"Yes, please," I begged, and she obliged."Yes, please," I begged, and she obliged. "What kind was that?", she demanded. "An easy one," I gasped. The next one wasn't. I screamed again, and Cheryl asked "What was that one?" "A hard one!", I groaned. "Tell me what this one is," she commanded as the hairbrush slapped again. "An easy one." "So you do know the difference," Cheryl said sarcastically. Do you want some more easy ones?" "No, please, Cheryl, no more," I pleaded. "Ten more," she said. "Hard ones or easy ones?" "Easy ones, please," I answered. "I thought you'd say that," she snorted. "I'll compromise with you," she said. "Half and half - do you want the easy ones first or last?" I couldn't answer her. I didn't want any at all, hard or easy. "Hurry up," she demanded, "or there won't be any easy ones!" "Last," I answered quickly. The next five were the worst so far, and the final five weren't much gentler, at least from my perspective, but Cheryl kept her word and stopped after ten. I looked over my shoulder at her, and saw that her bikini was almost transparent with perspiration. My cock didn't respond at all; 99 percent of my attention was focused on the pulsating pain in my butt, and the other one percent on my aching knees and hip joints. "That's enough, Cheryl, let me go," I pleaded. "We'll take a break for a few minutes," she answered, "but you haven't had your surprise yet." I wondered what on earth she could be planning to top the horrendous paddling she'd already administered, but I was sure I didn't want to find out. Cheryl walked over to her dresser and picked up a leather thong that looked like a boot lace from a hiking boot. She tied a slip knot near one end of it, passed the end through the knot to form a circle about two inches in diameter, and walked back over to the bed. I could sense her directly behind me and was mystified until I felt her cup my balls in one hand and slip the leather loop over them. "What the hell are you doing?", I demanded. For the first time I was really frightened. A man tends to be really protective of his testes, and not just to avoid the pain that comes from mistreating them - probably some instinct provided by nature to ensure perpetuation of the species. |