He got up and grabbed me by my Road Slut collar. (To understand the reference of that collar, you would need to read my Masters story “Road Slut”)...He pulled me into the bedroom and then pushed my face into the bed, bending me over it and kicking my legs wide. He put something to my lips.“Kiss it. Lick it, bitch.” He said in a soft, sturdy, strong voice. I opened my eyes and looked to see what it was as it seemed unfamiliar to my lips. It was the handle to the flogger. My pussy squeezed and. I blushed and noticed that Jack was blushing, too. They left, walking over to Jack’s condo for the night. I called out. “Pam, call your parents and let them know you two aren’t returning to their house tonight.” She waved.When I closed the door, I collapsed into Jack’s arms laughing. I gave him a kiss. “Sometimes, you are on the edge of too much.”“You love it.”“Yes, I do. I love you, too. Jack, take me to bed and make love to me.”“It shall be as you request. It will be our pleasure.”I kissed. "You'd better start building another bed, for you tosleep in until the wedding and me to sleep in afterward. I'll takeMelisande around to meet your sisters and brothers-in-law, shall I?"Melisande didn't object, but followed the older woman out of the housewith a curious glance back at Rodric. He looked around, found somesuitable materials, begged others from neighbors, and spent the hottestpart of the day building the bed; then went out to work in the fieldwhen it was getting cooler.His. 

The slapping sounds attracted a bigger audience.

Not my face, I pleaded inwardly. Fearing a black eye.

"Kiss it."

I obeyed. This blow brought involuntary tears. The crowd murmured approval.

"Kiss it."

My face was on fire.

"Kiss it."

I tasted blood. Something inside my mouth had split on my teeth.

"Kiss it."

"Kiss it."

"Kiss it."

Until, finally, far beyond what I would have thought I could have endured, "Up here. Over my knee."

Stunned, dizzy, I scrambled to my feet,.