The Education of Simone - Part 1

When the college president called her to her office Simone thought she knew what was up. She had been blackmailing one of her professors into giving her a passing grade although it was obvious she failed the course. Simone, a strikingly beautiful 19 year old blonde, was accustomed to using her sexy looks to get out of trouble.

Her parents knew of Simone's naughty ways, that's why they sent her to this all girl's college in the suburbs of Paris. But they never suspected that Simone would behave as badly as she did in her first semester. When they found out, they accepted the college president's recommendation. She was going to be sent to the Institute of Saint Bernadette, a secluded institute for the correction of wayward young women. An institute with strict rules and very severe punishments for the smallest infractions. An institute where Simone would learn to behave.

Simone didn't know anything about her destiny when she entered the president's office. Before she sat down like he asked her to Simone pretended to look at a picture on the wall. She made sure she was bending forward enough so that her short skirt slipped up, exposing the lower part of her shapely young bottom since she was wearing a scandalous little string bikini. The way she was swaying her ass slowly from left to right and back convinced the president that her parents had made the right decision.

"Please sit down, Simone. I have something important to tell you."

Simone turned around and tried her usual tactic. Looking at the college president, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button after the other. She dropped one strap of her bra from her shoulder to expose her firm, round breasts. She reached under her short skirt with one hand and drew her panties aside to show him her well trimmed pussy. Then, like a professional strip girl, she spread her legs a little wider. She moved her hips round and round, slowly, brushing over her slit with her hand as if she were masturbating.

"I know you want me, Mr. President. I want you too. I really, really want you!"

The president, his face flushed, watched Simone attentively. Oh yes, he would have loved to give it to the young lady. He couldn't remember the last time he was as hard as he was at that moment. But he had already made an arrangement and expected his visitor to come into the office at any moment. It was too great a risk for a man with such high moral standards as him to get caught in the act with a student, even though Simone was more tempting than any girl he had met in his life.

"Fuck me, Mr. President. Take me any way you like. I need you right now," Simone continued. She turned around and bent forward over the desk. She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs real wide. Then she drew her panties completely aside so that he could see her pussy from behind. She didn't notice that a middle-aged lady entered the office while she was displaying herself like this. Miss Chantalle was strongly built and muscular. She was wearing a blue uniform not unlike a prison guard. In her right hand she was holding a very severe looking rattan cane that was over four feet long. She was just watching the unbelievably bad behavior of Simone and didn't say a thing, even ignoring the president.

"Do you like my ass, Mr. President? You want to fuck my tight schoolgirl ass, Mr. President?" Simone reached behind with one hand and pushed her middle finger into her tight, forbidden hole. With the other hand she was stroking her pussy, which was by then glistening wet with arousal. She was breathing heavy and moaning, repeating over and over how badly she needs to be fucked. Unable to control herself, Simone had an orgasm. Juices dripped out of her pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs. She wiped the sticky fluids away with the palm of her hand and turned around. Her eyes were sparkling when she looked at the president, who was breathing fast and irregular, with beads of sweat running down his face. Simone then noticed the woman standing at the door. Miss Chantalle addressed the president:

"What we have here is a severe case, probably due to improper upbringing. Complete lack of discipline." She walked up to Simone and gave her a slap in the face. Before Simone had time to react, Miss Chantalle slapped her again. She took Simone by one ear and pulled her towards the desk.

"Bend forward like you did a minute ago, young lady! Hike up your skirt, arch your back, and present your behind properly for the caning you are going to get right now! Or else I will slap you until you are unconscious and then tie you over the desk, you hear?"

Unable to challenge the strong Miss Chantalle, Simone had no option but to obey. Miss Chantalle took a firm stand behind her, off to the left. She tapped the rattan cane against the soft cheeks of Simone's bottom.

"Twelve strokes! You call them out, Simone! And they won't be light ones. I want to see blisters on your ass!"

Simone was trying to hold back her sobs. The president was sitting in his chair, sweating more than ever.

"One" Simone said with a tone of profound defiance. Miss Chantalle took a wide swing, the cane whistled through the air and then landed with a ringing Thwaaacckkk! on the crowns of Simone's naked bottom. Unbelievable pain went like a shock wave through her body; she was clasping her beaten bottom with both hands.

"Take those hands away Simone! And call out the next stroke. Now!"

"Two." Thwaaaccckkk! "Three." Thwaaacckkk! "Four." Swish-Thwaaacckkk!

The stripes multiplied fast on Simone's behind. Tears were rolling out of her eyes. When she called out the strokes, her voice almost failed her because she was sobbing and gasping for air at the same time. Miss Chantalle caned Simone as if she were a convicted prisoner, striking her quivering ass cheeks as hard as she could without any pretense for mercy. The stripes were glowing bright red, some of them criss-crossing each other. After Miss Chantalle had administered the full dozen strokes, she ordered Simone to keep standing like this, with her hands on the desk. She was not allowed to move or turn around while Miss

Chantalle was talking to the college president. Simone desperately wanted

To clasp her burning behind, but she didn't dare move.

After a few minutes the president and Miss Chantalle shook hands and turned their attention to Simone. Simone had to put on a pair of handcuffs that made her feel like a prisoner. A limousine that waited outside would take her and Miss Chantalle to the Institute Saint Bernadette, a secluded castle out in the country that had been converted into a special school for wayward young women. Simone's bottom was still smarting and burning from the caning, she desperately needed relief. She managed to pull up her short skirt high enough so that she was sitting with her bare bottom on the cold leather seat. The sensation of the leather against her skin made her heart beat faster. ?I really am a naughty girl? she thought to herself, getting wet between her legs once again.

"I let you sit like that, Simone. Might as well get used to the leather. At the institute, we use leather whips besides the rattan canes. You will get both, that's for sure. And often," Miss Chantalle declared. She was watching her new pupil from the corner of her eye. Simone wasn't able to sit still in her seat. She tried to put as little weight on her bottom as possible, but it didn't matter how she tried to sit. The pain on her flaming behind was not going away.

The last city lights disappeared in the distance behind them as they drove deeper and deeper into the countryside. They took a turn onto a small, private road that didn't even have any street lights. They followed the small road for several minutes before they arrived at an old castle, hidden by the woods that surrounded it. The castle was made out of large, gray stones, looking dark and forbidding. They slowly drove into a courtyard and finally came to a stop in front of the entrance.

"Welcome to the institute, Simone!" Miss Chantalle said cheerfully as she dragged her young prisoner out of the car. "This is Saint Bernadette. This will be your home for at least half a year, if not longer. Here you will learn to behave like a proper young lady. You have plenty of company here, you will see. Follow me."

Miss Chantalle led Simone inside the main building. Once the thick wooden door closed behind them, Simone could already hear a girl screaming from somewhere inside the institute. They went through a maze of corridors, passing many doors that looked like entrances to prison cells. Then they entered into another courtyard that presented a scene so unbelievable that at first it made Simone shudder with fear.

There were several whipping posts in the courtyard. A young girl that looked like she came from an Asian country was the one who was screaming. A female guard was flogging the poor girl with a leather whip, so hard that the cracking lashes echoed from the stone walls: Smaaacckkk! Craacckk-Smaaacckkk! The leather whip literally exploded on the girls bottom cheeks, over and over again. The girl was writhing in her bounds, trying to escape the biting smacks of the whip. She was twisting and turning, making her firm, round bottom an even more enticing target for punishment.

Miss Chantalle made Simone watch: "That girl will get two-hundred lashes, Simone. For masturbating in bed, that little slut. After this, she won't sit on her behind for at least a week. By then she will probably have earned another whipping, anyway."

While they were watching, Miss Chantalle slipped her hand under Simone's skirt and started caressing Simone's bottom. Simone was watching in awe at the scene: The Asian girl's bottom was covered with red stripes and welts. The guard woman even whipped the backs of those sensitive thighs! After each cracking lash the girl was screaming in pain, begging the guard to stop. She was promising to be a good girl. The girl's voice was hoarse from all the screaming, but the guard didn't show any intention of stopping the flogging: Crack-Smack! Craacckk-Smaaacckk! Craacckkk-Smaacckkk! Smaaacckk! Craacckkk-Smaaaacckkk!

Miss Chantalle was squeezing Simone's ass cheeks, and then caressed her again. She was fingering Simone's pussy while Simone was watching the flogging. Simone didn't protest, she was mesmerized and turned on by watching the whipping. ?She deserves every lash? Simone was thinking. Simone was moaning, breathing fast, and she felt herself coming. Without shame Simone had an orgasm so intense that her juices were dripping all over Miss Chantalle's hand.

"Come, Simone, I show you your room." Miss Chantalle interrupted her bliss. She led Simone out of the courtyard into another section of the institute. Simone walked gingerly behind Miss Chantalle because her pussy was sore and still dripping. They stopped in front of a heavy, wooden door. Miss Chantalle took a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. "Inside here, Simone. It's time for you to rest. But before you do, take off your skirt."

Miss Chantalle was locking the door from the inside. "Now, bend over the bed frame. I didn't say that you were allowed to climax, did I? For having that orgasm without my permission you will have to be punished. Twelve strokes, Simone! Twelve with the cane across your bare ass! Bend over, and count! And don't play any games! Otherwise, it will be you at the whipping post, understood, Simone?"

To be continued in part 2.

The Story of Simone Part II - The Hall of Mirrors

The first night at the Institute was difficult for Simone. Just after her arrival she had to bend over in her little cell and count out a fresh dozen strokes with the cane. It was her second dozen that day. And the cane used by Miss Chantalle was not a regular school cane. Made of whippy rattan, the cane cut viciously into Simone’s shapely little ass. Since the stripes from the earlier dozen strokes had already turned purple, the addition of another twelve caused her behind to glow in a variety of reddish colors. Poor Simone screamed from the top of her lungs every time the cane landed on her blistered bottom. Clearly she wasn’t used to get her ass thrashed that way. Simone was a spoiled and naughty brat who was never taught to behave properly. At the Institute Saint Bernadette girls like Simone were destined to learn the hard way.

The dress code at the Institute was extremely simple. All girls were required to wear only one piece of clothing: a pair of white pumps with five inch stiletto heels. The heels were narrow and made of steel. Since all floors in the castle were either stone or marble, the girls made a loud clicking noise wherever they walked. More importantly, the heels made the young ladies walk a little awkwardly. Strutting with their hips thrust out it looked like they were rolling their ass cheeks with each step. And most of the bottoms parading through the castle showed fresh marks from the whip or cane. It was such a lovely sight that the girls themselves got used to it and gave each other playful smacks in the hallways.

But Simone had a difficult time getting used to the strict rules at the Institute. She was not allowed to talk or ask questions without a guard giving her permission first. Every infraction of the rules was written down by the guards who kept books on the girls' misbehavior. Then, every Sunday night, the girls were escorted to a punishment chamber where one of the guards read out all the rules the girls had broken and how many strokes with a cane they would receive.

The sight of the punishment chamber made Simone shudder with fear. The girls were strapped to small wooden benches. A guard was scolding one of the girls and used her rattan cane to lay stripe after stripe on the poor girl's behind. There was no escape, no way to turn. The girl's bottom was raised over a leather pillow to make her behind a willing target for punishment. Simone heard the girl sobbing and pleading, but there would be no reprieve. Then the other guard took Simone by the ear and told her that she had earned no less than five dozen strokes with the cane. She strapped Simone to the bench and ran her hand approvingly over Simone's young bottom cheeks. Simone didn't see that a good looking young man had entered the chamber to watch the new girl's first Sunday night punishment. His name was Maurice, a benefactor and weekend resident at the Institute.

He didn't attempt to hide his erection while he watched Simone's caning. The rattan cane bit deep into her flesh and left prominent welts on her ass. The pain was unbelievable, but Simone refused to scream. She tried shifting her cheeks from side to side, but that made her look as if she was asking for more. She received all sixty strokes as the guard had promised. During the last ten she almost passed out. Then the guards left the chamber, leaving Simone strapped to the bench.

Maurice opened a bottle of baby oil and poured the oil over Simone's bruised behind. The oil felt soothing to her, but that was not his intent. He wanted to see her ass greasy and shiny, to bring out the red welts from the caning in a much better contrast of colors. There was nothing Simone could do but enjoy the welcome relief of his hard cock sliding into her pussy from behind. She couldn't remember any man who fucked her as deep as Maurice did that night. She moaned with pleasure and climaxed just before Maurice pumped his hot semen into her pussy.

"Next week you won't get the cane," Maurice said to Simone just before he left her. Simone was exhausted, cum was oozing out of her pussy and dripped down from the bench to the stone floor. She passed out and didn't even wake up as the guards untied her and carried her back to her room. She needed to rest and slept for almost twelve hours before she woke up and realized that she did not have a nightmare. This was her life!

All week long Simone had to attend classes like all the other girls. The curriculum at the institute was designed to make fine young ladies out of the girls. The emphasis was on literature and geography. Math and science were only taught to enable the girls to keep up a conversation. Writing, on the other hand, was taken very seriously so the girls learned to express themselves properly. Class attendance was mandatory and bad behavior was always punished swiftly and severely.

Each class started out with five minutes of silence. The lovely Asian girl who got whipped when Simone arrived at the institute had a hard time sitting still that week. Probably her blistered ass was hurting, sitting on the wooden chair. The teacher took her by the ear and led her to the front, where she had to bend over the teacher’s desk. Then he selected one of the canes – the classroom canes were made of bamboo – and began to thrash her ass once again, until the five minutes were up. Simone couldn’t believe how severe the delicate Asian girl was punished at the Institute. Her cute little butt looked blistered beyond recognition.

Simone was spared the classroom canings, but she already guessed it was due to her secret admirer. Maurice didn't like to use a cane on Simone, because it marked her beautiful skin too fast and too much. He preferred to use leather straps and whips. Simone found out about his preferences on the second Sunday night at the institute, when Maurice took her to a special punishment room. On that day he got tears of pain out of lovely Simone. She had to wear white stockings and a garter belt on that day, to make her look like an innocent schoolgirl. He kissed her breasts and caressed her lovely behind ever so gently before he took her by the hand and led her to his private punishment room. The walls of that room were entirely made out of mirror glass, so that Simone could look at herself when she got whipped. In the middle of the room was a small platform, about one foot high. Two marble columns, about five feet apart, extended all the way to the ceiling. There were shackles with chains attached to the columns. Next to the platform there was an antique looking, very long table. On top of that table the instruments of pain were carefully laid out. Half a dozen riding crops of different sizes and colors. Some rather thick, made of braided leather. Some as thin as a pencil tip. Several spanking straps. An assortment of leather whips. Some made of long leather straps. Others made of braided whipcord. And for serious punishment, a finely woven leather whip that ended in a single lash.

Simone had to stretch her arms up and spread her legs so that Maurice could cuff her to the columns. She was naked, except for the white stockings and garter belt. Maurice put his hand between her legs and stroked her blonde pussy until she was damp. Looking at her tight, nineteen year old bottom, he settled on a five foot long whip that had three flat leather straps tied to wooden handle. He knew he could use that kind of whip as severely as he wanted without causing her skin any damage. Simone watched in the mirror how Maurice took a firm stand behind her. She saw him raising the whip, he was taking a swing, and he lashed the whip across the crowns of her naked ass: Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Like a pistol shot the leather exploded on her bottom cheeks. Searing pain went up her spine and made Simone shriek. Without pausing Maurice applied one lash after the other to her writhing bottom and to the backs of her thighs: Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk! Craaacckk-Smaaacckk!

After three dozen lashes he stopped and ran his hand over Simone's punished behind. Her ass was hot and crimson red, showing some lovely welts. He petted and squeezed her butt cheeks for several minutes, as if he couldn't get enough. Her body was covered with sweat, which made her look extremely sexy. Maurice picked a short leather whip from the table and faced Simone from the front. Smack! He whipped her proud tits, left and right, until her nipples were hard and erect: Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Simone was moaning and writhing in her bounds, but there was no escape from the lash. He grabbed Simone by her hair and kissed her passionately while he pushed the handle of the whip slowly into her pussy. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure and also with pain. Her juices were running and dripped down her thighs. She threw back her head and screamed - a violent orgasm was shaking her body. Exhausted and sucking for air Simone needed a minute of rest to recover.

"I didn't tell you that you could come, Simone. Now I have to punish you further!"

Maurice picked the longest riding crop from the table. He tapped the frightfully thin switch against Simone's ass cheeks and told her to count the lashes. Swish-Smaacckk! Simone lunged forward from that biting stroke, screaming from the top of her lungs. "One!" she managed to sob. An immediate welt crossed both half's of her bottom. Tears ran down her face while she called out the lashes that striped her behind. The bright red welts criss-crossed each other after thirty merciless lashes. Simone had taken as much as she could. She was hanging in her shackles, her entire body covered with sweat, her ass and thighs blazing with welts, stripes and blisters.

Maurice gave Simone a drink of water before he got on the platform behind her. He fucked her from behind, not up her ass but in her pussy, because he knew that Simone liked it that way. Deeper and deeper he pushed into Simone who started to moan with pleasure. He felt the glowing heat of her whipped buttocks pressing against his loins while he fucked her like that. Both of them were breathing hard when he finally shot his seed inside Simone. He stayed inside her for a couple of minutes, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts, before he withdrew. He had a close look at Simone before he uncuffed her. The stripes on her ass were turning dark by now. She looked completely exhausted. Her pussy was once again dripping, with cum oozing down the insides of her thighs. For a moment Maurice looked at the braided leather whip that ended in a single lash. Not this time. Simone had had enough. He took her in his arms and carried her to his luxurious bedroom inside the Institute. He was very satisfied with Simone's performance under the lash. He was afraid of falling in love with a girl he knew nothing about, but somehow he was sure that Simone was the girl of his dreams.

To be continued

The Story of Simone Part III - Release from the Institute Saint Bernadette

For three months Simone endured the strong discipline at the Institute. At the same time Maurice fell more and more in love with Simone. He protected her from the guards, who had instructions not to mark Simone's skin when they punished her. They only whipped and caned her lightly, much less severe than the other girls. But the teachers didn't allow any interference with their lessons. Simone had no choice but to study hard if she wanted to avoid the severe schoolgirl punishments executed by the faculty. Since she'd never been any good in geography she struggled with that subject. Thanks to her geography teacher, Mrs. Brown, she learned more about the world she ever thought possible.

Every time Simone failed to point out a country correctly on the world map she had to bend over the teacher's desk, her backside facing the class. Mrs. Brown usually picked the slim bamboo from the rack behind the desk and scolded Simone for her errors. Unlike many of the other teachers Mrs. Brown always took a full swing for each stroke with the bamboo. She waited between strokes so that Simone would get nervous with anticipation, causing her young bottom to twitch and twist. This was the worst kind of discipline for Simone, because there was nothing sexy about them. Mrs. Brown never stopped until Simone's behind looked soundly thrashed, covered with smarting red stripes. The blazing welts ran from the tops of her thighs to the crowns of her ass cheeks. In this manner Mrs. Brown successfully taught Simone the location of each country on the world map, something even Simone had thought impossible to achieve.

On the weekends she was also whipped, always by Maurice himself. Sometimes he even used that single-tailed, braided leather whip to really lash into those round cheeks of her tempting ass. To Maurice, those bottom globes on top of Simone's long, muscular legs were simply irresistible. Before punishments he liked her to walk in front of him, wearing nothing but her high heels and a white thong, while he followed her with his eyes glued on her bottom. Simone enjoyed showing off like that for Maurice. She had great posture, straight and elegant she walked for him, with a natural sway of her ass. Maurice would crack the leather whip on the stone floor once in a while, as if warning Simone to stop tempting him. Whippings from Maurice always ended with hours of passionate lovemaking until they were both exhausted.

One weekend Maurice took her to the beach to show her what happened to the girls who tried to escape from the Institute. The beach was not very far, but the girls only got to go to the beach as a reward for good behavior. It was the only chance for the girls to see the world outside of the walls of the Institute. Girls that got to go to the beach for the first time often thought they could use this chance to get away and tried to escape.

When they arrived at the beach they could hear the shrill screams of a girl getting punished. Simone recognized the petite girl that was lying on her back with her legs drawn up. It was Claire, the girl that always tried to get Maurice's attention at the Institute. "I hope they thrash her ass for an hour at least" Simone was hoping. Claire's bottom had already been whipped for a while. The mistress was concentrating on the sensitive backs of Claire's thighs. The cracking lashes of the leather whip left blazing stripes on Claire's bottom cheeks and thighs. While watching the spectacle on the beach, Maurice pushed his hand under Simone's skirt and started caressing her pussy. She opened her legs, put her hand on Maurice's between her legs and encouraged him to rub her harder and faster. Mesmerized she stared at the scene on the beach while she soaked her panties with her juices. Maurice gave Simone a disapproving slap on her ass.

"Take off your panties, Simone. I want to fuck you, right here and right now!"

He held Simone by her bottom cheeks with both hands while he pushed his cock inside her pussy. Simone moaned quietly, enjoying his shaft digging all the way up inside her. She continued watching Claire's punishment over Maurice's shoulder while he fucked her. The whip was still cracking, Claire was still screaming, and Simone enjoyed every moment. Simone was moaning at the time the orgasm rushed through her body. Panting for air she held on and waited for Maurice to come too.

"I'm going to take you away from here, Simone. I have to," Maurice announced on their way back.

The very next day Maurice took Simone to his place in Paris. To her astonishment he told her that she was not going to be whipped any more. She realized then how much Maurice had fallen for her. He had fallen too much for her, maybe.

"But you will still spank me at least, won't you Maurice?"

"Yes, Simone, but only with my hand. The whippings have gone too far. I don't want to hurt you like that any more."

In Maurice's place Simone usually dressed in her schoolgirl outfit whenever she wanted to get fucked. All she had to do to turn Maurice on was to raise her short skirt and show him the tiny string panties she was wearing and show off her shapely ass. Sometimes he would play with her pussy for several minutes before she got the first smack on her bottom. At other times he would take her to the bedroom, sit down at the edge of the bed, and put Simone firmly over his lap. He would spank her behind for a while, and then demand that she suck his cock. Although she wanted to suck on his cock, she sometimes refused just to get a few more spanks on her ass.

At first Simone was satisfied with those spankings over Maurice's lap. But with time she urged him to spank her harder and harder. During one spanking session Maurice had to stop because his hand was hurting too much. He had spanked her for half an hour continuously until Simone's ass cheeks resembled the color of glowing coals. Her bottom felt like that, too. Despite the pain Simone got so much pleasure out of the spanking that she secretly wished Maurice would cane and whip her again. She thought about buying a school cane for Maurice. As a gift.

A few days later when Simone was going out shopping she passed a sex shop and decided to go in. The shop was filled with men who watched every move she made. She found the bondage and discipline section and thumbed through the magazines. She picked one that contained drawings of a girl getting punished in a convent. The girl was bound to a cross with her arms and legs spread wide apart. The nun behind the girl was armed with a martinet and had just finished flogging the girl on the cross. The girl's back, bottom and thighs were full of welts and stripes. Especially her ass was whipped to shreds and bleeding where the welts were crossing each other. Lucky girl, you got it good, Simone was thinking.

Simone caused many heads to turn when she tried out the vibrators. She picked a large one in a gold color that seemed to make less noise than the others. She kept looking around in the store and finally found what she was looking for. There was a small section of leather goods that included a selection of whips. The smell of the leather turned her on and she almost reached between her legs right there in the store. She picked up a long bullwhip and ran the braided leather through her palm. She picked up a black whip that consisted of about a dozen flat leather straps. She realized that Maurice could flog her with this kind of whip for a very long time without causing any harm - besides the stinging pain it would cause. The salesman just rang up the whip and vibrator without any surprise. Clearly, he had seen it all and wasn't surprised by anything any longer.

She went straight home instead of going shopping. She stripped immediately and started to play with her new toys. When Maurice got home four hours later he found Simone in his chair, whip in hand. She seemed out of breath. Maurice saw the golden vibrator that lay on the floor. It looked sticky and slimy, well used.

"I've been bad, Maurice. All afternoon I masturbated with my new toy. I only stopped because the batteries ran out. You know, I had three orgasms in a row. You won't believe how sore my poor pussy feels."

Simone put the whip into her left hand and lashed it across her ass several times: "Bad Simone, naughty girl. Simone needs to be punished! A whipping is what she deserves!"

Maurice smiled at Simone and took the whip out of her hand. He had missed using the whip and needed no further encouragement.

"Get up, bad girl! Face the chair and bend over! Put your hands flat on the seat, and spread your legs wide!"

The leather straps smacked across her bare ass with a vengeance, loud cracking smacks. Crack-Smaaack! Whip-Smaaack! Crack-Smaaaack! Simone couldn't believe how intolerable the pain was that went up her spine. He lashed the whip across the crowns of ass dozens of times as hard as he could. Simone's bottom cheeks turned beet red with raised, bright welts. She couldn't keep quiet when the whip found those sensitive spots on her body: Maurice lashed the soft backs of her thighs, even the insides of her legs. Simone was screaming with pain, but she didn't want it to stop.

"Put your ass right over the armrest, Simone. I want to take you like that!"

Simone's bottom cheeks felt like flames against his loins while he fucked her from behind. She was shrieking with pleasure while she climaxed, but Maurice withdrew before he came. Then he sprayed his cum right onto Simone's ass cheeks. He spread the slimy cum evenly over her bottom which had turned entirely crimson. He held her down by the small of her back and picked up the leather whip again.

"Now, young lady! Your shiny red arse will be taught a lesson tonight. Now that you have spent your energy, let's see how you will enjoy a real punishment whipping!"

"Wait! Wait just a second!" Simone panted. Then she arched up her bottom submissively and called out for the lash: "One!"

Maurice took a full swing for each lash Simone asked for. And she counted and she suffered. It took all of her will and all of her pride to keep on counting. By the time she screamed "Fifty!" her ass was completely welted and blistered. Sucking for air she simply fell to the floor. Maurice picked her up and kissed away her tears before he carried her to the bed. Simone slept on her stomach that night, her shapely ass gracefully curved over the pillow under her loins. That way the rush of air from the ceiling fan gave her a little comfort.

She had a strange dream that night. She dreamt about going on a journey to an exotic Asian country. She went sightseeing by day, with Maurice, but the nights were spent playing the most elaborate sex games. People seemed friendly, but they were also very cruel. Or were they just true to their passions? Men and women alike wanted her to dress like a slutty schoolgirl. They took turns in caning her bottom with an endless supply of slim bamboo canes. In the end Simone saw herself strapped over a whipping bench. To her left and right stood two tall Asian women holding single-tailed whips in their hands. When they started to crack their whips down, across her defenseless, naked bottom, Simone woke up bathed in sweat.

It was just a dream, she thought. She had no idea that her dream was going to come true. But that's another story.