Mary jumped as she felt the first blow from the crop. Her tender ass felt like it was on fire, and whatever he was using now was the matchstick lighting it. She saw pieces of wax raining down between her legs and settling on the floor. Oh God she thought this is not what was in my fantasy! But she couldn't deny that in the back of her good little Catholic mind, she was turned on, unbelievably turned on.

When the punishing weapon licked at Mary's exposed pussy lips, she started to scream. In the midst of her screaming she could feel a heat that had nothing to do with the whippings or the wax begin to build inside of her. Her thoughts were wild and disjointed; Stop! Stop! - Fuck me! - Let me go you bastard! But Mary did not voice any of these thoughts as she continued to scream and dance in place while Tim whipped her ass and pussy.