Mara, my stepdaughter, sings like a soprano
Mara, my stepdaughter, sings like a soprano
Mara had found Matercane's reputation as one of the most sadistic masters of harsh corporal punishment. I used the thin cane and the willow rod for the slightest infraction and the punishments were administered without mercy. When I cut her with the cane on her bare skin, I was very excited and Mara screamed like a soprano..Mara was a thin, tall girl, made for the cane. The longer the rod, the worse it cut the girl's buttocks. If nothing particularly serious had happened, about 80 cm was enough for my stepfather. However, to compensate for serious offenses, Mara had to cut with a significantly longer and, consequently, more whipping rod. The effect, however, depended at least as much on the diameter of the rod. While the thin rods bit particularly sharply and painfully, the thicker rods naturally dug much deeper and more painfully into the teenage flesh. The diameter was also the deciding factor in the duration of the whippings. With the thin rods, almost nothing remained on the teenage buttocks the next morning, while the thick ones left ugly, blue-tinged bumps that lasted for days when she sat down and constantly reminded her of the whipping. The more she hurt, the longer the sting of the rods lasted and prevented her from getting into trouble again any time soon.
My stepdaughter leaned over the desk. Undress, I ordered. Please, sir, I don't want the willow rod, it stings badly.
The hissing sound of the willow rod was terrifying. Daddy's rod would have had a devastating effect on my teenage girl's bottom. Even a single blow was unbearable pain, thirty inhuman torture. But it was of no use; Mara's father would have been satisfied with nothing less in this case.
"Are you asking me?" Mastercane asked menacingly. "If I have to repeat myself, your punishment will automatically be doubled and you will sing like a true soprano..The cane couldn't wait to bite my stepdaughter's naughty ass. I decided to give her 40 strokes with the willow cane. To see her jump in pain with her ass full of red and swollen traces.
Although his sympathy for his stepdaughter was sincere and he sincerely regretted that he could not spare her from suffering and pain, he was also convinced of the need for strict domestic discipline, with the willow cane to her bare ass.
"I suggest you hold on tight," Mastercane said. Mara, my stepdaughter, grabbed the edge of the desk. When Mara complained about her corrections, the girl's mother had always defended the use of the cane. However, Mara had the impression that her mother had no idea what corporal punishment meant to her, the unbearable pain, the throbbing stripes on her buttocks. The wife Mastercane considered this an occasional beating an unpleasant but still inevitable event in the life of a teenage girl and on top of that her husband, after a whipping, was formidable in bed. It was simply part of Mara's life, just like going to school, playing in the park and going to the store. However, the girl's mother wanted to know as little as possible about the pedagogical process of training the girl. As for corporal discipline, there was a strict division of responsibilities: the father was the only one responsible for the punishments with the cane on the naked skin. The girl's mother had never been present at a whipping, only when Mastercane had started disciplining the girl when she was
a preteen girl. She could not even bear the cries of pain of her girl, who suffered enormously during the harsh punishments with the willow cane. She had always lacked the self-control necessary to endure punishment in silence but also because of the extreme severity with which the stepfather punished his daughter. The girl's screams were like a symphony to his ears, Mara screamed like an opera soprano.She felt the whipping rod gently caress her bottom. and then she felt the harsh blow and gasped in pain. The first cut was aimed squarely at the center of her buttock. and then Mara screamed as the next cut landed in the extremely sensitive crease between her buttock and thigh. Mastercane repeated the strokes, each cut placed directly above the cut before it, and Mara screamed in pain with each fresh cut. Each hard stroke of the rod burned the girl’s bottom indescribably, but the pain built up in an ever-increasing, overwhelming wave.
After four more strokes, Mastercane turned his attention to Mara’s bottom, where a bright red streak had appeared. He pulled his arm back to muster all his strength and brought the rod down hard on the weeping girl. Streak after streak began to appear. More red streaks covered the pale skin. Mara screamed and cried with each fresh cut. "Please, I don't want the cane anymore, Daddy!! Mara screamed loudly after each stroke of the cane. The muscles of the naughty teenager's buttocks twitched uncontrollably, but nothing could stop the pain of the merciless whipping. The willow cane relentlessly cut the teenager's buttocks, increasing her torment even more. After 10 strokes, Mara gave up all efforts to endure the punishment and screamed as uncontrollably as she had when she was a little, cute preteen when her stepfather began her training with corporal punishment on her naked skin.
Mara held on to the desk as tightly as she could, even though his bottom burned as if it were on fire and each new stroke of the cane sent waves of terrible pain through her body. She knew that the punishment for getting up before the end of the punishment meant it would be repeated.
-Please, Dad, it hurts so much. I don't want the rod anymore, it stings terribly.
-That's how it should be, Mara, the punishment should hurt and sting until the pain reaches the brain. If it were up to me, you deserve an even bigger beating. You should be glad you got away so easily, and now I don't want to hear anything else, otherwise I'll cut you until you bleed.
Mara cried and screamed as Mastercane continued to cover her ass with juicy streaks of the rod. Then the rod hit again with full force. The pain it ignited in the already sore teen's ass was inhuman. This was the worst whipping she had ever had. Finally, it's over. I would have spared you the whipping, but obviously there was no other way. I hope you've learned your lesson and completely lost interest in disobedience. After the punishment I made her kneel on corn kernels for an hour, while I sat excitedly at the desk, admiring the stripes on her buttocks. I had done a good job, as usual.
-She went back to the room, and undressed immediately. Over her shoulder, she looked at her whipped and striped bottom in the mirror. She carefully ran her fingertips over the thick bumps. Many of the bumps were already bruised. It would take weeks for them to disappear, Mara thought, very excited, feeling a tingling sensation between her legs, as after every whipping she had received over the years. Although it was still too early, she collapsed exhausted on the bed and pulled the blanket over her head. To avoid the pain, she could only lie on her stomach. She was completely exhausted from the ordeal, but at the same time glad that the punishment that had been a heavy burden on her shoulders for the past few days was finally behind her. As the tension dissipated, the tears flowed again. She cried uncontrollably into the pillow until she finally fell exhausted into a restless sleep.
There was nothing worse than receiving a whipping with a willow rod on her bare ass, but, strangely enough, afterwards, once she got over it, she was always especially aroused. It seemed strange to her that a beating, in every way, aroused her. She had convinced herself that the heat that ran through her teenage bottom, the tingling and burning that persisted from the pain of the punishment, were the trigger. Mara had sexualized her corporal punishment over time, having hundreds of such beatings, harsher or milder. On instinct, Mara put her fingers between her legs and began to massage her teenage pussy. She enjoyed it. She could hardly wait for the next whipping.
--When I hear a voice with nervous twitch
Say "Get out there, girl. Cut me a switch"
I know that soon my butt will feel
Those whippy strokes that leave red weals
Willow tree, O Willow tree
How painful are thy branches
O Willow tree, O Willow tree
How painful are thy branches
Mara had found Matercane's reputation as one of the most sadistic masters of harsh corporal punishment. I used the thin cane and the willow rod for the slightest infraction and the punishments were administered without mercy. When I cut her with the cane on her bare skin, I was very excited and Mara screamed like a soprano..Mara was a thin, tall girl, made for the cane. The longer the rod, the worse it cut the girl's buttocks. If nothing particularly serious had happened, about 80 cm was enough for my stepfather. However, to compensate for serious offenses, Mara had to cut with a significantly longer and, consequently, more whipping rod. The effect, however, depended at least as much on the diameter of the rod. While the thin rods bit particularly sharply and painfully, the thicker rods naturally dug much deeper and more painfully into the teenage flesh. The diameter was also the deciding factor in the duration of the whippings. With the thin rods, almost nothing remained on the teenage buttocks the next morning, while the thick ones left ugly, blue-tinged bumps that lasted for days when she sat down and constantly reminded her of the whipping. The more she hurt, the longer the sting of the rods lasted and prevented her from getting into trouble again any time soon.
My stepdaughter leaned over the desk. Undress, I ordered. Please, sir, I don't want the willow rod, it stings badly.
The hissing sound of the willow rod was terrifying. Daddy's rod would have had a devastating effect on my teenage girl's bottom. Even a single blow was unbearable pain, thirty inhuman torture. But it was of no use; Mara's father would have been satisfied with nothing less in this case.
"Are you asking me?" Mastercane asked menacingly. "If I have to repeat myself, your punishment will automatically be doubled and you will sing like a true soprano..The cane couldn't wait to bite my stepdaughter's naughty ass. I decided to give her 40 strokes with the willow cane. To see her jump in pain with her ass full of red and swollen traces.
Although his sympathy for his stepdaughter was sincere and he sincerely regretted that he could not spare her from suffering and pain, he was also convinced of the need for strict domestic discipline, with the willow cane to her bare ass.
"I suggest you hold on tight," Mastercane said. Mara, my stepdaughter, grabbed the edge of the desk. When Mara complained about her corrections, the girl's mother had always defended the use of the cane. However, Mara had the impression that her mother had no idea what corporal punishment meant to her, the unbearable pain, the throbbing stripes on her buttocks. The wife Mastercane considered this an occasional beating an unpleasant but still inevitable event in the life of a teenage girl and on top of that her husband, after a whipping, was formidable in bed. It was simply part of Mara's life, just like going to school, playing in the park and going to the store. However, the girl's mother wanted to know as little as possible about the pedagogical process of training the girl. As for corporal discipline, there was a strict division of responsibilities: the father was the only one responsible for the punishments with the cane on the naked skin. The girl's mother had never been present at a whipping, only when Mastercane had started disciplining the girl when she was
a preteen girl. She could not even bear the cries of pain of her girl, who suffered enormously during the harsh punishments with the willow cane. She had always lacked the self-control necessary to endure punishment in silence but also because of the extreme severity with which the stepfather punished his daughter. The girl's screams were like a symphony to his ears, Mara screamed like an opera soprano.She felt the whipping rod gently caress her bottom. and then she felt the harsh blow and gasped in pain. The first cut was aimed squarely at the center of her buttock. and then Mara screamed as the next cut landed in the extremely sensitive crease between her buttock and thigh. Mastercane repeated the strokes, each cut placed directly above the cut before it, and Mara screamed in pain with each fresh cut. Each hard stroke of the rod burned the girl’s bottom indescribably, but the pain built up in an ever-increasing, overwhelming wave.
After four more strokes, Mastercane turned his attention to Mara’s bottom, where a bright red streak had appeared. He pulled his arm back to muster all his strength and brought the rod down hard on the weeping girl. Streak after streak began to appear. More red streaks covered the pale skin. Mara screamed and cried with each fresh cut. "Please, I don't want the cane anymore, Daddy!! Mara screamed loudly after each stroke of the cane. The muscles of the naughty teenager's buttocks twitched uncontrollably, but nothing could stop the pain of the merciless whipping. The willow cane relentlessly cut the teenager's buttocks, increasing her torment even more. After 10 strokes, Mara gave up all efforts to endure the punishment and screamed as uncontrollably as she had when she was a little, cute preteen when her stepfather began her training with corporal punishment on her naked skin.
Mara held on to the desk as tightly as she could, even though his bottom burned as if it were on fire and each new stroke of the cane sent waves of terrible pain through her body. She knew that the punishment for getting up before the end of the punishment meant it would be repeated.
-Please, Dad, it hurts so much. I don't want the rod anymore, it stings terribly.
-That's how it should be, Mara, the punishment should hurt and sting until the pain reaches the brain. If it were up to me, you deserve an even bigger beating. You should be glad you got away so easily, and now I don't want to hear anything else, otherwise I'll cut you until you bleed.
Mara cried and screamed as Mastercane continued to cover her ass with juicy streaks of the rod. Then the rod hit again with full force. The pain it ignited in the already sore teen's ass was inhuman. This was the worst whipping she had ever had. Finally, it's over. I would have spared you the whipping, but obviously there was no other way. I hope you've learned your lesson and completely lost interest in disobedience. After the punishment I made her kneel on corn kernels for an hour, while I sat excitedly at the desk, admiring the stripes on her buttocks. I had done a good job, as usual.
-She went back to the room, and undressed immediately. Over her shoulder, she looked at her whipped and striped bottom in the mirror. She carefully ran her fingertips over the thick bumps. Many of the bumps were already bruised. It would take weeks for them to disappear, Mara thought, very excited, feeling a tingling sensation between her legs, as after every whipping she had received over the years. Although it was still too early, she collapsed exhausted on the bed and pulled the blanket over her head. To avoid the pain, she could only lie on her stomach. She was completely exhausted from the ordeal, but at the same time glad that the punishment that had been a heavy burden on her shoulders for the past few days was finally behind her. As the tension dissipated, the tears flowed again. She cried uncontrollably into the pillow until she finally fell exhausted into a restless sleep.
There was nothing worse than receiving a whipping with a willow rod on her bare ass, but, strangely enough, afterwards, once she got over it, she was always especially aroused. It seemed strange to her that a beating, in every way, aroused her. She had convinced herself that the heat that ran through her teenage bottom, the tingling and burning that persisted from the pain of the punishment, were the trigger. Mara had sexualized her corporal punishment over time, having hundreds of such beatings, harsher or milder. On instinct, Mara put her fingers between her legs and began to massage her teenage pussy. She enjoyed it. She could hardly wait for the next whipping.
--When I hear a voice with nervous twitch
Say "Get out there, girl. Cut me a switch"
I know that soon my butt will feel
Those whippy strokes that leave red weals
Willow tree, O Willow tree
How painful are thy branches
O Willow tree, O Willow tree
How painful are thy branches
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