"Yes Master," Sophie said as she trembled before Balthazar.  The whipcrack made her flinch, despite his commands, but she was not struck.  Aurora, on the other hand, felt the burn of the lash across her stomach, and cried out.<br/><br/>Even as the burn of the whip folded across the old cane marks, she was experiencing a growth of pleasure between her legs, as Sophie moved the cock in and out of her uncertainly, unevenly, and pressed her lips just above the passage where the toy slid.  "Yes," the princess whispered.  "Make me suffer, please."