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If someone gave me the Lapham’s Quarterly EROS issue for Valentine’s Day, complete with Edith Wharton porn, I’d probably marry them. Just sayin’.
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Have fun tonight, everyone! Much love from LQ.
“Give me the whip.”
I looked about the room.
“No,” she exclaimed, “stay as you are, kneeling,” She went over to the fireplace, took the whip from the mantelpiece and, watching me with a smile, let it hiss through the air; then she slowly rolled up the sleeve of her fur jacket.
“Marvelous woman!” I exclaimed.
“Silence, slave!” She suddenly scowled, looked savage, and struck me with the whip. A moment later she threw her arm tenderly about me and pityingly bent down to me. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, half-shyly, half-timidly.
“No,” I replied, “and even if you had, pain from you is a joy. Strike again, if it gives you pleasure.”