in her left hand (her right was, I remember, busy), she added: “I propose that the situation be corrected.” Three hot from each will probably be enough. By the way, shoot carefully so that our faces are not there, ”she added, turning to the photographer and emphasizing the word“ ours ”. Fedka again ached:

- Well, not on-ado, well, please, auluista, I will not be anymore. My father already whacked me, it still hurts to sit down.

This was obviously true - traces of hard whipping were evident. Not on the face, of course, but in a completely different place, but there were. Vera looked around the company and asked:

- Well, girls, say, we will flog or regret? - The general opinion was adamant - “flog”. Vera with feigned sympathy looked at the bent figure of the punishable and said:

- The people say: it is necessary, Fedya, it is necessary! - one of the girls giggled, and Vera continued: - There is nothing you can do, you have to suffer. Do not worry - for your own good we try. Maybe you will become a man. Let's, girls, in the queue - and gave the belt to Vale, as the organizer of the action. Valya quickly counted the company and said:

- Three hot ones will be a bit much, I think. One is not enough, let's take two hits and stop with it. We do not beat with all our strength, we try not to hit the old bruises and we won't beat them with a buckle either.

She slightly swung and lightly hit. Fedka jerked, but said nothing. The blow of such a force he, perhaps, would not have noticed at all, if not for the previous whipping. Vera, standing nearby and still performing the function of holding the prisoner in the correct position, said:

- Well, Val, you really do not beat, but as if stroking. I don’t have to commit atrocities, I agree, but we don’t have this massage here, as its ... relaxing. - She grinned, and Valka slightly reddened. She struck the second blow harder, carefully aiming at a relatively bright strip on the "educational place" of her former neighbor on the desk.

“Mom,” he said, and let out a tear. The execution continued. Girls flogged classmate ineptly, but with feeling. The camera flashes impassively fixed for the descendants of the creation phase of a new masterpiece. Fedka quietly howled and tried to close his long-suffering seat with his hands tied, but managed to save only the dragon-tattoo from the biting blows - he could not reach further. Finally, the turn came to Vera, who was already tired of standing in an uncomfortable position and was ready to transfer her powers to other hands.

- Girls, who will replace me? - She asked and looked for some reason at Valya. That one sank in her chest. For the first time, apart from the kindergarten age, she saw a boy of the same age without panties. She really wanted to touch him between her legs, but she was shy about this desire and in no way wanted anyone to guess about him. The occasion turned up very well. Having built an indifferent mine, she approached Fyodor from the left side (Vera stood on the right), put her left hand into his groin and covered Vera's hand. With a laugh, she freed herself, instructing her to keep firmly, but not crush, and in Valina’s hand was a hairy leather pouch, inside which two soft oblong balls with a rough surface could be felt. Fedka turned his head to her and blushed.

Vera took the belt and went to the prisoner from behind. Having carefully examined the “workspace”, she stated that the punishable buttocks had already acquired the necessary intensity of color and texture, and therefore she needed to slightly expand access to the treated surface.

- What? - asked Fedka, who understood nothing, except that he faces a new test.

“Spread your legs, you idiot,” Vera said gently. To receive such a command from a girl whom he did not give a penny, was an additional humiliation for Vostrikov. He not only failed to do it, but, on the contrary, tried to move his legs more closely.Vera took the belt by the buckle and abruptly ran it along the inner side of the naughty boy. Valka felt that the captive testicle lying in her hand suddenly jumped, as if striving for freedom, and involuntarily squeezed her hand. Fedka squealed and fell to his knees.

- Oh, oh, oh, it hurts, - he cried. Valya, who immediately loosened her grip, felt a kind of pity for the defeated rascal, but did not remove her hand and did not release the scrotum from it. She liked the feeling of complete power over the representative of the strong half of humanity, and the fact that the punishment was well deserved justified it in her eyes. Fedka, all in tears, slowly rose from his knees and widely spread his legs, no longer wanting, apparently, to anger the cruel tormentors. He needed to get two hits.

Vera looked with satisfaction at the thighs opened for punishment and she swung at the first blow, but then a new idea occurred to her. Wanting to further humiliate the guilty classmate, she took hold of his buttocks with both hands and energetically pushed them apart. The participants saw a crotch covered with sparse hair with a clear middle line, starting right next to Valin's fingers, which closed around Fedka's testes, and ending on the eve of a dark wrinkled anus ring. Another flash flashed. Fedka silently puffed, apparently resigned to the inevitable and waiting for the imminent completion of the execution.

- Girls, you have to put something in there! Who has a pen, who does not mind? - asked Vera, who wants to finish the job. However, no one responded, everyone hid their eyes in embarrassment and did not rush to look for the desired item. Valya frowned and said:

- Faith, stop it, it will be too much! We still punish him, and not scoff. You still have two blows, will you flog? Or enough with him?

“I would, of course,” answered Vera, annoyed at the “kindly” accomplices. She swung and struck a pretty strong blow to the inner side of the right thigh of the person being punished, then quickly switched to the other side and hit the belt on the other thigh. Fedka howled and twitched. Valya let go of his genitals and turned indignantly towards Vera:

- Listen, we agreed - not to beat with all our might. So cripple a short time. Maybe he deserved it, but I don’t want to participate in it!

- Come on, friend, do not boil, - answered Vera. - I after all beat half-hearted, you see - the same red stripes as everywhere else. Yes, it will all heal in two ways, I'm sure. And in general - the whipping is over, let him be glad that he no longer got it.

To some extent, she was right - Fedka, although with a scarlet, like a baboon, her back and with tears in her eyes, did not look like a victim of fascist concentration camps. He was finally able to straighten up, and then the girls saw with amazement that his “pendant”, so laughable at their first meeting, took heart, almost doubled and began to show signs of independence and moral uplift.

- Oh, what is it with us? - Sasyusykala Sveta, a long-haired blonde with an early-developed figure, a bold cut with a dress, a puppet face and roughly the corresponding intelligence. - Let's put it on the floor and see!

The idea was accepted with a bang. In the women's toilet was quite clean, but they did not dare to lay the prokhindeya naked to the floor on the floor. Pulling the jacket off his shoulders, they lowered him down as soon as his tied arms allowed him and gently lowered Fedor onto his back. For order, Vostrikov tried to resist, but the forces were clearly unequal. Under the head put a handkerchief, found in the pocket of his jacket. Sveta crouched down and took an even more hardened and puffed up process in her hand. The guy lying on the floor opened with an interesting view, but it did not take her. Fedka breathed like a steam engine, a small drop appeared on the tip of his penis.

Sveta giggled and with a quick movement moved the “cap” of the phallus, completely revealing his head. The prisoner lay with a purple face and a parted mouth, and it was not clear whether he was experiencing the greatest flour in the world, or the sharpest pleasure.His body tightened, and he involuntarily moved his pelvis, seeking even more sharpness of sensations. The girls surrounded ... Read more →