Forgiveness - Sex Stories

Forgiveness

... neck, I will make you suffer like you have never suffered before.” She threw me back down to the floor and strode out of the room, smoothing her dress as she walked. One of the naked whores– I guess it was Tina– grabbed my elbow and said, “This way, Baby Brother.” She dragged me by the elbow back down the flights of stairs, and when we reached the landing at the bottom, she pushed a hidden button on the wall and a door in the outer wall of the house popped open. It wasn’t until she pushed me through the doorway that I realized that I was still naked. I was standing there in the alley terrified and naked wondering how I was going to get my car and go home when the door popped open again and the other girl stood there in the doorway holding my clothes. They were all wrapped together in a big bundle. “You might need these, Baby Brother,” she said as she threw the bundle out into the middle of the alley. I watched as they landed ten feet away in puddle of muddy water. Before I could turn back towards the door, it closed once again, and the light above the door went out, leaving me in almost total darkness. I just stood there for several minutes more or less in shock. Then as my eyes got used to the blackness, I walked over to my now sodden clothes and slowly pulled them on. My belt was gone as well as my underwear. They probably had used my own belt on me upstairs, and evidently overlooked my underwear as they picked up the clothing. As I began to walk back down the hill to where ...

... I had parked my car, I realized that the lack of underwear was probably not an accident. The wet jeans rubbed against my ass with each step I took and it wasn’t long before I was taking very small painful steps as the denim scraped against the welts from the whipping I had just received. By the time I got to the car I was in so much pain that I could barely walk. I looked around and seeing noone nearby, stripped off the jeans and got into the car naked from the waist down. The seat felt cold against my raw asscheeks, but at least it wasn’t wet and it wasn’t denim. I don’t know if the lady in the booth could see that I was naked from the waist down as I paid the parking fees, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get home and go up to my apartment and jerk off. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF CHAPTER THREE OF FIVE = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = CHAPTER FOUR OF FIVE = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = [em] Baby Brother finds out what the true cost of forgiveness might be.[/em] = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I was still in bed the next morning when there was a knock on the door of my apartment. When I opened it, a rather large, but very beautiful black woman stood there holding a shopping bag. “A package from Miss Violet,” she said sweetly. “She said you probably know what to do with it, but just in case there are written instructions.” She handed me the bag and left. Inside the sack was an enema bag, a couple of bottles of some sort of liquid ...