Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions-Chapter 2

She moved her body, but was unable to escape his molesting hands and fingers as they played freely over her naked breasts. When his hands moved down her sides, she shifted her hips in the chair, hoping to escape the roaming hands, not even caring about the pain in her butt cheeks as the tender skin chaffed on the hard chair.

“I can fix that, Melissa,” his hand finding another leather strap, this time a fat, three inch strap that he secured around Melissa, sitting up high on her hips, pinning her to the back of the chair.

“Why, what are you going to do, Uncle Bill, please, please untie me? I don’t like it,” she begged.

His hand returned to her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. “Shhh, we’re not finished with your punishment yet, Melissa.”

“You’re not going to spank me again, no, don’t do that.” She was confused, he could not get to her butt in the position he had her in. She had a bad feeling, a feeling of impending doom.

His hands returned to her breasts, loving the feeling as he molded them with his hands, his fingers plucking at her nipples, snapping at the hardening buds. “Why your breasts, of course, Melissa, I’m going to punish your breasts,” smiling as he continued to fondle her tits.

The shocked look came first, then the incoherent babbling as she tried to fathom what he had said. He couldn’t mean her breasts. They are so sensitive, who would be so evil to think of punishing a women’s breasts. “Whatttt, do you mean, my breasts? You wouldn’t Uncle Bill,” she exclaimed.

“That is exactly what I mean. I will begin with some slapping of your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. Then I will stretch them up by your nipples and take a riding crop and whip them from top to bottom. I will enjoy when I hit your areolas and your nipples. That is why you are tied so securely. I don’t want you to be able to escape the whip.”

His hands moved up to her face again, pushing her head back against the back of the chair, suddenly finding another strap which he secured around her forehead, not allowing her to see what he would do to her breasts, her eyes situated only forward. She felt the slap first, then the pain as his open hand slapped her breast upward, making the small tit dance up, jiggling as the sting registered in her brain. “OOOWWW,” unable to comprehend this evil punishment. She did not have to wait long before she felt his hand return, this time hitting her other breast, feeling the firm globe bounce around, her nipple taking the brunt of the slap. “OOOOWWW,” she cried out again, her breasts still moving up and down.

“I told you I loved small tits, Melissa. I love to spank them and whip them. So firm, the whip will bite into them so painfully, not much flesh to absorb the blow.” His hand returned to slapping her tits, making them bounce back and forth, the firm, young breasts bouncing around, not even stopping before he returned to slap them again. He could see them turning red, the nipples swollen, her moans of pain growing louder.

She could not believe the pain he was inflicting on her young body. Her breasts were rocked with pain, a burning pain emanating from her nipples. They seemed to be swollen to twice their size, making them easier targets. Suddenly he stopped, his hands returning to caress her globes again, his hands cradling the pain racked flesh, his fingers flicking across the swollen nipples. She felt his fingers playing with one of her nipples, twisting and turning it painfully. Suddenly she felt something touch it and tighten on. She groaned in pain, as it squeezed the hard nipple tighter, cutting into the tender flesh. The same happened to the other, first the fingers, then the pain. 

Her eyes staring straight ahead first caught a glimpse of it as Uncle Bill pulled it in front of her face before it went out of her eye sight, moving above her. It was a string, then two, pulled tightly in front of her. He must have attached the strings to her nipples.

“Yes, I have tied the strings to your nipples. Very tight, they will not pull off.” He slowly began to pull the two strings, Melissa eyes widening in pain and fear as she felt her nipples being pulled from her body, the straps keeping her pinned to the chair, her nipples stretching painfully. They were pulled almost two inches long, the tiny nipples turning white as the blood was pushed from them.

“GGGODDDD, that hurts, how can you do that to a girls nipples, please, no more,” she begged as she sobbed in pain, tears running down her pretty face, her mouth grimacing in pain.

“A little more, Melissa, then I will begin to whip your breasts,” showing her the riding crop he would use on her small breasts.

“No, not that, please, no,” she begged the intense pain returning to her nipples as he pulled the string tighter. He stopped, feeling the fumbling, knowing that he was tying the string to something, the strain on her nipples continuing.

Uncle Bill pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it as he looked down at Melissa. Naked from the waist up, her arms stretched up into the air, bound tightly in two places to the back of the chair, thrusting her tits out. And her tits, her nipples encircled by the tight string and pulled up to the top of the chair, the nipples over two inches long, stretching her breasts out and up. He rubbed the whip on the underside of her breast, feeling her body jump in response.

She heard the sound of the whip hitting, the splat as the leather riding crop hit her tender underside of her right breast. It took long seconds before the pain reached her brain. Then she screamed, “AAAAAGGGGHHH,” never feeling such intense pain before. Her chest heaved up and down, her breathing ragged, pulling harder on her swollen and stretched nipples.

Uncle Bill could not wait, the whip slashing out on the unprotected underside of her other breast, her scream making his cock jerk in pleasure. Her body was held tightly, unable to stop the abuse of her body. He slashed the whip back and forth, moving closer to her stretched nipples each time. Her loudest scream came when the whip lashed at her areola and pulled on her stretched nipple. 

The pain was intense, feeling like he was separating her nipple from her body. Tears were flowing from her eyes, her sobbing and crying unable to block out the sound of the leather punishing her young, tit flesh. Her body shuddered each time the crop bit into her tender flesh, the sound ringing out in the room, followed by her scream, her voice already hoarse.

Her mother was on her fourth drink, having found an adequate male to buy her drinks and dance with her. His hands often lingered to long where it shouldn’t but she grew up accepting the male domination of her body. She remembered Melissa and what she was doing, but the man next to her pulled her from the seat to dance, holding her close, his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Melissa was soon forgotten as her pussy began to get wet.

Uncle Bill stroked his cock as he looked down at her breasts, now criss-crossed with red marks, the whip taking a toll on her white flesh. Her nipples were dark red, swollen from the whip and the tight bondage of the string. He moved his hands down, encircling her breasts with his hands, feeling her flinch from the pain of having her whipped breasts touched.

“No more, Uncle Bill, please no more, they hurt too much.”

He began to pull the string from the top of the chair, her breasts falling back down, the nipples still trapped. “Do you want the string off?”

“Oh, yes, yes, they hurt so much. I can just barely feel them.” She cried.

He yanked on the strings, pulling them painfully from her nipples, abrading the nipple flesh as they tore off.