It was a night that Jacqueline
would remember forever. Didier
was the only one of the three men she
actually knew. Phillippe
and Larry she never met before. Tied up
between two marble
columns she listened to them. They were
discussing her body.
Larry walked up to her, grabbed her hair
and pulled back her
head. He put his face right into hers
and looked into her eyes:
"Proud girl, aren't you Jacqueline? You
need to be whipped!"
Phillippe cut the air with a riding switch.
A whalebone switch,
encased with real leather. The handle
was about as thick as
a thumb. Tapering down, the tip of the
switch was pencil thin.
It wasn't made for horses. It was made
for girls like Jacqueline.
Didier interrupted the silence: "She likes
to get fucked first."
He pulled her panties down and asked her
to spread her legs.
Didier was first, then Larry, and finally
Phillippe. She seemed
insatiable. She enjoyed it each time and
had an orgasm with
every one of them. Phillippe was eager
to punish Jacqueline:
"That slut! Let's turn her around. I want
to whip her pretty ass!" |