"Please… please… oohhh… Please…"

"What," he said, coming up close again.

"No more… please… I'll do anything…"

"Will you kiss my whip?"

"Yes… ohh… yes… gladly… I'll do it gladly…"

He was smiling again.

"All right… then let's see you make good on your word… go on… kiss it… kiss it and make it feel better…"

I did just as he asked.

He bent the hot leathery snake once more in his hands and held the bowed part up to my mouth.

I parted my hot lips and began to kiss… to lick it with my tongue and to gently press it with my mouth…

And I knew I was getting to him…

I just knew it…

And he knew the same about me… that he was getting to me… that he was making me crazy…

And both of us were really turned on by it! Really turned on!

"Yes… give it your tongue… that's it… give it lots of your tongue… good… that's good…"

I licked at the whip, and was surprised to find that I actually was enjoying doing it.

I wanted to please him, there was no doubt about that, but I was also very definitely getting off on what it tasted like, knowing full well that this hot lash had taken it's toll on my smooth, creamy skin and had taught me what for!

"That's good… very good…"

He pulled it away from my mouth, and put it aside.

Then he came back up to me.

"Well, have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes…"

"And are you willing to submit to me?"

I didn't know what he was talking about!

What did he mean, submit? I thought it was all over now…

But it wasn't.

And as if to prove to me that it wasn't, he started to put his hands in places that he had no business touching!

Like on my pussy!

Smiling, as if he'd just come from a nice walk in the park, he took his fingers and jammed them up into my pussy… three of them… three fingers cupped and pressed together…