I had seen it before. It was some sort of whip with many soft velvet ribbons extending from the leather handle.It wasn't meant to hurt as much as titi...late. She began with my thighs swinging from above her head to maximize the blows. It didn't hurt like I knew my belt would but there was an intense stinging sensation wherever she landed her blows.Again she worked her way around my raging erection hitting my legs, my stomach, even my chest causing my nipples to ache as badly as my cock. I wanted. Her knees were nearly two feet apart because of the molding, and within seconds the breeze was blowing her bright red hair back. The same breeze instantly blew under her skirt and caused it to rise up her skinny thighs. She tried to pull it down with one hand, but a bump and swerve of the cart caused her to cry out again and reach desperately for the handhold. She felt like she was riding some weird amusement park ride. The cart raced along the path, her skirt now blowing up around her waist. It was a low but useable five feet high, sloping down in the last few feet to the dirt floor. She carefully pulled out her sleeping roll and a larger cloth that she put down over the floor to keep the roll from getting any dirtier than it already was. Looking over her food situation, she found she had a few sticks of dried jerked meat left and some dried berries to eat. After eating these, she left her hide and moved off to one side of the barn and found what she wanted now. A Clump of weeds. He took a step towards me, his eyes were dark, angry, I had never seen him like this. His jaw clenched. But this sudden movement, this sudden show of power had instantly disarmed me. My already pounding heart skipped a beat. Our eyes locked, his face softened and I knew my own expression had given away my vulnerability. There was a short moment of silence between us as we sized each other up. I tilted my chin at him to show I was not afraid. “Suck my cock.” He said, his voice superior, calm..