Gianna smiled as Nicholas tensed at the sensation of the whip. He didn’t have anything to say to her, so she cocked back her arm, and with her hand on her bare hip, one leg arched, she snapped it forward and struck him squarely on the arse. The whip sang with a loud<em>swish</em>, and ended with a light, but satisfying<em>thp</em>as the thin leather cord curled over one of his buttocks. The stiff shaft of the whip landed most of the impact as a cane would, and she nearly giggled in delight when the tiny ripple of his flesh rolled from the blow.<br/><br/>The first strike traced a faint red line squarely across his arse, but it was only the first of many. Gianna drew back her arm and struck again, then again and again, soon falling into a regular rhythm. The boudoir was soon filled with the<em>swish</em>and<em>thp</em>of whip on flesh, and while each individual lash was not extraordinarily painful, the growing number of them soon began to trace dozens of horizontal red lines upon his cheeks. Soon, both of his cheeks may as well have been entirely red.<br/><br/>“I suppose you think this is the best I can do, Nicholas?” she asked over the sound of the whip. Each motion of her arm sent her breasts swaying until they matched the uneven pace of her arm. “That if you withstand this, I’ll grow frustrated? This is merely a little treat to wet my appetite. 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/>And it was true. She could be content to stand there all day and whip him until he bled, but such cruelty was unwarranted, and would ruin her boudoir. She had purchased a nice sturdy cane that he would be feeling every day once the paintings were hers, and he would pay back every pound with a single stroke. Though to do both of them may be too taxing for Nicholas after some time…perhaps his whore would bear the whipping of the other.<br/><br/>“Then there is<em>this</em>matter,” she said, ceasing the whipping with one final hard stroke. She stooped to look between his legs again. His cock was still inflated, and perhaps more so than before. With one long, blood red fingernail, she traced down the shaft from the base to beneath the head. “I daresay I seem to be doing you a favor.”<br/>