“So you’ll get fifteen swats to teach you to hurry.” Before I could say anything (I hadn’t vaginal piercing spoken to her since she ordered me to strip down by the road), she began laying into my ass vaginal piercing with a leather riding crop she’d used on me a vaginal piercing few times before, but never with this much enthusiasm.
She told me to count, and I did.
When she’d finished all fifteen, she vaginal piercing asked me if I understood the lesson.
“Yes, Mistress vaginal piercing,” I said.
“Good,” she said, releasing the cuffs.
“Now apply that lesson while you unload the car. Put all the bags in the bedroom.” I immediately ran to vaginal piercing the car and vaginal piercing began pulling bags out, shuttling them to the bedroom.
I noticed Annie moving cuffs and chains around on the porch, and by the time I was done, the leather wrist cuffs dangled from two eyehooks about six feet apart.
The ankle cuffs were hooked to the floorboards an equal distance apart.
She motioned me to the cuffs and I stood eagerly still as she rechained me on vaginal piercing the porch, spread eagle this time.
I was facing outward from the house, looking vaginal piercing across the courtyard and vaginal piercing circular drive towards the overgrown gardens and the thick woods beyond.
The porch was on the north side of the house, and the early evening shade was beginning to get cool.
My cock, as hard as I could ever remember it being before then, bobbed in the cool air in front of vaginal piercing me.
“It took you seven minutes to unload,” she said from behind me.
“So you’ll get seven more whacks.” My ass was a little sore, but I was excited about another round of spankings.
