Femdom. Bdsm. Spanking. Summer rods for Marek. Zofia Melnik

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      The maid handed the aunt gloves and a bunch of nettles. She went to the bench and sat on Marek's back so that the young man could not escape during the spanking.

       "You will have to ask the girls to forgive you," the aunt said in a stern voice.

       Marek turned his head and saw Pani Felicia standing by the bench with a bunch of nettles in her hand. His aunt was wearing a blue sundress with white polka dot. The sarafan covered her knees, and the young man could see the smooth full calves of the aunt and her strong ankles. Through the branches of the apple tree the white light of midday shone on Pani Felicia. Frowning and pursing her lips, the aunt made a low gesture with her hand and whipped Marek's buttocks with nettles. The young man gasped. His aunt whipped him again and again. The nettles stung more and more. Marek spun on the bench, wobbling his thin ass, trying to avoid the stinging kisses of nettles. And the aunt whipped him without hurrying.

      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.