Each slap of the wood strip was like a searing slice of fire on her ass. It was brutal and yet felt oddly good. However, the good that Chessa felt from it was deminished when he continued to call her a whore. It was the one word that could cut her the deepest. She'd been called it from the time she was fourteen on. It wasn't her fault that she liked to explore her sexuality and did so indiscrimantely. If nothing else, being called a whore would bring tears to her eyes. however, she refused to go down that train of thought today.
"How is that I'm the whore when you're the one who bought me? If that's the case, then I'm forced to be a whore and not a whore by choice!" She might not cry about being called a whore, but that didn't mean she'd sit back and idly allow the name calling. It would probably mean a more brutal punishment, but Chessa didn't seem to care at the moment.
When Thanatos told her to get off the bed, she did as she was told to do. The itch of a shift started beneath her skin. This was the first time, in a long time, that it was coming on without trying to. Before she knew it, Chessa was looking at her master from a lower position. A glance at her hands, she noted that they were large black paws. She'd unconciously shifted into a large, black panther. Growling at him, she laid down to show that she wouldn't attack.