?Oww, you’re hurting me.??I’ll do more than this, young lady. You run around like an irresponsible little brat and then go around like some common whore.? Denise was crying now. Part of it was the hair pulling, most of it was just plain old parental fear.?Look at you,? Bonnie continued. ?You run out of the house dressed like a slut.??You bought this dress,? Denise said through her tears.?Yes, and I also bought you underwear, but you aren’t wearing any are you?? Paul was shocked when Bonnie grabbed Denise’s dress and yanked it down to the girl’s waist. Denise’s breasts sprung free and Paul marveled at the firm ripeness of her.?Mommy, d-don’t,? Denise whimpered.?Why? Why? You like parading your body around. Let’s see all of it.? Bonnie released Denise’s hair and then stripped the dress the rest of the way down. Denise stumbled back trying to get away and tripped over the dress pooled around her ankles. She went down hard on her ass, legs sprawled.Paul was entranced. He had a full view. He massaged his backside, which was very red. I could imagine how it must have smarted. I felt slightly jealous.He pulled me to my feet, held me close. We kissed, a long lingering kiss. He stepped back, his hands at my waist, gave me a serious look.'Just who gave you that masterclass?' he asked. 'I sincerely hope it wasn't that waiter.'He was trying to look so stern that I couldn't quite stifle a giggle. That did it. He grabbed my arm, pulled me over to the whipping frame. Before I knew it my ankles were being fastened into the leather cuffs. My left arm, then my right, were stretched and clamped tight. I tingled with anticipation. I felt the vibration of the electric motor in my hips as my torso was raised until I was standing upright, arms raised high, legs apart. I looked over my shoulder as Jeff opened up the cupboard.'Well, well. Just look at this.' He held up the flogger I had used on Rayanne just a few hours ago. 'This doesn't really fit here, does it?'He dropped it, unhooked.
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