Purity Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

Purity Ch. 09

... found its teaching invaluable in the management of his bride-to-be. It was here that he had read of the efficacy of the cuntwhip, chastity belt, and all manner of exciting and exacting punishments. He knew now that it would be a valuable source of information and guidance as he took on the mantle of husband. Indeed, this tome, alongside the Bible, would grace his bedside and act as the roadmap to guide him through the journey ahead.

In this brief intermission, Edmund was displeased to see that Alice had closed her thighs, and was hugging the punished flesh to herself, rocking gently as though to self-soothe. She was not yet crying, although he would ensure that this would soon change during the next part of her punishment.

'Spread!' he commanded, and Alice quickly forced her punished thighs apart as far as they would go, offering up her reddened folds for his punishment. Edmund took a moment to run two fingers through the dew already collecting on the petals and smiled as she hissed a little. It was clear that the rope had been rough with her tender flesh, and that meant that this whipping would be even more memorable.

Edmund always felt that a punishment was more effective if the miscreant took an active role, an acknowledgement of their need for his guidance. And so it was that he took Alice's hands from where they were tightly gripping her knees, and wrapped them around her reddened thighs, placing her fingertips on her outer lips.

'I said, spread, ...

... Alice.'

Blue eyes wide and vulnerable, Alice looked for mercy in his face. When none was to be found, she pinched her nether lips between fingers and thumb and slowly peeled her petals wider, fully exposing her flushed inners and the hardened red bud of her clit.

'I will not make you count this time, but I will expect you to keep yourself well spread for your lashes. If you let go or close your legs, I will start counting out extra strokes.' Alice bit back a muffled wail. 'As I believe you will find the ten you are owed challenging enough, I doubt that you want to be adding to them.' Edmund took her chin in his hand and locked eyes with her. 'Do you understand?'

Her face a picture of misery, she whispered, 'Yes, Father.'

'Then we shall begin.'

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Sometime later, Alice writhed in her bed though it was barely past noon, desperately trying to find some comfort as her rope chastity belt dug cruelly into her well-whipped kitty. Her reddened thighs moved restlessly against each other, and her wrists tugged against their binding to the headboard, as she wondered how she had survived her appointment with the hateful cuntwhip.

Edmund had driven her to the very brink of madness with the merciless strokes that bit at her swollen inners and whipped her honey to a froth. It had been torturous, to be sure, but inexorably, she'd found her need rising along with the heat, and her moans spoke of her agony and mounting ecstasy.

Several times, the slickness of her pained arousal ...