Chapter 172: 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.
Each count matched with the whip flogging down onto his own beautiful skin as his arm controlled his mother’s arm to deliver her punishment onto him, blow after blow. I cried uncontrollably as I hugged Zak’s other arm and begged for him to stop.
With each hit, I felt my heart burn up in pain. Seeing Zak get hurt was so much more painful than getting hurt myself. Those twenty lashes lasted forever. When he was done there was blood where he stood, and I almost fainted on the spot. Throughout it all Zak never made a sound beside his constant counting, and he didn’t cry. It was the first time that I realized that I had never seen Zak cry.
By the time he was done, Madame Francesca had completely loss her sanity. She was crying non-stop and wailing non-coherent sounds at the top of her lungs. It must have been a shock to her to see her precious son get so injured and at her own hand. She crumbled to the floor on her hands and knees as she continued to cry her eyes out.