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Before Ika could answer yes or no, the switch swatted her again across both cheeks.

“Eighteen,” she hissed defiantly.

Thusar snorted.

“Wrong.”

swish

FWAP!

Ika shuddered. Her backside burned with the multiple criss-crossing welts where Thusar had swatted her. The ukkur was hurting her, but her slit was wet with desire. So wet it was trickling down her inner thighs.

“Nine…teen.”

Thusar snarled with rage.

“You’re only prolonging your punishment, Ika.”

He struck her again, and this time a small climax rippled through her core. Her legs wobbled and gave out, and Ika dropped onto her belly.

“Ass up,” Thusar commanded.

But Ika wasn’t listening. She was too busy humping the fur underneath and moaning softly.

“Ass. Up.”

Thusar swatted her again, and Ika let out a sound that was halfway between a sob and a moan. She writhed on her belly, grinding her crotch against the fur while Muk and Gunnar held her arms.

“Fine,” Thusar grunted. “Have it your way.”

He brought the switch down on her ass again and again. The lashes stung like fire, but each one sent a stab of hot pleasure jolting through Ika’s pelvis. Soon the fur beneath her was sopping wet with her secretions as she continued to hump and hump and hump, grinding her sensitive nub into a shuddering climax.

Moans and screams burst from Ika’s lips, which only served to drive Thusar further into a frenzy. He rained blows onto her stinging behind, grunting like a beast as he did so.

Suddenly, there was a crackle of splintering wood.

The thrashing ceased.

Ika’s rump was blazing. She turned and glanced over her shoulder panting and teary-eyed, and she half expected to see smoke rising from her tortured backside. Behind her, Thusar crouched red-faced and feral looking. He was clutching the broken switch in his massive fist.

Ika knew she shouldn’t provoke him. She really shouldn’t. But some part of her simply couldn’t resist the temptation.

“I told you,” she whispered. “You should have used a bigger stick.”

CHAPTER 23

“What did you say?” Thusar growled.

“I said you should have used a bigger stick.”

Thusar raked his eyes over the defiant little creature lying face down on his fur cloak on the cavern floor. Her round little backside so rosy red from Thusar’s brutal thrashing that it practically glowed in the firelight. And deep in the recess between those succulent thighs, her wet arousal glistened.

The image of that tortured rump and wet slit sent a pulse through Thusar’s hard pole, and he almost spilled his sap right then and there. It was only through a supreme effort of his will that he managed to clench the internal muscles that kept his fluid in.

“A bigger stick?”

Thusar gripped his cock and brandished it like a club. Ika whimpered at the sight and tried to scramble away again, but Gunnar and Muk still held her arms, keeping her defiant little body pinned firmly in place.