“Put this underneath his c**k so that it is supported, held in place. You’ll find you get a much better effect.”
She was right. The next time the whip caught the man’s c**k against the book, and he felt the full force. He groaned. I wondered if they were an old established couple. Had she been beating his c**k for years?
When we left the lady and the man with a pierced c**k, we were approached by a woman in an elegant white evening dress. She had a boy with her, collared and leashed as most were. She introduced herself as Virginia; she said the boy’s name was Piers.
“He’s very well educated and nicely spoken,” she said. “Of course he went to public school. This means two things. He knows a lot more about buggery with other boys than he does about how to f**k girls. And the frequent beat
