“Well, what do you think?” Julie asked.
“I like it.”
“So does he, but what you’re feeling is nothing. Wait until you feel the rush when he’s screaming and fighting those locks and cuffs to escape your whip, because right now he’s enjoying it. Before long it will really make your p***y wet when you realize that he can’t avoid it, and you have complete control of his pleasure and his pain. Why don’t you try that wooden paddle with all the holes in it? That’ll make him squeal,” she said, as she drank more of the wine.
“Do I hit him just as hard?”
“Hey, it’s not your ass that’s being beaten is it? Besides he told you, ‘Show me no mercy. Do it really hard.’ Remember?”
“Oh yea,” she said with a sadistic grin.
She stepped back behind me and bounced that paddle off both my ass cheeks.
“Ah –
