Chapter Nineteen
The Design
Stretched over the whipping horse, the stripes of the caning scoring his rounded ass, still clenched tight after the show and gasping for breath as the women that had now finished their sadistic games sat and conversed as if they were in a café in Manhattan.
They had enjoyed punishing him, giggling as he cried out, teasing with words and fingers, making him suffer for their amusement. Jerry felt all of the pain, the humiliation, the dismay at their casual cruelty and his degradation and wept bitter tears which spilled from his eyes, to roll down his cheeks to drip onto the marble floor beneath his feet.
Now at last, they had finished with him. Gradually, they came down from the emotional heights they had scaled as they had reveled in the power they had over
