There was none of that eyes-cast-down shit. * * * Monday was always a busy day as rural people tended to stock up on Mondays and then return on Friday... to buy things they’d forgotten and hope to meet people they knew in one of the restaurants when taking late lunch. Sarah was placing the ‘Open’ sign outside the side entrance when she noticed a dark-curly haired guy with big white teeth, a big chest and narrow hips approaching. At least that’s what Sarah thought she saw but she had on her. My wife actually giggled. I couldn't believe it! He ordered me to put my hands behind my back. "When I strike your husband's belly, start counting," he told my wife. He then proceeded to cane my belly twenty times with my wife counting each stroke. I just couldn't believe this level of humiliation. I fully expected my wife to intervene or at least protest. But she gleefully counted. Mike then told me to turn around and caned my ass thirty times. The pain was immense. I wouldn't be able to sit. "Oh, brother, your ass is tight, it feels so good," my brother moans, "Take my dick up inside you just like your granddad's." Yeah, son, swallow my meat," Dad added, "You want it, don't you? You want Dad's hard dick." Oh, God!" I moaned, "Oh yes, I love it. Give me your dick, Dad, fuck my ass, brother! Oh God, it feels so good, I'm gonna cum. Family dick makes me cum!"I felt the orgasmic rush of pleasure run through my body as the two hard dicks of my father and brother continued to pound me. Master began to whip her, starting at her shoulder blades, and slowly moving down her spine until he reached her perfect ass. Master then bent over her naked form, squeezing her peachy left buttock in one hand as he unfastened her gag with the other. Her sobs were unmuffled at last."I am going to give you twenty strokes on the back of your thighs and on your ass, slut, for daring to look up at your Master without being told to do so." he informed her. "You will count each stroke off after.