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Authors: Leah Kelley
when he laid the stroke.
Unlike his paddlings which were hard and fast, Joseph whipped her slow and steady, wrapping the leather solidly around her behind about once every four or five seconds. A paddling was over quickly, lasting no more than a minute or so. A belt-whipping, he decided, should last awhile. He looked at the clock. It was 6:45. He would whip her at least until 6:50.
Only one minute had passed when Bonnie suddenly let go of the bedpost after a particularly hard stroke to her lower cheeks and danced about the room with her hands on her bottom. Joseph grabbed her forearm and started to whip her around in a circle while she danced and squirmed about.
“ Oooooh! Stoooppp! Pleeeaase, Joseph!” she cried. “I can’t stand it! OOOHHH! IT HURTS!”
Bonnie’s bottom tucked so far forward she fell to the ground, screaming when her behind hit the carpet. He pulled her to her feet and lifted her face down across the bed. She kicked her legs and pounded on the bed with her fists while he continued to whip her with slow, solid strokes.
Bonnie’s backside and thighs were literally covered with stripes after only three minutes. Joseph hardened his heart, determined this would be an experience she’d not soon risk repeating. She screamed nonstop now, her body frantically writhing and rolling around on the bed while her legs moved up and down as if she were riding a bicycle. She turned over several times, but Joseph just whipped the front of her thighs until they were covered with stripes as well before he forcibly turned her facedown across the bed again.
“ I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY, JOSEPH! PLEEASSE, I CAN’T STAND ANYMORE!”
Bonnie’s bottom turned crimson as if he’d paddled her good and hard, and each stroke of the leather blanched it white with a belt mark. She’d grown hoarse and sobbed pitifully. He’d only whipped her four minutes but he decided she’d had enough.
She still squirmed around awhile after he’d finished with her, sobbing and whimpering while she gingerly held her sore bottom.
“ Have you learned your lesson or should I whip you the other minute like I’d planned?” he asked.
“ Nooo... ” she cried. “I’ve learned my lesson, Joseph. I swear I’ll never keep anything from you ever again. Please don’t whip me anymore! Please!”
He laid the belt aside and gently rubbed her upturned bottom which felt hot against his palm. He pulled her into his arms where she hid her head against his chest, wetting his shirt with her tears.
“ It’s okay, Sweetheart. It’s over. I’m not going to whip you anymore. Shhh.”
“ I’m sorry... ” she cried.
“ I know. I forgive you. Shhh.”
“ I didn’t mean to lie to you,” she sniffled.
He continued to smooth her hair and rub her back. Finally he removed his blue jeans and made love to her using the utmost gentleness. When he’d finished, Bonnie was quiet though she continued to sniffle occasionally.
He looked at the clock. It was 7:40. The girls would soon be home. He sighed.
Bonnie lifted her head to look at the clock as well. “Joseph?”
“ Yes?”
“ You’re not going to... are you going to... ”
“ I am going to give the girls a belt-whipping,” he told her, narrowing his eyes.
She lowered hers. “Yes, Sir.” Then she turned over and started to cry again.
He touched her on the shoulder. “Bonnie, you need to get up and put on a nightgown. The girls will be here soon.”
She nodded and rose slowly to walk to the dresser. Gingerly she studied her bottom in the mirror. It remained crimson and was criss-crossed with belt marks. With a slight whimper she pulled a soft cotton nightgown from the drawer and slipped it over her head, grimacing when it slid across her bottom.
She lifted a jar of cream from the dresser top and looked at him. “May I use this, Joseph? Please?”
Joseph nodded. Sometimes
Unlike his paddlings which were hard and fast, Joseph whipped her slow and steady, wrapping the leather solidly around her behind about once every four or five seconds. A paddling was over quickly, lasting no more than a minute or so. A belt-whipping, he decided, should last awhile. He looked at the clock. It was 6:45. He would whip her at least until 6:50.
Only one minute had passed when Bonnie suddenly let go of the bedpost after a particularly hard stroke to her lower cheeks and danced about the room with her hands on her bottom. Joseph grabbed her forearm and started to whip her around in a circle while she danced and squirmed about.
“ Oooooh! Stoooppp! Pleeeaase, Joseph!” she cried. “I can’t stand it! OOOHHH! IT HURTS!”
Bonnie’s bottom tucked so far forward she fell to the ground, screaming when her behind hit the carpet. He pulled her to her feet and lifted her face down across the bed. She kicked her legs and pounded on the bed with her fists while he continued to whip her with slow, solid strokes.
Bonnie’s backside and thighs were literally covered with stripes after only three minutes. Joseph hardened his heart, determined this would be an experience she’d not soon risk repeating. She screamed nonstop now, her body frantically writhing and rolling around on the bed while her legs moved up and down as if she were riding a bicycle. She turned over several times, but Joseph just whipped the front of her thighs until they were covered with stripes as well before he forcibly turned her facedown across the bed again.
“ I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY, JOSEPH! PLEEASSE, I CAN’T STAND ANYMORE!”
Bonnie’s bottom turned crimson as if he’d paddled her good and hard, and each stroke of the leather blanched it white with a belt mark. She’d grown hoarse and sobbed pitifully. He’d only whipped her four minutes but he decided she’d had enough.
She still squirmed around awhile after he’d finished with her, sobbing and whimpering while she gingerly held her sore bottom.
“ Have you learned your lesson or should I whip you the other minute like I’d planned?” he asked.
“ Nooo... ” she cried. “I’ve learned my lesson, Joseph. I swear I’ll never keep anything from you ever again. Please don’t whip me anymore! Please!”
He laid the belt aside and gently rubbed her upturned bottom which felt hot against his palm. He pulled her into his arms where she hid her head against his chest, wetting his shirt with her tears.
“ It’s okay, Sweetheart. It’s over. I’m not going to whip you anymore. Shhh.”
“ I’m sorry... ” she cried.
“ I know. I forgive you. Shhh.”
“ I didn’t mean to lie to you,” she sniffled.
He continued to smooth her hair and rub her back. Finally he removed his blue jeans and made love to her using the utmost gentleness. When he’d finished, Bonnie was quiet though she continued to sniffle occasionally.
He looked at the clock. It was 7:40. The girls would soon be home. He sighed.
Bonnie lifted her head to look at the clock as well. “Joseph?”
“ Yes?”
“ You’re not going to... are you going to... ”
“ I am going to give the girls a belt-whipping,” he told her, narrowing his eyes.
She lowered hers. “Yes, Sir.” Then she turned over and started to cry again.
He touched her on the shoulder. “Bonnie, you need to get up and put on a nightgown. The girls will be here soon.”
She nodded and rose slowly to walk to the dresser. Gingerly she studied her bottom in the mirror. It remained crimson and was criss-crossed with belt marks. With a slight whimper she pulled a soft cotton nightgown from the drawer and slipped it over her head, grimacing when it slid across her bottom.
She lifted a jar of cream from the dresser top and looked at him. “May I use this, Joseph? Please?”
Joseph nodded. Sometimes
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