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Two For A Thrashing
(Jon Barry)

      Harris's hand lashed out like a viper, striking much harder this time, a good swing that connected with the roundness of her ass with a hard, meaty smack.  

      "Ow!  Ow, oh Jesus...God, Sir..."

      "Was that good for you, slut?"

      "Yes...oh God, yes, Sir!"

      Harris nodded approvingly at the fading red stripes his fingers had left on Janet's creamy skin.  "Damn, look at those marks.  I barely touch you, and your skin reddens up.  I could brand you without even lighting a fire."

      The mention of branding was calculated, and immediately had its desired effect; Janet went weak in the knees, shuddering and barely able to stand.  She was a pervy little bitch, Janet.  Fantasies of being branded, of being physically tortured rather than just teased and spanked, made her light-headed with excitement.  It was a useful tool for those moments, like now, when Harris wanted to take her over the edge.  

      She had many tattoos??"on her shoulders, her back and belly, her thighs and the tops of her feet; only her ass remained immaculate, a blank canvas for Harris's lessons.  Most of the tats dated from before their meeting, but not all of them.  Harris had been there to witness her more recent sessions with the needle: the brightly-colored angel's wings that decorated her shoulder-blades, the arcane symbols that spelled out SLAVE in antique languages, the flaming, chain-wrapped rose.  Most were discreetly placed so they would be hidden by the professional clothing she wore for her typist's job.  Those tats were for Harris's eyes only, he'd told her, not for the gaping assholes she worked for.   

      The pain of the tattooing always drove her to near ecstasy, gasping and writhing as she was marked.  He had to be careful of the tattoo-artists they frequented; he needed them to be professional, unmoved by the sex-show she put on for them.  This had led to a process of exclusion that ensured the art she wore was of the finest quality.  

      But she always craved more pain...