Justine stepped forward and grabbed my erection, gripping tightly. “See?” she said, turning to Diane. “See how much he loves his punishment? He knows that his ass belongs to us and deserves all of the pain we’re going to give it. And he loves it. Don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I said, teeth clenched as she squeezed my d**k harder.
“Then show us,” said Diane. “Show us how much you want a good sound spanking right now.”
I glanced around, then stepped forward to a free section of countertop. I bent down and placed my chest on it, sticking my ass out. Turning my head to address them, I said, “Please. Please, Mistresses. My body is yours. Please punish it some more.”
“Well, since you asked nicely,” Justine said, walking across the kitchen to stand on my left. Diane’s heels clicked across the floor, a
