1. Arabian Plaything Chapter 6


    Date: 1/2/2018, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: Victor-Bruno, Source: xHamster

    Meanwhile, Belle's life followed its early pattern. She was summoned up to the Palace perhaps three or four times in a week... and still always to perform the most menial duties. She either had some decorative use or something more functional like acting as an ash-tray holder or a drink and food trolley. In general she carried out these tasks to the satisfaction of the overseers and only on one occasion did she earn herself a punishment. Sheer fatigue caused her to become slightly unbalanced whilst she was holding a tray of drinks upon her back as she knelt on all fours. Naturally the wine stained the carpet and the first thing she had to do was to clean that up thoroughly with her mouth and tongue. Then she resumed her duties for another hour or so. Finally dismissed, she returned to the slave quarters carrying a note for Hassan from one of the women overseers. It reported her fault and instructed him to give her a sound thrashing. Hassan shook his head as sorrowfully as ever, but lost no time in ordering her to fetch a cane. Then he tied her down to the leathern whipping block which stood ever-ready in the quarters. &#034That was very naughty, wasn't it, Belle?&#034 he asked as he sawed the supple willow to and fro across her quaking nates. &#034Y-Yes... M-Master...&#034 she answered tremulously. &#034I... I... beg forgiveness, Master... I beg for mercy...&#034 &#034I'm afraid this is not a time for mercy,&#034 replied the Nubian. &#034This is a time for correction.&#034 ...
    &#034Master... Master... I entreat you...&#034 &#034I am going to give you ten, Belle. Good and hard ...&#034 &#034M-Mercy... ahhh... have mercy... M-Master... I c-couldn't h-help...&#034 The whistling rod bit for the first time into the curvaceous bottom-flesh and a gasping cry was torn from Belle's throat. By the time Hassan had finished with her, Belle was doing more than begging and entreating for mercy. She was screaming hysterically for it. But she did not get it. The final stroke was as full-bl**dedly vicious as the first. &#034Everyone behaving themselves?&#034 It was Vesta who spoke. She was making one of her periodical inspections of slave quarters. Prostrate on the colourful mosaic flooring before her were six naked slave-girls. It was a posture which met with her approval. They wriggled, grovelling forward to slaver on her boots. &#034All pretty good girls, Miss,&#034 replied Hassan with one of his big white-toothed smiles. &#034Not so much this one, it would seem,&#034 said Vesta, her eyes lighting on Belle's weal-striped nates. Hassan explained that, in general, Belle's behaviour had been quite satisfactory apart form her careless lapse on the previous evening. The girls were now kneeling up in a little semi-circle around Vesta. Utterly attentive, utterly submissive. Had they not all been through this woman's hands and did they not know to what lengths she was capable of making them suffer? &#034You did right to give her a good hiding, Hassan,&#034 pronounced ...
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