We stood there for several minutes while she refused to even enter the tub. Tears ran over her cheeks as she said repeatedly that she couldnt do what I had requested. She begged and pleaded for me to allow her to do anything different. I walked into my bedroom and got out the crop and a few other toys and brought them back. Her love of the crop had become something a little more than irresistible to her.

They both new full well that Miss Kenton in a good mood was a frightening person to deal with but when she was understandably furious with their behaviour, they would be in for some serious discipline. Unknown to the prisoners on report, Miss Kenton had a visitor, Samantha Reynolds. They had been firm friends since their school days and although neither were confirmed lesbians by any stretch of the imagination, they had from time to time experimented with each other. They were both strong-minded females and neither accepted fools gladly. Samantha was slightly shorter but had the same firm build and even larger breasts that had always been a source of amusement between

"Surely," said Stewart, "There must be a limit to severity of a punishment, to the amount of strokes that can be awarded ". The younger girl explained that they only knew of the maximum that girls were receiving for the more serious offences. They seemed to be restricted to strokes of the cane for example. There seemed to be no restriction on inflicting subsequent thrashings for a further offence only hours or days later over the existing weals and bruises. The attitude seemed to be that the prisoner who attracted a second caning had only herself to blame if she needed a second dose of punishment before the other punishment marks had faded. "Dont forget that we also

I placed my mouth around this fake penis, which was going to get absolutely no enjoyment out of this, and bobbed my head back and forth. This caused the shoe that was dangling below me to gently rock back and forth, tugging at the clover clamps pinching my nipples, causing me a great amount of distress. I started moaning due to the pain. Oh my God! Hes really getting off on this. exclaimed Nicole. I told him he can use lubricant whenever he wants but he seems to always want to give his lover a blow

From the kneeling position in which I am forced to sit, I press against my Masters leg, looking up into his eyes. I plead yet again. "Please Master, please dont sell me." His hand reachs down to tangle through my hair. "Shut up bitch watch the stage. Your turn is coming to be up there in the spotlight, slave. Mmmm, perhaps if I see something I like, I might bid on someone to take your place tonight." As the different slaves parade across the stage into the spotlight, some are forced to perform sexual acts that I find strange and distasteful.

Chrissie knows how much it cost you to call her Mistress. She is well aware it makes you feel as if you are being unfaithful to me and she takes great pleasure in forcing the words from you. She is also looking forward to watching you squirm while the piercings are being done. Feeling unnerved by the obvious hostility between you and Chrissie the tattooist coughs nervously and suggests that he gets started.

I decided to bend over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasnt wearing a thong. The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits. "Its not very good," I said, "its been made for someone whos got a lot more up top that I have.

In less than a second Dove had laid back against the floor and held her knees bent towards her chest and open, exposing her pussy so soaked and bright pink. I got down on my knees between her parted legs, I began to stroke my hard cock, her eyes wide and wild with her frustration. "Please Steve, please, may I cum? May I please suck you and cum with you as you fill my throat again?" I looked at the tip of my cock, precum oozed out and was ready to drip off the tip.

Kim and Lisa could only look downwards to watch their footing as they climbed the basement stairs. A careless step now would only ruin the plans that were already made for them. Plans that if they disagreed with would only lead to incomprehensible mmmphs, since the penis gags did a wonderful job of silencing any dissention, not that they had any disagreements with what Wanda was doing.

From nowhere, came sound of shamisen. I had fallen asleep around the dawn, tired like mud, when all my customers went home. Suita suisen sukareta yanagi no... Thats Sister Luciles voice... She was murmuring a hamauta to the shamisen... I opened my eyes and noticed the broad daylight. Sister Lucile was a geisha before coming here. As a geisha, she fell in love with a bad guy and ended up in such a whorehouse. The guy still haunts Sister Lucile for money. The quick-tempered Sister Paula has once snapped and shouted at Sister Lucile.