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not hard enough. The second walk round produced results. He gave the underside of her left buttock a swift swipe with his crop. The right globe received the same treatment. He followed up with two light flicks to each calf and one last, soft swipe at her clit. The gasp that issued forth was an aural delight. He knew it hadn't really hurt, but the shock of her clit being hit unsettled her. Good. It was time to fit the last dilator, and for all intents and purposes, to Jenny it would feel like a monster.
    Gurgling insensibly, several minutes later, Jenny bleated in protest against her bit. How big was this thing? She knew one thing for sure: it wasn't going anywhere fast.
    'I think we've been here before,' a voice drawled in her ear, making her jump. 'Relax, or we'll be here all day and I don't know about you, but I have things to do, people to see.'
    Jenny snorted in response. She had people she wanted to see: a nice police constable, her psychiatrist, a hit-man and perhaps even the lovely Katrina. She'd pay handsomely to watch her tormentor suffer for a few days. Scrap that, she'd book the lady for the week.
    'Relax and push out. You know the drill.' Although it just so happened that he was the one doing all the drilling, and he wanted to be doing plenty more.
    There was no point fighting him, so grudgingly she complied. If she remembered correctly his absence would soon be upon them and that could only be a good thing. Feeling the large tube fight to sink inside, not unlike the struggle she often had putting on her favourite pair of jeans, she had to push hard, really hard, but in the end perseverance won and the last dilator was fitted. It was not at all pleasant.
    'Bit uncomfortable?'
    Ooh! Jenny wanted a baseball bat. That would wipe the smug smile off... she could feel the thing slipping! Clutch, clasp, suck inside, quick! Ow, ow, ow. The thing was enormous. Maybe she should just let the thing go and take the inevitable strokes.
    'You let that thing drop before three minutes is up and my crop will find your clit. That's a promise.'
    The oracle had spoken. Groaning, Jenny tightened her hold on the thing, but it did not want to stay put. She was hanging on to it for dear life, but even that didn't seem to have much effect. Squeezing her muscles firmly, she couldn't help thinking about sex. Both pussy and ass contracted at the same time and caused her to notice that one of her holes was woefully empty. Unbelievably she needed another orgasm. Another one? How many had she had so far today? Three? Well, however many it was, she yearned for more. Her body was beginning to enjoy the intense brand of stimulation and it hungered for more of the same. She was beginning to understand that the pain, torment and humiliation simply added spice to the final result. Urrghh! Had she really just thought that? Was she turned on by all this craziness? The answer was a resounding yes, whether she liked it or not, but lost in her train of thought she accidentally relaxed her grip and that was the end of that.
    Mark didn't have to wait long for the last dilator to pop. She'd managed just under three minutes and he was not inclined to be lenient. Wasting no time in meeting out her punishment, he found himself anxious to start the last part of her training. A flick of the crop on her left nipple, one to match on the opposite side and then rinse and repeat on the underside of each breast. He enjoyed the exquisite little mewls of pain that managed to seep from her gagged mouth. The finale was a flick to each side of her labia and then an expert upward swipe to her engorged clit. By his standards it was a gentle swat, but the girl bucked like a mule. Not giving her a single second of recovery time he immediately untied her reins and removed the blindfold. He led her to a corner of the room so she could feast her eyes on the sybian, and even though she was panting heavily she followed meekly and without protest. When he indicated, with nothing more