She had beenbullwhipped since noon and had fainted once during the whipping . She beggedfor mercy but the sadistic woman disciplinarian only laughed ....? I will show you mercy after you receivethe 40 lashes you deserve for? failing tomeet quota in? plowing the fields. ?The disciplinarian then proceeded to continue the whipping to the delight ofthe native farm workers assembled for the public punishment. This was the monthly ? PunishmentDay ? at the ? Farm for Women Prisoners ?. On this day. A raspy squeal blasts from her choking throat above me, her humiliation fueling me on. Skinny thighs squeeze on either side of my head , but I ignore her futile attempts to repel me, my nose nuzzling right into her panties. I can feel the shape of her lips beneath, my nose digging up into the cleft of her cunt. I inhale. More of her candy scent, mixed with a sour pungency. Not exactly unpleasant, but it’s finally something that brings this perfect little saint down to earth a bit. I rub and. He would mention the idea to John and see what John had to say.Finished eating, he was about to carry his plates into the kitchen when Bob came into the room from the kitchen. Marguerite and Bob spent a lot of time together and Ed wondered when they would just admit to each other that they loved one another. Bob stopped and said, “You really made Marguerite happy by entering her in that competition.”“It’s her passion. She has a right to pursue it,” replied Ed. A look of disappointment crossed. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, noticing that her nipples were hard and sticking out considerably further than normal. She then slid the shear see-thru silver top over her head. Her stiff nipples and dark brown aureoles could still be seen quite clearly through the flimsy material.Finally she slipped off her regulation hospital shoes and slipped on the ridiculously high, red stiletto heels that she just knew she was going to have trouble walking in, took another sip of vodka, picked.