My Fault
“Natalia never seduced me. I did. So, open your eyes, Francesca. It’s time for you to administer my punishment,” Zak said with a dark sadistic grin before he grabbed his mother’s hand that was holding the whip.
“No! Let go. Please! Zak!” Madame Francesca screamed as she struggled against his grip.
I was in shock as I quickly pulled my panties back up and let down my skirt to its proper position. What is Zak planning to do? He’s not going to…
“Zak, stop! Please!” I cried out in panic as I approached him.
“Stay back,” Zak said calmly as he smiled sadly at me.
“Count with me, Francesca. Are you ready?” Zak sneered at his mother as he took her wrist and swung her arm up along with the movement of his own.
“No! Stop…Zak!” Madame Francesca cried out loud and I could see tears staining her face. It was a sad and pitiable sight.
“One…Two…Three…” Zak started counting loudly.