"Please, no!" Melinda moaned, pulling at the ropes.

"Kiss me," Jacqueline whispered, sliding her mouth closer to Melinda's. "Kiss me, or you'll get whipped again!"

Melinda couldn't face another whipping. Her lips moved over Jacqueline's mouth until the two of them were kissing gently, Jacqueline's tongue flicking out over Melinda's lips.

"Mmmnn, isn't that nice?" Jacqueline's tits pressed into Melinda's swelling tit-mounds. "I love doing girls sometimes, don't you?"

Her free hand moved over Melinda's tits, stroking them as she undid the buttons of Melinda's tight blouse.

"Wouldn't you love it if I kissed your tits?" she asked.

Melinda was stunned. Jacqueline's fingers caressed her pussy, and she kit strange tinglings from the contact.

"Please, no!" she moaned. "Please! I'm sorry for what I did!"

"Honey, you're dry down here. You have to get wet for the men." Her fingers pushed into Melinda's panties and rasped over the dry bud of the girl's clit. "So, maybe it'll help if I kiss your tits."

"No, please, it won't!" Melinda sobbed.

Jacqueline started to slide Melinda's skirt back up over her ass.

"No, no, please, not that – aaggghhh!" Melinda screamed as the cane lashed into her ass. She jerked her head around to see not only Hugh with the cane, but also Richard, sitting on a chair close by, grinning casually as he watched. "Please, stop, stop!"

"Say nice things to my wife, bitch!" Hugh snapped, lashing her ass again.

"Aaagghhh! Please! Kiss my tits!"

"There, you see how easy it is when you learn?" Jacqueline let the skirt slip slowly back down over Melinda's crimson ass. She opened Melinda's blouse.

Melinda sobbed and wept as her tight, sexy blouse was unbuttoned to the waist.

Still moving slowly, Jacqueline pulled the blouse out of the waistband of her leather skirt, then her hands caressed Melinda's thrusting tits through her bra.