Foreword
Her body shook as she wept, and suffered from the pain of the lashes. She had stopped pleading for mercy. She was taking her punishment in silence.
Mark dropped the branch to the forest floor, and began undressing. Tammy neither spoke, or turned around. She looked out past the tree, biting her lip against the pain, and wondering how far Mark would go in taking out his outrage against her.
When he was nude, and his cock standing erect with sick desire, he moved up behind her, and ran his hand over the welts which were already turning purple and black.
Tammy winced with pain.
"I'm sorry that I hit you," Mark whispered into her ear, as he pressed his erection in between her thighs. "But I had to stop you. I don't think you have realized what a witch you have developed into. Maybe you always were one..."
"Oh, Mark," she whimpered, "we could have talked this out. It wasn't necessary for you to flip out like that."
"I don't think that's true," he slipped his hand in front of her, and began caressing her breasts. Despite the pain and humiliation she felt, her body became aroused as he stimulated her breasts. Her nipples were erect with sexual desire.
Taking the injured young blonde into his arms, her turned her about to face him, and kissed the tears on her face. Her eyes were reddened and she had lost the haughty look he had grown accustomed to. Again, she had the look of a forlorn young girl. That was the look he had fallen in love with that was the girl he wanted.