The Secret Sins Of Lizzy Barton

An eBook By Lizbeth Dusseau.

"You seem flushed as if you were enjoying your punishment," he observed with some satisfaction. Obviously, the size of her nipples had not escaped his scrutiny.

"No, sir, I am not enjoying this one bit!" she retorted

"Well, we will see, won't we? Unbutton the chemise."

Lizzy flinched. "Oh, but sir!" she looked up again, pleading. On the two prior occasions, she'd been made to shrug off her dress and then bare her ass for chastisement-a far more appealing form of retribution for her crimes, although that was strictly her opinion; Mr. McGreevy had other ideas.

"Don't waste my time!" the man barked

Then don't waste mine! she silently, angrily, bit back.

Thwack!

Before she could return to the task, the cane landed across her chest.

"Oh, please, sir!" she cried, and covered her throbbing breasts.

"Yes, imagine what it will feel like against your bare flesh," he quipped in reply. "Of course, you can defy my orders. But if that's the route you wish to take, I will go to the authorities straightaway..."

"No, no!" she answered back, her fingers flying to obey his command, her heart weeping.

With the chemise wide open, her fair-skinned breasts were exposed, shining like the finest alabaster, except for the soft red line where the cane had hit. With Mr. McGreevy's eyes fixed on her, she winced and turned away.

"Don't be so modest, Lizzy. What a fine pair you have. Now clasp your hands behind your head and let me get a good look." He watched her anguished expression with some glee as she sought to obey. Tears streamed from her eyes as she adjusted her position.

"That's it. Elbows wide! Back arched!"

She breathed with some difficulty, her chest heaving as she presented the man with the treasure he demanded. He wasted no time in getting on with his task, raising his arm and bring it down with terrifying force.

Thwack!

The three sharp cuts ripped across her chest, each one etching a bright red streak across her milky flesh. She swooned, nearly fainting as her body flooded with pain. Her hands dropped down and she hid herself from more blows, only to have the vicious Mr. McGreevy repeatedly pester her with the cane.

"Shrug off the dress," he ordered.

"No, please!" she shuddered in her miserable heap, her breasts still aching from the wounds he'd already inflicted.

Another cut ripped across her back. "I will string you up naked if your defy me again!" he barked. "And then, I'll tell all the world..."

"No! No! Please." Lizzy drew back to her knees, and pulled her

arms from the sleeves, letting both the dress and chemise fall away, exposing her naked torso, front and back.

With the man's confidence redoubling, he strode to Lizzy's back side, and using a quirt this time, began to whip the tongues of fire against the unblemished skin. Shudder after angry shudder suffused her body until she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh god, please no more!" she gasped. At that moment she nearly forgot to suppress her cries lest someone in the shop above hear her pleas.

Wisely, the man ended the painful treatment before she shrieked any louder, and Lizzy tumbled forward, quietly weeping.

For a long time, the shopkeeper stood over her with the quirt dangling from his hand and dragging against the floor.

"If I only had time to do you properly," he mused. "Perhaps that can be arranged soon." He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling it from the bun and running his fingers through the damp locks. "Look at me, sinner."

She raised her head, once again staring at the man's pulsating crotch, although this time, his cock had been freed and the head of it pointed directly at her lips...

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