Abeline was whispering in his ear while I was fastening his wrists to the spanking bench. I like my playthings bent over, bare bottoms raised, legs spread and immobile. I could only imagine the things Abeline was whispering to him. You pathetic little boy, you silly piece of meat, you filthy slut. After crouching to double check his ankle cuffs, I stood slowly, letting my fingertips trace the line of Abeline's delicous derriere."Now, slut," I told him, "I think you are ready for her."
Abeline smiled to me from behind her lustruous red curls and began to tap her fingers on his ready ass. From where I stood akimbo by his bound hands, I could see his body quiver in anticipation. He emitted a little yelp of surprise when her first blow landed on his bare flesh.
"Tell her how much you love it," I commanded.
Again Abeline smacked his ass with her palm. I leaned over so that my hair brushed his shoulder and slid my hands around him so that I could sink my fingernails into his nipples. Then I twisted. He whimpered loudly as Abeline cracked him harder.
"Darling, why don't you get the crop?" I said to her.
She handed me the riding crop, pausing to kiss me softly. I began to punish him soundly with my crop as Abeline grabbed him by the hair to whisper again in his ear. She looked up at me, that wicked glint in her eyes. She had her grand designs for his pathetic, shivering flesh.
