1935 VIRGIN DAUGHTER'S MASTURBATION PUNISHMENT

BY ANONYMOUS

Imagine it's 1935. I'm your mommy and catch you masturbating your
little cherry. I'm so angry that I decide a really good
punishment is to spank your pussy. Hopefully this will teach you
a severe lesson.

I pull all your clothes off and tell you to lay down on the
wooden stiff dinner table with no padding, no nothing under you.
You are so fearful of what's going to happen, a little tear runs
down your face. I spread your legs apart, your legs are leaning
over the edge of the table. I use my right leg to hold down your
right leg, and my left hand to hold your other leg down. I waste
no time in getting started.

I quickly give you five quick and punishing slaps on your little
pussy. You're already screaming at the top of your lungs, you
can't believe something could hurt so terribly. You start crying
and screaming and thrashing about. I slap your face really hard,
so hard it leaves a crimson mark. I wait about a minute, then
give you ten less painful, but still hurtful blows. You can't
believe how much pain this is causing your tender flesh. Your
cherry is really beginning to look like an actual cherry. I pour
some cool water on your crotch, and wait another minute for it to
cool down. Streaks of teary streams are forming on your face. I
spank your tenderized flesh thirty times this time, each time you
start screaming louder and more frantically. By now you are
sweating because of your heavy breathing from trying to recover.

I get a hard wooden soup ladle, but don't let you see what I have
in my hand by slapping you on your face again and telling you to
not open your eyes, or your punishment will be much worse.

I spread your legs as before and start giving your little cunt an
almost inhumanly fierce spanking with the ladle. Each whack sends
another jolt of pain quaking through your body. I forget how many
times I whip you, I've gotten so into it. About fifteen minutes
of me nonstop thwacking your abused privates pass.

Then your father gets home from working out in the field and
can't believe his eyes. He asks whats going on, and finds out
that his little girl was masturbating. He joins in in the
punishment of your feline organ. He pulls off his leather belt
and your mother gets on top of the table and squats over you
resting her butt on your chest, to allow her to hold your legs up
and apart, leaving your privates completely out in the open and
totally exposed from every angle.

He takes aim, then reaches back, flexes, and brings the belt down
onto your complete private area. It hits every nerve receptor
down there and you start shaking and screaming. Your mother tells
him to do it again but harder and faster and don't stop doing it.
The slashes begin to be so hard that your nervous system is
beginning to numb and ignore any pain signals it gets and you
stop shaking because now you can't feel anything. Your dad see's
this and flexes and starts whipping your pussy as hard as he
possibly can, reigning down the whips about once every three
seconds. After about twenty minutes of this, his arm is getting
tired, so he goes and gets a birching rod. He is strong enough so
he doesn't have to get on top of you even though his arms are
spent right now. He just leans over the table and holds your legs
back. Your mother tears the birching rod through the air and it
hits your special area with such a tremendous amount of force in
such a small amount of surface area that there is a deep welt
showing on your little labia. Your dad spreads those lips apart
and tries to find your miniscule clitoris but he can't because
it's still undeveloped, so she just whacks you right were it's
should be. This springs your nerves back to life and a little
squirt of blood and cum spurts into the air. Then they decide
that by now you've had enough and pour some sugar water on your
damaged privates.

You get a stern warning that next time you'll get a hot iron on
your privates if you ever get caught rubbing your special place
again, and a clitoridectomy.