Minus
The crop hit my ass again and I squeaked quietly.
“Not God, Cricket. Who?”
The crop moved between my legs again and I groaned.
“Who, Christina?”
“Mi… Minus,” I whispered.
“That’s right.” He slapped my pussy gently with the soft leather end, then pressed it against my clit. “You want me to fuck you, Cricket?”
“God, yes.”
“Uh, uh, uh.” He slapped my ass again. “Who?”
“Sorry,” I hissed out, even though I wasn’t exactly sorry. Maybe if I made a few more mistakes, I’d get more of the crop. I closed my eyes and whispered, “Minus.”
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