To Obey
by Stevie Gee (Reposted by Fire-Bird)
Chapter 3 "Punished Puss"
Paul found exactly what he was looking for in the whips cabinet. A martinet
with six knotted cords about eighteen inches in length. The dildo cabinet
produced a "billy-club", a slim twelve inch rectal invader with a heavily
spiked head attached to a grip fitting handle. The penis gag was in the
bindings locker. He still had the Vaseline.
Melissa watched him approach with wide-eyed fear. She'd seen what he'd done
to her sister. She knew she could expect the same. Her voice quavered.
"W...what are you going to do?"
Paul sat down on the bed even with Melissa's raised hips and grinned. "I'm
going to give you the whipping you earned tonight by disobeying your
father. Now be a good girl and open your mouth."
Knowing better than to disobey the pert youngster did as she was told. Paul
inserted the phallus into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head.
She whimpered at the tightness of it.
Paul picked up the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a big glob onto his
fingers. He began to message it into the girl's gaping sex and between her
bottom cheeks. While he worked he talked. "Tell me Melissa, have you ever
been whipped between your legs? (Wide eyed shock. Frantic shake of the
head.) No? Well in that case you're in for a real experience. Every girl
I've ever done it to absolutely hates it. I'm sure you will too. But then
that's part of the price you pay for disobedience, isn't it." He bent over
to inspect his work, then scooped more Vaseline.
"Of course this will be a new experience for me as well, since I've never
pussy-whipped a girl your age before. I suspect that you're going to be
much more sensitive than the women I've tried. Especially after that little
bout with the dog." Paul grinned at Melissa's blush. "The spread of your
legs and your total lack of pubic hair should also add to the severity of
the pain." He dipped more Vaseline. "In case you're wondering the Vaseline
is to lubricate your tissues so that the thongs won't cut. They'll still
sting just as bad, maybe even worse, but I promise there won't be any
damage. I wouldn't want to injure a pretty girl like you."
By this time Melissa's hips were squirming helplessly. It had been less
that fifteen minutes since the dog's attentions and she was still wet and
fully aroused. Paul chuckled. "Good. I'm glad to see you've got some spark
left. It always hurts more when the tissues are swollen with lust."
Finally Paul set the Vaseline aside and picked up the dildo. "Do you know
what this is for?" Melissa shook her head. "Before each stroke I expect you
to lift your hips up off the pillow as high as you can. If you start to
forget I'll shove this up your ass to remind you. Is that clear?" Blinking
back tears, Melissa nodded.
Paul picked up the lash and turned to face Melissa's cruelly splayed sex.
The sight of her plump, hairless little pussy with its slit gaping wide and
its insides wet and swollen was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He
touched the cords to her pubic mount. She obediently raised her hips.
SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!
Melissa's scream was one of pure, shrill, burning agony. Never in her young
life had she experienced anything like the white hot pain of the knotted
thongs biting into her tender inner tissues. She heaved against her
bindings, her legs kicking wildly as the terrible sensations between her
legs grew and grew. And just when it couldn't possibly get any worse, Paul
whipped her again. And again. And again.
SWISSSHHHHHH.........THWACKKK!!!
SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!
SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLAATTTTT!!!
Paul was having the time of his life. Never had he seen anything so
beautiful, so powerfully erotic as the way pretty little sixteen year old
Melissa reacted to having her cunt flogged. The look of shock and pain on
her sweet young face was priceless all by itself. Then there was the
helplessly lewd way her hips danced around on the bed. The beautiful red
welts that spread across the pale nether lips. And the sounds! The splat of
the lash. The strident shrieks of agony, reduced to soft mewings by the
gag. The creak of the bed under her bouncing ass. The muffled pleas for
mercy. The broken, shuddering sobs. It was unbelievable.
Poor Melissa foolishly failed to rise for the fifth stroke. This caused a
short but interesting pause while the dildo was rammed up her tight, tender
little asshole. Her father had been right about the effects of the
training. The poor kid tried to jump out of her skin the moment the spiked
tip touched the puckered bud of her rectum. She strained to the very limits
of her bindings trying to escape it, and Paul took full advantage of the
opportunity by cheerfully lashing the thongs straight down into her wide
open cleft. The dildo sank a little deeper with each stroke.
After that Paul had no trouble making the girl arch her pussy up. All he
had to do was reach around her hips and tap the handle of the dildo. She
would rise up like a breaching whale, her sex ripe and open for the lash.
The whipping progressed with a steady, cruel rhythm.
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