Blurb: Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.
The crop landed on his bare ass. Harrold gritted his teeth against the pain. Lynn's hand ran behind his dangling balls, massaging them. She let go a moment before the crop landed on his other cheek. If he weren't on his knees, they would have folded. He clenched his jaw against the urge to cry out. Lynn's fingers traced the crease between his inflamed cheeks, resulting in an unfamiliar tingling.
Crack.
