The Photo Shop Ch. 63 - Sex Stories

The Photo Shop Ch. 63

... purple welts on her back and thighs. I sure hoped that she had looked up how to do all that.

Before I realized how long I had been figuring out what to do, the fifteen minutes I allowed her to use the bathroom were up and she appeared back in the living room, smelling like roses. She took up again where she left off, in the same corner of the living room in an inspection position, pushing her lovely little boobs out.

"Waitress!" I said, and yes she immediately jumped in the position, one leg cocked over the other arms out on both sides of her body with her hands turned up at the level of her titties. I wondered if I would be able to fault her, making her liable for punishment, so I continued.

"Nadu!" and again in a flash, she was on her knees, spreading them wide, so that her shaved pussy was clearly visible, her hands resting palms upwards on her thighs, her head bowed looking at the floor.

Maybe I could trick her, there was a position that was not so well known and not commonly used, so maybe Jack hadn't taught her that one.

"Oscar!" I yelled.

And yes I had her, she looked at me with huge question marks in her eyes, not knowing what to do.

"Well slave, I said Oscar, why didn't you assume the position?"

"I, I...don't know what to do Master, I've never heard of that position."

"Are you familiar with the statue of the film Oscars?"

"Yes, Master."

"And do you know what the statue looks like?"

"More or less Master."

"So imitate what you ...

... know then."

She sort of stood up in the Egyptian position, crossing her arms over her chest, hands at the top of her boobs. Basically, she did a very good job; the Oscar statue figure indeed held a very long sword, pointing down with his hands crossed over his abdomen, above his navel, if he were to have one.

"Nice try but wrong slave."

"Can you please teach me, Master?"

"OK, take the attention position, and now put your hands flat on your boobs, but well above the nipple, with your elbows on each side of your ribcage, pointing down."

"Like this Master?" She asked when she finished.

"Yes, now it's correct," as a final test, I shouted "Humble," she was clearly familiar with that position as she performed it flawlessly.

"OK slave, as punishment for your failure to execute the previous position I'll give you 10 swats with a flogger, followed by another 10 with the cane."

The position she was in was perfect to administer the 20 swats to her alluring Brazilian butt. I don't know what it is but Brazilian women do have unique bottoms, not as big as black girls' nor like the usually skinnier butts of white girls.

"Count backward from 20." Whack!

"20, thank you, Master," she added without even being asked.

I began swirling the flogger and hit her behind with every pass, she counted down nicely on every hit, adding a small squeak every time I hit a bit harder. When she reached 11, I replaced the flogger with the cane and resumed the punishment. This, I ...