The whip caught the youngster just below her breasts,
which danced delightfully as she wriggled against the ropes binding her to the
whipping post. The next stroke was higher, momentarily flattening her firm
thrusting cones and bringing a squeal of pleasure from her lips. Then John
caught her by surprise with a sudden flicking stroke that made the last two
inches of the fine leather lash pluck at her downy mound, jerking her sex petals,
sending her into a quivering climax that was kept going by three more
titillating strokes over her pube.
Her mother stepped forward and took the whip
from John. "Beautiful, John! But now it's my own turn. I can't let her
have all the fun, can I?"
The man smiled. He was tall and well built,
the muscular shoulders rippling as he reached up to unfasten the young girl's
wrists. He wore cream lightweight trousers and was naked above the waist. The
older woman looked at him hungrily as he released her daughter.
"I could have taken lots more," the
girl pouted. "Honestly Mummy, you are a spoil sport!"
"Be quiet, Cynthia. Get dressed now. You
can watch John whip me ..."
"The post, Lady Jane, or on the
couch?" John smiled.
"The couch, dear. And you must rape me
when I have been beaten ... ooh yes! Hurt me, John. I want to see the
marks."
"I never get raped! It's not fair!
"
For Lady Jane, the young man used a heavier
plaited whip, supple and soft so that it would not cut but solid enough to
raise bright pink weals when it landed. He tied the
naked woman face down on the couch, then applied twenty hard strokes to her big
white buttocks. She whimpered after the fifteenth stroke, but never yelled.
He turned her over, this time with her legs
apart and worked on her large breasts. She squealed as the heavy lash crushed
the over-ripe melons. Of course John preferred the daughter, but it was no
hardship beating Lady Jane. Her body was still shapely even though running a
little to fat. When he started to work down her body
she really yelped. He put four or five strokes between her thighs, then dropped
his pants and climbed on to the gasping woman.
She begged him not to rape her, but this was
all part of the act.
"I'm a virgin!" she cried as his
penis slid easily into her big wet cunt.
"You won't be when I've done with you! " he grunted, sounding violent and ruthless. She came
almost at once and he pretended he had climaxed as well, although it had been
too fast for him.
Cynthia watched the performance with glittering
eyes. She would have given her last penny to be under that sun-tanned muscle
man!
John left Lady Jane roped to the couch.
"I'll use the brands on you later," he growled.