Tales of the Rope

Chapter 20: Punishment of a Bad Girl Continued

It took a second before he realized that he had struck precisely upon her nipple and that the cracking blow must have sent pain shooting through her breast like an electric shock.

As he readied himself for the next strike, the girl tried to pull one hand up to cover a breast. But with her elbows bound touching, the best she could do was to touch the bottom of one breast as she twisted her arms around to the front. He simply targeted the other breast and again caused her great pain.

Repeatedly the leather snapped out to impact on one of the soft breasts of the bound and naked girl. And repeatedly she cried out into her gag and tried uselessly to turn herself so that her breasts might not be a target. But he could walk around her much faster then she could shuffle her bound feet, and the leather continued to mark up the tender skin of her breasts.

It grew hot in the small basement as he continued punishing the bound girl, both of them sweating, one from exertion, one from pain. When finally he stopped, her breasts were covered with red marks and she was sobbing out her pain. Tears ran down her cheeks to drop to those punished breasts. He watched as a tear slid down to hang from her left nipple. It was then he also noticed that those nipples were erect, made large, either from the punishment or fear or maybe sexual excitement. He didn’t know which and didn’t care.

Dropping the whip into the box of ropes, he went upstairs to check on his daughter. The hallway light illuminated her bed and he could see as she twisted her head around to again plead with her eyes. “You should have known better,” he said, mostly to himself. “You should have never tried drugs.” Then he went into the bathroom, peeled of his shirt and toweled off his sweat. Before returning to the basement he put on a fresh shirt and made a phone call.

he was doing this, knew of his anger and was afraid that this pain, as terrible as it was, would not be enough to satisfy him. Like her bottom, the flesh of her

legs lowered her head and tightened the noose around her neck. But she was also afraid because she suddenly realized what target was now presented to his whips. He picked up the slender belt he had used to mark

gag and jerked backwards. For a long second her eyes were wide with fear and torment as her body leaned back, pulling painfully on the rope around her neck.

around the rubber ball filling her mouth. She

fire. On the tenth stroke she screamed surprisingly loudly, considering the gag. On the twentieth

into a whimpering ball of girl flesh on the floor. He took the rope still dangling from one ankle and passed it through the overhead ring, pulling her leg up until she was lying on her bound arms and that leg straight up in the air. Then he tied the rope off and went upstairs,

was back, picking up the girl and carrying her up the stairs. In the front room he sat her on a chair and bound her ankles together with thin cord. The contact

understatement as he knotted the cords very tightly. “But that’s not enough for someone who supplies such evil to innocent young people.” He viciously wrapped rope around her legs above the knees, right over the

a fishing boat.” He roughly checked the gag in her mouth to assure that it hadn’t loosened. “He often travels down to Mexico for game fish.” He pushed her down to the floor. “The local authorities know him well.” He tied rope to that around her