“Yes Mistress,” Lelika murmurs, then at your short question a more enthusiastic, “Yes Mis-tress,” the second word broken in two by a sharp intake of breath. Your first smack against the bare skin of her sex catches her off guard and she lets out a yelp, both hands flinching, her hips bucking up.<br/>Your single finger tapping against her clit calms her however, and on the next strike she rides with the pain, turning it into part of the rhythm of her arousal. Her pink crotch now feels the caress of the whip all the more, and she quickens the small circle of her finger on her clit to increase her pleasure as well.