Gianna couldn’t help but laugh as the vulgar language spilled from Nicholas’s mouth while being interrupted by grunts of pain during the whipping. He was trying so desperately hard to act authoritative, that he wasn’t nervous or anxious about his predicament, but it was obvious who held the real power in the room. But that was exactly like him, to try and deceive and weasel his way out of everything. Needless to say, it felt very liberating to have given him a whipping, with more to follow.<br/><br/>She lifted her finger and traced it down his cock one more time. “Tsk, tsk, Nicholas. You’re so quick to fling words about, but each of them is a lie. How often have I caught you staring at my tits and legs, even when I was still married?” She pressed her nail a little harder as it traced beneath the head. It was impossible for him to grow anymore erect, so her finger traced over tight, smooth skin, save for the nerve bundle beneath his pulsing head. She lifted her finger to stroke again. “How often have you fantasized about having me in bed?” Another stroke. “You’ve dated so many young, enthusiastic girls, but you’ve never truly had experience…well, you’ll yet to feel that, since I will be the one who gets the most out of our sessions.”<br/><br/>During his thrashing, the blond whore had fallen over, probably quite comically too. She now lay still idly wriggling in the ropework, looking furious. Gianna gave her a cold smile, then stroked Nicholas’s cock one last time before turning her full attention to her.<br/><br/>“You asked what the point of giving me the paintings was?” she asked, then delicately tapped the end of the dressage whip across the girl’s tight arse. “I think the reason is lying right here, this so called ‘real woman.’ She scoffed, temper inflamed that such a trollop was being compared to her. Being reduced to nothing but a plaything almost seemed too good for the little cocksucker; she should feel an equal amount of what Nicholas was going to get.<br/><br/>“You see, I was intending for her to be a pretty pair of tits and arse to hang around my manor, and maybe to satisfying some close friends of mine. But if you like, I could pay much more attention to her…in fact, I think that sounds lovely.”<br/><br/>But she didn’t intend on using the whip. That was for grown, more mature discipline. Kelly was a girl, and she would be treated as such. Knowing others who had to deal with such troublesome pests, she knew that their mouths were often the source of most of their irritation. Gianna strolled to the small end table that held the tray with the two ball gags and selected one, walking back to Kelly with a smile on her face.