My stubbornness was to be my undoing. I didnβt relent and open the curtains; through sobs and tears I took my beatings and orgasms. I was allowed out from the window, but my relief was short lived. I was half undressed to be made to look more used, and my ordeal of enforced orgasms continued. Did I regret what Iβd done? I was a broken orgasmic mess. I deserved to be here, I wanted to be here π Next I had to thank him for my correction, by servicing his cock ππ¦