European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... Do you agree, Holly?” “Yes, Sir.” “So though you think you’ve learnt your lesson, I would be remiss not to fully punish you. It might only encourage you to be naughty again and we wouldn’t want that. Isn’t that true, Holly?” “Yes, Sir,” said a heavy hearted Holly, already steeling herself for the pain to come. “I’m glad,” He was pleased at how easily he could exert power over her, “stroke 21 incoming!” Holly closed her eyes then screamed the number as the paddle crashed once more into her arse. Determined to make all these last blows count, Jeremiah released his grip on her bra, letting Holly slump back down. Using his left hand to rub her sore arse, he watched Holly look round, wondering whether she had to call out a number for this as well. Jeremiah looked at her and laughed at the worry in her eyes. For a second he thought about punishing her just to hurt her some more but decided against it. He had plenty of painful things in store for her and using too much energy too soon would only ruin his fun later. So he merely chuckled as he stroked his toy’s arse cheeks and theatrically wound his arm up again. Holly’s head sank back down so her chin once again brushed the top of her breasts before, inevitably, screaming at the top of her voice as she was pummelled by yet another blow. Jeremiah laughed heartily as he put all his strength into the next two blows. But it was time to end her punishment. He placed the paddle against her rump and purred gently. Grabbing her bra ...

... strap, he tugged her up hard. She made no attempt to right herself and so for a moment he just looked at her. Pulling her up squashed her tits even more and he thought they would pop out altogether. Her head hung down limply and though her face was obscured slightly by a pigtail, he could see tears. Looking at the picture of misery across his knee spurred him on. Swinging his arm back, he closed his eyes and put all his strength into one final blow. “YEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!” Jeremiah shouted as the paddle whistled through the air to crash into her buttocks with a sickening THWACK, swiftly followed by Holly’s loudest scream of the day, a shriek so piercing the number was barely audible. The sound seemed to ring out forever and when it finally ended, was replaced immediately by sobbing. Jeremiah chuckled while she sobbed, proud of what he had inflicted on the girl. Looking at her red arse, he could see it almost throbbing, the beginning of inevitable bruising already starting to develop. Releasing his grip on her bra, she once again slumped forward still sobbing as he held out the paddle. When the woman took it from him, he leant forward in unconvincing concern. “Oh there, there, Holly, your punishment’s all over now. Come to daddy.” Wrapping his arms round Holly’s waist, he lifted her up. While not standing on her own, she didn’t make it difficult for him, supporting herself as best she could despite the pain. Waiting a moment, he then sat her down on his leg. Holly ...