The Island - The Flogmaster's Story Library
The Island - The Flogmaster's Story Library
The Island - The Flogmaster's Story Library
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14 | <strong>The</strong> Flogmasterprofound. It was an impressive rump, nicely fatted and curved,yet as firm and youthful as a teenager, which is what Gladyswas for a few months yet. She’d be twenty in December.All this Katherine absorbed in a glance. But it was hersecond look that caused her gasp. For the beautiful cheekswere severely marked. For a second the woman thought therewas a deformity or skin problem but then realized the crimsonhorizontal lines were artificial, made by a thin instrument ofpain that had lashed the cheeks severely, welting the smoothskin. Carefully Katherine counted eight distinct lines, eacha finger-thick swollen weal of red and purple fire. It lookedagonizing.Without thinking, Katherine reached out a hand. Herfingers had almost reached the girl’s bottom when she caughtherself and froze.“Why have you stopped?” asked Pamela. “You want to feelher marks? Go ahead. She’s just a maid. She has no say.”Katherine blushed and shook her head, but didn’t take herhand away. <strong>The</strong>n, heart pounding, she moved her hand forward.<strong>The</strong> girl’s skin was silky smooth, the taut buttocks warm andsleek and strong against her hand. Her fingers found a ridgedwelt and tingles of feeling shot up Katherine’s arm. <strong>The</strong> wealwas thick and hard and rough, and very warm. No, hot. Heatradiated from the wounded flesh. Quickly Katherine placedthe sensitive back of her hand against the collection of weltsand felt an amazing glow of warmth. <strong>The</strong> injured flesh waspulsing lightly, as blood flowed through the tender area.“Wow,” was all Katherine could say.Gladys, the maid, did not move or say anything. She justhung there, bent over, her bare buttocks presented for thestudy of the women.