Shows her the meaning of the word

"Good." Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped as her body was exposed. Still angry at himself and his weakness, he twisted her nipples. Not hard, but determined. She moaned in pain-mixed pleasure as he embraced her firm, full breasts with his hands. He threw her onto bed and she bounced softly on the mattress. She watched with wide eyes as he pulled his cock out off his underwear. It rocked in all its glory, almost as wide as her arm. It must have been a terrifying sight for a young virgin like Sara, but she did not back down as he brought his limb to her lips. "Open your mouth." He knew his voice was hissing. The anger that burned in him spurred on his lust, made his hands shake as he grabbed her head and pulled her towards his pulsating member. He moaned loudly as her saliva-soaked tongue touched the sensitive top of his cock with tentative strokes. The primal part of him wanted to thrust himself to the root, into her throat, filling her completely. But he resisted the impulse. No matter how horny he was - and no matter how much this was her fault - she was still young and inexperienced. He would take his time with her, train her, make her his. And when Maja, his wife, returned in a couple of months ... it was a problem to be solved at a later time.

He let her get used to the feeling of the hard cock, let her tongue and lips become more confident in its movements before he pulled out.

Sara breathed heavily, catching her breath. He might have been tougher on the team than he realized. "I did not know you could do that," she gasped. "With your mandom... in my mouth..."

"You will learn a lot more than that," said Sigvard, and she gasped as he pulled her around so that she was lying on her stomach between his blankets. He pulled up her hip with his hands and enjoyed how warm and soft her skin was. He caressed the buttocks, parted and slapped them lightly. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

"Yes," she said shyly.

*SLAP* His palm left a slight red blush over her pale buttock. "How long have you had these desires? How long have you not been able to control these wicked thoughts?"

"For several years, since I was very young," she mumbled down to the pillow. She squeked when he slapped her again. "I have been punished for it before," she continued. "I told the village priest how I felt, how it always burned between my legs and how my breasts were always hard, despite my infertility. I wanted him to understand so I let him feel, first on top of my breasts and then between my legs ... Oh! " Sigvard's hand struck her bare buttocks again and the blush spread.

"What happened next?"

"He got upset, so he told me to get over his knees, pulled my dress up over my ass and punished me like my master does now ... But worse, harder."

"But it did not help," said Sigvard. *SLAP*

"No," she moaned between the hits. "It only got worse. I felt his limb beneath me, how hard it got, and the longer he held on, the more it burned. I parted my thighs as I lay over his knees and begged him to touch me. He slapped me harder, but I kept begging and finally... He stuck touched me with his fingers and rubbed them against my sex. Something went through my body and after a while I screamed loudly while something wet shot out of me. It stained his clothes and... ah! ah! ah! "

Sigvard slapped her several times in a row, varying between the two buttocks.

"And that's why your family sent you here, right?"

She nodded quietly into the sheets. "I could not stay in the village after that. The priest threatened to destroy for father and mother if I did not leave immediately, so..."

Sigvard let his fingers caress the red lines over her ass. Suddenly he felt pity for the creature beneath him. She could not help her feelings - she was created differently, and it did not have to be an evil thing. God was not prone to mistakes, after all. "You are not created wrong, Sara," said Sigvard. "You are just made in a different way. It will take a while, but eventually you will find your way in this life. But you do not have to be ashamed of who you are."

"But it's so hard!" she said. "Even now, when you punish me, I feel how it burns in my whole body and it takes everything so that I do not let go of everything and rub my fingers between my legs."

In response, Sigvard let his own finger round the bend that separated the butt from the pussy. She was hot and wet and her labia were parted around his fingertips. Sara let out a **** moan and chafed her hip against his hand.

"I will teach you to take care of yourself. At the same time as I teach you to take care of me. And when one day you find your own husband, you will pass on what I have taught you. Sounds good?"

She was silent for a few moments. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes." Sigvard continued to caress her pussy, letting two fingers slide back and forth over her wet cave. He pressed his thumb lightly against her second opening. It had been many years since a woman let him take her from the behind, but he still remembered the tight embrace around his cock, how his semen always shot hardest after an ass fuck. Oh, that he missed the early years of his youth. He had been much like Sara, with desires that could hardly be controlled. But unlike Sara, he had been lucky enough to encounter a like-minded girl early on. Together they had explored all that the primal world had to offer. They had traveled together and found others like themselves. It had been good years. "I will teach you. And train you. But it will have to wait until another day. Tonight I will only show you one thing."

"What?"