“Thirty Eight! Thirty Nine! Forty! Forty One!” And just as I fell over the edge Jerome backed off, and Master Joe continued without interruption. I shivered, my body bouncing up, and down on his lap as I tried desperately to meet every swat of his hand with my ass as I screamed my way down onto the rocky terrain below in the land of perpetual orgasm.

I must have continued to cry out each swat because the next time I realized I was doing it the count was 76, and it was daddy’s hand blistering my butt now.

“77! 78! 79! 80!” And the silence that followed was like a...