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He was carrying a riding crop! I was familiar with it. They were so evil I wouldn’t use one on my horse but Trish had. I was sure she would know now how the horse had felt. He went over to her and said, "A ‘No’ is worth twenty lashes and twenty more anytime I hear it." The quirt dug deep into the roundest part of her thinly clad butt and by the tenth the panties were ripped and Trish scramed, "No! No more! I will take off my clothes. Damn you!"
He growled, "Stupid bitch. That is two more ‘No,s’." She screamed and screamed as he slammed the sixty lashes into her until her panties were in tatters and her voice went hoarse. Finally her body just jerked at each lash as she became too exhausted to struggle then she fainted. He left her cell and walked into Buffy’s. He stared at her trembliing body a moment then said, "Are you going to refuse to strip?"