Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... bottom made her really lively, according to the report, with the hickory reaching deep into the groove of her bottom, and the sensitive line at the top of her thighs. When the whipping was finished, Susan pushed the carrots she’d brought into her daughter’s bottom and sweet spot, working the gritty shafts to their full depth, till just the green leaves were left outside, like two tails. Helen had to walk back to the house like that, and the vegetables were left in for the rest of the afternoon, and during the evening meal. The next entry in the journal was Helen’s, and was much more descriptive in detailing the punishment she’d been given through the day, her writing skills very evident. She revealed that she was obsessed with sex, and since her husband had left her, masturbation was her only satisfactory release, but she had a very low level of self-control. The stories and drawings were her stand- in means to gain relief, since she couldn’t write or draw well enough with one hand, and she wouldn’t allow substandard work. They did inflame her base passions though, eventually having to be dealt with, and she had introduced some discipline scenes into the accounts, so that she could punish herself as penance for her immoral behaviour. Helen was glad that her Mom had found out about her nasty habits, and was going to take her under control, just as her parents had done when she was turned thirteen. Joyce would have loved to find an older account of how the youngster was ...

... dealt with, and considered looking for other journals, but she was too engrossed now to break off. Despite Helen’s admission that all of her punishments were painful, and fully deserved, she often expressed her shame in still feeling a level of excitement from them. At times her mind focused only on the pleasure, but a well placed cut of the switch would remind her exactly why she was being disciplined, and the humiliation of being spanked at her age flooded back. While Susan hadn’t mentioned it, the end of each of her punishment sessions was covered by Helen, her Mom rubbing salve into her damaged flesh, a pot of which was now carried in a pocket of Mom’s dress. It was rubbed in with a vigour that was as much a part of the discipline as the switching had been, the tenderest places suffering a second time as strong farming fingers dug deep. Examining the state of her whipped skin was undertaken in exactly the same businesslike way, the sore flesh squeezed and pulled about to see if there had been any serious damage. Special attention was paid to Helen’s nipples as they were stretched out, then her labia, both inner and outer, followed by the clitoral hood being forcefully pulled back to inspect the swollen shaft right down to its base. Having satisfied herself that the punishment had been satisfactory, Susan had taken her daughter into her arms, hugging her warmly, and kissing the tear stained cheeks. The training imparted by discipline wasn’t reserved just for a switching, but ...