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Whack! The paddle smacked her across her ass leaving a red streak across both cheeks. She squirmed in her restraints as her moan was muffled behind the ball gag. Darwyn strode away from Kit and moved over to Tamara. Kit and Tamara were beside each other shackled at the ankles and wrists, bent over a padded saw-horse. Chase and Darwyn stood behind them holding a paddle and a whip. Kit turned and looked at Tamara, a smile crinkling at the corner of her eyes. Tamara crinkled her eyes in return.

“You girls have been naughty and you deserve to be punished.” Chase growled as he whacked both the girls with the leather whip. Darwyn walked around to the front of the girls and with both hands jerked their heads up by their hair. Both the women looked up at Kit’s master.

“Are you ready to behave now and do what you are told?” Darwyn demanded. They both nodded in agreement but there was no fear in their eyes, only lust. Darwyn gently let go of their hair and began to walk back around to where Chase stood. Chase stood behind the women staring at Kit’s dragon tattoo on her lower back. He stood transfixed to its delicate design. There was a red dragon in the center and just above her ass crack with black tribal markings spreading out to the left and right, almost covering the entire width of her back. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. He faintly picked up a bluish outline to the dragon that glowed. As he watched the glow emanating from Kit’s tattoo he began to smell an aroma of the sweetest honey. His loins began to tighten and ache from the aroma.

Darwyn stood next to Chase and bumped his elbow. He looked up at Darwyn as he tried to focus. Darwyn shrugged his shoulders and mouthed the words quietly, what’s wrong? Chase shook his head no and turned back to Kit’s tattoo that was no longer glowing. The smell was gone too and his loins began to calm down and no longer ached.

He tightened his grip on the leather whip and decided to give the women another good whack to help clear his mind. Darwyn stood back and grinned. The women moaned again louder and this time the men unshackled them from their bindings.