1. The wink


    Date: 3/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: amaryn, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and for her humiliation this bitch Snothead will punish her with fifty lashes of our spiked whip." "What! Me?" Luslayla strikes my naked breasts with the spiked whip. I wail. I get another stroke, and one more. "Yes. You." I kiss the whip which left burning marks on my flesh. It is routine with me. "Well, take the whip and beat the girl." I have never beaten anybody. Beating me is all right. But me beating others? Out of question. I feel a sheer horror, a f***eful prompting to escape. I want to say: "Never. Rather beat me to death." At the same moment i notice something. A faint smile on Barebo's lips. What! Is it possible... I can't ask her. But, in spite of everything... I don't hesitate any more. I wink. And, just for a split moment, i can observe the responding wink in Barebo's eye. This wink says: "Don't be frightened. Beat me!" "You will be punished, Barebo", i hear my own voice, "with fifty lashes of the spiked whip." "Thank you, Madam", she replies. "I deserve it." The blonde gets stripped fully naked, and bent over the table face down. Her hands and legs are tied strictly to the legs of the table. I get the spiked whip, and embarrassed by my new role as "Madam", i aim a blow at the girls bare bottom, saying: "One." "None", Luslayla shouts, kicking me. "This is invalid. Make it hard, baby. Like this." She gets the whip and causes it to crack on Barebo's naked body loudly. The punished girl moans. "One", i count. "None", the black lady replies. "It was only a ...
    sample for you. It doesn't count. Do it yourself." I strike about six times till she accepts my hit as a valid one. And it continues like this. I have to strike two or three times till she is willing to count. Now and then the African girl is giving "samples". And i am kicked frequently for my weakness. Once Miss Luslayla takes the whip and gives me a long series with it on my bare back. It is a burning pain as the spikes tear up my poor flesh. Then Luslayla sends Glassrose to get some salt, and they rub it in my wounds. I wine like a dog. And Barebo waits, stretched on the table, according Luslayla's counting having suffered no more than twenty lashes. It may be a hundred in reality. The torture goes on, Barebo's screams of pain getting more and more loud. I hit with my full f***e to avoid repetitions. At forty three the girl loses consciousness. Cold water is poured on her and the whipping continues to fifty. In a weak voice the punished girl thanks me for the treatment, calling me "Madam" again. I let her kiss my hand, giving her a wink. She kisses my hand, giving me a wink. "Well, bitch", Luslayla says. "Now i am giving you ten extra strokes, just for my pleasure." And she does. Of course also little Bluebird wants to punish the girl, and Luslayla allows her. Barebo faints again. She gets another bucket of cold water, and Tigresspalm takes the whip, beating her victim mercilessly. Glassrose is content with giving her salt treatment. The ladies are in splendid mood. They are ...
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