Stunned he opined. “That would be a hellish journey.”
“I know,” I agreed. “At least fifteen seconds between strokes.” That word strokes, a more inappropriate description I have not heard. But it nearly tipped me into a full blown climax. I pushed my hand to my groin and stilled the buzz.
“Four a minute. Seven minutes, thirty seconds,” Cotter calculated.
“Then see where we stand.”
“Your man said this would be administered to the exposed behind?”
That was polite for naked. I nodded. “That’s how I want it. And please, don’t hold back.”
I noted then the bulge in his trousers. Words had screwed him too. My fancy then was to go the whole hog.
“Cane?” he asked holding out a hand.
“Bedroom,” I replied
“Sir!” he snapped.
“Sir,” I replied.
The rod was about three eighths thick. He gauged
