Free Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page B

would
help.”
    Yuri snapped his fingers and barked out a command. A moment
later a couple of his goons took hold of the girl and forced her to
lie over David’s knee - her naked cunt positioned directly over
David’s rampant erection, which was throbbing inside his shabby
trousers. They attached a rope around her wrists, binding her
tightly; then fed this under David Flashman’s chair to link to her
ankles which were tethered as well. She would have no option but to
lie and take her punishment and David would feel every blow,
deliciously transferred from body to body - her tortured pain
converted into his sensuous bliss.
    “Now, please proceed, Dimitri. Punish the stupid girl. And for
the benefit of our guest, and the education of this wretch, please
tell us about each implement you use. And Mr. Flashman, please feel
free to take part. Test out the heat of the wench’s buttocks – and
give her a slap if you think it might assist in teaching her the
errors of her ways.”
    David Flashman was very happy to help out and needed no
further invitation. He stroked the girl’s buttocks which were
covered in goose pimples. She was still shivering from the icy
water. It was a state that was about to change!
    “I am starting with a ping-pong paddle, Mr. Flashman,”
announced Dimitri as he picked up his first instrument of
correction and waved in it the air. “It is made out of leather and
named as such because it is shaped a bit like a table tennis bat.
The large surface area is rather unusual, spreading the pain of the
blow, but dispersing and diluting the effect as well.”
    With that Dimitri delivered two strokes in quick succession,
one to each of the girl’s lovely light brown ass cheeks. She let
out a yelp with each delivered blow, raising her groin from David’s
lap then plunging down on him again, grinding into his cock.
Dimitri then repeated the process two more times, swatting the
girl’s ass cheeks first left then right, turning them a glowing
reddish-brown.
    Six strokes in total, David Flashman was impressed – ‘six of
the best’ - very English public school. Dimitri Karinov would go
far with such style, and even further with such an
uncle!
    Dimitri backed off to select his next tool, and David Flashman
played his part in the test by stroking the saucy young minx’s ass,
measuring the heat that he found. Then Dimitri was back,
brandishing yet another weapon.
    “This is a college paddle, Mr. Flashman. As you can see, it is
made from wood rather than leather. It’s smooth and doesn’t flex
like the leather paddle. I am assured that the name comes from
America - that once detested enemy of our people, who are now
adored almost as much as the British.”
    David Flashman gave a nod at the compliment and allowed the
young man to continue with his lecture which David was finding most
educational.
    “Apparently this type of paddle was used on the college
cheerleaders to discipline them if they couldn’t swing their
pompoms properly. Those Americans are not so different from we East
Europeans – we used similar techniques to train our female
gymnasts. I was heartbroken when the method was
abolished.”
    Then Dimitri brought the paddle crashing down on the girl’s
ass, a single blow covering both buttocks. David felt it himself,
she was crushed into his lap and she screamed out in utter agony.
David looked down at her ass - bruising was appearing, disguised by
her dusky coloured skin, but a thick blue welt was clearly
forming.
    Dimitri added another stroke in the same place then hit her
again on the top of her legs before returning to her ass for a
final blow. The girl screamed throughout her torture and bounced up
and down on David’s lap in a futile attempt to escape.
    “I think that was definitely the more telling instrument of
correction,” announced David Flashman as he ran his hand over the
girl’s aching buttocks. They were now scalding hot and a mass of
bruises - and the girl was sobbing, no doubt