‘I’m bent over the bed for Crawford, butt in the air and eyes looking back at him in anticipation of what was to come. I felt the cool strips of leather run over my tender skin before it came down with a hard and loud crack, making me cry oht in both pain and ecstacy. Over and over again, filling the room with my cries. When Crawford is both satisfied and ready to continue, he runs his rough hands gently over warm, red flesh before we passionately make love for the rest of the night.’