His cock was uncircumcised and she could see cum forming at the tip from all his excitement. Her mind flashed back to a former boyfriend. He too used to get very excited, and it used to excite her as well, knowing that she had got him into that state. Those same feelings came back to her now. “Bet you would like to see me without this dress on, wouldn’t you?” she teased as she took hold of his cock again.

He sank down to his knees as she reached for the silk scarf. Standing in front of him, she folded it and placed it over his eyes. “We can’t have you looking while I undress,” she told him as she tied it tightly around his head.

Caroline slipped off her dress and walked up to him after hanging it over a chair. She felt good standing in front of him, in her underwear and with crop in hand. She still had no real idea of what do next. She knew she was going to beat him. She intended using the crop on his fleshy bottom; she was going to leave her mark! But she also wanted to tease and taunt him. Having a man naked, bound and blindfolded and at her mercy excited her in a way she had never experienced before.

Leaning over him, she spoke into his ear “You know I am going to use this crop on you, don’t you?” she said, tapping his thigh with it.

She squatted down in front him and reached for his erection again. It was leaking profusely now. “I bet you wish you could see me, don’t you?”

“I put stockings on especially for the occasion,” she said as she teasingly rubbed her leg against him.

“I think I will take my panties off!” she said to him, giving his cock another squeeze before standing up.

As she stood in front of him, she slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her thighs. She waved them in front of his face, knowing that he could smell her aroused state, before tossing them to where her dress lay. For a few moments she stood directly facing him, enjoying the power she had over him, before stepping forward so that her groin was only inches away from his face. “Why did your wife divorce you?” she asked him.

“Perhaps he could satisfy her with his tongue better than you!” she said as she pushed her groin against his forehead.

“Well, I am going to find out just how good you are,” she said as she rubbed herself against him. “I am going to give you the chance to reduce your punishment from twelve strokes of the crop to six!”

Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled him forwards, closer to the settee. As she sat down, she pulled his head between her thighs and lay back. “Let’s see how good you are!” she said as she tapped his shoulder with her crop.

His tongue went to work quickly, flickering between her pussy lips and opening up her labia. She groaned and reached down to pull his