Her Sinful Punishment

By Anna Austin

 

 

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Mary has always been a good girl. But hunger has made her desperate. Caught stealing, she must face justice.

 

But the town constable has an intriguing proposition. She can go to court and stand trial-or she can take his more personal punishment. His brand of discipline involves pain and humiliation-but also intense pleasure and delights of the most sinful kind...

 

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She felt something leather caress her bottom and fear took hold. It would hurt more than Mr. Miller's palm, Mary was sure of it, especially as her buttocks were sore from the spanking.

 

"Does it hurt very badly?'' Mr. Miller asked and Mary nodded vigorously before finding her voice. "Yes, sir.''

 

"Bring your right hand to your clit.''

 

The command took Mary completely by surprise, but she complied.

 

"You do not have to count these, but you are to rub and tease yourself while I flog you, is that clear?''

 

Mary knew that she wouldn't be able to stand it. It had been hard enough to concentrate on thinking and talking when Mr. Miller spanked her, she would not be able to tease herself. "Yes, sir,'' she whispered, barely loud enough to hear, because Mr. Miller was expecting a verbal answer.

 

"Go on, then. Play with yourself,'' he said when Mary kept her hand still, her fingers resting lightly on her clit. Mary took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but even the anticipation of what was to come was too intense. Still, she did not want to push Mr. Miller any further, to disappoint him even more, so she started to rub her clit slowly and carefully.

 

The first strike with the flogger was lighter than Mary had expected. It still stung, but in a completely different way than Mr. Miller's palm had. The pain was sharper, the leather strands felt like pinpricks on her skin. Mary teased herself just hard enough to feel the first little frissons of pleasure.

 

The flogger came down again and again, and Mary lost count quickly, rubbing her clit harder after each lash, trying to counter the pain with pleasure. The more she played with herself, the better it felt, but it also made it harder to keep herself up on one elbow. She was shivering and trembling from the exertion, the pain and the pleasure. It would be too much soon, she wouldn't be able go on.

 

No matter how hard or fast she rubbed, she wasn't able to overcome the pain. It softened the sting a little, but didn't take it away completely, keeping her teetering on the line between those two intense sensations.

 

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"I did not want to believe it when Mrs. Jones told me, you know. I thought she had got it wrong. After all, Mary Bennett is a sweet girl, a polite young lady from a good family; she was not raised to be a thief.'' Mr. Miller spoke at a slow, even pace. Mary dug her fingernails into her palms and bit her lip. She was dangerously close to crying.

 

"I know that the death of your parents has been hard for you. I understand that these must be hard times for you, but I cannot even begin to put into words how disappointed I am in you. I expected so much more from you, Mary.''

 

Mary trembled on her seat. She tucked her chin against her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. Whatever she had imagined Mr. Miller's disappointment would look and sound like earlier, the reality was a hundred times worse.

 

"You should know by now that it is impossible to commit a crime without being caught in a small town such as this. You have disappointed me with your actions and your thoughtlessness.''

 

Mary bit back a sob; she had never felt this bad, she would give anything to make it stop, to get away from Mr. Miller's harsh words.

 

"Now, your punishment. I should send you to court where you will be charged according to the law and your punishment will be decided by the judge. However, I am willing to give you another option.''

 

Mary straightened a bit in surprise. She hadn't even thought about going to court and the prospect seemed daunting. The judge might send her to jail and Mary knew that she wouldn't last a day. She was certain that whatever Mr. Miller had in mind was infinitely better than going to court.

 

"You need to be disciplined for your actions. You need a firm hand.'' Mr. Miller paused and for the first time, Mary dared to look up. She still did not look Mr. Miller in the eye, but she let her gaze fall on his chest in anticipation.

 

 

 

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