Part of a story I am writing…

Tonight the whip fell out of my hand; I would have done harm if I continued. She was so beautiful laying there, tinder white skin all red with line of her punishment. But her eyes never gave in. Normally I love the challenge; why else would I train her. Tonight it was too much… To raw in my mind of what was, only a short time ago.

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