Knecht made a swing and whipped a racket for table tennis on Olga's naked buttock. Tochilova, who was lying on the bed with her belly down and kneeling on the floor, gasped, but rather from surprise and unusualness, rather than from pain. But Sergei did not give her the opportunity to delve into the analysis of their own feelings, and again hit hard. Then slaps fell down one after another; after the fifth or sixth, Olga finally screamed - she was really hurt. But, biting the sheet with her teeth, she only spread her arms over the cross and prepared for a new series of blows.

This did not happen to her even once. Her parents were against any corporal punishment, and her father was so easily horrified by the very thought that someone could raise a hand against a girl. Partners (including even those few “disposables”) also did not consider whipping in any form as a sexual element. And only Seryozha Knecht, who himself, according to him, could not yet fully disclose his preferences, now “punished” Olga ... Maybe even without quotes.

"Here, I passed one more line ... I became" lower "," a little fellow, "as they are called there ... And the strangest thing is that I start to like it ..."

Despite the pain. Although Olga was moaning and screaming out loud, but so far she has not even thought about “yellow”. Not to mention the "red". If she could see herself now from the side, or rather, from behind, then, naturally, she would be amazed at the bright crimson spots on her buttocks, which Sergey continued to latch on with a racket. But still, the moment came when Tochilova, slightly choking, said “red!” Knecht immediately stopped the execution, and Olga, feeling the burning flames from the blows, turned over on the bed, slipped to the floor, went to her knees to Sergei, hugged him and uttered "thank you, my master."

It's funny, but both of them were still embarrassed and awkward! True, the man's eyes were already burning. And the member stood, although not in full readiness; Both lovers knew that now they would continue to do a little different things than regular sex. Olga also felt excited - probably, from everything together: novelty, pain, humiliation (even if it was simulated). Or maybe from the situation: they lit a dozen of three red candles, hung the sheets over the sex-red of the same color of the sheets, and so what the hell out of it! - drank a bottle of wine (again, red), gradually stripping each other.

“Did I punish you enough?” - Sergey asked, wagging his racket.

- No ... I am very bad.

- Then stand up ... Yes, facing me ... No, do not dare hide behind your hands! Put your hands behind the back of your head ... And don't even think about lowering them ...

Olga readily executed the order. Her heart pounded, even though she knew what was coming. Again, the new and the unusual ... Seeing the flogger (just unpacked today) in the hands of Sergey, Olga felt the familiar warmth spreading between her legs. Yes, that was exactly what she needed right now ... And it doesn't matter that she had never even thought that she might like that!

- Spread your legs ... Wider ... You must be completely defenseless. And let any part of your skin, any part of your body, be ready for what will follow now ... You want this, right?

- Yes of course...

- Not this way!

- Yes, I want, my master! Please punish me ... Ah!

Sergey whipped Olga floggerom on the thigh. Not much for a start. He did this for the first time in his life, but he knew (mainly from relevant films and forums) how the whip should be in his hand, how to properly hold her tails with the second hand just before striking.

- Go on ... Go on, please!

Despite the fact that the remark was not quite sounded according to the scenario (the word “master” was absent), Sergey readily began to slander Olga, each time watching with pleasure how her body twitches after another contact with the whip ... He beat her on the shoulders, stomach, thighs, feeling her excitement growing stronger, judging by the way she involuntarily moves toward biting blows ... That's the first blow to the chest. Olga made a cry ... No, not even a cry - it was like a cry of a wild lynx. The cry of a wild, animal lust. Olga's skin was gradually covered with crimson stripes, which only increased the sensitivity to new blows. Sergey, despite the fact that he was captured by this game completely, still controlled himself. He wanted to bring Olga to ecstasy, but he was afraid to “bend the stick,” and he himself was becoming more and more excited by the sight of the woman bending under the blows of the female body and the shouts — sometimes deaf, sometimes voiced, then tender.

And soon the game again moved away from the script a bit - Olga demanded, even shouted rudely: “I can no longer! Fuck me! Hear that! Right now!"

What kind of "master" there is, where I am "behaving badly!" ... However, Knecht himself already began to give a damn about the narrow scope of the game. He threw off the whip, grabbed Olga by the shoulders, threw her on the bed, belly down, in exactly the same position as he had recently spanked, and introduced the penis that had reached the steel erection in a supple, wet crack. Al !!! Having felt the male organ inside her, Olga could not help herself from the sweet moan and leaned back, as if trying to implant herself stronger on him. Sergei caught this movement and, in turn, tried to drive the member deeper. Olga's immediate sigh confirmed that everything was going right. Already heated by the order, he began to immediately make rhythmic movements. True, he did not manage to finish quickly, apparently because of the unprecedented amount of lubricant ... and maybe also because of Olga's exercises with plug-ins yesterday, with which she let her, but stretched, the walls of her cave. Snarling, Knecht grabbed Olga by the hair, pulled them over, reeling up on his fist. An orgasm covered him at the same moment - perhaps the strongest and brightest of all he had ever experienced. And his peak of pleasure was immediately transferred to Olga, who screamed loudly, huddled in bed ... Sergey felt abundant moisture on his hips.

Olga also noticed this moisture, whose body was still shaken by light convulsions, like aftershocks after an earthquake.

“My God,” she murmured, sweeping her palm over her wet thighs, “I used to think that this could not be in principle ...”

“You are just the most passionate woman in the world,” said Sergey with admiration.

“The first squirt in my life,” said Olga, confused. - It was you who made me reach such a state, rude Samets!

Lovers laughed softly. Sergey embraced Olga, she cried a little:

- I have all the skin striped, carefully!

But she clung to him, hiding her head on Knecht’s chest. She was nice, warm and comfortable with this man, as, probably, with no one before.

“We are so loud here,” Sergey said suddenly. - Neighbors will not call the police?

- Should not ... I, you know, sometimes I caress myself, it also happens, I start. The apartment is a corner, first floor. From above, the deaf grandmother lives, behind the wall of this one - there is another entrance, they rent it daily. Sometimes such orgies suit ... And through the corridor with a bathroom we almost never heard.

- But both of us like it ...

- Yes. Perhaps we can still come up with a lot. Imagine, Serge, we're with you only at the very beginning of the journey.