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SQUEAL PIG
(Kim Hardwick)

"Master, I'm so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!"  Theresa was bawling like a little baby, snot blowing out her nose and her mascara running down her cheeks.  As her lips quivered, I hesitate for a second.  A little voice in me counseled me to hold back and consider showing Theresa some Christian charity; be merciful like our Lord.  However, the fact that she ate my last slice of pizza doomed her fat, good for nothing ass.  For Theresa, there would be no mercy from my judgment.

WACK

"OH SHIT, THAT FUCKING HURTS!"

WACK

On and on for twenty minutes I just bore down on her milky white flesh with my leather bullwhip.  Each stroke produced a glorious puffy red welt that was sure to blister in the coming days.  I like it when sluts suffer and this fat fuck was going to find out how angry I can get over a slice of pizza.  It was going to get so stupid and that made me smile.

I stepped away from Theresa, more to protect my hearing than anything else.  She certainly could scream.  I also took the opportunity to survey my toys.  

The cat o nines, the flogger, the rug beater, the rattan cane, battery powered cattle prod, the rusty nipple clamps and the candles waiting for my Bunsen burner.  And of course, the guest of honor, Theresa the pizza thief all tied up and hanging like the pig she is from the ceiling.  The party was just about ready to start.