After a while I smelled bacon cooking. I really hoped he would feed me, but so much for that. What I got was a severe beating on the ass. He used a riding crop or whip on my butt. With the hood on my head, I couldn’t hear it coming, but I sure felt it. He had unending strength, as the whipping continued. It seemed to never end. Finally after receiving uncountable agonizing lashes, he grabbed my balls.
“I’ll deal with these when I get back.”
So he left me in total misery. My shoulders throbbed trying to support my body. Many hours had to have passed before he returned. I had slipped into another world to cope with the pain, but a lash across my ass brought me back to the realization of my position. Again and again he beat me, hitting me harder and harder, making my ass a mass of quiverin
