He caressed her bottom with the end of the crop, just before bringing down a hard whack on the crease of her bottom. He continued to repeat this proce...s over and over on her bottom and tops of her thighs, taking pleasure in her yelps and moans through her gagged mouth. She needed this punishment, she wanted it in fact. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. Her bottom and thighs burned with the sharp sting of the crop.He stopped momentarily and came round to the other side of the table. He held. She was going to spend two more nights at my place, and from her viewpoint, my queen-sized bed was big enough to hold both of us.I told her that was a bad idea. I told her I flail around in my sleep and could give her a black eye (not true, but a good try). Finally I forbade her sternly, using my most manly voice.She ignored me, got naked, and crawled under my covers.I went to her room and got in bed there.She let me get to sleep and woke me up with a blow job.I knew this girl hadn’t done any. Mum was also very different in looks to Jenny, and dad use to call her ‘My wild gypsy.’ He was older than mum by ten years and I know he really appreciated her because I could often hear him appreciating her in bed at night. Mum used to appreciate him back and I knew this because she was always a bit noisy about it. I’d had my incestuous phase over mum. For a while I got jealous because dad had her to himself. At the time I decided that there ought to be a law that said fathers should share. Her breasts have been bound for a while, so clearly that sellotape needs to go, and my toothbrush will never be the same. It’s time to bring out the whip!Oh, wait. I don’t have a fucking whip.I take the toothbrush out of her ass (not without wiggling it a bit first). “Don’t move bitch, and don’t you drop what you’re carrying!” says Victor, as I turn to rummage through my computer bag. Laptop power cord – too big, it’ll leave welts. We never discussed if that’s OK, so I’m not going there. iPhone.