Megan's Whipped Harshly and Cums
After following the road to Ron & Kim's home, Sam & Megan pulled up the long driveway in his recently acquired British Racing Green '59 Jaguar XKSS. He parked the sensual curves behind Tim & Ann's '58 MB 300SL. Sam looked in his mirror and saw Don & Liz's '63 Studebaker Avanti R-2 making its way up the drive. The silver Stude glistened in the sun breaking between the trees. Liz was next to Don clad in a very short translucent dress showing off her shapely legs in the bucket seat; but Don was intently staring at the Jag. Sam opened the door for his wife smiling with the thoughts of the pain that would soon cross her face as a whip marked her tan skin.
Intern, Don walked around to open the door for Liz, she flashed him by pulling up her short dress with a mischievous grin on her face. Don smiled broadly looking at her cleanly shaved pussy telling her being very naughty. Liz replied with a twinkle in her eyes: "Don't naughty girls get spanked? Don responded that the night was still young before he took her arm and they walked to the door. The maid answered the door giving Don an immediate view of Megan's lovely nude body across the foyer. It was her turn to be whipped, so Sam was placing a leather collar around her neck. He went on to assist her placing restraints around her wrists and ankles. Don and Liz joined Tim and Ann who were standing next to Ron & Kim.
After the greetings, the four 20 - something couples wondered into a sitting room on the right. Once seated, a young maid brought them drinks. The maid wore a sheer white blouse and a micro tartan skirt. She didn't wear anything below her uniform. When she bent down to place the drinks on waiting coasters, everyone could see her cleanly shaved pussy and the recent dark red ans purple strap marks on her pert little bottom. The couples engaged in friendly conversation. They certainly knew each other and no one raised an eyebrow with Megan engaging in the conversation nude. Ron and Sam discussed side-draft carburetor jetting.The small talk continued until Ron stood, looked at Megan, who turned pale and looked down, and announced to everyone: that it was time.
They reassembled in a large room with a stainless-steel ring hanging from the center of the ceiling. Megan entered and walked directly below the ring. Ron and Sam started placing cords through the hasps in her restraints and up through the ring. The others took chairs arranged to afford a good view of Megan's whipping. A leg spreader was attached to her ankle restraints. Once secured, She was raised with a touch of a button till only her down-turned toes touched the floor. After warming her up with a light flogger, Ron picked up a heavy single tail whip and forcefully swung it into the middle of her back. Megan whimpered loudly in response. The whip cracked across her flesh leaving a red mark in its wake. He stepped forward and the second lash fell just below the first with a red mark stretching across her back before bending around to sting her left breast. Her body shuttered with this assault as she cried out in pain.
Ron switched sides, stepped forward and the next lash curved around to embrace her right breast and nipple. Megan screamed in response. He clearly didn't want her to find relief by sleeping on her side. He stepped into six more lashes assuring that her left breast suffered the same faith. Then he allowed her a short break. Her endorphin rush concluded when he continued to march the whip down her back. She tensed and pulled against the restraints as she took the punishing lashes. After 20 lashes, at full force, he paused. Soon, Megan found some relief with her endorphins while her body relaxed again. Unfortunately, the mild euphoria quickly dissipated with the start of the next set. The whip cracked embraced her lower back - the stinging pain was intense. Megan jerked and cried out, but her body was tightly contained. Tears were forming in her eyes blurring her vision. Thin red welts rose from her flesh marking each impact of the whip. The braided strands of leather continued punishing her flesh. After another twenty lashes, Ron moved down to punish her ass - grouping the next 20 lashes closely on her sit spot as Megan whimpered in pain. He paused for a moment before he lowered his arm to hook the whip across her lower left cheek. The whip bent around her tinder upper inner thigh producing even greater pain. After ten of these lashes, he changed sides to punish the right inner thigh. Her whimpers became more pronounced as her face expressed the pain as tears started to run down her cheeks.
At the end of that set, Megan's endorphins were making a gallant effort to relieve her. He picked up the next implement: a heavy flogger. He moved to attack her C-cup breasts with punishing lashes coloring her tinder skin. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Her face grimiest with each lash, but her face twisted in pain when the strands of leather rudely landed on the welts made earlier by the single tail. Ron continued her flogging all the way down her front. Then he started back up returning to punish her breasts again. She cried out when he went to work on her pussy. But with the leg spreader providing easy access, there was no escape. He continued striking the area between her legs. Megan soon became aroused as the strands of leather struck her clit. Within a few moments, she came forcibly with her spasms pulling against the restraints. The other couples marveled at the sight of Megan's suspended body convulsing in the troughs of one orgasm after another. Ann watched intently, envious that Megan could cum so easily this way. She considered if she should ask Ron to whip her next month when it's her turn. The red stripes across Megan's skin danced with her movements. All of the men were hard and the other girls were more than moist just watching Megan's body convulse. When Ron's hand finely subsided, Megan hung limply till Kim and Ann unbound her and wiped her tears away while Sam held her.
Sam carried his wife into the adjacent "recovery room" and laid her face down on the bed. He kissed her and told her that he was proud of her - which caused Megan to brighten a little. He left the girls to tended to her damaged flesh with a cool cold cream. They forced her to down a Sport Recovery drink to re-hydrate. Ron typically punished his victims severely, but just short of leaving permanent marks - Kim once remarked that that was one of the reasons she married him. Kim looked at Megan with sympathy while Ann was envious. But both of them expressed their sincere admiration for Megan's ability to take such a harsh whipping as they gently rolled her so Ann could tend to her damaged breasts while Kim jently rubed ointment on Megan's beet red pussy. The sounds of Liz entertaining the men could be heard through the open doors. She was bent over a trellis with a pelvis slapping her ass as one of the man fornicated her while her fingers worked vigorously on her clit. When they herd Liz cum, Ann's face acquired a wanton expression causing Kim to remind her that they would be soon rewarded for their efforts caring for Megan.
Intern, Don walked around to open the door for Liz, she flashed him by pulling up her short dress with a mischievous grin on her face. Don smiled broadly looking at her cleanly shaved pussy telling her being very naughty. Liz replied with a twinkle in her eyes: "Don't naughty girls get spanked? Don responded that the night was still young before he took her arm and they walked to the door. The maid answered the door giving Don an immediate view of Megan's lovely nude body across the foyer. It was her turn to be whipped, so Sam was placing a leather collar around her neck. He went on to assist her placing restraints around her wrists and ankles. Don and Liz joined Tim and Ann who were standing next to Ron & Kim.
After the greetings, the four 20 - something couples wondered into a sitting room on the right. Once seated, a young maid brought them drinks. The maid wore a sheer white blouse and a micro tartan skirt. She didn't wear anything below her uniform. When she bent down to place the drinks on waiting coasters, everyone could see her cleanly shaved pussy and the recent dark red ans purple strap marks on her pert little bottom. The couples engaged in friendly conversation. They certainly knew each other and no one raised an eyebrow with Megan engaging in the conversation nude. Ron and Sam discussed side-draft carburetor jetting.The small talk continued until Ron stood, looked at Megan, who turned pale and looked down, and announced to everyone: that it was time.
They reassembled in a large room with a stainless-steel ring hanging from the center of the ceiling. Megan entered and walked directly below the ring. Ron and Sam started placing cords through the hasps in her restraints and up through the ring. The others took chairs arranged to afford a good view of Megan's whipping. A leg spreader was attached to her ankle restraints. Once secured, She was raised with a touch of a button till only her down-turned toes touched the floor. After warming her up with a light flogger, Ron picked up a heavy single tail whip and forcefully swung it into the middle of her back. Megan whimpered loudly in response. The whip cracked across her flesh leaving a red mark in its wake. He stepped forward and the second lash fell just below the first with a red mark stretching across her back before bending around to sting her left breast. Her body shuttered with this assault as she cried out in pain.
Ron switched sides, stepped forward and the next lash curved around to embrace her right breast and nipple. Megan screamed in response. He clearly didn't want her to find relief by sleeping on her side. He stepped into six more lashes assuring that her left breast suffered the same faith. Then he allowed her a short break. Her endorphin rush concluded when he continued to march the whip down her back. She tensed and pulled against the restraints as she took the punishing lashes. After 20 lashes, at full force, he paused. Soon, Megan found some relief with her endorphins while her body relaxed again. Unfortunately, the mild euphoria quickly dissipated with the start of the next set. The whip cracked embraced her lower back - the stinging pain was intense. Megan jerked and cried out, but her body was tightly contained. Tears were forming in her eyes blurring her vision. Thin red welts rose from her flesh marking each impact of the whip. The braided strands of leather continued punishing her flesh. After another twenty lashes, Ron moved down to punish her ass - grouping the next 20 lashes closely on her sit spot as Megan whimpered in pain. He paused for a moment before he lowered his arm to hook the whip across her lower left cheek. The whip bent around her tinder upper inner thigh producing even greater pain. After ten of these lashes, he changed sides to punish the right inner thigh. Her whimpers became more pronounced as her face expressed the pain as tears started to run down her cheeks.
At the end of that set, Megan's endorphins were making a gallant effort to relieve her. He picked up the next implement: a heavy flogger. He moved to attack her C-cup breasts with punishing lashes coloring her tinder skin. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Her face grimiest with each lash, but her face twisted in pain when the strands of leather rudely landed on the welts made earlier by the single tail. Ron continued her flogging all the way down her front. Then he started back up returning to punish her breasts again. She cried out when he went to work on her pussy. But with the leg spreader providing easy access, there was no escape. He continued striking the area between her legs. Megan soon became aroused as the strands of leather struck her clit. Within a few moments, she came forcibly with her spasms pulling against the restraints. The other couples marveled at the sight of Megan's suspended body convulsing in the troughs of one orgasm after another. Ann watched intently, envious that Megan could cum so easily this way. She considered if she should ask Ron to whip her next month when it's her turn. The red stripes across Megan's skin danced with her movements. All of the men were hard and the other girls were more than moist just watching Megan's body convulse. When Ron's hand finely subsided, Megan hung limply till Kim and Ann unbound her and wiped her tears away while Sam held her.
Sam carried his wife into the adjacent "recovery room" and laid her face down on the bed. He kissed her and told her that he was proud of her - which caused Megan to brighten a little. He left the girls to tended to her damaged flesh with a cool cold cream. They forced her to down a Sport Recovery drink to re-hydrate. Ron typically punished his victims severely, but just short of leaving permanent marks - Kim once remarked that that was one of the reasons she married him. Kim looked at Megan with sympathy while Ann was envious. But both of them expressed their sincere admiration for Megan's ability to take such a harsh whipping as they gently rolled her so Ann could tend to her damaged breasts while Kim jently rubed ointment on Megan's beet red pussy. The sounds of Liz entertaining the men could be heard through the open doors. She was bent over a trellis with a pelvis slapping her ass as one of the man fornicated her while her fingers worked vigorously on her clit. When they herd Liz cum, Ann's face acquired a wanton expression causing Kim to remind her that they would be soon rewarded for their efforts caring for Megan.
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