Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Dashiell Talbot stared at his wife's quivering body, seeing the effects of his blows already, as the bright red welts began to form on her lovely, white flesh. He felt a powerful throbbing in his loins, and brought the whip down hard on her bottom once again, listening as the delightful crack of it striking her was followed by the scream that was torn from her lips.

As the welts continued to burst out over her creamy skin, the thundering excitement grew stronger in his loins. More than ever before, he could feel a tense, throbbing delight at inflicting punishment, much stronger than all the times he had been forced to in the past.

He gazed at her quivering buttocks, so delightful in their shape and form, quivering so adorably with pain, now. He cracked the whip against them once more, and she jerked in agony, the tender half moons shivering delightfully under the blow again.

"Yes, my little bitch," he hissed, lashing at the base of her spine with the cruel, harsh weapon in his hand. "You deserve this, you surely do!"

Maggie writhed on the carpet, the stinging pain nearly overwhelming her, now, with all its brutal force. Never had she felt such driving agony, such pounding hurt. She sobbed as he lashed her again with the vicious instrument, now tearing open the soft, warm flesh of her shoulders with one, harsh blow.

As the blood began to well up out of the small wound, Dashiell Talbot felt the fever of his desire to hurt her growing even stronger. He brought the weapon down as hard as he could on her bottom again, and he drew a deep, red slash in her perfect bottom with the blow.

"Get up, scum, get up and lean over the chair," he snarled. "I want you bent over for me, welcoming the punishment you deserve!"

Maggie groaned on the carpet, now, pulling herself upward and over the soft, wide arm of the chair, then. She was trembling violently, the throbbing hurt racing through her with more force than ever before.

Her flesh was highly sensitized from tile grass she had smoked, and she could feel the full effects of the blows as her husband struck her, now. Each time he lashed at her flesh, the pain would throb through her with a most wonderful power and force, and her agony was driving all other sensations out of her flesh, now.

She clung desperately to the pleasure she had discovered in her pain. Somehow, the agony had a powerful ability to please her in a way she had never dreamed of. She found herself no longer having to pretend or will pleasure to the surf ace of her pain, it was now mingling deliciously with the agony on its own.

She lay across the arm of the chair, now, her long, lithe body quivering in spasms of continual hurt. She could hardly see for the blinding, red mist that had formed in front of her eyes, and the only sound she could hear, almost, was the gasp of her own tortured breathing.

Dashiell's cock was pounding in his pants as he gazed at his wife's quivering body. He moaned with desire, and brought the whip down savagely against her back once more, crossing the first wound with another.

"God, I hope you love this punishment as much as I do, scum," he snarled savagely. "I hope you enjoy being disciplined as much as I enjoying doing it to you!"

The young woman moaned, shuddering once more as the harsh, cruel whip cracked into her spine once more. She jerked her head back, moaning as the pain tore through her like a white hot blade.

"I do, darling, ohh, God, I do," she sobbed. The horror of his agony was overwhelming, now, even more than the fact that she was enjoying it so completely. "I love it, Dash, more, give me more.!"

He attacked her in a frenzy, now, cracking the whip against her spine and buttocks, lashing the tip of it cruelly against her thighs and shoulders. His ability with the lash returned to him from his childhood, and he was able to measure and time his blows perfectly, now.

The violence of his assault on her was increasing, as the blood continued to well up in her wounds and drip from them in a sickening fashion. The girl jerked and twisted

with each blow, the pain throbbing in her flesh, growing and growing in intensity.

For Dashiell Talbot, now, his wife's suffering was all that mattered. He thrilled to her screams, and the way she begged him to abuse her more. He loved seeing her lovely flesh torn by the whip, bleeding and marred by his abuse.

He lashed her repeatedly, now, never pausing as he cracked the whip against her body, never ceasing even to draw a breath, now.

She shuddered and gasped, nearly fainting under the impact of the attack by this time. Her body was merely trembling spasmodically, now, rocking from left to right against the arm of the chair, the soft moans of pain all that escaped her lips, now.

"You love this, don't you darling?" Dashiell whispered after a moment. He bent down and pressed the handle of the whip against her blood-stained shoulders. "You love to be punished like this, don't you, bitch?"

"Umm, it's so wonderful," she sighed, her voice trembling in a harsh, soft whisper. "I need this suffering, I need this punishment! But don't stop, Dash, don't stop, now, I beg of you, don't!"

Her voice was rich and sincere and the young man's cock pounded savagely in his trousers, now. His lust was burning in his loins with more fierce wanting than he had ever known. He groaned thickly, mashing his groin against her naked, damp thigh.

"I don't intend to stop, bitch," he whispered, almost sensuously, now. "I've just begun! Part of your discipline is to be sexual, remember?"

She shivered with excitement when he said that. His tongue was licking at the nape of her neck, and his free hand slithered under her body and began to fondle one of her breasts, cruelly.

She moaned once more as she felt him taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling the tender nugget back and forth between them. She sobbed as he pinched the sweet pebble cruelly, sending a harsh, stinging pain racing through her precious globe.

"Ohh, fuck me, darling," she gasped. She thrust her beaten, raw buttocks against his groin in an erotic manner. "Umm, fuck me hard, right now, my love!"

He squeezed her breast savagely in his hand, then, and she gasped as the pain tore through her. He laughed at her trembling agony and drew the whip down over her buttocks. She moaned as she felt the hard, cold leather handle slithering along her anal cleft, twisting between her buttocks, savagely. He pushed it beneath her, then, and rubbed it back and forth against her cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he snarled cruelly, scraping the handle brutally against her cunt lips. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, and cunt at the same time!"

"Yes, yes, please, please," she moaned, feeling the handing probing between her pussy lips now. "Fuck me in the ass with your cock, Dash, put the whip in my cunt!"

The idea stimulated her violently now, for he was rubbing the handle against her clit at this point and the wonderful, pulsating waves of delight were rippling through her pussy in a maddening fashion. She could feel the throbbing pleasure racing along her inner flesh, and the idea that he would take her bottom, while fucking her with the handle of the whip was exciting beyond measure, now.

She felt him poking the hard, heavy weapon at her pussy, ruthlessly, now, and she moaned as he wedged the hard, thick prong into her cunt. The thickness of the handle forced her pussy to widen considerably, and it made her cunt ache savagely as he twisted the leather tool inside of her.

His fingers were at her buttocks, now, kneading and caressing them harshly. She felt his digits digging into her fleshy half moons, squeezing and kneading them cruelly, now, forcing her body to jerk and shudder with the sheer agony of his caress. It was obvious to her, that he cared nothing for how she felt, and that only excited her all the more.