European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... Holly. What a pleasant surprise. Most naturally big-titted bitches like you have fat legs and big wobbly asses. But this,” he slapped her arse hard, “is very nice indeed. Now to your punishment. What is a good way to punish a naughty school girl?” Holly very quietly sighed. She had been asked before about what punishment she wanted and it hadn’t gone well. First she must understand what had been said to her. Though she had a thicker skin now, it still wasn’t easy trying to understand how anybody could talk to another human being like that. She was a sweet and good natured young woman, not a ‘naturally big-titted bitch’. Yet she knew she couldn’t dwell on the emotional hurt he caused but had to prepare for the physical hurt. This time, choosing her own punishment would be easier. Her position made it clear what he wanted and so, with some trepidation, she ventured an answer. “A spanking, Sir?” she said, her position diverting the sound to the ground. “Speak up, girl!” Jeremiah barked, although he had heard exactly what she had said. “A spanking, Sir?” Holly was much louder. “Yes, what an excellent idea! A nice hard spanking to teach you not to lie. How many times do you think I should spank you, Holly?” “Erm…” Holly desperately tried to think of an answer that would please him, “ten?” “Ten!?” said in mock consternation, “You think ten spanks is enough for lying to me, girl?” “No, Sir,” Holly whimpered, “20?” “That’s more like it but I don’t think it’s enough. You’ve been ...

... such a naughty girl, I think 25 would be best, don’t you?” “Yes, Sir,” Holly was resigned. “Good. Now let’s get these panties down whilst my assistant here grabs the paddle.” Tensing on the word “paddle”, Holly had a flashback to her best friend slamming a dildo into her pussy and repeatedly crashing a paddle into her breasts. The betrayal she felt as her friend seemed to revel in hurting her was the worst moment of her life and the word brought the feeling rushing back. She barely noticed as he edged her panties down her thigh to expose her pale white arse. “Oh Holly,” Jeremiah vaguely sensed her discomfort, “you didn’t think I’d only use my hand, did you? You need to be punished properly, girl, you need to learn your place. Ah, here it is.” The woman handed him the paddle and Jeremiah beamed at its weight. And the holes in the surface that would speed up his strikes. Teasing her with the instrument that was to torment her, he pushed down against her creamy arse then rubbed it from side to side, watching small circles of skin emerge through the paddle’s holes. Lightly tapping the paddle against her bum, he leant in. “Are you ready for your instructions, Holly?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl. I’m going to strike your ass 25 times. You got that?” “Yes, Sir.” “Excellent. Now I want you to count the strokes. Let’s try that.” With barely any warning, Jeremiah swung the paddle into her arse with a loud smack. Holly shrieked loudly as he cackled loudly. When his laughter died down, he spoke ...