He laughs, sounding pleased and happy, and he lets Monty's tongue just touch against the cloth of his slacks, press against the hard hot length of his erection, before he pulls away, leaving their body swaying, bent over and hanging from their wrists.

"I know, little one," he murmurs affectionately. "You just want to please me, don't you? You're always ready for me to use any and all your holes however I want, my sweet, precious doll." He tousles Monty's hair gently, a light caress, and walks around to the other side of the bench, adjusting its positioning, tugging Monty's seated body back until they really are hanging by their wrists.

Then he reaches forward for Monty's hips, lifting their weight up bodily with the support of the chains they are already hanging from, and sliding his hands down along their legs,swinging them back so they are kneeling up on the bench.

"But I want your ass and your cunt today, understood? And you still have another twenty strikes to take before you get fucked."

He picks up the paddle, and walks around Monty, observing their positioning - their bent legs and the beautiful heeled shoes, the swollen lips of their pussy, the weights and chains hanging down from the piercings, the translucent elastic of their garters.