Ms. Cockrill was quite correct; doug was grateful she hadn't struck his pouch the way she slammed that crop against his ass. The searing heat emanating from his derriere was trumped, however, by the humbling humiliation of being in this bent over position again. At least his arms weren't wrenched up in back of him as before.

His troubles took a back seat, nevertheless, when he heard Ms. Cockrill speaking to louise, whose foot whipping was about to begin. Watching how the Dominant Woman wielded that whip, enforced how well versed she was with the equipment in this room. And when doug heard the thwap against his wife's foot, he felt both pity and revenge. After all, doug had never used a whip on her feet, so he wasn't sure about her stamina. However, doug recalled, with a bit of malice, how gleefully his wife encouraged Ms. Cockrill for his failure to remember that fricking key. In addition when the Ms. Cockrill allowed his wife to whip him, she performed the act with some gleeful zeal.

So after the whip wielding woman handed the implement to doug, he emulated what he saw her do, teasing her a bit, then delivering some well placed swats. After five thwaps across both foot bottoms, because he really didn't know what his wife's threshold was with this sort of punishment, he stopped and handed the whip back to Ms. Cockrill.