525 - Her Mistress' Voice

by Pulsar

Long ago in what some call the 'Dark Ages,' greed ruled the nobility and superstition ruled the peasantry. Beneath a cold stone castle sat a dungeon of barbaric practices of ancient justice. Secured to a pole bound by rope squatted a young naked lass, the latest victim of barbaric justice. But to her mistress, she was but an errant peon. The mistress had no scruples for dragging her leather strap all over the ten-year-old's body. The young miscreant gasped in both fear and pleasure as the leather tickled her bare flesh. She closed her eyes as the tip of the implement teased her crotch. She trembled as she felt herself swell and throb down betwixt naked thighs, knowing punishment was imminent.

Then came the inevitable. "Smack" when the strap against her bottom. She shrieked at the sting. Yet the dominatrix showed no partiality to children when it came to whipping and violating the girl's bottom and crotch. "Oooh!" she shrieked in a high voice.

"Wretched slave!" roared the mistress as she assailed that pink bottom again with her strap. "Beg me to punish you! Beg for your whipping, or I'll feed you to the alligators in the moat!"

The hapless girl whimpered, "B-b-b... be- beat me."

'Crack!' went the whip. "Beg louder!" ordered the mistress.

"B-beat me!" cried the little girl.

'Whack!' "Louder! Beg me to beat you harder!" ordered the mistress as she teased her crotch with the strap.

"Beat me!" cried the girl. "Beat me harder!" 'Whshh-crack!' went the strap. "Harder!" cried the girl. 'Whack!' "Harder!" 'Smack!' "Harder!" 'Swish-CRACK!' "Haarrrderrr!" cried the girl. "Do it real hard!" she begged.

Naturally, the dungeon mistress followed through with such pleadings. 'Whoosh-CRACK!' went the strap across that glowing red bottom. "Oooooooh!" cried the hapless naked slave girl. The only consolation was her ability to rub her throbbing cunny against the post she was tied to. Up and down, back and forth, faster and faster she rubbed as she took her whipping. But soon, she felt that strap caressing her crack betwixt her legs, thus prompting her to hump all the more, until the inevitable fruition.

The errant slave girl suddenly burst into a explosive orgasm, unlike any she had known before. Her cries resounded throughout the dungeon as she came all over the post, the juices now dripping to the ground. "Ooooh! Aaaahhh!" she cried out as she slowly collapsed against the post after such a powerful climax. "Ooooh! I did it! I did it!" she moaned.

And with that, the mistress untied her to set her free. "You really liked that?" she asked.

"Ooooh yeah! Awesome!" replied the fatigued naked nymph. "My mom won't be home for another hour so we can play more!"

And thus her companion presented her the thin leather belt. "Cool! Now it's your turn to be the mistress and I get to be the slave!" And thus she slowly disrobed and soon her friend began to tie her hands to the bedpost.

Yes, t'is funny how in the mind of curious children, a lacy bed and pink bedroom walls can quickly become a deep dark dungeon.