The noise of a rural disco stopped about half an hour ago. Egor escorted Masha home. They walked hand in hand. The girl clung to the guy, putting her head on his shoulder. They were together the whole evening and now deliberately went the longest way, so as not to part longer.

Several times the couple stopped in secluded corners of a winding village street to kiss for a long time. Approaching the gate itself, they slowed down, and the girl once more hung on Egor's neck to peck him on the cheek.

- Well, everything, I will go ... - Masha whispered, sighing.

- Wait, let's still stand here!

- I'd better go, late already. And then the mother is at the station, today is on duty today ... It is necessary quietly, while the stepfather is sleeping, but not that - she will wake up, see us, and it will be like the last time to me! Whew ...

- And let me take you all the way to the porch! I will not give you offense to him!

- Not! Do not you what! So it will only get worse, I know ...

- Ok, as you say ... - Egor kissed Masha goodbye on the lips and then on the nose.

She smoothly opened the gate so that the steel mailbox screwed to it outside did not rumble, darted inwards and just as smoothly covered it behind her. Stepping softly like a mouse, the girl headed down the path toward the house.

But stepfather did not sleep. He was sitting on the porch in a tattered vest and stretched workouts and smoking a cigarette. Masha looked down and tried to walk past him in silence, but he stopped her, grabbing her hand over her bare knee.

- Where? ... Who allowed the house to go?

- I want to sleep...

“Nah ...” his stepfather shook his head, pulling on his cigarette. - Now I finish smoking, and let's go ...

- Where to go? - Anxiously in the voice asked the girl.

In response, the man shook his head and blew a stream of smoke toward a small, crooked wooden structure in a far corner of the vegetable garden.

- And leave your hooves here, - he pointed to the Machine shoes with heels, - I have nothing to stomp on the boards there!

While the girl was rolling around, the man put out his cigarette butt, struck a match and lit a candle standing in a tin can. He threw the matchbox on the porch, took the jar with the candle in one hand, and grabbed the stepdaughter by the other with the shoulder, turned it in the right direction, and slightly pushed it backwards.

After standing a little outside, Yegor did not hear any noise and, having decided that his girlfriend managed to get into the house safely, he slowly left. He knew that she had not developed a relationship with her stepfather since childhood, but he was not sure that his intervention could solve this problem.

Hanging her head, Masha obediently walked with her bare feet on the cold damp earth. She herself opened the door of the unheated bath and took a step inward along the old creaking floorboards into the darkness. After her stepfather entered and locked the door from the inside on the latch.

In the middle of a tiny room with log walls and a low ceiling there was a wooden bench. The air smelled of soot, damp, and brooms. The aroma of dill, garlic and something sour mixed into these aromas typical of the bath. Next to the bench on the floor was a metal basin, where several birch twigs, designed for a young girl's ass, were soaked in a cucumber pickle.

The man slowly put the candle on the shelf under the ceiling, took out a large natural washcloth and silently handed it to the girl. She stood near the bench, looked at her bare feet, and did not raise her eyes.

- Ta-a-ak! ... Come on, take it and lay down on the bench! - barked stepfather.

“But ... maybe not, daddy?” - Masha so appealed to him only when she wanted to soften him.

- Lay on the bench! - He repeated almost syllables.

- I didn’t do anything, we just walked ...

- They just walked ... Yeah! ...You will still teach me what you need, but you don’t have to ?! Well, lay on the bench, who said ?! - He growled in response.

There was nothing to do, and Masha stretched along a bench on her stomach. She put a washcloth under her chin and bit her edge with her teeth so as not to bite her tongue during whipping. In the meantime, the man unceremoniously pulled up the hem of her checkered, chintz short dress, presented by his mother for his birthday, and began to work off her white panties. There was no other clothes on the girl.

Pulling off the underpants almost to the knees and making sure that the girl's ass is now bare and meekly substituted for punishment, she bent over the pelvis and began to choose a rod for her. After a few seconds, drops of cold brine fell first on the ankles of the girl, and then on the hips. Masha shrank and whimpered softly.

The next moment there was a barely audible short whistle, and a flexible birch twig slashed over delicate girlish buns. The girl flinched all over and shortly moaned in the washcloth, without unclenching her teeth. Across the priests, exactly in the middle, a bright pink streak immediately appeared.

Again, a short whistle - and the evil rod again stung the girl on the naked ass, this time at the very bottom. New bright strip on the delicate skin is not long in coming. “Aah !!!” - Masha cried out, shuddering with her whole body and tearing her chin from the bench for a moment.

There was a quiet gurgling - stepfather dipped the rod in a cold brine and continued execution. The following two biting blows painfully burned the girl's ass crosswise. Two scarlet stripes crossed her delicate buns so that in places even small droplets of blood appeared and mixed with the pickle that she left on the pope. Salt mercilessly burned the back of a little girl, on giving a blow from the pain even between the blows.

Masha lay, closing her eyes, and with a shudder waited for the continuation of the educational process from her stepfather. Every time the twig dug into her small bare halves, the girl screamed louder and shuddered so that the bench on which she had been flogged jumped and shifted.

The ass burned with fire, the girl's teeth bite into the hard washcloth with force, and the nails stuck into the wooden planks with each new beat. Birch whips, angrily whistling in the air, again and again smacked the plump ass of the village girl, leaving on it all the new narrow scarlet stripes, on which splashes of caustic pickle fell.

Again a short whistle somewhere at the top, then a quiet but painful click of a twig on a bare white ass, then a short but loud squeezed girl scream through a washcloth, and salt ruthlessly burns a bright, bright red mark on a pair of soft, shaking like jelly, rounded buns ...

A man, fascinated by the sight of a naked and already pretty carved girlish ass, seemed to have lost control of himself and could not stop. He lashed and lashed the baby, not forgetting to change the twigs and wet them with the vigorous brine. He did not pay attention to the fact that the poor thing was already crying sobbing, and continued to slant her delicate tail ...

At that moment, when Masha shrank all over and, with a sinking heart, was preparing to hear another short whistle in the air, after which the rod would leave a new blood-red trace on her unfortunate buttocks, suddenly there was a roar and a tramp. A metal basin with a ringing overturned and flew off to the side, and the stepfather fell to the side and fell backwards.

Nobody else did not stop Masha's ass, but she still did not dare to open her eyes. It was like a rumor that there was some kind of fight next to her. Frowning and snapping, the stepfather tried to get up from the floor and resist the unknown aggressor, who silently struck him one after the other echoing blows to the body and ringing ones to his face.

The girl in the dark at first thought that it was Egor who had returned and stood up for her. Deciding finally to open one eye, she could not immediately see in the dim light of a single candle what was happening. The one who stood up for her was not at all like her boyfriend.

It was a short, but very mobile figure in a long gray dress with gray hair shoulder-length. Hair and loose clothes fluttered in different directions when their owner made incredible jumps, somersaults and coups in a close room. And the heavy carcass stepfather was now ...