Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“One! Thank you, sir!” Debbie sobbed.
By the tenth lash, to my mingled dismay and helpless excitement, I had done something so naughty it made my head spin: I had pulled the thong inside the lips of my soaking pussy, one hand’s fingers working frantically around it and over my bare flesh while the other tugged the panties against my swollen clit. Debbie’s bottom was a canvas of red welts, and tears streamed down her face, but the camera also captured how her thighs glistened with fresh arousal. The contradiction made me feel faint—the pain clearly genuine, the humiliation absolute, yet her body betrayed her just as mine betrayed me now.
“You’re getting wetter,” Abe observed after the fifteenth lash, pausing to run his fingers through her folds. “This correction is arousing you.”
“I’m sorry, sir!” Debbie wailed. “I can’t help it!”
“That’s exactly the problem,” Ruth said, moving to stroke Debbie’s hair. “Good girls learn to control their responses. Perhaps we need to add another element to your training.”
My fingers stilled as Ruth produced something from the dresser drawer—a thick rubber plug that made my own bottom clench in remembered sensation.
“Oh, no, please,” Debbie begged, but Ruth was already coating it with lubricant as Abe delivered the final five lashes of the girl’s punishment.
“Now the plug, to help you remember to maintain proper control,” Abe said. “Go ahead, Ruth. Give her a taste of what a husband does to make sure his wife obeys him. Debbie, honey, reach back and spread those cheeks for us. You’ll thank your foster mother once she’s got your butt nice and full.”
Debbie cried out as Ruth worked the plug into her thoroughly whipped bottom.
The combined sight and sound of Debbie’s punishment and violation pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me as I watched Ruth seat the plug fully between the firm little cheeks and trembling thighs where Abe’s belt had painted such vivid stripes. I bit down hard on my tongue to muffle my scream, my hips bucking wildly as the thong cut into my sensitive flesh, the friction almost painful in its intensity.
“Thank you, ma’am!” Debbie sobbed on screen, her legs shaking as she struggled to maintain position with the plug stretching her uncomfortably.
“Good girl,” Abe said, his tone shifting to something almost tender. “Now Ruth will help you get dressed for breakfast. You’ll wear your training underwear today as a reminder.”
The scene shifted to the breakfast table, where Debbie sat gingerly on a cushion, her discomfort obvious despite her attempts to eat normally. The thick training underwear showed clearly through her thin dress, and every few minutes she would shift, a small whimper escaping as the plug made its presence known.
I lay panting on my bed, the tablet sliding onto the mattress beside me. My panties were utterly ruined, twisted and soaked beyond salvation. With trembling fingers, I peeled them off, gasping as the fabric pulled away from my oversensitive flesh. The scent of my arousal filled the air—musky, unmistakable, shameful.
I held the destroyed garment up to examine it, my face burning at the evidence of my desperation. The delicate lace was stretched and distorted where I’d pulled it, the black fabric darkened further with my wetness. Without letting myself think too hard about it, I brought it to my face and inhaled deeply, the concentrated scent making my head swim and sending an aftershock of pleasure through my still-trembling body.
After sealing the thong in its labeled bag, I grabbed my laptop with shaking hands. Scott’s comment on my first report burned in my mind. He wanted specifics. He wanted me to write the words that made my face flame with embarrassment.
Video Analysis: Morning Corrections
The morning inspection scene effectively establishes the power dynamic but could benefit from more explicit dialogue during the punishment sequence. When Abe observes Debbie’s arousal, he should be more specific in his degradation.
I paused, my fingers hovering over the keys. Then, with my face burning, I forced myself to continue:
He should say something like: “Look how wet your tight little cunt is getting from your punishment, Debbie. Your pussy is practically dripping for the belt. What kind of shameful slut gets this aroused from having her ass whipped?”
CHAPTER 11
Grace
The next morning I chose an ivory lingerie set that seemed a little more elegant than most of the others Selecta had put in my now embarrassingly full underwear drawer. Mostly satin rather than lace—though with some lovely trim—it felt almost protective against my skin as I dressed in the cream-colored shift dress I’d noticed in the closet yesterday for the first time. In the mirror, I looked a bit more sophisticated than usual, though definitely still on the innocent side of sophistication. The thought of Scott seeing me that way brought a blush to my cheeks, and I turned quickly away.