Some half-naked, shoeless urchins ran past them shouting stilly rhymes unfamiliar to Rowena’s ears. It had been a long time since she had played ran...omly as a child and even then she was not all that interested in anything that did not have a value or a purpose for the art of survival.They all paused to give the Friar a chance to catch his breath sitting on a large, flat-topped rock and sopping up his perspiration with towels from the old Abbey now shuttered and unoccupied with naught but. "I knew it, a leg man. I can spot them right away." Setting back a bit,he looked me in the eyes before continuing. "You know, I've beenincarcerated for a time, just recently regaining my freedom. I wasunable to glory in the kinds of impulses you just described. The nakedlust... you know, it's really quite intoxicating just being so near toit." He started to chuckle once more.As I continued to squirm in my seat a bit, still overwhelmed withweakness, he sat back and clapped his hands together."I. Hard at first but then more gently, my mother was crying but I wasn't sure how much of it was real tears and how much was play acting. When my father stopped spanking her he began caressing her butt cheeks and then his hand wandered down between her legs and I knew he was rubbing her pussy."Are you ready little girl, for the rest of your lesson?" Yes daddy, I'm ready."I knew that this was nothing more than foreplay after their argument and I should have given them their privacy but I couldn't. Then it comes. Five blows in quick succession, building in strength and intensity; a crescendo of excruciating hurt and distress that forces one final tortuous scream.“FFFUUUCCKKK!”My cries fade and there is near silence. Nothing but my own little sobs between gasping breaths. Once again the suspense builds; but I can no longer feel the whip’s caress against my skin.The ropes around my knees and ankles are released and I pull my legs together to protect my poor abused cunt from further.