"My perfect little doll," he coos, clearly pleased and excited, and then for a moment there are no other words, simply a fraught, delicate moment as Justin looks them over once again, taking in the beautiful picture they made, the apparent eagerness to please, the obvious trembling of excitement and arousal in their entire body.

The crop whistles again, a sharp whine, as he lands a strike right against the small exposed part of Monty's ass. Just as a warm-up.

"Count down for me," he reminds them, and then begins in earnest, working up to a pattern - a few gentler strikes to warm up, then a harder one right against their exposed pussy, in groupings of five, pausing for random intervals to increase the tension and anticipation.