It was the third time when our bubble burst. Though she did not care what her voyeuristic friend would think and speak of her, I understood that her w...all was now stronger. When she pushed my head down while I kissed her tattoo, I felt what this meant for her. More than the desire, it was her ‘Need’ to defy her boyfriend, her friends and (perhaps) family that were pushing her to me. There was no want at all, no feelings; just the need to defy. All was materialistic, a boost for the ego.She. Each bite, each hit thrills through my body and sends electricity to my throbbing clit. Hanging in the ropes i writhe, my hips buck, i prompt my tits to offer to the whip as i rapidly near to a point of climax. The room is filled of the scent of my cunt in heat. Each time i push my mound towards You i feel my swollen lips stroke each other, smeared by my running juices. Undoubtedly i drip on the floor. When punished, i know that it is strictly forbidden for me to beg, to beg for mercy, to beg. I was pressing down on the top of Jenny’s mound and working the lower abdomen muscles when I noticed that Kat was giving Jenny a shoulder massage and moving down to the top of her breasts and pinching her nipples.Jenny had her eyes tightly closed and was moaning quietly while this was going on. I caught Kat looking at me and I smiled and gave her a nod. She gave me a huge smile back and enveloped my daughters breasts in both of her hands kneading them and making Jenny shudder and have a small. Carol's face had that air of resignation as she left the room and went upstairs re-appearing a couple of minutes later with a thickish looking leather strap. It looked about two foot long and about two to three inches wide and maybe half an inch thick. One end it seemed was split in the middle the other end had a wooden handle presumably to grip it by. I looked on a little dumbfounded as to what was happening.“Well young lady you will receive twelve strokes of the strap, and you young man as.