Several more times the molten liquid splashed across her sex, landing chaotically but, regardless of exactly where it hit, bringing a brief sear of pain with it. Between each he paused, letting the flame nibble away til a little more of the wax was molten and ready to flick through the air.<br/><br/>He tired of the tune. His palm fell to the front of her sex fingers curling to cup the contours of it before he rubbed aggressively. Much of the wax was displaced just like he'd intended, but in the process he roughed her pretty sex plenty and tortured the prominent clit. The act concluded with him slapping the front of her cunt with the flat of his hand.<br/><br/>As soon as that was done he was moving on. He spun her round, forcing her arms to twist til he could see her backside. One hand held her shoulder to stop her turning back, but he had enough space to shower her rump in a thorough covering of lashes. The leather throng was lighter and less searing than some she'd felt, but the tradeoff was that every inch was caught, and that it rained down against her often. Her skin went from pale to pink, then from pink to ruby red, and even with her nerves as raw as they were he didn't stop.<br/><br/>He spoke, threatening her just to hear the change in her; he told her how he was going to lash her front and back, how he was going to paddle her chest til it looked like her backside and how he was going to carve obscenities into her skin.<br/><br/>The lashes paused for a few moments, the briefest of respites while he dragged a thick wooden cock into her quivering sex. He thrust it as deep as he could, and knocked a couple of times as though the heel of his hand could hammer it deeper still; all he really managed was to disturb the deepest parts of her. And then it was back to her desperate backside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>