by J-P Spencer
Gently she picked up her shift, folded it once to make a gag of it, and bound it around his mouth and nose. The filminess of the material did not hinder his breathing, but every breath taken was as if from between her thighs. 'Richard, do not mistake this for a caress! This is a punishment, a shameful punishment. I shall inflict it on you whenever I have whipped you well.'