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1.

Tiffany, lying down for a couple of days, disappeared in an unknown direction, violating the terms of our agreement. Having involved all my connections, I found out that she had also quit the nightclub. Apparently, she decided to leave the city, with which she was associated not the most pleasant memories. We never saw her again.

Kitty remained and even turned out to be so gracious that she began working on two fronts, demanding in return, in return, that part of the payment she considered Tiffany for the best. I did not mind, especially since Larisa was already in the sixth month, and Kitty was gorgeous both in bed and under the whips. The only thing I didn’t particularly like was her too soft skin, which had kept traces of whipping for quite a while. One evening I overdid it, and she was out of action for at least a week. Since then, I have had to limit my requests somewhat. Fortunately, this time did not last long. Three months later, Larisa produced a lovely little boy who was named Vladimir, and a week later Stella appeared in our house. Somewhere she was found by Kitty, an exciting acquaintance with which, alas, also came to an end after the birth of a child. Larisa said that now I must again pay all attention only to her, and the invited girls will only occasionally brighten up our modest family leisure. But neither she nor I could refuse from Stella.

In this girl, everything was unusual: green almond-shaped eyes of extraordinary depth and expressiveness, an oval face framed by exciting black curls, languid grace, a very tall stature and a small flat chest, which did not spoil her completely. Girls of this type never really got me, but looking at Stella, I felt the desire. The evening of our first acquaintance with her quite disposed to my favorite entertainments, since Volodya had prudently sent us to Larisa's parents.

Stella attentively familiarized herself with our piercing and instruments of punishment, and immediately offered us with her low and unusually sexy voice, reminiscent of the timbre of Tina Turner in her best years, an unusual bet. She was taken to endure cruel whipping without crying and without tying. When I asked what her understanding meant a cruel whipping, she replied that it was at least one hundred strikes with a belt, fifty with a rod or twenty-five with my terrible whip, which had recently turned her predecessor’s buttocks into a bloody mess.

- What punishment will you choose for yourself if you lose? - I asked.

“Well ... probably additional shots of your choice,” Stella squeezed her chiseled shoulders and straightened the thin strap of her rather frank dress.

- And what if we shove you, for example, fifty beats with a belt and twenty-five with a rod? - Larissa asked, licking her lips with her long tongue.

“Try it,” Stella grinned.

Something alerted me in her tone. Did she seriously believe that I would not be able to knock out the cries of her seventy-five with not weak blows? I got up and told Stella to do the same.

- Stand to the table, lay on it with the front part of the body and take your hands over the opposite edge - I told her.

Stella pointedly meekly went to the table, shaking her hips, and took the position I indicated. I came up behind her and ran my hand up her thighs, feeling the wonderful elasticity of her skin.There were no panties on it, as was to be expected, as was not even a hint of vegetation in the lower abdomen. The girl was well prepared for the first evening. Nodding in satisfaction, I undid the buttons of her dress and with one powerful gesture tore it off. Stella stayed in some shoes. I admired the picture that opened to me. Her unusually long legs were perfect: smooth, as if polished, slightly touched by a fresh tan. Buttocks were rather small, but very strong and elastic. Having glanced over them, I noticed on them barely noticeable marks left by some broad instrument. Certainly, Stella was flooded more than once, and besides, she showed no signs of fear.

After consulting with Larisa, I decided to introduce my new slave to one of my best belts, about seventy centimeters in length and seven to eight wide, made of hard leather, and put it next to the table on which Stella was reclining. Then brought a few pre-soaked roz. The girl squinted, watching my preparations. Having finished this exciting prelude, I acquainted her with my conditions.

- I will give you about fifty blows with a belt and thirty - with rods. You are forbidden to take your hands off the table. If you do this, the number of shots remaining will double. By itself, you can not scream. If you scream, you lose, we tie you to the rack, and you will receive the remaining number of blows with my favorite whip. When I finish with the belt and go to the rod, you have the right to rest for a while. All clear?

“Understood, master,” Stella replied slightly, and smiled. I first encountered this behavior. It looks like Kitty behaved, but all her bravado disappeared after the appearance of a couple of dozen fresh stripes on her buttocks or back. Very soon, Stella, too, regret their behavior.

Having passed a part of the belt into the buckle and left a skin of about half a meter in length, I gave a signal to Larissa, clung to the lens of the video camera and, slightly turning the body to give my hand even greater acceleration, from the heart whipped Stella over her lovely tight, slightly raised buttocks. Her body shuddered slightly, but no more. I immediately brought down two more blows on her ass, marking the same spot, but Stella answered me with the same reaction, more precisely, with her almost complete absence. Then I began to strike her in a fast rhythm, aiming precisely across her buttocks, with a tie to her hips. The belt flew here and there, with a whistle, cutting through the air and glaring at the soft skin of Stella, causing it to wave elastically. Incredibly, the girl almost did not twitch, not to mention the fact that she did not moan, but was silent. I felt a slight excitement in my pants, but so far I decided to ignore the desires of the flesh and continued the flogging, striking much more strongly than usual, and trying to make the belt fit in about the same area.

Having given her exactly half the blows, I stopped and listened to the punishment breathing. It seemed to me slightly speeded up compared to the beginning of the whipping. Stella's fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table, her teeth were clenched tight, but she didn’t change her body position by a centimeter.

“Well, let's see if your exposure is enough for a long time,” I said grimly and hit her hard, hitting the upper part of her muscular thighs this time. Again a faint shudder of the whole body, but this time I noticed how her legs were strained. Then I began to apply very strong sweeping blows with a belt to Stella, directing them mainly to the lower part of the buttocks. Stella's reaction remained unchanged until the thirty-first strike, when I missed and the belt overwhelmed her thigh - then she jerked with her whole body, gritted her teeth and threw her head back, but immediately returned it to its place, staring blankly at the floor. Delighted that at last she got it, I further increased the pace and brought the force of the blows to the limit.At thirty-eighth, I noticed that Stella began to sway slightly from side to side, unwittingly trying to dodge, and convulsively folding and spreading her legs. Then ...