"Good, now, back down." Ron winced as he turned back and settled painfully on his rear in the chair. He wanted to touch himself, or her to touch him, or anything really for relief. But with a bit of work, he let himself be tied down to the chair as she then very carefully and lightly rubbed his cock with the crop. He groaned, wanting more, but there was a pause as the music trickled down and what he knew then was the organizers of this came out. Ron’s eyes bulged as he gaped then looked down away. 