How she wanted him! How she needed him! being so close so very close, Peter made her wild of desire, burning in heat.
And Anita did perform that ass dance of her life that night. Her shrilly scream of pure sexual desire and joy when Peter finally entered her from behind echoed in the room and caused Mrs Brunell to raise an eyebrow as she happened to pass the bedroom door.
Two hours later they laid on Peters bed, both naked, satisfied and happy. Anita’s head resting on Peters chest, her beautiful corn colored hair all spread out, her hand caressing the skin of his belly, moving her fingers slowly further down to his softened cock. Rolling his member between her fingers Peters manhood regained some signs of resurrection, just enough for her to move her head towards it.
Anita closed her red, hot lips around his penis, taking it wholly into the wetness of her mouth. She could feel it growing slowly, filling her. Letting it our, her nails caressed the sensitive nerves of his organ until it erected almost into full size. Changing her position and pushing gently Peters thighs far apart, she lowered her face and took the swelling cock into her mouth…
Peter had just given her three wonderful orgasm, and she wanted to give him at least a second one. And she did. She did not let him go even when his hot sperm shot into her mouth, she swallowed it all and continued to suck him until the very last drop. That was the way Anita had learned to do it in the House of Correction…the pimple faced clerk boy being her first teacher…
“Hazel !”, Anita said one and a half hour later, just waking suddenly up. It was half past three in the morning.
“Mmmm…what?” Peter asked, half asleep.
“We forgot about Hazel she is still up there, is she?”
“That’s right…Anita, just tell Mrs Brunell to take her down, we deal with her tomorrow, I’m too tired now
Hazel Devons buttocks quivered uncontrollably when the door was opened. She was crying. She had had a lot of time to think about what they would do to her. She had also pissed, trying at first not to embarrass herself in this way too, but after three hours of agonizing trying it just happened. The evidence was visible on the floor. Not a very suitable thing to happen to a Lady of Quality.
“What a mess I’ll take you down now…they didn’t have time to deal with you tonight, but tomorrow night they will whip the arrogance out of you, believe me”, Mrs Brunell said.
Hazels sobbing cries shifted suddenly to a hysterical laughter when she dressed herself.
“Before we go you clean up that mess of yours! Mrs.Brunell said while she was opening the heavy door to the adjoining prison chamber where Hazel would spend the next two months…
The next evening the two stable hands had stripped her again and attached her nude to the whipping post. This time both Peter and Anita came to see their flush faced prisoner. Anita had a swishy whip in her hand. Hazel clinged herself against the post in utter humiliation.
This was the very first time Peter had seen her naked.

“Nice tits…” the boy grinned as he started to unbutton her dress slowly, clearly enjoying himself. Anita’s ears burned red hot and she turned her face away, breathing heavily through her nostrils when her dress was drawn aside in the front and her young, firm breasts with the erecting pink nipples was bared, quivering unprotected in the cold air of the punishment room.
The pimple faced boy licked his lips and his grin widened as he continued to unlace the garments of the young, beautiful girl held in front of him…
Miss Hazel Devon was quite satisfied and lifted her glass with a double portion of sherry with a diabolic look in her eyes.
“Now that little bitch will get what she deserves. I have heard that women prisoners in the House of Correction who are sentenced there on a prostitution charge are flogged in a manner that will keep them from the streets for weeks…it must certainly be a dreadful place!” “I am pleased to hear that you appreciate my services, Miss Devon”, said the lawyer, “and as far as I know, Miss Fohlstrom will not be spared any punishments, because the charge w a s prostitution the plan worked perfectly”.
Hazel Devon giggled, visibly effected by the wine and sherry she had been enjoying.
“Is it true that they whip whores…directly on…their…source of income, so to speak?” she asked, still giggling and sipping more sherry from her glass.
“Yes.”
“How awful and it must be very embarrassing heh heh heh glp rr.rrr!”
“Miss Devon, perhaps you’ll better leave the wine now and go to bed…it is quite late”, the lawyer said, anxious to stop the conversation. From his previous experiences Hazel could suddenly get the most crazy ideas when she was drunk, and he felt a strong need to stop whatever could happen before the situation ran out of hands.
“To bed?…All alone?” Hazel pouted her lip and tried to look charming, imitating and attractive. In her condition all men started to look interesting, presenting objects to be conquered.
“Yes, Miss Devon alone it really is for the best”…
“Eeeee oooo noo not there!…Mercy!…I am no whore!” Anita screamed as the unbearable sting of the small leather thong made her plunge within her bonds in her furious attempts to escape the next lash.
The flesh of her inner thighs trembling violently and her breasts bouncing madly in all directions while her uncontrolled screams echoed within the walls of the sparely furnished room. Her entire body was sweating and the white flesh writhed glowing in the bright gaslights of the punishment chamber as the small drops of sweat plunged out of the pores of her skin.
Zzzzipp!…
“Eeeeeooooo oh noo…please not any more not like this …hoooo.ooo Mercy!” Anita Fohlstrom was whipped on her pussy by the pimple faced clerk boy, fastened to the punishment block in a manner that had made many harlots blush of shame. She was bent backwards over the padded round bock, her hips and naked cunt held shamelessly high above the floor. Her legs were drawn as far apart as the fastenings allowed, and her wrists were secured on the other side of the block. The wide spread of the thighs had opened her pussylips wide, displaying her young female genitals in a most crude manner. Her rosy pussylips were slightly swollen and the clitoris plunged out hard and shiny in the middle of the moist, pink flesh of her female sex organ.
Zzzzzipp!
The single leather thong had whined down again and stung Anita to the very core of her being, biting into the moist, tender flesh between her legs. She had seen the lash coming and the muscles in her widely spread thighs had immediately started to tremble vigorously, but the restraints were tight and there was no escape.