I couldn't speak, I was so ashamed and unhappy, but I kept my arms about him out of sheer terror that he would whip me again, while he reached down and slipped his right hand between our bodies till he had a finger on… my spot…

Then he began to tickle it, while I gasped and started nervously, my face terribly red and tear-stained, closing my eyes and trying to shut out his flushed, stern face. My thigh muscles kept twitching and wanting to close my legs, but I knew I didn't dare, and his other hand was kneading and pinching one of my breasts all the time. Then his mouth closed over mine and his tongue went in deeply and rooted about till he ordered hoarsely, “Use your tongue, too, Lucille,” and I had to obey. All the time I felt his forefinger rubbing gently and slowly around the lips of my… spot… and it began to tingle and quiver…It was not unpleasant, but I had no sensation now of anything except my fright of him and my unbearable shame at this cruel, merciless act he was going to commit on my naked helpless body.

“What a soft little pussy,” he said thickly, kissing me very hard and almost making me lose my breath, while his hands tightened on my heaving breast. “But it isn't juicy enough for its first poke… Ah, well, I didn't expect you to want me the first time… In fact if you had, I'd have taken the whip to your backside to correct your being a sinful, naughty girl. But later on, you'll learn not only to submit but to want it, you obstinate, impertinent little minx.”

With this, he put his forefinger to his mouth and moistened it with his own saliva, then again put it back against my… spot… and started to rub the lips more quickly. This time the sensation was more vivid. I started to groan, but my inflamed bottom was making every movement of his torture.