Keith watched as Miss Strokewell crouched and removed his shoes. Then she stood and he felt her fingers beneath his waist at the front of his trousers. They undid his belt and then the button and zipper of his pants. Now she pulled them down over his bottom and then down and off his legs. Then she pulled his undies down and off too. Keith now stood bent forward at the headboard, his neck and wrists secured in it, naked from his waist down, save his socks. His freshly whipped behind felt openly exposed to the cool air of the room and highly sensitive.
His pretty young Miss stepped behind him and examined him. Keith felt her fingers touch, probe and then squeeze and pinch at his hot, sensitive rumps. "Ooh, Miss!" he whimpered.
"Well! There's a nicely spanked bottom, Keith sir!" she exclaimed, "Would you like to view it in a mirror?"
"Yes please, Miss!" came the whimper.
The young Miss disappeared from view. Then she returned with what appeared to be a dressing mirror on a mobile stand. She positioned it behind Keith and then angled it so that he could see a rear view of his freshly whipped rump in the mirror before him.
He studied himself. His behind was quite red. "Ooh, Miss!" he whimpered, "my poor bottom!"
Miss Strokewell stood beside him. She bent and fondled his burning rumps with her cool fingertips as she addressed him in the mirror.
"Well, Keith sir, your rumps have taken a good whipping, but I don't think I've finished with them just yet! I can see a few spots I've missed! Would you like me to attend to them, Keith sir?"
"Yes please, Miss!" came the whimper from the front of the stocks, "but I don't know how much more I can take, Miss!"
"Oh, don't be silly, sir! I'm sure you're enjoying yourself enormously! Why, I've had men up here who've cum in their trousers whilst I've caned them! And they've done it without frottaging themselves against anything! Let me have a good look at you!"
Keith watched as his young mistress stepped out of view again. Then she stepped back behind him holding a black rubber spanking paddle in one fist, its thin stiff striking pad being the size and shape of a paperback book. She tucked it under one arm and crouched behind him.
"Back you come now, sir!" she exclaimed as she reached between his parted thighs with a strong right pre-lubricated fist and grasped his rampant erection. Then she pulled it down and back toward her.
"Nngh! Miss!" Keith grunted as he lifted one leg to accommodate the action. Now she'd pulled his erection right back behind him!
She studied the fat, hard bone of flesh as it hung straining in her fist, its knob protruding. "Why, look at you!" she exclaimed, "you're drooling quite freely! You're obviously having a very pleasurable time, aren't you, Keith sir?"
"Yes, Miss!" Keith whimpered.
