Veronica picked up her riding crop and smacked her palm threateningly. “You’ve interrupted our play, naughty boy, and now you deserve to be punished.” She looked sternly at him, but the effect was broken as both girls giggled.
Conscious of his nakedness and vulnerability, his ass high in the air, he tingled with fear. He trembled, awaiting the first stroke. Where would it fall? Flat across his behind, or on just one side? How hard would he be whipped? His ass alternately clinched and relaxed as he breathlessly awaited his punishment.
Veronica, smiling to herself, knew exactly the effect the wait was having on him, and let him taste it to the fullest, amplified by the powerful aphrodisiac and psychedelic drugs coursing through his system. What a lovely sight—a naked, helpless slaveboy wi
