The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace was forced to take a sip of water, the spring water rich in minerals was good for health, but it was hard to swallow.

He squatted in the water, holding on to the stones on the bank, and coughed embarrassingly. The first few coughs were real, but the latter ones were feigned, and he used his coughing movements to peek at the count's face.

Those silver-gray eyes were colder than usual.

He annoyed the count.

But it's nothing, just ordinary anger, it won't kill him.

"My lord, did I do something wrong?" Based on Grace's past experience, men like him to ask questions instead of using their intelligence to speculate.

Sure enough, the corner of the count's mouth curved slightly. Although it was a mocking smile, it was still a smile.

"What do you think?"

"I must have done something wrong, otherwise you wouldn't punish me."

When the count heard the word "punishment", his cold and mocking eyes slid over his already wet body.

"Come out," ordered the Count.

Grace stood up reluctantly.

He was used to the slightly scalding water temperature and began to enjoy it.

After his soaked shoes left the hot spring, he stepped on the soft fallen leaves, and the hot water sucked into his bra and on his legs quickly turned into cold water.

Grace embraced herself in the autumn wind, shivering coldly.

"What kind of punishment will you get if you do something wrong?" the earl asked casually, as if he didn't take his coldness seriously.

usually?punish?That's really all kinds of things...

After thinking about it, Grace chose the one that was safest for her and could make the Earl vent.

"If I steal food in the kitchen and Aunt Sophie finds out, she'll spank me."

The Count smiled.

Grace secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the Earl liked this punishment method.

But he regretted it the next moment. He saw the earl raised his hand and took off the riding whip from his belt and held it in his hand.

Grace was so frightened that she burst into tears and trembled all over: "No, no, please..." He had been whipped by a horse before, and he knew how painful it was, and it might even kill him.

The count folded the whip a few times indifferently, and held it firmly in his hand.

It turned out that the whip was not meant to be whipped directly on him like whipping a horse.

Grace wiped away her tears, sobbed and said, "Thank you."

The count actually smiled again, "Silly boy."

Grace has always been good at pushing an inch, and immediately asked him: "Can you hit me a little bit? I'm not wearing a skirt... Aunt Sophie hit me through..."

"Turn around," the count ordered, his voice cold again.

Grace's throat was choked, and she didn't dare to speak anymore, she turned around obediently, with her back to the earl.

"bend over."

Grace bent down, turned her vision around, and stared at the fallen leaves at her feet, red, brown, yellow...

"Bend again, bring your feet together, straighten your legs, and hold your ankles with both hands." One command followed another.

Grace did exactly that, folding himself half as long as usual, with his ass being the highest point of his body.

His face turned red, and he asked in a low voice, "Can you hurry up? I'm afraid someone will come over."

"No, if someone comes, Haimi will tell me." The count said.

He was talking about the horse.

Grace once again believed that she had chosen the right punishment, because before the official start, he had already heard the joy in the earl's voice.

"Then can you make Haimi turn around?"

After a moment of silence, Grace heard the earl's laughter for the first time.

"Haimi." The count whistled. First, there was the sound of horseshoes treading on the spot, and then there was a crisp sound of leather boots crushing fallen leaves, and they were getting closer.

Grace secretly separated her calves by a thin slit, and through this slit, he saw the count standing behind him.

A hard and slender thing slapped his buttocks, through the texture, Grace recognized that it was the whip, harder and colder than he imagined.

He was a little scared again.

"How many times will your aunt beat you?"

"Three times."

"Liar liar."

He was hit on the buttock, and there was a "snap".

Grace whimpered, and he could tell from the slap that the earl was not really angry, so he choked back and said, "I'm not lying, I hit you three times once, and you didn't ask how many times you would hit at most."

A hand touched the place that had just been hurt. The hand with the soft sheepskin glove was a little hotter than the whip, but it was also cold.

However, Grace felt a strange heat, which spread out from the place where she was beaten, which was painful and itchy, as if after putting the sliced ​​barbecue on the plate, there was still a last step to be done - scooping a large spoonful of fragrant sauce Pour it on, and it drips hot off the roast, filling a plate.

Grace's ass wobbled uncomfortably from side to side like sauce.

"Move around!" the earl scolded lightly.

"Crack!—" Another blow, hitting the other side.

Grace gave a soft "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssesses", he kind of wanted to pee.

A hand in a soft sheepskin glove rubbed his constricted buttocks, "Relax."

Grace's ass clamped tighter and he wanted to pee.

Earl's hands patiently kneaded his ass, and Grace felt that he was treating his ass as a piece of dough.

The earl must have never made bread, and he didn't know that the dough became harder as he kneaded it.

"Grace, if you don't relax, you have to keep doing this." The earl patted his butt with his hand, "Aren't you cold?"

Grace was surprised to find that she didn't seem to be cold anymore. From the first blow on the butt, his body began to heat up...the hot meat sauce flowed all over his body.

"Disobedient." The earl complained that his ass was tightened again, and criticized him.

"Crack!" The third stroke was much more painful than the previous two strokes. At the same time, he hit both buttocks, and the white meat with two red marks trembled like that fragile and tender dessert soaked in milk. When you touch it, your whole body trembles.

Grace was beaten to the ground by the sudden severe pain, her legs were unable to support her body, her buttocks were still upturned, like an overripe peach, fell to the ground, and a crack opened, revealing the body that had been tightly hidden all along. holes.

The count knelt down, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "Did he go in?"

Grace's eyes were filled with tears, her head was aching, and she couldn't control the anger in her heart well, so she didn't answer.

The leather handle of the horsewhip wrapped with silk thread nodded next to his hole, and changed into a positive tone: "He's in." The leather handle was lightly pressed into the hole in the middle of his buttocks, and turned in a circle, as if to Get in.

Grace's scalp was numb, and she didn't dare to move, only the small hole was squeezed into a point, as if it could block the attack.

"Please...please...too rough, I'm going to die..."

"Rough?" The Earl seemed really puzzled.

Grace gritted her teeth, "Your whip...is too thick...much thicker than a finger..."

The whip was taken away, and Grace had just breathed a sigh of relief when she felt another thing holding her butthole, and he gasped. It was the Earl's finger, not a gloved finger.

"Really? It's just fingers, do they feel thick?" Two fingers gently opened his acupuncture points, and ordered him to "relax."

How is it possible to relax.

"Disobedient again. You're bleeding, it's easy to get an infection here."

Grace looked back at him in panic.

The count stroked his face with his ungloved hand, "Good boy, lie down over there."

Grace hurriedly climbed onto the rock, feeling very scared. His mother Mary died of inflammation, and a gardener also died of inflammation. There was a very small wound, and the thorns were stuck in his nails. The more serious it was, the more life was lost.

He lay on the rock and cried, hating Jerry to death.

He originally regretted that he had acted too hard in panic, but now he didn't even have that regret.

The count also took off the other glove, and washed his hands in the slightly hot spring.

"The water here can be disinfected and can keep you away from infection. Break it open yourself—"

Grace did so immediately, stretching her hands behind her buttocks, her face against the stone filled with tears.

The earl washed the dried blood in his hole with hot water, the hot water seeped in, and the soft inner wall was scalded, and he couldn't help shrinking his asshole into a small one again.

The count seemed to laugh, and rubbed him with his fingertips to relax him.

As soon as Grace relaxed, the finger went in.

An exclamation has overflowed to the mouth of the throat, and was swallowed again.

It didn't hurt.

The earl's finger drilled deeper and deeper into his body, groping around in circles, as if looking for something.The Earl of Arundel delved into this place for the first time, and he couldn't help feeling a little fresh and showing a little patience.

That hot feeling came again, as if the hot sauce was running down his asshole and into him.

"Um...um..." He couldn't help humming, feeling ashamed again, and closed his mouth tightly.

Finger went out, came back with some hot water, and went in again.

"Hmm..." Grace moaned again, "What is this..."

"It's nothing, and it's everything." The earl replied perfunctorily, the finger found a target in his body, touched it, and rubbed it continuously.

"Ah - ah! - Earl! - ah - Earl of Arundel! My lord!" Grace thumped her limbs and slapped one hand on the water, making splashes one by one.

The count pressed his knee on his wobbly foot, "Hang on, Grace, good boy."

Grace moaned loudly, and the hot sauce in her body was getting more and more overwhelming, and finally flowed out.

He propped himself up on the stone and looked down. At first it was like diluted milk, a small puff, and then it was clear, falling in an arc with a splash.

After he finished urinating, the count put on his gloves again, and played with his poor thing with his index finger, "What a cute little thing."

There was a drop hanging on it, and as he fiddled with it, that drop fell and fell into the spring water.