Nina was sent to fetch a small light-colored wooden spatula, perhaps half the size of the oven shovel I had been spanked with during my first foray into kitchen punishment. And then my plight was worsened as Nina was ordered to kneel next to me and to take my scrotum in her left hand and my c**k in her right while observing my travails in the mirror looking over my right thigh. She caught my eye as I groaned at the pleasurable sensation of her small cool hands on my genitalia, and dropped me a broad wink while grinning wickedly. Our Mistress instructed,
“All right, little s*x slave, I want you to enjoy his balls as vigorously as you please...it seems to turn him on when they are handled roughly so you might want to explore the limits of that treatment. If he seems ready to come, I have fo
