“Yes, Master.”
He lowered me down until my toes made firm contact with the floor.
“You lied twice so I will whip the back of you for the first lie and the front for the second. After that I will punish you for attempting to escape. Is that fair, muschi?”
“Yes, Master,” I answered, as my head hung on my chest avoiding eye contact with him. As I looked down across my flat stomach, I could still see my pecker. It was still somewhat enlarged with desire.
He slowly walked around behind me. He ran his hand across my back. It startled me. His hand went lower and rubbed the globes of my ass. Then he stepped back. The whip came around with unbelievable force and slammed across my shoulder blades. Each of the whip’s tails had spread out and left deep red lines in my skin. I jumped from the shock
