Goddesses Jill and Belinda each select a heavy, perforated wooden paddle. The other two choose classic cat o’ nine tail floggers. Breathing heavily already, their prominent n*****s betraying their arousal, they return to take up position next to me, two deities on each side.
“Ready girls?” asks my Goddess, and the other three respond with sounds of eager affirmation. “Then let’s go: two by two in synchronous rhythm, like always.”
At that two paddles suddenly whistle through the air and smack my ass from either side. Each strikes its chosen cheek with a sound like a gunshot and an incredible infusion of agony. Then while my tortured cry is just being choked off by the plastic c**k probing my throat, the other two Goddesses lash their flails down onto my upper and lower back.
This is inc
