Gimp Teaching Part 2

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One of the the rules that Tormentor gave to me was that I am not allowed to wear any outfit while in the house. Unfortunately for me, he luvs to run the air conditioning highly cold in the evenings. Tonight, Tormentor is engrosed in a fresh book, and I am embarking to sense hungry, but I can't grizzly to think how cold it is in there right now. Since Tormentor is distracted, I think I can get away with dressed in my robe just to super-fucking-hot up for several minutes. I should have known he would end up looking for a snack as well, it had been a while since we both last slurped a meal. I attempt to explain, but it is blatant I moneyless one of the most significant rules Tormentor put in place for me. I already know what this means, time to be punished. He trusses my mitts with rope above my head. I know when he does this the penalty will be especially bad. He embarks out by slapping me firm with the paddle. I cringe in pain. He is not holding back in the least bit right from the start. I can't help but budge and leap around from the nibbling pain. Tormentor tells me to linger in place, but it's so firm not to move. I attempt the hottest that I can. I think for a moment that since he is slapping me so hard, perhaps that will be the whole of my penalty tonight. Then he mentions he got a fresh plaything for me today, he didn't hope to get to use it so soon. He pulls out a lengthy riding lash and spanks my nip with it, which supplies the most torturous anguish my puffies have ever experienced. The fact that I have to endure Ten on each seems impossible. I could possibly even sink into a faint from how agonizing it is! I will certainly NOT be dressed in anymore clothes in the mansion after this punishment!