I asked her to lie down with her t-shirt removed and not to worry about anything. She looked hesitant about me holding my phone as if I was recording ...er.I guess she had her own insecurities and worries. But then I made her comfortable. I switched off the lights. Placed two candles on either side. And I just went and sat next to her. I took off her glasses and I whispered in her ears, “Rachana, just close your eyes and imagine the hottest guy you have ever dreamt of.”After saying this I clicked. His mouth stern as ever under his graying moustache, he pushed her roughly against a chest of drawers and forced her to bend over it with one massive rough hand while with the other he lifted her skirt. Picking up the cane he brought it down with stinging force over her buttocks, making her cry out. However, though he didn't know it, this was actually in pleasure. Over the years she had grown so used to a regular beating that it no longer had much effect on her, though she still pretended it. It didn't take long to get his cock out of his sheath and hard. When it was I moved out of the chair and got on to the floor on all fours. I asked Dad to give Patch a hand in getting his cock in to my wet cunt. Well he not only gave him a hand he gave him his mouth as well. What the fuck was he doing? He sucked Patch so well that it quickly became obvious to me that it wasn't the first cock he had sucked. He really got in to it, but this wasn't helping me in delaying me getting fucked. However,. Sorry master, I stammered, but it was too late, he continued to spank me until tears rolled down my cheeks, not so much from the pain (although it did hurt) but from the humiliation. There I was naked in front of a fully clothed man, with clothes legs on my scrotum, balls and nipples tied together and being beaten on my backside...When he got bored of spanking me, he turned his attention to my balls,many using a small leather strop, started to hit them. Some of the strokes didn't hurt, but many.