Counting off the strokes of the braided leather horse whip as is bit into the soft skin of my ass. Crying, losing count, having to start over, getting...extra strokes until it was finally over. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it's legs, the center piece of lumber. She became sexually active at the age of 15 with good birth control. She went through the issues of infatuation and lust and heartbreak and betrayal before she reached her senior year and developed a level of maturity that her mother praised her for. She was not yet ready to be monogamous and learned to juggle multiple sexual relationships with a minimum of fuss and drama.When she decided to marry at the age of eighteen it was for love as well as to someone with good economic benefits. This. He moved from one woman to the next and ground and danced with each of them. He moved over to dance with my wife and she looked at me and laughed.The dancer turned my wife around and stood behind her. He grabbed her hips and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees with her head towards my lap and her ass facing him. He began thrusting against her as he simulated fucking my pretty wife while her head rested on my now semi erect cock.The DJ played it up and the women ate it up. They all. "Stand by the bed. Don't try to cover up. Just stand there with your hands at your side." My mother's nipples were so hard that I was willing to bet that they ached to be touched. Kate's nipples were also erect, probably from fear and not arousal. "Two grown women acting like teenage sluts, rutting around naked kissing and touching each other." Kate looked mortified. She was confused also. What was happening? Why was she and this boy's mother letting this boy humiliate her like this?"I'm not.