The size of the instrument alarmed Kathleen who struggled and bucked against the men who held her down to slide the destructive tool into her butthole. As it breached her entrance, she felt her anal muscle give away and let out a shrill scream.
“When I give an order, you leap to obey,” Mr. Benson said, hitting her between her folds with the edge of the paddle.
“Argh!” Kathleen screams. She tries to shut her legs, but her thighs were firmly held apart by the two bodyguards.
“It was supposed to be twenty strokes, but now it’s fifty because of your disobedience,” he said, hitting the paddle on the palm of his hand, “you would count for me. Understood?” he said, tearing the duct tape away from her lips.
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