Slut Flogged and Branded: Bedtime Tale – Memoir

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Slut Flogged and Branded: Bedtime Tale – Memoir’You’re head is bowed and your long and lustrous chestnut hair falls down in front of you like roughly drawn curtains half obscuring your features. Your bare and faintly freckled arms hang loosely by your sides and beneath the coarse scarlet robe… as befits a scarlet woman, a filthy whore… you are nude.”You have been brought to the town square in an open cart and in front of you is a small gathering of the good and law abiding folk you sought to corrupt and dishonour… and they are there to witness that justice is done… because you are a dirty slut without morals… without shame.”The magistrate having now finished reading out your sentence now orders his sergeants-at-arms to proceed with your punishment. They remove the robe to leave you completely naked and vulnerable. You are accompanied to the whipping cross where strong hands secure you tightly to the oaken beams with leather güvenilir bahis şirketleri straps… your arms outstretched along the cross section and your legs strapped tightly to the upright. You can hardly move and you feel the unforgiving grain of the timber press against your flesh. Turned away from the townsfolk you attempt not to listen to their jeers: ‘Look at her fat arse… who’d want to fuck that?’ ‘She’s so ugly.’ ‘All she’s got to offer is her cunt… and I bet that’s slacker than a wizard’s sleeve…’ ”You hear the tails of the flogger hiss cruelly through the cool air a split second before they agonisingly bite into the flesh of your exposed back… and then a second later across your buttocks. ‘Lay it on hard… make the bitch bleed’ you hear one of the crowd shout.”You cast your mind back to just before you were arrested, on all fours in the gutter with your short denim skirt pulled up and tipobet güvenilir mi being fucked from behind with your tits exposed and being groped. You remember feeling the spunk running down your leg as you were manhandled into the police van but you had never cared because all you had craved for was cock… big juicy cocks… thrust up your cunt… rammed up your arse… and taken in your mouth… sometimes all three… because all you were… and are… is a dirty, fucking, ugly, worthless slut.’* ‘Your back and buttocks are a sea of pain now… but that is only the first phase because now you are going to have your breasts whipped hard to teach you to flaunt them… to tempt good men into sin. Your bonds are loosened, you are turned round and through the blur of your watering eyes you now face the throng. Your shaking arms are once again drawn out and fastened to the cross bar; your legs and ankles to tipobet giriş the upright.”The first stroke lands across both your tits and nipples feeling as though you had been stung by a thousand jelly fish… you scream out in pain but the crowd bay for more: ‘Whip the flesh off the dirty harlot!’ * ‘You are broken now… your body is numb… almost numb… but there is just one more chapter of agony to go… you smell the coals from the brazier… you just discern the footsteps… and then the searing, blinding, pain as the near red hot branding iron is thrust onto the shaved pale triangle of flesh just atop your slit… with the words SLUT… burned forever into your skin….’She arches her back, gasping and crying out whilst gripping my left hand then slumps back down onto the mattress laughing. My spunk is already in her… though some of it has already seeped out… but perhaps there is still enough to fertilise her. ‘You rather like the ‘Town Square’ fantasy don’t you?”Yes… it really turns me on… though I also like the idea of being a*****ed.”I’ll have to come with something then… won’t I?”Yes, please… I quite enjoy a… bedtime story.’We both chuckle before I switch off the bedside light…

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