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For some odd reason (aol) Parts I, III, and IV got through and Part II
didn't...hmmm.

So, here's part II:

	Peggy suddenly got a serious look on her face and stared directly into my eyes
as she spoke.  "Gloria, all that I ask of you tonight is that you keep your
eyes open and your mouth shut - unless I ask you a question.
	"You have a pretty good idea what I have planned for Bill but you must realize
that Bill and I have been practicing this lifestyle for some time now.
	"For this reason, I’m able to get rather severe with Bill when it comes to his
discipline.  Keep in mind that, as you know, I love him very much and would
never injure him.  Hurt him?  Yes.  Very much.  Injure him?  No."
	Hearing Bill enter the house through the front door, Peggy called out to him. 
"I’ll be out in a minute.  Go on down and get things ready."
	With an immediate, "Yes, ma’am.", from Bill, only seconds later I heard his
steps as he descended into the basement recreation room that I knew was there
from previous visits.
	"While Bill is getting things ready, would you like a glass of wine or
something?"
	"That sounds great.  I think I’ll need it before we are done.  Thanks."
	We left the bedroom and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen.
VIII
	We entered the kitchen and Peggy took a bottle of chilled white wine from the
refrigerator.  I assumed that she would decant it and pour.
	With a smile and a wink to me, she turned in the direction of the basement
door and called out to her husband. "Bill, come here."
	"Yes, ma’am.", I heard from the basement steps as Bill obviously hastened to
obey.
	I don’t know who was more surprised, Bill or I.  As he walked into the
kitchen, his eyes bugged out when he saw that Peggy was not alone.
	The blush on his face was due, I’m sure, to both his attire (he was nude) and
to his "accessories" - leather straps around each wrist and ankle, with a
silver ringlet dangling from them.  I wondered if, also, he was embarrassed by
the realization that I was here to witness his punishment.
	Peggy, an impish smile on her face, said, "Hurry up.  You’ve seen Gloria
before.  I told you this morning that I might have he over to watch your
punishment tonight.  Well, obviously, I decided that she could watch.
	"She likes the idea of having Dave at her beck and call as I command and rule
over you."
	Bill was more than a little bit flustered as he scampered over and picked up
the bottle and corkscrew.
	Removing the cork and pouring two glasses, he handed Peggy her glass with a,
"Ma’am.", and turned to me, setting my glass on the table before me and
stuttering, "Ma-Ma’am."
	I noticed that his cock was semi-hard and that pre-cum was already oozing out
of its tip.  Peggy also noticed.
	"You must be looking forward to this.  I see that your cock has already
started to provide your refreshment.  Come over here."
	Bill immediately walked over to Peggy and stood with his arms at his sides,
his head tilted downward with his gaze staring at the floor next to her.
	With the fingertip of her right-hand index finger, Peggy reached down and
removed one pearly drop of jism from the groove of his circumcised cock-head.
	Looking up at him with that same devilish smile, she extended the fingertip,
and its humiliating residue, to Bill.
	With a quick glance in my direction, Bill opened his mouth, accepted the
intruding finger, and closed his lips around it.  I could see from the
movements of his mouth that he was suckling Peggy’s finger as a child would
suck their mother’s breast.
	Removing her finger from Bill’s mouth with a "pop", Peggy then reached out
with both hands, one grasping his cock and the other cradling his balls. 
Beginning a massaging motion with her hands, Peggy turned to me and explained.
	"It’s terribly important to associate sexual pleasure with the pain of the
necessary discipline.  While Bill is not a true masochist - he doesn’t get off
on the pain a bit - he is still excited by the knowledge that he is to be
whipped this evening.
	"His mind doesn’t think about this.  He knows only that if he is to be
whipped, he is also going to enjoy some rather intense sexual pleasure.  
	"True, he will pay dearly for this pleasure but his cock is too stupid to fret
much about the price.  It knows only that it likes to be stroked and is
unconcerned about the consequences.
	"Unconcerned, that is, until after he has ejaculated.  Of course, by then, it
will be too late.  He will already be in bondage and committed to submitting to
a thorough thrashing.  You’ll see what I mean when we get downstairs."
	While Peggy had been speaking, Bill’s cock in her palm had grown to a full
erection; its head slick and covered with the pre-cum that Peggy had spread
over it to allow for her teasing massage.  Without warning, Peggy stopped the
motions of her hands.
	"It’s time for your punishment, Bill.  Go downstairs now and wait.  Gloria and
I will be down in a moment.  While you’re waiting, think about this.  Tonight,
I’m going to test your limits as never before.
	"I’m going to show Gloria your tolerances that we’ve worked so hard to
increase over the past months. Put more simply, I’m going to beat you harder
and longer than I have ever done before.  Now, go."
	After Bill had left the room and returned to the basement, Peggy turned to me.
 "Gloria, I want to be clear about why I asked you over this evening.  It is my
wish to give you a gift.  A gift of knowledge.
	"Depending on how things go, I may invite you to observe and/or participate in
the future.  As I told you this morning, I have wished more than once in the
past six months that I could share this part of my life with you as I have
shared all other aspect of my life with you over the past twenty-plus years.
	"I hope that you’ll find this way of life as appealing as I have and come to
embrace the lifestyle in the same way that Bill and I have chosen.
	"On the other hand, if anything happens tonight that you are uncomfortable
with or if you feel for any reason that you wish to leave, please do so.  I
would never wish to do anything that might have a negative impact upon our
friendship.  If I know you as well as I think that I do, some of the events
before us tonight might come as a surprise to you.  Hopefully, though, I’ll be
able to introduce you to parts of yourself, parts of your sexuality, that you
possess but currently deny.
	"My suggestion is for you to go with the flow.  Whatever happens, I want you
to know that I love you as only a best friend of so many years can love
another.
	So saying, Peggy rose from her chair, signaled at the bottle of wine for me to
bring, and led the way to the basement steps.
	As we descended into the basement, I had a feeling that I would never look at
Bill in quite the same way after the evening was over.  
	Peggy took command as soon as her foot hit the last step.  "Gloria, sit over
on the sofa where you can have a good view.  I hope to teach you how to tame
your man and teach him his place…his place, of course, being on his knees, with
his tongue at least an inch or two up your ass.
	"Bill, assume the position."
	At this, Bill, who had been kneeling in the center of the room with his
forehead on the floor, got up and stood with his feet perhaps three feet apart
and raised his hands over his head.
	I saw that there was a short length of chain suspended from an I-bolt in the
rafter above Bill’s head, to which Peggy promptly attached his wrists.
	Kneeling down, she fastened each of his ankles to bolts which had been put
into the floor and stood back up.
	Walking over to a card-table at the side of the room, she picked up a regular
ping-pong paddle from among the items there and returned to Bill’s side. 
Turning to me, she continued with her instruction.
	"Remember, Gloria, you must mix the pleasure and the pain.  The pain and the
pleasure.  Until the two become one in the mind of Dave, and he learns to crave
both of them together.  Watch carefully, Gloria."
	And then, Peggy was paddling Bill’s ass with a vigor that was quickly verified
by his reactions.  Unlike earlier today, when the strokes of the paddle were
more measured, this time the paddle fell with a chilling rapidity.
	No more than three to four seconds could have passed between the strokes and
Peggy must have delivered thirty or forty swats in the space of no more than
three minutes.
	Although I knew better, I had the sense that I’d held my breath since the
paddling’s beginning.  The sight of my best friend’s husband, suspended from
their basement rafters, his buttocks ablaze from the effects of a ping-pong
paddle, was incredible.
	In the space of a minute, Bill was reduced to tears.  Within another minute,
he was blubbering like a little boy.  Ten strokes later, and he began begging.
	"Please, Peggy, not so hard.  Oh, God, not so fast.  Please, honey, can you
stop for a moment and give me a rest?  Oh, Peggy, I’m sorry."
	Peggy, for her part, was impervious to his entreaties.  Ignoring his pleas,
she continued to swing the paddle as if she were chopping wood.
	As Bill’s piteous crying and begging provided a vocal backdrop to the "smack,
splat, crack" of the paddle’s contact with his inflamed bottom, I was able to
observe the systematic reddening of his punished skin.
	The condition of his buttocks had worsened as the paddle took its toll.  The
skin of both cheeks was bright red as if sunburned and looked as if it would be
hot to the touch.
The paddling stopped as abruptly as it had begun.  Peggy strode to the table,
set down the paddle and picked up a wide, leather strap.
Returning to Bill’s side, she allowed the strap to dangle from her right hand
and reached to his soft penis with her left.  As she began to speak, her left
hand started her teasing massage of his cockhead again.  I could see that his
cock was beginning to harden as Peggy started her crooning.
	"Calm down now, Bill.  You know that we’ve only begun.  Before the night’s
over, that little child’s paddling will seem tame.  You know that, don’t you?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Are you ready for the strap now, honey?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	These words were hardly out of his mouth before Peggy stepped back and let fly
with the strap.  If the paddling had seemed severe, the strap tended to
redefine the word.
	The leather made contact with Bill’s naked rear with a sickening "splat" that
sounded horridly painful.  The evidence of the strapping was left in the form
of double-welts from both edges of the leather punishment instrument.
	Whereas the paddling had been limited to the buttocks, Peggy began to work on
Bill’s hips and thighs with the whipping strap.
	First, the outside of the right thigh.  Then, the inside of the left.  Next,
to the right hip.  Now, high up on the rear of the left thigh.  Then, back to
the buttocks.  On and on, the strap fell with a vengeance on the bruised and
punished flesh beneath its painful tip.
	As with the paddle, Peggy swung the strap with not more than a few seconds
between strokes so that before Bill had recovered from the previous stroke, the
strap was falling again.
	With the paddle, Bill had cried.  He had blubbered; he had shed tears.  With
the strap, he screamed.  "Please, Peggy, it’s too much.  Please, not so hard. 
Please, wait just a minute."
	Peggy worked with a purpose.  Bill’s words fell on deaf ears as she labored
with the leather strap, covering his butt-cheeks, hips, and legs with a
crisscrossing network of welts.
	Again, as with the paddle, she stopped after a few minutes.  As Peggy replaced
the strap to the table, I saw that she returned to Bill’s side with nothing in
her hands.
	Bill continued to cry and writhe about from the effects of his punishment. 
His buttocks and legs were in a constant motion as if he hoped to ease the pain
of his punished flesh.
	Peggy’s left hand again went to his cock as her right hand began stroking the
surface of his inflamed ass.  "Poor baby.  I know that it hurts you terribly. 
But, you know that it will hurt much more before we are through tonight."
	She turned to me as she continued to stroke Bill, speaking to me for the first
time since beginning Bill’s punishment session.
	"Gloria, as I explained before, it is important to condition Dave to associate
pain with pleasure.  As I stroke Bill’s cock, his body is registering pleasure
from my hands.
	"At the same time, his ass is on fire from the first part of his whipping. 
Part of him wants to cum.  Another part knows that the whipping that he’s about
to receive after he gets off will make what he just went through a walk in the
park.
	"The bottom line, though, excuse the pun, is that Bill has been trained to be
obedient.  For that reason, when I instruct him to cum, he will.  Watch this."
	Turning her attention back to her husband, Peggy looked in straight in the eye
and spoke to him softly and seductively.  "I want you to cum for me now, Bill. 
I want you to fill my hands with your cum so that I can feed it to you.  Do you
want to cum now?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"What am I going to do after you cum?"
	"Make me lick you hands clean, ma’am."
	"And, after you have licked your cum from my hands, what will you say?"
	"Please whip my ass until it bleeds, ma’am."
	Peggy’s hands never stopped their continuous stroking of Bill’s cock and
squeezing of his inflamed ass-cheeks as she carried on this bizarre
conversation with him.
	"I want to whip you very, very hard after your orgasm, Bill.  I told you
before that I want to show Gloria how far we have progressed with your training
in the last six months.
	"Do I have your permission to whip you as hard as I want to and to ignore your
pleas for mercy as I do so?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"I want to hear you say it, Bill.  Tell me what you want me to do after you
lick your cum from my hands."
	"Please make me cum and then whip me as hard and as long as you wish to,
ma’am.  If I should beg you for mercy, please promise me that you will ignore
my begging and show no mercy."
	"I promise, Bill.  Now, I want you to cum for me."
	As Peggy continued to massage the head of his cock, it was obvious from the
churning of his hips that his orgasm was close.
	Suddenly, his body tensed and a submissive whimper escaped his lips as his
cock began shooting jets of jism into Peggy’s waiting palm.
	Her hand quickly filling with his ejaculate, she removed her right hand from
his butt and brought it into play at the end of his cock.
	I saw that both of her hands were filled to cupped-palm capacity as she raised
first one and then the other to Bill’s mouth and held them steady as his tongue
laved their contents.
	I was amazed to see that as she placed her hands at his lips, he didn’t stall
or take his time.  He behaved like he was starving and that the cum was
life-sustaining as he hastened to lick and suck the contents of each hand until
they were clean.
	Turning to me as she walked over to the table, Peggy spoke.
	"You should commence with the punishment whipping as soon as possible after
Dave’s ejaculation to maximize the pain.
	"Because of the severity of the whipping, I’ll be using a ball gag.  The sound
of his screams would be distracting and I want him to know that not only will I
ignore his please, I won’t even hear them through his gag."
	Standing next to Bill, Peggy looked into his eyes and said, simply, "Bill?".
	Immediately, his response could be heard.  "Please, ma’am, whip my ass until
it bleeds.  Please show no mercy…"
	At this, his voice broke and he began crying before she had even started his
caning.  Jesus.  I guessed that he had a pretty good idea of the pain that was
soon to come!
	"…and whip me as hard and as long as you wish to."
	Peggy didn’t even reply to Bill as she fastened the gag into place around the
back of his head.  As I watched Peggy buckle the gag in place, I looked at
Bill’s ass and legs and was almost sympathetic to his plight.
	The skin from his waist to his knees was varying shades of red.  Across this
background of red was a mosaic of welts that had begun to swell in the
aftermath of his paddling and strapping.
	I imagined that a light spanking on that already punished flesh would be
terribly painful.  As I waited for Peggy to continue with his correction, I
guessed that a light spanking was not what she had in mind for him.
	Gag fastened in place, Peggy returned to the table and picked up what appeared
to be the end of a can fishing pole.  "It’s what it looks like - the end of a
can fishing pole.  I’ve found for shear sting and cutting action there is
nothing better.
	"When Bill’s at work tomorrow during the day, he will remember tonight each
time that he shifts in his chair. Watch, you’ll see what I mean."
	Taking a position perhaps three feet to the side of Bill’s nude body, Peggy
extended her arm and merely touched the business end of the can to his
quivering cheeks.
	I say that his cheeks were quivering.  It would be more accurate to say that
his entire body was quivering.  From waist to ankles Bill was shivering as if
he would caught with a terrible chill.
	It was obvious that Bill had been in this position before and knew full well
what to expect.  Also obvious was the fact that what he expected was causing
him great distress.  Before Peggy had even started the caning!
	The cane was maybe three feet long.  After Peggy had touched it to Bill’s
butt, she made several whipping motions with it in the air behind him.
	The sound of the cane whistling through the air behind him caused a visible
response from Bill as his shaking increased.  As Peggy made these practice
swings, I could see that the can was very flexible and I imagined that it would
sting terribly.
	Finally, she began.  Where the paddle and the strap had been delivered in a
rush, the cane fell with perhaps thirty seconds between strokes.  Each stroke
left a hellish welt and most broke the skin with little beads of blood along
the length of the welt.
	Bill’s groans and cries under the gag were almost animal-like.  After
half-a-dozen strokes of the cane, Peggy stopped the whipping and walked to his
side.
	Even though the swing of the cane had ceased, Bill continued to squirm about
within the confines of his bindings and whimper beneath his gag.
	As Peggy stood next to him, she reached down to his flaccid penis and fondled
it.  As she massaged his genitals, she crooned to him.  "Does it hurt awfully,
Bill?  I hope so.  I want you to fear me.  Without the pain you would probably
get yourself into so much more trouble.
	"With the pain, you know that you must be obedient and all will be well.  Are
you embarrassed by Gloria watching?  Maybe some day, she will have Dave in your
place and I will be able to hear him cry and see the welts spring up on the
skin of his buttocks.
	"Gloria doubts that Dave will be willing to go along with this program.  But
you know better.  You know how horny a man is and to what lengths he will go in
order to have the sexual relief that he craves.
	"Now, for instance, your cock is hardening as I speak.  You know that your
caning has just begun and that, momentarily, I will resume.
	"You know how very much it will hurt your ass and thighs but you still get
excited.  I guess that is why people say that men think with their dicks?  Do
you think?"
	While Peggy spoke, I was able to gather my thoughts somewhat.  Without the
sounds of the paddle, strap, and cane connecting with bare flesh, and the
resultant crying and carrying on that these evinced in Bill, I was able to
think.
	In a word, I was hornier than a snake.  While Peggy had been whipping Bill, I
had felt like a voyeur.  I had never been keen on X-rated movies and such, but
the witnessing of his correction had been like an aphrodisiac.
	The thought of having Dave in the same position that Bill now occupied, was
more than a little appealing.  The thought of having Dave as my personal sexual
servant was a turn-on beyond my experience.
	Bill, for his part, was becoming more aroused.  Peggy had managed to bring his
cock to a full erection and I wondered if she was going to take him to
completion again before continuing with the cane.
	I found myself hoping that she would make him cum again before she continued. 
When I questioned my feelings, I was a bit shocked to realize that I wanted the
cane to hurt more.
	I didn’t begin to understand this.  I had no ill feelings towards Bill and had
never felt any animus towards him before.  Why, then, did I want the can to
hurt more?
	Never having faced such issues before tonight, I was unprepared for the
feelings that his subjugation and humiliation had wrought in me.  My musings
were cut short when I heard my friend speak.
	"Should I make you cum again before I continue, Bill?  I just might do so
before I finish with your caning.  It depends, partly, on how well you comport
yourself during the remainder of your punishment.
	"I want you to make me proud of you.  Try to steel yourself against the pain
of the cane’s kiss.  Try not to be such a wimp.  Time to start again, now."
	As Peggy released his penis from her grasp and stepped back into her whipping
position, it bobbed straight up with a pearl of semen at its "eye".
	I was positively shocked to think that I would like to take Bill’s cock into
my mouth and make him cum.  I had never entertained the slightest licentious
thought with regard to Bill and certainly would never have thought that I would
fantasize giving him head!
	My thoughts came to a screeching halt when I heard the sound of the cane
slicing through the air and connecting with ass-flesh.
	The skin of Bill’s buttocks contracted in response to the muscles beneath that
sought to ease the pain of the caning by spasming.
	Peggy had only given Bill maybe eight or ten cuts with the cane at this point
and I wondered how long the punishment would continue.  I wished, although I
could not understand the thought at the time, that the gag were not in place.
Instead, I wished that I could hear Bill cry and beg for mercy.  Beg for mercy,
so that Peggy could deny it.
	As Peggy had resumed his whipping, Bill had reacted by losing his erection
within two strokes.  By five strokes, his dick was as limp as a dishrag and it
was obvious that pleasure was not his guiding emotion at this point.
	Suddenly, Peggy started swinging the cane with the same rapidity that she had
used with the paddle and the strap.  With not more than a few seconds between
strokes, she delivered perhaps a dozen cuts in quick succession.
	During this volley, Bill seemingly tried to break from his bonds.  His wrists
pulled against the straps confining them and the chains above his head rattled
with his futile attempts.
	When Peggy aimed the cane at his vulnerable inner thighs, he seemed to try to
bring his legs together in a futile attempt to avoid the punishment of this
obviously sensitive area of flesh.  The straps around each ankle, of course,
prevented any such defense on his part.
	Although Bill’s ass was the reddest part of his body - a result of the paddle
and strap having been applied prior to the cane - the blows to his inner thighs
seemed to be causing him the most distress.
	The cane’s cutting action that Peggy had spoken of was now evident in the
state of his legs.  Where the cane had made contact, welts had instantly sprung
up with big lumps at the end of each welt where the end of the cane had made
its contact with the skin.
	Most of these lumps were spotted with blood and the lines of the welts showed
beads of blood here and there along their lengths.
	After this volley of cuts, Peggy again approached the hanging, nude body that
she had been working on for what seemed like hours but was probably less than a
half-hour.
	As before, when she reached his body, she grasped his cock in her left hand
and resumed her teasing massage.  This time, though, she dropped the cane on
the floor at her feet while she caressed her hurting husband.
	Continuing her genital massage with her left hand, Peggy reached down and
began fondling the backs of his legs and buttocks with her right hand.
	"Oh, my, Bill.  I think that your ass must be hotter than I’ve ever felt it. 
It must feel like it’s on fire, I bet.  We’re almost done with your caning now
and in a moment I’ll finish you up.  I’m going to give you another dozen, all
of them across both cheeks of your ass."
	When Peggy said this, I could hear Bill moan beneath his gag and there was no
mistaking the supplication implicit in the tone.  I had never considered how
much could be communicated with a gag in one’s mouth.  That moan had spoken
volumes!
	"I told you not to be a wimp, Bill.  That little moan will cost you an extra
six strokes with the cane.  Would you like to try for six more after those? 
What’s wrong, Bill?  Why don’t I hear another moan?  Perhaps because you know
that you babyish begging will only buy you more punishment?
	"Of course it is.  So, knowing how I would react to your pathetic moaning, why
did you make the first sound?  Do you maybe like this?"
	During this fusillade of questions, Bill was totally silent.  He evidently
know that Peggy was asked her questions rhetorically and was not expecting a
response from him.
	Not that, with a gag in his mouth, he was in any position to articulate his
feelings on the matter.  Quite the contrary.  It seemed that she was merely
demonstrating the power of her whip-hand over his will.
	She knew, no doubt, that he would love to answer her.  But, she also knew the
fear that he had of her.  The fear of her caused by the reality that he was
helpless in his bondage and powerless to resist her further torment of his
hanging, nude body.
	Amazingly, in spite of the impending caning that he knew was to come to his
already punished flesh, Bill again started thrusting his hips forward in
response to the ceaselessly teasing hands of his wife.
	His cock again hard, I imagined how close he must be to a second orgasm and
how much he would regret it if he lost control and was made to endure these
last eighteen - God! - cuts after further draining of his lust.
	Mercifully, Peggy let go of his cock before he lost his seed in her hand. 
Bringing her left hand around to his ass to join her other hand, she began a
vigorous kneading of his buttocks with both hands.
	The squeezing and hard massaging of his buttocks was obviously quite painful
after all that his ass had been put through in the last hour, but Bill remained
stoic - and silent - throughout this part of his ordeal.  He presumably
realized that Peggy would only add to his tally if he reacted unsatisfactorily.
	As she suddenly released his ass-cheeks, Peggy stooped down and retrieved the
cane from the floor at her feet, stepping back again into her whipping
position.  "Say your prayers, Bill.  This is going to hurt you a whole lot more
than it hurts me!"
	The next dozen cuts were delivered, again, to both buttocks and Bill, again,
lost his erection immediately.  In addition to the loss of tumidity, Bill began
to bawl again in that little-boy way that I had heard earlier.
	Although the gag was firmly in place and it would have been impossible for
Bill to articulate himself in a coherent fashion, there was no mistaking the
sounds issuing from beneath the gag as the cane fell.
	The dozen promised cuts delivered, I remembered the decreed extra six cuts and
knew that the whipping wasn’t yet over.  "Well, Bill.  The whipping would be
over now if you had conducted yourself a bit more manfully during its
execution.  
"Remember the extra six?  Of course you do.  Remember how we deliver extra
punishment cuts?  I’m sure that you do."
Peggy swung the cane harder than any previous cut, this time across the back of
Bill’s right thigh.  Before he could recover from this undoubtedly excruciating
stroke, she returned the cane to the inside of the same thigh.
Quickly stepping to his opposite side, she swung the cane in a vicious arc to
the back of his left thigh and then to the inside of the same thigh.  Walking
around to the front of his body, Peggy looked Bill in his tear-filled eyes.
"Look at me, Bill.  Don’t you dare stop looking me in the eyes, Bill."  
Without even needing to look in the direction of her aim, Peggy suddenly swung
the cane at the front of his thighs.  I thought, at first, that she was going
to whip his penis and wondered if that wouldn’t injure such a sensitive and
vulnerable spot.
I was somewhat relieved to see that she was merely applying the last two cuts
to the fronts of his thighs.  Swinging the cane one last time at his other
thigh, Peggy let it drop to the floor at her feet and stepped forward
immediately in front of Bill, not more than a foot away from his hanging nude
body.
Looking over at me with a smile, Peggy "commanded", "Gloria, come over here.".
Later, after I had gone home, I would wonder why I had so instantly obeyed her
instructions.  Then, and later on in the evening.  For now, I merely sprang
from my seated position and joined her next to the nude and punished body of
her husband.
Looking at Peggy with a questioning look on my face, I waited for her to speak.
"Gloria, if you want to go home now, that is all right with me and I’ll
understand.  Please don’t feel that you must stay and longer.  On the other
hand, if you would be willing to help me out a bit, I’d appreciate it."
"What do you want?  I want to help you."
"Walk around here, in front of Bill, where he can see you without turning his
head.
"Now, remove all of your clothing, slowly.  I want to see what kind of reaction
that it gets from my dear husband.  Bill, I order you not to get hard.  If you
are able to follow my order, I’ll not be whipping you any more tonight.
"If you fail in this test, I’ll be whipping you later tonight so hard that
you’ll take your meals standing up for the next two weeks.  Do you understand?"
End of Part II, Welts, Female Dom

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