Roberta Vickers - Bondage whore

She gasped once and fell to her knees, clutching her stomach and trying to force air back into her lungs. The professor stepped back, then coldly said, "Little girl, you've been very, very bad. For that, you'll have to receive special discipline. You must be punished in a special way."

He went to one of the mock windows and yanked down a length of sash cord. He doubled it, then doubled it again. The professor tested it a few times against his hand, then walked back to Mindy. The girl was struggling to get up to her feet.

"You're going to be very sorry you resisted like you did." With a force triggered by suppressed sexual tensions, the professor landed the strands of cord across Mindy's ass. She emitted a tiny yelp, and he repeated his action again and again.

Feeling the pain in her abused rear cleared some of the cobwebs from the girl's brain. Her stomach still hurt, the muscles convulsing in reaction where he had punched her, but the stimulus he was administering to her ass soon replaced all other bodily aches with searing pain.

She staggered away from the blows, but he followed and mercilessly showered stinging slash after slash on her thinly protected buttcheeks.

Mindy stumbled and fell onto the bed in her attempts to avoid the pain being meted out by the small, well-built professor. He was astride her supine form instantly. Hands roved over her curvaceous body, lingered on her lush tits before moving on to fondle her flaring, womanly hips.

The man snorted in disgust. "You're not a little girl! You've tricked me!"

Fearing actual physical harm, Mindy cried, in her most girlish voice, "Please, mister, I'm only twelve years old. Honest!"

"We'll see about that!" The professor reached under the high-necked dress and ripped downward with a powerful motion. Mindy's opulent tits tumbled free from their hiding place, but the man didn't seem to notice. He reached down and grabbed a firmly fleshed thigh and jerked the leg aside to examine Mindy's cunt.

Finding no pussy hair seemed to appease him. "Maybe you are only twelve."

"Right, mister, and my mother's expecting me home…"

"Shut up! You must still be punished!" He quickly looped two strands of the sash cord around her stocking-clad ankles; then, as she reached down to stop him, he captured one wrist, then the other and held them in one of his large, powerful hands while he tied Mindy's wrists together. Bound, Mindy could hardly move. The man's quick, fluid movements had been expert, and he had left her with little play in the ropes.

He reached under Mindy, grabbed twin handfuls of delightfully smooth ass flesh, and picked her up like a sack of potatoes. With a grunt, he tossed his captive into the center of the big brass bed. She landed, taking the impact of her fall across shoulders and upper back, then rocked slightly as the bed springs tried to support her mass. As the bouncing died down, Mindy tiled to roll off the bed.

Lithe and quick as a panther, the professor stopped her. He gazed down at her naked length on the bed and said, a lustful undercurrent in his words, "Little girl, you've been naughty."

He took another length of the cotton sash cord and doubled it. With an exaggerated overhand motion, he brought it stinging down to land on Mindy's bare stomach. She jumped, more from nervous reaction than pain. The soft cotton cord stung, but not so much that she could not have withstood the pain it forced upon her body.

An inner light seemed to glow in the man's eyes, a look Mindy had never before witnessed in another human being. It wasn't the insane gleam of a madman; it wasn't the brilliance of genius. She could only think it was reflecting lust unchained in the man's psyche. He knew she could do anything he wanted to her lush, young body.

And he knew that he would before the session was over.

The sash cord began lashing away at Mindy's sensitized skin in crisscross patterns. Although any single blow was not hard, the incredible rapidity and expertise of the professor soon caused a warmth to suffuse throughout the bound girl's belly. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was far from being comfortable.

Seeing that Mindy was not being properly frightened of his acts, the professor declared, "Enough of this punishment. You must be thoroughly and totally scourged for your previous misbehavior." The man's breathing was slightly faster, far faster than the minor exertion could have caused. The libidinous thoughts that raced through his mind was the primary cause of his growing excitement.

He was getting turned on whipping the tied and helpless Mindy.

The professor rolled the girl over on the bed to expose the shining alabaster globes of Mindy's tight, well-formed ass. He picked up the broad leather belt he had discarded in favor of the sash cord. Mindy could barely see what he was doing, her face buried in the soft mattress. Her head rested so that she faced towards the professor, but her field of vision was severely restricted.

When the whistling length of the leather belt impacted on her softly curved butt, she emitted an anguished "Owww!" The professor rapidly followed that blow with another, then another and another.

Mindy felt true discomfort now, but soon that discomfort was blotted out by the heated flesh and what it did to her. In spite of her attempts to control her traitorous body, the girl felt the stirrings of arousal in her crotch. She hated to admit it, even to herself – perhaps especially to herself – but the professor's whipping was turning her on in a big way.

Mindy heard his rapid breathing and, by craning her neck, she could see the look on his face. He was in the throes of intense sexual excitement. His eyes were bright and seemed to radiate their lustful longing. Seeing the distinct bulge in his trousers and knowing that she was the one turning the man on added to her own sexual arousal.

Mindy felt her cunt begin to water, to sluggishly flow as her inner juices dribbled out.

As the professor continued strapping her ass, she began to writhe and moan.

The man, sensing her hotness even through his own lust-clouded gaze, stopped whipping her with his belt. He turned her over and stared down into her green eyes. "You enjoy this, don't you, little girl?"

Mindy nodded, then swallowed hard. "Please don't stop," she begged. Her voice was low, trembly like her body. She felt so shaky and quivery, it was as if her insides had been replaced with jelly.

"SLUT!" the professor cried. "Now I shall punish you!" He quickly untied her legs, all the while gazing at her hairless, juice-oozing gash. He tossed a cord over one of the posts at the foot of the bed with the skill and accuracy of a cowboy roping a steer. The professor soon had Mindy's legs tied and pulled into a wide "V" shape, the ropes secured at the two brass pillars at the base of the large bed.

In this position, the girl's buttcheeks were slightly raised off the bed and most of her weight was pressed onto her back and shoulders. This was fine with Mindy because her whipped and sore butt did not have to rub against the cheap, scratchy bedspread.

But the professor had no intention of making this comfortable for his lovely prisoner. He picked up the discarded rope and began curling it around her tender thighs, scourging the inner white flesh until it radiated a warm, intensely pink heat. Mindy found she couldn't wiggle very well in this position. She had to lie back and take the erotic punishment being dealt out to her by the excited professor.

Still, her cunt continued to gush faster and faster. It wasn't exactly pain that was sexually stimulating her; it was the knowledge that she was helpless, bound and being totally dominated by this powerful, physically aggressive man. And knowing the professor was getting off on her stoked the girl's internal fires of passion, also. Mindy could see the huge bulge in his pants, his cock begging to be freed and allowed to fuck into her gaping, pink-lipped cunt.