This story is purely fiction, and contains sexually explicit situtions possibly involving (but not limited to) rape, pedophilia, vegetables, coffee mugs, and various farm animals.

The characters in these stories are in no way based on real people. If you feel that they might be based on you, you are probably an idiot. I don't know you.

Keep this shit out of the hands of children you lazy, thoughtless bastard. Do you have ANY idea what a kid who read this stuff during his childhood would grow up to be? Well, YOU'RE READING THE KIND OF FUCKED UP SHIT HE WOULD END UP WRITING.

Enjoy.
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Almost bitterly, Kendra sprawled herself atop the bed and allowed Jack to tie her up. She took a deep breath, and tried to relax. While parts of her dreaded the situation, others betrayed her and made apparent her arousal. Her nipples were perky as ever, and her crotch was plenty moist.

After she was properly bound to the bed posts, Jack ran his fingertips across her back, leaving a wake of goose bumps. He adored her perfect body as much as he adored her as a person. He never felt guilty, however, when he was about to strap her. It was, mostly, consensual. She was his subby, and he was her master. Even if she cried and groaned, he knew that she loved it. Well, most of the time.

Cool as ever, Jack picked up the belt and came back the the bedside. It was a short, thick leather belt, perfect for spanking.
The room was silent, except for Kendra's nervous, eratic breathing. Within seconds, the silence was broken by the swish of the belt as it split swiftly through the air and landed an instant later as the resounding CRACK of the belt on her bare bottom echoed through the room. Kendra shrieked. Jack, remembering how loud she could get during a long strapping, thought about gagging her. He decided against it, as he found her screams very erotic.

He watched as a long, red strip appeared on her bottom. In a flash, he wallopped her 3 more times, fast as lightning.
CRACK CRACK CRACK

Kendra let ouf a little, "mmf" noise, and tried to ignore the sharp stinging.

She was being punished for refusing to drink her own urine (an idea of Jack's, which was actually a punishment for a previous infraction, wherein he had caught her masturbating).

Because she had refused a punishment, he was forced to give her quite the flogging. He had no set number of times that he planned to hit her. He would decide based on the welting, and her cries. Or whenever his arm got tired.

Satisfied by the resulting redness, Jack began unleashing a hail of blows, with no time for recuperation in between. After some 12 blows, Kendra clenched her eyes and let out a long, low moan that precursed her eventual sobbing. Tears welled up in her eyes, and fluid began building up inside of her cunt.

During a recreational (not for the purpose of punishment) spankings, he usually used his hand. It hurt much less, and she found it much more sensual. He had a cane, which he only brought out for extreme punishment, and had only had to do so once before. Jack had thought about caning her this time, but she pleaded with him, and he decided a long strapping was almost as bad.

He hit her as hard as he could another five times, the belt landing length wise across her entire bottom. The red had become crimson, and it would soon become black and blue. Kendra strained wildly against her bonds, trying maniacally to break free or to soothe her burning, tortured backside. He would not allow it.

He let her calm down a bit before he began another rapid succession of blows which numbered somewhere around ten. As he went about strapping her, she started sobbing openly, tears rolling down her face and her backside darkening. Soon, it began to swell slightly, and her pain was unbearable.

She begged for him to stop. He responded by pounding her as hard as he could another 10 times, his erection throbbing with each *CRACK*.

Welts and bruises were beginning to appear on her tortured red backside, but Jack's arm felt up for another 10 hits or so. As such, he compromised, and gave her another five thrashings.

When he was done, her body quivered terribly, and her wails were almost deafening. And, though she was sobbing uncontrollably, she was sexually aroused on a massive scale. After Jack untied her, one hand immediatly moved to rub her sore, burning backside, and another moved to her sopping wet vagina.

Before she had time to being masturbation, Jack was upon her, lifting her back end up and propping her on her knees. Her then mounted her doggy-style, and slowly slid the entire length of his throbbing member into her eager, saturated vagina. Her beautiful, full vagina lips parted easily and made way for him - no muscle in her body daring, or able, to try to stop him from fucking her.

As soon as he was inside of her, her sobbing subsided, and she moaned. As he picked up a rythm, she began to forget about her aching behind - which she was always promptly made aware of as he smashed almost violently into it with the motion of his fucking, making her squeel.

In no time whatsoever, her muscles locked up and she spasmed in the iron grip of a powerful orgasm - her mind a curious swirl of pain and pleasure all eminating from her body half. When she finished, she collapsed on the bed, Jack finishing up inside her a few moments later.

They each took a shower, got dressed, and had chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas for dinner.

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