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paddle that appeared to be made of some sort of plastic material. Daniel could hear the difference in the density and size of the chosen instrument whenever it connected with her poor flesh, splatting loudly against it and nearly lifting her up with every God awful stroke.

At last he seemed to be done. "Come over here, Daniel."

Slowly, he complied.

Their eyes met again as they stood in front of her ravaged behind. "Check her. See for yourself whether or not she enjoys this."

The older man knew that Raina hadn't been touched intimately since that huge dildo was pushed up into her, and he had to admit to a considerable amount of curiosity about it. So he took the offer, easily reaching down to unhook the dildo from the harness and remove it. It was glistening with something, and he knew it hadn't been lubed up like the plug that was mere inches away from his head. As gently as he could, he pressed his fingers up inside her, only to have them literally drenched with her juices.

He handed the dildo to his friend and moved back to his spot quietly, still not convinced, but then, that wasn't necessary anyway. He knew he'd have to mull over his part in this scene later, much later, after he'd been able to come to his own guiltily pleasurable explosion.

For Raina, though, it wasn't over. Her merciless husband jammed the dildo back up inside her and continued to paddle her for several long, agonizing minutes that nearly had Daniel wanting to catch his arm as he swung it back each time to lay a full on blow to her helpless buttocks.

Finally, he stopped, going around to the front of the table and mopping her face in a strangely tender manner, then coming back to remove the dildo, at least, and free her legs from the bar that held them apart. Since her hands were together as they reached for the far end of the table, all he had to do from that point was flip her over and reposition that pillow beneath her hips.

He had to cringe, though, when he thought of that poor girl having to lie on that swollen red bottom.

"Daniel, would you get another pillow and put it under her head?"

The request startled him, somehow, but he located and found another pillow on the couch and brought it to his friend. "Under her head, man. And why don't you stay there. I'm about to turn the tables, and Raina knows that if she doesn't come on my command that I'll flip her over and give her double what she just got. Right, Raina?"

The poor woman was still trying to deal with what he'd already delivered to her, but she answered as promptly as she could. "Yes, Sir."

Daniel knew he should give her her dignity and go back to the shadows, but he wasn't a strong enough man to do so. He stood where he was as if rooted there, and he was. He was completely involved in what he was seeing, despite the fact that he didn't necessarily want to be.

He watched as his friend again arranged this woman - this powerful, intelligent, accomplished woman - like a doll, forcing her legs well back and looping strips of what looked like fur behind her knees, then tying them back so that her knees were almost at her shoulder level, which of course left her lower parts completely wrenched open and apart.

Daniel had to wonder what that felt like to her, especially when that big plug was still anchored deep within her.

"There."

Her owner donned rubber gloves expertly, then lubed his left hand up and, after showing him - and Raina by default - the way he formed his fingers into a cone, he inserted his hand into his bound wife as far as it could go, until she began to try to avoid the invasion, and then a little further.

"I can't quite fist her yet, but we're working on it. Raina likes to be stretched in both places when she comes, don't you, Raina."

Not crying any more, but wearing a permanent, blotchy blush, she gave her pat answer.

"No. Repeat what I said, Raina. Turn your head and meet his eyes when you tell Daniel what you like."

Biting her lip, she did as she was told. Daniel could no more look away from her than he could from the entire scene. "I like to be stretched in both places when I come, Sir."

"What places? Tell him specifically." The warning in his voice was more than enough for her.

"I - I like to be stretched in my bottom and my pussy when I come, Sir."

"Good girl. Raina also has another hard and fast rule about her pleasure. Tell Daniel what it is."

Raina swallowed, and answered, still looking Daniel in the eye, " I am never to come without my Master's permission."

"Damn straight. Sometimes I give her a terrible case of blue balls, don't I?" He smiled wryly, "or whatever the female equivalent is. Sometimes I tease and play with her and don't allow her to release all of that pent up frustration at all."

"How long?" Daniel couldn't help but ask.

As he fucked his wife almost absently with his left hand, his friend answered, "The longest was five days, I believe. But I can't tell you definitively until I can get to my records."

Now that sounded like the man he knew, who was almost Nazi-ish in his pursuit of perfect record keeping.

The fingers of his right hand were then dipped into a pot of something that looked slick and transparent, then lay directly atop Raina's pubic area. She was at least as loud in pleasure as she was in pain, and it was then that he realized that, throughout the entire time that he had been watching this very intimate exchange between the two of them, Raina had never once - except when commanded to do so - said a word, even in protest. Screams, cries,