Alice's fingers plunged in and out of her sore, dripping slit as the strap came down on her pert, unprotected bottom again and again.  Her husband had come home early that day and caught her on their bed, flat on her back desperately fingering herself like a fat, dirty hog in heat.

Alice knew it was wrong.  She knew that good Brentwood girls do not play with themselves without permission and supervision.  The very idea that a girl would abuse her husband's property in this manner without asking first was, quite frankly, unthinkable!  Yet there she was, moaning and writhing around like a cheap hussy.

She was prepared for the lecture, the scolding, and even the strapping.  What she wasn't prepared for was the fingering.  Like a child caught smoking cigarettes and being forced to smoke a whole carton to kill any taste for it, Alice was forced to masturbate throughout the entire evening-long punishment.