“I’m sorry,” Rachel said.

“I won’t do it again,” she said.

She sounded weak and pathetic. Even to herself.

“I won’t.”

She was curled up on her bed.

Her ass and pussy still burning from the whipping.

She wore a bra.

Nothing else.

Just …

The bra.

Kari glared down at her from the side of the bed.

Kari.

Only 19.

Kari.

The best friend of Rachel’s granddaughter.

Kari …

Who was still holding the leather strap.

“Tell me why you did it,” Kari said.

“I just … just forgot,” Rachel said.

And started crying.

Even more so when Kari told her to get on her back again.

And spread her legs again.

Just an hour or so earlier …

Rachel had finished her morning bath.

Put on her robe.

But left her bra in the bathroom.

She had simply forgotten.

Kari had noticed right away.

One of Kari iron rules for the older woman she had turned out and forced into sexual submission.

Rachel had to wear a bra.

Always.

Except in the bath.

Or when Kari removed it to abuse Rachel’s tits.

Her 62-year-old tits.

Tits marred by age. Tits that offended Kari so deeply.

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said. “I wasn’t being disobedient.”

She spread her legs. Said …

“I just forgot.”

Kari raised the strap. Said …

“First your tits. Then your memory. Ravages of old age.”

Speaking of ravage …

The strap struck quick and hard.

And again and again.