Punishment and Submission

It was certainly not the first time he saw her, but it was surely the first time you looked up close: soft pink slit, surrounded by a thick black hair, fragrant, fresh, inviting him to ... and he had stuck his thing , with great enjoyment. Fortunately, he had pulled out just before it would throw all that stuff whitish. But only because he had asked him to Camille, if it were not for him, we would leave him for eternity.
And now paying the price. That witch had revealed to his mistress all they had done together, down in the greenhouse and aunt had seen fit to go out to shop, leaving him alone ... not that Monsieur Jerome, or aunt would have been more tender, but, at least , would not have to suffer the shame of being spanked by her cousin!
Alphred twitched again. He had sworn that Camille would not have had the satisfaction to hear screaming and tried in every way to keep the oath. Sure, it was difficult endeavor that was his cousin, the tormented and ass, if he gave a strong boost, the node was to hit well in front, right at the base of the thing which, oddly enough, was rising and stiffening. The other, Camille, who was still in front by holding his arms, and did not notice just a smile. The last burst coincided with a new surge. Camille let go of his wrists Alphred; was his turn now.


She had been beaten for having bought one, put cap, because due Arletty would get away with? Perhaps it was better that her daughter's stepmother? No! the girl would have felt the whip, he would have had to endure what they had been forced to suffer the wife of his father, of course, to a certain point, however ... incest is a mortal sin! Brigitte licked his lips, satisfied seeing her husband return with the long wand in his hand, Arletty, however, felt his forehead. When Dad had that expression, there was no joke. I only hope that the presence of Brigitte would slow down the arm. It did not. The girl noticed it since the first rap, blamed himself for not having thought of putting something, maybe padding under her skirt, and he left, however, the simple and fragile breeches. A whistle and a thud, a thud and a whistle for ten, a hundred, a thousand times, a grimace of pain, for ten, a hundred, a thousand times. For Arletty, facing the wall, ass stretched apart, seemed not to have to go on forever

It was not the usual service, was sure of that. There was neither the largest nor the enema Perucca cleaning small, in that room. What he wanted from her, then, ma'am? When Roxane told him, was deeply disturbed by Amelie: never mind, she had never even had children. But she understood, fully understood: Roxane it was in the same condition. In the closet there was an accumulation of things, mostly useless. An old sieve almost fell on the head when he opened the door, found him at the end: Easter was the great cleaning that had not been Already in use. Heavy, the big shovel, sturdy. Would be fine, just fine. Amelie returned to the bedroom, squeeze the handle with both hands, handle too big for her, but long fingers. The lady had already prepared: a pillow under the belly, in the middle of the bed, his hands clutching the bars of the back, pulled up his shirt to his back, turned his head away, as soon as he came in Amelie. The mature maid stood beside the bed with her legs spread and raised quite high above the head, the big beater.

Do not hold back any longer! But he had supported the heavy and muscular arm just above the kidneys, immobilizing the body with its own weight, and the right open like a shovel, continued to strike the bare buttocks. And do not stop anymore. Jo tried to struggle in vain! Georges spanking good buzz, as he had never done before, the few times that she had given him and he continued, continued, continued. All that part of the body of Jo, strange to say!, Had become insensitive to the great pain. He stopped, she hoped. But it was only to catch his breath, either. The arm rose again and returned lower ada: the music had started again!

Pierrette was more than satisfied. To be small, it was: mica as big as that of Jean. However, was that of her husband, the man who had chosen before God and before men! And she also felt pleasure, pleasure is not only physical. Moment of passion was well worth the price she was paying for! There was no need to take off her panties for her: that lay neglected in the middle of the bed unmade. He clenched his knees with your fingers: it was ready! The belt whistled through the air ... Marcel


The mistress had never done so badly before, his fault or the fault of that piece of rope that was use it? A big thick rope, thick so much, that it swept relentlessly on the backside, as the first had fallen on to Alphred. It was always more harm; apparently made out of fire, not hemp. Now the hard crest of white hair was holding slipped away, the face of Camille, her cheek resting on the table, had to be red, almost like the rear of the target string and the heavy end node, which, depending on the violence whose vibrato was shot, was to strike the inside of the thighs ... biting atrocious pinch sensitive skin.

The German opened his fingers tap dancing and fell to the ground. Arletty stood up abruptly. Even this humiliation was missing! It was his father, just his father, forced her to lie down on his knees with his stepmother and had always been to keep his hands still, while the German pulled up her skirt and tore, tore yea!, Panties. And that awful leather paddle on her thighs aching: fire was added to the fire! Indecent, now bare pubis showed well his dad, but he had to rub my butt so much offended.

Josephine wept bitterly, not so much the pain but for the humiliation to which he had brought to shame. He took her like a beast! He had forced on all fours, he had grabbed him by pulling the pelvis, buttocks burning in contact with those disgusting and hairs ... and ... Never again, never again, swore Josephine.

First crush seemed like an omelet, then came back up like a souffle and became increasingly pale. The beater was a bad thing, unfit to spank: The ass of the lady, the expert noted Amelie, soon it would all be blue, red would disappear soon. He wanted her, however, I ordered it, sighed as the servant Amelie Replace the beater in the closet.