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LESLIE'S DISCIPLINE, Part 2

***NOTE:  This story is pure fiction, and as such, people and places named
in the story are entirely fictitious.  This story contains adult themes
involving corporal punishment.  If you are under 18 years old, offended by
such material or this material is illegal where you live, DO NOT READ ANY
FURTHER.***

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(Continued from Part 1)

"What a painful and undignified position for a woman my age.   Naked,
exposed, vulnerable.  Please just let me bend over and touch my toes and
take my medicine.  I'll stay in position, Sir, I promise!  This
hurts...this really hurts spread as I am at my age, Sir," she begged.

"Tough luck, young lady!  You knew what you would receive when you diddled
your clit like a moonstruck 13-year-old.  Now it's happening...with ME!!"

I selected a strap from the wall in front of her, flexing it to be sure it
was supple enough for the task at hand.  I extended my arm with the strap
and laid it across both her bare buttcheeks to be sure they would both be
covered on each stroke.  She felt the smooth leather...cool...waiting.

I instructed her to ask for each stroke, and to count each stroke BEFORE I
delivered it.  That way she would be telling me exactly when she wanted
each stroke.

She craned her neck around to see what I was doing, but she couldn't see
or hear anything.  I raised my arm back...

"Please give me the strap, Sir!  ONE!" she yelled out.

And the first thing she felt was the sharp sting of my strap raising the
flesh of her exposed asscheeks.

CRAACCKKK!!  

"TWO!"  CRAACCKKK!!!  

"Oh God, THREE!!"   CRAAACCKKK!!!

After every time she counted, the strokes rained down on her poor,
vulnerable ass...making her squirm and twist violently against the
straps...crying and moaning, but no one heard her...or could help her. 

The mere feel of the strap on her bare butt sent chills through her body 
as she contemplated her strapping.  The first stroke felt as if the
burning fires of hell had been embedded into her poor buttocks.  'God, you
know how to strap a woman, Sir,' she thought.  The second stroke was worse
than the first and so on.  She ached all over...her bladder drained again
involuntarily.  Her legs were spread so wide the last remaining drops just
hit the floor directly.

'Please, Sir, I've learned my lesson...please, no more...' she begged
silently.

Finally Leslie counted to ten, just barely screaming out the last count,
tears running down her cheeks. She just hung there limply, out of breath,
waiting for the next thing to happen to her, knowing there was no way she
could resist whatever I had in mind.

"Oh, thank you, Sir.  I feel much better now...I feel I've paid for my
errors.  Please forgive me, Sir!" she wailed.

"Very well, Leslie.  You've taken your spankings like a big girl.  You
know I punish bad girls, but I also reward good little girls.  Don't I?"

"Yes, Sir.  Please forgive me!  I took my spanking just like you wanted me
to!"

Leslie watched me pick up a feather...long, soft and black.  I began at
the tip of her nose, and ran the feather down over her lips, over her chin,
down her throat.  I continued it down her chest, making light circles
around each breast, and finally brushing it back and forth over each
nipple.  Despite trying not to become aroused, I watched with pleasure as
her nipples hardened and came prominently erect.

I continued down her tummy, below her navel, finally poking it between her
spread legs...up into the slit of her pussy.  At the feather's touch, the
nub of her clit jumped and I could see the pink wetness surrounding it. 
Leslie moaned and threw her head back, but she could not pull away from me.
 I continued running the feather between her legs, up her backside,
tickling her little brown pucker which was flexing like a target between
her reddened asscheeks.

'That damn feather has me hot...my nipples are rock hard and ready to pop.
I so hope you don't hurt them, they're so tender, you know. The air is
filled with the odor of my sex.  Oh God, everything about me is totally
accessible for whatever you desire...inner thighs...sex...under
arms...breasts...butt...' she thought feverishly as she felt the feather
move around her as she stood helplessly in front of me.

I moved over to her right side, facing her.  I straddled her outstretched
right leg, coming close to her.  She could feel my hard cock pressing
against her thigh.  I extended my arms so my right hand was above her tits
and my left was on her back, just above her shoulder blades.

I slowly began to lightly stroke my hands down her body, front and back. 
My right hand moved across her tits, taking her nipples between my fingers
and squeezing.  I pulled them out and made them even harder and more erect.
 I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger...embarrassing her by making
her close her eyes and moan at a time like this.

I ran my hands down your spine to her burning buttocks, my front hand
making a trail down her belly, lower abdomen, coming to rest on her pubic
mound.  While my left hand moved across her sensitive asscheeks raising
goosebumps, my right hand fingers tickled and teased her pubic hair for a
moment.   She wiggled and squirmed in spite of her efforts to avoid showing
how much this turned her on.

Finally, my left middle finger entered the cleft of her buttocks and found
her asshole.  With some teasing and wiggling, I inserted my finger past her
anal sphincter, then all the way up into her rectum.  She tried to resist,
but it was no use.  I took the middle finger of my right hand and slid it
up into her wet pussy, cupping her clit in my palm when my finger finally
reached its full insertion.

I moved my face close to her right ear and whispered to her.

"Who cares most about your good behavior, Leslie?"

"You do, Sir!"

I tightened my grip on her pelvis.

"Who has taken the time and effort to correct your naughty ways, Leslie?"

"Oh, you have, Dear Sir!"

I inserted my fingers all the way now, almost lifting her up by her crotch.

"Who has complete control of your two most private body openings right
now, Leslie?"

"It's you and only you, Sir!"

After satisfactory answers to all my questioning, I began rubbing her clit
as I stroked my middle finger in and out of her pussy.  My left middle
finger was withdrawn slightly so only the tip of my finger to the first
knuckle stayed inside her rectum, twisting and wiggling to match the rhythm
of my right hand on her clit.

Leslie's senses were overwhelmed at this point, her mind going in a
thousand different directions all at once. 'He's running his hands all over
my fully accessible body...touching, fondling, groping, poking, pinching
anything and everything he wants. I feel like an old cheap whore.  It is so
painful when he mercilessly squeezes my nipples, yet they still respond
involuntarily, becoming hard as a stone.  It takes my breath away as his
finger violates my quivering asshole. The least he could have done was have
the damn decency to use a lubricant besides my pussy juice!  No man has
ever been so deep up my ass!  And then he violates my steamy, sticky, slimy
sex...his finger ravishing me, going where my own fingers visited for
pleasure...pleasure that earned me this punishment session.  Oh God, what
will he do to me next, the cruel bastard?' she thought to herself.

While she was still strapped spread-eagle in an X shape, my fingers
continued to play with her clit.  I pinched and rolled it between my thumb
and forefinger.  Her pussy juices were flowing heavily, embarrassing her
mightily.  My rear finger slowly pumped in and out of her anus. I could
feel her squeezing my finger every time I wiggled it around.

Soon I replaced my pussy finger with a vibrator.  I ran the vibrator along
her hairy pussy lips, all swollen and flushed with excitement now.  I
finally ran it up her slippery slit, until I found her clit.  I vibrated
her clit back and forth as my other finger slipped in and out, and flexed
up inside her rectum.  Occasionally I would withdraw my finger and begin
lightly spanking her already well-spanked ass.

As much as she tried to hold back, the feelings eventually overcame her
and I brought her  to a tremendous body wrenching orgasm.  I watched her
writhe and thrash against her bonds, and scream with pleasure.  I didn't
let up, making her cum again two more times in succession, until she hung
before me like a damp dishrag.

I finally unfastened the straps from her wrists and ankles and let her
collapse on the floor.  She tried to bury her head in her arms, trying to
hide her shame at such an out-of-control exhibition before me.  I raised
her chin and forced her to look at me.

"Well, Leslie, have we learned our lesson?"

"Yes, Sir," she reply tearfully.

"Did the little girl do her penance for masturbating without permission?"

"Yes, Sir.  Thank you for punishing me.  I deserved it.  I was a naughty
little girl."

"Very well, Leslie.  You may go to your room now.  Lie on your bed with
both pillows under your hips, face down.  I will be in in a moment to
spread some salve on your sore asscheeks."

She went as I ordered, knowing that she was now forgiven.  She resolved in
her mind to be a much better girl from now on.

When I entered her bedroom, I found her in position: face down, legs
spread, arms at her sides, buttocks raised atop a pile of pillows. 
Although I knew she could hear me enter, she did not move a muscle.

I smiled at her naked, prostrate form as I quietly opened the jar of Tiger
Balm, thinking about her final surprise...

(End)

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