Purity Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

Purity Ch. 09

... shears.

'Father...?' Alice's voice was unsteady.

'I believe that, in my haste to get you to your appointment with the smith, I was remiss in failing to give you a memorable enough spanking.' Alice tensed and flicked her eyes to the rope whip. 'And in doing so,' he continued, 'you gave yourself over to lust when another man's hands were upon you.'

'I'm sorry, Father. I didn't mean to. The rope, it was rubbing... I couldn't help it.'

'Indeed. And it is my duty as your future husband, to ensure that such lapses in control are dealt with swiftly and thoroughly so that you will learn how to behave as a good and obedient wife. Is that not so, Alice?' He looked upon her almost kindly, and she felt ashamed that she had let him down so badly today after begging him not to give up on her.

Genuinely contrite, Alice looked up and grasped the hand not holding the whip. 'I'm so sorry that I acted wantonly, Father.' She locked her eyes on the whip hand now, 'Please punish me so that I can be worthy of my place as your wife.'

Edmund smiled benevolently. 'Of course, my dear.'

When, minutes later, Alice found herself naked and lying on her back on Edmund's bed, her knees grasped to her chest, thighs splayed for her punishment, she felt a little less sure of her convictions. The instrument she had helped to make, acuntwhip Edmund had informed her, would act as a scourge for her feminine flesh, and that, he explained, was what she needed to help cool her ardour and ...

... discourage her fingers from foraging where they should not.

'I think that twenty strokes will be sufficient. Ten on your inner thighs and ten right at the font of your wickedness.' Alice felt lightheaded at the thought of the whip repeatedly lashing at her already abraded flesh.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!

Instead of alternating between her spread legs, Edmund had concentrated each stroke on her left thigh. Starting just above her knee and working his way up until the tendrils almost kissed her outer folds. The speed of the attack was so shocking that she had barely had time to draw breath, and it was not until he switched his attentions to her other thigh that she was able to release a tortured groan.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!

The second set was less of a surprise, but no less torturous and she moaned as the tender white skin flushed a mottled red, thin lines crisscrossing the entire surface.

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Edmund paused in his work, well pleased that his cuntwhip was as effective as he had hoped. While the hemp strands were not as severe as the knotted leather lash he used on her delectable bottom, it had a cruel bite and seemed to work wonders on her more delicate flesh.

Being an educated man, he was well-read and had access to books that were not considered appropriate for the common man. One of these historical texts extolled the virtues of a strict training regime of corporal punishment and orgasm restriction for wayward wives, and he had ...