European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... again. “Stupid bitch! I told you to count the strokes. Lucky it was just a dress rehearsal. Let’s try again.” “Yes, Sir,” Holly whimpered, her arse still tingling from the first blow. No sooner did she finish than he crashed the paddle down hard into her already reddening cheeks. The stinging pain ripped across her rump but she had just enough composure to yell ‘one’ in a pain drenched squeal. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard was it? Now I think we’re almost ready to begin.” Holly gasped at the first two blows not being part of her allotted punishment. This was the first time her arse had been specifically targeted for abuse other than when she had been sodomised but pain was pain, regardless of where it was. Her surprise was greeted with more derision. “That’s right, Holly,” Jeremiah chuckled, “I had to be sure you understood before we began. Now if you lose count or fail to count, I’ll have to start again. Remind me again why you’re being punished.” “For lying, Sir,” Holly gulped. “Good.” Resting his hand on her back, Jeremiah took an exaggerated intake of breath to show he was about to begin then brought the paddle down across her peachy bottom. Listening intently, he heard her scream a number which, disappointingly, was ‘one’. He had hoped the bitch would say ‘two’ so he could start again but maybe she was cleverer than he gave her credit for. Undeterred, he swung again, this time enjoying her scream far more. After the third blow, he was in rhythm and able to relax and ...

... enjoy it. Her echoing shrieks were like music and knowing he was causing it only increased his passion. He reached down and grabbed her bra strap as he delivered the fifth blow, lifting Holly up off the floor a little. He closed his eyes as he pulled back for the sixth strike and smiled gleefully as the most intense of her screamed numbers rang in his ears. Readying another strike, he was deliriously happy and knew it would only get better. Holly’s arse was on fire but she still screamed the number ‘seven’ as loudly as she could. Lifted up, the cups of her bra squashed her breasts and tears and drool fell slowly to the floor. All she had in her head between each blow was the next number so when the blow struck and pain hit, she merely screamed it out. On reaching ten, Holly was daunted at not even being halfway through but was equally sure she couldn’t endure starting again. So as her arse throbbed with pain and she screamed at the blows, she focussed on keeping count. After thirteen blows, she was in a terrible state. Tears fell, drool dripped in long strands and her sobbing cries never stopped but she still counted. “More than halfway through now, Holly,” Jeremiah had to catch his breath, “does it hurt?” “Yes, Sir,” Holly got out through the tears, wary that she was forbidden to lie. “Excellent,” Jeremiah panted, “I’m not surprised either; your pretty ass is very red indeed.” Looking down, her previously white arse cheeks from the top of her thighs to just over the curve of ...