Punishment and Submission

Tristan was the one with the most immersive experience Spanker that ever lived. To tell the truth not only from the point of view of the lost lover and the like but from every point of view.
But let's start step by step. Maybe I have not said that I travel extensively for work, in fact I am in charge of risk assessment and fire damage of major industrial plants for the insurance company. In April of 1978 I was just viewing for a large sawmill near the village of *******. The director and the 'managing director, the attorney Silla, were showing me the factory belonging to the family of a luminary of medical science who died tragically two years ago in a car accident with his wife, when we crossed the owner, Tristana, daughter of the late Prof. Malombra, so I presented her with a tone that, now I remember, he got suddenly serious concern and veiled, the lawyer. Silla. The young woman of 25 years, she was beautiful, a beautiful and disturbing magnetic. Long hair, light blond, almost platinum, big eyes, dark gray, piercing eyes. The small full-lipped mouth was adorned with bright red lipstick. I smiled slightly. A sweet smile unintelligible and enigmatic at the same time. I remember that first meeting, as if it had happened just an hour ago. After a brief exchange of pleasantries I left with the director and lawyer. I knew, even without seeing her, that she was following me with his eyes. Well, for several days I could not help but think of it. Information about her first assumed by some acquaintances, and then quietly in the country, but nobody could give me accurate information. I knew only that a girl Tristana was very reserved, rarely to be seen around. He attended the University for some time but had not graduated. It seemed to be little interest in the sawmill, but no one knew exactly what they do. Do not you know no boyfriend, or otherwise, if there was no one had come to know and certainly was not there. He had never bonded with the people of ******* admitted that he had ever connected with someone. It was certainly beautiful and rich enough, not rich, but it certainly was a very attractive morsel for a good marriage. Two weeks after the first meeting I went back to the sawmill to sign the insurance contract. Tristana was also present at the signing. I had a sinking heart. She wore a simple gray suit. Despite the heels, not to exceed without shoes to guess the five feet. He never spoke for the entire duration of the meeting but felt that his eyes were almost constantly to me. I've never been very handsome, tall and well placed in his youth, but all there. What can I say? Elective Affinities? Animal magnetism? for some reason I like them. Women for me were and remain an unfathomable mystery.
After the signatures and the toast Tristana took me aside and with a voice soft and childlike invited me to tea with her the next day. He had to expose myself important questions very private, he said. I tried gently to camp (in my heart I was happy to accept) some excuse about pressing work commitments but his voice dry and hard as the previous "--I will not accept waste" under the guise of kindness made me immediately desist.
Tristana lived outside the country, in an old mansion of the XVII century neo-Gothic style which was in a state of repair is not quite optimal, as I observed immediately with a professional eye. The ivy was slowly enveloping the entire building. The crumbling walls were blackened, possibly from the smog, the whole building had a sad and gloomy. The girl's grandfather, known king of the black market during World War II ^, l 'had bought for two pounds from a Jewish family fled to Switzerland. Rumor had it that the house would bring bad luck to its inhabitants. It seems that the place where it was built two witches were burned at the end of 1600. All nonsense, superstitions yokels, I thought then. Tristana lived there alone with an elderly housekeeper while the Belgian 'second childhood that she spent her time knitting, knitting and listening to music: mostly French songs and operas of Wagner. Moreover, it was half-deaf. You can imagine the effect of the equation equal hearing Wagner's music blaring over dusty and scratchy turntable on the host for the first time crossed the threshold of that place. No, definitely not the place I never liked.
We had tea in the room of Tristana. The girl was in her robe, the garment was a rather heavy fabric for the season. I understood only later that he was completely naked beneath. The situation seemed to me rather uncomfortable from the start but I imbarazzai even more so when the hostess poured me half sugar pants. Was profuse in his excuses, but it was obvious that he had done it on purpose. I pulled the chair from the table so I could clean better but Tristana not let me in, and vigorously brushing his hands ended up concentrating its efforts there. At some point as an experienced diver I gaff and pulled the eel out of the cave. The fingers of his right hand enameled in black grabbed my penis and began to beat him up and down with a slow pace. For a moment, muttered "-Miss Malombra, please ... -" Then, when the rod disappeared into the mouth of the pretty young I did not say any words understandable. We made love furiously, Tristana proved to be a wild cat insatiable. I bit his shoulders and scratched his back almost to the blood and penetrate the buttocks while lying on top of her. After sex she fell asleep curled up in fetal position. It seemed like a very young and defenseless child. I filled my nostrils the scent of her soft hair. I studied the small pointy nipples large breasts by as wild strawberries, the perfection of the knees and feet, and especially the nice little round ass and hard as marble. I imagined her lying on my knees, spanking full force and needlessly kicking and screaming moans and entreaties vain and immediately awoke from my stupor cucumber. I looked around. I had not noticed before but the whole room was full of dolls. From every angle, from all the shelves, the cabinet of a ridiculous pink-painted furniture, hundreds of dolls of all shapes and materials were watching, I looked at an alarming rate. There was something morbid in this. I dressed quickly, I was confused. The woman appealed to me as it had never happened before but at the same time I felt something indefinable that disturbed me. Then it was that tied me to Tristan for the next eighteen months. Tristana appeared out of nowhere. He was standing in front of me. She was wearing a purple shirt, but was still naked from the waist down. He handed me a large and thick black leather belt. "- It was my father, it is with this that corrected me when I behaved badly. I've been a bad girl, I must punish! - "I could not believe it, my fantasies were coming true for her as if she had read my thoughts. "What makes you think-I like these jokes? -" "- And that's all I know -" was the laconic reply. A moment later Tristana was kneeling on the bed bent elbows. I strap on bare ass and back of thighs firmly, methodically, without giving her respite. "-Your father gave you so strong? -" "- Oh no, rookie, much stronger, you can not do better? -" Shot in my pride I lost more quickly, without mercy. The buttocks were already bright red. "And you liked it-it's true, ugly slut? -" "-Ouch! AHII, be, I liked! AHII, enough!, AHII, again, please, AHII! I bathed and all ... Ah! Ouch! I'm wet! Noo! AHII! Again! - "The butt was filling up with blue spots when I threw the belt and penetrated again, this time from behind.
Since the discovery of my appreciation for the lost, the time when I lived by his uncles, I had only three sporadic experiences of spanking, one with a prostitute. Nothing remotely like that I lived with Tristana, which is the most exciting experience of my life before I met my wife, shorter and shallower than the latter but certainly more intense.
Tristana was a real actress, from time to time embodied the naughty schoolgirl, the negligent servant, the slave of ancient Rome, the thief caught in the act. Hand, beater, spoon belt, whip, rod plant, hemp rope, all received on the ass naked and always strictly mercilessly. His plump, smooth buttocks bounced with such grace under the blows that seemed to dance. The girl was crying, moaning, begging and insulting. He had a remarkable resistance and excited, very. Wet between the thighs to capacity could not resist the temptation to masturbate in front of me obscenely, deserving further punishment.
Of course we were too much sex "normal" her mouth and her pussy was a real pleasure garden, a paradise of lust. He was also able to convince her to give me back the use of the little hole.
Outside of sex, however, things were not going well. Rarely were leaving to go to the movies or dining out all the couples as normal. Only once was able to convince her to get into a nightclub. He seemed to appreciate just a little theater. Certainly not comedy or cabaret. Only plays in dark colors like Macbeth or Hamlet. But above all that was wrong was his reticence. He spoke of himself unwillingly. He was vague about his past, about his studies, its previous reports, some of that strange passion 'obsession with dolls. Parents never spoke except to mention the educational methods of his father who, he said, had the whip on the bare ass until a few days before the accident, and Tristan had already 23 years. I do not insist too much with the questions because they seemed to irritate a lot. But all this secrecy would send me mad. Only once he hinted at something. It was the first day of our anniversary dinner and we had a little 'too much to drink. Tristana was pretty drunk. "- You know, hee, hee, hee! -" The child was really scary laugh, chilling, I guess. "- The doctor makes me take the yellow pills to make me feel good, hee, hee, hee! But I do not need it! There are no more mom and dad to break the boxes hee, hee, hee, I told him to leave me alone, but they ... nothing. And Dad gave me the straps on the ass ... and how he liked it! Hee, hee! Then the car went off the cliff ... bam! "At this point she began to cry. I was not much more sober than she, and not said too much weight to his words. When he was stripped naked and I found something better to do than pour champagne on her breasts and belly, and follow every single drop on his white, silky skin on tip of tongue. Sucked the small cup of wine from her navel and I forgot everything.
Another of his mysterious talent that surprised me was his singular knowledge of engines, really strange in a woman. Once we had stopped on the street because of a failure to my Beetle was she to quickly identify the problem and give the right straight to the mechanic.
Rarely slept together, and only after much persuasion on my part. I did not understand the reasons for its refusal and we had some discussion.
It had been about two months from the day of 'anniversary and the revelations made by Tristana under the influence of alcohol, when during an argument got out for the first time the story of the yellow pills. I did it without malice, without ulterior motives, but I did and soon had to repent. "You should take a dose-industrial than your damn yellow pills to calm down! -" I shouted. Tristana I glared at him. His eyes were so much wanted to incinerate them loads of anger. ". Who told you about the yellow pills?!, Who?!, Speaks bastard?! - "I was thrilled, amazed by the explosion of violence. He felt the shock and fear that they made their way inside me. "-But you, dear, it was you, the day of our anniversary, and ... -" Do not let me finish. Suddenly the knitting of the housekeeper who was present at the scene appeared unmoved in the right hand of Tristana. I pointed them in the throat and began to scream "- Bugiardoo! You're a liar!, Get out now! - ". I walked away like a whipped dog. For a week I did not see. Then Tristana called me apologizing for their actions, adding that the first time, at least up to two months after having met, had taken a mild antidepressant, the yellow pills, exactly, but now he no longer needed. He said in a low voice broken by sobs that she loved me. I let myself be persuaded and went back to her. It was instead the beginning of the end. The quarrels were multiplied. Once the sculacciai angrily from the walls using the buckle. The stool bleeding buttocks and thighs. She laughed and cried while the whip. The game was turning into violence. I left her in the care of the housekeeper that I threw continual glances of reproach. I felt guilty. From that moment I hit the most.
Even the sex gradually became less frequent.
His speeches became more and more disconnected, dissociated by the subject of conversation of the moment, delirious. Rather than longing for what I felt was now Tristana affection and mercy, compassion mixed with fear. That woman was crazy. In the end I decided to end it.
At the last meeting, one in which I explained that our story would end there, Tristana greeted me dressed all in black, with beautiful hair in a bun penitential. Lacked only the tissue to cover her face and would be the perfect widow of the first half of last century.
This greatly increased my discomfort but did not stop me to tell you that I left. Certainly not in a direct way, I pulled out the usual crap on pause for reflection, etc., etc., and a little 'I was ashamed, but my will could not be misunderstood. Tristana's reaction was surprisingly calm and civil. He said that once she realized that things were not working with us anymore and that it was best to leave as good friends. We toasted to their future fortunes. Then Tristana wanted to celebrate in a dignified farewell. In less than no time I had taken off his pants, dropped her pants and took his cock in her mouth. I protested that it was not the case, but when taken with the tip of the tongue to titillate the frenulum closed my eyes and I enjoyed the best oral sex of my life. I must have fallen asleep because I dreamed. I was in a dark room, or maybe it was a cave? There were only candles or torches, could not make out well, which illuminated the place badly. I realized I was naked, with his hands tied behind his back and a gag in her mouth. I was kneeling in front of a strain. From the darkness emerged the figure of a Monaco with a large pointed hood which concealed his face. He walked up to overtake and pulled back the hood. Tristana was. His face was deformed by a sneer and cruel. He grabbed my penis and positioned on the block. The terror came over me. Cape from his right hand he drew a welcome. When the lower it got up to the glow on my penis on the blade of light blinded me. I woke up screaming. I was in bed in the room of Tristana. My dick was still in place but Tristana kept him firmly in hand. She looked at me and his eyes had the exact same dream. The right hand held a pair of hedge shears with which cut up the air menacingly. "- You had a bad dream, dear? -" Exclaimed sarcastically. Then he grew serious. "- You can go," he "remains with me -".
It must have been the instinct of survival. With a presence of mind that surprised even me do not gave her time to sink the cutting-sferrai a left hook in the face that threw it back. I grabbed shoes and jacket, which luckily I had left documents and car keys and ran outside in his underwear. I rushed home and was driving like a madman by mere chance that the fighters or the traffic police not stopped me.
Two days later the lawyer. Sulla I phone to arrange a meeting. I went to his studio the next day. Finally learned the truth or at least a considerable part of it. Else had been (the governess) to warn him. Tristana was completely crazy. Bipolar disorder, the lawyer explained to me, with incipient paranoid schizophrenia. Over the past two years had been better, but now the disease was worse and it was necessary to admit the new Swiss clinic had a few years before had taken care of. The lawyer would follow the legal procedures for the ban on behalf of some distant relatives. It was a cordial conversation. The lawyer. Sella said almost smiling that his client would not have made a complaint to the master hand that had been sold. I had two broken teeth. Then he grew serious. The public prosecutor had suspected of Tristana for the death of their parents. A report had found that the brakes on the car they were traveling at the time of the fatal accident had been tampered with. He had not felt it highly unlikely that the poor had been unbalanced able to make such a mechanical intervention, for which he had closed the case. A shiver ran through my back, I thought the failure of the machine that had happened months before and the perfect knowledge of mechanics revealed by Tristana. Startled for a moment. I knew the truth but said nothing.
"- There's another bad thing, but I refuse to believe it-" continued the lawyer. "- Three years ago, mysteriously disappeared in these parts a Salesman. The last time he was seen was around in the company of Tristana. You know, I begin to think that the rumors about the curse that weighs on the villa and its abtanti have some foundation-". After a couple of hours I left with the promise that I would not have denounced the attempt to Tristana castration. She had enough problems.
I never saw her again. The latest news about her, I learned the five years after the events recounted. Tristana was all right, consistent with his illness, of course. It was still quiet in the clinic and lived in his crazy world, but perhaps finally clear. Only once he asked me.
I loved Tristana '. you. In her there is a part of me, mine is a part of her. Every so often I think with tenderness and almost with regret, I must be a little 'crazy too. Sometimes, however, the dream and I just do not. In the dream, Tristana is still beautiful. His piercing eyes and her radiant smile touches my heart. Then suddenly, the expression changes. The lips assume a mocking grimace of ferocity and in his right hand there are two long and sharp scissors. Then I wake with a start sweating and panting.

The last sentence echoed in the professor's head. The rocking
Arianna rocked the train for almost an hour but the girl
unable to sleep. It is constantly moving to sit on
look a bit 'of relief. Fortunately, it was given to
put the tights to get home so that some eyes
indiscretion could not see the bruises on my legs too, but
sit torture was still a small enough
keep her awake. The nylon stockings help to shield her
perfect, but "try", tanned legs, irritated further
flushed skin, and had the feeling that some small wound
began to stick to the fabric.
Autumn was coming and would start the final year of high school
Arianna, but the summer and had unquestionably
irreversibly changed. Now "services", as he called them
Christian, had become almost a habit and a little weekly
Once the parents had stopped to ask too many questions. In
especially her father had stopped. Arianna did not know what
Christian had told him or what he did understand, perceive,
but by that summer looks and silences of the father were
become unusual and disturbing. Arianna noted with interest and
The detachment with which he would follow to school some experiment
family psychology, as the father of that summer had begun to
look at his two children with different eyes.
With Christian was pronounced in a tone of camaraderie frankly
unbearable. Big pats on the back and full of grace
all. Christian was rejected at school, as expected of
the rest, but was still able to enjoy a week in Spain
friends, and Arianna had received top marks remain
home all summer under the control of the two males crossed
home merely a housewife sunbathing in the garden when
in those hours of peace when Dad or Christian does not saddled
some task.
With her father had changed significantly attitude stiffened
further discipline had now joined the usual behavior
a gruff, aloof disdain. Do not miss any occasion to
humiliate and treat it like a scoundrel.
"Perhaps they are simply because" it was called the resignation
girl. Obviously his mother did not notice anything. Neither of
orders that the two dry men of the house constantly imparted
the girl, nor the silence and downcast eyes of his daughter.
Responses humble and submissive, the constant "yes immediately," the
infinite "sorry Christian." She did not realize the frequent and long
Christian visits the sister's room, why would
noticed the looks "deep" her husband about their daughter. Not
could and did not want to know the lost virginity of the daughter, nor
gynecological visits, neither of contraceptives, nor the new
strange garments of her daughter. She had not realized all
these innovations, the changes that his beloved Christian had
"Contributed" to Ariadne during the summer.
He did not see these things, did not want to see them, she was distracted from
Hollywood Rum & Cola Fernet Branca and homemade. Slid
frequency credit cards in the shops of the center to keep
committed and not having to ask too many questions about the strange family
who was unfailingly every night at home for dinner.
One afternoon, by chance, had gone into his daughter's room
his absence to throw a few strange look in her
private territory in which the daughter he never left to enter
no.
Fortunately, two strong cups of good red wine before
visit, and three later, made the surprise more bearable and, if
possible, some 'less disturbing, but mostly not allowed
asking too many questions, and swallow a Tavor think of anything else mesmerized
Removed immediately in front of the TV the stockings of various
style, tights or those with certain unusual access roads, crushed in
drawer of the nightstand than its pale pink bedroom as a child.
Crumpled along with garter belt and panties very small and
clear why he had seen. Did not ask too many questions, even
probably because if it was not in perfect shape
would be able to shake his imagination enough, on that short
whisk in the bottom of the drawer black shirts. Then a box
yellow on the bottom of the cabinet, the size of a box
shoes, caught his attention, but fortunately for her it was closed
from a padlock-shaped tiny teddy bear. Happy not to
to discover what was mysterious in that box, the mother
could place it in the exact place in the living room and go stealth from its
consolation which often leads faithful friend visiting from that of
Montalcino.
Arianna opened the box rather than often in the evening, when he knew
not having to wait for visits by Christian. Shut up and locked the
door of his room and sitting on the bed, opened with his
tiny key which he always kept with him.
Her brother called her the box of wonders and Arianna
did, after all, share that little with Christian
secret. "In spite of everything" because in reality, the box of wonders
was born that summer as a frightening weapon of blackmail on
against. Christian will put some photos, which had negative
hidden somewhere that said a lot about the changes
Arianna summer. They were assured that Christian had
constructed in order to enjoy and to enjoy the services of the girl
long and virtually no limits. Aside from the fantasy. Together then,
Christian made her place in the box other small tools
that were part of the qualities of his beloved sister, a vibrator,
a mouthpiece in leather, some tweezers and two handcuffs. Arianna
these objects did not like at all and always remembered and
adolescienziali invariably long afternoons, and sometimes
also mature male experiments on his body. But the photos. Of
Arianna picture was somewhat inexplicably, almost proud.
Some Polaroids were almost all poor, but some,
taken and developed by a friend of a little brother 'elder
were almost artistic. Or so at least he saw Ariadne. The girl
often related to diving into the gory memories, but always
exciting. It was that strange excitement, now a
pleasant habit which mingled sense of "dirty", limits and
to break the rules, things to hide secrets. Was
that sense of irresponsibility that the child happy and caught
when it was put on all fours, when the humiliation
melted in immodestly moods, when the pain of
The punishment seemed the right atonement.
Was simply in a naked, standing, hands behind his back,
look slightly low. Almost a photo catalog of offerings.
While another was obscenely exposed, on all fours,
photographed from behind. The flash lit up livid red stripes along
round buttocks: the unmistakable traces of a belt.
The photo of shame, the most infamous sin, perversion more
temporary turbidity had a timer that crystallized
Arianna feet, torso bent over a table, her thighs open,
hand that crushed brutally by Christian face on the mahogany
noble family in the living room, the little white panties stretched down
above the knee, and Christian, smiling toward the goal that
pushes his cock inside the kidneys to his sister. So Christian
would seal the deflowering of Ariadne, after a long afternoon
amusement, exercise, exploration of the fingers and the
language on the lips, nipples, small hole on the back of
sister. After endless comfortable using the language of the girl
Christian throughout his body decided to "take" her sister.
Without advance notice of anything, tending rather to capture
the unrepeatable moment.
Arianna remembers that picture and those moments and can not
not look excited.
In another picture she is fully clothed from behind, but in
kneeling in front of a fat man who smiles Blessed lens.
The mechanic's blue overalls open in front, the zipper that opens
far as it goes, you can tell, the mouth of Ariadne. One of
"Servizietti" that Christian made her pay for adults
unknown outside the small group of kids around the strettosi
masochism of the girl, and carefully chosen so as not to
stir up a scandal. Services painful, because adults Arianna Take
he did not feel that sense of lightness and child did not feel
"Take care" of the small creatures that, as so obscene and
extravagant, had need of his care ... and in sbrigatività
the safety of those members of the larger, more wrinkled and fragrant,
she caught only a desire to abuse his body,
"Use it" as a piece of meat bought at the market.
But Christian, the master, he needed money for his scooter
again, its joints, even for a few hasty intercourse with
some Slavic picked up on the sidewalks in the suburbs ... was not
easy to train her to prostitute herself to strangers, as
selected and at home. The first few times he had to whip
blood sister, until the pain seemed to overflowing by his
body and turn it into an object, you could also use to give
a stranger. Those were the few times I had to tie
the sweet sister to a chair, his arms and legs wide apart and
chained to the radiator or the leg of the bed, her hair gathered in
braided and tied the hands held behind his back so
them whip their breasts without risking to damage the face.
There were times when even the masochism of Ariadne, his
unconditional devotion had been exceeded by the suffering
burning, and found herself yelling insults at brother,
curse him and beg him babbling incoherently and in a state of
raving a prelude to the final surrender, those words
would pay to sell themselves once more to the mechanical or
lawyer or accountant turn.
Yet as she found herself lying on all fours or wide legs, penetrated
the fuck out of turn, all the disgust and bitterness, all the horror
degradation in which she was sinking were not exempt from a
strange sense of pride ... to what? Arianna could not tell
accurately, but perhaps it was the bizarre relationship that the
tied to his brother, the way in which they had built
"Together" (as she liked to think), the cruelty with which children
subjected to the toughest tests for his whim ... of
Indeed, he thought, that none would ever have given him what he
was giving her.
The professor was the only client of the girl, forced to
attend a couple of times a month in exchange for some sheets
fifty thousand. It was an old sadist, full of magazines in the drawer and
pictures recorded in the memory of your hard drive that would
led to spend some time in the nation's prisons, if the police
I had learned. Christian had judged it to be
reliable enough to enable him to attend his sister
regularly, and bad enough to contribute creatively to the
his "education": the professor who beat and humiliated with
anger, unspeakable applied anywhere and complex tools,
dress up and photographed, put it to the test with ever new
expansion of its holes, astonished her teaching her to always exceed
new threshold of pain.


Arianna got off the train and headed for the bike. He tried just
to stand but contact with the seat was unbearable for her
inflamed behinds and decided to walk to take your bike
hand. It was a beautiful day in late September and the girl
took the opportunity to enjoy the gardens and the avenue that separated her from
home. He knew that once she got home, most likely
would find her brother waiting for her. He also knew how it would
Christian ended up with: became aroused a great deal more in
feel raw and detailed accounts of the afternoon spent with the
professor and beloved sister and the patient would be given the task
to calm him down. Almost always with the mouth.
A few hundred feet from home Arianna heard from his arrival
behind the noise of a car slowing down. He turned: it was Charles.
Her heart leapt in my throat from when he gave that famous hole
Saturday evening, which began the second life of Ariadne had not more
spoken to. The ostentatiously ignored. Ariannna tried
on some occasions to send him messages of apology
through a friend, but the ambassador returned to her reporting that
Charles replied with a shrug, saying he did not
care about. In the days after the girl did not have much time
to reflect on how to retrieve the Platonic Love
impossible, as it was taken in that intense training course
which had forced his brother throughout the summer.
Arianna felt perfectly redness and inflamed face
Charles approached the beautiful and tanned, smiling from his BMW
a cream convertible.
"Hello Arianna, how long ..."
"Hello Charles .... what a pleasure to see you."
Arianna smiled trying to take a peaceful attitude
safe while within her exploded embarrassment. He did not know what
think, how to behave, what to say. For the past three months was a girl
a double life: very good at school had started last year,
of the mature, gradually closing in all friendship
also to avoid any unpleasant crosses with his second life.
Christian had gradually subjugated and excluded from life
Social checking them every moment of his life, had
transformed, shaped. Arianna liked to think that her brother
had simply pulled out his dark side. It probably
was. He often posed questions about the true reasons for his
absolute subjection that if initially looked like a game, a
Infant blackmail, it was gradually transformed into something
deep, complex yet natural. And 'crazy to say
Arianna course but I really felt his brother and subject
lived his gradual transformation into a slave and a
whore like something that ultimately felt right and
natural. It was one thing to spend a weekend of incredible sex,
albeit perverse and incestuous. Another is to see their lives
turn, have the exact perception of a continuous and progressive
acceleration, like a steel ball on an inclined plane
to absolute and conscious perdition. See if the same change,
Becoming a woman in an absurd way, even learn to eighteen years a
mercenary use of their bodies, live each day looking
in order to overcome new obstacles, new breaking taboos. It
worrying less and less of the rumors, gossip.
In fact, remember the looks, expressions, cocks, the smells.
Browse fantasies, fixations of children and
men who crossed. Play every day to hide small
precious bruises from prying eyes. To invent alibis and excuses for
increasingly complicated rituals which forced his brother and
his friends. In front of excited to discover a vocabulary of greek
while her mind went back to the leather and the metal a few hours
the first were forced into complicated and obscene postures. Experience
subtle excitement of secrecy, the increasingly large distance
was separating his two lives.
Charles smiled gazing throughout the body and Arianna, almost
instinctively held out his hand in a gesture very formal: too much for
the occasion. The boy shook his hand vigorously: "you're missing
After that hole that you gave me long ago ..... you closed
convent? "
"No excuse .... is that ..... I would have been felt. And 'I thought
I was pissed at me. "
Ariadne tried to take a more informal tone, also using
a few words more freely, but her voice was trembling and had no
no idea what to say.
"I can offer you an ice cream so we made peace?"
Charles spoke to her approaching, the tone was more than friendly, almost
amused, curious, weird. Arianna did not know what the escape, not
could understand that kind of feeling as he felt it
approaching and touching her shoulder said, "by not doing the
precious ...."
The stare into his eyes, his face just inches from his.
Now Arianna began to focus: it was the attitude of
swagger that served to hide the embarrassment. Then a hand on
shoulder and a light pressure nearly invisible to
push it towards the machine. The girl did not have the time
wonder if this feeling was not only his paranoia
dictated by the guilty conscience that Charles threw out a line that
froze, "you seem to have a lot of little things to tell."
A huge bowl of ice was slowly melting before
Arianna while Carlo sipping a gin and tonic without fixing it
smiles. The tension was palpable and the girl seemed to ruin all
attempt to defuse. The words of Charles in the circled
concentric circles ever closer links between allusions and half-sentences
Arianna reality of yawning when she tried to escape:
evidently had leaked something, or at least knew Charles
suspected.
"I've heard strange things about you from our mutual friend"
"... And who would?" He stammered, just stirring the spoon in
multi-colored mess of ice cream.
"You know him well ... it's your brother."
Bonk! The spoon falls to the ground, not without rolling on the skirt
Arianna kneading it with a nice patch of ice cream.
"We've known for a while '... the other day and I came to find me
recounted the strange explanation that could be imagined of
I rip your tirasti and subsequent disappearance. "
"..."
Arianna wanted to get up and run away at least for the immediate relief
marked to her buttocks and tortured by contact with the hardness of the
wicker chair, at least to return home quickly and avoid
punishment or the father of Christian, at least for groped to escape
quell'insinuante from interrogation to hide at least
head in the sand again. Do not think that Christian has
found a new and studied them evil for evil, for
prove the submission. I've decided to take it into the
boy that she had continued to represent a range of
normalcy in the midst of blackmail, humiliation, torture
daily. I have decided that his mouth, her pussy and perhaps
his ass should also accommodate the man's member to whom she
contiuato had to think like a lifesaver. What has
also wanted to submit that part of her that had been
"Normal", which continued to devise its own body as a
valuable to donate to those who loved her.
And then, after some more vaguely to circumnavigate the object of his
desire, Charles was able to overcome its diplomatic and civilian
retention, "he told me ... but you know, in short, it is true ...... you ....
yes ..... that you are, you know ...... available? "
The plaintive voice of Ariadne left hand while torturing and, as
usual, he kept his eyes glued to the ground.
"Please Charles, bring back home to the bicycle."
The tone was not even nice, with a snap of the company Charles
calls and asks the waitress for the bill.
"So is it really true?"
He throws two bills on the table stands up and takes the forearm.
Arianna gets up quickly so as not to see too much of the patrons of the
ice the gesture with which Charles practically drags
output and a murmur: "I beg you let me go."
Arianna has got into the car shining eyes for tears and not
unable to say anything. Just a few minutes and a few isolated
located on the back of an abandoned building. Charles falls, turns
around the car and opens the door on the side of the girl
that goes without saying anything. The look of Charles has become hard,
Arianna remains motionless leaning on the side of the car, let
extensions to the light sweater. Then, without delay, the boy slips a
hand inside her blouse discovering her breasts. The breath of Arianna
Charles breath while ago, rather than having to transport than for true
kisses her neck down by a hand between her thighs. The slides
hand under the waistband of tights and get straight to the sex
Arianna did not even notice that the girl wearing the glue
directly to the skin without panties. And 'one of the fixations
professor.
For the girl is almost routine, a pleasant surprise for Charles.
Without paying compliments can turn your torso and place them on
hood of the car. With rage and breaking them free pantyhose
and crushed with one hand on the hood keeps your head to bend
better see the unusual spectacle: the two white and perfect buttocks
the girl is plagued by deep red streaks, some
slightly beaded with tiny spots of blood stale.
Arianna knows what is his duty: he has desired it still a Christian
Once on her knees, Christian wanted to bend the eyes and dignity
forcing her sister to the one offered by a bitch boy
from which pressing be loved and respected. Ariadne at that time
does not feel to bow to Charles, but to give themselves - and in a further
ultimate act of submission - the beloved little brother. He knows what to do, the
whip and the will of the Christian are training properly:
opens her thighs and put his hands behind his back. Charles stops
surprised to see the show and with one hand caressing that ass
battered.
Escapes him a "fucking ... but then it is really true."
A hand goes directly to the girl's wet sex. Arianna
Despite moves there is no strength that keeps her
crushed the bonnet, the turgid nipples are in contact with the
warmth of the metal hood of the car, while the training is
further open her legs and gives her a sense of degradation
a strange disturbance, as a principle of excitement. And 'question
of a moment, the sound of a zipper that opens and without unnecessary
delay the cock that makes its way inside her. At that moment,
with a flash when Charles pushes through with force
the bird in the womb, the wheezing stops in Ariadne
hard to say what he was trained to tell the males who
accommodate inside her, in front or behind, "thanks." And the humiliation
begins to dissolve the mood.
A word that Charles lost control completely. His hands
feverish run along the body of the girl to explore it,
forcing her to throw open her legs further, pushing them with a
palm of your hand back down and so immobilizzadola
completely. Arianna has the open mouth, the tongue between the check
pearly teeth. After a few minutes of nerve impulses and always
faster Carlo gasps a confused "I'm coming."
And on this occasion the answer is to that of Ariadne
comes from training, and a triphasic dall'anticoncezionale
absolute disregard of the child brother to the risk of
infections and diseases that could ruin his toy: "do
as well. "
Charles ejaculates inside the girl with a grunt of satisfaction
while Arianna is shaken by a silent but intense orgasm. Carlo
temples beaded with sweat, breathing a sigh of enjoying the view
that body at its disposal before detaching. Once extracted
the bird looks almost clouded by the madness of all that
has happened, Ariane gets up and turns around, his face is scratched by some
it dries tears with the backs of hands. She looks at her stockings
broken and rolled ankles and then fixing it looks Carlo
in the eye with the fury that store for vicious idols broken,
the bird tightly in his fist still hard to say: "Come here!"
Arianna Carlo approaches and takes a short front flap of the
blue pleated schoolgirl skirt and you clean the bird
estrremo as insult. "Your brother is right ... I have to thank him for
removed me from the balls of a bitch that I was falling in love.
I think that BMW gave away just to find the courage to
ask for a kiss ... and instead you're just a hole where anyone can
stick his dick! "
"Keep a bitch!" It slips in the pocket of her blouse some
notes for ten thousand. "Did you get yours, get in the car."
Arianna gets in his car, expected to rise even Charles. Holds the
looking down, watching the big pool of cum on the edge
the skirt. Think of the enormity that made his brother, the
at which evil has swept away the last shred of
his life as a girl 'normal'. Try to think of anything else, takes the
her purse and tries to wipe a tissue. It is free pantyhose
broken and, as Charles starts burning rubber, the stock exchange also takes a
pair of tiny panties and with some contortion can
wear them, between the sarcastic comments of the guy next to him: "you do, you prepare for the next love?"

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.

The clock showed just twelve thirty-five a.m., when it finally rang at my door the two guests.
"Hello Armando!"
"Helen, Dana ... come on, move! The code is already starting ... "
The TV was tuned to channel 37, a network of dubious origin and spread even more dubious, while the two of them steal away their coats.
The colors sparkled in teaching the program seasoned with a jingle in the background very cool, especially for those not familiar with English:
"Spank me ... I'm Bad-bad girl ... Oh ... my ... I'm Spenk bad-bad girl ..."
"It's about time you decide to create a serious program, instead of all those hackneyed show twenty years ago ..."
"Yeah, and once you make one, where the broadcast?"
"But on TeleXV Armando, of course! But then he realized what it means to 'XV'? "
"But I know that divaolo, the important thing is that someone has finally decided that my antenna to pick it!"
"Indeed! My house does not take it! "
"Come on, shut up! It's starting! "

The camera framed the center stage where a little man came out from the smiling face. Basset was just a hair tarchiatello, stretched a little mustache 'to Paolo Borsellino.
Greatly struck the eye a complete blue diamond and a red tie of the same feature.
"Welcome friends telespettarori to 'Right or Spanked', the new program TeleXV! I guess you're ready in front of the TV equipped with popcorn and drinks. So ... why wait? Let's go ... THE CONCORRENTIIIIIII !!!!"
Again the same theme music swung into action and the camera moved to introduce two of the pretty girls escorted by showgirls dressed provocatively by bunnies.

"Hmm ... not bad, the blonde!" Commented Dana provocative, peering sideways. I already knew what he wanted to hear, but I never was content:
"... It is not bad, but that was far better than last time ..." I said, downplaying the issue.

The voice of the viewer became the protagonist, cordially greeting the young, now taken over in whole without the dancers in the background.
"Here are the new stars of this evening, which will compete in a tight battle to save their buttocks and win the prize money they accumulate. They are with us ... "
"Elisa"
"Clare"
"Welcome to Elisa and Clare. Tell us something about you that may be of interest to our audience at home, which I hope will be numerous! "Announced the little man, handing the microphone to the first of two, a blonde that was presented through the first floor of the corner from his horse, eyes blue and a smile only seems shy.
"My name is Elisa, I am 22 years old, I apprentice in a hairdressing salon and greet my boyfriend, Andrew, I definitely will be looking at!"
"Your boy said nothing, knowing that you were coming here?"
"No indeed, he was the one to propose ..."
"Do you understand golosone ..." burst out laughing in the studio with the participation of the young. So there seemed to be an audience, even though he had never been framed.
"Why have you come to 'Right or Spanked'?"
Elisa learned a little 'surprise of few words hesitated and stammered, constructed entirely of embarrassment as a result of:
"Well ... I do not know ... Why not?"
"And our friend Elisa Nice ..."
The scene shifted to the presentation of the other girl, apparently a few years older, blacks loose hair, face a little 'more chubby but with two very significant green eyes.
"I ... my name is Clare, I am 27 years old, I's secretary in a transport."
"Your boy what did he say when -"
"Um ... I do not have a boyfriend, unfortunately."
"Ah! But I am convinced that after tonight, things definitely get better. "
"We hope!"
"Why did you come to this program? For the money or ... "
"O!" - said with a smile - "because you win even money?"
"Ah! Ah! Both the competitors have the right spirit, but now do not waste time! Because time is like a lemon .... STRING! Let's start with the game! "
Although a few were heard laughing in the background while the other drove off tune.

"What a joke you idiot!" Replied dry, with the annuizione of my guests piled one on my right and the other on my left side of the couch.

"And 'the proof of the pillory! The competitors will be placed in this instrument of public ridicule medieval behinds bending upwards. 10 questions will be made, where each correct answer will increase their respective prize money of 500 Euro, BUT!! If the wrong answer, or do not know the answer ... "At that moment he passed the microphone to the embarrassed blonde:" Well ... "
"Great! The first question was not answered! "
"NO!" Her eyes widened Elisa.
"Just kidding, I was joking. But if it was a wrong answer, our bunny located behind would give a shot with this shovel. "
It was a flat wooden spatula, about an inch thick to the eye, a light color.
"The competitors will have 2 Jolly can use to avoid the penance, but ..." and handed the microphone to the second.
"You have to undress the pants and then ... well, underwear."
"Correct answer. I remember that, unfortunately, for legal reasons, the contestants will wear a minitanga covering private parts, but the rest of the vision will be guaranteed! And now that the game begins, please sit down. "
The bunnies helped distendesi the first competitor on a kind of pillow to the abdomen which was installed on a structure designed to include head and hands.

"I hope that once you use the Joker, Elisa!" I said shamelessly to the two girls stood beside me.
"And our, Jolly, do not want to use?" Churches have to be slut with Elena, always with eyes turned to look my member.
"Oh yeah ... I'd use them now ..."
Dana spoke of the same race, who lost no opportunity to pursue us again, even more enticing my hormonal delusions already alarming state:
"And who would you use them? About me, or Elena? "
It 'very difficult for a man to make these choices ... it seems that the woman we enjoy wickedly, and so keeping cool is the one who knows who may have advantages in the near future: "On those who deserve them though!"
"And we deserve to?"
"Oh, Yes, Both!"

"Well! Elisa is your turn! Let's start off with the question number 1: The capital of Finland! "
"Oh my God ... .. Stocco was No, it was Sweden's ... wait, wait ...!
There was a clear pre-recorded sound of a girl as she shouts, almost horror film-aaargh! - Was the signal that the time had expired to give the answer.
"Ah! Helsinki was wrong ... We already have the first question ... So clear: accept so the penance or the first games Jolly? "
There was a moment of hesitation, which then followed the response that the public expected to hear, accompanied by shouts of incitement (and excitement): "I play the first Joker!"
"Very good! I pray our 'sculaccetta' to provide ... "
He saw then, a couple of young female hands covered with sensual white gloves lifting her skirt and hook them to the competitor tweezers prepared to do so, leaving the still image of the girl sitting on for a few seconds covered by a colorful striped panties very thin tissue, through which you could see the huge importance of the two curves and slot them in between.
"Restless. Now I will not stop until they err ... Question 2: Which Edict was put an end to Christian persecution in 313 AD? "
"Of Constantine!"
"Exactly! Question 3: "Dear So and so honest it seems, my lady when she greets others ..." is a sonnet in which it operates? "
"Divine Comedy". -Aaargh! -
"Wrong answer. Life was new. More and Dante Alighieri, however, is another novel. I remember that you can still play one joker, and that doing so would earn money anyway as if I had answered the question exactly. "
"The game!" There was madness in the studio, among other things incomprehensible, because that was the public face was the face and not the real object of interest, even if it was installed a giant screen that repeats the same images transmitted on the air .

"Well" I replied regardless.
"You are no longer in the skin, Armando?"
The squadrai. I betrayed my emotions. I tried hard to keep me and smiled, but did not answer. I scanned the corners of the huge neckline that made it appear the two enormous breasts. You probably noticed it. In fact, most likely.
We look forward to the night of sex that was waiting for me. But still it was not the right time: the foals were still warming up ...

White gloves were playing with panties elastichino the competitor, who drew perfectly content.
Then plan to plan, it was discovered sitting on the horizon as the sun at dawn, and lowered down inexorably to the knees. Whistles and delusions in the studio.

"We proceed with the questions, then. Question 4: How many z is written the word 'exceptional'? "
"Eh ... 1?"
"Exactly! Question 5: Which painter, considered mad, died by killing himself with a revolver? "
"EH?? ... As a painter with a gun? "-Aaargh! -
"Wrong answer, friends, viewers! It was the famous Vincent Van Gogh competitor is now left without any wild cards, and therefore will have to undergo the penance given to him by our 'Sculaccetta'. "
Set off a chorus in the studio: "ooooooooo ...."
The camera panned the butt that was shaking, the impact seemed almost impatient with the paddle that came early: SCIACK!
"Ahiiiii!"
And here came the chorus of public exultation left off: "... leeeeeee!"
"And that's just the ... inizioooooooo. Go to the next question 6: What musician wrote the 'Badinerie'? "
"THE badineCHE? And what the hell èEEEEEEEEEEE "(SCIACK!!)
"Wrong answer was Johan Sebastian Bach. Question 7: How are the basics of the Italian constitution? "
"No ... I do not soOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" (SCIACK!!)
"Evil, Elisa, bad! For you of course. I'm 12, but we go to question 8: how to calculate the area of ​​a triangle. "
"This is so: width x height, all divided by 2!"
"Ah! Unfortunately, the answer is ... correct! Ah! Ah! I have tried to intimidate you a little 'by the ... Question 9: According to Archimedes' principle, a body immersed in a fluid whole or in part receives a boost from the bottom to the top of what? "
"Equal to the object ... is to put ouch!" (SCIACK!!)
"The weight of liquid displaced, said that Archimedes. Now the last question: How do we translate in Italian the word 'Neck'?
"Wait, was also a singer ... neck."
"Yes, I think he had said before the gong. Ok: our friend Elisa has collected the beauty of 4 + 2 correct answers Jolly: total of up to 3000 Euros. But soon there will be the turn of the second competitor ... immediately after the counsel for purchases ... "

The camera shots looked exhausted but happy to Elisa. A light patch on his back made it clear to experts that the executor had not exaggerated the strength.
During this little break, I took with me to bring the body of Helen, absently stroking a breast.
"Armando, for if you're touching my tits?"
A moment's hesitation, then there was the assertion convinced: "Yes"
I could not make differences. I had dosed my energy and my attention to exactly 50% and therefore the other hand, he began tinkering with the other skintight jeans, my hostess, who promptly returned the attention, rubbing in turn.

"Welcome back friends to viewers 'Right or Spanked', the new program TeleXV! Our friend John has just scored a prize of 3000 euros in the proof of the Pillory, but now it's up to Claire, already put in place during commercials. Are you ready? "
"Yes"

"Well! We begin. Question 1: Which country is the capital Riga? "
"Hmm ... must be a Baltic country Latvia ... I feel ...?"
"Exactly! Good fortune is propitious to you ... question 2: The year of commencement of the French Revolution ... "
"Ah! Uh ... I can not ... "-AAAAARGH! -
"1789! It 'the first error, Clare! And now willing to pay the first lien or play Joker? "
"I pay a pledge!"
"Ah! I have a duty to remind you that playing the Joker, however, the sum would earn as if I had answered correctly ... "
"I know! BUT I want so ... "
"Sensational viewers friends! Our friend Clare has just agreed to pay penance. We provide then! "
The image time panned the face, concentrated in waiting until the eyes do not squeeze the obvious impact of the paddle on the ass.
"We continue with a question of literature, then: Who wrote 'Animal Farm'"
"George Orwell!"
"Exactly! Question 4: "As to be in with up between between" are all ...
"Uh .. prepositions? "
"That is correct. Our competitor is going forward like a train. Art Question: Who painted 'The Persistence of Memory' "
"Salvador Dali is my favorite."
"Exactly! Congratulations Clare! Now question 6: "Who sings the song Song of Silence!"
"Damn! I listen to just stuff ... do not know Italian! "-AAAAARGH-
"Thank goodness! Our audience at home was worried ... now pay even a token or wildcard the first game? "
"A question that we get here?"
"This was the 6 th"
"Then you. Playing the Joker! "
"Ah! Then it was all a tactic ... I pray our showgirls perform your will "
"Yes, with the pants of penance is less painful"
The camera moved in the back of the pillory, where the same hands lifted up her skirt unbuttoned his pants at the first competitor of the second, and then remove them. Below them were a pair of white panties embroidered with the rib. With the current situation could evaluate a muscular butt and not as large as feasible from the outset, surely the result of extensive exercises in the gym. It was perhaps even better than the butt of Elisa, but that seemed a little 'flaccidetto compared.

"The answer to the previous question was Simon and Garfunkel. Question 7: Who was elected president of the Italian Republic "
"Um ... I think the parliament"
"Yes, we can give good, complete response was" by parliament in joint session, "however we are not so bigoted to be ..."
He burst out laughing in the studio.
"Okay waived, and we continue with our game: 8 math question: what is to be given the value of Pi greek?"
"From what is given the value of Pi greek? But that question is that? "-AAAAAARGH-
"The time is up, but I can intercede for our competitors as demand was not written in a very understandable: I think that our authors intend to ask how it is calculated, then we will credit a little 'time."
"I do not know, however, in mathematics are a little 'alvor denied despite the game ... I do the second wild card."

Pants were almost hard to get, meeting the resistance on his muscular elastic. Beautiful.

"From the ratio of circumference to diameter of a circle. Question 9: with units that measure the electrical current? "
"Well, I think ... Volt. or WaAAAAAAAAAAAAAtt? "(SCIACK!)
"Neither the one nor the other: the correct answer was 'amp'. Last question, how you translate the Spanish word 'Nalgada'? "
"But who knows the Spain - (SCIACK!)"
The shot changed again with the little man approached the girl's face: "What did you just received?"
"Do not tell me ..."
"The word was just 'spanking'. Can you believe it? Sandro, as he scored our competitor? 3500? Very well! "
THE starlet helped to revive the girl, but give him no clothes lost during the game.
"As I appeared the first part of this experience?"
While the voice of Elisa began to describe his state of mind, the images of his performance were proposed again in dual view front / back with the help of the film editor.
"It hurts! I did not think so, but it was nice ... "
"And do you respond instead of our friend Claire?"
"But I think even worse ..."
"Yet another leaked images are ..."
"Well, a little 'you but ..."

Right now, it was hard to follow the images on the TV. My attention was directed to those 2 beautiful bodies that would soon be mine. There was a shudder inside me and there was no reason to hide it.

"And now is the time of the next game..."

It 's been a bit' of time from when Clare has suffered this punishment.
I tried to stay close to understanding what happened.
So much has happened and I need to tell the exact sequence of events, otherwise risk falling into confusion
As soon as the meal and after having had cleared the table, Claire went to her room, and only after having ascertained that he locked the door, he threw himself on the bed crying.
Extracted with difficulty from his cell phone pocket, where it has been scribbled spanking unjustly by his father at a certain Erika. Theorized then that was his best friend since the age of young girls are usually willing to tell certain secrets only to a special person.
While writing with the phone, the other hand continued to rub her ass the same way as he had done before: set off by the open palm of the buttocks on the thigh, then climbing towards the back so as to make the same leap buttock, Once the direction of the hand is reversed back down. And whined while pulling up in the nose .*

Also through his messages, I realized what was the root cause of all:
Um ... wait ... no! I changed my mind! I will not tell you everything! I will let you play little detective will tell you just how the clues are revealed over time, and when you think you understand you can raise your hand. The first information that I will give are those obtained via the mobile phone of Clare. Got it? (Ah, Ah, Clear / Clear ... Another of my horrendous jokes, sorry ...)
What was I talking about? Ah, yes! The box of the study! According to Clare, it has the function of being a small store of money liquids with a double compartment for coins and banknotes. Inside there was never kept a sum very large: in most cases it was necessary to put his hand to search such coins to the shopping cart, and then in order to provide a replacement faster than anyone money. However, this time the call was missing a total figure of around 30 €. The father was sure of that amount because he had taken something that morning.
Even Erika was in the mood Investigation: The proposed change to find it, so better to talk about it, as well as to save on phone bills narrowly enough.
Once arrived and made the niceties of the case he asked me something like: "why his father had just blamed you?" The response was immediate Clare:
"Well, under that desk, there were wildly crossed my slippers. You know, unfortunately I usually sow them around the house sometimes, and often I have to walk barefoot because I have not the faintest idea where they are finished. This time they were there, but if you do not remember where on the one hand resting on them the last time, I remember perfectly well that the other day I had no need to set foot in the studio: Well! Of course, it is possible that these strips have I lost them yesterday, but ... "
"And then your father believed that you had been to take that money and you are angry about this, so ..." he replied with meditative gaze.
"Um ... not really. Dad was at first just a little 'angry at the fact that the entire box was empty: the family as a rule, you should always leave something to moderate the collection to those who come after. However, it can happen that someone needs to get something more, and if you feel there are other problems. "
"Everything here, Chia? For what it's angry, then? "
"Actually, my father went on a rampage after the time when I denied that I was in charge of the incident, and the epilogue is what I have already told. Were you made me so bad ... look ... "To understand more precisely to her friend what happened was, it settled on the bed and slowly pulled the pants diseased tissue, which caused friction with the skin faces very similar to those seen for some time before the chair in the dining room. And now again lay bare to the eyes of his (two) observers.
It was as beautiful as a goddess. Still there were the marks left by the recent past that time would surely soon be erased as if it were sand exposed to morning wind. He tried to capture that look of shame doe without a hint of love that once received.
The vision of the skin red and sore, Erika came up with a lot of hesitation his hand compassionate, fearing that contact could cause you further pain slightly. Instead, the response was so sweet to the touch almost of relief, as if that hand possessed of some magical healing power. He put his other hand on her hair, caressing full of love. Clare was leaving to cuddle and comfort, you could read in his eyes that this was what he needed most.
Poor Clare's ass! I knew only by his outburst was even been spanked with her slippers. This was something new and intriguing, which explained the reason for that blush spread across the area with accuracy .*

Erika handed him questions while he continued to massage the young man seated.
"And then I'm sure: this morning I did not do anything but get up and go to school, and even yesterday I was very at home. I tried to convince Dad that the slippers had nothing to do with what happened but ... "
"... But he felt deny the evidence of the facts, it is even more angry than for the shortfall."
"It 'so, Erika! Ouch! "
"Sorry! Need for a creamy skin, Chia. Otherwise you will hurt even sit down. "
"Do not tell me! That witch my mother denied me even the possibility of putting a pillow under your chair before we were eating! "
"But you say? You have the cushions on the chairs in the dining room. "
"Yes, but that bastard my brother had taken it on purpose."
"What a bastard! Um ... you should andarti this creamy good. Indeed, it should just be ideal. He claims to be ideal for the skin reddened from the cold but it is also good for ... well, in short, that stuff ... Come on, that you now Were you the smears ... "
"No, come on, do not worry ... You were, I am alone ..." said a little 'embarrassed.
"Come on, come ... do you have so much wayward ... the courage to make me look so tanned, but watch to make you touch the shy to let you spread a cream? If you treat your boyfriend will not last so long! Lie to me I'll take good care of this little ass spanked her going. Hi! Hi! "
"You were, you put yourself there to pick me for the cu-uh-around?" His face took on the typical expression of someone who has just made a gaffe (Face to face ... I know, is another of my terrible jokes , but I swear that this time was entirely intentional)
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! You just take what's there ... And you're a little 'stops ... "*

He began to spread so damn erotic than the reflected light cream that undulated whenever the skin is folded ...
"What happened to that money? Someone has certainly taken them. Any idea?
"Nobody in the family claimed to have taken something from the box and who may have been actually I can not know for sure. Exclude, however, Dad: I can not believe he took the money and then I did this scene of the kaiser: was taken from early Alzheimer's disease? And then a professor as he keeps in mind that everything you spend during the week reminding even the pennies. Oh! Yes! "He made a grimace of satisfaction: the cream was actually giving the result hoped for soothing. "Keep it up, please ..." *

"And even your mom ..."
"Mom could even get them, though occasionally it does go to those places where they do not accept credit card, but she has categorically denied."
"Clare, at this point narrows the circle ... You are only four in the family, and if you have neither you nor your father nor your mother, may have been due to only one person who has passed your famous blunder smoother. "
"Well! € 30 at that age are so many. Damn! In the most recently is just behaving irresponsibly: you have no idea how many times I argued with him lately. "
"And this he has certainly not encouraged to come forward ... has had the good fortune that the slippers were there and not, for example in the kitchen and has not given up the opportunity to make you pay in some way."
There were some seconds of silence. Clare's eyes were peering at a point lost on deaf ears in order to focus better from a flashback from his memory, until a deep breath announced her to have an important revelation to confess:
"Wait, you were! I came up with a flash this morning while eating breakfast I was wearing slippers in the kitchen. "
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely! Awkwardly on the floor had been poured water from my idiot brother, and I remember it well beaten. Then I do not remember much, but it was almost time for school, so I think that I live in the shoe and go get changed. "
Meanwhile, lovingly rubbed the cream kept coming at the consolations of Erika.
Sometimes, to tease her a little 'and make them forget the problems, the hand slid around to the young butterfly, which was promptly defended by the legs with a playful tone that tried unsuccessfully to cause embarrassment.
"So what? How did they end up in your slippers? "
"But I know, I came home and I have not changed that my father has already received as well you know ..."
"And then someone put them there? Do not tell me it was your brother ... "
"But come on, take money from the casket there were never these problems, and then with what? Although there is a little 'time to time bitterness between us, I do not think I have the courage to make a scene like that ... he is my brother after all. But ... "
"But?"
"Last night we actually had a fight a little 'more heavily than usual, and he actually made me realize that somehow you would be avenged."
"Chia! The case is solved! It 'was him, he made sure you came blame and then enjoyed the moment when you were punished ... "
"I'm afraid you're right, You were! You say that his goal was I? "
"If you know enough about that bastard, with all due respect, it is likely ..."
"Yes, but how do I tell Dad?"
"But the Chia! Find out if the costs had recently made them and if you have proof that it was him. However, this will tell me tomorrow how it went. He made damn late! Come on, I go! "
How to put the point in that sentence, Clare dropped a slap on the right buttock of his friend, taken aback that he stood up with a surprised face. What I would give to have the opportunity to do it myself, but I have this obsession out of my head.
"Oh! But are you stupid? Do not just what I went through today? "
"Sorry I could not resist it ... all night ... I'll massage from one day come back to me ..."
"We can count," said lining and a kiss on the cheek. Then he walked to the door, turned the key in its lock and then greeted her friend .*

Left alone, stretched himself on the bed mulling over those slippers and who knows what ghosts. Then suddenly he got up and walked into what I found to be the room of his brother.
She found him listening intently to the walk-man that snatched when he knew he was not listening. It was already difficult to deal with such a discussion, let alone with someone who does not listen.
"Was it you? Confess! "Was determined to go to the bottom of that question, despite the shame had to rehash the past, but the injustice was to be even greater humiliation.
"To do what?" Said a surprised tone objectively constructed.
"You know! You took that money from the casket. "The war of words began
"No! It is not true! "
"We know both of you! I was not, even mom and dad. You can not be more than you! "
"Liar! Have you taken you "Neither of them fell back on its position. The discussion lasted in mutual accusations, during which Clare expressed all factors taken into account up to that point but suddenly turned in the direction of a CD case on the table.
"And this? And 'again! There you had it yesterday! I'm sure. "He turned to look at the cover price: 23 €. (Kill them how much they cost!)
Young boys have yet to learn the art of lying, will have a lifetime to learn to do it, his eyes downcast and his sudden silence betrayed his guilt.
"But if you really take that money, because you had to involve me putting my slippers there? Dad will have a little stressed out 'about spending money on a useless, but you would have done anything. "
He said, muttering a few words now with their backs to the wall "who usually loses the slippers around the house you are, and so it's easier than you left them in the studio by accident."
"BALL! Thou hast put them on purpose to escape to some kind of punishment. "
"No!"
"YES!" His voice grew louder and shrill, as if that tone somehow managed to injure his opponent, who did not answer, now defenseless against the evidence
"But the thing that most 'pisses me off ... WHY' you had to act like 'a coward? NOW LET'S GO TO POPE 'AND EXPLAIN THE WHOLE TRUTH' "The screams even on the walls trembled ... his brother was still sitting on the bed, until he looked up and vented so all the accumulated tension:
'WHY' You're a cunt and ... DO NOT GO THERE! Have you got what you deserve. "
Now the silence had fallen. The sister could not believe coming so brutally injured (Brutus was Caesar's son, who stabbed him to death and wounding ... I tried to make a joke, I do not know if it is understood. Oh well, no matter ...)
She could not believe that his brother had been able to show so much hatred against him, nor that he could not devise a plan so diabolical to get himself a difficult situation but just to be able to blame, perhaps guessing the overreaction of the father.
On the other hand, the brother was also taken him from fear. I do not know if it was guilt or fear of consequences: indeed his sentence was going to lose power while the spat, which is to reinforce the first hypothesis.
They spent ten seconds in which even seemed frozen breaths: after which Clare jumped on his brother, who tried to bring their hands to protect the face. He made time to hit a couple of times in his arms when the door suddenly opened, revealing the strict father figure.

When they had completed all visits, the doctor gave orders to bring the girls in their respective cells, accompanied by their master, and once locked up, to get in the pool on the estate!
Then he turned to Antonella said, you surround them, both now and later in the pool because you have to communicate the arrangements to make to your diet today that Brenda has not been visited, for the other girls from the same service available to our menu, for you I'll tell you later.
As you say, was the response of the other woman.
And left the library to accompany the girls to their cells!
Come, one by one they went into their cells in silence, and before the door was locked again, turned around and kissed the hand of their master.
Later, the ladies were accompanied in the pool.
Antonella, was given by Dr. Brenda menu.
For her it is not yet visited, a tablespoon of olive oil, salad-cut, mozzarella and tomatoes.
Two apples, and running water!
Immediately available from the kitchen to prepare everything.
Then he turned to the ladies said, then girls, force a swim can hardly get hurt, we do move the muscles, strength, keep the body toned.
March in the water !!!!!
in unison they all jumped into the water and began to swim. They left the first six, then as they reached the bottom of the tank, left the other six. As they came out again the other first.
By doing so the relay.
They made six pools all of them.
Even the ladies were naked in the pool, as was the doctor, his assistants, who were sitting on the comfortable armchairs.
As well as the twins they were naked.
He came to the lunch hour and all the guests were ushered into the dining room.
Lunch was always served impeccably by service personnel for the occasion and wore a white blouse, blue skirt, red tie and blue shoes with high heels and legs totally nude for ten.
After lunch, the coffee was served after the coffee beckoned to Dr. Antonella approach her!
As he came near the right ear whispering announced that Brenda was visited at 16.30 o'clock in the library before all the master, the twins and all his assistants.
So to be on time and bring it completely naked with his hands handcuffed behind his back and with the collar and leather leash long enough!!
Be accompanied by the Lord thy master!!
Do not doubt the answer was Antonella!!
Antonella went immediately from his master and told them what had been communicated to the doctor. The two sisters answered affirmatively and said that the 16.00 o'clock you would make to the barn to take over the filly to take the tour.
Just before 16.00 the three women took leave of their guests by telling them that they had to go to the barn to bring a mare to visit, and that they could move all the ladies in the library.
Soon after they went out to go to the barn. Arrived, the security door was opened and the girl as she heard the sound of the door opening is placed in the position he knew well.
Hands on his knees behind her neck, face the door.
As the door was wide open, she was given an order that brooked no argument Dry: hands behind his back. How to put your wrists in that position, were put in handcuffs and then a second-order bent forward and was immediately put the collar where there was already hooked the leash.
It was just barely pulled the leash and immediately followed the order: move !!!!! Followed by a nice pat strong and sound that arrived on both buttocks of her magnificent ass.
All four came from the place where were the stables, Antonella was in the midst of two sisters, Brenda and followed behind and on this occasion did not even have shoes.
Before entering the porch, with a jet of cold water, were washed their feet, she was given the order to wipe them and then went into the library, accompanied only by two sisters.
Immediately after they were entered, Antonella closed the door behind them.
Well, well, well. Said the doctor, here is one that we have not visited this morning.
Without hesitation he began to visit these immediately as that which took place in the morning.
After the visit, he gave orders to have it back in his cell. And before you get it out of Mrs. Barbara whispered in his ear, when you come back, I want to talk with you and Antonella in private study. I want to be related to the conduct of Brenda and how was his performance here in the estate.
How would you like lady doctor, was the response of the other woman before leaving the library.
When they returned, the doctor was already in the study and Antonella would report on the behavior of the girl entrusted to her by giving a good rating.
Well said the doctor, so I believe it can be said to be concluded here in the period of Brenda held on Monday may resume his duties in his place, while I believe that all other should be continued.
Antonella Well, you can go, now I have to speak privately with your boss, you tomorrow, you will be visited after all the staff ok?
As Mrs. Dr. command, was the answer.
As the woman was out, the doctor, paid to the two sisters said Brenda occasionally send me to my office that I want to have fun with her. I want it all to myself.
You will be served the dear friend of ours. Your wish is for us an order.
In the afternoon we made a long walk through the meadows of the great seal and the doctor, the permission granted to girls guests, along with their mistress.
Would in fact been kept on a leash and Benedetta took Barbara and Brigitte Brenda respectively. All the girls were locked up, even for the walk were completely naked. All the other hand, is dressed appropriately for the occasion.
The other girls came with the doctor, they also took part in the walk, but it took them all by hand as if they were couples in love.

Nothing serious, nothing that had not healed within a few days, declared Dr. Louison-Baquiera, after he had done Alphred play, but, Mr. Jerome said in a separate and very low voice, best not to abuse of such barbaric and cruel methods: poffarbacco, it was in the thirties!
Edwige Deveraux had a big laugh when she heard the diagnosis and medical advice and even Mr. Jerome, usually so impassive, permitted himself a grin amused. The whip, in their opinion, was the basic education of children. Frustali and do not ever bite the hand, like dogs.
Alphred, however, showed it to her cousin: it was still swollen and a little bluish, rather than at the tip was flayed, burned, but less than the previous days, when it was pee, but the doctor had said that he would remain normal. Camille was very happy with it, so that caressed it gently, for fear of hurting him. Of course, those touches prolonged, the thing to Alphred hardened again and the boy made a face.
A week before, my aunt had whipped in front and behind, because he, along with her cousin and her maid, had made of the Cossack and did not want to go back for anything to taste that terrible whip. With great haste, Alphred put it back in his pants.

Even the thing of Marcel, the carpenter made him so bad, on the tip, still had the gauze on which stood a pink spot. It's nothing, the doctor said, it happens to many, let alone a fimotico, which is also Monorchio traumatic. A stroke of a scalpel and passes everything. Yes, but the cut was quite painful and the wound not yet healed ....

Amelie dell'enteroclisma introduced cane, had tried to do as quietly as possible, but the lady had groaned too, we do well, he thought the maid, opening the bag the big stick impemeabile, is right there and can not get out, but it surely will do it: this is the second that I, poor as suffering from constipation ... this damn Quell'Etienne of my boots, professorone ... that was here six months, who tortured almost every day and has not obtained a anything! Good thing is gone, I wish to hell!

Margot was concerned, for a month no longer had his stuff! Yet, with Jean had not done anything irreparable few kisses yes, yes he had touched her breasts, so she had him smaneggiato, but there was never entered in there! Could it be pregnant? No, it was possible! What was then, as it was lagging?

That young fawn appealed to him, excited him greatly, he could not wait to take him to bed, to feel it inside him and make sure that he was to penetrate, after covering with kisses the silky soft skin. Marcel Lagardere, married Deveraux, he continued to stare at that boy with feminine traits, she was sipping a drink on the table next to her. He tried to attack a topic button to start a conversation and then, who knows .... Sure, if the wife had come to find out, would have wounded his ass (and not only) by dint of whipping ... Already in use or would back the tap dancing? Marcel shivered, but shrugged and looked back at ... Antoine.

Talbott Lord had called again. It was the ninth time in three months. You should have quit a long time. The pay was good and had a terrible need, but how could tolerate what they were doing ... All other attendants Frau Blucher had literally fled. None could resist the morbid atmosphere of oppression and delirious that prevailed in that austere house of Devonshire. None except Elizabeth. Beth walked quickly along, dark corridor. The floor creaked ominously oak but slightly under the weight of the young maid. - Oh Lord, how is it possible? I tremble with fear, I will hurt, but I will be humiliated ... -. Before Beth opened the vast living room warmed by sore big central fireplace. Above the panels of oak, worn on the bottom of a tapestry, the portraits of the ancestors of Lord Talbott peered severe. Igor, the old Great Dane, he was crouched on the Persian carpet with her eyelids wearily lying eyes. The boss was already rolling up the sleeves of his shirt half open on his hairy chest. The long scar caused by the scimitar of a warrior * Mahdist Sudan during the campaign was proudly displayed on the chest of man. It had been eight years now, but when the weather was changing his presence felt. Beth was horrible ... horrible and fascinating. Lord Talbott was tall and strong. Excellent horseman and hunter, animals and men. He was considered a war hero. The large reddish sideburns and mustache, combined with thick hair disheveled appearance gave him a lion, an impression of aggressiveness and ferocity than ever in this case corresponded to the character of genuine character. At his side, was standing Frau Blucher, the formidable ruler of Prussian origin. Stubby, grim, solid body, hard look that he judged, always and everywhere, without any indulgence. Although he lived in England for many years claimed to be appealed Frau Blucher Mrs. instead. The woman wielding a long whip hose. Every now and then lashed the air but without looking at Beth, she liked to hear only the hiss, the sound of that instrument of threatening pain.
Beth swallowed. You feel something, an unknown stimulus in their groin. Suddenly she wanted to touch herself between her legs, but resisted the urge. Lord Talbott looked pleased with the girl. The long dress, dark green cotton cheesy, did not do justice to the beauty of the young. 21 years, originally from a poor village in Wales, orphaned and poor. Sufficiently educated. The jet-black hair was pulled into a bun modestly let slip that two clumps spiral that touched his ears perfect. The straight nose, mouth, fleshy, large gray eyes frightened but at the same time full of desire, guilt, perverse. A slightly darker complexion typical of girls than those latitudes, indicating the presence of blood in the veins of the Mediterranean girl. Talbott had admired the naked body during the punishment: the beautiful, firm breasts by big brown nipples, shapely legs like pillars of granite and beautiful buttocks. Oh, yes, Beth had a hard ass, full round from appetizing and lewd. But the skin, beyond appearances, was not adequately sensitive and mark it was not easy. The pain tolerance of the young man was a rare thing. The other wept as fountains and struggling like potted after a few lashes. But not Beth. It was very fortunate that he was still gone. Talbott could not do less than punish her more often. He and his wife had tried it but when she understood that the punishment of her husband were not only dictated by the severity but also by marital something else was gone. Separation only in fact, of course (the divorce was disdainful, almost unthinkable) but irreversible.
_ Beth, a little silly! - The Lord rebuked Talbott. - Frau Blucher told me of your last company reprehensible -. The performance had begun. Beth could not wait to be hit long and hard on your ass shamelessly stripped but there was a ritual to be performed, and it was absolutely necessary. - Collins has found the pieces of the Chinese vase under the stairs. I know of no 'else in this house so clumsy cause breakage! - Collins was the gardener. The previous week had frustatato Beth with the strop. 70 strapped. She could not sit for three days. Of course it could have been great Igor, the clumsy big dog, to do the deed, but Beth did not even try to defend themselves. - Yes - continued Talbott - a girl with her head always in the clouds and that does not give any importance to the goods, especially those of others, think "but basically is just a stupid vase!" Is not it? confess! - Yes - said the maid with a slightly offended tone of voice and mocking: - It is not that a stupid vase! - Frau Blucher, indignantly stepped forward menacingly brandishing the whip. - Miscreants, how dare you contact in this way to His Lordship! Now I'll bleed behinds! - Lord Talbott stopped her laughing in his heart for the shameless self-harm for the reaction of the girl and the housekeeper.
That vessel, wicked girl, was a gift from my aunt lamented the thirtieth birthday and my wife has, or rather had, 250 years! -. Beth lowered her head, mortified.
So do not think that he deserved a good spanking and exemplary? - Yes, sir - and also a fair amount of lashes? - Sir - Denudatevi immediately! - Beth was all wet between her thighs. The boss he would certainly be noticed.
It took a long green dress and then her slip. Talbott told her to keep white socks, at least for now. Of course not wearing knickers. The glare of the fire made the thick shining hair wet with vaginal secretions of Beth groin. She felt ashamed and ran from the sink to lie on the knees of the Lord. A moment later the powerful spanks Talbott began to strike the rounded rear of the beautiful brunette.
The Talbott vigorous clapping sticks were authentic but they seem to bounce on the elastic buttocks and Elizabeth. Sometimes the fingers touching the hole of the fierce spanker and the sex of the young woman's lips. Then Beth vibrated like a violin string and the other between a moan and whispered to herself - oh Lord forgive me! I, ... I like it! -. After 200 spanks the first part of the punishment ceased. She rubbed her ass bright red. I t had shed a tear. Talbott looked into his eyes, his mouth half open. The lips wet with saliva. Via-in socks! Disperse the hair! - The thick jet-black hair that reached the sacrum was released in all its black and shiny beauty. Smell of lavender and sweat, the smell of sex and female mixed, merged. A powerful erection in his pants pressed by Lord Talbott, also adorned with a large stain especially on the right leg where he had supported the girl's pussy. Bare feet of Elisabeth slipped gracefully into the chair on the old carpet. The girl knelt down exposing her ass to the eager gaze of Talbott, Frau Blucher in the whip. The housekeeper bound his wrists behind the back. The muscle tension ran through the body of the young arms to your thighs. Beth turned to a long interminable seconds towards their punishers, blinked, stretched obscenely ass and turned back. - Frau Blucher three dozen lashes! - The whip began to hiss, cutting the air, then strike with wide slashes girl's buttocks, from the waist to the upper thighs drawing notes of pain and pleasure on the seat of corrigenda. This time the wailing of Beth were more acute, we first heard the sobs, the first tears flowed down her beautiful face. Talbott wanted to put in the nose and tongue pussy Beth. He wanted to penetrate her with his member to the core and make her scream of pleasure, pain, pleasure and pain, but screaming, damn!
His vital nature and fierce that he could leave with impunity in African war but had to compress the so-called civilization was powerfully emerging. Elizabeth was the prey he had always longed for, a conscious and voluntary prey.
The housekeeper hit really hard, much worse than Collins. The twenty-seventh shot the pain reached and surpassed the excitement. Beth could not repair the buttocks as he had his wrists tied. The stabbing pains in the ass they were. At the thirty stroke began to plead.
Finally, the punishment ceased. Beth's naked body was beaded with sweat, ass droplets of blood scattered here and there among the gray and purple stripes that had been painted by the expert, cruel ruler of the lashes.
Frau Blucher untied his wrists. Elizabeth picked up her clothes and went to his room. No one said a word. In the bathtub of hot water, between the vapor and in light of the candlestick and closed his eyes, he masturbated.
It was painful watching her buttocks in the mirror after being dried, still naked, Talbott when he burst into the room. Beth gasped in surprise, gulped in fear. Talbott's eyes seemed feverish. - You have the right to ... - The woman could not finish the sentence. Talbott and the Lord embraced his lips, his tongue stuck to their own, prevented her from continuing the protest. Beth felt himself lifted from the ground like a lightweight silk cloth. Talbott laid her on the bed, her back, lifted her legs and if put on the shoulders. He kissed her toes one by one. Again the long scar on the chest of the horrible and wonderful appeared before the eyes of Beth. He spoke of violence, force, action and adventure. Then he heard the virility Talbott his way between her thighs, pulsing inside her. - God forgive me, I love this show - and let go.