Womanhood for Jenny Chapter 2

Pulling the tit rope tighter yet, He used the cane directly on her pulsing 'cunt.' From jenny's shrieks and hobbling steps inching forward to escape the awful pain, it must really hurt, He thought, I've got to remember this one. Master Charles let her continue her journey of agony, but subtly guided her back to the exam table until her head and shoulders could rest on the edge. Then, dropping the cane, He pulled even harder on the clamp rope. Jenny's shsriek filled the room and caused her anus to push open toward His engorged cock poised to impale it. Her abused 'cunt' was so grateful the caning was over that she accommodated His cock with nary a sound. As she adjusted to the pain from her nipples, jenny began rocking her hips back to meet His powerful lunges. Barnyard squeals telegraphed her rising excitement.\

Reaching His final peak, Charles leaned in full depth, gripped her hips, and exploded with a groan. Although she willed her reamed and beaten sphincter to tighten and milk Master's cock, the used muscles were beyond responding. Tears of frustration mixed with those of pain as jenny realized she had been a 'limp dish-rag' fuck, not promising for an aspiring bride, not promising at all.
Charles staggered over to a chair and collapsed. Humiliation and disappointment kept jenny in position until her sobbing ended. Hobbling over to kneel at Master's feet, she resolved to beg Him for strict 'cunt training' before the wedding.

Unclamping her nipples, Master Charles began detailing just such a training program for her. Jenny smiled inwardly and out. This man was her perfect Master and husband. She was a very lucky slut indeed.