The first snap of the crop against her skin draws a gasp from her, her body jerking just a little at the sting. Then he keeps going, and so does Saffron, panting and gasping and moaning as Mike draws reddened marks up from her skin. She fights to stay upright on her knees, not to bend forward, the rope keeping her arms twisted into a slight discomfort that's just present enough to be noticeable.

Her eyes fall shut as the crop snaps against each nipple and she lets out another moan, her breathing heavy.