She has to follow...

Lisa waited a few minutes, her eyes shut in pretend sleep in case Sara would return. When she did not do so, she got out of bed and snuck out, barefoot, after Sara. She did not really know what the plan was. Finding her and ... what? She just knew she could not sleep with her pussy itching the way it did.

Mr. Karlsson owned a large farm, with a large house, but not large enough to get lost. Her and Sara's rooms were upstairs, on the same level as Mr Karlsson's, and it was a short walk from one end to the other. Therefore, the sounds from Mr. Karlsson's room reached her almost immediately.

The door was slightly open, as if it been carelessly closed without really shutting in place. A dull voice spoke from the inside but Lisa could not really make out the words. She snuck closer, her heart in her throat, until she was standing right by the doorway.

"And when you touched her, did it make you horny?"

A gasping, affirmative sound answered, and was immediately followed by a whipping sound and a squeeking, feminine howl.

"Did she wake up?"

Sara, who for some reason did not seem to be able to speak, replied with a negative muffled noise.

Mr. Karlsson, and Lisa recognized the voice as his, continued, "Do you wish she had touched you?"

It took a few seconds before another whipping noise broke the silence, followed by a muffled howl. Sara moaned submissively in response.

"Do you wish her head was between your legs now?"

Lisa could not stop herself. She took a step closer to the door and gently moved it open, just so she could peek inside. She gasped at the sight.

With her buttocks protruding and her legs wide apart, Sara sat on a chair, naked as the day she was born. She had arms wrapped around her legs, keeping her feet high in the air, with her bare toes curled and the soles of her feet wrinkled. Her body shone with sweat, the hair was a tangled mess, and something seemed to be tied to her mouth.

Was that a wooden ball? Fastened with leather straps? Was that what made her unable to speak? Did that explain why her chin and breasts were covered in spit?

But it was the sight of her pussy that really cought Lisa of guard. It was smooth as the surrounding skin, but reddish and moist. The girl jerked when a rod, narrow as a finger, hit the blushing pussy with a wheezing sound and she screamed with both pleasure and pain.

It was clear, both in how she wriggled sensually in the chair, and how moist her sex was, that Sara enjoyed the treatment. And it was just as clear that Mr. Karlsson, who was holding the rod, enjoyed having her stuck in the chair.

The rod hit the plump breasts, leaving a blushing stripe over the soft skin. Sara twisted in the chair and her nails dug deep in her thighs.

"You were a good girl tonight, Sara. So your punishment will not be harsh this evening. Twenty on the buttocks and ten on the lips. Get ready."

The girl immediately pulled her legs down and turned around on the chair, so she kneeled on the cushion with her ass pushing high against the air.

Lisa tensed up when she saw the big farmer take charge with his arm. When the rod hit the bare skin she slapped her hand in front of her mouth to quiet the involuntary gasp. Sara's howl was dampened by the ball in her mouth, but still loud enough. The next hit made Sara jerk spasmodically as she pressed her head down in front of her, pushing her forehead towards the seat of the chair.

Lisa watched the spectacle with wide eyes. She had a hard time understanding what she was seeing. Part of her was worried about being caught and she knew the smartest thing was to turn around, go back to her bed and pretend that she never never saw anything. But another part of her, the part that slowly took control of her body, felt something warm and itching build inside her. Without thinking about it, she started fiddling with the hem of her nightgown, pulling it halfway up her bare thighs before she realized what she was doing. With trembling fingers she released the thin fabric.

*WHIP* Sara moaned again. A dozen red stripes was now covering her buttocks and her bare toes curled tight as the whip hit her again. Despite the obvious pain, her ass rose higher in the air, inviting him to continue with the punishment.

The last lash hit its target and without catching her breath, the girl turned around, pulled her legs up and spread them wide, resting her feet on the armrests. Her clean-shaven, red pussy was now open to the world and it glistened wet with juices of the same kind Lisa felt running down her thigs.

"Good," grumbled the big farmer. "If you're a good girl now, you'll get a reward later. Can you be a good girl?"

Sara nodded obediently, sank deeper down over the chair and grabbed her legs with her hands so her feet dangled at head height, and wiggled with her open pussy towards Sigvard. When the rod hit her sensitive slit, she screamed loudly, but her legs stayed in the air. The next las made her jerk and saliva ran down through the gag and down her chin. She sprawled her legs, but sat obediently on the chair, ready to take the next lash.

Lisa abandoned all attempts at decency and pulled the dress fabric over her waist. She sank to her knees and let her fingers caress the hot gap between her thighs. She touched the little pearl that so often poked for attention, and a quiet, **** moan escaped her lips. She sinned, and she hoped that God would forgive her, but right now it wouldn't matter. The only important thing was the scene that unfolded in front of her, and sparks of pleasure that ran along her body every time her fingers reached the right points.

The next lash made Sara hit her head and squeek through the saliva-covered ball. Lisa pretended that it was she was lying there in the chair, with her legs apart, her feet high above her head while her master whipped her pussy with a rod. Would she enjoy it as much as Sara? Or would the pain be too much? The sinful part of her, who now got a hold of both mind and body wanted to test. It wanted to open the door, go in and ask the patron to punish her as he punished the girl inside. But she held on, shaking, on the other side of the door, fingers buried in the blonde bush between her thighs.

The big man gave Sara's pussy one last lash. The whipping sound was overshadowed by Sara's long howl as she writhed in the chair of pain-mixed pleasure. The farmer put down the rod and freed the girl from the mouthball. Sara sobbed dully while the farmer caressed her saliva-covered cheek and pinched her puffy nipples with playful fingers.