Felicity struggled awkwardly to her feet, but managed it with only a small stumble. Simon pressed himself up against her back and wrapped an arm aroun...d her waist. “Your master says you’re proud of your grace and poise. Climbing those stairs should be no challenge for you, even in your current state. Did he lie?”“My master doesn’t lie, sir. Only ... will sir walk behind me to catch me if I should stumble?” Felicity asked.Simon looked down at the bag of toys Blake had left. “Wait here and don’t. Eleanor was in the same state, unable to move. She was fixated on his face and eyes, which had completely changed. Before, they showed only hatred and agony; the unstoppable desire to kill, but so much misery that came with it, as if killing was the only way to relieve his pain.Now the hatred and misery were turned inwards. He looked like tears were about to fall from his bloodshot eyes and his face showed more misery and pain than Eleanor thought possible, as if she were looking at someone who. The frantic sex noises were increasing in tempo as all parties seemed to be approaching orgasm.“Come on my face” shouted Steph as a loud thud hit our bedroom floor, which I later found out was Carl jumping off the bed to blast his load in my wife’s face.I listened carefully to hear Steph speak in an almost whispered tone.“I’ve never seen so much spunk. Were you saving it up for me?” she giggled.I heard Carl walk into our en suite bathroom and must have returned with a towel.“Wipe your face babe. She had done no more than gasp at that first stroke and she was quiet after the second as well, head flicking back as the blow landed. How I envied the magistrate seeing the front-on view, breasts jigging as she jerked at the lash.I don’t know if the third stroke was harder, but she gave a startled grunt and glanced back over her shoulder, a look of fury and terror on her face. I’ve heard long discussions about whether a beating hurts more on the back or the buttocks, and I see the arguments.