Crazy heard Mr. Franklin advancing. “Come in here and tell us how to deal with our problems, will you, you meddlesome bitch?” She could hear him unbuckling his belt. “You kids are not the only ones who need discipline round here.”
Mrs. Franklin strode up to her daughter and clutched a handful of her thick blond hair, hauling her over to the bed as the girl yelped and slapped at her mother’s hands. It did no good.
“Don’t struggle you little slut,” her mother warned her. “Punishment is coming. Think you can fuck your step brother and we’d have nothing to stay about it?”
Kathryn found herself across the bed alongside Sara, the indignation and anger in her eyes giving way to uncertain fear. Seeing the girl like this made Sara’s pulse quicken; whatever control she had wanted from the situation had gone. The parents were in charge and she would relish every moment from here on out.
Mr. Franklin slapped the doubled-up leather across his wide hand with an echoing thwack.
“Son, I’m disappointed in you,” he said, eying his flesh and blood with a stern gaze. “You’re going to watch your precious Kathryn get what’s coming to her, then your stepmother will deal with you for violating her daughter.”
“We haven’t done anything wrong,” David argued.
“Don’t answer me back, boy!” his father barked, whipping the belt at him. “Now get over here and pull your little slut’s jeans and panties down.”
Obeying his father he scurried to the bed, reaching for the raised ass clad in denim, tugging at the material to reveal the twin orbs of Kathryn’s perfectly honed buttocks, barely concealed with a pink G-string. He drew that down too, leaving the restraining material midway down her thighs so she couldn’t move, though her mother’s hand in her hair made doubly sure of that.
“And this slutty manager… lift up that skirt so we can get a good look.”
David did as he was told and Sara relished the feeling of the material lifted up and over her buttocks and bunched around her waist, a slave to her domineering guests now. The fresh air assaulted her exposed flesh and the quivering lips of her moistening garden.
“No underwear,” Mr. Franklin mused. “How unprofessional. Ten lashes.”
Crack! Crazy yelped as the narrow band of leather struck her buttocks, relishing in the stinging sensation. The dominant gentleman brought the second strike down across Kathryn’s bare buttocks and she squealed in pain. He alternated between them, leather against skin, the sound echoing around the room.
“Do you like this?”
“No, Mr. Franklin,” Kathryn pleaded, seething through gritted teeth more with each subsequent lash, tears prickling in her eyes. Her mother pulled harder on her hair.
“How about you?” he asked Sara, whipping her shuddering bum with forceful strokes, each one making her cry out with wonderful agony.
“Use me, Mr. Franklin, lash me senseless.”
“See,” Kathryn’s mother said to her daughter.
“A good little slut. You’re going to fuck David, you should at least
learn to do it right.”