Foreword
Pain was something she never would have dreamed she could enjoy, punishment even more astounding for her to desire. She lay across the chair, her firm, jutting buttocks quivering delightfully for the man behind her.
E.G. Talbot felt his prick hardening in his pants as he stepped up to the awaiting young woman. He ran the flat of his hand over the enticing half moons of her ass, laughing thickly as he squeezed one soft, spongy cheek.
"Well, daughter, my son tells me you are in need of a little discipline, is that so?" he asked, his voice thick with mounting passion.
Maggie moaned, quivering as he caressed her naked bottom. "Yes, yes," she whispered anxiously to her father-in-law. "Ohh, God, I need to be punished, now!"
Never in her short life, however strange and exciting it might have been, had Maggie Talbot dreamed that it would come to this. To willingly suffer for someone else's pleasure, to endure punishment for sins created by another's mind.
As her father-in-law raised his arm, whirling the long, thick strand of the whip above his head, she tensed her body for the first blow. Her flesh was damp with the sweat of excitement, tingling in anticipation, now. She would willingly surrender to his rage and discipline now, for it was all she wanted.
The first blow he struck echoed loudly and mingled with her scream, and the pain was deliciously horrible in her, flesh, agonizingly delightful indeed.