His wife and daughters still thought they were on their way to a New Year’s Eve party on an old country estate. The Maybach purred almost inaudibly, so that the two girls in the back seat were clearly arguing. “Turn the music down!” Isabell hissed. “You can watch your film with headphones!” Denise snapped back at the same volume. “Now be quiet back there, or I’ll turn off the power sockets!” Walter interrupted loudly. The girls had been arguing since they left Bonn. Sophie, his wife, had put on her headphones right at the start of the journey and was wearing her sleeping mask. A clear sign that she did not want to get involved in any discussions.
After the girls had laughed at him once for threatening to turn off the power, a central switch for all electrical devices was installed in the back of the car at the next opportunity. So his threat worked this time and gave him some peace, at least for a while. Peace that made him think again about whether he was really doing the right thing. Raising children was something that neither he nor his wife had mastered. The attempt to put the children in a boarding school had failed miserably. The two girls had been so spoiled from an early age that they now rebelled against any restriction of their freedom using every means at their disposal. The boarding school sent the children back after two weeks. Sophie, who had been used to having her every wish fulfilled since her childhood, saw nothing wrong with this.
For years she had lived the life of a bored wife from the best circles, attended charity raffles and coffee parties and only interacted with her family when it was absolutely necessary. She was all the more astonished when her husband had insisted yesterday that they all go to the New Year’s Eve party together. Neither the screaming of Denise, who wanted to meet up with her friends, all of whom were just as bored good-for-nothings as she was, nor the crying fit of Isabell, who had been invited to an exclusive party at the house of her current admirer, helped. She had objected rather half-heartedly, but could not give a reason, after all even she had scruples about admitting to her husband that she actually wanted to be with her young lover, in whose arms she could feel like a desirable woman, at least for a short time.
Walter had also considered going to his girlfriend. He hadn’t slept with Sophie for years. But sex with his young playmates hadn’t satisfied him for a long time. The feelings they had for him were too obvious. Career, power and money, that was what they wanted from him and that was exactly what they were prepared to use their young bodies for. Security, love and affection – these were feelings he hadn’t felt for a long time. As if it had just happened, he could still remember a scene in his office. When he involuntarily witnessed a family argument that disgusted him as much as it excited him. A factory worker had caught his stepdaughter, who also worked for him, stealing.
He immediately reported the theft to the foreman, who, in accordance with the statutes, immediately fired the young lady, who was probably just 18 years old. Her father took her by the hand and asked his secretary to arrange an appointment. Since he always looked after his employees’ needs, he gave them an appointment. But on that day he wasn’t available until 6 p.m., long after work. Nevertheless, the two of them were sitting in silence outside his office when he returned from his business meeting. The girl sat silently with her head bowed next to her father. “Come in, Mr. Steibel,” he politely invited his employee, who had been working at the factory longer than he had and had never done anything wrong, into his office. “What can I do for you?”
“My stepdaughter made a mistake today,” he began, visibly embarrassed. “I heard about it, she stole and was given notice without notice because of it! I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for her now,” Walter answered without hesitation, after all he had already thought of something similar. “But we reported the theft ourselves, returned the stolen gloves, and my stepdaughter regrets what she did, has realized her mistake, and is prepared to accept the punishment,” Mr Steibel answered in a quiet but firm voice. “That’s why we decided not to file a criminal complaint,” Walter pointed out, although he knew that he preferred to deal with such personal matters quietly and without too much public interest. “My stepdaughter urgently needs a job.
And no matter what their decision is, they shall see that she receives the punishment that a thief deserves!” With these words he stood up, pulled his stepdaughter to her feet and stood her against the wall. Before Walter could stop him, he had ripped the flowered dress from the girl’s body with a jerk. At the sight of the girl trembling with fear and sobbing quietly, Walter’s throat went dry. Indignantly, he wanted to put a stop to what was happening, but at the same time he could not take his eyes off the naked girl’s body, which was completely defenseless. The father pulled a whip out of his work bag. This whip had a widened end so that the girl’s tender flesh would not be disfigured. He stood next to the trembling figure so that he did not block Walter’s view of the punishment.
The tension seemed to build unbearably before the first blow. The father grabbed his stepdaughter’s body by the pelvic bones and positioned her in front of the wall so that she had to assume a bent position. She supported herself with her arms, her hairless armpits underlining her vulnerability. He then lightly stroked the whip over the curves of her small, firm bottom. Walter swallowed dryly and felt his cock throbbing in his pants. He could clearly see the stiff nipples on her small, firm breasts. The whip now stroked the inside of her thighs and with two short, quick strokes he forced her to spread her legs slightly. “Haunches up!” he ordered her roughly. The girl immediately pushed her bottom upwards, presenting her wonderful backside to Walter.
It seemed to take forever before Mr. Steibel was ready to deliver the liberating first blow. When he let the whip fly through the air with a sharp whistling sound, not only did the girl flinch, Walter also visibly jerked. He had clearly noticed how the little girl clenched her unprotected anus. Then came the liberating first blow. Not particularly hard, just strong enough to make the skin beneath it redden. But it was followed by further well-placed strokes, which became increasingly more intense. Again and again Mr. Streibel interrupted his punishment to correct the girl’s position: “Haunches up,” he called out again and again. Walter had to admit that he enjoyed the spectacle. His eyes flashed traitorously when the girl’s tender, now strongly reddened ass twitched in anticipation of a blow and immediately obeyed the command “Haunches up.”
The little girl was brave. Although tears ran down her cheeks, she did not scream loudly when she was hit, but only let out a muffled moan. “Turn around!”, the father’s command came as a surprise to Walter. What did he want to do with the girl now? He had long been so aroused that he would have even paid to be allowed to continue watching the frivolous spectacle. “Over the table!”, urged on by the coarse voice, the girl lay on her back across the tidy desk. Her tear-drenched, red face was now close enough to touch. He could clearly see the dark red nipples on the firm girl’s breasts, wet with sweat from pain and excitement. His gaze slid further, over the flat stomach to the cleanly shaven and almost obscenely protruding pubic area. Again the rod went between her thighs and drove them apart.
The sight of the rosy slit almost drove Walter mad. “Should her pussy be punished too?” The question was directed at him. He almost wanted to shout out: “Yes, hit her on her girly cunt so she writhes under the blows!” But he said out loud, as best as he could with his dry throat: “No, I think she’s had enough.” “Good, she’s received her punishment from me. From now on I will never mention the theft again. I’ll wait outside until she apologizes to you.” With these words Mr. Streibel left the room and left the stunned Walter alone with the girl lying naked on the desk in front of him. “I’m sorry for stealing the gloves, I regret it and want to make it up to you,” the girl’s words, uttered between sobs.
He was moved by the fact that it was still seductively spread out on his desk in front of him and within reach, making no attempt at all to get up. “Don’t you want to get up?” he croaked through a throat that was dry with excitement. “But I want to relieve the tension first, after all, it’s my fault too!” These innocently uttered words broke down his last barriers. Walter walked around the desk and, without saying another word, stood between her slightly open legs. Slowly, without rushing and without taking his eyes off her tear-stained face, he opened his pants. His cock almost sprang out by itself. “Half up!” the little girl immediately followed his instructions, lifting her little ass and stretching her small, juicy, rosy slit towards him. With one thrust he drove into her.
Just as she had just been under her father’s blows, she was now writhing and moaning under the thrusts of his loins. His orgasm, which he released into her moments later, was more violent than he had ever experienced. She too twitched and trembled under him. Slowly he pulled his cock out of her tight pussy, which lay before him, wet with slime and his juice. She bent over, got up from the desk and knelt naked and sweaty in front of him. Without hesitation, she took his flaccid penis with her delicate, slender girlish hands and guided it into her small, soft mouth. In an instant it swelled back to its old size and she blew on it as if she wanted to coax the most beautiful sounds from a mysterious instrument. Inspired by the massage and the images of the punishment, moments later he squirted his semen into her throat.
“Unfortunately, I can’t re-employ you in the factory. I can’t undermine my own rules, but you can come to us on Monday as a maid. We’ll talk about your salary later!” Walter wasn’t sure if he wanted to do himself or the girl a favor. “Thank you! Would you please put cream on my ass?” She pulled a tube of ointment out of her handbag and held it out to him pleadingly. He couldn’t help himself, opened the tube and put a large strand on his hand. She had bent over on the desk in front of him and was now holding out her battered and reddened bottom to him. Tenderly and carefully he spread the cooling ointment on the girl’s tight ass. Her restrained moan made his loins throb again.
When she spread her legs slightly again and he saw her asshole lying so temptingly before him, the two words came to his lips again as if by themselves: “Half up!” Again she obeyed immediately and obediently lifted her bottom towards him. He spread some ointment around her anxiously twitching asshole, stuck his ointment finger into her hole and, as she whispered “no!”, which sounded more like an invitation to him, slowly but without stopping, he pushed into her virgin asshole. This time too, she writhed under him, moaning. He thrust ever harder into her little bottom, which, red as it was, stretched out willingly towards him. “Punish me, fuck me, I deserve it!” she moaned from between her pressed lips. He clearly saw the image of the crop that had just performed its wild dance on this girl’s bottom.
For the third time he squirted his hot juice into this girl’s body. Now he pulled out his penis, put it in his pants and sat down on his chair, exhausted and satisfied. The girl curtsied politely, pulled her dress over her naked body, thanked him again (why was a mystery to him) and left his office without saying another word. These images now ran through his head again and made his penis instantly stiff and hard again.