."She paused again. It was driving me nuts these pauses. She shiftedgears."Do you remember a time in a parking lot where a little boy wore thongpantie... and was painfully whipped?" I reddened at the memory. "Ofcourse, you do. What a silly question. But humor me anyway with ananswer." Yes," I whispered."Yes what? Go on" Yes I remember..." And tell me about how it felt?" It hurt. It was painful," I replied wondering why she would ask theobvious?"Yes, of course it hurt. That was the idea. But how. I crouched low on my hands and knees, my hard futa-dick rubbing on the sandy beach. That was quite the distraction. I wanted to wiggle on my belly, but naked, that was just impossible. I crawled towards the brush, trying not to make any noise as they talked about Keily’s encounter with the fey. I went slow, trying not to make any sound.I made it to the thick reeds by the ponds. I skirted around the brackish water while frogs hopped away. They were full grown on this side while only tadpoles on. Rose knew that she deserved to be punished. She had, after all, lost, and because she had lost,Master had lost face among his friends. But it wasn't the first time that she had lost a match. She had fought other slaves before and although she almost always won, she had lost before. When she had lost, Master had punished her for losing as was proper.... but not like this. Onceshe lost because she was careless and not paying attention to the match, and he had publiclywhipped her. Once he. He said, “yeah, for sure sweet heart.” She got up and kissed his forehead, he took her in his arms and placed his head between her breasts, as he was so fond of them, and closed his eyes for a while. She kept standing there, moving her fingers through his hair and embracing him. Then he kissed her chest and started to work again. She left and after a few minutes returned with Marc’s favorite cappuccino. He kept on working and sipping the coffee after every few minutes. She took her tablet out.