"In a rush, I ran to our room and found our, toy box. Quickly I located our cuffs and blindfold that we had hidden beside our bed. I ran back down the... long hallway and turned the corner to the living room, where she was already waiting, bare. Her legs open, showing me her smooth slit, with an almost pulsating clit.Our couch was actually a futon, so it had bars running in all directions. Making her raise her hands, I had put cuffs on in a way that her palms would be stuck on the back of her. Doug laughed as he watched the soldiers run toward the rest of the column.About 10 minutes after the soldiers disappeared, another group of soldiers appeared, but these were armed with warclubs and shields. They seemed to be led by a man in a fancy headdress of feathers, so Doug stood up and walked toward him. The officer(?) shouted for Doug to halt, using the trade language. Doug did, and he was surrounded by the soldiers, with the officer standing well out of reach. The officer ordered Doug. ” Suddenly, she realized what she was hearing. It was not the radio, it was her! It was a recording of her reading the essay she had written about the charity fundraiser. Looking over Bill’s shoulder at the computer made things worse. John was watching a slide show of her sucking dicks, fucking, being fucked in the ass, being spanked and flogged and even one of her eating Dawn’s pussy! Susan felt sick as the realization of what was going on hit her like a lightning bolt. She fell to her knees. “Ten, and not a stroke less for your mindless indulgence.”“Fine,” she conceded through clenched teeth. “Ten each. Five thousand strikes. Forty each day. That is… one hundred and twenty… twenty-five days.” She gulped. Still a long time.“Each unsanctioned orgasm you experience from now on, either during the spanking or in unsupervised moments, will result in thirty additional strikes,” Charles added.“During…?” Ada bit her lip and shook her head, disbelieving.Her husband chuckled again. “You will.