The water was cold. It cooled my skin, but made the cuts burns. Then my skin was swept over with a cold chill and my goosebumbs followed. The bumbs made everything alive again with pain. The old man spanked my ass with something large and flat. I didn't know it could hurt more because of the water. Tim startled me as he appeared from nowhere to stand directly in front of me. He held a chain of silver in his hands. He grabbed my pussy and pulled me forward. All my weight was again on my arms. He held the end of the chain in front of my face.

"Do you know what this is?" It was a clover clamp, two more clamps hung from the other end.

"Yes."

"Good" He opened it and clamped it directly on my clit. He let me swing back while he held the other end. It tightened. My clit was on fire. He grabbed my right breast and again pulled me towards him. I kept loosing my footing. First he hit my nipple with the clamp, then he opened the clamp and watched squeeze me. He did the same with my other nipple. As I swung away, he held the chain. I screamed in agony.

The old man had stopped my paddling, but brought a lighter and a chair to Tim. The lighter was the longer kind for starting fires or lighting candles. He placed the chair in fron of me and sat. He clicked the lighter on. My eyes followed the flame. He placed it under the clamp on my clit. The metal warmed and then burned. I struggled, but I only succeded in making the clamps tighten. He rotated the flame between the three clamps. The trigger of the lighter meant his hand would not become tired soon. I danced away from the pain only to bring more. I stood still as long as I could and then flinched in pain. Tim laughed.