The Camp Slut- Night 3 - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Night 3

... again, a little harder still. "Three, Sir!" Her ass began showing pink stripes where the belt landings overlapped. Again, a little harder. "Four, S.. Sir!" The tears had started, she shifted her hips as the true ache began to sink in. I swung, just a little lighter, as I'd found where I wanted to be. "fff...Five... Sir.." she sobbed. I could see her clawing at the ground with her fingers, her toes flexing. A fine sheen of sweat started beading on her skin. Smack. "Siiixxx... Six, Sir," she sobbed. I frowned. The redness was building too quickly across her ass for my comfort. I lightened the swing again. "AAAAHH... Un... no... Seven, Sir!" I nodded. She was at her limit. She probably wouldn't make the full count now, regardless. I thought about the next swing. Do I let her off easy, or go hard and push her to say Uncle? I swung again at the same level as before. She screamed, "AAAHHHEEEIIIGGHT... SSIRR!" Her body was shaking, sweating, her face was a wreck of tears and pain. I looked at Slut, and she shook her head. "Dana, are you okay?" I asked. "We can stop, if you want. You have done well, and I will accept the punishment as complete." She lay sobbing, shaking, but shook her head. "No. Finish," she managed. I shrugged. I swung. The sound of leather across abused flesh echoed almost as much as the scream that followed. "nine, sir," she whispered between sobs. Her ass was a series of angry red lines. I swung a last time. I waited. She cried out, and she sobbed. The color ...

... of her butt told me she was already looking at an uncomfortable few days trying to sit. I waited. I counted to ten. "I guess we start over, since you could not keep count." The only sound was her crying. I swung, lowering my strik a little, coming across the top of her thighs. She screamed out again, "One, Sir!" I smiled, an idea forming of what she was doing. I swung again a little lower still. The belt dipped a little between her legs, touching her puffy pussy just a little. "owowowowowow... Two Sir!" Swing. "Three, Sir!" We continued. I moved my strikes down her thighs, then back up. Her legs and ass were turning a beautiful series of red shades. She got to nine, and again stopped counting. I just kept swinging, giving her time to catch her breath a little and call out. Without prompting, she started over at one. The third time she failed to count number ten, Davis called out. "Dana! What the fuck? Say 'ten', already!" Dana shook her head, and whispered, "one, sir." And so it continued. At number fifty, she finally said, "Ten, Sir! Thank-you, Sir!" I nodded and smiled. "Good girl. You've made me very proud, and impressed the other Misters here today. Slut, tend to her." I went and sat in my chair, not moving her clothes first. I looked over at Davis, who was shaking his head, drinking a beer, and watching Slut and his partner. "You're wondering why, aren't you, Deputy? Why she wouldn't let me finish?" He nodded. "She wanted to prove she was strong as Slut. That she could ...