She needs to hear it. Hearing it excites her more even than the prospect of a stiff thrust of cock between her legs. Imagine Zynab telling you that: T...at you are her slave. That she owns you. No. Stop thinking that. No need to think that. That’s not how it is.“My panties are worth more than you. Think about that as you kiss them.”Why doesn’t Francesca refuse? Why doesn’t she resist? Is she really going to make it that easy for Zynab? Why do they always make it so. "Aye Paul shes quite a screamer isnt she ?" I turn around to see that Embry said that. "Please please let me go you cant keep me here like this". Smack another hit across my face. I start to cry. I am not use to people hitting me why ive never even had a spanking a day in my life. I turn around in the room and see that Paul Embry and Jared are there but no one else. "Shut up crying bitch unless you want another hit and want us to gag you!" I quickly lower my cries. "Wow Jacob wasnt lieing when. ?Tara grabs Bert’s chin and pulls his head up. ?Look at me when I talk to you, slave. I’m going to punish you for that remark.? She smacks his side with the flogger. ?After every hit I want you to say I’m sorry Bitch Tara.??Yes Bitch Tara. I’m sorry Bitch Tara.?Tara smiles. ?Good.? She steps behind Bert and smacks his back with the flogger.?I’m sorry Bitch Tara,? Bert answers.Tara smacks Bert’s back again and again. After a while he loses count of how many times she smacks him. His voice cracks. Undercurrents flowed through my brain. This was, like the restaurant, quite romantic. We sat mostly side-ways so it would be easier to see each other as we talked. The waiter brought our drinks and we spent several minutes just watching the gas logs. Christina was the first to speak. She softly told me, ‘thank you’. I reassured her that it was my job to come help, if it was needed. ‘No’, she said. ‘ I mean thanks for everything else’. She could see the look of confusion on my face. Christina.