When he did so, a green light came on within the column of the pillory.A large clock face descended from the darkness of the ceiling area as the voice...from the speaker explained. "Slave 142, as the slave who has gone the longest without punishment, has won the right to be first punisher. She will have 30 seconds to deliver five swats. They must not be less that 7 or more than 10 on SaM's Place Scale of Punishment. Swats cannot be delivered less than 4 seconds apart nor more than 6 seconds. . You have done your best, I can ask for nothing more. I don’t expect this to be more than an annual event. So this will be fine.”Meanwhile, at midnight, the witching hour, in the Irish sea, the tension on board was palpable. ‘Moonfleet’ was still holding her course. The wind had picked up and veered slightly, but she was still making no more than five to six knots. One of Midshipman Smart’s party was standing on the topsail yard as lookout, but as yet nothing had been sighted. ‘Firebrand’, still. .You tell him once more "don't go anywhere" and leave the room. Him throbbing so hard and cock drenched in your cum.You see me standing at your sofa and I beckon you over. You go to speak and I put my lip to your finger and gently shush you.I push you onto the sofa and you part your legs without any command as you're trying to tell me that's where you need me. I thrust into you and fuck that pussy hard and fast, that aggressive slaps almost loud enough for you to be caught, my hand firmly over. That you faced down Margaret Lundgren like you were holding four aces to her pair of threes. You just smoothly and coolly handled Alec Glass. And you totally fucked over Lisa without even a thought. And NOW you’re enjoying it.”“Consider the target this time,” I chuckled. “That makes it both profitable AND pleasurable.”“You’re scary good at this, Steve.”“It hasn’t played out all the way. And I’m sure he has some more things to pull from his bag of tricks.”“But he’s dancing to YOUR tune now, not.