“You’ve been a naughty shepherdess, haven’t you, Peep?” Mother asked, standing behind her. The girl nodded, her blonde hair falling in waves falling over the stone floor. She felt the first blow from the cat o’nine tails, almost a gentle thing, with just a little sting. She twisted and squirmed.

“Oh, Mother, please,” Peep whispered. Her pussy throbbed from the older woman’s attention.

“Yes, tell me.” Another blow, and then another. Mother waited.

“I lost my sheep,” the girl sobbed, feeling another slap, another. Her bottom felt hot. She cried out as she felt three more stings from the cat o’nine tails in quick succession. “Oh, Mother! Please!”

But the older woman was catching a rhythm now, and Peep heard her working hard. She lashed the girl again and again, until Peep’s bottom felt red and raw and

huge, and her pussy-it was on fire, throbbing with longing. She hid her shamed face behind her curtain of hair, her tears falling onto the stone floor.

“Now, are you going to find those sheep, Miss Peep?” Mother grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her head back, looking down at her tear-stained face. Peep nodded, moaning softly, looking dazed, her eyes glassy. “But first, you’re going to do penance, aren’t you? On your knees.”

Peep nodded, tears still streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Yes, Mother.” Mother moved in front of her, leaning back against the wall. “Up, Peep,” she instructed, using the girl’s hair to pull her fully to her knees. Peep sat up, looking up at her with big, wide eyes. “You know what to do.”

Peep leaned forward, parting Mother’s pussy lips with her tongue. Mother was very wet, and the girl found her clit and began to suck and lick it, knowing just what the older woman liked, running lazy circles at first and then moving her tongue back and forth along the hooded button.