a punana; 80 lashes

Sir David ordered a punana to give itself 80 strokes on its ass with a belt and then report back to The Circle.

Sirs,

So the time arrived; all week punana has been anticipating this moment with trepidation, and some excitement. Husband went out for the evening with some of His friends.

As soon as He left home, punana went up to the bedroom and stripped. it lay the belt on the bed and lay down, kicking its legs in the air and back over its head. it had tied some cords to the bed with simple loops on the free ends and now it slipped the loops over each ankle; easy to get out of but adding a little authenticity.

The moment had arrived. punana picked up the belt, wrapped it around its hand and, taking a deep breath, swung the belt. It landed with a sharp sting on its ass and a satisfying crack.

it swung the belt quickly again and again, eager to get to the 20 it is used to giving itself. 20 came and its ass was stinging a little and the flesh was reddening. punana continued, wanting, now, to take as many as it could without stopping.

In fact, it got to 43 before it needed to stop; past half way, but its ass was now red and tender and, although no tears fell, its eyes were tearing up.

In the break, punana tried to hand slap its cunt but this was unsuccessful. punana wondered about trying something like a kitchen spatula next time. So it continued to swing the belt; each stroke now making it wince and gasp. This time it made it to 68 before it had to pause again.

Although each stroke now stung, it knew it had nearly made it and it wanted so much to please You, Sirs. With one last effort it made to 80 and it laid down the belt with a sigh of satisfaction. it rested for a moment before releasing its ankles and lying flat. it wanted so much to slip its hand between its legs and finger its cunt, which was very wet.

Instead, it stood and put away the belt and the cords. Then it examined its ass in the mirror; very red – it would have to be careful to keep its ass covered tonight. Then it showered, went downstairs and kept busy with schoolwork until bedtime.

When Husband came home, He had had quite a bit to drink and was soon asleep. punana had trouble getting to sleep, its mind still active, thinking about the evening.

Next morning both the redness and the tenderness of its ass had faded, but not the memory…    

punana

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