Monty nods, closing their eyes briefly only to snap them open again with a delighted gasp when they hear the sound of the crop slap down against the bench right beside them. The sharp whistle of the leather as it cuts through the air...it's one of the most arousing sounds they've ever heard. Their wet cunt clenches instantly in response, tugging slightly against the piercings now holding it open. It is already starting to ache just a little, but Monty wouldn't have it any other way.

"I can't wait, sir," they breathe. "If it pleases you, I'd want you to whip my little pussy until I pass out. And I'd want you to fuck me even then. I know how you like it when I'm loose and easy, how nice I must feel taking your big cock inside of me without any resistance at all..."

Then, Monty bites their lip to swallow their own moan of excitement before they start to count.