She could hear his voice as he moved around behind her and the clack as he removed the strap from the wall.She could hear his voice as he moved around behind her and the clack as he removed the strap from the wall. "Now, my dear, I think we shall start with 5 on each side." Irish forced her muscles to relax. -Thwack!- -Thwack!- -Thwack!- -Thwack!- The strap beat a steady rhythm as Jeremiah struck first one asscheek, then the other. When the ten were finished, Irish took a deep breath through her nose, trying not to cry. She always forgot how badly the strap stung. Irish stiffened when she felt blunt fingers exploring her pussy. "Why, Irish, my dear, you're soaking wet!" Jeremiah exclaimed, his fingers smearing her secretions over her entire vulva. She tried to turn her head, hoping to rub the blindfold off, but it was no use. She tried to speak through the gag, but the cloth held her mouth open too wide for her to form coherent words. |