He groaned, “Baby,” Fuck, he was ready to come in his jeans from just hearing her cry out. “Jesus, woman I don’t need to come in my jeans righ... now.” He growled. He took a deep breath and tried to control his voice the best he could, “I love you and I’ll call you in two hours.” And he hung up on her; he was going to get it later when he called her.He cursed as he looked down at his pants; sure enough his freaking bulge was huge. He adjusted his jeans, it worked some what but it wasn’t going to. The Nurse nods, meaning I am fit for The Punishment. Immediately, I have the cuffs and shackles removed, but only to be restrained on The Whipping Bench, ankles, wrists and waist, with my bum exposed high in the air and my head low. The wide-open-mouth gag is kept to prevent me from biting my tongue.Now The People are already taking their seats. The Leader remembers The People -and me- why I am about to be punished with a stern, scornful voice. Then, The Nurse paints my buttocks and my pussy. "My cock was stirring again, and I suggested they make her count each stroke. They grinned like a bunch of frat brothers as they instructed her to count loudly.Smack! "One," Maggie called out as the first stroke of the paddle made contact with her creamy white ass.Smack!"Two," she moaned as her nipples enjoyed being pinched and pulled.Smack!"Three," she panted. I knew she was so turned on, that a few more strokes would make her cum.Sure enough, after calling out ten, her body shuddered, and her. His room was closer than hers, he may as well have been in the bed with her. The wood floor was cool against her cheek, but the bottom of the door wasn't high enough for her to see any of the naughtiness going on beyond. She quietly walked downstairs, and out the back door. The tree house peered directly into her mother's bathroom, and if the bathroom door was open, she could have a clear shot at the bed.The grass was moist with dew this late at night...or early in the morning. She climbed.