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The flogger was brought down on my longing and responsive skin, stroke after exciting stroke. The fury had a musical beat at times, but it felt like every time I worked out the pattern, the cadence shifted; sometimes very slightly, other times inexplicably. Nonetheless, despite the constant snap of the whip, I never asked for it to stop. We both knew our parts and, thank goodness, we both enjoyed them.
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