Chapter Four: Frustrated Voyeurs
I woke up the next morning back in my stall. Everything after the first brand hit my ass was fuzzy. I remembered the awful pain of the first two brands and then nothing at all after she came at me with the small one destined for my d**k. The horrible pain of that one had pushed my mind once more into the safety of blessed unconsciousness. Somehow they must have dragged me back here.
Pain is like jet-lag I discovered, much worse the second day. I was lying on my side and it felt like my ass and my p***s were on fire. I lay quietly for the next hour listening to the activity in the other stalls and wondering what new horrors were in store for me today.
Most of the other stalls had emptied out when I finally heard my wife’s voice. She was talking to someone
