Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

"Stay there, scum," he growled at her. "You just wait for the discipline you deserve, you worthless bitch!"

To her surprise and shock, Maggie saw that Nola was making no attempt to escape. She leaned over the back board of the bed, her pajama-clad body trembling violently, as her husband ripped a pillow case into long, wide strips.

Maggie watched intently as Winston turned and walked back to his wife, and began to tie the strips around his wife's wrists, binding her to one of the posts of the bed. He yanked the knots tight, and Nola gasped in pain.

"Now you're going to get what's coming to you, scum," he snarled. He grabbed hold of the top of her pajamas and ripped downward, tearing it away from her body in one vicious stroke.

Nola gasped and shuddered, moaning as he fit his hands into the waist band of her pajama bottoms and pulled them down along her short, stocky legs. She squealed with, obvious delight, trembling as she was stripped, completely, naked, now.

"Yes, Winston, yes my master, give me my punishment, now," she whispered. Her voice was thick and trembling with clear desire, as she turned to face him behind her.

"Ummm, I need it, Master, ohh, I do," she whispered, licking her lips to make them glisten, the blood still dripping, from her torn petals. "God, I've waited so long for this! Now, give me your discipline, now!"

As Maggie watched, Winston walked back and forth behind his bound and trembling wife, his eyes searching the room for an instrument to use on her. He laughed thickly and quickly walked over to the mantle above the fire place.

There was a long, curved wooden riding crop on, the mantle, its tip studded in silver. He took it down, cracking it hard against the palm of his hand, then turned and walked back over, to his helpless wife.

"You want this, don't you bitch?" he snarled, laying the tip of the crop against her quivering shoulder. "You want to taste my discipline, now, don't you, scum?"

Nodding, her voice now thick with ringing passion, she groaned and rocked her body from left to right in an inviting manner. "Yes, ohh, you know it's so, yes, yes," she gasped. "I need to be punished for the bitch that I am! I need it so badly, Master! Beat me, please, Winston, beat your wicked wife, now, please!"

Winston seemed to be as excited as she was, now, for he was quivering on his feet, his hand gripping and squeezing the handle of the riding crop, anxiously. He traced a path down the length of his wife's spine with the metal tip, pushing it hard against her flesh when he reached the curve of her ample buttocks.

"You belong to me, bitch," he hissed cruelly. "You do what I say, understand? I'm your master in this house, and I tell you what and how to think! You need a good beating, scum, to teach you how wonderful my discipline can be!"

Straining her head back to gaze at him, Nola groaned in audible need. "Yes, yes, punishment, punishment is what I deserve, Master," she whispered anxiously. "Now, please, give me the gift of your punishment, now!"

Winston laughed savagely and raised the riding crop over his head. "Suffer, slave," he hissed cruelly. "Suffer for your Master now, you bitch!"

With that, he brought the crop down hard on her naked shoulders, the point of the weapon digging into her flesh, viciously. She screamed in agony, shuddering with the force of the blow, sobbing as a thin trickle of blood, escaped her wound.

Maggie could see from the way her body jerked violently under the blow, that the woman bound to the bed was in fierce, and brutal agony. But she did not appear to be suffering in the normal fashion, for incredibly, she was twisting her body up to meet the next strike of the crop.

"Harder, Winston, hit me harder," sobbed Nola, then. Her eyes were fierce with passion and her chunky frame quaking with excitement. "Ummm, it's so marvelous when you, beat me, darling, so marvelous to be punished by you!"

"Silence, pig," snarled her husband, bringing the crop down on her full, ripe buttocks once again. "I didn't tell you to speak! You don't say a word until I tell you to! I can see you have a lot of discipline to catch up on, scum!" He cracked the riding crop, against the base of her spine, then, and she wailed in, the purest cry of pain that Maggie had ever heard. She remembered her own flesh being lashed earlier that evening, but she knew that Dash's blows had not been as violent and fierce as what she was not viewing.

Dash had beaten her, savagely, even, but there hadn't been the sense of thrill, in, his attack, that she noticed in Winston's eyes, nor the pure, brutal power in his blows that she could see the man putting in his.

She watched with a rumbling in her belly that had more to do with her own personal fear and worry, now, than the, horror and shock she was feeling as she watched the beating progress. She could hear the wet, sickening smack of the crop crashing into Nola's flesh, followed at once by the woman's tortured cries of pain.

Winston was breathing like a raging bull, now, the sweat running off his forehead as he lashed at his wife with the crop. She shuddered and moaned, gasping as he cracked the vicious tool hard against her buttocks once more, tearing the flesh open with the gleaming silver tip.

"Ohh, Jesus, yes, more, yes," she moaned, thrusting her ass up into the air to welcome yet another blow. "Harder, Master, punish me harder, please!"

Winston laughed savagely and lashed at her thick, quivering thighs with a brutal power. His strength seemed to grow with each blow that he struck, as if he were growing in power from the sound of her flesh being ravaged and her cries of pain that echoed loudly in the room.

His wife twisted around on the floor, giving him the front of her body to attack, and Maggie watched with growing horror as he now lashed with the crop, at her full, bobbing breasts. He seemed to take great delight each time he struck her nipples, and Nola screamed with pleasure as the force of the blows grew in intensity.

"You love it, don't you, you scum bitch?" he smiled, cracking the crop against the white, quivering globes that bounced on her chest. "Come on, tell me, scum, tell your Master how much you love his punishment!"

Nola's face was a pale white now, completely drained of color. Her eyes were shut tight in agony, but she nodded her head fiercely, and gasped, her words with, excitement.

"Ohh, yes, yes, it's wonderful," she sobbed, twisting as the crop cracked hard against her upper thighs. "Ummm, it hurts so good, Winston, it hurts so very good!"

Her flesh was quickly growing thick, with welts and wounds now. The tip of the riding crop was stained with her blood, and her belly was as red as a cherry as he cracked the weapon against, it, repeatedly. He laughed, aiming for her cunt and lashing the damp, trembling hillock as viciously as he could, then.

She screamed as the tender, delicate area erupted in pain, and her screams of pure ecstasy almost drove Maggie from her position behind the door. The young woman could not believe that her sister-in-law was enjoying this, but the facts were too clear and certain to her blinking eyes.

"How do you feel now, scum?" Winston hissed. He was shuddering in spasms of rage and lust, and Maggie could see the hard mound of his cock growing bigger every second behind his pajama bottoms. "How do you like it, now, pig!"

"Ohh, God, it's wonderful, Master, just wonderful," Nola sobbed, jerking violently as he cracked the tip of the riding crop against her cunt mound once more. "It's so beautiful, Master, to be punished by you is so beautiful, yes, yes, yes!"

"Who do you belong to, scum, who owns your worthless flesh, pig?" he growled.

"You, Master, only you," she sobbed, the tears of her pain and ecstasy roiling down her cheeks, now. "Ohh, God, your discipline is so wonderful, Master! I am yours, completely yours, now!"