My gaping hole on full display for anyone to see. After a full twenty seconds the queen calls out “again”. He grabs the grab handles also for leverage and forces himself into her over and over. I pull out and walk to stand in front of her. My eyes tear up as I bring the flogger down over my battered wife. Standing up and tying his pants, he too moves back toward his door. Emotionless, his cock pounds her pussy as if it is his duty to fulfill. It was all innocent enough and basically a misunderstanding but after Queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to make an example of my darling wife. Again, the leather crashes over her swollen breasts and finally “twelve, my queen” reverberates around the room. The only time I had ever been within the castle grounds was for banquets or similar royal celebrations. My queen to my dismay orders “Two more for good measure, I want to see his face.” While looking at her, I feel the lash come down again and I wince and cry out for it was the hardest yet.
