An hour into the party and my Master was bored, he gets bored easily. Master decides it’s time for some entertainment. He pulls me outside to a be...utiful flower garden and ties my arms to an above branch on a tree in the center of the garden forcing me to stand on my tippy toes. Next Master rips open my blouse. Immediately he sees how the clamps made my nipples enormous. He squeezes both nipples really hard, I scream out in pain, quickly the men turn and start watching just as Master had. "The next level of punishment is the strap. This is often simply a belt, used because it is readily to hand when impromptu punishment is called for."He reached into a drawer beside him and came up with an object she recognised, a riding-crop."Many heads of households use a riding crop on their recalcitrant family or servants as well as to encourage their horses. It marks quite well and hurts a good deal if it is applied properly. Even some days later, long after the pain has subsided, the marks. The sailor carefully pushed himself up to a sitting position, not surprised his body was still sore; but what surprised him was how little his gunshot wound hurt. The young sailor sat on his mat considering if he possessed the strength to try to go outside when three men entered the hut. Two of the men were the natives who had brought him to the village but the man in the middle looked completely different from the other two.The man in the middle was average height with bright blue eyes peering. ” Bob winked, then flashed that he was cleared from being a traitor.I don’t know how I would have reacted if Bob had told me otherwise. I’ve known Alex for over four years and would never have suspected him of being anything but a solid Agent.“What’s up? I take it Jonah and Jeremy are cleared for our chat?”“Yes. Look, Al, you’ve gotta keep this on the down low, but, I’m positive there’s a turncoat in the CIA. He’s been researching me and Jeremy and that puts us in a very tough spot. I’ve also.