"At least not until you've finished making me coffee."She ignored me – as usual – and came over to inspect the damage. "Ouch! That hurts just to l...ok at!" she sympathised, going back to work on the coffee machine. "I hope it was worth it. Do you want two coffees? Is he still in the bedroom?" What? No!" I clipped back, probably a bit more vehemently than was warranted. "He didn't stay ... we didn't..." I left the sentence unfinished, my cheeks burning with colour to match my lips and. Hearing the back door slam shut startled her out of her musing. She pulled the door mostly closed so she could no longer see him and knocked harder. “Scott. You need to get up.” This time she heard the rustling and a few grunts and groans so she knocked again. “Scott, you need to get up and get dressed. Breakfast is in ten minutes. Let’s go.” “Thank you, Missy. I’m up and I’ll be out then.” She closed the door fully and went back to finish up. Richard was at the table and Missy allowed. Well, it wasn't long before I had my hand down in my sweatpants which, being rather restrictive, I pulled down to my knees so I could do things properly. I was laid back on the sofa stroking slowly while one girl was getting fucked by one guy and sucking another.My bottle of lotion was upstairs so I spit on my palm which helped things nicely and was going quite well when I heard, "I know what you're doing, Bryan."Well, I couldn't do everything at once, so I let go and pulled up my pants and hit. The stinging pain continued to intensify, and she certainly didn’t feel aroused but then she didn’t get aroused when spanked or caned and so wasn’t surprised. It would be her feelings a few minutes after the flogging was over that she was looking forward to. In the meantime, though, her boobies were hurting like never before.Petra kept the lashes coming with swing after swing criss-crossing Lisa’s breasts which were now much redder than when she had started. She saw the pain of each lash etched.