"Good girl," he purred softly. He reached into the chest again and extracted a riding crop and the flogging whip he’d used on her once before. He laid the whip aside and whacked her ass with the riding crop, once, then twice, then again. She whimpered a little, and he smacked her ass with his open hand. He leaned close to her, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging her hair back. She whimpered a little at his touch, keeping her eyes averted.