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The Camp Slut- Night 3
Date: 2/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bestiality, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination/submission, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Hardcore, Humiliation, Males / Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Romance, Slavery, Spanking, Author: Nightside, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com
again, a little harder still. "Three, Sir!" Her ass began showing pink stripes where the belt landings overlapped. Again, a little harder. "Four, S.. Sir!" The tears had started, she shifted her hips as the true ache began to sink in. I swung, just a little lighter, as I'd found where I wanted to be. "fff...Five... Sir.." she sobbed. I could see her clawing at the ground with her fingers, her toes flexing. A fine sheen of sweat started beading on her skin. Smack. "Siiixxx... Six, Sir," she sobbed. I frowned. The redness was building too quickly across her ass for my comfort. I lightened the swing again. "AAAAHH... Un... no... Seven, Sir!" I nodded. She was at her limit. She probably wouldn't make the full count now, regardless. I thought about the next swing. Do I let her off easy, or go hard and push her to say Uncle? I swung again at the same level as before. She screamed, "AAAHHHEEEIIIGGHT... SSIRR!" Her body was shaking, sweating, her face was a wreck of tears and pain. I looked at Slut, and she shook her head. "Dana, are you okay?" I asked. "We can stop, if you want. You have done well, and I will accept the punishment as complete." She lay sobbing, shaking, but shook her head. "No. Finish," she managed. I shrugged. I swung. The sound of leather across abused flesh echoed almost as much as the scream that followed. "nine, sir," she whispered between sobs. Her ass was a series of angry red lines. I swung a last time. I waited. She cried out, and she sobbed. The color ...