Try not to Moan

She focused on anything else, rabbits, the history of stamps anything than the pleasure she was feeling for being told how she was a bad girl.

The woman dealing out the punishment began to count down with every number came another lash of the whip. But with every lash Hayley remained silent. Hayley sure hoped that this was the right idea. To take all this punishment on her ass and to fail would be demoralising to say the least.

“1 you have been a bad girl. All done you did not enjoy that did you so you must have learnt your lesson, you may go and take this to remind you of our time here so you will remain a good girl.” The whipping stopped and Hayley was helped up. Another key was attached to her collar.

Her ass was raw red as the zip was pulled up over the rogue skin she winced a little, that was gonna leave a mark.

Two down one more to go.

She hoped that the woman had left her facing the right direction and carried on, could not hear anything ahead of her and the spanking sounds had stopped behind her as well.

Was she going in the right direction?

“Stop right there.”

A stern male voice said Hayley froze in place.

“I see this little slut has two keys all ready how would you like to get the third one?”

Hayley tried to answer she said yes please. But the gag stopped any clear words from coming out.

“What was that, you want to give me a hand job for the key, oh well if you insist.”

Wait what that is not what she said at all.

She shook her head.

“Oh, that is not what you said. You want me to fuck you?”

Wait what no that was worse.

She shook her head again.

Again, she tried to speak no I just want the key.

“A blow job no thanks not really my thing.”

Hayley was about to give up how could she get the message across to this man?