Claudia hesitated. There was still a part in her mind - the part that had belonged to a noblewoman - that kept insisting that she was was doing wrong, that she was above being used like this. That part was shamed and disgusted. His words, his commands, did nothing to soothe that emotion, instead increasing it. But that part had intermingled with something else. A sort of excited, pulsing passion had filled her, one that urged her to continue.

The whoosh of the switch came down beside her, barely missing. Claudia remembered the instrument being used on her and how much pain it had caused. The thought sent most doubts away and she began moving again in earnest. Her hips shifted forward and backward as she strained against the ground in her rather awkward position. Her breasts pressed upon the ground as her body moved up and down in effort.

The strokes of the switch spurred her on harder and harder. She writhed and twisted, focused only on that one movement, as all traces of inhibition were removed. Fear, pleasure, and excitement soon became the only delicious thoughts in her mind, and unconsciously, she began to express them vocally. She had clenched her rear without knowing it, feeling him, feeling the pleasure.

She yelled out when he plunged into her. Oh, oh, oh, she thought to herself over and over again in elation, as he matched her thrusts. Oh...yes...yes...yes... Her strokes were becoming longer and harder - she panted with effort. A moan escaped her lips as she neared orgasm.