Submit to Sins

Charlotte straps on the gag first. Summer’s mouth fills with rubber and the strap bites the back of her skull. Then the cuffs lock her wrists overhead and her ankles wide apart on the bench. The first cane stroke cracks across her ass, hot and sharp. Summer jerks. A clothespin snaps onto each nipple, the wood biting down until the flesh throbs. Another stripe lands lower, crossing the first, and Summer’s muffled cry leaks around the gag. Charlotte circles, pulling the pins tighter, dragging them off one by one so the blood rushes back in stinging waves. Summer’s tits bounce with every strike. Charlotte lays a row of pins along the undersides and flicks them, each flick sending a fresh jolt through the bound redhead. The cane keeps time, sharp, steady, until the welts glow pink and the girl’s thighs tremble. Charlotte leans in close, breathes against Summer’s ear, and brings the cane down once more.