Chapter 8
Georgina pulled my face into her tits, smothering my tears.
She sat on the armchair. I was across her lap. My feet touched the floor, and my body was turned to her. During the spanking, I lay on her lap with my hands cuffed behind my back, and my head hanging down. Now, I still was tied, but my body was turned and lifted, so my sobbing face was up at her chest.
The cuffs were made of black leather locked around my wrists, joined together by a pair of short strong clips.
My ass was hot and burning from the spanking.
I'd been spanked first by Georgina's heavy hand, then by her hairbrush, then by a paddle, until I cried like a little girl.
Georgina wanted to break me down.
"I'm going to punish that bottom of yours until you're broken and weeping," she had promised me when I stretched out on her lap.
She did just that!
But at last, all the smacks and stinging swats had stopped.
I shook from sobbing. I held my cuffed hands high up on my back to keep them from falling on my ass, it was so sore.
The carriage house was far from the mansion, so it hadn't mattered how much noise I made during my punishment - And I had made a lot!
Now, I wasn't so hysterical as I had been only a few minutes ago, but I was still crying a lot. I hadn't known anyone could hit so hard!
It wasn't just the hits, it was the way they built up.
First she worked my ass over with her bare hand.
Naked I stretched across her lap, her thick stockinged thighs lifting me up. Her nylons scraped my bare thighs.
Her hand cracked down on my buns. It sounded like a gunshot, each time her palm pounded my buns.
My ass cheeks are rounded and ripe, but they're not all that big, and there's not much meat on them in the way of cushioning.
Her hits jarred me. My bottom stung from hit number one, and the soreness only got worse as the session went on.
I didn't bother to count the hits, and neither did she. She was just going by how hard she made me cry, and how hot and red my ass was getting.
When I kicked and squirmed, she locked her leg over my ankles, holding my legs down, and kept on with the spanking.
I couldn't move much at all on her broad lap. The undersides of my titties rubbed against the side of her stockinged thigh.
Tears stung my eyes. Again and again, her hand came down.
My bottom was sore and aching.
Her hand alone made me cry. But she didn't stop there.
After she warmed up my rear, she took up the brush. It was an ordinary hairbrush with a wide oval back of polished wood.
That's the part that pounded my already sore rear.
Her hand had kind of molded itself to the curve of my rear. But the hair brush was hard and unyielding, and hurt more.
Georgina had me squirming and sobbing even harder, after only a few hits from the hairbrush.
From time to time she halted. Then she would grab my ass, squeezing, checking to see how hot it was.
Then she'd spank me some more.
Mr. Emory loomed over us. This show was too good to watch from his chair. He stood over me, watching, chuckling, keeping up a running conversation with his wife, suggesting techniques for her to try, pointing out parts of my bottom which weren't as red and hot as others.
Georgina sometimes turned the hair brush over, pressing the brush bristles against my sore, sensitive rear.
Those stiff plastic bristles were like dozens of tiny needles jabbing me behind, making me squirm some more.
Now, between bouts of hitting my ass, Georgina would caress me. She rubbed the backs of my thighs, my hips.
She had a real nice touch, when she wasn't pounding me.
When she stopped hitting me with the hair brush and put it aside, I sobbed with relief. But I was only fooling myself.
'Cause Georgina took up the paddle and went back to work.
I really cried when she held the paddle in front of my face, showing me what she was going to use on me next.
"Oh, no!" I sobbed. "Please, no more!"
"You're a very naughty girl, Rochelle," she said. "You need lots of correction!"
The paddle was like a ping-pong paddle, only it was covered with black leather. It smelled rich, when she held it under my nose.
"O ww www-wow!!!"
My ass was already so hot, that when she pressed the paddle down on my sore swollen buns, it felt like a hot skillet laid on them.
Her left arm circled my waist, it and her leg locked over my ankles keeping me pinned down on her lap. : I squirmed.
She rolled the paddle around on my butt, making wide circles, massaging it. She rubbed the backs of my thighs, too.
Then she paddled me.
The paddle really cracked loudly when it came down on my ass, it was the loudest noise yet, drowning out my cries of pain.
Finally, I just stopped struggling.
I collapsed over her lap and lay there limply.
My head hung down, with my ponytail hanging in front of my face.
My tears spattered the carpet, soaking into it.
The paddling was really brutal.
But I just lay there and took it. Before, I had been all stiff and struggling, but now I just lay there and let the hits fall.
"I'd say she's just about ready, wouldn't you, honey?" Emory said.
"Yes! Just a few - more - hits'!"
More paddling rained down on my rear, until I was babbling like a baby, begging her to stop it.
"Please! I'll do anything!" I screeched. "Anything!"
Georgina kept on paddling me.
"See, Rochelle?" she taunted me between hits. "No matter how much it hurts, there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
And she slammed some more sizzling swats on my rear, just to prove that what she said was true.
Then, she stopped.
Without the steady crack-crack-crack of the paddle pounding my rear, it suddenly sounded real quiet when the paddling stopped.
My sobs sounded loud, even to myself.
My bottom felt like it had been sandpapered raw. It had been some brutal discipline.
"Kiss the paddle," Georgina prompted. "Kiss the paddle that beat your naughty little ass, Miss Bad Girl!"
I puckered up and kissed the paddle, tears streaming down my face, my lips trembling, my body shaking with sobs.
"Now thank me for punishing you, Rochelle!"
Somehow I stammered out my thanks, then broke into fresh tears.
"There, there," Georgina cooed. "You were a bad girl, but you've been punished, and from now on you're going to be a good girl!
"Isn't that so, Rochelle?"
"Y-yes, Auntie!"
"And you're going to mind your elders and do exactly what you're told to do." I promised I would.
"That's a good girl," she said. "Now Auntie and Mr. Emory will kiss away all the hurt and make it all better!"
She moved me on her lap.
"Hmmmm! Rochelle's rear looks hot enough to fry an egg on!" Mr. Emory laughed. "Can that rear be as hot as it looks?"
"See for yourself," Georgina invited him.
"Don't mind if I do!"
I screeched, then sobbed, hissing through clenched teeth when Mr. Emory put his hands on my ass and felt it up.
I gasped. His fingers crawled across my bottom, sank into it, pulled open the cheeks.
"There's the part I like best!" Mr. Emory said.
"That's because you're a filthy sodomite!" joked his wife, who burst into a harsh cackling laughter.
"That I am!" Mr. Emory admitted. "It really drives me wild to see an ass that's as hot and tight as Rochelle's!"
"Let's see what else of hers is hot," Georgina said.
Putting her hand between my thighs, she pushed them open. Their tops were sticky with sweat - And something else.
Georgina groped my pussy. I squirmed, and she held me tighter, spanking me with her hand for a few swats.
"Hold still, you silly little girl!"
She fingered my pussy lips. They quivered. She fingered them open. They parted with a wet sucking sound. Sticky moisture filled my pussy like honey, and was oozing out of my slit.
"Ah hah!" Georgina said. "Just as I thought! She's dripping wet!"
Georgina fingered my hot pussy.
It felt real nice. But my ass ached when the back of her hand bumped up against it as she fondled my pussy.
"Of course she's wet, the little slut!" Mr. Emory said. "And you?"
"What do you think?" Georgina smiled.
"I don't have to guess, I know! I know how turned on you get by beating asses, my dear, especially the sassy bottoms of young misses!"
Then Georgina's strong hands were on me, guiding, moving me.
"There, there, child... come to Auntie!"
She rolled me so I lay on my hip on her lap, with my body making a kind of diagonal with my feet on the floor, hip in her lap, and my head up by her tits.
The black lace panels of the corset scraped my skin. My stiff nipples tingled as they pressed the corset.
Its cups were specially reinforced. They pushed Georgina's tits so they ballooned in the cups and seemed ready to burst free at her first deep breath.
Her tits were more out than in the cups. The points of her nipples were under the tops of the cups, but the upper halves of the big brown rings of flesh surrounding the nipples came into view.
And her big creamy tits swelled out, great big pillowy mounds of flesh, sticky with a light mist of sweat.
Georgina pulled my head to her tits.
My face was smothered in soft tit flesh. It wedged in her cleavage. Her tits were satiny and soft and buttery smooth.
My sobs were muffled in her tits.
Georgina stroked my hair against my scalp. Rubbed my shoulders, upper back.
She eased my head off her tits. She worked her thick fingers between her tits and the corset cups, which wasn't easy, since the cups held her tightly.
Then she wedged her tits up and out of the cups, so they ballooned over the cups and were plumped up even more.
Her fat pebbly nipples swam in front of her face.
She squeezed a tit, so its stiff nipple stood out farther than ever. She pulled my face to it, pressed it to my mouth.
Then she stuffed the nipple in my mouth.
I closed my eyes and sucked it.
Tears leaked out from my closed eyes, slowly dribbling down my wet face. After I sucked her nipple for a while, I wasn't crying so hard.
She pulled the nipple from my mouth, and put the other one in. I sucked that just as eagerly as the first.
My lips, their smooth insides, clutched the throbbing nipple, while I rubbed it with the tip of my tongue.
Finally, she freed her other nipple from my mouth.
My mouth hugged it so tightly, that when she pulled it out, it made a popping sound.
Wetness shone on the stiff tips of both her fat tits.
Georgina opened her thick stockinged thighs. I slipped down between them. She and her husband eased me down to the floor.
I was on my knees...
Georgina stood up, her tits bobbing, hips swaying, her legs taut and her big body balanced on her high heels.
"On your knees is right where you belong, Rochelle!"
She pulled down her black lace panties. Standing, as she was, put her panty covered crotch level with my face.
Her pinkish-white hips were wide. Her corset cinched her middle, pushing her tit? up, and plumping out her ass.
Her lace panties were thin, gauzy, see-through. Tight. They stretched across her hips, so tight that you could see her tufted bush, thick cunt lips.
I saw them even better when she pulled them down.
Once they were pulled past her wide hips and the thick tops of her thighs, she closed her legs and the panties fluttered down them.
They fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them.
Her cunt loomed up in front of my face.
Her bush was a mass of thick black hair reaching halfway to her belly button. Her fattish mound showed thick cunt lips.
The cunt lips were full, fleshy - and sticky. Wet with juices that had oozed out of her during the punishment.
Rich ripe cunt aroma poured out of her, hitting me in the face.
Georgina's thick fingers slid through my hair.
"You DO know what you're down there for, Rochelle?"
Sniffling, I said, "I - I guess so, Auntie... " "And what do you guess I'm going to have you do with that pretty little mouth?"
"Use it on... on your pussy!"
"Correct! You're a quick learner, Rochelle!"
She patted my head, then said: "But first, before you go down on my hot cunt - you're going to eat my ass!"