April 30th, 2010 | 
Author: Emily's Strange Tale - 3
"What the fuck is this!" Abby screams slapping the girl's face again. "You let that PIG mark you!"
Emily used her hands to cover her face as she cried and begged. "Pleaseee! Abby Pleaseeee! I couldn't help it. He had me so excited that he was doing it before I realized it. Pleaseeee don't be upset. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Not as sorry as you're going to be. Now turn over!" Abby demanded sternly as she pulled at Emily's shoulder.
With Emily laying on her stomach crying into the pillow, Abby quickly reached under the corner of the bed and brought out a leather wrist cuff. The cuff was attached to the corner-post of the massive headboard of the bed. Taking Emily's right arm she pulled the girl's wrist to the cuff locking it. After cuffing the left wrist, she slapped Emily's ass with her open palm ordering her harshly. "Raise up you little nypho slut bitch. I want to put these pillows under you."
Emily used her knees and dutifully obeyed as she again pleaded "Pleassee darling don't. It won't happen again."
Abby stuffed the pillows under the sobbing girl's hips and stomach. Then she went to the foot of the bed where she spread the bound girl's legs wide apart before attaching cuffs to her ankles. She chuckled to herself as she stood and watched Emily clench her buttocks in a vain attempt to make her ass a smaller target.
Reaching down Abby opened a large antique oak trunk, rummaging around inside she pulled out a black razor strap. Letting the trunk lid slam shut she held the leather strip up with both hands.
Emily still crying and begging was peering over her shoulder trying to focus her tear filled eyes on what Abby had in her hands. There were things in that chest that she was deathly afraid to have applied to her body. Some of Abby's punishment and discipline toys could really hurt and do serious damage if applied to harshly. She knew Abby loved her and would never do anything to damage or permanently scar her. She was always fearful of being disfigure while being whipped, she couldn't help it. It was something that always flooded her mind just before a session began.
Abby raised the strap up to shoulder height then swung it downward with her right arm, it landed with a loud crack on Emily's right thigh.
Pain exploded inside the girl's head and she screamed out and jerked upward in her bonds.
In a flash Abby was around the bed and had her hand clamped over the girl's mouth. As she continued to struggle Abby calmly ask, "Do I have to gag you?"
Emily frantically shook her head no. She hated gags, especially the one that was shaped like a man's penis. Their toy box only contained two of the
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