Backstage Pass 5: Punishment in the Little Cabin - Sex Stories

Backstage Pass 5: Punishment in the Little Cabin

When Harold had removed himself from the muffin's prostrate form, Bill released the sobbing teen from her bondage, allowed her to shake some feeling back into her limbs, attached her wrist cuffs together behind her back, and frog marched her across the little clearing to the other wooden shack. Inside was a homemade saw horse padded with simple cloth over straw. He pushed her belly down onto the pad and fastened her wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of the saw horse, but not before he had to slap her face and her tits to make her move where he wanted. She kept yelling at him from behind her gag, and her body shook with shock and anger, her face streaked with tears.

The smaller cabin was made of logs that had originally been hewn to fit together nicely, but after years of weather, chinks had appeared. Just as well, since it had no window, just a door made of vertical boards that creaked on its hinges. The gaps in the log walls gave the only light on that side of the cabin. The doorway left ajar provided light on the other. The dim light gave a medieval feel to the cabin, like a dungeon where the cries of the tortured were confined to its musty floor and murky walls. The little muffin bound naked face down on the wooden horse completed the scene as Bill, still naked with erect penis, took a bull whip down from a peg on the wall and walked behind her.

He examined her smooth rounded buttocks with eyes, hands, and mouth, and he slipped his fingers down her bum crack into her asshole and cunt. “This time you’ll really wail, my lovely,” he promised. “The only way you can make the pain stop is to open your sweet mouth for my cock. Nod if you understand.” Eyes wild and darting left and right, the muffin nodded her head. “Good. Nod again when you’re ready to suck me. OK then, here we go.”

The first lash cracked over her shoulder blades and echoed so loudly around the walls of the little cabin that it startled me. I moved back to stand along the wall next to the door with the others so we could observe the whipping. A long red welt appeared instantly across the muffin’s shoulders, and her scream was barely muffled by the gag in her mouth. This time, the scream was really agonized, not just from anger and frustration. The next lash crossed her lower back over her kidneys with the same result.

Then Bill concentrated on her buttocks. With superb control, he laced her bum cheeks with angry red tracks, never laying the whip over the same track twice. He whipped down her bum and over her braced thighs, eventually moving around to a high angle that allowed his overhand flick of the whip to curl around her upper thigh and into her asshole and cunt. By then, the muffin had gone hoarse with screaming. Her body shook with deep sobs and the shivers that deep pain causes. As another lash found the tender lips of her pussy, she emitted an agonized scream and began to nod her head furiously.

Bill coiled up the whip and returned it to its peg. He went to her ...