1st Bastinado Lesson For young girl

Sweet and gentle, cute young girl. The fact that she came to me was a luck. Her beautiful eyes and a face had pleaded for mercy.
“Sorry girl, but I can't not to punish you”.
I sat her down on the table, pulled her ripped jeans down till panties and unbuttoned her shirt. White underwear gave her a hopeless look. She bound tightly around all the body and ballgagged. She tried to get out and mumbled – her eyes just begged to let her go.
Her beautiful feet immediately aroused me and they were conveniently located and are also tied. I started to beat her with a long whip. She moaned and grimaced in pain. He eyebrows were frozen in mournful posture. She was hurt after a few hard blows.
I made new blows without stopping, made them harder then slowed the pace. The main thing that she was in consciousness. I took her by the hair and struck more blows.
Next I took the whip and paddle to diversify her feelings. The paddle was making quick strikes on her pink soles. It seems that at this moment she lost her virginity, as a slave girl.
She took a breath and already exhausted she moaned in pain and waited for the end of the torture. The gag was removed from her mouth – I ordered her to count out loud the last 50 strokes. She began to count… Her voice trembled and her nose began to squish, tears filled her eyes. She were like an exhausted deserter, she was counting the last strikes and was repeating that it hurts. “Last strike – 50th”…