Young, slender Becky Larson had been, as ordered, secured over the
top of the large oak table
in my private dinning chamber.
She was dressed in a crisp catholic schoolgirl uniform consisting of a
starched white blouse
which buttoned up the front, a short plaid skirt, white knee highs,
white cotton panties/bra and her hair had been put up in little schoolgirl
pig-tails.
Becky was tied with her shapely smooth legs pinioned with narrow black
leather straps at the knees, her ankles bound together and then tied to a
rope leading to the right table leg and her trim
white arms pulled and stretched out in front of her, her narrow wrists
tied to
ropes leading to the tables opposite end legs.
Before being tied, becky had been made to lay over a fat sofa pillow,
placed at the end of the large oak table, and designed to ensure that her
young, tender bottom was raised and the center of focus as one entered
the long room.
The ropes had been tied to allow enough slack for becky to raise her
upper torso some, or to
arch her back and push her young bottom cheeks up and out in a big girl
swell if order to. A large
ornamental, beveled mirror on the wall in front of her allowed her master
to view her facial
expressions at anytime.
As I walked in to the room, lightly tapping the long supple birch
rod against my black riding
boots, a stern look crosses my face. I looked forward to providing becky
with her first
real slavegirl whipping.
Becky’s clear blue eyes widen with fear at the sight of the rod. Her
petite,
slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous anticipation of
the feel of that rod across her
plump schoolgirl bottom cheeks.
Becky opened her mouth, starting to question….to plead to be let off,
but not a word
started before I cut her off sharply…. “Be silent Becky” I ordered her
in a calm voice, “the only
sound we are going to hear this afternoon is the sound of this birchrod
skinning your young
bottom….”
I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom cheeks.
Young Becky Larson, 16 years old, a little tramp runnaway from the
streets of Seattle. Robert
had seen her often, panhandling money, hanging out with delinquent boy,
intoxicated, or high,
slouched up against the side of some downtown office building, or walking
through the crowd
down at the market, looking for tourists from Iowa, or Kansas, with fat
wallets, and easily distracted by a pretty blond in a too short or too
tight skirt who accidently rubs against them
while one of the boys picked their pockets.
Robert never got over how easy it was, how clean, and sudden and final.
A phone call,
some private words and a picture faxed, and now blond headed, willowy,
plump bottomed Becky Larson, a new residient of Cheluna Mansion.
Becky had been there a week, a long week, long enough to know better
then to hesitate
at a Master’s command, and long enough to know better then to refuse a
request.
I set the long whippy birchrod down and gently caressed Becky’s pretty,
open- expressioned face,
poking my finger in her small mouth, enjoying the sensation of her soft
lips and gentle tongue
wetting my fingers as I slowly pistoned them in and out. I withdrew my
finger, smearing her
saliva across her lips, making them shine.
I reached down, running my hand down Becky’s long graceful neck, then
further, stroking her
small ripe breasts through the crisp starched white blouse. I stroke her
briefly, enjoying the plump
little breast mashing between my hand. I open Becky’s blouse, and run my
hands down the tops
of her small breasts and up under her small demi-cup bra, cupping her
little titties and squeezing them
out to the nipple in a rhythmic fashion.
Becky’s breathing has start to pick up, her eyes fluttering slightly as
I let my hand glide down the
outside of her firm breast, till just my finger and thumb capture her
tender nipple. I rolled her nipple
betwween my fingers, feeling it swell, the nipple starting to extend and
harden.
“I have a little present for these becky, right here in my coat
pocket, some very pretty nipple
clips I bought just for you…would you like to see them”, I smiled.and
let out a small chuckle at
Becky’s serious expression.
“N-no”, she whispers. I pinch her nipple hard causing her to let
out a little soft groan.
“What did I tell you about talking Becky?”,
“I’m sorry!!”, she whines between clenched teeth.
I pinched her a little harder, “Shhhhhh…..be quiet Becky, not a word
now…..!!!”
“I’m very unhappy with you Becky, very disappointed,” I tell her in
a low
soft voice, ” I thought I had taught you better…”
I chidded becky as I continued to pinch and roll her nipple between my
fingers…..”We give
special treatment to young girls who can’t seem to follow directtion here
at Cheluna becky”
I walked around the end of the table and was confronted with the
exciting double cheekswell of
this trim bottomed girl strapped over for discipline.
I wasted no time in flicking the end of the birch rod under Becky’s
little schoolgirl skirt, and
flipping it up on to her back. There it was, that robust, plump little
ass I had seen straining against
her tight slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week.
The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with
the plump fullness of becky’s
rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by her bent posture..
I took the tail of Becky’s skirt and tucked it up under the thick
leather waist strap. I hooked
my thumbs in the waistband of her white panties and slowly lowered the
material, watching
her ass flesh compress and then roll out from under the desending
material.
I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as
Becky’s ass was,
once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to my view.
I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky’s firm teenage bottom
and sat down right behind her,
letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat fullness of her rear cheeks.
God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent’s trim white ass,
just like this, bound over
and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of the birchrod across those
pearly white orbs,
or to feel the fullness of my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside,
her arms restrained,
her trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table.
Becky’s soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her
schoolgirl bottom cheeks
slightly parted by the enforced posture.
Becky’s legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight
heaviness of her chubby
rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in the palm of my hands,
each small
cheek occupying one of my warm palms, and watched as the fat of her
rear mounds jiggled with the movement of my hands.
I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white
expanse of her broadened
bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and taste of
her milky white hillocks.
I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time
for that later, for studying and
mapping…….with my mouth, my tongue, my lips…. learning about every
inch of that exciting
fleshy bottom.
Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave
girl discipline
designed to ensure compliance with her master’s wishes in the future.
I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to
the side and watching
Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms pulling against the
restraints tied tightly
around each wrist.
I smile as I hear becky in the background start to plead, no doubt
asking for another chance,
but my mind was fully occupied with the plump full ass now contorting in
a lewd dance
over the table top.
I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand,
swishing the whippy birch
rod through the air with my other and relishing the sound the fine
instrument made..
“You’ll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what’ll happen
if you don’t…”,
I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into
her mouth.
“If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will
be increased ten-fold.
Do you understand me Becky ?”
Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.
I take a few steps back, standing to the right of becky, and bring
the whippy-ended birchrod
up sharply and step forward, bring the rod through the air sidewayswith a
backhanded
motion, and deliver a fine cut low down across becky’s straining
asscheeks.
WHIP!!!!!
The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl’s bottom
cheeks, low, where her
upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls hard against her
restaints, her curly blond pig-tails
flying in to the air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs
tensed and her bottom cheeks
compressing hard, and then bounding up.
I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor
of Becky’s bottom cheeks,
tensing and shifting over the top of the pillow cushion.
” Keep you chubby little ass quite still for it Becky….push those hips
back up over that pillow
you little tramp…..”
………. WHIP
………………….. WHIP …………….. WHIP……….
I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky’s
young tender ass cheeks,
the rod singing through the air, the impacts sounding like pistol shots
as they meet Becky’s
churning white ass flesh.
……………. WHIP….
.another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across becky’s ass, aimed
low,
and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound
legs, and letting
the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod raise up to catch her on the puppy
fat fuller
cheekswell low down on her bottom.
Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, her blond head
turning from side to side rapidly, her mane sweeping across the
polished oak table top, and her knees
trying to draw up and rubbing against each other under the leather
binding strap.
I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying
the sight of the angry red lines now
starting to grow against the white background of her ass cheeks.
Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom cheeeks, squirming
across the top of
the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed quivereings.
Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as
the straps
would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like inviting her lover
to take her bottom in
a fit of honeymioon passion.
” I’m going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly
is broke to the bridal….
……….. WHIP………. WHIP………..
“I’ll have obedience from you …… WHIP ………becky.”
.”…………bend tighter, I want a full cheekswell you fat bottomed
little teased……………. WHIP….
…… WHIP……
” we have all afternoon becky, no interruptions”
… WHIP!!!……….. WHIP!!!.
…….”.when I am finished with you…we’ll have an obedience
test…..”..
WHIP!!!………… WHIP!!!
Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost
in a haze of erotic discipline.
My cock was straining against the rough fabric of my wool trousers, and
my breathing was
coming in large gulps, sucking giant mouthfuls of air in my lungs as I I
let the rod fall across the middle of
Becky’s firm girlish cheekswell.
“Better get use to this
Becky………..WHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!…………..use to slavegirl discipline”
“You’ll
have master’s who enjoy whipping little tramps like
you……”……….WHIPWHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!
“slavegirl whippings and ……WHIP…. slavegirl sex up that tight
little ass of your…..” WHIP……. WHIP……
I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Beck’s
welted and contorting
bottom cheeks. Becky is crying into her panty gag, her shoulders shaking
a little with
each sob. She couldn’t keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down,
trying to climb
over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing hard
in to the floor as
the fire like stripes work their way deep into her 16 year old ass..
I lean forward and run my hands over her chubby welted ass cheeks,
feeling the heat
radiate from her stripped ass flesh. I lean in to her ass, rubbing my
cheeks against her soft bottom,
feeling Becky flinching at the slight touch of my face….feeling the
warmth of her whipped bottom cheeks.
I turn my head, and pursing my lips I place gentle, soft, pouting
kiss-kisses across
the burning welts, my lips enjoying the warm red marks..
..”Ahhhhh, you mark beautifully becky…..”.
I push my chair back a little and look at the back of her sunkissed
thighs. The white surface
marked with 8 or 10 narrow red lines where the whiprod had cought her
across the back of her
trim bound legs.
I kiss down the back of her thighs, slowly down the right thigh, kissing
and licking with my
tongue along the red lines, all the way down until I reached the black
leather ties around
her knees.
I start low and work my way back up Becky’s other leg, mouthing the soft
tender
flesh, licking and sucking the small ruby red spots that appear across
the expanse of the
whip welts.
I return to becky’s warm bottom flesh, kissing her right cheek in small
little circles,
kiss-kissing gentle little bumble bee kisses, nipping her warm stripped
ass flesh and
running my tingue across the wider expanses where her ass swelled out the
most.
I slowly start to expand the little circle, covering her tender rear
flesh with
wet, full kisses, licking the soft surface of her ass cheeks, and leaving
a trail
of wet lust across the plump bottom flesh.
I shift slightly, and unbutton my trousers. My cockhead snakes out of
the vent of my
pants and rests lightly against becky’s trim lower thigh.
I lean forward and start kissing her left cheeks, feeling Becky flinch
at the softest pout. My other
hand is busy rubbing small circular patterns over her warm tender right
ass lobe, raking
small handfuls of her ass flesh between my fingers and sqeezing, then
letting go and
running the edge of my thumb between her bottom halves, feeling the damp
warmness of her hidden vally.
I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek’s ass flesh in
to my mouth, between my teeth
and giving her captured bottom flesh smarting nips that cause her to shake
and buck over the pillow roll..
I pull my head back and breathing hard, look at the double cheekswell of
young Becky Larson,
the schoolgirl slave, her young ass welted and streaked with the results
of a slave girl whipping….
Young Becky Larson, her misfortune to possess such an exciting rear
view, destined to be trained
as a pleasure girl, serving masters that enjoy testing their whips across
a sassy young girl’s
asscheeks, but now, for now at least, becky will serve me, the young
girls plump ass, to do what I want with
to satisfy any carnial lust that I have….mine to expose and dress up
and punish and play with whatever
mood may strikle me.
I lean forward again, fondling and fiddling with her ass, kissing and
sucking mouthfuls
of her exciting warm, bottom flesh between my lips, murmuring to her to
push her bottom up,
to show me an exciting swell , push her hips back into me..
…….nipping her along the fuller lower cheekswell…. running my tongue
along the crest of her
leg, where it swells and meets the overhang of her girlish ass..
I parted Becky’s asscheeks and placed little soft warm pouting kisses
all up and down
along the inside of her rear cheeks, then turn my attention back to
her plump bottom, taking giant mouthfuls of her plump rear cheekskin
in to my lips, sucking her hard……….nibbling across her swelled as
cheeks like eating corn on the cob…..
…….now, my lips again traveled kissingly across every wonderful inch
of the her welted teenage bottom flesh, musing and nuzzling her in the
fat underswell of
her rear mounds.
I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her girl
flesh and kissed-kissed gently
up and down her pussy, swiping my tongue between her pussy lips, tasting
becky, noticing her dampmness,
until Becky is flinching her legs, and I can hear small gasps escaping
from her lips.
I spread her warm red bottom globes, holding them apart and blew a
little gentle
breeze across her exposed rear flower.
Becky let out a muffled whinny at feeling the cool air circulate
across her exposed anus…………
I ignored her protest, holding her bottom cheeks hard apart, pushing my
lips in
between her open bottom cheeeks, …….quite mad with lust now,
I pucker my lips, wetting them with my tongue and start placing
lickety-lick wet mouthed kisses on the top of
her exposed anus.
Becky is clenching her little white bottom cheeks, her ass contractions
pressing against the side
of my face, now resting between her cheeks,
she protests from behind her panty gag,
humiliated, embarrassed at this use of her body, even after the
whipping,
objecting to this lewd assult on her mostv private of spots.
Her legs jerk in suprise and I can feel her torso rear up as I swiped
the tip of my tongue
across her tight anal bud.
“Push that bottom right out Becky……..kisskissing…… I murmer to
her……
…I want a big girl swell to those
bottomcheck…..kisskiss………..” do it now becky: I panted, my
breathing ragged….”or do you
want more …kisskiss…………. of the birchrod….”
I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further,
intruding as much of my face as I
can between her parted rear lobes. I was mad with desire, unable to
contain
my lust for this schoolgirl’s bottom. I let my lips pout across her dark
vortex, gently sucking on her
tight rear dimple with my lips held soft and moist, …..flicking my
tongue across her anal flower
with quick pointed swipes……..then again pursing my lips and settling
down for very
long intimate kissess.
I pull back and can see my cock, straining with lust, its head large and
angry, the stem solid
and standing away from my trouser vent at a 45 degree angle.
I get up from my chair and look at Becky’s face, turned sideways, her
damp, tear filled eyes
clear to me in the the mirror. She has a questioning look, wondrering
if that is all, has her
master’s lust been satisfied.
I smile.
“You didn’t think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely
satisfy me did you?”, I laugh, drunk on desire,
this young blond who I had secretly followed down 5th avenue every night
afterwork, timing her comings
and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little schoolgirl ass
under some
too tiight cotton shorts,
young becky larson, who I had walked behind in the shops at the
farmner’s market,
my hands in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I
watched her
bottom cheeks shift and sway, in her thin denim jeans..
hoping to catch her bending over some stall table, reaching across a
table, her trim ass
cheeks pushed back…
no, my lust, my obssession with young Becky Llarson would last for
awhile, would last
for as long
as she was allowed to remain at Cheluna Mansion, until some master
called for her and one night she would be gone…..taken to who knows
where……
” Oh, no Becky….I haven’t forgotten what you refused me this
morning…..”
Becky lets out a muffled protest, pleading with her eyes. She is making
small mewing sounds from
behind the gag, trying to beg , trying to convey how much she doens’t want
this……
I undo the top button on my trousers and let them drop to the floor, my
cock now standing straight and
fully exposed to the bound slavegirl,,,,
I pull a small tube of lubricant from my coat pocket, and smear a light
sheen of the lubricant up and down my
penis head, watching becky’s eyes follow the movement of my hands across
my
fully erect cock in the mirror reflection.
I coat the end of my finger and push them between becky’s parted
asscheeks, running my goo
coated finger up and down between her clenching bottom halves.
Becky’s rear mounds clench hard as I find her anus and lightly traced
small circles
around the ridges of her anal bud.
She gasped as I slowly insert my finger in to her bottom, making her
take more and more
of my goo coated finger up her backside.
I start to slowly frig her teenage backside with my finger, pushing my
finger in slowly, feeling the tight anal ring expand over the thicker part
of my finger,
then letting it slide back out, till just the tip was inside her bottom.
I would turn and twist my finger, worrying her little tight ring, and
then slowly
work my finger back in to her bottom, all the way…reliving night time
fantasies for this
girl that had occupied me for months…..
I push more of my index finger into her anus, feeling Becky jerk
alittle as I tuned my hand over, this
way and that, twisting the finger in a small rotation while deeply
enbedded in Becky’s bottom.
I could hear small urgent “ohhhhs and Ahhhhhs” coming from this
captured gir’s panty filled mouth.
I stand up and push my self forward, my erect cock laying in the
warmth of Becky bottom divide,
letting the head of my penis roll in between the globes of her ass,
savoring the moment;
knowing how tight its going to be and revelling in the humiliation this
young schoolgirl is
about to receive.
I start to slowly push the head of my penis past her small tight anal
ring,
holding my breath, the veins on my forhead showing with the starin of my
effort,
Becky’s muffled cries are becoming louder as the pressure builds and
the pain of her
anal deflowering starts.