Imogene wept and tried to keep herself from screaming. Clark leaned close.

"You want one of these?" he asked, brandishing a gag.

"No," Imogene whispered, her eyes flowing with tears.

"Good," he snarled, "just keep real quiet." Then he was gone and Imogene was left helpless, watching her daughter's shame.

Lana paraded down to the men and spread her thighs around one man's legs. Close behind her was Adam, the cane in his hand.

"I'm such a bad, girl," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust, "would you like me to have some of my punishment here?"

"Yes," the man said, and his voice shook. He ran his hands over Lana's panties, feeling the soft mound of her pussy. "Fuck, you are bad! Your panties are already wet!"

"I know, I know!" Lana moaned, her hips hunching at his hand. "But I can't help it! I can't! I have to have it!"

She gurgled and thrust, and the man worked his hand inside her tight white panties. He felt her pussy lips and then pushed deeper, feeling the hot wet crack of her cunt.

"Bend forward," he ordered.

Lana gasped and did as she was told. Her blonde hair fell across her young face as she spread her legs wider, her soft lips nuzzling the man's neck as he fingered her cunt and reached up to play with her lovely tits in their little lacy white bra.

Adam slid the cane across Lana's ass.

"Ohhh, yesss!" Lana gasped.

As Imogene stared in absolute horror, the cane went up in the air, held for a moment, then slashed down across her daughter's tight asscheeks.

Lana gave a scream as a thin red line of pain appeared on her flesh.

"Ooooh, yesss, sir!" she wailed. "Ooohhh, sir! I've been so bad! Whip me hard – aaaghh! Yessss!"