Her hand clutched the hem of her skirt where it swung back from the point of her knee. She swallowed and turned towards Conrad, away from the bright w...indows. "Yes," she said. "That will do it. That will make it... make me stop. One last time, right here." She pulled the hem of her skirt up, slowly, along the side of her thigh, her eyes locked with Conrad's. She spread her knees apart, just a little, just enough, and her hand disappeared under the skirt."That's it," said Conrad. "Show me you. She hit him harder, 2, 3, 4 times, Dayna whispered in her ear "you hate him, he's a symbol of the father who raped you", this spurred Jo on and she started to lash George with greater ferocity, soon is buttocks were red raw and blood was running down his legs, looking down Dayna saw that blood was pouring out of his cock as well, which was engorged from the punishment.Dayna grabbed Jo's arm to stop her, "I think that's enough for now, let him cool down and we'll move to the next step."Jo moved. As I came up to the seat he looked up and asked me for the time. I looked at my watch and obliged his request. I reckoned he was in his 50's, typical of that age group in appearance and dress. As he thanked me he opened his legs, put one hand in his crutch and started to rub himself. I could not take my eyes away from the bulge that was swelling and pushing his trousers out. “Come with me” - it was an instruction, not an invitation. I nodded and we walked side by side into the nearby. She looked me in the eyes and said now I am going to have some fun and went to sit on a stool between my legs.She looked me in the eyes ad smiled saying I have been waiting to do this to you for a long time as she put a leather glove on her left hand and grasped my hard shaft tight so my circumcised grand bulged. With her right hand she picked up a small flogger and started to whip my bulging gland.The pain was instant and I cried out please mistress stop. She stopped and looked me in the eyes.