He struggled frantically as we carried him over to the coffin-shaped large trunk and lowered him down into it. We made sure he was on his back inside ...t looking up at the ceiling, he looked very uncomfortable in the extremely tight space, he couldn't move at all. Then Rayne closed the lid down and sat on it, just to make sure he can't somehow scramble out."Oww guys, c'mon, let me out!" He moaned and begged. He would have been in pitch blackness inside if it wasn't for the hole at the top. Morning came as it always does, light and early. I rose and took a shower, shaved, and had a quick breakfast, then checked and realized the Crane household was still resting. That gave me an excuse to lie back down and sleep another hour.The next thing I was aware of was a feather. It kept tickling my nose, until I was awake. When I opened my eyes, I saw Sherrie with a feather, using it to tickle me awake. When she saw me looking at her, she lost the feather and grabbed my head, kissing me with. “You’re going to count the lashings, if you lose count well start over.” “Yes master.” She said. I gave her the first lashing from my belt. “One” she said. I gave another lashing. “Two” she said. Another lashing “Three.” After 18 lashes, about halfway through, I looked admirably at her red and bruised ass.“Ok that’s about half, I think we can give that ass a break. Sit up on the couch.” She did and looked me straight in the eye; here brown eyes full of lust and desire. Only then did I. It was hard to imagine but we had so much in common. Les was an controller and he ran the office Nancy was an engineer. We had many common stories about work and life in general. Les stated that he loved to play golf like I did. In fact, ‘he asked me if I wanted to play around tomorrow morning.’ I said sure that would be great. The women were talking about their projects in the community. It was so hard to believe that we were so similar, or so I thought I should have realized that we were.