near the trunk, with a heavy buckle. It was about two and one-half feet long, and it was frayed at the ends. Perhaps it was about a quarter of an inch thick, and about two inches wide. It would serve admirably. He retrieved it, and then, transferring it to his left hand, he passed his right palm over the cheeks of Kathy Flichtsen's naked posterior.
“Oh, Oooohhh, yes, yes, give it to me good!” she breathed. Her body violently shuddered now, because this caress was the preface to the burning ecstasy which she so passionately coveted.
He applied four or five stinging slaps all over her naked rump, pausing between each to let her taste the physical sting, the discomfort. He knew they only made her more furiously lustful, and she even begged for more when he finally stepped back with the belt in his right hand: “Oh no, not yet, dear Herr Professor! You haven't prepared my wicked bottom half enough, truly you haven't! Excuse me, I know I oughtn't to ask any favors because I'm about to be punished, but I do need such a good thrashing, or I'll be naughty again, you know. Please spank me some more, with all your might, before you whip me! Please!”
He shook his head and grimaced. Despite himself, he could feel his prick swelling and aching and throbbing. And the wicked little bitch had slyly brought it out into the open, and he glanced down at it and saw how red the tip was, how the lips were puckering to unleash their pent-up load of spunk into her whorish receptacles.
He put the belt back to his left hand again, drew closer, and this time regaled her with a dozen smacks over the upturned cheeks of her naked bottom. Her skin was extremely sensitive, and the marks were highly satisfactory, even for Kathy. She moaned and sighed and gasped, lifting her head, and her face had on it the exalted expression of the early Christian martyrs who were convinced that paradise awaited them after hideous torments.
Finally, he stepped back and with the belt again in his right hand, lifted it up and swept it across the tops of her naked hips with a sharp crack.
“AHHHHH! Oh yes, it's good! But not hard enough, please, Herr Professor, you've got to thrash me once and for all so I won't ever be naughty again, please, please!” she begged.
Setting his teeth, Professor Kurt Nordheim swept the strap with a sharp and sonorous impact across the ripest curves of both jutting buttocks. He heard Kathy moan in her delirious ecstasy, saw her hips swerve from left to right, and saw her grind her crotch against the edge of the trunk over which she had draped herself. Even through the gray lisle stockings he could see the muscles of her calves rippling and flexing violently as she steeled herself, or perhaps more accurately, as her body seethed with the perverse inclinations which this fustigation was engendering in her.
He gave her twenty lashes, vigorously delivered, from the tops of her hips to the base of her buttocks. They were all horizontally spaced, leaving parallel flaming lines across the squirming and jerking naked globes. Her sobs and tears and cries were not those of a woman undergoing intolerable suffering; rather, they were the sounds of lascivious rapture which strives for the unattainable zenith of carnal fulfillment. He let the belt drop from his nerveless hand, his prick gigantic now with aching longing.
“Is that all, Herr Professor?” she quavered tearfully. “You mean you don't think I was naughty enough to have double, at least? I'll be very good and brave if you want to whip me some more, truly I will! Oh no—this is so much better,—oh, Liebling, give it to me hard, don't spare me, rip me, pierce me, oh, Got Im Himmel, it's so good, oh it's so wonderful, Liebling!”
He had approached and dug his fingers into the sides of her hips. Crouching a little, he had thrust his prickhead against the inviting pink portals of her cunt, and he had felt that warm moist entry twitchingly ready to receive him. Vigorously, he
“Oh, Oooohhh, yes, yes, give it to me good!” she breathed. Her body violently shuddered now, because this caress was the preface to the burning ecstasy which she so passionately coveted.
He applied four or five stinging slaps all over her naked rump, pausing between each to let her taste the physical sting, the discomfort. He knew they only made her more furiously lustful, and she even begged for more when he finally stepped back with the belt in his right hand: “Oh no, not yet, dear Herr Professor! You haven't prepared my wicked bottom half enough, truly you haven't! Excuse me, I know I oughtn't to ask any favors because I'm about to be punished, but I do need such a good thrashing, or I'll be naughty again, you know. Please spank me some more, with all your might, before you whip me! Please!”
He shook his head and grimaced. Despite himself, he could feel his prick swelling and aching and throbbing. And the wicked little bitch had slyly brought it out into the open, and he glanced down at it and saw how red the tip was, how the lips were puckering to unleash their pent-up load of spunk into her whorish receptacles.
He put the belt back to his left hand again, drew closer, and this time regaled her with a dozen smacks over the upturned cheeks of her naked bottom. Her skin was extremely sensitive, and the marks were highly satisfactory, even for Kathy. She moaned and sighed and gasped, lifting her head, and her face had on it the exalted expression of the early Christian martyrs who were convinced that paradise awaited them after hideous torments.
Finally, he stepped back and with the belt again in his right hand, lifted it up and swept it across the tops of her naked hips with a sharp crack.
“AHHHHH! Oh yes, it's good! But not hard enough, please, Herr Professor, you've got to thrash me once and for all so I won't ever be naughty again, please, please!” she begged.
Setting his teeth, Professor Kurt Nordheim swept the strap with a sharp and sonorous impact across the ripest curves of both jutting buttocks. He heard Kathy moan in her delirious ecstasy, saw her hips swerve from left to right, and saw her grind her crotch against the edge of the trunk over which she had draped herself. Even through the gray lisle stockings he could see the muscles of her calves rippling and flexing violently as she steeled herself, or perhaps more accurately, as her body seethed with the perverse inclinations which this fustigation was engendering in her.
He gave her twenty lashes, vigorously delivered, from the tops of her hips to the base of her buttocks. They were all horizontally spaced, leaving parallel flaming lines across the squirming and jerking naked globes. Her sobs and tears and cries were not those of a woman undergoing intolerable suffering; rather, they were the sounds of lascivious rapture which strives for the unattainable zenith of carnal fulfillment. He let the belt drop from his nerveless hand, his prick gigantic now with aching longing.
“Is that all, Herr Professor?” she quavered tearfully. “You mean you don't think I was naughty enough to have double, at least? I'll be very good and brave if you want to whip me some more, truly I will! Oh no—this is so much better,—oh, Liebling, give it to me hard, don't spare me, rip me, pierce me, oh, Got Im Himmel, it's so good, oh it's so wonderful, Liebling!”
He had approached and dug his fingers into the sides of her hips. Crouching a little, he had thrust his prickhead against the inviting pink portals of her cunt, and he had felt that warm moist entry twitchingly ready to receive him. Vigorously, he
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