The whimper tore from her lips as Peter began to tease her pussy lips with his hand, making her feel flushed. It felt so good, but she was so embarassed by it. "Please..." She begged, not sure if she was begging him not to do something to gain everyone's attention or to make her. The slap of the belt on her ass did earn a squeak and moan as her hands reached out to hold onto the railing.
Peter was just as loud as always and a few people that were nearby did stop. While it wasn't unheard of in for this to happen, being the mistress made it taboo. The blush ran down her cheeks and over her shoulders and neck. She was practically dripping as he slapped her ass again.
"P-please sir, fuck me.' She whimpered, not saying it very loudly.