"There you go, Daddy....I told you not to make me laugh!" Just massage my lower back, she said as she guided my hand to the small of her back, then do...n to the top of her soft, shapely little butt. I gulped when she did this, but before I knew it she led my surprised hand down a little more, over the rounded, enticing contour of her butt and to the delicately curved, soft side of her hip. She rubbed my hand gently over this area briefly, then brought my incredulous hand back up to her lower. Soon the entire area of his back was Scarlett, like painful sunburn on a summers day. Then the strokes moved to the tender flash at the back of his thighs. Each one raising a howl of pain, as the whores head jerked back away from my boots. And finally to his feet. Bastinado punishment was to inflict the maximum pain and to stop a slave running away. But despite the blistering pain we didn’t want to go anywhere. Eventually his Master stopped, breathing heavily, and throwing the flogger down on. Her moaning increased in volume and earnestness. I released my hold and was pleased to see that my actions had left a little mark on her neck. I started to kiss every part of her exposed neck now, while at the same time my hands began to roam down her body. My hands cupped her big tits, and I could immediately tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. They felt so soft to the touch. She was so turned on by that time that my encircling fingers could feel the nipples poking through the fabric. My hands. I raised myself. I washed my clothes, cooked our food, and cleaned our house. My Dad contributed nothing except some money for food. The kids at my school teased me because I was so poor and my mother had run off. I was in school yard fights almost every week defending my honor. All I got for my efforts were detentions progressing to suspensions. My Dad paid no attention to my schooling. When the vice-principle requested meeting with my Dad, he ignored them and I was not allowed to return to.