what she needed, what he needed

I won't! I won't! cried her new boyfriend. He found himself shouting at the carpet. The crop sang out again and again until he agreed, then asked, then begged to give her the pleasure she was owed.

 Frankie found that she could just reach his tender hindquarters with the big black crop while he serviced you. Taking care to avoid his testicles, she brought the crop down again and again until he climaxed with his tongue on her clit and his cock on the rug.