I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom cheeks. Sweet Becky Larson, 18 years old, a little tramp runnaway from the streets of Seattle. Robert had seen her often, panhandling money, hanging out with delinquent boys, intoxicated, or high, slouched up against the side of some downtown office building, or walking through the crowd down at the market, looking for tourists from Iowa, or Kansas, with fat wallets, and easily distracted by a pretty blond girl in a too short or too tight skirt who accidently rubs against them while one of the boys picked their pockets.
Robert never got over how easy it was, how clean, and sudden and final. A phone call, some private words and a picture faxed, and now blond headed, willowy, plump bottomed Becky Larson, a new residient of Cheluna Mansion.
Becky had been there a week, a long week, long enough to know better then to hesitate at a Master's command, and long enough to know better then to refuse a request.
I set the long whippy birchrod down and gently caressed Becky's pretty, open- expressioned face, poking my finger in her small mouth, enjoying the sensation of her soft lips and gentle tongue wetting my fingers as I slowly pistoned them in and out. I withdrew my finger, smearing her saliva across her lips, making them shine.
"I'm very unhappy with you Becky, very disappointed," I tell her in a low soft voice, " I thought I had taught you better..." I walked around the end of the table and was confronted with the exciting double cheekswell of this trim bottomed girl strapped over for discipline.
I wasted no time in flicking the end of the birch rod under Becky's little schoolgirl skirt, and flipping it up on to her back. There it was, that robust, plump little ass I had seen straining against her tight slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week. The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with the plump fullness of becky's rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by her bent posture..
I took the tail of Becky's skirt and tucked it up under the thick leather waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her white panties and slowly lowered the material, watching her ass flesh compress and then roll out from under the desending material. I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as Becky's ass was, once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to my view.
I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky's firm teenage bottom and sat down right behind her, letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat fullness of her rear cheeks.
God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent's trim white ass, just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained, her trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table.
Becky's soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enforced posture.
Becky's legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in the palm of my hands, each small bottom cheek occupying one of my warm palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the movement of my hands, smiling at the soft protest of this indignity uttered by becky.
I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and taste of her milky white hillocks. I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time for that later, for studying and mapping.......with my mouth, my tongue, my lips.... learning about every inch of that exciting fleshy bottom.
Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave girl discipline designed to ensure compliance with her master's wishes in the future.
I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to the side and watching Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms pulling against the restraints tied tightly around each wrist.
I smile as I hear becky in the background start to plead, no doubt asking for another chance, but my mind was fully occupied with the plump full ass now contorting in a lewd dance over the table top. I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand, swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with my other and relishing the sound the fine instrument made..
"You'll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what'll happen if you don't...", I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into her mouth. "If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will be increased ten-fold. Do you understand me Becky ?" Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.
I take a few steps back, standing to the right of becky, and bring the whippy-ended birchrod up sharply and step forward, bring the rod through the air sidewayswith a backhanded motion, and deliver a fine cut low down across becky's straining asscheeks.
WHIP!!!!!
The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl's bottom cheeks, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls hard against her restaints, her curly blond pig-tails flying in to the air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs tensed and her bottom cheeks compressing hard, and then bounding up.
I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor of Becky's bottom cheeks, tensing and shifting, her hips contorting over the top of the fat pillow cushion. " Keep your chubby little backside quite still for it Becky....push those hips back up over that pillow you young tramp....." .......... WHIP ....................... WHIP ................. WHIP..........
I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky's young tender bottom flesh, the rod singing through the air, the impacts sounding like pistol shots as they meet Becky's churning white bottom flesh. ................ WHIP.... .another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across becky's ass, aimed low, and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound legs, and letting the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod ride up, just catching her across the puppy fat fuller cheekswell low down on her bottom.
Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, then a series of fast paced loud objections, her pretty blond head turning from side to side rapidly, her mane sweeping across the polished oak table top, her knees trying to draw up and rubbing against each other under the leather binding strap. I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying the sight of the angry red lines now starting to grow against the white background of her plump bottom cheeks. Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom halves, squirming across the top of the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed quivereings.
Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as the straps would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like a bride inviting her lover to take her bottom in a fit of honeymoon passion. " I'm going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly is broke to the bridal.... ........... WHIP.......... WHIP........I gave her two hard brisk strokes across the plump center of her shaking ass cheeks.....
"I'll have obedience from you ...... WHIP .........becky." ."............bend tighter, I want a full bottomed cheekswell..........WHIPWHIP.......... you chubby bottomed little tease............." ... WHIP.......... WHIP......two more stinging reminders, delivered down low, across the fatter cheekswell of becky's bottom lobes.... " we have all afternoon becky, no interruptions..." ... WHIP!!!........... WHIP!!!. .......".when I am finished with you...we'll have an obedience test...becky..".. WHIP!!!............ WHIP!!!
Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost in a haze of erotic discipline. My cock was straining against the rough fabric of my wool trousers, and my breathing was coming in large gulps, sucking giant mouthfuls of air in to my lungs as I let the rod fall across the middle of Becky's girlish white cheekswell.
