No. She takes her punishment.

"Begin counting." Joe was holding the leather belt now. He placed his left hand on the small of her back, steadying his balance, and perfecting his aim.

"One, MASTER!" The only sound after that was the swishing air, followed by the loud thwack! Andrea had braced herself for the stinging sensation. She was somewhat prepared, knowing the pain that would ensue, well in advance of its arrival. Two through ten came rather quickly, as Andrea flinched with every smack. Even though the pain was excruciating, Andrea felt as if it were easier to hold back the tears. However, looking into Janie's eyes, Andrea noticed something unique. Even though Janie sat motionless and speechless, the look in her eyes was hypnotizing. Andrea counted out eleven through twenty, and realized she had never taken her eyes off Janie. The two were becoming connected, and Janie began flinching every time Andrea winced from smacks twenty-one through thirty. Andrea wasn't crying, but tears were flowing down her cheeks. She tasted the salty liquid as it trailed across her lips.

Joe stopped the beatings, in order to caress the raw flesh. "Janie," he called out, breaking her from the eye contact with Andrea. "Pay special attention to her nipples as I continue to punish her. Even though this may appear painful, Andrea truly enjoys this. Don't you slut?" Joe jammed his thumb into Andrea's pussy, already swollen from the heat and friction, causing her to lurch forward. She was only inches from Janie's face as she groaned her agreement.

Janie couldn't help but do as directed, and noticed that indeed, Andrea's nipples hung down, full, red, and swollen to the size of large pencil erasers. She didn't know why she looked, she just did. Joe did tell her, but that wasn't why, she just did. Now she couldn't take her eyes off Andrea's nipples, dangling inches above the tabletop.

Joe knew the effect he was having on Janie. It was going exactly as planned. He knew she was hooked, when she remained glued to her seat. Whether, Janie knew it or not, she was obeying every command Joe gave her. Little by little, Joe was determined to pull Janie into his private world of fun and games. Joe found it hard to concentrate, now that his dick was getting hard. Joe thumb-fucked Andrea till her pussy loosened up, and she began meeting his strokes, seeking much denied relief. "Thwack!" The sound filled the room as the belt struck the fragile skin. Joe reversed the belt, and the raw, rough leather, scraped across her pores. This time, Andrea cried out in pain, trying to remember what the count was. Andrea heaved with every stroke through forty, when Joe took another break.

Andrea, totally defiled, continued staring at Janie, wondering what she was thinking. Janie let her eyes wander over Andrea's wildly tossed hair, her tear-streaked face, her dangling orbs of taut flesh, and her distended nipples. Janie even caught herself straining to look between the crevice in her chest, trying to focus on her pussy as it humped forward every time she was smacked. Janie began to feel the wetness pooling between her legs, along with a growing sense of urgency to seek relief. However, to Janie's dismay, she still felt as if she couldn't leave. She wanted to masturbate so badly! She needed to get off! She needed to release, NOW!

Joe scrubbed Andrea's raw ass with the belt as if it were sandpaper. Andrea lurched every time the pain was too intense. Each time, she would come within inches of Janie's face, only to pull back, before bumping into her. Ten more hits with the belt, ensued, and Joe noticed Janie's discomfort. It was now or never for Joe, so he pushed forward. He jammed his thumb into Andrea's pussy again, this time causing her eyes to roll back, and a deep low moan to escape from her lips. Janie moaned at the same time! "Go ahead, Janie. Let loose. Take her!" Janie needed no further encouragement. She forcefully grabbed Andrea's ears and pulled her face to her own. Janie wasted no time in subtleties, and thrust her tongue deep into Andrea's mouth, battling to find the tunnel in her throat.

Joe prided himself on driving Janie over the edge. His next objective was to get her naked!