“Come on slave let’s do it eighty times.”
What in hell is this I thought – an auction? I immediately shook my head back and forth. Seventy lashes was really stretching things a little.
“Ok, seventy-five. Agree to that and I won’t ask for any more. Come on Sean, where’s your adventurous spirit?”
Without any other coaxing, I nodded my head. I gave her what she wanted.
Suddenly the telltale hum of the winch set things in motion. My arms were pulled up higher, stretching me upward. I was slowly raised up on to my toes.
As she looked up at my massive hard-on she commented to her sister, “I’ve beat the asses of quite a few guys, but I don’t remember anyone getting this excited from the bondage and knowing the pain he’s going to get.”
My c**k was overly hard and droplets of thin creamy juic
