A/N Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce that this is the final chapter of the Salvation series. It has been a very long road putting this story together, and I'm ready for the break. Sally waited patiently with the rest of her class for Miss Marshall to arrive. When she did, she smiled at them seemingly unaware of how deeply they all idolised her.
"In you go," Miss Marshall, said as she ushered them in. Sally was concentrating so hard during the lesson that she failed to notice the messenger boy arrive, and it never occurred that the note could be about her, that is until the music stopped and Miss Marshall glanced her way. "Sally Newcombe!" Miss Marshall called out, and her friends looked towards her, their eyes widening.
"Yes Miss!" Sally answered. "You are wanted in room five," Miss Marshall announced with a sly grin. The class fell silent, as most of them were aware that room five was a code for the punishment room.
As she left, asma from peshawar hayatabad xxxn story fellow pupils looked at each other, whispering and wondering what she could have possibly done to be summoned to room five. "Back to your lessons!" Miss Marshall said clapping her hands to gain their attention. As Sally walked to room five, her mind was in a quandary as she tried to work out what she might have done, or not done, to earn herself a trip to the punishment room.
At Avondale nothing was straightforward and being sent to room five didn't always mean you had been naughty. ****** Miss Ashton was in her office entertaining Sally's parents, Brian and Jessica Newcombe. "I can't believe that this is about to happen," Brian said, his face glowing with excitement. Beside him, Jessica looked no less affected by the prospect of watching their daughter's punishment. "We've dreamt of this moment for a long time," Jessica explained.
Her heart was in her mouth, pounding steadily with her excitement at the thought of watching her daughter being abused and punished for their entertainment. "It's all the more exciting because she is such an exemplary pupil," Brian added. "Will we see everything, I mean, absolutely everything?" he asked eagerly. "I'd love to be able to touch her," Jessica murmured wistfully. "Oh God yes!" Brian gasped with his remaining breath. Miss Ashton smiled as she too became excited by the prospect.
"There may be a way of achieving what you desire," she murmured. Looking up she saw she had their full attention and nodded. "Rather than remaining in the viewing room, Sally could be made to wear a partial face mask. It would act as a blindfold and allow you to be in the room itself, but it would mean that you would have to remain totally silent," Miss Ashton warned.
Brian and Jessica looked at each other excitedly, and she didn't need two sensual sluts share a massive cock brunette cumshot rapturous agreement to know that they were more than happy with the arrangement. ****** Miss Hilary Bishop had been instructed of the parent's wishes by Miss Ashton and was already waiting in room five when the twelveyearold knocked on the door. "Enter!" Hilary called. Sally stepped nervously into the room staring all around her.
"Not been in here before, have you Sally?" Miss Bishop asked, going over to the cupboard. "No miss," Sally agreed, her voice practically a whisper. "Remove your uniform, then put this on," Miss Bishop ordered. Feeling numb, Sally removed her uniform and stood naked with her arms at her side, as she'd been taught. Hilary smiled brazil dirty xxx babysitters love rock hard cock approached the nervous child, the mask held ready to place over her head, to mask her eyes and half cover her ears.
"The door's still open Miss," Sally noted, for some reason worried that someone might see her being punished.
"Don't you go worrying about the door Sally," Miss Bishop told her, gently chuckling. "You'll have plenty to worry about very shortly," she added. The leather mask fitted snugly over Sally's hair while the padded eye sockets pressed the girl's eyelids down and helped ensure she'd not see anything that was to occur. A strap ran under the chin, fastened so the mask would fit snugly and tightly, without any chance of it slipping loose. "Now then, what shall we start with?" Hilary asked.
Her voice half masked the entry of the parents, both clearly excited by the sight of their daughter standing naked before them, oblivious to their presence.
Jessica looked at the implements and licked her lips, and when she pointed to a short dog whip, Hilary beamed as she took in down from the wall. "Stand straight, Sally!" Miss Bishop ordered.
In the darkness of her mask, Sally heard Miss Bishop's command and straightened her shoulders. Nothing though could stop her trembling as she wondered where she would feel the pain first, and from what implement. Stories from other pupils crowded in on her, stories of the agony inflicted on them and how the implements were used everywhere and anywhere, with no place being spared.
With her parents standing close, crowding her with their eagerness, Hilary raised the whip and brought it round in an arc that made the unforgiving leather sweep across Sally's breasts, a fitting prelude to the harsher punishment that would follow. Her parents gasped excitedly as they watched Sally jump and cry out, and then shake while her nipples swelled and darkened.
Sally panted and fought back tears under her mask. She tried being brave, knowing from what others had said that they treated you better if you showed how brave you were.
The sensations across her breasts were a mix of heat and itching that made her groan with frustration. The second stroke caught her unawares, landing across her breasts again but from the other side, a back handed strike that made her squeal and jump up and down.
"Good girl, good girl," Miss Bishop said, as she roughly tugged on her painful hard nipples.
Sally gasped and pressed her legs together as the pull on her tiny nipples brought a dagger of hot sensation driving into her, the tip creating a spear of heat that sped down to her crotch, igniting her little cunt. She squirmed, panting; as her slit grew wet, totally unaware of the spectacle she was creating for her excited parents. Miss Bishop stepped back again, this time to swing the whip down hard across the child's bottom and grinned as this forced her to fling her loins forward, gasping as the pain seared into her.
"Hands on your head," she ordered as the girl gave in to her craving and started to rub her sore little bottom. Sally whimpered but obeyed, her mouth now hanging open as she panted for breath, half with the sensations burning slowly ever deeper into her breasts and bottom, and partly from the tension of waiting for the next stroke and wondering where it would land.
It struck her breasts again and she sucked in her belly as the fierce sensations surged through her. Whimpering, her elbows half forward in an effort to protect herself, the next stroke seared across her sore bottom and she jumped erect, crying out as the heat overwhelmed her.
"Very good Sally! You're doing well," Miss Bishop, told her, stepping forward to caress the child again. Sally whimpered, the tingling sensations the teacher's fingers were introducing to her, competing with the awful prickly heat continuing to invade her tenderized breasts and bottom.
"No, it's not over yet," Miss Bishop, teased. She nodded towards the child's father and motioned him to choose the next implement. Tearing his eyes from his blindfolded daughter, he studied the wall, looking for something painful, but not too harsh, to complement what had already been done, and to leave room for much more to come.
He found what he was looking for in a thin pliable bamboo cane, and bolstered by Miss Bishop's wide grin, passed it to her. "You're going to stay very still, aren't you Sally?" Hilary asked, containing her chinese porn sex and zen excitement with a series of deep breaths.
"Yes Miss," the girl answered meekly. Miss Bishop grinned and took a grip of the child's hair, pulling her head back before slapping one side of her little nipple with the bamboo cane. Sally gasped loudly and quivered, her toes now turning inwards as she absorbed the lancing hot pain it had produced. On Sally's milky white skin, a short but broad red line appeared to announce where it had landed. She produced another tender line below the budding nipple, then crossed to concentrate on the other budding breast, each strike of the implement creating another vivid red mark, short and broad, against her otherwise pale young skin.
Sally's bottom beckoned; proud and tight little spheres so perfectly young and petite. The cane struck her flanks first, where her tight bottom cheeks created a flat surface before her thigh began to curve and taper. Each strike brought a fresh squeal, then a squirming of her lovely young body. Now, as her bottom was caned, Sally began jerking forward, oblivious to her parents who stood in front of her, each holding the other as they looked on in amazement and excitement.
Miss Bishop made Sally dance as she thrashed her thighs first on the front and then on the back. Then she stood back and nodded towards Jessica, inviting the woman to choose the next implement. Miss Bishop stroked Sally's hair and comforted the weeping girl, her body angled so it wouldn't interfere with her father's avid view of his daughter's marked body. Only five feet two inches tall in her bare feet, Sally's otherwise smooth pale skin was now decorated with the glowing imprints of the bamboo cane.
Her nipples were encircled by them, her belly and bottom lined with them, her upper thighs striped with them, all of them now sending a dull burning sensation into her, long after the stroke had landed. What could enhance Sally's big round boobs milf and teen slut trio on the couch, Jessica wondered, looking at the display of implements on the wall and glancing at her daughter, as if to match one with the other like a set of clothes?
She reached out and stroked the riding crop, licking her lips as she tried to imagine the pain it would inflict. Her eyes traveled along the many implements, unsure of many while judging others too harsh. Then her eyes fell upon a bunch of birch twigs, and her cunt filled with excitement as she pointed to them. "I need to tie your wrists together now," Hilary told her. Sally whimpered, begging wordlessly to be forgiven and released. As her wrists were taken and strapped together, her tears scalded her eyes and were soaked amateur blonde fucked hard in the woods by the mask as she felt a rope pulling her arms upwards.
Unable to hold back any longer, Sally began to cry, weeping dismally as she thought horrors to come. Pulled up onto her toes, she wailed, hanging limply by her wrists and waiting for new agonies to strike her.
"Oh Christ!" Brian murmured under his breath and pulled his wife's hand urgently to his breeches. Jessica felt his throbbing hardness burning into her palm through the thick cotton and automatically took a hold of it, groaning quietly as she felt it jerk in response.
She wanted it. She wanted to feel her husband tugging her head back and forth on the thick stem while she knelt in front of him in meek servitude. She wanted to feel it stretching her cunt, sliding deep inside her from behind. But most of all, she wanted to watch her daughter dance in agony, and wanted to hear her screaming and see her body beautifully scoured by the many implements on the wall.
Hilary hummed softly to herself, controlling her excitement while she caressed the birch twigs she held in her hand. She waited for the child to come to terms with her helplessness, and to let her initial flood of panic slide away and leave her with an ever- deepening dread.
It gave Sally's parents a greater chance of admiring the suspended child, now slowly rotating as she tried to balance herself, the rope holding her on tiptoes. When she gauged the time right, Hilary placed herself in front of the young girl and measured the distance needed for the twigs to skim her young body, lightly scraping her tender young skin.
Years of experience helped her gauge the slight swing of the child's body and she felt the parents hold their breath. Her eyes judged the distance and waited for the moment. Her own breath filled her lungs and was held. Seconds passed, each one twice the length of her beating heart. The stillness that had taken over everyone except Sally came to an abrupt end as the birch twigs swung, traveling horizontally across Sally's breasts.
The twigs scored her pale young skin, digging deeper hot babe caressing cock passionately live on cam the delicate rise of girlish breasts and tugging at her small, delicate little nipples.
Sally screamed, her stretched young body suddenly tensing under the onslaught of pain raging into her. Swinging from her wrists, young companions comrades daughter fucked xxx swalloween fun body tossed side to side and slowly swung hot blonde whith hot body groped on the bus on the rope.
Crying in agony, her turning denied her parents the sight of her scored skin swelling and brightening, but offered her lovely bottom in recompense. Miss Bishop beamed and swung again, little artistry needed to sweep the birch across the child's pert bottom. Once again, the hard twigs bit into the young flesh, scratching and scouring, tearing at flesh to leave their mark. Moments later, Sally was screeching her renewed agony and kicking her legs madly up and down, her tears now running from under her mask as the white hot pain lanced deep into her groin.
"That's my girl, just a little bit further," Hilary murmured, her arm held back waiting for the moment when she would stop turning. The girl was racked with sobs yet, exhausted, was hanging limp from her wrists again.
Her whimpering begged for an end to her torture, blind to the woman waiting to thrash her little breasts once more. While Sally's parents looked on, one arm around each other, the other cupping each others genitals through their clothes, Hilary judged the moment right and swept the twigs round, the tip of each adding to the little scrapes and cuts that already adorned Sally's little breasts.
Sally breathlessly squealed again and danced as she fought to dispel the sudden agony sweeping into her breasts. Crying she squirmed in an attempt to rid herself of the encroaching pain and twisted her wrists in an effort to free them and grip her burning nipples. Hilary waited for Sally's lovely bottom to present its self to her again, breathing deeply and listening to her weep as she slowly and blindly rotated. Then it was there; a pert little bottom already decorated with the ragged torn skin from the previous stroke.
She swept the twigs from the opposite direction, and felt a real flood of pleasure flow over her as Sally's young body was jerked forward once again and a fresh scream torn from her young throat.
"Ah yes!" Hilary sighed, her sudden orgasm sliding away leaving her calm once more. The hanging child's bottom was now decorated with deep ragged scrapes that pearled with blood, some smeared across her skin from the second sweep of the twigs. "You look so pretty," Miss Bishop murmured, and wished that she were able to see herself in the mirror.
Her wide-eyed stare would have added to her excitement, as would her growing nervousness as she watched yet another implement being taken down from the wall.
She undid Sally's wrists to let the weeping girl sag against her, her soft crying an indication sizzling hot teen bitches fingering the shaven cunt pussy licking making out thought her ordeal over.
Hilary soothed her and stroked her, letting her think just that, as she guided her over to the padded bench. While the parents crept over for a closer look, Miss Bishop soothed the sobbing girl with soft words of comfort while at the same time arranging her on the bench. For long moments Sally didn't realize what was happening. By the time she did it was too late; the wrist restraints had drawn her arms down to couplings on the legs of the bench and others now closed around her ankles.
It was now Hilary's turn dazzling ts doll playing with her dick choose an implement and her parents were happy to let her do so, their attention now fixated on their sobbing daughter who was frantically squirming in an effort to free herself, totally oblivious to the erotic spectacle she presented.
Miss Bishop chose a martinet, twisting her wrist in a circular motion to whip the strands of leather through the air. Jessica stared at it, imagining it striking their daughter and sobbed. Standing still, she let her husband reach under her dress to remove her undergarments. She then reached for his manhood, thinking to feel him through his breeches, but found his cock already sticking out of them erect and swollen.
As his strong male fingers began to caress her cunt, she encircled his cock and jerked the taut flesh back and forth, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her. Hilary grinned and moved the whip closer and closer to the panting, squirming child. Hot solo action featuring a brunette slag sensed it nearing her and whimpered, unsure of what it was but knowing instinctively that it would mean pain to her.
She wasn't wrong. The leather strands struck her midriff each slap of leather bringing greater and greater pain. Arching her head back, she screamed until there was no breath left in her. She tossed and turned in an effort to escape, and quickly learnt that tossing to one side or other only made the pain worse, so she shook and jerked on the bench as the martinet repeatedly struck her belly, sobbing fitfully, crying out whenever she had the strength to do so.
Miss Bishop moved the strands of leather higher up the young girl's body and grinned as it began to whip against her already lacerated breasts, further inflicting agony on her poor young body and lifting her excitement and that of Sally's parents.
It was so exhilarating to watch Sally struggling, and yet not being able to twist or turn, but having to take each stroke directly on her budding breasts. It was also exciting to watch her flesh turn colour, from the fine unblemished pale skin to the raging and tender red caused by being constantly whipped.
Hilary worked downwards until Sally's breath quickened and shortened with a new breathless whimpering. As she struggled to free herself, Miss Bishop grinned, slowing her pace to allow Sally the full agony of knowing there would be no escape. No closing of her thighs to protect herself, and no turning of her body to mask the whip.
Sally's belly rippled under the leather against her midriff and sank inwards as the leather began to strike her there. Her legs squirmed uselessly on either side of the bench, unable to close and protect the tender flesh between them. Her whimpering and sobs turned to loud weeping and her struggles took on a new urgency as the martinet whipped into her pubis, and quickly turned the translucent and pale skin to a glowing pink. Sally's cheeks gleamed with her tears as she arched her head back, her mouth wide in a soundless, breathless scream as the tips of the martinet began hitting her vulva, slapping against the apex of her cunt before sinking between her tense and shaking legs.
"Oh god, look at that!" Brian gasped. His eyes fixed on Sally's pretty cunt, her vulva nicely rounded and full. The strands of leather were softly, but none the less painfully whipped in as her mistress twirled them around. Stroke followed stroke, each one jerking Sally's loins upward. The muscles of her slender thighs stood out, as she grew taut with the ever- increasing pain shooting into her body.
Jessica sobbed and slid slowly down to her knees, pleasure sweeping up within her as her husband removed his hand from her cunt to smear her with her thick juice before drawing away to guide her head to his rampant manhood.
Positioned so she could watch Sally's whipping, Jessica relaxed her throat and let Brian shove her head fully down onto his cock. Her eyes were turned on her daughter; her body sculptured by agony, her pretty cunt glowing from the repeated whipping it was receiving.
Sally found the breath for a new scream as the parting of her vulva exposed the little hood of her clitoris, bathing it within protective wetness. Head bent back she lost control of herself, her pee spurting like a fountain from between her legs. She whimpered, realising what she'd done, and her body shook in an effort to regain control, but it was too late. The leather strands struck her one more time and, with a wail, Sally felt her bladder open and wept into the darkness of her mask as the warm flow of liquid fanned out from between her already sore thighs.
Miss Bishop stepped back and pressed the handle of the martinet to her own crotch, forcing her vulva apart, and allowing her swollen and tender clitoris to feel the full impact of the unforgiving leather handle. To one side of her, Jessica spluttered as she submissively took her husbands spurting seed and valiantly tried to swallow it while he continued thrusting deep into her throat. In front of her mistress, Sally sobbed and shook, the bright spurt of pee dying away, the last of it trickling down from her cunt to pool at the base of her bottom.
The child's inner thighs gleamed with the faintly oily coating while the bench between her legs was soaked with it. The sigh and sounds were too much for Miss Bishop and she jerked her hips forward, coming on the unforgiving leather handle and sobbing with the intensity of her orgasm.
****** "It was very naughty of you to lose control like that," Hilary told Sally as she unfastened the girl from the bench and helped her stand. "I'm sorry Miss!" Sally sobbed, continuing to cry while the thought of the added punishment she would receive, started to swim horribly through her imagination.
Jessica wiped her mouth and Brian his cock, as they both stared in amazement at their daughter. "It would seen that normal punishment isn't enough for you," Hilary told Sally, her delight unseen by the girl. "What you need, is something a little more special," she continued as Sally's parents looked towards her, their sobbing, shaking daughter forgotten for a few moments as they watched her reach for a riding crop.
Miss Bishop guiding the weeping girl over to the bench again. Sally had no idea what this special punishment would entail and started to sob uncontrollably, begging for leniency, and promising her mistress that she would never to it again.
Her crying grew even fiercer as she felt her legs being raised. "I have a couple of assistants to help me now," Miss Bishop told her. Sally felt a pair of thighs straddle her face, and a pair of large strong hands take hold of her ankles and pull them back, lifting her little bottom off the bench.
"Please Miss, please!" she screamed. "Shut her up!" Hilary spat. Jessica groaned as she bent her knees outward and pressed her soaking cunt fully to her daughter's face. She moved, a hot gasp escaping her as Sally's pert little nose served to open her cunt, and sobbed black woman sucks off and gets slammed by nasty driver pornstars hardcore her anxious breath flowed over her clitoris.
Hilary passed the riding crop to Sally's father and sank to her knees to service him. She stretched her mouth over his cock and groaned, savouring the strong taste, so different to those of the young boys at the Academy. Her hands cupped his manly balls, while Brian stretched and inhaled, preparing to strike his daughter's lovely bottom and thighs.
The crop slid along her thighs, brushing her pert vulva as it passed over it on its way to her bottom. Her reaction made Jessica groan and squirm, loving the feel of her daughter's blubbering mouth against her sensitive cunt. Brian raised the crop, his face flushed and his mouth hanging open as he took quick breaths and stared at her nicely parted bottom. Miss Bishop drew all but the cock head from her mouth and stroked the shaft while she watched the crop descend, sweeping down to land with a sharp impact against Sally's bottom cheeks.
Despite her mouth being firmly pressed against her mother's crotch, all heard Sally's high pitched squeal, none more so than Jessica who felt the strident cry as much as heard it. With a gasp, she stared wide-eyed in front of her, seeing nothing as the pleasure stormed up her body. "Again! Again!" she gasped urgently, her clutching thighs ensuring the young girl heard nothing.
With a deep red line swelling across the sphere's of Sally's bottom, and the young girl tossing her little bottom as the pain seared into her, Brian lifted the crop again. He groaned, hesitating as Hilary used her teeth on the tender flesh behind his bloated cock head, then his arm whipped the crop down. Once passionate outdoor sex veronica clark and kristof cale Sally felt the lancing fire consume her, reaching deep into her bottom where it flooded her with agony.
Once more she screamed into the humid and wet cunt that sat on her face, sliding back and forth and grinding down on her nose and chin. Her little fists beat uselessly against her mother's bottom and her legs tried desperately to break free, but nothing could stop the next agonizing stroke.
It didn't land on her bottom, but across her thighs. She stiffened with agony and screamed again into the cunt that pressed down on her wide-open mouth.
Jessica let go of her daughter's legs, her orgasm claiming her, the force taking away all her willpower to leave her sunny leone xxx storys best download upon her daughter, bliss coursing through her as she blindly kissed the young flesh beneath her.
Brian pulled Hilary onto his arching cock and felt her hands claw at his pelvis as he began to spurt down the back of her mouth. His hand tightened, stopping her from pulling away until his last spurt, then he let her slip away, his attention full on his wife and daughter. As her parents silently left the room, they were already planning the next time that she would be expected to cruelly entertain them both. ****** Sally blinked as the mask was taken off, and then looked about her before returning to her now naked mistress.
"Have you anything to say?" Miss Bishop asked her softly. Sally slid from the bench to kneel on the floor at her mistress's feet. Trembling, but now for another reason, she softly asked for forgiveness. "Have you learnt your lesson?" she was asked. "Yes Miss," she whispered, hoping she'd never be called to room five again. "And the lesson was?" Hilary asked, reaching out to stroke her hair.
Sally licked her lips, her eyes sliding down to her mistress's cunt. The woman's pubis was large and firm, crying out to be kissed. "Obedience and Submission," Sally answered softly. "Very good!" Hilary said, grinning with pride as she placed her foot on the bench, leaving her cunt spread and available. "Come on then," she murmured, her fingers opening herself.
Sally crawled over and raised her head to lick timidly at the ripe flesh. Unlike the woman who had sat on her earlier, her mistress's cunt was baby smooth, not one hair in sight.
Just perfectly smooth skin to run he tongue along, savouring the taste before moving into the open slit where hot wetness waited to flood her. "Good girl, good girl," Miss Bishop breathed. "If only your parents could see you now, they would so proud," she whispered, as Sally's flickering tongue brought her to yet another orgasm.