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On a hook over the back of the door was a riding crop. She took the crop, and held both ends in her hands so she could flex it.
Then she made a few practice swipes with it; Nigel’s bum flexed as he heard the swishing sound of the riding crop. This scene took me right back to my limited experience as a dominatrix.
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