Zoey's tear-reddened eyes watched him walk back and a truly pitiful sound was heard when her eyes saw the thin switch. The ball gag had muffled her noise to almost nothing and it sounded all the more pathetic for it. She felt her panic rise when he moved between her splayed legs. The panic got even worse yet when he knelt down. Due to the angle of her arched body, she lost sight of him over the ample swells of her breasts. He could watch her legs and other muscles twitch fearfully at what was coming.<br/><br/>She tensed more and more like a coiled spring in one of Quentin's inventions as he waited. She knew that he would wait until her guard dropped to deliver the blow as he had done before. Before that thought had even been completed in her mind the switch flicked the delicate skin of her nethers. She howled into the gag, actually upset that he had even taken away her ability to properly voice her pain. Zoey forced her legs to stay open and twice in rapid succession he struck. Apparently just when she thought that she had figured something out about Quentin he changed it. Each blow made her body jerk. Her breasts bounced slightly on her chest and she let out little whining noises through the gag. After the fifth her legs would not stop shaking.<br/><br/>The former spoiled brat was begging for mercy, begging to be spared another lash. Not a single syllable was coherent when it reached her Master's ears. The gag did its job perfectly and when her leg was jerked up over his shoulder she sagged in relief that he had stopped with the switch. Her relief turned to shock when he pulled his cock free and with no teasing or tormenting her, simply drove in hard. Her breath caught in her throat and she groaned and mumbled as he adopted a punishing pace. The worst of it was that the blows from the lash had seemed to only make her more sensitive and in mere moments wetness trickled out around him.<br/><br/>Her eyes had drifted closed as the pleasure and pain mingled into the sensation her body craved, even if her mind was not there yet. So wrapped up was she in the hard motions of his cock that she was completely unprepared when the lash found a new target in her breasts. The first two lashes were in rapid succession, striking the outsides of each breast. Zoey's instinct kicked in and her hands flew to cover her chest but she managed to stop and moved her hands back to the floor beside her. She was determined to be perfect for the rest of the night no matter what she had to endure. Her ass was a motivator as it throbbed painfully. She would be his good girl and take whatever he gave because the alternatives were horrible to endure.  Her legs spread farther, painfully, in an attempt to show him that she was his good, obedient toy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>