Any man of the camp who wishes to avail himself of her feminine temptations is free to do so while she is hung from the punishment hook in the guard b...th house."A leash was place around her neck and she was led to the guard bath house. Once inside, two of the guards stripped her completely and suspended her on her toes from the rafter in the center of the large room. Each time a guard walked past her, he would take time to rain slaps and blows on her back, her chest and her lower extremities.. I pulled her head off me; the sensation of her mouth drove me too close to orgasm. I returned the favor as I laid her on her back. I placed my hands below her knees and raised them in the air. Her feet rested on the bed as I slowly, methodically kissed up her calves and down her thighs. She shivered with each wet kiss. I brushed my teeth over the sensitive area of her thighs, grazing it, nibbling it as she yelped with pleasure.I lowered my face into her warm, wet, sweet spot. She felt my hot. As skimpily dressed she was on top, her hips seemed over dressed. Helen decided to remedy that first. Choosing a side street, the teen strolled up the sidewalk looking for as hidden a spot she could find to take the yellow flowered shorts off.Nothing presented itself by the next corner. Now wanting to get too far off course, Helen turned back. There was an overgrown bush about halfway along, and when she reached it she backed into space between it and the yard’s retaining wall. It would have to. Aimee couldn’t imagine resisting that voice. ‘Because I want to be punished,’ Aimee said, slumping gently onto her side. The rose landed next to her, more by accident than by design, and Aimee found herself gazing into the endless, complex folds of its petals as she relaxed deeper. ‘Want Mistress to punish me, make me feel like a naughty horny slut who can’t…mmmm…’ Her eyes slipped shut as a surge of warmth washed over her, setting her nipples tingling and her pussy throbbing. ‘…who can’t.