Nicholas' heart rate had skyrocketed and his breathing was halting and erratic, he was holding his breath each time he anticipated that the next stinging line of pain would tear across the skin of his arse cheeks. Gianna helped in her own sweet way by creating a rhythm and the time between strokes was consistent. She was relentless from the time of the very first blow when it struck across both cheeks, which caused his head to sink low.  He could clearly see underneath his left shoulder the silky smooth, stockinged legs of Gianna balancing her body; her full breasts swinging with her shoulders as she twisted and followed through with each forward stroke of the switch; the lips of her exposed, hairless pussy squeezing together in a collaborative moment as Gianna giggled in amusement.<br/><br/>It was a devilish, leather instrument that didn't need any effort to wield but brought goosebumps to his skin with each acidic, burning kiss. There was no point counting, the witch had plenty of fuel as she breezed past 10...past 20...past 30...on and on...<br/><br/><em>Now...you can tell her to stop...enough! Tell her you'll give her what she wants and that will be it.  No more pain!</em>The weak voice was the first to chime in, as Nicholas fully expected. It was then, coincidentally, that Gianna spoke as she continued her incessant barrage of strikes.<br/><br/>"...Once I have the paintings, they are going to be appraised, and I fully intend for you to pay them both off…in lashings, that is.”<br/><br/><em>Appraised?</em>A grin almost made it across his face but he covered his chuckle with grimace and a tense grunt. He knew that his artist produced the finest copies of the masters, impossible to detect except for those who knew. Provenance was the only accepted mechanism nowadays for verifying artistic works and his word, being the last purchaser of the paintings, would be the gospel. Clearly, he now held this over her...she did not know.<br/><br/>"What you know...ugh!...about fine art could...ugh!...be tattooed on...uuugh!...your ex-husband's foreskin...uuuuugh!  You don't deserve the Monets...uuuugh!...You don't appreciate them...uuuuuugh!....You only want to own them...uuuuggghh!...as just another investment."<em>Jeeeesus that stings!!</em>Gianna uttered something that he didn't quite hear and had upped the ante to let him know she was not amused.<br/><br/>And then, the blows suddenly ceased. He tried to relax his muscles, to give them time to rest, although he wanted to tighten his cheeks. They had been 'tenderised' and he realised that his control over those muscles had temporarily weakened. He needed to press them together, just in case one loose stroke made it inbetween. Both his cheeks were on fire and he felt like they were shaking but he did his best to seem relaxed, even if quite the reverse was excruciatingly true.<br/><br/>And then he felt her nail, slowly trail down his erect penis, lingering at the head.<em>Jesus! I'm hard and...Oh God that feels so good!!</em>Nicholas' reflexes were in no position to defend his honour as his penis pulsed rock hard at her touch.<em>Well, say something...don't just let her do that...</em><br/><br/>"That's for pushing inside a real woman, Gianna..." Kelly came to mind at this point and it didn't help that his vision of her was one of complete exposure! "...It's not something anyone like you, who needs to use horse implements to get a turn on, would be used to, I'd expect."<em> Tell her something else, now...you're on a roll...</em>"You seriously haven't thought this through at all have you? Why on earth would I give you the Monets? You can thrash me until the cows come home...and speaking of cows, they might like your switch...it might turn them on, have you thought about taking one for a friend? You then say that if I give the Monets to you, you'll keep me for target practice anyway...so what's the point of handing them over?"<br/><br/>It took all of Nicholas' effort to keep up the pretense of not caring about the pain. In fact, at that point during the welcome interlude, he was starting to feel something else. Something that was pleasureable...increasingly pleasurable with each passing second...<em>an endorphin high?</em>...an erotic moment...helped by her fingernail still announcing its presence underneath his penis head, no doubt!<br/>