My eyes looked down at my cock and his, and I had no idea how old this man was next to me. All I did know was that my heart was racing like I’d bee...n running and my hand was trembling. Nothing was said and I still imagined that maybe this guy was just about to pee. As he was to my left, he held his cock with his left hand so that I could see it clearly. His thumb and forefinger were gently stroking his cock head, which was by now looking larger and more prominent than when he first stood. Her cheeks were flushed and her fingers looked so white as she held them tightly behind her back. Slowly he walked around her and took in her beautiful female forms. Her ankles were bound symbolically with a thin rope, so she would only be able to take small steps.Her nice round boobs looked inviting to be pinched and squeezed. He grinned, sure this would make her squeal again.He bend down slightly, took a nipple between two fingers and twisted it in a quick screwing motion. And yes, of. Pops didn’t want to give his Mom the lashes. She made him do it. She was too stupid or too lazy or too ornery to do things the way they were supposed to be done. He had to discipline her, to show her the right way to do things. If he didn’t, she’d just go fucking wild. Women needed to be ruled with an iron fist.His Mom had to be all three - stupid, lazy AND ornery – because she fucked up a lot. For example, she couldn’t seem to clean the house the right way. What was his Dad supposed to do when. They, she knows, are creatures of the darkness just as she is. They are hunters, or they are prey. Their approval, their desire, their fear... these things matter less to her than the cowering animal before her. They are nothing more than witnesses to her glory, and her final, incandescent ecstasy...Another lash; a feeble whimper.She snarls at the sound, a bitter anger robbing her of the dark joy of release. How dare he make a sound? He will pay for his disobedience. She raises the whip high,.