My sobs are constant now, the torment of suspense seeming to me to be far worse than the punishment itself. Then it comes. Five blows in quick success...on, building in strength and intensity; a crescendo of excruciating hurt and distress that forces one final tortuous scream.“FFFUUUCCKKK!”My cries fade and there is near silence. Nothing but my own little sobs between gasping breaths. Once again the suspense builds; but I can no longer feel the whip’s caress against my skin.The ropes around my. The smell of a bitch in heat destroyed any illusion that any of my girls may have had that she not only expected this, but wanted it as well.That’s not to say that her sister Adrian having control of her phone didn’t worry her just a bit. But, she also knew that she was powerless to stop whatever was to happen now, which truth be told, made her nipples even harder, her sex even wetter, giving away her ever rising state of arousal.A vicious, yet highly erotic state indeed.Our eyes were still. On this paricular evening she dressed very sexy, black pleated skirt, stockings and garter belt, blue silky/lace panties annd matching low cut bra, my wife is around 5.6, slim, nice legs and long dark hair,and looked great in her black stilletoes, we had been at the party for about 2 hours, we both had a fair amount to drink, we had a bottle of wine at the hotel before we came to the party, anyway around 1pm my wife was very dipsy so I took her up to one of the spare bedrooms, the room had a. My sandals were the Egyptian sort that didn’t do much for my calves but I could walk in them, so what the hell. My chestnut hair was tied loosely back. “There’s a small theatre company in Bristol. They are mostly young, aspiring and, frankly, rich kids indulging themselves. They’ve all been to drama school, all have some experience but, well, they are like most actors mostly unemployed. So they’ve formed “Dole Queue’ which is a small company doing staple comedy and thrillers in pubs and village.