Leah Gets A Lashing

This forest belt-spanking scene is from Slave Mines Of Tormunil, which is a 2002 Nexus novel by Aran Ashe:

They took Leah onwards through the woods. Her legs ached. She was naked and barefoot and kept falling behind. Cren became ever more irritable. After a long while they reached a green road through the pine trees. When Leah again stumbled Cren said he would teach her a lesson. He stripped his belt off and stood her with her belly against a tree. “Open your legs!” With tears in her eyes she did as her master asked. Her broken virginity-chain was dangling down from each side.

Skav helped her. “Put your arms around the tree. Clasp it with your knees. Put your cheek thus. Good.” He stepped aside. The first lash put her on tiptoes. “Chin up,” Skav encouraged her. “Keep looking at me with those lovely eyes.”

“Oooh!” she cried. The second lash stung her bottom like fire.

“Hear – the birds have stopped their singing just to listen.”

She could not see Skav’s face through her tears. Burning tongues licked her buttocks; her belly throbbed. She clasped the tree, straining on tiptoes. The rough scales of the tree bark pressed into her breasts; her nipples buried themselves in its furrows; her chains tinkled against the trunk. She heard the swish and tried to hold her breath. The leather smacked the breath from her lungs: her nipples popped out of the furrows. Then the fourth smack came – too quickly, too high; she could not breathe. Skav reached round the trunk, caught hold of the ends of her chain and opened her flaps against the tree trunk and held her like that.

“Across the tops of her legs, now. Hard!” he said.

“Nooo . . .” The smack buckled her knees and drove her open sex against the trunk. Then Leah collapsed in a heap, her mouth pressed against the bitter bark.

“Get up!” cried Cren.

She was on her knees, her hands pressed together, pleading. The lash caught the unprotected front of her belly.

“Enough, lad,” said Skav. He came to her and Leah crumpled against him with burning tears streaming down her cheeks. “Now you must thank your young master – with your mouth.”

Her lips could scarcely fit around it, so large had it become. Skav held her arms behind her back; Cren took her head in his hands. The semen that had dried upon his penis turned slippery in her mouth. The glans pushed back
over her tongue, harshly and urgently seeking her throat. Her lips clamped tightly round the stem. Her bottom burned. Skav’s hand reached round and sought her belly, sought her splayed slit. “Our little minx is getting wet again.”

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