I said to him, Mark I warned you to keep your hands to your side. He said he was sorry and moved his hands away. After looking at his perfect penis I ...elt myself getting hard. I knew I needed to carry out this discipline before enjoying any sexual argument I had. I got up and went to the kitchen and got a wooden spoon from the drawer. I sat in front of him again and told him to hold out the palms of his hands. I gave each one 5 slaps. This was to remind him to keep his hands at his side. I. It could have laid there forever but it was not meant to be. While it was sleeping Master had been inspecting the marks and all left from Master’s training from earlier. The marks and bruising had really started to show up better than before. He was quite pleased with everything that was done but for the slave’s back. The marks that He had hoped for were not there. The slave’s hands being tied behind its back when it was hung by its bound tits had kept Master from getting the results on. He moved the crotch of her underwear aside, tracing the slit of her lust-swollen lips. Her juices were pooling along the slit, the accumulation building as his cock grew in her hand. She pressed her lips near his ear, snaking her tongue out to flick his earlobe slightly before whispering to him. ‘I want you to fuck me.’ Ian grinned, his fingers pressing past the slick folds of skin and slipping deep inside her pussy. Jill’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips clamping in a soft utterance of pleasure. ? Sandra entered the room. ?Eyes down slave!? Jim yelled. Sandra immediately knew something new was in store. She was both frightened and aroused. She had never been with a black man before, but sensed that she did not have any choice in the matter today. She dropped her head and waited for further instruction. ?Strip slave.? Jim said. Ignoring her further he turned to Joe and said, ?so, what do you think of our little playroom?? ?It’s not bad, I’m sure we can all.