Sylvia walked over to the closet and came back with the leather whip. It had a short handle, and nine strips of knotted leather reached out about four feet.

"Here you are," she whispered, and she gave it to Patrick.

"So you finger-fucked yourself to a porno movie," he said softly, running the thongs of the whip through his fingers.

"Yes, sir," said Sylvia, spreading her legs and lifting the hem of her skirt until it was clear of the stocking tops. "I watched one about a girl getting raped by four men, sir. Oooohh, the things they made her do, sir."

Her fingers were inside her panties, rubbing the slick damp flesh of her pussy.

"I see," said Patrick, watching as his wife worked her cunt back, up into a frenzy. "And how many times did you come?" He flicked the whip threateningly through the air.

"Oh, I don't know, sir. Lots of times, everytime she came when they shot cum all over her face or into her ass, sir."

"Bend over the bed," said Patrick.

Sylvia gasped again and fucked a finger into her pussy before obeying. Their bed was high off the ground, especially for these occasions. The top of the mattress was just at Sylvia's waist and she bent down over it, spreading her arms out on the cover, her face deep in the soft warm down of the comforter. Her breathing was getting ragged again and her pussy started to run as Patrick slowly walked around the bed, looking at her. His hands moved over her ass, and he slowly eased one of his fingers into the crotch of her panties, still covered by her schoolgirl skirt. With the command of a true master, he slowly fucked his finger into her cunt, making her body roll and twitch at the sensations.