Femdom. BDSM. Spanking. Summer rods for Marek - стр. 5
The girls began to whisper about something, then Irenka laughed out loudly. At that moment, Marek hated her.
"Apologize!" reminded Pani Felicia.
With one hand Gracia grabbed Marek by the hair on the top of his head and forced him to raise his head. Marek saw the girls standing by the bench. The pannochkies were watching the punishment with interest and excitement. Lyudmila's thick black eyebrows were raised in a surprise and she was breathing excitedly and biting her lower lip. And Irenka looked at Marek with a mocking smile.
"I'm sorry," Marek whispered… sorry for spying on you.... I'll never do it again…"
His voice was trembling and choking. The young man's buttocks were covered with purple blisters from nettle burns. "Don't cry, "Marek told himself, "don't cry! Don't let them see you crying!"
The aunt lashed the young man with nettles on his thighs, back, and under his knees. Marek mumbled and squirmed his stomach the bench, but he didn't cry…
In the evening the young man lay on a bed in his outhouse under a thin sheet. Marek tried not to scratch the blisters. His buttocks, legs and back were on fire. The torture had been going on for several hours.
Marek fell into a restless sleep and did not hear Aunt Felicia enter the room. His aunt was standing by his bed with a small jar in her hands. Marek lay on his stomach completely naked because the touch of clothes to the burned areas was very painful.
Pani Felicia threw back the sheet.
"Does it itch awfully, darling? How can you stand it?" she asked Marek with a smile.
"It itches and burns," the boy complained.
"Well, I think you have been punished enough," said Pani Felicia.
The aunt opened the jar and put the cap on the table bedside. The woman sat down on the couch and began to apply lightly the ointment to Marek's burning buttocks. Then Pani Felicia scooped up some more fragrant ointment and treated the young man's lower back and thighs. The pain and burning began to subside.
"Thank you, thank you so much," Marek said and burst into tears.
CHAPTER THREE
Katarzhina was thin funny and simpering girl with bright blue eyes. When she smiled two dimples appeared on her cheeks. That day pannochka was wearing a colorful short sundress and sandals. Her long slender legs were tanned, and there were scratches on her knees. Marek and Katarzhina were walking in the woods near the dacha village.
Pannochka stopped every time when she came across a wild strawberry bent down and picked it. Katarzhina's lips were smeared with strawberries. The young man was not picking strawberries but was looking at Katarzhina holding his breath. The sun shone through her hair. There was a merry ringing in Marek's head. Pannochka was saying something to him but the young man did not hear a word. Marek stared into her laughing blue eyes, and then couldn't resist bent down and quickly kissed Katarzhina on her strawberry-smeared lips. Pannochka did not push him away and the kiss lasted for a few moments, which seemed to Marek an eternity.
"Well, well, that's enough," Katarzhina said softly and got to her feet.
"Katarzhina, I'm crazy about you!"
Pannochka laughed and went on along the path. The sun shone through her sundress. Marek forced himself to his feet.