She yelled, her body going crazy under the beating, her ass thrusting up and down, reaching unashamedly for each downward beat of the knotted leather. Her ass cheeks got steadily redder as Patrick thrashed her again and the pain shot all over her body, mingling with the excitement of her rising come, pain and pleasure mixing, the orgasms building to an incredible climax.

But the bastard wasn't going to let her have her orgasm yet. Patrick knew her perfectly. He watched as her ass circled in the air and she begged for more, begged to be punished for being such a bad girl. Then, as he should have given her another hard whipping, he held his hand, watching as her body tensed for the stroke, then trembled when it didn't come.

"Oh, please!" she yelled. "Please, I'm going to come, please, whip me, please, please, please!"

Patrick walked to the head of the bed and moved over onto the mattress and sat between his wife's bound arms. She whimpered and cried, her body held just short of the great climax she wanted so much.

"You told me to whip you until my cock was hard again," said Patrick. He yanked her head up by the hair again and rammed her mouth onto his prick. "Do you think it's hard enough yet?"

His prick was as hard as it had been the moment it shot the first cum-load into her mouth. Sylvia rolled her lips round the huge cock shaft, sank it deep into her throat. He pulled her head back up.

"Oh, no, sir," she gasped. "No, it's not hard enough yet, sir. It's all my fault. You must whip me again, please, sir, whip me again." She groaned and tried to suck his cock again, but he held her head away from it, "Please, sir, please. I'll do anything, anything."

Satisfied, Patrick got back off the bed and Sylvia gasped with, new lust as she heard the whip sing through the air and crash onto her ass again. She sobbed, her face in the bed, her ass longing for the new pain he had promised her.