Sam Lane Takes His Belt To Her

"Look at you," the general looked at his handwork. Lois felt her hand slip over her pussy, holding the labia shut, trying to keep the jizz inside of her.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson yet," there was the slink of leather on cloth as he slipped his belt out from his pants.

No! Lois thought. He wouldn't!

"Oh darling," the reporter heard her voice whisper at her. "You have no idea. This was just the warm-up."

Lois Lane screamed internally, tried desperately to move...but instead she felt her ass arch up, a tempting target, one hand still over her pussy.

"Yes," she said, loud enough for her father to hear. "Punish me! Please!"

THWAP!

Pain shot through the reporter's ass, sending her back to when she was twelve years old and had spray-painted the car purple. Sam Lane moved over to the side, the better to catch both cheeks with the belt in his hands.

THWAP THWAP!

Tears came in Lois' eyes, and her ass burned. The moment of impact was always a shock, a hard sharp line across her sensitive skin. Then the pain flared, and as it radiated out, the heat began to flow along the line, skin swelling in response...

THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP!

He was grunting with each stripe he laid on her ass, putting all of his muscle into it, old arm still strong. Lois felt her fingers shift, one slipping in and out of her pussy as the lashes came down on her poor battered ass.

No! She tried to shout, to plead, to beg her mother not to make her finger herself, not while getting the belt, not like this. But Lois felt the heat building in her face, the finger slipping in and out faster and faster, heard her own voice pant "Yes!"

THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP!

The blows rained down until Lois could no longer count the individual strokes. Her whole ass was on fire, thighs trembling, knees aching from resting on the hard tile of the floor. Her body felt hot, face flushed, sweating, two fingers slipping in and out of her pussy now, in time with the descending strokes.

That was how she noticed when he stopped.

He stood over her, panting hard...hard...

The shadow of his erection, looking almost monstrous in the light of the bathroom, fell across her face. And Lois knew her punishment was not yet over.