"Lilly! pull your ass out of the bed"
I heard a shrill voice of Molly in my la la land.
"Master is here! " and immediately woke up from my fluffy cushion of dream.
I was soaking between my legs and when I stand on my feets.
Molly standing with school back pack and behind her our master stood at a door shooting me glares.
"Lilly.. you sloppy girl still in bed "
I knew this tone what comes next.
Molly ran away leaving me alone with him inside our little room. He came inside near my bed. My wet core clenches more looking at his tall brooding figure looking intensely at my poking nipples coming out of my white t-shirt. This is my only bed outfit white loose T-shirt and loose mini skirt with flares at end.
He is the reason why I'm like this. He is the reason of my wild desires. He is Mr Paul Hooks Owner of HookOrphanHome, 55 years old divorced man Fulfilling his desires by getting hands on young girls of this home.
And today is my turn, I knew it.
"You ungrateful girl , you slept again on school time" He roared coming closer to me, and poked his stick on my tummy.
"Get ready for punishments"
And I as a scared rabbit lie on bed buttfacing him ready for my punishment.
He pulled up my short skirt with his stick and moves a stick along my panty lines , this is not new since childhood we are getting these punishments even worst.
Then he tap my ass cheeks slowly slowly with stick making me soak more my panty then already I from my wet dream. My mouth is not far from erupting a small moan when he hit me with his stick on ass making me scream wild. And he didn't stop till my ass turned red from the hitting and panty soaking wet with unwanted pleasure.
He didn't stop by hitting only then he removed my wet panties and and give me spanks with his stone hands. I cry harder with each stroke but my voice had its own music to my ears like some whore moaning.
But my body was not in my hands I don't know what my body feel now is physical abuse or a pleasure.
My boobs were pressed with hard mattress and he was giving me spank after spank and my roaring cry makes me moan more, itching for more ,my body on fire ready to burn.
Suddenly he stopped his hitting and part my legs further, I was not in condition for resisting him, he pulled my long hairs from behind and I screamed loud.
" Will you again sleep till late in morning, you snail?" He roared in my ears.
"NO"
I responded him and he pulled my hairs more making my head hurts, " If you ever sleep till late you know the consequences will be worst" and he throws my head on bed and left my room.
I was a crying mess after he gone , my butt was stark naked and red and I didn't had any strength to even move a little covered my back.
Only one week of endurance left and I'll be free from this hell for my whole life, I'll turned 18 next week. Beacuse it's a rule after turning 18 this home didn't provide any further shelter to children's staying in this home.
This is my home since I was born , here we lives around 150 children of different age groups, and every year those who turned 18 left this home, and new babies came for shelter.
Their is no problem of food, shelter or clothes here in this orphan home except Mr Paul's punishments. All children's gets good schooling, books, good clothes and a place to live without paying any penny here, this home runs from years without any fund shortage due to a rich family of this city. That family took a great responsibility of every child by sending every basic need for a children's like us. And we all children's don't have any other option to sustain our lives , if had any then I had left this home long ago only because of Mr Paul's punishments not from any other reasons.
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After laying on bed for half hour and frustrated with myself for reacting my body like thirsty whore who moaned even when getting punishments.
I gets up and locked the door from inside, and touched my ass cheeks slowly with soft hands, they were red as tomato as I looked them in mirror from back.
I looked at myself in mirror with 5'1feet height, heavy bossoms thick thighs bare, hairs flying, eyes red from crying and my hard nipples poking my t-shirt, looking like a frustrated girl looking for a lack of physical needs to fulfill, I pinched my right nipple above my t-shirt, I get sweet sensation. I twisted it more" uhmm" I used other hand on left nipple and twisted both buds with equal force "aah..".
I'm getting turned on by myself, I pinch them more making me feel the pleasure, then I grab my heavy bossoms and gave them a squeeze, pool of nector drip between my legs.
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