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brace on them as I lowered myself to the floor with the bar still spreading my ankles wide.
    “You see, it works. My dear brother spares no expense when it comes to matters of
    importance.”
    Now I was on my knees, which were kept several feet apart because of the spreader on my ankles.
    “Lean down on your elbows.” When I complied, I wished his bedroom was carpeted. The hard wood floors were much worse than the whip.
    “That’s a beautiful sight,” he said from behind me. He was still for a moment, then he came around and held a smart phone in front of my face.
    Oh my God! He’d taken a picture of me from behind. Now I could see exactly what he was seeing. With my knees apart and my ass slanted up in the air, I was fully exposed to him. My glistening pussy lips open, my ass cheeks spread wide.
    “You have the most impressive rear end,” he said. “Round and full, yet not overly so. A perfect specimen of a bottom.”
    I was too mortified to feel complimented. I’d never seen myself like that before.
    He walked away for a moment and came back with a chair. “At least one of us should be comfortable,” he said. But he didn’t sit right away. He left again and came back with a new blindfold. This one was more like a sleeping mask.
    He slipped it over my eyes. “It will be more exciting if you don’t know what’s coming, don’t you think?”
    My chest heaved. I was excited…and frightened. I heard the chair move slightly as though he’d sat down in it.
    Thwack…
    Thwack…
    The lashes had begun again, but this time in a slow rhythm. My ass had already lost whatever numbness it had achieved on the last round, so these hurt much worse.
    Thwack…
    Thwack…
    With each lash, he allowed me just enough time to recover full feeling, to realize how sore and burned my bottom felt, before he delivered another.
    I couldn’t stop myself from panting and moaning in pain.
    He paused. “Still not willing to tell me?”
    Tears trickled from my eyes and absorbed into the bottom of my blindfold, but I said nothing.
    “Let’s see what else is in the box.” I heard his measured footsteps make their way back to my torture trove. I couldn’t imagine what else could be in there. But a man who would buy a slave for his brother was capable of practically anything.
    “Interesting…” he said again.
    I heard him return to me. He pushed something hard between my hands, forcing me to spread them a few inches farther apart. He attached it to each of my wrists. Apparently, he’d put a smaller version of the spreader bar on me, locking my arms in place.
    It was a bit less comfortable, but I decided I could take it…
    Until his sleeve brushed my stomach and pain sliced through one nipple, then the other.
    I whimpered. He’d put some sort of clamps on me.
    Thwack…
    “Ow!” The whip had hit the back of my thigh, where I was more sensitive.
    Thwack…
    On my ass, thank goodness. I breathed a sigh of relief.
    Thwack…
    On my thighs. I moaned.
    But with each new pain sensation came an equal pleasure shock that vibrated through my entire body. What was wrong with me? I was a freak.
    “Are you ready to tell me your story now?”
    My elbows hurt. My knees ached. My bottom felt like I’d sat on a wasp nest. My nipples were in agony.
    But fresh cream pooled in my pussy.
    “No,” I said.
    He stood and walked away. I heard him rifling through the box again… What more could possibly be in there?
    “I’ve heard of these, but I’ve never seen one in person,” he said.
    Plastic rattled. I assumed he was opening yet another package. The room went silent. What was he doing now?
    After about a minute, I heard him return to me. Something hard and gooey raked through the crack in my ass. It prodded my resistant little hole.
    “ Uh-uh-uh… ” I half sighed, half whimpered.
    “You’d think spread wide like this, it would be a bit more cooperative,” Dimitri said. “But it’s puckered up like it just sucked on a lemon.” He