“Such a beautiful body you have,” he said evenly and then spat the second half of the sentence in a tone of disgust. “But then you know that don’t you – you teasing little slut.”

“But… I’m not,” she blubbered in instinctive reaction and cringed in fear of a slapping. “Not a slut.”

He moved around her, placed a hand on her naked backside and caressed her buttocks hungrily.

“You are a teaser,” he stated firmly.

“Noooo,” she wailed with a sob.

Lawrence, standing to her side and slightly behind her, gripped the handle of the strap in his right hand, pulled back his arm and targeted the rounds of her taut little buttocks for the first lash.

“You shorten your skirts and school uniform to show your legs to tease men.”

“No,” she blurted.

He swung in with the strap, laying the thin leather strands hard across her firm mounds with a satisfying crack.

“Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”

His cock reared and his anus gripped in pleasured delight.

“Admit it you dirty teaser.”

“Oh God, oh God,” she blubbered.

He swung in again, a harder and more powerful stroke of the strap that fanned the thin leather strands out like fingers to smack her with multiple stripes at the same time.

Swish. Crack.

“Aaaarrrrrrggggh!”

“Say it, you teasing little bitch!”

“To attract boys,” she screamed to appease. “But not to tease men.”

“Liar!” he raved and swung in again, his pumping thrill and high excitement adding yet more momentum to the lash. It cracked hard on her buttocks, leather slapping hard on firm female flesh to resound loudly around the confines of the area and to draw another pitifully pained wailing from her.

“You paint your face, do your hair up and dress like a slut to draw the attention of males to you.”

“Noooo!”

“Yes!”

Swish. Crack.

“Owwweeeeeee.”

“You flounce around, swinging your hips and wiggling your backside to tease men. Say it!”

“Please stop this!”

Crack.

Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”

His cock was throbbing with ach, the engorged head bluish in colour where the blood was rushing to it in his excitement. Lawrence’s eyes were ablaze with sexual thrill and his nostrils flared as he cracked the leather strap once more across her reddened buttocks.

“Yeeeeeeeessssss!” she finally gave in and scream. “Okay yes I do but just stop hitting meeee!”

Lawrence paused, panting hard, his brow coated with sweat and his sticking up in a rigid erection that he could never recall having attained the like of before. He was triumphant and so very aroused; his whole body pulsed with the thrill of breaking the little slut. Close to her ear he brought his face and sneered as a hiss.
“Dirty girl, you filthy little bitch.”

He strode around to her front, his manner one of arrogant pride and his walk more a swagger.

“Dirty girls have to be punished,” he said, his voice altering in pitch with the pounding excitement coursing through him and laughed aloud as she gave a nervous whimper.

It was wonderful to have a slut in trance, compliant and ready to do whatever he wished but when they were awake, aware of what was happening it seemed many times better for him.

“How should I punish you slut… Eh? What do you say?”

“Pleeeeease no more!” she wailed and went into a series of heaving sobs that shook her whole upper body.

Lawrence chuckled evilly.

“Should I fuck that sweet pussy of yours?”

She was stunned to silence, horror etched in her expression.

“Or your little arsehole perhaps?”

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