Lois' petite body, totally naked, perched on the equally nude lap of her mistress Lydia. Her arms were locked around Lydia's neck and her lips were wide open, licking and sucking passionately the strong pointed tongue that was plunged into her wet, soft mouth. She wriggled her wet bottom sensuously on the finger that Lydia had hooked into her little asshole, where she caressed the sensitive nerve endings just inside her sweet bud. Lydia's other hand steadily rubbed the American's clitoris, building a divine wave of ecstatic pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she began to embrace her blooming orgasm. Lydia worked steadily away at her, coaxing her over the edge; as Lois climaxed she heard whispered "Chicote, en breve."
The whip, soon. A trembling exultation swept over her. Once the prospect of being bent over and receiving a painful beating on her tender bottom would have filled her with fear and extinguished any lustful feelings immediately. Now she found the words intensely exciting. She had submitted completely to her mistress; the bitter caress of the whip or cane was welcome if it pleased Lydia, in spite of its agonizing smart. The sensual prospect pushed her over the edge, and she spasmed violently, melting into Lydia's strong grip, sighing with gratitude.
"Agora mesmo, Amante?" Right now, Mistress?
"Sim." Lois slipped off Lydia's lap and hurried over to the wooden horse. Draping herself over it, she protruded her buttocks invitingly, her legs parted to show her bare, glistening labia. The soft little moons of her bottom were a delightful sight; utterly naked and unprotected. Lois looked back over her shoulder at her mistress with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. The whip hurt so much! Yet when the burning sensation of each stroke started to lesson, she found herself swept with ecstasy. She wanted to be taken, subdued, punished; she deserved the pain, and offered her acceptance as a gift to her mistress. After a whipping, Lydia would usually take her in one way or the other; creating a sexual response, an utter sensual submission, that blew Lois' mind.
"Quantos chicotadas hoje, Amante?"
"How many strokes? We'll see. If you speak again, it will be more. Get ready." Lois bit her lip and positioned her perky bottom as accessibly and provocatively as possible. She flinched as Lydia drew a line across it with a lithe cane she had taken from the rack of implements. Lydia gazed avidly at the small, perfectly rounded, pale globes that were presented to her. Between Lois' shapely parted thighs, her cunt could be seen, exquisitely plump and showing a line of moisture at the divide. There was great pleasure in whipping her sharply, hearing the crack of impact, then seeing a thin welt appear on the perfect flesh as the girl cried out in pain. The whips and canes molded the American to her will; Lois had already abandoned almost all her independence, and would now perform anything that was demanded of her, no matter how degrading, with the utmost submissiveness and enthusiasm.