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"Yesss, oh yes" Kate moaned. Kate climaxed as she felt the hot dog cum fill her tight pussy. Julie was rubbing her clit as Scooter continued to thrust into her pussy. Scooter's cock fell out of Kate's pussy, and he jumped from the bed and scattered off.
"god that was so hot" Kate moaned. "wonderful, wasn't it" Julie replied. The sisters laid there and held each other. Julie rubbed the oozing cum from her sister's pussy all across her wet clit. As Julie rubbed Kate's pussy, Kate climaxed again. Julie climbed on top of her and they passionately kissed. Julie laid there holding her sister for quite a while. "Grandma should be here soon" Julie said, let's get dressed". They quickly dressed and as they ran downstairs, Grandma had just pulled into the driveway. They ran out and helped her carry in the groceries.
"What did you 2 do while I was gone?" Grandma asked. "Oh we played with Scooter" Julie replied. "Yes, he's so much fun to play with isn't he?" Grandma replied.
"Oh yes, he's so fun" Kate said. All 3 laughed. After they put the groceries away, Grandma and Scooter entertained the girls with a really hot show. Soon all 3 wound up in bed with the dog and each other. They really had fun on the farm that summer.
It was a hot balmy night... the sort we don't have many of in England, and my Master was making use of the warm weather, outside whenever possible. I'd been introduced to so many new sensations this year, that I felt like a tight spring...
I'd discovered the joys of making him happy, and the pains of displeasing him, but they too were given lovingly and accepted willingly by me with gratitude for his effort in making me become what I am. He loved me, I was sure of that, and I knew he wouldn't ever harm me or put me in a position where I might be harmed by another. In a nutshell I belonged to him... and however much he denied it, he belonged to me too. His was the physical ownership though, every hair on my head belonged to this man, given to him by me to pleasure him as he saw fit.
I contemplated this as my Lord and Master decided on his method of punishment this evening... I knew whatever he chose that I would feel the sting! Without a doubt I deserved this, I had been wrong in not obeying the simple instructions. To argue is to disobey, and to disobey is to be chastised... I know this and still I do it? The thrill running through me secretly explains my irrationality. I welcome the caress of the whip or the bluntness of his strap. I need it to thrive and grow. It opens my soul and shows in every look. The pain is clearly visible to those that understand, in my every look and movement. My Master says I wear my subservience like a badge, he knew what I was before I even did.
The roughness of the bark rubs my stomach, but not painfully, more a reminder that I am not here to enjoy myself. There is a reason I am leaning across this thick gnarly fallen Oak. It serves a purpose, there is no need to restrain me, I know I must be punished and I accept it simply and without question. Out here in the forest though, I am nervous... stray ramblers or dog walkers that must inevitably be enjoying this unaccustomed weather as well, could stumble across us at any time. He knows I fear this and plays on my fears... dragging each second into a minute. Taking more time than normal to choose his method of chastisement.
Eventually I feel the smooth leather of the whip sliding down across my back and onto my bare bottom. He speaks at last... "I've chosen the whip, I know how much you adore the fineness of it, I do indeed feel it is the King of all my collection"
And he's right as usual... the purity of the whip is unrivalled, it is an age old punishment, as effective now, as it was 100 years ago. I sigh and mentally prepare myself.