“Or,” he continued, “you could use one of our supple canes or rigid wooden paddles– perhaps even a holed or ridged one– rather than a smooth, flexible leather paddle like we are using today.” Janine could feel something moving and could hear the soft sound of a motor running behind her. Then the motor noise stopped and there was a click. Almost immediately she felt a burning pain in her ass cheeks as the leather paddle slammed into her ass. She tried to scream, but all that came through the ballgag was a high-pitched “Mummmfff.” “That, Doms and Masters,” Bruce said, “is at a medium setting.” He chuckled again. Janine had never heard that chuckle before. It somehow sounded ominous... almost evil. “I will now use the remote to turn the intensity down to the lowest setting,” Bruce continued. “I was told this was an experienced slave, but obviously she needs a warm up before we get serious. Perhaps some of you can learn from this when breaking in a new slave or girlfriend.” The machine again hummed softly, but it sounded higher pitched, like the motor was running faster. indian Then came the click and once again the paddle slapped her ass. This time it wasn’t nearly as hard. In fact, the sensation was almost pleasurable– not because it didn’t hurt or sting, but because it was as if the smack ignited something in her groin. “O God!” she said silently Lesbian to herself, “that almost turned me on.” She didn’t have much time to think as the motor continued to whirr and once again the paddle slapped her ass. “O God! O God!” she said more desperately, “that is definitely turning me on.” “No, No, NO!” she screamed silently as the paddle smacked her ass for the third time. “If this keeps up, I’m going to eventually cum... in here... naked... strapped to this God-awful machine... in front of my husband... and who knows how many other people.” She shouldn’t have said that– even silently to herself– because as soon as she said it, she began imagining dozens of people sitting behind the mirrored glass windows watching her writhe in her restraints. She had no idea who they really were, but she could clearly see faces in her mind. They were her friends... her teachers from high school... her ex-boyfriends... the girls she once ran around with in college... her Mother! They were all sitting there just on the other side of the glass, and they were all going to see that she was a wanton slut who could be turned on by a spanking. That thought alone nearly drove her to orgasm. “That’s better,” Bruce said loudly. “She seems to be warming up to things. Time to go back to the medium setting.” "The same reason you're a bastard," Adam's response was only slightly malicious. Strands of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and forth in her cleavage like a lattice made exclusively out of foul-smelling semen. God, what I would do to this fantastic— As she came to her senses, she realised it was still pitch dark. I frowned as I headed downstairs, my stomach still all knotted. “Yes,” I whimpered, adding my moans to the bliss echoing through the room. Moller smiled. Fluid kept running down Lisas muscular leg and found it's way from her tighs to her knee, down Fortunately my chance came when I heard from a friend that she was looking for a boyfriend. She so badly wanted to retain her status as the honorable winged-warrior, but she couldn’t deny her newfound masochism. Let us see the true character of this Mortal, Accuser. Without another word, I fish out her big black 8-inch flaccid cock and give it a kiss. Now I realized that it had all been a hoax. I mean it’s bad enough that the goon squad raped her, but using a broom handle on her? “Well, she’s all finished with her dancing now”, Lesbian said the undertaker, “let’s get some photos for the court and we’ll get her undressed.” indian After downing her whiskey, she poured another and stripped out of her clothes, leaving in the plug and egg.