He began whipping her ass good, switching the crop solidly on her buttocks. The woman twirled her butt and hunched back. "Oh ah, umm, oh Father, ah," she moaned. "Whipping your ass for your own good, Mrs. Wills," the dirty old priest said. "Whipping that big soft smooth rounded rump for the good of your salvation. Your ass must be whipped in order for you to gain salvation. Ah, and such a pretty plump ass it is too." He whacked it again, whipping the crop down on her buttocks. "Unh! Oh! Yes!" the woman cried out.

Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 09:03:03 -0600 From: Javiar Bautista javiar722hotmail.com Subject: Diary of a Whipping Boy, Part Three Oh ... this is it! My tender skin and young body is about to feel many stinging lashes from a very cute guy! Why is this so exciting for me? I dont know. Maybe it has something to do with my incredible shyness. He wasnt really whipping me that hard anyway ... not like Ive seen in some movies. I knew the marks would fade within a day. Not that I was thinking this at the time. My mind then was in a state of erotic delirium! But why is whipping, and even bondage, so sexually stimulating for me ...

We all sat down to Sunday dinner. I had made Madeleines favorite meal: roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and string beans. Her father thinks I spoil her; I suppose hes right. I ask you though, what else am I to do? Master carves the chicken, dishing out pieces to our daughter and myself. I give Madeleine a stern look as she reaches to take a bite of chicken before Master blesses the meal.

The whipping suddenly began. Simones expression was not full of kindness. She was cold and cruel and calm. And above. Her lips were a line on her smooth and lovely face. Brian felt her passion in every blow. Every single blow. The intensity he suffered was the intensity of her lust. The intensity of Simones love. Despite this and knowing this, Brian made a little moan. Simone found more power. And gave it to her slave. Sweat on both their bodies. Simone hit with all her might. Brian twisted. Helpless moan. He made himself steady, but Simone did not wait. She grabbed his neck. She clenched her teeth. She beat and beat and beat her slave. Brian created a few warm tears.

The whipping a trial on her aching ass while the thought of her handsome husband aroused by it turned her on as well, all the while needing to mind the odd passing customer. Oh, it was too much to bear! Ned fell into a pattern. When someone approached the window he allowed Tina to recover. For these moments Tina could dwell on how wet she was, how bad she wanted Ned inside her. Tina lost sight of which was worse, the whipping or the teasing! Whether she sensed something was up or came by innocently Tina couldnt tell. But she looked out to see Neds cousin Maya approaching. "Ned! Ned"! She hushed. " Its Maya coming now. Please Ned leave off...

The whipping. Every move Kim made during the night when he lay spreadeagled and alone on his bed made him wake up. The chink of the chains holding his arms and legs stretched out was all making sure that he remained fully sexually aroused, with his erection held tightly in the "Today for your whipping Kim, you will wear this leather pouch to protect that randy member of yours when the whip tails go astray!" Tom leant over the spreadeagled boy and undid the strap around his testicles, then, taking with a bottle of baby oil he had already placed nearby, he lubricated Kims shaft to slide off the very tight rings, making sure that he did not get the boy to orgasm.

"But cousin, I dont think your dear mama would like to hear about you whipping pretty wifey, would she? Or about that time back in school when you gave me that mean whipping." This mild threat, in Mayas mock playful tone made Neds blood boil. This simply wouldnt do. "I think Maya that maybe what you need is another spanking." "Oh Ned, I did always want a repeat of that time in school. You were ever so virile. And seeing you whip Tina last week.

You know that if you nick me you will get a whipping". Angel nodded. She began to shave him, scraping the straight razor on the skin. Regularly she would take the razor and wipe it on a cloth. During one of these moments she took a breath and asked "Master, I saw the prettiest dress in the store last week. I wondered if I might purchase it?". If you do you shall get a whipping". Angel felt a shiver go through her body. The pan was heating on the stove. She put some butter in the pan, and it melted nice. She reached for an egg and cracked it expertly with one hand and it dropped into the pan. She broke six eggs for the two of them in quick succession, stirring them up.

Once Mistress got used to using the razor strop it became her favorite way to discipline me. The strop hung in my bathroom proudly patiently waiting its time for Mistress to order me to take it down for another whipping. Mistress found was the strop did not break the skin yet left wide red marks that healed in less then a day. The punishment that the strop gave me was like a good workout at the gym on my buttock I was given a whipping about three times a week with the strop. If I was exceptionally bad on the weekends, that Saturday night I was given the hardest whipping. Mistress decided that before I went to work on the swing shift, which was a perfect time to administer

Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2007 11:20:12 +0000 From: Mikey . onehotboi8972hotmail.com Subject: Arse Whipping Boy Fantasy Fulfilled MM BDSM SPANK TEEN This is a true story about what happened to me last week with guys I had met off the net. It was my first sexual experience as well and I hated it at the time but just thinking about it gets me hard.. In the story the guy gets it hard they asked me if I could take the whipping and I said I think so. I had never been spanked but wanked off all the time thinking about it not realizing how much they hurt. We decided to follow the story so they would pick me up and I was to be wearing jeans no undies and a t-shirt only. I had their