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?