“When I want to hear from you I will ask you” Mistress said and then added 3 hard whacks with the cane. “I guess he thinks he is a King and tha... the world must bow down to him” she says. I start to shake my head no and again I feel the bite of the cane. I feel the bite with each word…”What (whack) did(whack) I(whack) tell(whack) you(whack) about(whack) wanting(whack) to(whack) hear(whack) from(whack) you(whack). The last coming very fast and very hard…I will ask you until then do not move. . I forced a giggle, and then I put a hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t apologize. If I minded you looking, I wouldn’t have worn this halter.”He finally found his voice, “It’s just that I’ve never seen you dressed ... you know.”“I know.” I told him. “I decided I need to loosen up a little, and I thought today would be as good as any to start. I hope you don’t mind.”“Mind? Hell no. I’m honored.”I laughed, “Just try to restrict your staring to those times when we’re sitting. But to no avail, all she could do was cry as they rammed even larger cacti into her cunt and mouth and resumed her flogging...to the more sensitive half of her body. Her tears would make you think she would die of dehydration soon, but alas she could not be put out of her misery. They continued the torture for even longer than the first...her only response being helpless crying and struggling, driving more and more thorns into her ass. It could be said that no woman had ever suffered so. I put my hands against the wall, breathing heavily, my stomach in knots. Someone's breath tickled my ear, their breathing labored. "I'm glad you are willing to put the effort in to get extra credit, Miss Hastings." He chuckled softly, his hands tracing down my back and up my thighs. "The costume will definitely help improve your mark." He ripped the top off my blouse, tearing off some buttons and he pulled out my breasts. He roughly pulled on my nipples and I let out a light moan. "Shhh, the.