Shortly after the warm-up, Martin slides the leather hood over my head and cinches it tight. Gagged underneath the hood and pussy still roped, I am lead to the wooden cross so I spread my arms and legs wide while Martin ties me up against it. Ankles, arms, waist, and wrists are pressed firmly against the wood while I am repeatedly flogged across my entire backside, squirming in anguish with each blow. The best and worst part about this was not being able to move or get away!
