“No! Please! I can’t take it! I really can’t!”He just stared at me as I begged out of genuine fear. Those few swats had already been unbearabl..., and they probably had taken less than a minute to inflict. I did not even want to imagine what ten minutes of that would feel like.He turned the hourglass and I kept begging for his mercy until I saw him grip the flogger once more rather than the paddle. I would have never thought the sting of the flogger would feel as welcome as it did then. Yet he. It was a spot that appeared after she had been sitting in my lap, one night a few summers ago, while we looked at photos I had just taken of her, when she posed in a two piece baby blue sleep set we'd bought that day, of little panties and a matching top with spaghetti straps, trimmed in pink. As we sat in my desk chair at the PC and I held her close to me, my cock swelled and stretched through the fly of the pajama bottoms I wore, but remained concealed under the tee, while her ass pressed. Before he could even begin to panic an echoing voice rang out, "Good morning William, we hope you had a restful sleep," We?" William replied while looking around in confusion, "What the fuck is going on?" Do not mind this, you won't even remember this too much, but we would just like to give our congratulations. You've been selected for an extraordinary test, William, and you'll find this test most...enjoyable," The voice almost cryptically told the confused man,"What the fuck are you talking. When Hank saw the tray, her eyes widened. "Where did these come from?" she asked. When Kathy replied the hotel's kitchen, Hank's eyebrows raised. "That's flat-out impossible," she stated emphatically."They came from the hotel's kitchen," Marie interjected, "but Lady Kathy made them." Marie!" Kathy exclaimed.Marie stood up as straight as she could, with her shoulders back causing her tits to thrust out and said, "It's true, Lady Kathy! I was with you when you made them. Hank has eaten enough.