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I’m really glad I discovered my lipstick fetish.

“Harder Gilda!” Pinkie ordered, cracking the whip on Gilda’s rump. The griffon whined and puller the cart with more force. Pinkie was impressed, the ride was tacking too long. They were going to be late for the gala.
 
“Come one, faster!” She cracked the whip again and again. “Faster!” Gilda cried out, she cuts digging into her side. She’d been pulling the cart for two hours, her legs were aching and rubbery. She wanted to pull harder, but she simply lacked the strength. She hissed when Pinkie flayed her again, drawing blood from the cut.
 
“You are so slow!” Pinkie yelled. She let loose a stream of whips on Gilda, striking her haunches. She aimed the hits in one spot over and over, intentionally brusing her flesh.
 
“Madam, l,ease!” Gilda screamed, but Pinkie wasn’t deterred. She kept the blows coming, the sounds of whipping echoing through the forest. Gilda couldn’t keep walking, the pain was too much, she dropped the cart and and collapsed on the ground face first, her bottom sticking in the air.
 
“You are so worthless!” Pinkie hopped of the cart and stood behind Gilda. She readied the whip.
 
“I’ll fix you, lazy griffin.” She struck Gilda’s rear, the flesh rippling after the blow. Gilda didn’t cried out, too exhausted to scream, only sobbing silently. Pinkie rained blows down on her rear, striking with mercy. The hits came constant, a stream of whips carving Gilda’s flesh. Pinkie stepped closer and swung with greater force. Gilda wouldn’t lay down on the job again, not after this. She kept swinging, the air filled with the sound of cutting flesh.

“You like that!”
 
Smack!
 
“Humph!”
 
“I can’t hear you!”
 
Smack!
 
“Hmmmm!”
 
“I guess you need some more!”
 
Smack! Smack! Smack!