Elizabeth frowned deeply as the leash was fixed to her collar and her plump form was then pulled forward over the horse. Her sneakered feet dug in slightly as her handlers took hold of her ankles but it was no use. Her ankles were soon tied tight, the rope digging roughly into her soft, white skin. And then the crop lands. She lets out a rough grunt.Her grunts turn to sobs and then to wails as tears pour from her brown eyes under her glasses. The glasses themselves slide down her nose a little. As he prepares himself, she cries out, "Sir! Please, sir! Just one request first! Please!"