Chapter 3 "Punished Puss"

Paul found exactly what he was looking for in the whips cabinet. A martinet with six knotted cords about eighteen inches in length. The dildo cabinet produced a "billy-club", a slim twelve inch rectal invader with a heavily spiked head attached to a grip fitting handle. The penis gag was in the bindings locker. He still had the Vaseline.

Melissa watched him approach with wide-eyed fear. She'd seen what he'd done to her sister. She knew she could expect the same. Her voice quavered. "W.what are you going to do?"

Paul sat down on the bed even with Melissa's raised hips and grinned. "I'm going to give you the whipping you earned tonight by disobeying your father. Now be a good girl and open your mouth."

Knowing better than to disobey the pert youngster did as she was told. Paul inserted the phallus into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. She whimpered at the tightness of it.

Paul picked up the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a big glob onto his fingers. He began to message it into the girl's gaping sex and between her bottom cheeks. While he worked he talked. "Tell me Melissa, have you ever been whipped between your legs? (Wide eyed shock. Frantic shake of the head.) No? Well in that case you're in for a real experience. Every girl I've ever done it to absolutely hates it. I'm sure you will too. But then that's part of the price you pay for disobedience, isn't it." He bent over to inspect his work, then scooped more Vaseline.

"Of course this will be a new experience for me as well, since I've never pussy-whipped a girl your age before. I suspect that you're going to be much more sensitive than the women I've tried. Especially after that little bout with the dog." Paul grinned at Melissa's blush. "The spread of your legs and your total lack of pubic hair should also add to the severity of the pain." He dipped more Vaseline. "In case you're wondering the Vaseline is to lubricate your tissues so that the thongs won't cut. They'll still sting just as bad, maybe even worse, but I promise there won't be any damage. I wouldn't want to injure a pretty girl like you."

By this time Melissa's hips were squirming helplessly. It had been less that fifteen minutes since the dog's attentions and she was still wet and fully aroused. Paul chuckled. "Good. I'm glad to see you've got some spark left. It always hurts more when the tissues are swollen with lust."

Finally Paul set the Vaseline aside and picked up the dildo. "Do you know what this is for?" Melissa shook her head. "Before each stroke I expect you to lift your hips up off the pillow as high as you can. If you start to forget I'll shove this up your ass to remind you. Is that clear?" Blinking back tears, Melissa nodded.

Paul picked up the lash and turned to face Melissa's cruelly splayed sex. The sight of her plump, hairless little pussy with its slit gaping wide and its insides wet and swollen was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He touched the cords to her pubic mount. She obediently raised her hips.

SWISSSHHHHHH.SPLATTT!

Melissa's scream was one of pure, shrill, burning agony. Never in her young life had she experienced anything like the white hot pain of the knotted thongs biting into her tender inner tissues. She heaved against her bindings, her legs kicking wildly as the terrible sensations between her legs grew and grew. And just when it couldn't possibly get any worse, Paul whipped her again. And again. And again.

SWISSSHHHHHH.THWACKKK!

SWISSSHHHHHH.SPLATTT!

SWISSSHHHHHH.SPLAATTTTT!

Paul was having the time of his life. Never had he seen anything so beautiful, so powerfully erotic as the way pretty little sixteen year old Melissa reacted to having her cunt flogged. The look of shock and pain on her sweet young face was priceless all by itself. Then there was the helplessly lewd way her hips danced around on the bed. The beautiful red welts that spread across the pale nether lips. And the sounds! The splat of the lash. The strident shrieks of agony, reduced to soft mewings by the gag. The creak of the bed under her bouncing ass. The muffled pleas for mercy. The broken, shuddering sobs. It was unbelievable.

Poor Melissa foolishly failed to rise for the fifth stroke. This caused a short but interesting pause while the dildo was rammed up her tight, tender little asshole. Her father had been right about the effects of the training. The poor kid tried to jump out of her skin the moment the spiked tip touched the puckered bud of her rectum. She strained to the very limits of her bindings trying to escape it, and Paul took full advantage of the opportunity by cheerfully lashing the thongs straight down into her wide open cleft. The dildo sank a little deeper with each stroke.

After that Paul had no trouble making the girl arch her pussy up. All he had to do was reach around her hips and tap the handle of the dildo. She would rise up like a breaching whale, her sex ripe and open for the lash. The whipping progressed with a steady, cruel rhythm.

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