He set the paddle down and picked up the riding crop, its leather tip cool against his palm. He traced it along her thighs, teasing her with the anticipation of the next sensation. The first flick was sharp and precise, landing on the curve of her ass. Laura jumped, a soft cry escaping her lips, followed by a moan that told him she was enjoying the mix of sting and pleasure. He varied the strokes, alternating between her thighs and ass, careful to gauge her reactions. She was sensitive, but her ...