"Owwwwww!"He reacted more vocally with each successive swat, writhing and struggling against the firm hands of the two females holding him down. Afte... fourteen swats, Kyra paused and asked him, "No more noise after lights out?" No more! I won't do it again!"Kyra resumed the strapping to the tune of the male's loud shouts, enthusiastically giving him ten more swats to bring the total to twenty four, and replaced the tawse in the cabinet.She was busy with phone calls and other administrative. Amanda was just a sweetie. It took no more than a suggestion to get her to yield. Being mean to her was like kicking a baby ... It made me so angry... I regretted immensely to see her close herself down like that, but I needed to probe and understand her, and it was the only way I could help her in the end, too. Self-justification? Perhaps. Half of me wished I hadn’t said anything, and the other half was plotting how to get her to tell me all about it. She wouldn’t do so of her own accord. Not. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent .This is a work of fiction, intended to entertain adult readers. It has graphic erotic scenes and offensive language. If you can’t legally view this, please don’t! All characters and names of the story are fictional! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is strictly coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.) ***** Madhan turned around and waved at both his wife and son with a big smile on. Stop fucking screaming, he yells. He uncovers her mouth and tells her to apologize like the good girl she is. When she refuses, he smacks her inner thigh. IM SORRY! she yells. Please stop! He smiles at her and slowly unties her from the pole, but leaves her hands bound together. He walks her upstairs and into a bedroom. She tries to break free and he grabs her from behind. He sticks a finger inside her and fingers her until she moans. Then, he throws her on the bed. Dont try to get away from.