The big house was shuddered in silence. Snow was falling, blanketing the darkened
mansion and its expanse of lawn in a crystalline sheen of white.
Nadia Bartok lay tightly bound to the corners of the bed beneath her husband. Her
legs were spread painfully wide and she was butt-plugged and filled with throbbing cock.
She didn’t complain. To complain would mean another whipping, which would be much worse
than the one she’d received earlier in the evening. The wet, searing pain in her buttocks
and thighs was slowly being edged away by a surging wall of sheer anticipation. His pulse
excited her, his animal heat warmed her and the stark intensity in his dark staring eyes
frightened her. After ten years of marriage she knew she’d always be afraid of those cold
glittering eyes.
“I’m on a perfect high, Nadia. Every nerve is singing. A good whipping does that
for me. It’s like I can hear the sound of falling snow.”
“Victor, my darling, it was a wonderfully thorough whipping. No one can administer
discipline like you and you always punish me when I need it. Will I get in trouble if I
say you have the biggest cock in the world?”
Victor laughed. “Is it bigger than Ed Harrison’s?”
Nadia blushed like a school girl. Ed Harrison was a brute compared to Victor.
“You’re much bigger and better looking, too.”
“That was a perfect answer, Nadia. I’m giving you a reprieve.”
“Oh, Victor…”
She lifted her head and kissed him with her open mouth. His weight and the swell of
his cock aroused her, obliterating the pain of her crimson weeping lash marks. She smiled
easily at her husband. With the tip of her finger she traced the arc of his lips, the hard
edges of his cheeks. His raw strength made her squirm with delight.
“Elena called me today.”
“I thought she might. What’s she up to - no good as usual?”
“She has no place to go.”
“So why else would she call?”
“Victor, please don’t be so harsh. She’s only eighteen. We…I can’t let her-”
“She has to learn her place.”
“All she has left are the streets. Will you please take her in?”
“If I do, you know I won’t spare the rod.”
“Of course, darling.”
“If she fails me, it won’t be pretty.”
Elena closed her eyes. “Yes, I know that.”
“And you must set an example. If you fail me, I swear you’ll follow your sister
into a place of continuous punishment.”
“I would expect no less, darling. Your unrelenting expectations and your discipline
make me proud to be your wife.”
“It’s settled then. You may call her.”
She imagined the expression on Elena’s face the first time Victor took her up to
the room in the attic. Elena’s ripe mouth would form into a perfect O the first time
Victor applied his implements to her plump backside. That same petulant mouth would soon
find itself wrapped around her husband’s swollen cock.
They’d been married ten years and Nadia still struggled to get her lips around her
husband’s fat cock. Her efforts never failed to make him laugh. Elena would be a respite -
an amusement for Victor. If he allowed it, she might even have a plaything of her own. His
cock slid out of her, leaving her with a singular feeling of emptiness. The huge tip of
his cock nudged the glimmering folds of her sex. He grinned down at her.
“You enjoyed tonight’s whipping. You never once screamed. Next time I’ll make it
less pleasurable so that you scream for mercy.”
“I love being whipped.”
“You’re plumping out, girl - especially in your hips and tits. Your tits are
getting huge. I don’t know how you manage those huge tits and still maintain such a small
waist. Whatever it is, it pleases me.”
She giggled. “Elena and I have our mother’s genes. Wait ‘til you see her. I haven’t
seen her for months, but it was clear then she’s going to be bigger than me.”
“That bodes well.”
“What will you do with her?
“I’ll begin with the usual; harsh and strict discipline.”
Nadia let out her breath in a long sigh. “How long will she be with us?”
“Until I’ve found a suitable young man and arranged her marriage.”
“Sounds like deja vu.”
“You’re the big sister. You know the drill. Take your hairbrush to her backside and
spank her unmercifully. I’ll show you how to properly whip her into submission. I want to
see tears of remorse. If you do well, I just might let you take her to bed. ”
Nadia shivered and wriggled her toes. It was more than she’d hoped for. “Thank
you,” she whispered.
Victor’s cock-head abruptly slipped between the outer lips of her sex. As her
filled her again and she fell into a dreamy pleasure-state, she wondered if Victor
actually knew how much she yearned to spank and fuck her younger sister. When Elena came
into their home Victor would be her disciplinarian and she’d certainly ride and suck his
cock. Nadia herself couldn’t lift a hand without his approval. But now it seemed she was
going to share in her sister’s training.
“Will you take her to the attic?”
“Of course, it’ll be a nice surprise for her.”
“I won’t breathe a word.” Nadia cooed, so weak with pleasure she could hardly lift
her head.
He pushed himself into her then, with such force she eagerly lifted her hips into
his cock and screamed in pure ecstasy.
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