by Powerone
"What do you think, Justine?” He stood in front of her, stroking her tear stained face. “Did you like that?"
"It hurts so bad, please stop."
"I'll leave your breasts alone-for now. It's time to work on your backside. I'm going to start with the bottom of your legs, moving up until I get to that nice, juicy butt. Then, you're going to have to help me out. I want to flog your tender inner thighs, so you're going to spread your legs for me.
"Never! I'll never do that willingly. You're going to have to force them apart!"
"No, I don't think I'll have to do that. I think you will spread your legs quite far for me. But first, let's get those shapely legs warmed up.” He moved behind her again, bent down so he could get a good level swing. He struck her on her calves, her clenched legs allowed him to strike both at the same time. She began to dance for him, her feet moved, but she kept her thighs tightly clenched as he moved up and down her calves. He finished with her lower legs, then moved up to the back of her thighs, the tender area between her buttocks and her knees.
It hurt, hurt bad, especially to the back of her legs, the flogger unrelenting as it sought out tender flesh to strike. She screamed again, her feet moved up and down as she suffered under the ruthless flogging. He stopped, his hand rubbed up and down the back of her leg, moved up to her butt, felt her clenching her muscles.
"Just a few blows to get your ass a little red. Then we will get down to the serious part.” He let the flogger fly through the air, hit her sensuous ass with all 40 falls and a resounding thud that shook her body. She was pushed forward into the wood of the pillory by the force of the blow. He followed up with five consecutive blows, her screams continuous, her sobs filled the room. He was sure that the Board was happy with her song of pain. He let his hand run over her ass, felt her flinch as he touched the hot, red flesh. “Now it's really going to hurt, Justine. I'm going to whip your tender inner thighs first, then move between your legs and whip your pink pussy. Finally I'm going to let the flogger sting your tiny asshole. It's going to feel like I'm tearing your body apart. But first I want you to look in the mirror and see my little toy. Watch the floor behind you."
He pressed a button near him. This was not an antique, but a modern invention made to induce girls to willingly spread their legs, even though they knew it would open up their sex to such terrible abuse. The floor opened and rows of sharp tacks, each over an inch long and spaced one inch apart, appeared on the floor running from the pillory, back to over three feet behind her. “These will pierce your feet if you step on them, so if I were you I'd do anything to avoid them. I'll tell you when I move this or increase the area of the tacks so you can make up your mind if you want to avoid them or suffer the painful stabbing of the sharp tacks into the tender skin on the bottom of your feet. I had one girl who thought she would rather step on the tacks instead of spreading her legs for me. She couldn't walk for over three weeks until the stab marks healed. Her pussy would have only taken a week to heal,” he laughed. “And, I still whipped her pussy anyway.” He laughed at her discomfort.
Justine could see the sharp tacks glisten in the light, shuffled her feet to the sides, knew that her thighs no longer touched, her feet a couple of inches apart. She saw the reflection in the mirror; her pussy peeked out from between her legs, her buttocks still clenched.
He let the flogger fly through the air, hit the area of her upper thighs and lower buttocks, sure that a few of the longer falls had hit her pussy, her scream a testament to his marksmanship. “Very good, Justine. Now watch the tacks again, I'm going to make them wider. You're going to have to spread your legs a little more for me. Show me a little more pussy."
It hurt, the flogger found the tender skin of her pussy lips that still protected her inner pussy from the falls. She opened her legs wider, beyond the six inches of tacks, her feet placed on the outside of them, looked into the mirror, the gap between her thighs widened, her pussy now in clear view.
"Not yet, Justine, watch the tacks again.” He pushed the button; tacks appeared under her right foot, forced her to move it forward at least another four inches. Tacks under her left foot were the opposite, forced her to move it back at least four inches, as well.
She had figured out the purpose, her tender thighs were exposed, each inner thigh available to the flogger. She braced herself for the pain, the sting instantaneous, Headmaster Michael grew impatient. He slapped at her thighs, the falls wrapped around her white inner flesh, then moved on to the other side. Eight continuous, alternating blows followed, Justine lifted her leg, danced, watched so she didn't place her tender feet down on the tacks. It hurt so bad, screams as she suffered the cruel flogging.
"You're doing well, Justine. Now watch the tacks again. First they are going to fill in the area in front of you, so you are going to have to move both feet back.” The button made the tacks come out of the floor, Justine shuffled her feet backward, her body stretched out, her ass had no other alternative except to rise up. Her legs stretched far out behind her. He turned a crank, the pillory held her head as her arms began to move down, Justine forced to follow, bend over farther, her head below her waist. “That sticks your ass out nice for me, Justine.” His hand roamed over her ass, her cheeks already parted, her pussy peeked out from between her legs. “Just one more thing now, Justine, watch the center this time. It's going to get wider, so I'm afraid you're going to have to spread your legs for me now."
He had been right; he had forced her to spread her own legs, the gap between them widened to over two feet before she stopped moving to avoid the sharp tips. She looked at herself in the mirror, her pussy spread open, the cheeks between her butt still clenched, hid her anus, but she knew she could not hold them that tight for much longer. She braced herself for the pain.
Michael swung the flogger sideways across her lower buttocks, struck her upper thighs and lower buttocks; stray falls attacked her pussy as it peeked out.
She jumped, the pain raced through her groin, her head banged against the pillory as she tried to escape the cruel flogger. But it was no use; Headmaster Michael had done an efficient job of presenting her body so that it was at its most vulnerable. At least for the moment. He moved to the other side, another backhand across her ass and the screams rang out again. Ten times she bore the brunt of the flogger on her naked flesh, the falls sought out and found the deep recesses between her legs to sting with the bite of a bee.
He stroked her flesh with the flogger; let her feel the instrument of her punishment. “You know what I want now, don't you, Justine? I want you to tell me what you'll do now."
She sobbed, her lower body a mass of pain, her skin felt like it was red hot, his touch ignited the beaten flesh. She knew what she must say. “You want me to spread my legs wider for you,” she sobbed.
"Yes, Justine, such a good girl. The area of tacks between your legs is going to get bigger. Significantly bigger. About four feet, so you're going to have to go very wide. Can you do that for me, Justine?"
She had already moved her legs wider as the tacks began to appear. At first she hadn't judge the distance enough; a tack stabbed into the side of her foot and motivated her to spread her legs wider. She looked into the mirror, her pussy completely exposed, even her pink pussy inside her lips were unveiled. She unclenched her cheeks, her anus now unprotected, her muscles no longer able to defend the tiny hole.
Michael moved behind her, pleased at the way she was presented to him as well as to the Board behind the mirror. His fingers roamed from the top of her thighs, trailed lightly over her pussy, felt her jump with the unexpected touch of his hand before he let them play up and down the crack of her ass, to rub her small anus.
The first slash struck on the top of her buttocks then trailed painfully down the crease in her butt, suede falls tore at her anus and ripped an ear piercing scream from her, but it was nothing compared to the second scream wretched from her lips. Michael had let the flogger rise up from the floor to travel between her legs
"Now I know that hurt, didn't it Justine?” He teased her for a minute, let his hand rub over her pussy, felt her flinch from the pain before he swung the flogger again. He heard her sharp intake of breath just seconds before it landed, straight up again, the varying lengths of the falls found the deep recesses between the lips of her pussy, some even smacked harshly against her vagina. Another shrill scream, her body unable to comprehend the pain he was inflicting on her. Two more quick ones, then one to her asshole turned her into a complete blubbering girl. He rubbed her flesh again.
"Please,” she sobbed, “no more."
"Almost, Justine, almost. But I think you can do a little more for me in posing and exposing your body for the flogger.” Watch the floor again; you're going to have to spread your legs a little wider. I know it will begin to hurt, as if it's splitting you up the middle. But you will soon forget that pain when the flogger splits your pussy."
She couldn't take this much longer, afraid her pussy and asshole were ruined, as if he had torn them to ribbons. Little did she know or realize that a girl's sex was not that delicate, able to take a severe whipping and still be serviceable for fucking. Michael would soon test that theory out. Her legs spread obscenely wide just in time before the tacks appeared. Her legs were over five feet apart; her thighs ached from the strain.
"I like that, Justine, now just one more thing. You're going to have to get on your toes; the area where your heel is will soon have tacks coming out.” He watched as she jumped up on her toes, regardless of the promised pain of the lash, afraid of the tacks, she knew what they felt like. He let the pillory fall toward the floor again; her head moved down, her ass rose up. He moved behind her, pleased at how she was presented. He patted her between the legs, spanking her pussy softly, smiled at the people behind the mirror.
"Bravo Michael, Bravo,” they cheered him, the Board pleased at how the chastisement of Justine proceeded. Their cocks swollen with lust at the sight she presented. Her head was bent far down in submission, her ass arched high, her legs spread an exaggerated distance, the muscles in her legs tight, her ass cheeks taut as she balanced on her toes, her pussy and asshole open, submitted for the lash of the flogger.
Michael let his fingers run up and down her slit. Even though she was being whipped, it was surprising how wet her pussy was. Once again, he was not sure if it was a natural reaction to the pain or if she was submitting to the punishment and aroused by it. He moved to her asshole, felt her try to move away, but her position of servitude had not allowed any movement.
She felt him touch her intimately again, scared when he touched her anus, circled the crinkled opening, a dark brown circle in a sea of white buttocks. She wagged her ass in protest as his finger pushed inside and played with her sphincter.
"Four strokes to your pussy and two to your asshole. I'm going to enjoy this, Justine."
She cringed when she heard his voice. God, how would she be able to survive it? Her legs already ached from the severe stretch she had been forced into, her toes cramped. Her crotch hurt, not just from the flogging, but from the wide stance of her legs. Her only salvation would be to get it over quickly. “Hurry, get it over in a hurry."
Michael liked that, her surrender to the punishment. He stroked her flanks one more time as he would a favored dog, “Good girl, Justine, now arch your beautiful ass up for me, I like how the position spreads your pussy out for the flogger,” smiled at she strain to please him. He tapped her pussy from behind, loving the sound that his hand made on her flesh.
He swung the flogger up from the floor, watched her tense as she heard its swoosh, struck her between the legs with a powerful force that drove her body upward, the forty falls spread out like a fan, beat a path from the insides of her tender thighs to her spread pussy lips, the individual falls sought out the most tender part of her body, the harsh sting of the suede rushed to all her senses almost immediately.
She screamed in pain, her legs wanted to move together to protect her sex from the cruel flogger, but the tacks effectively enforced her submission, her body trembled in pain. Three more to her pussy. God, could she stand it? She heard the whoosh again, the sharp thud as the flogger struck her, harder this time. Headmaster Michael had swung from above, his strength greater this way, hit her on her spread ass cheeks, beat straight down the center of her cheeks. She thought her asshole was torn open, the falls smashed all around her tiny anus, inflamed the skin. “Not so hard,” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Michael smiled as he saw her delicate skin turn red, blistered by the beat of the flogger. Her legs trembled, her toes strained to keep off the tacks. He would have to hurry, not sure if she would be able to retain the submissive position much longer. A quick cut up her pussy, made sure the brunt of the falls hit between her pussy lips, smashed into the tender inner flesh with a resounding crack, certain that many falls breached her lips to attack her vulnerable vagina. He wanted to make sure that it was inflamed by the time he finished, make her a better fuck, give him more enjoyment, her body forced to tighten up in response to the new pain. Another cut down onto her asshole, the pink, wrinkled opening a bright red, inflamed and pulsating.
She screamed continually, Headmaster Michael didn't allow her to absorb the pain before the flogger returned again to tear the flesh. Her pussy burned, the skin so tender, the flogger returned again and again to the same spot. It felt like the falls forced their way into her vagina, pushed her hole open. One final blood curdling scream wrenched from her voice, Headmaster Michael made the most of his powerful strength to slap the flogger between her widely spaced thighs for the final blow. Her pussy, swollen and inflamed suffered the painful slaps of the falls, each felt like they sought out her most intimate parts, one long fall struck upward to slam painfully into her clit. She trembled in pain, puffed from the exhaustion of the terrible beating that Headmaster Michael inflicted on her, her body a mixture of confusing signs, her muscles ached, her skin burned, her sex abused.
Meredith looked at the Board members; their eyes glued to the sight of Justine still in the degrading position Michael had put her in, her skin now a bright red, especially her pussy and asshole. The flogger had extracted a painful price from her body; sex would be painful to her for a while, a thought that further excited them. “Did our new Headmaster do an excellent job in punishing her?” She saw them all nod.
"Is he going to continue?"
"Yes, but from the look of the bulge in his pants and the way Justine is positioned, I think he will first be taking advantage of that lovely and beaten pussy to sheath his cock. I think Justine will be more than willing to perform and give Michael the fuck of his life to avoid additional time with the flogger. The pain she'll feel when he fucks her will send her pussy to spasms, massaging his cock."
"And after that, what next?"
"He has some more surprises for Justine. I think her delicate body parts will feel the pinch and bite of some of the more nasty and painful instruments. It should prove very entertaining, and I'm sure Justine's body will be put into a very interesting compromising position to afford you all an excellent view."
Michael gazed at her upturned ass, her pussy still pushed back, spread wide. He loved how the flogger turned her white, delicate flesh a shocking red. Even the pink insides of her pussy lips were a deep and dark red, her lips swollen, her puckered anus raw.
She looked back at him just in time to see him unzip his pants and take out a large cock, the head massive, a light red, with a dark brown ring running around it. “Can you take the tacks away so I can move?” She watched him move toward the controls, relieved.
Michael allowed the tacks at her heels to recede. “Put your feet flat on the ground and relax, I imagine they must be beginning to cramp."
She sank down, her toes cracked as they did; almost falling as her heel had begun to tingle, falling asleep. “Let me put my legs together, please,” she begged.
"Soon, Justine, but first you're going to have to fuck me. Your flogging made my cock hard so you're going to have to service it with your pussy. I like the position you are in, you'll be able to provide me with a good fuck. I expect you to fuck your hips back and forth and your pussy to squeeze my cock. Can you do that for me, Justine?” His hands rested on her hips, his hard, hot cock touched her ass cheeks, watched her jump when she felt it.
It almost felt like it was burning her flesh. She felt his cock touch her ass, frightened at the thought of something that big inside her, especially the condition her sex was in. She couldn't see it very well, the mirror only gave her a glimpse, but she knew that it must be swollen. She knew she would be forced to maintain the position he put her in, her ass thrust out, her pussy looking like it begged to be fucked, a humiliating position to be in. But she had no choice. “I hurt too much,” she sobbed.
"I can either fuck you or spend the time using the flogger on you some more. I'm just not sure how much that nice little pussy can take. Would you rather I beat your pussy with the flogger ten or twenty times more?” He smiled; he knew that it was not a choice she would accept. Anything would be better than the flogger; little did she know the torture she would have to suffer once he finished cumming in her hot little box.
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