Ignoring her pleas, Jeremy swung the birch again. The onlookers watched fascinated as the birch descended again and left its painful path across her b...um. However, the eyes watched not only the swing of the birch, they took in the swing of Jeremy’s prick. It was not fully hard but was semi erect and moved sensuously as his body moved to deliver each birch stroke. He brought the birch down for the third stroke, hardly hearing Shelly’s cries and pleading. His eyes saw Jim and with his wife on his. Right off the bat he started crying. She came in and asked what I did to him, I just stood there, twenty feet away from him with my hands in the air. I don't do or say anything to him I said. I told her to go up front and let me find out what happened. She walks out and I shut the door. He started crying again, I told him what ever it was, it can't be that bad. After he calmed down some he told me what he and Danny ( not his name) did. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. It turns out. The punishment meter read twelve and the announcer exclaimed, "Oh, that is outside the specified range. Slave 142 can have only two of the five outside the range or she goes to the end of the line."It was not apparent whether the slave could hear the announcer or not, but she delivered four more swats with the paddle with a measured pace. The meter read 9 for each of them. "A nice recovery," came the voice from the speakers. "All within range and all within time. Our increment for tonight. " I said."Yeah, that is true enough. So what's the thrill?" The Brit asked."Jim says it's designer drugs. Something nobody else has. If I ever got into large production, it would be about two hundred dollars a bottle." I said."So what would you do then," he asked."Make something else I suppose." I suggested."Do you have a new barrel of mash working?" he asked."Not really I have and old batch of mash working. Bosco told me how to sustain the brew, so I'm giving it a try." I said."How do you do.