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“Christopher, grab the whip. please” I felt faint. “This particular whip has a lot of history Skye; my Daddy made this whip himself and broke in 8 wives with it, my momma being the first. And it has tasted the flesh of every single wife since.” I pulled on my restraints, trying to turn my wrist so that I could maybe unbuckle the restraint, but Clyde only laughed at me. “Now I’ve given a few lashings but since my dominant hand is…incapacitated, Christopher will be doing the lashes today.” “I don’t know Clyde, I’ve never…” Was that hesitation I heard in his voice? “Either you whip her little brother or you can take her place!” Clyde responded. He was drunk and angry, that was all Christopher needed to hear. He grabbed the whip from the pegs on the wall and stood behind me. A quick glance told me it was leather, a little worn around the handle. It was thick at the bottom but got thinner and smaller towards the end, I tried to bury my face into the wood. The loving gentle Clyde was gone now, his blue indian eyes cold as ever as he stared down at me and took another sip of his booze. “50 Lashes, you will need to aim for the fleshy parts if you can, begin.” The first was sharp and intense, pain radiated out from the Solo burning path left in its wake; I bit my lip and sucked in a lungful of air. “Count them Skye.” “Go to hell,” I growled through clenched teeth. “Count them or you will be whipped until I see bone,” he growled back, bringing his face closer to mine. I could smell the booze on his breath and I almost gagged. “One!” I spat. Each one seemed to hurt more than the last. My screams echoed in the empty barn, throat quickly getting hoarse and raw as my amateur back. The 17th lash broke the skin a little, I could feel small trickle of blood running down my back, almost cool against the heat of my flesh. By the time we got to 49 I was barely hanging onto consciousness. I was hysterical, begging, pleading, and swearing to let them do whatever they wanted if they stopped now. And at that point I really would have done anything just to make it stop. Surely they would kill me if they continued any further. “Keep counting Skye, or we will start over,” taunted Clyde. I tried to mumble the last one, but my voice was gone and I’d been crying so hard I could barely calm myself down enough to breathe let alone count. Clyde set the empty Jack Daniels bottle down next to my head and leaned in. He shifted some hair away from my face and leaned in close enough I could see the anger in his eyes. “After everything I’ve done for you Skye and you stabbed me. Not only did you stab my hand, you did so in a room filled with my family….my nieces and nephews…my mother. 50 was me being generous, only webcam the Lord knows why, I certainly don’t, you sure don’t deserve it,” he scoffed. “I’m sorry…” I apologized, voiced cracked and barely above a whisper. He laughed but it wasn’t because he was amused. “You’re sorry? Did you hear that Christopher? She’s sorry…” He slammed his injured hand against masturbation my face, leaving behind a smudge of blood. “How the hell is sorry going to fix my hand? Our life here depends on farm work, if Nylon I have only one hand how am I to help? “It’s fine. When she saw me on the screen she smiled, told me to have a good night Nylon then threw me an air kiss. You made me love you.” She had such a huge smile on her lips when she said that, and I doubt it was from her mommy-slut feasting on her pussy. After a few min she pushed me back to her pussy and pulled me in and the next thing I knew she was shaking and moaning. I gasped out in rapture as my pussy writhed in bliss. she says Sliding down to the floor boards and leaning over Blake’s lap she hiked up her skirt so Pete can get a good look at the sexy Gilf’s masturbation swaying hips and wobbling pantied ass. 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