Jessica's Rules

"You, my sweet girl, all this emotion and we have only begun your punishment." "Oh, Jessica, I can't take any more." You can and you will. Now it's time to clean up my clit." She let you sag to your knees; your face slumped against her belly. Her shit stained clit awaited your attention. You had vomited into the toilet several times after the last session. Jessica stood unmoved over your shuddering body. You were confused by your reactions. The pain was so alive and yet your cock had betrayed you. You had blown your load several times while your cock and ass were on fire. And you knew that when she took you back to the whipping post, you would get hard all over again. You felt fear-not of the whipping, but of yourself. How had it come to this? You were a sick puppy. "It's time to get started again, slut. On your feet." You wobbled onto your high heels and staggered back out to your punishment rack. You stared at Jessica with loving eyes in spite of the throbbing pain in your ass. You knew you would love to have her clit driving up your ass again right now. If only she didn't whip you too hard. Foolish girl. "Now. Stand with your hands over your head and don't move them. I'm going to use the dog whip to remind you that you are a bitch in heat." You could barely get your hands up. The whip lashed your thighs savagely. "I said get your hands up." You tried to crouch down, but were rewarded with two harsh strokes across your exposed ass. Jessica gripped your wrists and hauled you up. She fastened you with leather thong and yanked you into an upright position almost off the ground. “Oh, God, it hurts." You yelped as the whip bit into your buttocks again and again. As Jessica paused and let her hand caress your tits, your cock reached its full rise and bobbed up and down with each twist of your nipple. "Should I lash your little prick, slut? Or should I just whip your thighs?" She smiled letting her whip ride against your tiny balls.