Offering no respite, the strap crashed into her exposed cheeks, packing heat lower. Where the strokes overlapped, tortuous fire burned. Her heel flick...d off the floor towards her bum. It failed to ease her pain. Snapping her other heal, she gave up, letting her bare bottom burn as she sucked up her suffering.“It hurts to be disobedient, Clare. I'm pleased you're feeling it,” Miss Roberts said.“Yes, Miss. Thank you. I'm so sorry. I deserve your strap.”Reduced to a disobedient young girl denied. Tears streamed down my face as I felt a hand massage my butt cheek, his hand sliding down to my cunt, he squeezed and I wriggled away. “Please.” I say as he shoves his middle finger into me. I screamed as the forbidden sensation hits me, so hard, the finger with no mercy fucks me as I press myself more and more into bed.His finger is long, it’s like a long dick fucking me but as another finger shoves in, it’s even harder. There’s a wet feeling between my legs and the man pulls his fingers out. We've had you rub your sad old clit on furniture with your hands cuffed...used cucumbers...let's see if you can jack your legs over your head and eat yourself out." But as cheerily as Cheryl had suggested this of course Winnie had failed...she was too fat. Cheryl had taken a cane to Winnie trying to get her to get her crotch to her face..but it was no go."Dear me." Cheryl had said. "I got you to quit smoking by tying you up and burning my own Marlboros on your sagging tits so maybe we can get. “So you stole my clothes.” She said as she leaned against the wall of his closet. Nate started to say something but she held her hand up. “They look good on you.” She looked at him for a bit then said, “Turn around.” He started to protest but she looked at him and said, “Either turn around or I tell mom and dad you stole my clothes and wear them.” He sighed and turned around. He really did look good in them. Those thought came back to her. She could feel herself getting turned on. She knew this.