Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison") - Sex Stories

Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison")

... reached out and pulled the back of the thong down to reveal his pale, puny butt cheeks. Pale now, but not for long. “25 lashes for infidelity,” I announced. “You will count out loud, and follow it with ‘sir.’ If you don’t say ‘sir.’ I start over at zero. Do you understand?” “Y-y-y-yes , sir,” he said, now shaking hard. I knew he’d be shaking this hard, because I’d had to whip him a few times in the joint for disobedience. I brought my hand back, belt swinging, and snapped it forward. The leather cracked loudly against Sam’s ass. “One, sir!” he screamed as the place where the belt hit him started to turn red. CRACK! “Two, sir!” CRACK! “Three, sir!” CRACK! “Oww Four, sir!” CRACK! “Aaaoooww Five, sir!” He was crying by now, but that didn’t stop me. Over and over I lashed the belt against his ass, which was almost completely red. With one more CRACK against his butt, Sam sobbed “Twenty-five!” A second later, he realized his mistake. He quickly said ‘sir,’ but it was too late. “I told you what the fuck would happen, bitch!” I said savagely. “I’m sorry, Daddy!” he exclaimed. “Nope, not gonna hear it,” I said. “We start over.” Twenty-five more loud cracks filled the room, followed by screams of pain. But this time, he said ‘sir’ after counting every lick. I tossed my belt aside and walked up to him, grabbing his beet-red ass. He whimpered as he straightened up, his face was flushed and tears filled his eyes, running down his cheeks. “What do you say, bitch?” I asked. “Thank you, ...

... sir,” he muttered. “Thank you for what?” “Thank you for punishing this naughty little bitch, sir!” he yelled. “That’s right,” I hissed in his ear. Then I gave his ear a light kiss. “You know Daddy loves you, ya little faggot bitch.” “Yes, sir,” he said. “Now it’s time for you to prove how much you love Daddy.” I leaned in and murmured, “You turn to Danielle and tell her you want me, not her.” “But—” he gasped. “DO IT!” I snarled in a guttural growl. Dread flooded his face as he turned to the beautiful girl sitting by the door. “Danielle,” he said in a choked voice. “I don’t want to fuck you. I…I want Daddy to fuck me.” Danielle scoffed and said, “Somehow, I knew that was coming.” Damn right, I thought. What does a pretty young thing like her want with a submissive prison bitch boy anyway? I took my wifebeater off and stood bare-chested in front of my bitch. “Suck Daddy’s nipples,” I said. “Yes, Daddy,” he said, and he went down and did so. I teased him as I felt his teeth and tongue on my nipples, telling him how to suck and nibble. Mike, who had finished rolling his blunts, was taking pictures of my bitch servicing me. After about a minute, I lifted his chin up. “Good job, bitch,” I said. And he replied with “Thank you, sir,” though he still looked ashamed. Then I raised my right arm. “Now lick Daddy’s armpit,” I demanded. This was something he had not done before (again the element of surprise), but I had gotten the idea from Big Lukas when we had gang-raped Jerry, and now ...