He grimaces in his imperious haughty way, then pushes me to Nate Reeves with the toe of his shoe.
Someone else’s cane moves along my ass now, lightly rapping my bottom cheeks, and then burrowing between my legs. My poor p***y has hardly been played with since I became Charlie’s trainee. Now it’s being poked and probed. The hard edge of the cane inserted into the hole massages the sensitive wanting place. I must look like an irredeemable slut the way my hips gyrate like a b***h in heat.
I look up at Nate with my eyes so filled with tears that they now stream down my cheeks.
“Please, punish me.” I implore him, still hoping, although my verve has seemed to weaken. What else can I say? What can I do to convince them?
I move on to the sixth man almost afraid to see who it is. But I recogniz
