I'm dipping into my back-catalogue a bit for this snippet from Stolen by Her Master.
Hend was pushing his virility inside her mouth now, still holding it in his right hand while he stroked her cheek with the backs of his left hand’s knuckles. Leka’s mind tried to tell her to bite it, but her body refused, feeling the smart of the harsh flogging Dera had given her in the girls’ hall, after the mistress of girls had said, “You may stop the punishment at any time by saying that you will accept your bestowal.” Those lashes had been more and more painful as the flogging went on, and Leka had wept and whimpered and finally screamed. Dera began with her bottom-cheeks, then moved to her thighs, and then she had said, sounding exasperated, “I shall now hold your thighs apart and whip you between your legs, Leka, you willful girl.”
Leka had cried out in alarm; the trainers on Yeg never used a whip, let alone using it on her private part. To have her thighs parted so that Dera might whip her there, to be stretched open like that—suddenly the fear of it overwhelmed her.
“Yes?” Dera said. “Do you have something to say, Leka?”
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