I sat back to survey my surroundings. I debated taking a swim, but decided that a sunburn might interfere with the task at hand. After the spanking bench was turned so that the slave was staring straight out at the crowd, the two security men left the platform. “You look pretty good for a dead man,” he said as I sat down. “Or maybe I should say we found a ground stake.”
He looked at slave cutie-pie who was starting to breathe hard and was looking like she was close to panicking. “You either say your safeword or you beg me to fuck you in the ass.”
She looked up at him defiantly and he again began swinging the paddle. Mastress Barbette was a cross-dressing transvestite Master whose secret fetish was not discovered until he was elevated from the Shadow Council to the Inner Circle.
