by: QueenTutankhamun
Description}: The witch finder grinned an evil grin as he looked down at the witch, who was sobbing pathetically, completely exhausted from being paddled. He had replaced the paddle a few minutes ago, letting her have a chance to calm down. More importantly, it prevented her skin from going numb. The witch turned a tearful face towards him. "At least let me rub... It hurts," she whined. The inquisitor did not doubt her word. He pinched one of her bruises hard, squeezing the tortured flesh. She gasped loudly, tears pouring over her cheeks. He gave her bum a hard pat over the bruise."There. That's better, isn't it?" The witchfinder smirked as he selected the cane. Then he strode in front of the witch, thrusting it into her sightline. She gave it a terrified glance. He swished it down onti his cuff with a practised swing, looking directly into the witch's wide, weeping eyes. She let out a whimper of pure fear. Then he walked behind her, savouring the sight of her alreafy marked ass. The witch was trembling. He raised the cane high in the air snd brought it down across her backside. He'd expected her to kick and squirm. Instead she shrieked and plunged forwards, collapsing to the floor but caught and held aloft by the ropes which bound her. The witchfinder laughed out loud. Thus was going to be so much fun!