I felt in and out of consciousness waiting for this last beating.WHOOSH…. CRAAACK!“AHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, feeling like ... knife had just sliced into my upper thighs and WHOOSH… CRAACK!! another immediately followed, I felt my pee let loose and run down my legs. WHOOSH… CRAACKK!! While I was still peeing and sobbing and screaming, another slicing pain from the metal cane tore into my flesh. “Stop at ten.” I heard Daddy say. So seven more mind numbingly painful swats were. For those of you from New York, it’s about half the size of Central Park. There is no point on Tarawa more than ten feet above sea level. Now we had no interest in taking this island. It had no strategic importance so we were just going to bypass it. Then the Japs built an airstrip and everything changed. That fifteen hundred foot long landing strip controls thousands of square miles of ocean around the Tarawa atoll. They havealmost five thousand troops guarding Betio, with guns up to eight. I reached for his cock as he held my face in his hands. His legs trembled as I slowly stroked it and cupped his balls all the while looking up into his green eyes; I began to lick the head. My pussy needed to be stuffed; I needed his cock but decided he would be in charge of that episode as I was along for the ride of my life. I licked and sucked on the head while stroking his nice shaft and squeezing his great ass. I tasted a little dribble of cum and began to slow down, “No, don’t stop,”. Kara gave a great false grin, a tiny wave, then turned back to the taxi. She bent over retrieving something out of the backseat.It was nearly a full moon at midday.She returned, slipping the strap of a small travel bag over her shoulder.Lydia leaned over to me and murmured, "Why look, it's your cousin the jet-setting slut." Oh hush!" I whispered back.She suppressed a giggle. "Certainly more interesting than your cousin the cow."I slapped at her knee. "Be nice."The cabby never got out of his.