A few moments later the caning of the bound male appeared on the screen. The images of Bethany administering, along with the other images of the red s...reaks appearing on the male's reddened bottom, and those of his facial expressions, sent her boyfriend over the edge. "Oh God," he cried out as he began to spurt in Bethany's hot pussy. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of her boyfriend's frenzied thrusting. The feeling in her pussy got stronger, and as he drained the last of his. By now many more people had arrived and I marveled at the numbers."Why are these public whippings so well attended?" I asked him."They are very well advertised for one thing", Jeremy replied. "The Office of the Public Whip Master is a for profit business which charges admission to the general public so they have every incentive to promote these events and try to get as many people to attend as they possibly can." You mean people who don't even know the victims just come because they delight in. He liked the feel of constant arousal brought on by anticipation. He walked around all morning at half mast. Every time he thought about Kit’s luscious body he’d feel his blood surge and would have to distract himself with whatever came to hand… as a result his house had never been so clean. He liked a tidy workspace and a tidy home, but today his activities bordered on compulsive. He knew Kit would be calling soon, knew that she would but for some reason he felt a tiny ping of doubt in the pit. We had a deal for a photo shoot. This isn’t photography!” She stopped at calling Griff a bad name. She clung to some shred of decency.Griff just shrugged. “Yes, yes, of course it’s photography. No big deal. It’s just photography with a particular theme. You’ve enjoyed today up until now, haven’t you?”His voice was soothing, hypnotic. Slowly she nodded yes. It was true. She had to admit that she had fun.“And you’ve enjoyed talking to me, haven’t you?”Another nod, more enthusiastic than.