Ivan gave him a firm hit with the crop and Dunkel hissed in pain from the hit before going blank. Ivan hit him again and Dunkel bit back a verbal response, which in turn made Ivan frown realizing Dunkel was going to be quiet.

"Now, that's no fun...keeping all of those sweet sounds to yourself." he said in boredom before walking away back to wardrobe and he returned with a plug to shove into Dunkel's rear.

Dunkel let out a faint grunt and tensed up until Ivan moved away from him.

Licht shivered, watching, sitting on the ground and curling up into a ball. "Dunkel," He said quietly, watching him. He didn't know what to do, and felt so powerless.

Iva hit Dunkel with the crop once again, this time grinning as Dunkel gave a painful groan as the plug moved with the force of the hit and he continued until both of Dunkel's ass cheeks were dark red.

Licht shivered watching it, scared partly for his twin, and partly cause he thought he might do it to him.

Ivan smiled satisfied with the results, then looked at Licht. "You get something much different. Stand up."

Licht gulped, looking down at Dunkel as he stood up. "Please don't beat me. I'll be good. I promise," He pleaded, watching the crop.

"I'm not going to hit you." Ivan replied as he took Licht's hand and walked him over to a sex swing in the corner of the room.

(This might be a dumb question, but would you mind describing the swing? I've never seen one)

Licht gulped seeing it. "What's that," he asked, staring at it, glad he wasn't being hit.

The swing was multiple straps hanging from hooks in the ceiling, some having attachments for the arms and legs and with two hanging straps for raising or lowering half of the swing. He set the crop aside and Ivan undressed Licht gently.

Licht gulped as he was soon stripped naked, staring at the swing. "How do I get in it," He asked, nervous.