Kimberly's blonde locks sway as she's securely bound to the St. Andrew's cross, her arms and legs stretched wide, vulnerable. Her dom, a man of few words, picks up a riding crop, tracing it along her skin, making her squirm. He flicks his wrist, the crop landing with a sharp snap on her thigh, leaving a red mark. She moans, the sound muffled by the gag. He alternates between crops and slaps, each impact sending waves of pleasure-pain through her. She can feel her pussy growing wetter with each strike, her body betraying her as she craves more.