She screamed even louder at stroke two and was in floods of tears by stroke three. Amy wriggled free and ran to the end of the room. She was dragged b...ck and repositioned on the desk. Miss Jones was now pinning her arms down to prevent escape. "For trying to get away, we will start again from the beginning."Miss MacDougall applied a full force stroke, and Amy screamed again through her sobs. The significant change was that the belt was striking my bottom. Each stroke burnt into my behind. Debbie and I separated and I took my water from Judy. I finished it in three gulps this time and motioned for Judy to come to me. I kissed her with the same tenderness as I had Debbie earlier."Is everyone ready to go to sleep, now?" I asked the two beautiful women beside me in our bed."Yes, I am." Debbie answered me. Judy shook her head yes with a sad look on her face. I knew she wanted another cum from me or Debbie, but from what I'd seen from Debbie, she wasn't inclined to give another woman. He slipped the shirt over my head as I put my arms into the sleeves, and then he held me by the waist. We stared at each other for a moment, but I knew I had to get going.“Fuck, I need to go. Mom thinks I’m dead or some shit,” I reluctantly pulled away from his grasp, “But...ummm....text me later if you want?” I probed.“Of course,” Dylan smiled, pulling a shirt on as well.We both finished getting dressed, and I started to leave.“Hey wait,” Dylan called me back to him.I turned around and he. The girl knows her cunt is wet, like her eyes.“This is unfair, how can I guess right when you deliberately treat my answers with denial?” she says, regardless of any consequences.“You have to try harder, sweetie. You have to outsmart me, not give up and be a defeatist.”Several more random words are thrown into the game by the master. The captive gets them right. Her reward is a growing pile of clothes discarded by the man.He stands over her naked, tantalizingly close. She desires him, wants his.