Bastinado

"... I will switch your feet after I am done with your pussy. The more you kick, the worse it will be." Diana warns. You think you catch a sound of acknowledgement between the sobs but as far as the perpetrator’s vocal self-control goes she is still very far from what you would expect is the accepted norm for even a harsh punishment. You hope for her sake she will control her feet better from now on, though.

This proves to be the case. As the next stroke lands with the same masterful wickedness and the next scream scares the birds off the trees, you can see the girl’s toned muscles struggling and tensing but you do not need to hold onto her foot for dear life, much less have to dodge a kick. The targeted pussy is swollen and painful to even look at but the switch keeps striking it with no reduction in the power behind it. The chastised girl manages to stay presenting herself for a few strokes but about half way through Diana’s portion her resolve starts to break again. She trashes again this time catching neither of her holders off guard and Diana coolly informs her that was another demerit earned. This provides sufficient motivation for the next couple of strokes but the last three are one big struggle to keep her still. Diana does not bother with further updating her, instead carrying in calmly switching her horrifically battered lips. You do not want to be in her place... The thought is all the more scary when you realise you have on occasion committed the exact same offence back in the original reality.

The twenty-fourth strike finally lands and quite clearly the girl fails to immediately register the fact she is due for another very short reprieve before suffering the extra punishment. She continues to cry and twitch, with perhaps a few minutes passing much to the man’s annoyance before Diana deems talking to her will have any point. She asks her feet to be let free and tells her to stretch along the bench on her stomach. The unfortunate stranger starts to turn as indicated, her every movement agony-filled. When she is face down she makes her crotch hover above the wooden surface, clearly aware of what **** bringing it down will cause. For the first time you decide to take the initiative and make the decision for her by sitting on her back, facing her feet. She screams louder than ever when her nether regions slam into the bench under your weight. Your own body is very uncomfortable with your actions your recent whipping still well-felt but for once you can largely ignore that. You do not need to be told to unlace her sneakers and then to peel off her socks; it is also clear enough that you should be holding her feet since you volunteered to sit on her.

Diana lines up her rather worn switch across both soles. The girl is letting out small grunts and sobs but at least the constant crying has subdued. Partially out of mercy and partially because your bottom hurts rather badly too you try your best to stay still on top of her. To your surprise, when Diana strikes she grunts louder than before but does not break down again. Perhaps she finally understood the consequences of failing to control herself; perhaps she just cannot handle the pain in her pussy while enjoying a decent pain tolerance level otherwise. The grunts are louder and increasingly moan-like as the feet punishment progresses but by the time there are five bright parallel lines across the lines-up soles, she is still in a decent if rather teary shape.

Slowly and awkwardly you raise yourself from her naked back; even more so she starts to turn to get herself back into the position. You can hardly look at her face without wincing but her pussy is far worse... and it is your turn to add to its misery.