Having previously tenderized my pet's flesh with my infamous thrasher whip, its time to turn up the pain meter a tad on this worthless worm. My short leather quirt is the perfect instrument of dire pain, as I relentlessly strike his back, ass and legs until he is shaking like a leaf in anticipation of the next strike.

But no amount of anticipation can prepare him for the searing pain of my quirt, as it burns his tender skin like a red hot poker. He of course begs profusely for forgiveness, but I do not forgive so easily. And I am not quite done tormenting him yet.

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