Her breathing continued, heavy. Her ass felt as if it was on fire. She could feel the mark that each lash had made on her bare ass as if she had been ...randed. But still the mistress did not strike and the slave realised that it was over. The mistress had counted her forty strokes.The mistress left her there for a while and walked back over to the cupboard and replaced the flogger. She stood there for a while as if browsing and finally reached out and took a black riding crop. She was not yet. " Charlie says with a jerk of her hair."Go fuck yourself." she curses.He has his belt doubled over and it hisses through the air to Smack hard on her ass. He did not hold back much and it hurts like hell. Her breath hisses out of her mouth as she fights the pain. But the very next blow makes her cry out. As does the next... and the next... and the next.... and the next.She is crying and her words are just sounds. She is balanced too far forward to stay up on her own. If he steps back or lets go. Kay’s sister-in-law, Margo, is a most attractive blond model, tall and slim with a very good body. Late thirties, a few years younger than the rest of us. She has eyes only for my man as she ogles his totally tanned, taut, semi-naked body. He is wearing a business shirt with all the buttons undone and just a tiny white jock strap which accentuates the bulge of his already slightly aroused cock and he does look good I muse as want him to impress our two women guests.“Kay told me to dress to. ‘It was my pleasure, I’m sure,’ Alicia purred. They dried each other off and headed for the bedroom. Deciding that they needed nourishment, they got dressed and drove to a local buffet for their breakfast bar. Still, their eyes were locked into each other’s as they ate and smiled as they remembered their antics. Alicia broke the silence with, ‘Where do we go from here? I’ve never, ever slept with a man the first time I met him. You were definitely the first and I hope that this won’t be a.