My new friend locked the door as soon as we were alone again. Now there was no chance of us being disturbed for at least an hour. The mood had been br...ken slightly. Patrice came back to my side and asked me "Do you want to go further?" It was my chance to stop this, but my cock was still hard against the inside of my trousers.I told Patrice that we would have to go further or I would have to leave the compartment right that second and go to beat off in the toilet."Well, I think you could have a. I stroked it and knelt down to bring my face closer. His glans had a smear of precum just oozing out of the slit so I licked it with the tip of my tongue, feeling the softness of his cockhead and tasting the sweet precum in my mouth and on my lips. His cock twitched slightly at my touch but the hole was not at a great angle and his cock was not through far enough to really work on. He withdrew his cock and said “come in here” in a rough voice.As if in a trance I opened my cubicle door, my own. Rob had collected cuffs, saying to Pat that she should fit them to me, and watching the gentle way she placed them onto each of my wrists, that done I was told to kneel which I did, I was then lashed with a flogger, wow how that stung, after the initial 5, the strokes fell relentlessly10, then 15 lashes, all harsh and telling rained down, on my back and my bum, swat. swat, swat, 20 lashes or more, (I had lost count at 16,) the target area now on fire from the fairly rapid cuts that regular as a. She didn't know she was mine, but that was a mere technicality.Sheila had been mine since she was just a little 7 year old girl following me and her brothers around, begging us to play with her. She was mine from the time she was 10, when she broke her arm falling out of our treehouse and I had to carry her 3 blocks home. She belonged to me when she was 16 and cried on my shoulder because her boyfriend had broken up with her. She had always been mine and always would be. Now that she was ready.