He put a wind-up clock on the floor in front of me so that I could see it. For the next half hour, every time the second hand passed another minute I ...ot a lash with the dressage whip across my glowing behind! The final picture shows thirty vicious welts from the dressage whip criss-crossing my crimson ass and thighs. There is cum dripping out of my pussy again. Yes, Henri fucked me immediately after he was done punishing me.It took two weeks and a lot of Aloe Vera gel for my bottom to recover. The laughter, while good for your spirit, is bad for you healing. We have come up with a plan. Your father and I can be here, but not with Dycke. Dycke can be here, but not with us. At least not until you heal. ‘Why?’ Payne asked. ‘Payne, it seems that when people are in the room with Dycke, He finds a way to make them laugh or make them laugh at him. Either way, everyone is laughing, including you and that has to stop for at least the next six to eight weeks.’ Just as Payne was getting ready. This close to Spokane finding one turned out to be easy. He then sat and admired the woman he had only met yesterday.Musing, he wondered how women could be so many people in one. Helen seemed to be dozens, all singularly attractive, all remarkably competent. Watching the crisp efficiency with which she prepared the meal, his mouth began watering. He was hungry, and no one as openly competent would put less than a chef's meal on the table.They would had to talk today, after breakfast certainly. As I did, Kola moved into the space I had just vacated and stood there with her bow at the ready."What the hell is going on here," a man bellowed loudly from a spot directly across from the open portal.The man was as tall as me but that was it as far as similarities went. He was definitely much older than I was and he certainly weighed a hell of a lot more and I was sure that most of it wasn't muscle. He had long, shoulder length blonde hair, a bushy moustache, and a beard. Given what he was.