Melissa took a deep breath. You watch as she closed her eyes and her quelling subsided.
She’s going to try something, you think. No matter. She won’t succeed. You smile widely as you lean back in the chair.
Suddenly, Melissa darted forward past you and grabbed the cane from the small stand on the porch. Turning to face you, she held the cane in both hands, preparing to swing it as if it were a baseball bat.
“Let us go,” she hissed. “I’m warning you. I’ll beat you if you don’t.”
You laugh, amazed at the backbone the true blonde has. You stand up and step toward Melissa saying, “You could have tried to run away and leave Sarah to her fate, but you chose to free her as well. Very brave and very foolish of you.”
You step closer to her, watching her lips twist into a large sneer, her hands tightening their grip upon the bamboo cane.
“Your freedom will be short live however,” you continue. “The seconds are counting away. Are you going to try and hit me or run to make it last longer?”
You step closer.
“What are you going to do?”
Closer.
“Are you going to hit me?”
Closer.
“You don’t even have it in you, do you?” you laugh.
Snarling, Melissa charged at you, swinging the cane towards your head. You catch the bamboo in your hand in mid-swing, turning it away and twisting it out of the blonde’s hands. Melissa tried to turn away, but you punch your clenched fist into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She dropped to the wooden floorboards, trying to breath. You drop the cane and lift the actress up about the waist. You carry her over to the chair and sit down, draping the escapee across your knees. Melissa yelped as you tear her black panties away from her buttocks.
“Nice try,” you say. “But all for naught. It’s time for your punishment.” You pat the young woman’s firm ass, enjoying the feel of the smooth flesh.
“Sarah, are you still with us?” you call out.
“Yes,” she replied hoarsely, a tremble of fear in her voice.
“You have a choice. Will Melissa receive full punishment for her folly and spare you the rod each of you would share normally, as well as receive your paddling for not stripping earlier, or shall she receive a smaller punishment with you receiving the majority of what is to occur?”
The bound actress didn’t make a sound.
“Sarah, five seconds and you will go through another round for not speaking when spoken to.”
“M, Melissa will r, receive full punishment,” she finally admitted.
“You bitch!” Ms. Hart exploded.
“Language, young lady,” you snap, slapping her buttocks with a loud smack, leaving a red handprint. The actress yelped at the sudden pain on her backside.
Maintaining a strong hold on the struggling blue-eyed girl, you reach over for the wooden paddle. You lift it into the air and bring it down hard a large crack sounding. A soft, muffled yelp escaped from her lips. You continue to wail upon her rump, her responses slowly getting louder. You grin when a shrill cry exploded forth from her mouth.
“That’s for trying to escape,” you say as you set the paddle down. “As for what was to be Sarah’s punishment…”
You raise your hand and lay into the actress’s ass, spanking her hard. Her howls quickly turned into sobs. As soon as your hand begins to feel sore, you cease your ministrations. Melissa lay slack across your legs, sobbing and pleading softly for you to stop.
“One more thing, Melissa,” you say. She moaned loudly at your announcement.
“You did agree with me earlier about the cane, so I believe I owe you an award.” You spread her legs apart and slip your hand into her crotch. You slide your fingers along her pussy lips upward to her clitoris. You gently play with her clit, feeling it harden beneath your fingers. You push your thumb between her labia and begin to pump it in and out. Melissa began to take sharp breaths, her body reacting to the pleasure she was receiving, her sobbing moans slowly turning to lust-filled. She began to push her hips into your hand. Slowly, her humping increased, her pace rising.
“Please,” she moaned. You remove your thumb from her sopping pussy and push in your middle finger, driving it in and out quickly. Her breath quickening, Melissa moaned louder under your insistent ministrations. Suddenly, she let out a loud lustful shriek as she impaled her pussy upon your finger.
Smiling, you push her off your lap. You took her hand and lifted Melissa to her knees. She gazed up at you, a questioning look on her face. You presented your hand to her, covered in her own juices.
“Wha, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Lick my hand clean,” you say. Gulping, Melissa leaned forward and began to run her tongue over your fingers. Her licking became more insistent until your fingers were free of her secretions. Finished, she leaned back and looked at you again, an odd look on her face.
“Now,” you say. “You need to strip out of your clothes.”
Nodding, Melissa stood up. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off of her shoulders, dropping it on the porch. She then reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp, letting the white strapless demibra fall.
“Good girl,” you smiled at her. Melissa smiled back.
You look over at Sarah, still bent over the railing. You stand up and step over to her. You undo her bindings and lift her up, setting on her feet. Her legs buckled underneath her and Sarah fell to the floorboards.
“Dammit,” you growl. Kneeling down, you look into Sarah’s face.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she whispered, her face woeful.
“They fell asleep,” you say. “Your circulation was cut off.” Sarah nodded. You pick her up, cradling her against your chest. Over your shoulder, you tell Melissa, “Grab those rags and follow me inside.” |