Since then Melanie got punished more regularly,
of course. But it is that first punishment that she most often thinks about
when she masturbates in the hey. When her aunt whipped her that day there
was nothing sexual about it. It was simply severe discipline administered
by an angry aunt. The pain was so intense she'll never forget it. It was
very different from going over her husbands lap for a spanking, for example.
After she got thrashed in the stable Melanie
looked at her backside in the bedroom mirror. Her bottom cheeks were entirely
covered with welts. Red and purple and violet and crimson stripes in a
criss-cross pattern. Each one of the onehundred lashes she got was going
to be visible for weeks. With tears still rolling she got on her stomach,
on her bed, with a cushion under her belly. She fingered herself until
she felt no more pain, but it didn't last long. After each orgasm the burning
pain of the welts on her ass returned almost immediately. And so she masturbated
all night long, until her pussy was tender and sore.
Melanie is thinking back to that night
right now. Instead of her fingers she's using the handle of her riding
crop. The moment she comes she moans out loud. She doesn't care. Or maybe
she wants to get caught?
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