I was naked and stiff as I watched the scenario unfold. He announced that his wife would strike the first five strokes, and then she wished to be sec...red on the working bed cowgirl and after he had had his fill of Rose she would be caned while engaged with me. The duchess flicked the crop down hard along the length of Roses left leg leaving a livid red imprint; she repeated the stroke on the right leg before Rose had chance to scream, she then kissed rose on the lips muffling her noisy. I laid with my hands and forearms pulled up till my fist was below my chin, I kept looking at my fist as Daniel probed my anus and spread his lubricant along my buttcrack. Daniel wiped his hand on my body and adjusted legs so he was between them, taking his massive member in his right hand, Daniel guided his enormously huge sex tool between my buttocks till I could feel it rest against they valley of my buttocks. Daniel slid his rubbery rock hard penile shaft and head up and down my buttcrack. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from. When I looked at the interpreter, he simply shook his head no. I found out later that, by custom, he was not allowed to repeat an oath.I reached down and helped Kalani’s father shakily to his feet.“What do I call you, old man?” I asked him gently.The young man started to interpret my question, but the old man waved him off.“Most men call me Ha’tu. But I hope that you will call me Papa, Michael,” he said in perfect EnglishThen turning once again to the assembly, he called out in a loud voice, “I.