Even while working over his slave's voluptuos, freshly-whipped body, Doug's mind kept thinking about Ms. Cockrill. He was sure there was more to her than merely being the real estate person. And when her lovely British accent knifed through the air with an announcement that she'd be down in ten minutes, something stirred in the dominant man's manhood.

He needed to take advantage of these last minutes alone with his long-haired submissive. louise's bottom had lost some of its color from this morning's over-the-lap spanking, he noted, although the clear, red marks from the recent whipping were still evident across her alabaster behind.

Instantly he knew what to do. Removing a long, oblong-shaped leather paddle from its hook, he tapped the smooth, black instrument against her waiting, vulnerable backside. Instantly the bent-over, locked-in beauty began to wriggle her butt cheeks, involuntarily...or maybe voluntarily, knowing what a pain-slut she is.

Doug wasn't about to disappoint her. A quick, hard smack right in the center of her thrusted-out derriere produced a muffled sigh into her cock-gag. In rapid succession, the shirtless man whacked her hard; up, down, left, right and across. More yelps. She was also squeezing her rear muscles trying desperately not to drop the butt plug. He could just let her drop it, as an excuse to punish her, but he decided not to be so cruel, and slowly eased the buried bulbous object from her anus. Her spanking continued however, with her ever reddening hind cheeks getting warmer by the second. He wanted louise's bottom to have a nice shiny glow by the time Liz reappeared.