Susie moaned and strained against the bonds around her ankles.

Corinne knew she was going to throw up. The gag balls filled her mouth and the rubber strip forced them almost into her throat as she stared at her nephew, walking around to the back of his struggling girlfriend and easing her dress up over her ass for all the group to see.

Things got worse. Donald held the chain tight so that she had to watch as Julius laid the thin cane across Susie's taut ass cheeks. Susie had a great ass, the swelling cheeks heaving up off the chair back, the lacy straps of her suspenders pulled tight over her creamy flesh. Her little black panties were also stretched tight, and through them Corinne could just see the curly-haired mound of Susie's pussy. That made her even sicker.

"Now watch," Julius said to Corinne. "This is what happens to little whores who refuse to obey."

Corinne choked and stared as he raised the cane, held it for a second and lashed it hard across Susie's ass.

Susie screamed, her body lurching up, her thighs trembling. "Aaahhhh, fuck!"

The cane lashed her again, laying a second thin line of agony across her white skin. She tossed, her hair pulling out of Saul's grasp, her body shaking.

"Aaaghghhh! Yes, yes, oooohhhh!" she moaned. "Goood, Julius, yes, yes." The cane cut her tight ass, beating more thin red lines across it. "Uurrgbh, Julius, Julius!" Her had was pushing into then pillows of the chair as she heaved her ass upward.

Saul stepped back and left Susie alone as the cane whiped her ass hard, the sound ringing through the room.

Corinne was getting even sicker. She struggled against the collar, sweat breaking out of her body in rank terror, staring in growing disbelief at what was going on over the chair.

Susie toned wildly to the beat of the cane, her aorta getting deeper and more guttural, her sobs.