Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Her husband glanced at her coldly. "You're going to pay, pig," he hissed at her cruelly, now. "And I have just the tool, I need to gather the correct punishment from your flesh!"

There was a long, silver strand of metal resting in a small urn beside the table. The handle was wooden and the silver strand was now a glowing red from laying across a bed of, coals. He picked up the peculiar whip and whisked it through the air.

It made a harsh, high-pitched whistle as he slashed it back and forth, and his wife trembled visibly as he showed the evil, glowing tool to her. "It's been a long times since I had to use the silver whip, hasn't it, scum?" he growled at her.

"Ohh, God, I know, I know I need to be disciplined, E.G.," she sobbed, blinking to keep the tear of fear from running down her cheeks. "But… but must you use that, to punish me?"

He laughed viciously, nodding his head, wildly. "Of course, you little fool," he snarled, brandishing the gleaming whip now, in front of her. "You need to be discipline severely, pig, it is the only way to be sure you have been punished enough!"

She moaned as he approached her with the weapon, flicking it against her breasts in a teasing fashion. The burning tip of the metal lashed one nipple and she gasped in pain as it seared her tender skin.

She trembled violently, now, as her husband began to crack the tip of the silver whip against her body. Each time the tiny, silver strand caressed her flesh, the red hot metal burned her skin.

She sobbed in pain, shuddering as he approached her with the whipping strand. Again and again he lashed at her hips and thighs, leaving bright, red streaks in her flesh where the metal singed her.

"Suffer well, little pig," he cackled loudly. "Show them how you can endure the punishment I give to you! Show them you can suffer well, scum!"

She screamed, turning away from him now, trying to duck under the lashing metal whip. It landed hard against her shoulders and he bore down on the strand, forcing it to burn deeply into her skin.

She screamed in agony, twisting away and he laughed with savage delight. "That's it, scum, pain is the best evidence of your punishment!"

He whipped the metal strand against her bottom and she jerked as the lash cut into her skin, and the crackle of burning flesh filled the air. The scent of burned skin was in her nostrils, now, and she gagged at the odor of her own flesh being scorched.

E.G. was relentless in his pursuit of her, now. He moved from left to right, cutting off every avenue of escape she sought. Each time she turned in one direction, he was there, lashing at her with the burning tool.

He whipped it hard at her thighs, wrapping it around her legs, and locking the strand fast against her flesh. She screamed and struggled helplessly as the red hot metal burned into her, the smoke rising in faint wisp-s from the imprisoned limbs.

"You should be happy, pig, that I bother to discipline you at all," he growled at her. "You should feel honored that I would waste my time, dealing with you! My punishment should be endured with happiness, scum!"

He yanked the strand from her legs and it left a deep, ugly burn in its wake. The woman fell to the ground and he stood over her, grinning at her savagely. He lashed down at her buttocks with the burning strand once more, and she yelped in pain, jerking upward as the blow landed.

"Please, please, no more," she sobbed, shaking her head in pain and terror. "You can discipline me in so many other ways that I love, no more of this, E.G., I beg of you, now!"

"Ohh, God, I can't stand it, I can't," she screamed, softly, as the – lash fell against her shoulders once more.

"You will take this discipline as you should," E.G. snarled, his anger reaching a point of bubbling rage, now. "You will be punished and enjoy it!"

But it was obvious that the woman was not enjoying this part of her discipline whatsoever. She jerked and shuddered under the harsh, falling lash, her body twisting against the burning metal uncontrollably, now.

E.G. seemed to be in a frenzy, now, and he continued to lash at her with the hot, gleaming metal until her whole body was a mass of burns from the cruel weapon. She lay on the stone floor, trembling uncontrollably, now, moaning softly as he continued to rain the blows down upon her.

The stench of her scorched flesh was heavy in the air, and her sobbing groans rang loudly in their ears. All of them watched, intently, as E.G. concluded the beating at last, satisfied that he had damaged her flesh, in this manner, enough.

"Now, scum, you can have the privilege of being taken by me," he snarled. "But you shall be the one to prepare the way for me, not I!"

He went back to the table and picked up a small garden hoe. He carried it over to where his wife lay, trembling on the ground, and threw it down beside her face.

"You know what to do, pig," he hissed at her savagely. "Open that pit of yours up for me, now. I want to see you getting yourself ready for me, happily!"

Laurel sobbed and stared at the thick, wooden handle of the hoe with a quaking horror. She gazed up at her husband, crying wildly. "You… I can't… E.G., I can't," she moaned. "Please, some other way, discipline me some other way!"

He nudged the hoe toward her with the toe of his boot. "There is no other way, pig," he snarled viciously. "There is only my way, as you very well know!"

He reached down then and flipped her over onto her belly. "Take the tool, scum, and open the path for me, now," he snarled. "Or shall I do it myself?"

Sobbing and shaking her head, violently, the trembling woman reached out and wrapped her fingers around the metal blade of the hoe. She was quaking violently with her tears, now, her entire body thrashing with the force of her crying.

Gingerly, she pressed the hard, raw wood of the handle against the cleft between her buttocks. Her husband watched her closely, now, a sneer curling on his lips. She gazed at him helplessly and he snorted in contempt.

"Come, come, pig, show them how much you love my discipline and punishment," he cackled. "Show them just how much you wish to repay me for your disobedience! Put it in there, scum, put it in your bum, now!"

He kicked her then, and she shrieked, as the hoe pressed deeper into her bottom. She moaned, shuddering as the huge handle began to slip down between her soft, warm cheeks, spreading them far apart.

The handle was half again as large as a man's cock and it hurt her buttocks already as she forced herself to push it between them. She sobbed as she felt the hard, rough wood tearing at her tender flesh, the slivers embedding themselves in her spongy half moons.

The thick, stubby head of the handle was now pressed tightly against her anal dot and she moaned as she felt the pressure she was pushing against herself. She tried to thrust the handle into her bum, but found she could not.

"God, please, don't make me do this, E.G.," she sobbed. "Please, I can't!"

The big man snarled at her coldly. "I said now, scum," he hissed. "Shove that handle into your hole, or I will kick it in there, pig! You are to show everyone how much you accept my discipline and command. This is your punishment, bitch, take the handle, now!"

Laurel sobbed and gripped the metal blade of the hoe with her hand once more. She took a deep breath than pushed forward, forcing the huge, hard tip of it into her bum. The pain was fierce as it roared through her flesh, and the stars spun around her eyes as she shoved the cruel weapon into her asshole.

Deeper and deeper she forced it into her bum, her flesh throbbing with pain now, as thee thick, wide prong forced her inner walls to expand far beyond their natural width. Soon she was shuddering as the pain raced through her, and the sweat of her agony was pouring off her flesh.