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When I recovered my senses, Sebastian was still watching me with that same superior, amused look that heâd had since heâd turned up on my doorstep earlier that evening. He was also entirely naked and slowly stroking his massive erect cock with one immaculately-manicured hand.
âWell, Miss Fenwick, didnât you just have a lovely time?â
Having learned by now that a response was expected, I replied, âYes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Your little whore is so grateful, Sir.â
âVery good, Miss Fenwick. I must say, even having witnessed you cumming hundreds of times, it was far more gratifying in person. Although I was a little worried that your screams might wake the dead. This ancient dump is almost certainly haunted.
Now, Iâm sure youâre just longing to feel this cock inside you, but letâs have a little fun first.â
For the first time, I realised that he held a riding crop in his other hand. Mr Chapel had left a variety of accessories in my room during his many nights here and this little whip could be used to devastating effect.
Inspecting the tip of the crop, he said, âI remember this little bastard. Itâs got quite the sting in the tail, doesnât it, Miss Fenwick?â And he flicked it briskly across one of my nipples as I gulped and cried at the sudden, sharp pain.
âYep. Just as I thought. Right, Miss Fenwick, weâre just going to rearrange you a little bit.â He nimbly untied my legs and just as quickly refastened them so that they were spread widely and tethered to the headboard, my bound wrists still restrained between them.
I was incredibly exposed like this, the pillow under my bum pushing me up obscenely, my entire pussy and tight rosebud arsehole on display for Sebastianâs imperious and inexorable scrutiny.
âBeautiful,â he said. âNow, Miss Fenwick. I know you are inclined to squeal when having your pussy whipped, but I also know that youâve cum all over this crop countless times. You canât expect me to show mercy, but I will kiss you better on any areas that I punish. Of that, you have my word. Shall we proceed?â
âYes Sir, please Sir. Please whip my greedy little pussy.â
âVery good, Miss Fenwick. I canât wait to see you bounce for me.â
And with that, he flicked the crop ruthlessly, squarely at the entrance of my still trembling pussy. The sound it made slapping against my sticky hole was still mortifyingly audible, even above my squeak of pain. Restrained as I was, I jumped, just as Sebastian had predicted, when the blow hit. My whole pussy clenched, sending the familiar waves of pleasure along its length, even as I bit my lip to distract from the smarting ache that was bursting across my sex.
âAnd thatâs one. Shall we make it ten in total, Miss Fenwick? As fun as this already is, my cock is in distracting need of satisfaction.â
âYes Sir. Ten please, Sir.â
âYou are a good girl, Miss Fenwick. This school is terribly lucky to have you.â And with that, he aimed another devastating snap of the whip, this time against the handprint that had formed on my thigh from his earlier assault. I jerked against the ropes again, thrashing helplessly as the heat coursed through me.
âSeems a shame to leave the other side out, doesnât it?â he said, before delivering a lightning-fast strike to my other thigh as I shook and cried. My pussy was soaked and I felt my juices trickling across the recently tormented skin of my thighs as the warmth of the blow radiated through my legs.
Before I knew it, Sebastian aimed another strike that landed directly on my still throbbing clit. My entire bottom half exploded in fiery pain, the sensations rippling across the three other areas that heâd whipped so far. I screamed out, no longer even aware of the sound, only of the pain, the exquisite pain, and the steady hum of my pussy that somehow still wanted more.
âOne more here, I think,â I heard him say, before the crop struck my exposed pink arsehole. My hands and feet fought against their bindings, but the ropes and leather held fast as I let out a harsh, guttural moan. I had been very thoroughly sodomised by Mr Chapel last night and my poor puckered entrance hadnât yet had time to recover.
âOooh, that was a good one, wasnât it, Miss Fenwick,â Sebastian said, gleefully.
âYes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Your whore is grateful, Sir.â I somehow managed this without sobbing.
He trailed the tip of the crop from my arsehole, up along my pussy, smearing my juices around before manipulating it across my clit.
âYouâd like to cum very badly, wouldnât you, Miss Fenwick?â he asked.
âYes, Sir. Oh yes Sir!â
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