Black?" she asked with concern."It was just a back spasm, Dear. Not your fault," I lied. "Hold the keys up and I'll tell you which one opens the door.... There's only one key," she told me, still leaning over but looking back at me, her straight blond hair hanging over her shoulders."Huh?" There's just one key, Mr. Black. Should I use it?"Damn. "No dear, don't bother. That's the key to the shed. I must have left the house keys inside." My head still pounded and it was hard to think, but I felt a. The audience cheered. Then I noticed in the audience was my mother and father. Sitting next to them was that brunette and her blond friend. I had only a quick glance. I notice mom and the two girls wore mini skirts and no bras. I could see the nipples through the tops.I was then pulled to the whipping post by two guards. The blond whipper held my balls firmly while I was being secured to the post with the my hands above my head. She was also talking into my ear about how much she wants to fuck. . ( This was actually true as all the girls apart from the good food and exercise were being given powerful sexual stimulants,) This was increasing their sex drive so much they were just about climbing up the walls. How do they come to the conclusion you are a masochist Janet Heather asked . Because they brought me from the orphanage. Who signed me in here as an unruly trouble maker. I was spanked in the Orphanage usually it was over my knickers. It was mostly the sisters who did it.. But. I stood up and approached him, the glass in my hand. I was nervous, but at the same time, curious and confidant. Julian took the glass from my outstretched hand. I watched as he gulped down the water. I untied the knot to my satin robe, allowing it to open just slightly. I don’t know why I was so turned on. Julio handed me the empty glass. I watched as his eyes locked on to my chest. “I have to go,” Julian nervously remarked. “No,” I said softly, as I intentionally parted my rode to expose.