Giulia ran her long dark nails up and down Howie's swelling cock. He was hanging just above the floor with his hands tied to the rafters of the barn.
Giulia and Howie loved going up to his parent's country place. Howie's folks summered in Miami now, and so the farm was deserted.
Giulia shook her thick ash blonde hair and re-adjusted her sunglasses.
She toyed more with Howie's dick, tickling the underside and rubbing the foreskin over his swelled glans.
Howie looked with love at Giulia, who had full lips and an impudent, upturned nose. He tried not to think about the night before, when she had impaled him with a big strap-on.
Howie was getting better at submitting to the strap-on, but of course now the dildos were getting bigger and bigger, as his training "progressed."
She was thirty-six, about five years Howie's senior, and he had nothing but worshipful respect for her. He had a submissive nature, and needed further training.
Hopefully they would marry this June, and as Howie wasn't going to be Giulia's first slave husband, she had a lot of expectations for him.
It wasn't enough that he was rich and that he spoiled her, but he really needed to learn to heel.
She rubbed Howie's penis, congealed with pre-ejaculate, just a little faster, and he moaned.
"Does that feel good, Howie, honey?" Giulia breathed.
Howie nodded. It was good to get the chastity tube off now and then, even if it was just for a little while.
She had intimated that if he could take his corporal discipline cheerfully, she might be more generous, romance wise.
Giulia had high hopes for Howie. He was rich and sweet and very devoted to her, and fascinated by her high breasts and somewhat icy demeanor.
"But you know, you have to pay the piper now." Giulia let go of Howie's dick and stepped away, and his penis bounced in frustration, and Howie sighed.
Giulia picked up the whippy bamboo cane from a bale of hay and waved it in the air, enjoying her boyfriend's somewhat startled reaction.
"Now I sincerely hope you are not going to cry like a little bitch."
Giulia cocked her head and looked at her boyfriend, who seemed a bit truculent.
Much as Howie wanted and needed this treatment, it angered him a bit that Giulia expected him to take a thrashing in silence.
Giulia went behind Howie and swished the cane. It landed hard on his bare buttocks four or five times. Howie was gritting his teeth, but his eyes were tearing up.
She enjoyed this angle, although she'd had some interesting experiences when she'd lay Howie on the bed and tied his legs above his head. That had elicited some girly screams from the poor boy.
Giulia landed long slashes along Howie's ankles, his back and more across his ass, and she giggled inwardly as he danced, his feet swinging just above the floor.
Giulia whacked his sensitive armpits and the tender area just under Howie's buttocks.
But she could see that Howie was very excited. If she didn't lock him up, he'd probably run off and beat his meat, unless they made love.
And frankly, that didn't really appeal to her. The hitting was enough passion, really.
Giulia stopped and came up, putting her arms around Howie's shoulders, a little awkwardly of course.
Howie's arms were suspended above his head, so she had to snake her arm just under his now welted armpits.
Giulia breathed into Howie's ear. "You're going to be brave for Mommie now, aren't you Howie?" Howie tearfully nodded.
Giulia was so hot in her overalls. They were shorts, really, overall shorts, and under the overall Giulia wore nothing and her tits bobbed under the denim straps.
Giulia stepped back and swung again and again. Howie gave up and began screaming bloody murder.
But it didn't really matter. The farm was deserted. Howie's folks didn't even have the critters anymore as they were in Florida much of the time.
In previous years, the family had leased a meadow for the neighbor's sheep tog raze, but that ranch had been sold and houses were going to be built around there next year.
So it was empty space that Howie's screams of pain echoed in.
"God, you sound like such a crybaby." Giulia mused as she hit Howie's defenseless buttocks again and again. "My brother misses getting together with us, Howie, he liked whipping your ass while you went down on me."
Even while dancing around, trying to avoid the cruel whippy cane, Howie felt inflamed with shame that he had allowed Giulia's idiot brother, Sonny to give him whippings.
