HBS Sports

“ARGHHHH!” She screamed. The shock and the intense sting had taken Ruth’s breath away. It stung way more than she remembered. With just one lash her bottom was on fire. She wriggled and writhed in pain. “Keep still.” Was all he said after allowing a few seconds of wriggle and recovery time. Even though her bottom was burning she managed to stay as still as she could. He then delivered four swats in a row with the same force. The gunshot sounds of the strap that stroked her bare plump rear end echoed loudly around the room, along with Ruth’s loud screams. The five lashes had overlapped and by now all of her bottom was covered by ugly red strips. She had started crying after the first stroke and she was sobbing now. It was evident that she was already in a lot of pain. She would be struggling to stop herself from flinging her hand back to cover her bottom. But she knew from her strict upbringing that she better didn’t do that, so she tucked her elbows into her sides, and bit on her fists with her forearms under her breasts to stop herself from reaching back. He admired how well-trained she was but even so, she was starting to roll from side to side.

CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK! CRACKK!