Speaking more precisely, he was not her own grandfather, but he was his stepbrother. It so happened that the great-grandfather did not return from the war, the great-grandmother then remarried and gave birth to a second late child. Marina’s grandfather left the country in the nineties, and she didn’t even know him. But his brother, her great-uncle, considered her very, very, very dear. He was a widow early, and he didn’t have his own children, which is probably why he hovered at Marina.
Friday classes ended at about three in the afternoon. Several people, including the birthday girl, jumped into the car to Lyokha, and those who did not fit, rushed to the train. Everyone wanted to get away from the bustling city as soon as possible and indulge in merry and jointly eating kebabs in friendly company.
The grandfather lived in the country from early spring to late autumn. His whole life was here - and friends, neighbors, and gamblers, drinking companions, in general, his whole social circle - they were the same regulars of the holiday village. This morning he was waiting for the arrival of Marina with the guests. In the gazebo there was a huge table covered with oilcloth, a brazier and a large pile of firewood were prepared at the entrance ...
Noisy company walked to the glory. Grilled kebabs, chatted, danced ... Time passed quickly, and it was dark after all. Although Marina and her grandfather offered to stay for the night, they all had reasons to either return to the city, or to blow even farther away - many parents lived in neighboring areas and waited for their children for the weekend.
* * *
The morning was rainy, for a long time Marina did not want to wake up at first, and then get out of bed for another half an hour. Only closer to noon, she reluctantly crawled out of bed and went to take a shower. A little exhilarated, yesterday's birthday girl dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, which was on the eve. Clothes smelled strongly of smoke from the brazier, but there was no choice.
Going down to the kitchen, the girl prepared herself a glass of strong instant coffee and went to embrace him around the house to look for his grandfather. Going around the entire first floor and looking out into the courtyard, she did not find it anywhere. It was a long and boring rain that lingered on the street, so he could hardly be somewhere outside the house. Then she went up to the second, but there was no one there either - she looked in, just in case, even in the room where she spent the night.
There remained the last option, which was worth checking out. Marina climbed the steep and uncomfortable stairs leading to the attic and pushed the door with her hand. She immediately flew open, and the assumption was confirmed: the grandfather stood with his back to a single window, there was an easel in front of him, and in his hands - a stub of a simple pencil, which he liked to make his sketches.
- ABOUT! Hello! And I lost you ... - Marina flopped on a sofa, standing along the wall opposite the window.
- Good morning, Marish! How did you sleep?..
- Whew ... Good, but not enough! ..
- Why did you jump up then? - the grandfather was perplexed.
- So noon is nearing! ..
- “But Herman is still out! ...” - they quoted the classics for some reason in chorus, and both burst out laughing.
- You are probably hungry? Come on, ya, eh? ..
- Mmm ... no, I'm still here - just some warm-up coffee ... You, of course, if you want, sing it!
- Yes, I already had breakfast, but I get up early, you know me ...
- Then let's some coffee! ..
- Good deal! You know, before you came in, I also dreamed about coffee!
- Bring you?
- No, no, I'll go do it myself! You have not woken up at all, you will fall down the stairs! - The grandfather, seeing as she, sleepy, literally flowed on the sofa, put a glass of coffee on his stomach.
With these words, my grandfather put a pencil in a tray under the easel, creaked the door and flooded the steep stairs down. Marina was left alone to listen as the rain was banging on the roof and the foliage in the garden was rustling outside the window.
The attic room was not fully residential. The walls, the floor and the ceiling were blackened boards. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling on the wire, but now there was no need for it, because almost all daylight fell on the easel, penetrating the overcast sky through a small window. In addition to the sofa, the furniture here was still a tall double-winged wardrobe with leaning doors, in it the grandfather usually kept an easel and all other accessories for his uncomplicated painting.
He rarely showed Marina his works, and she did not insist. Some of them - mostly landscapes and still lifes - even hung at the bottom in wooden frames. On one was a decanter and apples, on the other a country road and trees along it. She didn’t remember other pictures of her grandfather, and from this she suddenly became interested in her - and what does he draw now, secluded here on this dull day?
After thinking a little, Marina took a sip of coffee, sighed and, depicting a suffering grimace, rose from the sofa. Bypassing the easel, she stood in the place of the artist and began to examine unfinished work without asking.
This time it was not a landscape, not a still life, and not even a full portrait. To my shame, the girl did not know to what genre such a creation should be attributed. The figure depicted the opposite sofa, the one on which she had just sat. Rather, part of the sofa, because he was not the main thing here. On the couch is a girl standing on all fours, completely naked, without shame sticking out the ass to the artist.
Details were not drawn yet, but it was obvious that the girl herself was not the main subject here. The main thing, apparently, was just her butt, since she occupied almost half of the composition. External contours were drawn quite clearly and realistically, but internal ones were not very.
The point between the buttocks, which for some reason immediately shot the eye of any viewer, was not drawn at all. Well already visible was the line extending upwards beyond the boundaries of the back pattern, as well as the outlines of the hips, passing after the bending of the knees to the calves, which went beyond its lower border. At the top left of the paper was some kind of incomprehensible cloud, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be just a trace of the repeated erasures of the pencil with an eraser.
Marina looked at this place above the real sofa, but there was nothing there - only boards. She drank some coffee and continued to admire the masterpiece, which in some strange way puzzled and fascinated her. She did not hear how the grandfather climbed the stairs, and only the creaking of the door announced his return. To rush back to the sofa to take my place and pretend that she did not see anything, could not be done. The artist entered the room with a glass of coffee in his hand and stood between the sofa and the easel.
- Ta-a-a-ak! ... And who allowed to peep ?! - sarcastically grandfather slept grandfather.
- Yes ... I ... I accidentally! - not found what to answer, Marina.
- Come on you ... like?
- Mmm ... Yes, in my opinion, the idea is cool ...
- Cool, but sorry, that is not mine.
- That is how - not yours? And whose?
- One of my customer who would like to remain anonymous.
- Wow! Yes, you write pictures to order?
- Loudly said. These are not pictures, but sketches, and I do not write them, but just draw.
- C'mon you find fault with the words! ... Wait, and you're not kidding, you actually ordered this?
- Well, yes, really. They even promised to pay a little! - With a touch of pride answered grandfather.
- I did not expect, honestly! I thought you were making something for yourself there, and here you are - to order! ... Um! ..
- Oh, come on ... all the same, nothing comes out ... Yes, I forgot already, how everything looks, I'm getting old ...
- Wait, and what are you, this is all myself, from memory, so to speak, draw ?. So you need a model ... - Marina concluded with some intrigue in her voice.
- Well, yes ... come on ...
find them! ... So they also ask for money! - the grandfather stated, blowing on his still hot coffee.
—... and let me pose for you? ... - after a long pause, Marina suggested almost in a whisper.
- YOU?!! Mad, eh, gone? You are my granddaughter! - grandfather almost choked brought from the kitchen drink.
- Why not? What is it immediately crazy? ... Firstly, I'm already an adult, have you forgotten? And secondly - I don’t even suck your granddaughter ...
“Again, you remind me of this ... that I am not your own grandfather ...” the artist was offended.
- Do not be offended ... I just wanted to say that we are our people, but at the same time almost not relatives, and what will happen if I work as a model for you a little on a voluntary basis? No ... I do not like this word ... Ah! Model - here!
- It's out of the question! Stop it !!!
- Well, as you know ... I wanted the best ... I remember and draw myself, then I’ll remember!
Demonstratively frowning, the girl offended went to the exit.
- You ... do not pout at me, Marish ... Just I need nothing to see you naked ... Well, you understand yourself ...
- And who said that I was going to pose naked to you? I can just stand up, as you say, without taking off your jeans. You will look at me, see the outlines and proportions, and there you look - and you will remember something ... from the past ...
- Um ... Wait, but this is a thought! You will be to me, rather, not even a model or model, but just a muse!
- Well, well, let me be your muse! ..
Both stood in the middle of the attic for about a minute, silently took a sip after a sip of the invigorating morning drink and thought about the idea that came to them.
- So, look ... If you get up here, so that your knees are on the sofa seat, and your feet hang down a little ... put your elbows here ...
“Where am I going?”
- Put your head down a bit, then you put your right shoulder into the pillow ...
- No, I did not understand ... Now ... let's try already ...
They set aside their glasses of unfinished coffee on the floor by the door. Marina went to the couch and knelt on it, turned around along the seat and sank down on her elbows.
- Yeah, it's almost good, but now your butt is looking sideways, but you have to look at me.
- How? ... So? ... - the girl, as she could, stood a little diagonally and pushed her ass to the side.
“Well ... already better, but I didn’t imagine it so badly, of course ...
- And you know, I have been so long and not just - I am very uncomfortable.
- How do you suggest?
- I'd rather stand along the seat, but not across ... otherwise I do not fit like that, and so I slide off!
- But then the light from the window will fall wrong!
- What do you want this window? Anyway, there is no sun, better turn on the light ...
Grandfather moved the easel from the window to the center of the room, now being strictly behind the model, and turned on the light. He looked at her blue-jeans-clapped ass and imagined what he would look like without her now.
Marina got comfortable, realizing that in the chosen position she would have to stand for a long time. As far as possible, she spread her knees wider, arched her back and pushed her ass up and back.
- It's all right? - She asked, turning her head to her grandfather, and trying not to move anything more.
- Almost perfect! ... Almost perfect ...
The artist approached her, slightly moved first one leg bent at the knee, then the second. He departed again, approached again, and departed again ...
- So here and wait! Good? - Asked the grandfather and lightly slapped Marina on tight jeans, stretched on the pope, like a drum.
- Oooo ... For what? ... - She asked and playfully wagged her ass.
The grandfather did not answer. He took a pencil and began to rustle them on paper, trying with all his might to imagine what her very young slightly spread apart buns and tender hole between them now look like, the wicked woman surely plays, knowing that he cannot see it through jeans.
For the next seven minutes, against the background of rain pounding on the roof, there was the rustle of pencil pencil on paper, the rustling of an eraser removing unsuccessful strokes. Soon, the shape of the girl's priests in the figure began to take on very realistic outlines, transmitted by skillfully selected shades of gray.
- How is it, it turns out? - asked the model, a little grunting.
- Are you already tired? So fast?..
- No, it's normal ... only on the stomach is very pressing.
- So you unbutton the button on the jeans, then how small?
- Can i? You will not expel me, thinking that I undress in front of you?
- I will not expel. Come on, unbutton and stand straight again!
Marina undid the belt buckle on the jeans and the top button. After that, obediently stood in the same position. In less than a few seconds, the measured sound of rain broke the sound of the sprawling brass lightning of the girl in her fly: “Zzzzzz, zzz ...”. Marina giggled, and grandfather pretended not to hear anything.
“Phew ... No, I can't do that! ...” the grandfather nervously concluded, throwing a pencil into the easel tray with a noise.
“What am I doing wrong now? ...” the girl asked in a guilty voice.
- All you do is ... But this is not a hip! This - damn it knows! Here - admire, and at the same time and you will slightly razomneshsya! ..
Marina, holding, unbuttoned pants, got off the couch and went to the easel. Hips really looked somehow clumsy. Their true form was distorted by dense fabric, and all attempts by the artist to compensate for this only made it worse.
- And you know what, shoot them! - grandfather pointed to jeans.
- Hire-a-ah? ... - Marina asked uncertainly.
- Yes! - Painter said confidently, - you have panties there, I hope?
- E-e-is ...
- That's great! You'll stand in them! This is not for long, do not worry! Come on, come on ... otherwise the fuse will disappear now, and that’s it, I’ll be going to my fist for a week, I know myself!
Marina let down the jeans that were already unbuttoned to the knees, first took out one leg from one leg, then, jumping on one leg, - from the second.
- Throw them right here - and march to the position! - the author of the future masterpiece ordered.
- Well, okay ... - the girl again stood in the same position on the couch.
Narrow cotton panties in green and crimson stripes could hide only the upper part of the priests, stretching the canopy between the buns, and still not showing anyone that between them is hidden. Slightly below this canopy turned into an elastic cheholchik, which carefully enveloped the plump lips of the girl's writing. If you look closely, it was possible to discern where one sponge ends and another begins.
This spectacle is clearly fascinated and inspired by the artist. Without saying a word, he unceremoniously transferred to paper the elegance of the lines of intimate parts of the body of a young girl. The figure already darkened the small hole of the anus, and the contours of both pairs of the labia seemed, and, of course, slender girlish hips played in all its glory. On the buns, the priests even became visible shadows, giving them volume, realism and sensuality.
- Well, that's ... quite another thing! ... - said the contented painter.
- May I see what happened?
- Yeah ... come here ...
Marina got up again from the couch and went to the easel, in which the grandfather still continually struck with a pencil here and there. She was particularly led by the way her grandfather could see the contours of her pussy right through the underpants. When he touched a pencil in this place, adding minor touches, something inside her squeezed from excitement.
- Wow! ... Yes, you do not have eyes, and X-rays! - she exclaimed.
- Um ... Thank you, I consider this a compliment.
- No, really! You're doing great! Admit it - do you often draw this here?
- No, not very often, only when they order ... - the grandfather shy, - but basically I draw objects and nature, purely for the soul.
- Well, and often you order it here? And I wonder who? !!
“I can't tell you that, I promised not to spread it.” I'm sorry ...
- Come on, well ... And here's what will happen?
- Where?
- Right here ... - Marina pointed to the upper left corner of the picture in the very place where there was a little cloud of strokes repeatedly rubbed with an eraser.
- Oh, that's me later, I’ll finish it without you ...
- What will happen here?
- It does not matter.
- Well, tell me, it is interesting to me!
- I will not say it does not concern you. All thanks, my dear, great, you helped me today! Now get dressed and go have breakfast! Rather, have dinner ...
- No, no stories about sex - no! ... Say, say, say, say! ... - Marina defiantly ached and stomped on the floor with her legs, like a naughty girl.
- And here I will not say!
- Then I will not go anywhere! - With these words, Marina wove her arms on her chest, put her legs to shoulder width and turned her head somewhere to the side and up.
Taking advantage of the fact that she is not looking at him now, the artist licked the girl from the bottom up from the knees to the belly. He noticed that the characteristic barely noticeable speck of moisture appeared on her panties just below the clitoris. At this moment, for some reason, the grandfather changed his mind and decided to satisfy the curiosity of his granddaughter.
- Well, well ... I will say ... In this place I tried to draw a belt.
- What other belt? ... Belt ?! And why is there a belt? !! - the girl was taken aback.
- An ordinary leather belt, which pants tighten.
- But ... and here is a belt, is it supposed to hang on the wall above the sofa? - still she did not understand, and continuing to look up and somewhere sideways.
- No, it should not hang on the wall, but ... how to say it ... soar in the air ...
- How is it - soar in the air? - Marina looked at her grandfather again.
- Well, as if just bounced off a bare ass. Do you understand? ..
“I don’t ... I don’t know ...” Marina was agitated from excitement, and her breath got lost, she turned her head to the easel, hoping that her grandfather was playing.
- Well, what is there to understand? This picture, in fact, is called “Spanking”.
- “Spanking”? ... Is it true?
- Yes true.
- And ... how will you draw it?
- I don’t know yet, I have tried six times already - some kind of nonsense is obtained ... But it doesn’t matter anymore - I’ll draw a belt somehow! I will take at least yours, take out my jeans for a while and draw. Do not worry...
- Will my belt be your model too? Wow, cool! - Marina somehow laughed insincerely.
- And if only so! Are you sorry? - The grandfather smiled in response.
- I don’t feel sorry, draw as much as you want ... But ... You yourself said that so far nothing interesting has come out, only paper has almost wiped off holes!
- What are you talking about?
- Yes, to the fact that in this case without a muse you just can not do!
Marina was standing half-dressed in the middle of the attic next to her grandfather and his easel, referring to her newly painted bare ass. The grandfather could not resist and licked the girl's crotch again and could not help but notice how a wet spot spread on the front of her panties.
It was obvious that they both hesitate, but both are madly eager to participate in this very exciting and piquant game called "Whipping." Marina was losing her mind when she imagined herself being punished, and her grandfather was suddenly passionately seized with the desire to spank on her bare ass her shameless granddaughter, who has a pussy right now from such shameful desires.
- Do you suggest I spank you a belt?
- Well ... make-believe, of course ...
- Oh, ooh, ooh ... Actually, you should really give it to your pope!
- What is this for ?!
- And for the fact that, without asking, my sketches began to look - that's what!
- Well, so ... and pour out, what's the matter? - the girl suggested after a pause.
- And I have no belt with me! - began to make excuses grandfather.
- Um ... And if I was? ... - provoked his granddaughter.
- That would have flogged without hesitation!
- Nuuu ... And if I myself gave you a belt for this, you wouldn’t have beat me so much, right? ..
- Well, if I did it myself, I would certainly regret a little bit of your naughty ass ... But I would like to have it all the same, so be sure!
- And how would you do that?
- And here you give a belt - I will show you now!
- And here I will give!
- And here come on!
- And here I will give! ..
Marina seemed to be waiting for this team. She immediately leaned over to her jeans lying on the floor, deliberately turning his backside on his grandfather. Long fumbled in this position, rang buckle and strove, awkward backing back, even closer to him.
Finally, she removed a narrow one-and-a-half centimeter from the denim splines - a black belt made of fine, well-dressed leather. Its inner part looked like suede, and the outer one looked completely smooth, with a distinct pattern on it in the form of large flowers and long leaves. The belt was not at all rough and obviously feminine.
The girl straightened up, holding in her hands a long black well-known piece of her wardrobe, which she now looked at for the first time somehow in a new way. Grandfather stood by and looked at his granddaughter a little haughtily. He stretched out his hand, she looked back at him with a guilty look and obediently handed over her belt.
- Well ... and what stopped? Go already, become! - commanded a strictly grown man.
Marina obeyed. She went to the sofa and stood on it again in the usual position. She was both scared and exciting, and it is interesting to experience what the girl feels when she is torn with a belt over her bare ass. She certainly didn’t let down her panties, although for some reason she really wanted to.
Grandfather slowly approached her from the side and stood at the level of tender ass protruding for punishment. In his hands he had already prepared - folded double - belt. In the right, he clamped the buckle and the free end of the belt, in the left was a leather loop, which was supposed to beat on the pope. The grandfather stretched the belt horizontally over the girl's buttocks and opened his left hand, allowing the loop to fall on them under his own weight.
The cold touch of the leather loop that slid down the buns barely responded with a tickle through the fabric of her panties. Then Marina felt how the coolness of the smooth skin of the belt appeared between the thighs apart and began to rise up their inner sides. Led by a strong male hand with a belt, the leather loop slipped over a wet pussy under the panties and walked along the right bun. While the belt was sliding along takni, there was no distinct sensation, but when his skin touched bare parts of the body, Marina was breathtaking either from tickling or from shame mixed with the fear of pain from punishment.
The man repeated the slip of the leather loop of the belt from the hips to the tailbone a couple of times, tickling the right and the left half of the ass. Then, holding the belt vertically, he began to swing them back and forth, each time allowing the loop to strike the ass in panties. These were not yet slaps - just touches, he seemed to give the opportunity to the belt and the pope to get to know each other.
After that, the male hand unceremoniously picked up the edge of her panties, covering the right half, and pulled the priests inside, exposing her white flesh. A second later, the left edge of the panties turned out to be tucked into Marina in the ass. She did not mind, just listening and waiting. Now panties reminded, rather, thongs and could not protect nude buns from whipping.
Pushing the edges of the panties inside the priests, the grandfather could not help but feel the heat that emanated from the shameless pulsating hole and the flowing slits, which was very close. Being satisfied with such preparation, he took the end of the belt in his right hand, the one that was without a buckle, leaving a free “tongue” about twenty centimeters long, and began to gently shake warm buns with it. A barely noticeable burning sensation on the delicate skin was immediately poured with warmth. Slaps of leather tongue rained chaotically, then to the left, then to the right halves. They flew either from above, then from the sides, then from below, evenly ...
warming girlish buns.
Marina silently took the booty of deserved punishment and felt how she starts to burn like sprinkled pepper. The slaps of the belt imperceptibly became more and more tangible and evenly browned the ass from all sides. The feeling was strange: it was very embarrassing, hot and almost painful, but I didn’t want to stop it. On the contrary, there was a feeling that something was missing.
- Wait ... roll them down! ... - Asked the girl.
- What? - I did not understand the man and stopped slapping her.
Marina was silent, and he slipped the tip of the belt under the underwear fabric tucked inside, caught it from the opposite side and began to drive the belt up and down from the tailbone almost to the genital lips, dabbed places with cool smooth skin of the belt.
- No, not so ... Take hold of the gum and roll them down ... I want the butt to be naked, but somehow through the underwear somehow it’s not the feeling, they are under pressure and they prevent you from concentrating ...
“So I pushed them away, now I was slapped by naked! ..”
- No, lower them a little or better roll up! So that the priest was naked, but my girl remained hidden, understand me?
“But then, I’ll see your bare ass ... Nothing?” - Grandfather lamented, rolling the gum of the panties into a tube all lower.
- The priest can be, I let you ... Look how much fit, even look inside, only my girl, I will not show you, do not be offended!
Now, almost all of Marinin's ass was bare. Twisted around the gum, the fabric with a round bar was located across the very edge of the labia. Drenched cheholchik still obediently wrapped pussy, hiding her beauty from the male gaze. Slightly above this crossbar, between the half-spread buns there was a dark pink girlish anus. Grandfather began to stroke in a circular motion the tips of his fingers already slightly punished ass.
- Eh ... What are you pretty, Marishka! - He said with a sigh and as if he accidentally slipped his middle finger into the hollow of her ass and walked right over her tightly compressed tender hole.
- No! ... - Marina shuddered and leaned forward a little, - give me another belt, spank my ass properly, you promised, I am naughty! ..
- This is yes ... You are shameless and naughty, you must necessarily flog! And certainly on the bare ass!
With these words, the man stopped tickling her ass. He folded the belt again twice, but the length of the loop was cut in half, winding the ends of the belt on his arm. After that, he swung and slapped his granddaughter across the bare zadik.
The ass was as if scalded, the pepper burning sensation penetrated deep under the skin and did not let go for several seconds. Marina shrieked a little and leaned forward. But the grandfather immediately returned it to its original position.
- Come on, wait! ... You will not get away from me! Give your ass here, little mess! ..
And at once two of the same blows burned a girl's tail.
- Oh, oh, oh! ... - Marina almost fell on her stomach, saving her ass from being whipped.
But the man again put it on all fours, grasped both sides tightly, pulled it up and back.
- Koo-uda ?! Well, wait, who say? Stand still and deliver me your ass!
The following four blows with a belt in the ass Marina suffered, not moving away. Either she got into the taste, or her grandfather took pity on the tender booty of a young beauty, and began to smack a little weaker. After the blows, he again tickled her noticeably rosy buns with his fingertips, writing out intricate zigzags on them.
- Hmm ... Look, you have even a strap pattern printed on your pope!
- Like this? What is the pattern?
- Well, there ... flowers ... and here - a leaflet ... - he pressed with his fingertip to the places where the imprint of the three-dimensional pattern from the surface of the belt, which he had thrown at the granddaughter's priest, was visible.
- Ah ... Yes, figs with him ... Let's more! ..
- Still? - the grandfather was surprised, - did you like it?
- Well ... at first it hurt, but how you did the last time - the most it! So you can?
The man, having stopped stroking the girl's ass, wound the belt around his arm again and continued the educational process a quarter of a force. A cold leather loop covered soft buns, alternating between their hot kisses. Marina did not even think of hiding her ass, on the contrary - she substituted her for these moderately biting slaps.
The rain outside the window intensified and drummed on the roof so that it drowned out the sniff of a shameless girl who had been flogged with a bare ass. She bit her finger and closed her eyes, imagining how the artist would then paint on the canvas what she was doing to her now. The tight loop of the belt twisting in the air, which has just painfully stung the tender butt set under the punishment, will look like in the picture. How these blows will be repeated until the naughty girl realizes the whole shame of her wrongdoing.
Ass rang under a skillful whipping. Belt stung painfully and hotly, but already tolerated. The biting sounds of slaps echoed throughout the attic. The noose hardened a little girl's butt from all sides. Marina even learned to guess from which side and in what direction she will fly with a belt on a shameless ass the next second. It was terribly embarrassing, but the pope was hot, but she caught herself on the fact that she was already enjoying these sensations.
Sometimes the belt hit the ass from top to bottom, punishing the left and right halves of her. This led to the fact that the crossbar rolled up on the bottom of the panty slid down a few centimeters. Marina, probably, did not notice this, but the man who had fallen in her butt for a long time considered her almost a half-naked girl.
He decided not to speak to her and secretly from himself admired her tender plump lips, which glittered from the lubricant flowing from the entrance to the pink vagina. When his grandfather once again broke off the whipping and tickled his ass with his fingers, than he introduced the girl into a state close to torpor, he did not hesitate to dive with the tip of the middle finger between the buns and caressed the warm anus of his shameless granddaughter. The hand and stretched to touch the wet flesh of her wet pussy for a second, but he held back so that she did not guess and did not straighten her panties, hiding the bare part of her beautiful crack.
Having poured his granddaughter another batch of hot naked butts, the grandfather finally said:
- Hey, Marish, I think your ass is enough! Well, I promised to regret you, but I flooded myself, consider it in full! ..
- Oh yes ... butt all is already burning straight with fire! But wait a minute ... and shake a little more just with the very tip of the strap, as you did at the very beginning ... lightly, so that the breeze could be felt ...
- Look, you ... - she wanted the breeze ... Well, give your ass here! ... Now I'm feeding her! ..
The man again took the belt almost to the very end, leaving a short leather tongue free and didn’t even slap, but simply tickle her ass with Marina. Sometimes its rounded end edge went along the very bottom of the hollow and cooled the anus. And then in skillful man's hands, he suddenly weighed out easy “slaps” on the pope to the left and to the right.
He stung now, barely, but the tender but toasted whipping gentle priest clearly distinguished the touches of his smooth and suede sides. All this was accompanied by a cool breeze that blew such a sensitive ass now. And he proceeded not so much from the belt itself, as from a breath from the man's lips stretched forward and turned in her direction.
- Well? Maybe even hotter want? - asked the strict grandfather, replacing the slaps on tickling priests.
He was obviously pleased to feel the hot, tender flesh of the flogging of girl's ass with pillows of fingers.
- No, okay ... Probably, enough is enough ...
- That's what ... That's good ... you do not get dressed yet, I instantly - I will get off my aftershave cream, grease your buns. It is good, it will remove the redness, and in it this ... menthol, it seems, will remove the burning sensation.
Returning a couple of minutes with the cream, my grandfather found Marina on the couch, all in the same position - on all fours. That's just the panties on it was not at all. They lay side by side on the floor.
- You know, I can't just stop like this ... I need more ...
- How else? Where are you? ... - asked my grandfather, as he was fascinated by staring at a bare crack of his granddaughter.
- Here you remember, you now have not smacked me, but somehow slapped with the tip of a belt? ..
- Well yes...
“But now also, only weaker, spank my girl on me!” By the way, how is she to you?
- Yes, where is it seen that girls pisch belt spank?
- I want it so ... Otherwise I will go mad! ... Well, please! ..
Marina lifted her head and turned to him, but he did not immediately notice it, because all the time she was glancing her tender, plump lips.
- Well, except lightly ... Okay ... Just tell me right away if I am too ... Well, I need a belt for a pussy ... - A man wailed.
Marina again buried her head in the sofa, spread her knees wider and pushed her ass up, exposing her crack to punishment. The grandfather clamped the end of the belt in his hand, leaving only twelve centimeters, and began to try on how to swing it so that the slaps with a leather tongue fell exactly on the sex lips of the insatiable before the spanking girl.
The first light slap came from below. The belt fell on both lips at once, and its end lashed over the pubis. The second and subsequent ones were the same, but only the pussy itself was flogged, and not the pubis. Marina arched her head under herself to see how her grandfather smacked her naked girl slit with a belt. The burning on the skin of the external genital sponges was barely noticeable and quickly passed, but it was given on a much more sensitive clitoris and internal sponges with quite tolerable dull pain.
The shame of such punishment was even stronger. She understood that her grandfather is now almost point-blank considering her sex gap, which she hid from him, as, indeed, almost from everyone, for so many years. But now she does not just show him her hairless beauty, and not just submissively puts him under a spanking, but she herself asked her to flog her there.
The grandfather, having interrupted the spanking for a while, should now have stroked her granddaughter at the flooded place, but for some reason did not dare to start stroking her pussy. Instead, he again began to stroke her ass and rub the anus with the knuckle of a bent index finger. Marina was disappointed, but asking her grandfather to touch her pussy was too shy.
“You know, I read somewhere that in the old days fathers punished their daughters caught in masturbation in the same way,” he suddenly recalled.
- How? Pisu or something, flogged?
- Well, yes ... they only did it for the whole family.
- And why for all?
- I do not know ... to cause more shame, probably ...
- Strange ... But ... Since you still have me, I already flogged her ... I can ... Well ...
- What is this "Well? ..." - I do not understand the elderly man.
- Well ... Let me continue to slap my ass lightly with the tip of the strap, and I am at this time ... Well ... You see, I really, really want to finish now!
- Do I have to slap you while doing this? You yourself can not? ..
- I can, of course, but ... I’m your shameless girl ... You whipped my ass, whipped the pussy ... And you yourself say that you pissed me for nothing!
- And what?..
- And the fact that you owe me now orgasm!
- Eeee ... no, I will not touch you! Do not even ask!
- And I do not ask! I ask on the ass with the tip of the strap ... lightly ... just so that I do not forget what a shameless bitch I am when I finish in front of you!
- Here you are wrapped! ... Do you want me to look?
- Yes! Honestly, I really want this! Another hour ago, I couldn’t even think about it! But your skillful whipping of my butt, and then also made something with me.
With these words, Marina's right hand has already interfered with her fingers between wet sponges and began to masturbate tender pink flesh. Grandfather had no choice but to watch the granddaughter bring herself to orgasm, standing naked in front of him not on all fours. In response, he only began to sting occasionally with barely noticeable kisses of the leather tongue of her ass, who was already tortured today with a whipping.
The middle finger of a girl's hand was skillfully wielding around the clitoris, then smearing the slippery grease on the inner lips, then almost completely hiding in the current pussy. Point jerking girl's pussy periodically compressed and decompressed. The lower abdomen moved to the beat of frequent breathing. Protruding moans came from the mouth.
It was clear that the baby has been able to jerk her pussy for a long time and probably does it regularly. The overexcited girl's body began to respond immediately to the caress inside the slits, which her grandfather now contemplated, combined with the slightly burning touches of a cold leather belt from his bare, protruding buttocks received from him. All this, along with the complete absence of panties, gave the young girl intolerable shame, which repeatedly multiplied the voluptuousness of masturbation.
When a man between a series of slaps on the priest's belt, stroking her ass with his fingers, as if by chance, slid a finger past the anus right inside her hot girl and met her thin, nimble finger there, caught in the red, lustful shameless girl could not stand it and exploded into a withering orgasm. He felt her young vagina with a force wrapped around a thick and warm male finger inside and began to suck it in with the wavelike contractions of the surly musculature of the rapidly ending mock sweep.
Finishing, the girl fell forward and was lying on her stomach. However, the grandfather did not let his finger slip out of a young pussy, he remained with her until the end. Still breathing heavily, and not fully recovering, but not letting go of the male finger, Marina suddenly asked:
- Well, what ... now you can exactly finish all this?
- Ha! Do not even doubt!
- And the way the belt rebounds from the ass during spanking, I hope you considered well?
- In the smallest details!
- Kla-aa-ass! ... Will you show later what happened?
- I'll show you if you want ...
Marina, having slightly closed her eyes, came to herself from an orgasm and thought about what kind of masterpieces her grandfather is capable of, what other intricate orders is he ready to fulfill? A minute later, as if reading her thoughts, he suddenly said:
“And you know ... there, in the closet,” the grandfather pointed to a double case standing nearby, “I have one more job that I cannot finish in a long time.” Maybe take a look at her together in the evening? ... But don't you mind? ..
- Oooh! ... Of course, take a look, And also take a look! ... I liked it so much to inspire you!
- You are my best muse! ..