"Good little girls don't let people walk into their rooms when they don't have a shirt on do they? You have to be punished for this or you will turn into a bad little slut."Good little girls don't let people walk into their rooms when they don't have a shirt on do they? You have to be punished for this or you will turn into a bad little slut. I think I should show you why good little girls keep their shirts on." I walked over to him and roughly pinched one of his nipples. The feel of his thin, old skin revolted me. I reached behind him and grabbed a short riding crop that was amongst the goodies that he had spread out on the top of his dresser. I hit him sharply across the chest. Three hard, fast blows were enogh to get him wimpering. "Please, stop! I'll be a good little girl, I promise." "Shut up you little slut, I will decide when to stop. You are bad, and very stupid, I know whats best for stupid little sluts like you." His erection strained the pink fabric and I could see that he was becoming more and more excited. This had a strange effect on me. I thought back to why I was there, I remembered the reason he was now getting his chest whipped and I grew furious. I hit him harder and harder until thin lines of blood were visible all over his old, ugly chest. He was starting to look pretty scared and i was afraid he would call it off so I stopped. |