Her shower had been wonderful. She stood under the hot water for many minutes,
soothing tired muscles. She chose from the myriad of scented soaps and
shampoos. Lilac was her choice; its scent reminding her of the dawning spring.
Light, and warm, the promise of better days ahead. She wished. She faced
punishment in little more than an hour. She washed.
She turned off the water, and stepped out, grabbing a large, fluffy towel. This
place was incredible. She had never experienced such luxury as this mansion
provided. Even with her low stature, it was better than anywhere she had ever
been. She dried her hair with the dryer provided; the funny nozzle seemed to
make the job go quickly. She primped and fussed for several minutes, but
finally left the bathroom and walked to the bed. A single satin sheet covered
the bed. No blankets, no bedspread, though the room was plenty warm enough.
She crossed the window, peeking out between the closed curtains.
Gasp, she drew a startled breath. Her jailer, she thought of him that way, was
sitting out there again, though he was now facing the house. Before him a mat
was laid on the stones. However, what caused her surprise was what was on the
mat. She was kneeling on the mat, her back straight, knees spread, and hands
on top of her head, NAKED. Soon she moved; back arched, her hands cupping a
breasts, offering them to the man. And, he was touching them. She couldn't see
what he was doing, but soon her aunt was moving her hips. Just a little at
first, but stronger and stronger, as the man continued. Anne could see her aunt
give little jerks. The man must be pinching her nipples. Anne's hand came to
her own breasts. One of the man's hands dipped lower. Her aunt's hips were
thrusting now. The hands withdrew. She watched as her aunt flopped onto her
back, her hands diving into her sex. She was masturbating. Right out on the
terrace. She could see her aunt talking, and a shake of the man's head. Her
aunt's head lowered, but her hands remained busy, Slowly, her head rose again,
her mouth moving in slow motion. The man made no response. He aunt was
shaking, her head jerking forward, and legs wide, hips thrusting, raised into
the air. She could see her aunt speak again, mouth moving almost constantly.
Anne knew she was begging to cum.
Finally, the man nodded, and said a single word. Anne knew what the word must
be. Her aunt shook violently for a few seconds, arching even higher. Then, she
went ridged for long seconds, before collapsing to the mat. Oh god, Anne was
incredibly turned on. She dropped a hand to her pussy. Closing her eyes she
worked on her self, remembering the display. She glanced out again. Her aunt
was moving, sitting up, kneeling, and finally crawling to the man in the chair.
She was opening his pants, had to be. Anne couldn't see for sure, her aunt
blocked the view, but she had to be working on his trousers. She saw the man
arch up. Her aunt was pulling his pants down, exposing him. How she wished she
could see. Then her aunt dipped her head down. She was going to give him a
blowjob. Anne's hands were a blur. The sight of her naked aunt, outside,
giving her boss a oral sex, excited her immensely. She watched. She diddled.
She was so close.
Fuck! He looked straight into Anne's eyes. He knew. Shit. Shit. She was
going to cum. She saw him shake his head twice, and stare intently at the
window. However, it was too late. Anne came. The thrill increased by the
knowledge he knew and saw it thru the window. His eyes changed a knowing
Cheshire cat grin. Anne panicked, turned quickly away form the window. Shit,
she'd cum without permission. Moreover, he knew it. Surely she would be
punished for that. Damn. She had enough punishments coming, she didn't need
more. However, the glow of her orgasm was beautiful. She stumbled to the bed,
and covered up, basking in the warm glow of satisfaction. Soon she was asleep.
On the terrace, Diane lovingly sucked her boss's cock. She felt so naughty,
naked on the terrace, displayed, masturbating, where the staff could easily see
her if they looked out. But, she had had a marvelous orgasm, and now she would
give her master one. Yes, he was her master. She would do anything he wanted,
well ordered her to do. That's what he did. He ordered what he wanted. And,
he wanted her. She knew he was watching the window. Nevertheless, it was
taking all of her skill to keep him hard. His hand smoothed her hair. She
looked up at him. He looked at her, his face changing from laughter, to
something Diane liked much better. She tried to return the look, and renewed
her efforts. Yes, now she had his attention. His magnificent cock surged. She
watched as the soft look changed. She had him now. She dipped deeper, his eyes
closing, and then opening again. Her eyes smiled at him as she saw his peak
approach. She went deep again, and held him there. Five, ten seconds, till he
exploded in her mouth. His hand grabbing her head, but he didn't force her
down. He just caressed her hair, as he pumped his load again, and again. She
sucked it all down. God but she loved pleasing this man.
He lifted her head, brushing hair from her eye as he pulled her up, and kissed
her hard. Then he lifted her to her feet, stood and fixed his trousers, then
led her up to his bedroom. An hour later, they were exhausted and sweaty. He
left her, and took a shower. Exiting he went to the intercom, gave some
instruction, then walked back to the bed. He softly, stoked the side of Diane's
face, till she looked up. If you wish to witness the punishment, you had best
bathe. The scent you give off now may make her enjoy it too much. Diane
blushed, reaching up to kiss him. Then she headed to the bathroom.
Anne gave a start, not sure if she had been sleeping or just resting her eyes.
She had heard the lock on the door. She saw the door opening. It was the cook,
but she was dressed differently. She had on a black stiff A-line skirt, hem
above her knees. And a crisp white blouse, with a low scooped neck, her ample
bosoms visible. Her waist seemed much tighter then Anne remembered. Dark
stocking and high heels completed the outfit.
"I've come to prepare you", the cook said. "It's time."
Anne rose from the bed, and stood beside it. There was nothing for her to say,
but she asked.
"Will it be terrible?"
"I know only what the master wishes your preparations to be. However, my
experience tells me, those instruction do not bode well for you. Master, is not
unwise, though, he will not ruin you, nor injure you such that you cannot return
to your duties. However, it may be uncomfortable to do so. Don't forget, to
him, what you have committed a very serious crime. He will impress upon you
mind the error of your ways, and upon you flesh, his disgust with that error."
She ended the subject, with a command. "Sit at the vanity; you are not to speak
again." Anne walked to the vanity and sat. The cook had turned the chair to
the side, giving the cook access to the cosmetics. Anne sat with her hands in
her lap, as the woman made up her face, then brushed her hair and applied a
headband. Then she applied some rouge to her areolas and nipples, and outlined
her areolas lightly, with lip liner. Then she applied a very light shaded
powder to the rest of her breasts, making the look pale and vulnerable.
It hit her like a thunderbolt. The way her breasts were made to look so
prominent and innocent could only mean one thing. They were going to be the
center of her punishment. 'OH GOD'. She had seen what had happened to her
aunt's breasts when they were punished. Awful. Terrible. She was also sure
that any punishment she received would exceed anything done to her aunt. Tears
filled her eyes.
"Don't dwell on it little one" she heard the cook say as she finished. She
stepped back, checking her work. "Yes, that will do. Put on your clothes."
She returned everything to its place, while Anne slipped the shoes on. Then she
said, "Come along, Missy"
Anne stood, and followed the woman out of the room. They descended the stairs,
and then entered the living room. The cook led her to the front of the fire
place, and then turned her to face the room, and the two arm chairs that faced
the fireplace.....
"Kneel, hands behind you back", the woman ordered.
Anne knelt and spread her legs, reaching her hands behind her. She gasped, as
the cook quickly bound her wrist together. Anne's heart started racing. The
cook moved behind the armchairs and stood, seemingly at attention.
Presently, the executive and her aunt entered. Both were well dressed. Her aunt
wore a white dress. It had a swing skirt, and a deep vee neck. She wore lovely
white stiletto sandals, quite high, but not like those Anne had just earned.
The executive was dressed in black. Black pants, black silk dress shirt, and
black shoes. He looked very handsome, and intimidating. The pair sat in the
armchairs. Cook served them a drink, wine for Diane, and an Old Fashion for the
man in black. When they were settled she stepped forward and stood to Anne's
side.
"Miss Dragert", the CEO's voice broke the silence. "You have confessed to theft
of funds from the company, and therefore me, as its head. Your punishment shall
continue today. As you have earned considerable punishment, in addition to that
for your crime, so I have enlisted the help of Miss Julia. She will be applying
some of your punishments. However, do not fear, I will administer the more
severe portions of your punishment.
Anne looked at the cook. She saw it now; the cook was not a little overweight.
She was stout, the excess muscle, not fat cells. She wasn't sure if it was an
advantage or a curse. She knew the man struck hard. Surely the woman couldn't
hit as hard. Could she?
"So, to your punishment. First, you have demerits, so the 15 stroke starter
will apply. Miss Julia, Please fetch the fraternity paddle, and apply 15 hard
strokes to Miss Dragert's buttocks."
Miss Julia walked to the cupboard beside the fireplace. Opening the door, she
reached inside and drew out a long wide polished board. She returned to the
spot where Anne knelt.
"Stand up, Missy", the woman said. "Turn around and spread your legs wide.
Then bend over.
Anne took one last look at the paddle, and turned around. As she bent over she
could feel the air on her exposed open pussy, and ass. She started to blush.
When, she was bent over, she moved her eyes between her legs. The occupants of
both chairs were starring at her crotch. The blush spread. She took a deep
breath. She saw the cook cross thru her field of vision. After a few seconds,
she saw the man look left, and nod. Then his eye looked back, and fixed them on
her own.
WHAM! "OH!" Fire exploded in her buttocks. The blow nearly knocked her over.
Her eyes closed. When she reopened them, they were clouded with tears, but his
eyes still met hers. WHAM! CRACK the sound preceding the pain that
followed. Her head jerked up involuntarily WHAM! "Ahhh!" Another searing
line across her butt. Pain, deeper, fuller, but not as sharp as the belt.
Still it hurt. She saw his eyes rise from her face.
WHAM! Another CRACK! Fire was spreading across her buttocks.
WHAM! "Ugh!" Again the paddle smashed into her buttocks. She thought she
could feel her cheeks compress. A solid burning sensation filled her bottom.
WHAM! SPLAT ! "Oooo! The paddle slammed home again. Banging into her flesh,
stinging. Tears overflowed her eyes.
WHAM! "AHHHH! IT HURTS!" she cried. Her hips snapped forward with the blow,
then, slowly returned to their original position. Then they started to wander.
WHAM! "OWWWW! She rotated her fanny, trying to cool it, trying to make a
moving target. Her mind raged. 'Hurts' 'move' 'get away'
WHAM! "ARGGGGG" The paddle slammed into her buttocks again. Her flesh stung.
The muscle bruised. Her mind seared.
WHAM!! "IEEEEEEEE" Her body swayed, the paddle finding her regardless, burning
another fiery pink swath across her butt.
WHAM! "YOWWWW" Another loud crack, the sound of her pain. Her buttocks
clenched when she heard it. Too late.
WHAM! "OOOOOOO" Her butt was ablaze, tears flowing freely. Her face almost
as red as her ass, her blood pumping into her lowered head.
WHAM! "EEEEEEEE" Lower, where her legs and buttock met. Awful pain. It was
getting to her, burning, raging within her ass
WHAM! Lower still, the tops of her thighs, the last of the energy compressing
her labia. Not stinging them. Her meaty thighs had slowing the wood, it only
caressed the labia.
WHAM! "AAAAAAAA" Across the center of her ass again, bringing the pain to a
boil.
She waited for the next one. She didn't know how many more she could stand,
without breaking into sobs. This was just the warm up. She heard the cupboard
door open, and snapped her head to see.
The cook was hanging the paddle up. And, she was closing the door! It was
over. She let her head droop in relief.
"Miss Anne", the seated man said. That was your opener. Severe because you
make me punish you. Though I enjoy it immensely, having to do it takes time and
effort."
He paused for a minute. Then continued, "Stand up dear". Anne stood and faced
him, hand behind her and legs spreading. "This morning did you prepare yourself
to be in my presence?"
"Yes Sir", Anne quickly replied.
"Did you shower completely",
"Yes Sir!"
"Did you fix your hair?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Did you make your face as presentable for me as possible?"
Oh SHIT! She hadn't used any makeup. Damn. That was a rule, wasn't it? DAMN.
DAMN. "Ah, no, Sir."
"No you did not. Should you prepare yourself for my presence in every way
possible?"
"Yesss, Sir."
"So you remember the demerits for failure to wear makeup."
"No Sir, but I now remember that I was supposed to, or receive demerits. How
many am I to receive."
"The list I gave you calls for 30 strokes. However, I will reduce that to 15
because you have not had time to study the list. Do you have need to visit
the restroom, young lady?"
"No Sir."
"All day, and no need yet. How interesting?"
It hit Anne like a ton of bricks. She had peed after her cum, and this morning
too. But, he had told her last night, that she had to have permission to use
the restroom. Permission she had not gotten. Lack of which, she was sure would
have more demerits.
"Sir?"
"Yes Miss Anne"
Sir, I have forgotten another rule, Sir. I used the restroom, without
permission. Twice, Sir.
"Twice. Dear me?" He knew by this time of the day once would not have been
enough, but he wanted to see her embarrassment at having to tell him of her
trips.
"Yes, sir, twice. Once this morning, and again, before I took my nap, sir"
"You mean, after your cum, don't you."
Anne blushed to her toes, and lowered her eyes to her feet. She thought he had
seen her, but he knew exactly what had happened. That couldn't be good either.
"Yes Sir", she answered dejectedly.
Therefore, we have two violation of the bathroom rule, and a violation of the
self pleasure rule, and an unapproved orgasm. Hmmm 2 times 30 are 60, and 30
for touching yourself, and 30 for cumming. I believe that makes 120."
Anne's head snapped up. 120 strokes. No way could she endure that. It would
kill her. She'd go insane. 120. Help! Impossible.
However, you did admit to the bathroom violations. And, as they are new rules;
you have not had time to learn them. So, I'll tell you what. I'll only count
one bathroom violation, and only the orgasm. In addition, since your punishment
for theft is going to be very severe tonight, I will cut the punishments in
half. How many is that, Anne."
What. Oh dear. What did he say, one bathroom violation, 30 strokes, wasn't
it. And only the orgasm, that was 30 too. That was 60, half of 60 was, 30.
Could he really let her off with 30?
"It's 30, Sir. Thirty strokes." 15 had been bad, but she could probably handle
30.
"Ah my dear, you forgot the 15 for poorly preparing yourself. I will have to
give you those 15 twice to remind you to think carefully about your demerits.
You are responsible for keeping your demerits accurately. So we have 45
strokes, plus the 15 stokes penalty. Since your fanny had already received the
fraternity paddle, I will use leather for your punishments. Forty-five over my
knee, with the leather paddle upon your lovely derriere. Then Miss Julia will
give you 15 with the cat, to your lovely back, while you hang from the ceiling."
What, leather paddle, over his knee, not good. But, a cat could only mean a
cat-of-nine-tails. To her back, while she hung. My God. That would be real
bad.
"So Miss Anne, shall we continue", said her tormentor. "Go to the cupboard, and
bring me the leather paddle. It's the first one on the left. Bring it to me,
and then lie across my lap for your punishment." He gave her a penetrating
stare.
Anne hesitated like a deer caught in the headlights of his stare. Which way to
run! Slowly, she walked to the cupboard. She opened the left door. A sharp
intake of breath escaped her mouth. There were paddles, crops, and whips hung
around the interior of the cupboard. On the shelf at the bottom, lay
restraints, and gags. She had never seen most of this stuff, but much of it was
obviously used to punish, probably punish females. She looked up and to the
left. There it was, a black handle, hung from a peg. Stuck between the halves
of the handle, was an inch thick oblong piece of stiff leather, about the size
of a small serving platter. She carefully reached up and took it down. She
turned and delivered the paddle to the executive. Then she carefully draped
herself over his lap.
He made her wait. He took his time examining the paddle. The leather was
stiff, but not rigid. It flopped over in a U shape. No, more like a melon half,
not coming back to touch itself. He gave it a short snap thru the air. The
leather instantly formed a flat level attitude, just like he knew it would.
Then he examined the waif on his lap. She was stretched, fingers and toes
spread out, touching the floor. She hung, her navel on his left leg, her mound
just touched the inside of his right. Her ass was just right of center, so it
sloped down, rather than flat. Perfect. He laid his hand on her derriere. It
was quite warm from the frat paddle. It would get warmer still, he thought.
He swung the paddle down vigorously. When his hand was just an inch from a full
swat, he stopped it, and snapped his wrist. The leather flattened as the curled
end caught up with the half nearer the handle. Then it passed it.
SPLATT! The leather struck the girl's reddened butt. The paddle covered nearly
all of her buttocks. "YEOW" Anne cried out. The leather stung like blazes.
SPLATT! The leather struck again, burning into her flesh.
SPLATT! He brought his hand all the way down this time. The lower part of her
buttocks the point of impact.
SPLATT! Again, but arm tucked, wrapping the near cheek from hip to crack.
SPLATT! Arm extended, wrapping the far cheek, the tip wrapping down the
hip bitterly.
SPLATT! "OH!" Lower down this time, where the cheeks meet the thighs.
SPLATT! Higher. The hollow in the small of her back catching the edge,
centering the pain there.
SPLATT! "AH!" Low again. Definitely a tender spot.
SPLATT! She jerked. Striking not quite so low, wrapping the bottom fullness of
the near cheek.
SPLATT!! Another jerk. The same place, on the far cheek. Sweat broke
out in the small of her back.
SPLATT! "YEOW!" Full across the center of her ass. Her legs restless
now, alternately kicking.
SPLATT! Her already throbbing ass, burned again.
Anne was in pain now, each strike of the paddle lighting a fire in her butt.
Tears filled her eyes. Her breathing was deep and rapid. She couldn't keep her
legs still.
"YEOW." Fire. "OW!" Misery. "UGH!" Sting. "OOO!" Flame. "ARGH!" Agony.
"AHHH!" The pain mounted. Her legs thrashed. She shook. Whimpers escaped
between blows.
"AAAAA!" Broiling. "EEEEE!" Biting. "GAAAA!" Seething. "WHAAA!" PAIN.
She thrashed on his lap, sobbing now. Her ass was an inferno, each swat flaring
incandescently.
"PLEASE!" Pounding her ass. "STOP!" Tearing the flesh. "NO MORE!" Mashing
the muscle.
"DON'T!" Agony beyond dreams. "STOP! " Anguish beyond hope. "HELP
MEEEEeeee"
The pain was bitter, consuming. She tried to scream out her anguish. Shake the
hurt like water from a dog. But, it just continued. She couldn't think. All
she could do was SCREAM.
"IIEEEEEE!" PAIN "AGGGGG!" AGONY "GAAAAA!" PAIN "HOOOO!" TORMENT
"WHAAAA!" PAIN "YEOW!" EXCRUCIATING "EEEEE!" PAIN "AAAAAA!" MORE PAIN
Anne heaved like a locomotive. Whistle, huff, chug, huff. Scream, gasp, sob,
and gasp. Her screams long and full. Like a whistle, releasing the
overpressure building higher and higher in the vessel draped over his lap.
"NGGGG!", "OOFFF!, "GAAA!" Anne was lost in the pain, nearing exhaustion.
He brought the last of the stokes to bear, and then ceased.
Anne jerked and kicked for several seconds after the last blow, her body
reacting to the pain, not the blows now stopped. The screams ceased, but the
sobbing grew, continuous now. It shook her whole body. She sucked in air like
a jet engine.
Slowly, the sobbing slowed, the jerking and thrashing ceased. It took minutes,
before she settled sleep like over his thighs. He allowed her several minutes,
then, laid a hand on her abused ass. Her head jerked up with a cry, the fell
back again. He waited.
Oh god. That was terrible, horrendous. He'd ruined her ass. She couldn't feel
the skin. The damaged, torn muscles had to be all that was left. A freak. She
was left a freak. Ass ripped away as though some animal had bitten it off.
She'd have to use some special conveyance. Even a wheelchair wouldn't work.
She could never sit again. She gathered her strength, and turned her head to
look accusingly at her attacker.
His eyes showed no pity. But, no mirth, either. He reached a hand toward her.
My god. Did he expect her to move? To stand up? She turned farther, afraid to
look, but knowing she had to see it.
Her ass, what see could see of it, was still there. She was sure it was her
butt because it was reddish-purple, and swollen. But, it was there. Not even
any blood. She couldn't believe it. She been sure it was destroyed. It sure
felt like it. He wiggled his hand. She had no choice, she pushed off his lap.
Wrong. Dumb. Hurts. Straighten Up! Can't bend. Can't move below waist.
Causes pain. Her hands flew back to hold the muscles in place. Wrong again.
She held them just off her butt, trying to decide if it the pain was worse
unsupported, or when scalded by her hands. She didn't have time to make a
decision.
The cook moved in front of Anne. She raised a leather fur-lined cuff, and
nodded to Anne's left shoulder. Slowly, Anne brought her hand to the front.
She looked to the man who had punished her ass so bad. He gave no visual
quarter, simply one nod in the direction of the cuffs. She watched as her wrist
laid itself in the cuff, and was encircled. Too soon the second wrist was bound
like the first. She was led beneath a pair of hanging chains. They weren't
there before. A panel was missing from the ceiling now. She saw her hands
rising, passing her face, and going up, up. Soon she was stretching to keep her
toes on the floor. The cook was walking to that damn cupboard, and reaching
into it. She couldn't watch.
When her curiosity got the best of her again, and she opened her eyes, but she
couldn't see the cook. She looked at the two seated people. One's eyes
sparkled, alive, intrigued. The other's burned into her soul, accusing,
sentencing, then a quick nod. 'Oh ShiTTTTTTTTTT'
The cat had slammed into her back. It took her breath away. She couldn't even
scream. Searing pain spread across her back. She arched forward, nearly losing
her footing. She finally relaxed enough to draw a breath. Out. In. "YEOW!"
The cat struck again, the breath was gone with her scream. She couldn't draw
another, the pain too great, the muscles temporarily paralyzed.
The cat struck again. Air rushed into her lungs to power the scream.
"OOWWWWW!" Her legs thrashed, the pain in her wrist and shoulders not competing
with the agony of her back. "GGAAA!" Searing pain. "AAAAGGG!" Intense,
penetrating pain. "GGWWWW!" Her legs bicycling, running from the cat.
"NNNGGGG!" But, her feet found no purchase. The cat still found her back again.
The pain continued.
The whipping of the girls back continued, mercilessly. The cat driving into the
flesh, leaving welts that raised and purpled. The girl's eyes were wild, like a
beast in mortal combat with another. Her screams were screeching, shrill, blood
curdling. On it went. The crack of the whip. The horrible screams. The arched
back and bouncing breasts. The legs were running, thrashing, kicking out
mindlessly. Her body was sweating profusely.
Finally, the last cut of the cat. Her body arched, then thrashed, and she
screamed one last time. Miss Julia returned the cat to the cupboard, and then
strolled from the room. Mr. Young rose and lifted Miss Wilson from her chair.
Then he removed her dress, and laying her on the floor, fell upon her. Bestial,
violent lovemaking ensued; bring both to rapid, strong orgasms. Presently, they
separated, rose and dressed. When they were seated again, the girl had regained
some of her senses. She slowly got a grip on the floor, taking some of the
stress off her shoulders and wrists. Her back was a mass of pain.
The CEO reached to the table by his chair, and briefly pushed a button. The
chains slackened just enough for her to get her feet firmly on the floor, He
pushed another button. Miss Julia appeared in the doorway.
"Miss Diane and I are going to bathe, then were going to dinner and a show. In
half an hour, you may lower Miss Anne, but do not release her. She may lie on
the floor where she is. Apply the heeling ointment to her back and ass.
Moreover, Miss Julia, you are not to torment her more than just applying the
cream. Nor is she allowed to cum, she wasted that opportunity earlier." Having
finished, he touched Anne's cheek, then, taking her aunts hand, they left the
room.
Anne cried silent tears. The pain was still strong, but it was loneliness, and
guilt, that caused the tears. Such a handsome, and powerful man, and she was
just a criminal to him. Someone to punish, not love. She saw the lust in his
eyes when he looked at her aunt. She had seen them on the terrace. Moreover,
her mind had registered their passion, on the floor before her. She would never
have that kind of love. She was to be punished, tormented, but not loved. The
tears poured from her eyes, small shudders rippling her body.
The cook stood in the door, watching. It was easy to guess the thoughts of the
girl. She had had them once herself. She had loved her employer, in her way.
And, he loved her in his. However, she loved her husband more. The lust and
sex games with her employer were titillating, but not true love. That she held
for her husband. The man who understood her employers hold on her, and accepted
it. Of course, it had benefits for him. She was a more adventurous lover,
uninhibited now. And then, there were the other perks. The master allowed her
husband to enjoy and participate in the games. Not just with her either. You
see the love of her life, was the gardener/butler.
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Anne dozed on the floor before the fire. The warmth was relaxing. She had a
moment of panic when the butler had entered to lay the fire. He had raised her
chains, exposing her, and then examined her closely. He didn't have to undress
her with his eyes, she was fully displayed. She trembled, both fearing and
wanting his touch. She listened as he built the fire, and ignited it. Then he
lowered her with a knowing smile, and left the room.
She heard a command. "Up Missy." The cook was walking into the room. Anne
climbed stiffly to her feet. The pain was gone, but she ached from thighs to
neck. The ointment the cook had applied had soothed the fires, and relaxed the
tensed muscles. She almost felt normal, but she was sure she was going to have
difficulty laying on her back, or especially sitting down.
"The Master has chosen to retire for the evening. He will administer the rest
of your punishment tomorrow. I am ordered to see you secured in your room."
She released the cuffs from the hanging chain, then raised the chains, the panel
slipping soundlessly back in place. Then she walked to the cupboard and locked
it. "Come my dear"
They walked out of the room, and then up the stairs to the room Anne had napped
in. The cook walked to the bed and drew the sheet completely off the bed.
Folding it a few times she laid it on the chair by the vanity. The she nodded
to Anne and looked to the bed. Anne knelt on the bed, and then spread out on
her stomach. The cook rounded the bed and grasp Anne's left wrist. She
extended it to the corner of the bed, reached down, and pulled up the end of a
short strap. She clipped the strap to the cuff still on Anne's wrist. Then she
moved to the other side. She repeated the procedure with her right wrist.
We don't want your sleep disturbed, should you roll over during the night."
Miss Julia said. Then she turned out the light.
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Anne heard a key in the lock. Sunshine filled the room. She could hear birds
singing. The door swung opened and the cook entered. She walked to the bed,
and removed a cuff from Anne's wrist. She circled the bed and removed the
second cuff. Anne rubbed her free wrists reflexively, then rolled over.
MISTAKE. Her entire back half throbbed, and screamed. How could she have
forgotten? She pushed her torso up, and slid onto one hip. By that time, the
cook was at the door.
Hurry up sleepy head, she said. "It's almost 7:30. It's Sunday, and we have a
special breakfast to prepare. I'll see you in the kitchen in 15 minutes." With
that she walked out of the room. Anne felt very old, stiff and arthritic. She
slowly made her way to the bathroom. She tried to sit on the stool, but
couldn't maintain contact. It hurt too much. Then it dawned on her. She
wasn't to use the bathroom without permission. But how could she get
permission. She peeked into the room. No phone. She had no idea where to find
the man her aunt called master. Even to go to the kitchen and get the cook's
approval, which might not be adequate, and return would waste too much time.
There was no other way. She had to hold it. She climbed into the shower and
let the hot water ease her pain some. Not much, she was due downstairs.
She arrived in the kitchen. Cook gave her a once over. Her hair was brushed
nicely, and makeup on. She even remembered her shoes. Damn. Cook lost a bet
on that one. She smiled at the penalty she would receive. She had been so sure
she would not have to pay it. Master would enjoy it the more for her misplaced
confidence. She pointed to a sack of potatoes by the sink.
"Peel the potatoes, and wash them. Then, shred them with the grater in the
utility drawer. Fill the large bowl, the red one not the green. It's in the
cupboard next to the stove. Then rinse and drain them. Finally cover them with
cool water" Cook continued her work, now that she had given her directions.
She put her hand up a small turkey, obviously retrieving the giblets. She gave
no further thought to the girl, for now.
Anne looked around. She found a cutting board leaning on the wall under a
cupboard. She took that. Then she took one of the smaller knives out of the
angled block. On a whim, she retrieved a clean dish towel, and laid it out
beside the potatoes. Lastly, she found the bowl, the red one, the green one was
huge. Then she began her task. Peeling, washing, shredding, rinsing, soaking.
She turned to cook who was just packing the last of the stuffing into the bird.
"I've finished Ma'am." Anne said.
"Good" the cook said looking up. "Quick, go and set the table. There'll be
fresh juice, and orange marmalade for the toast. Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am" She got it, a juice glass, bread plate, and those funny short wide
knives. She hurried off to her task. She changed the linen, and started to set
the table for two. She stopped suddenly. Special breakfast? Special meaning
guests? She walked slowly, to the kitchen. She dreaded the answer to the
question she must ask.
How many for breakfast, Ma'am?" She could hardly stand still for the answer she
thought she already knew.
"Five." The cook said. She couldn't turn around. She was smirking too
broadly.
FIVE. "Yes Ma'am", Anne said. Five! She would be expected to serve before
three more people. Shit. She hadn't had a chance to earn any more clothes.
Damn. Her blush started, even though there was no one there yet. She gathered
herself up, and finished setting the table. She put two places to the right of
master's chair, figuring a couple and a single. The couple should be given the
greater position, shouldn't they? Master, female, man, her aunt, man. Yes,
that should work.
She finished the table, gave it a double check. Opps, she forgot coffee cups.
Duh. She quickly finished that, and checked again. Bacon, eggs, hash browns,
toast and marmalade. Would they have everything they needed? She thought so.
She returned to the kitchen. Cook was leaning into the fridge; she came out
with what looked like ham.
"Finished?" she asked. Anne nodded. "Great. Drain your potatoes, and take
them over to the stove.
Anne complied. When she got to the stove, she notices that one side of burners
had been changed to a large griddle. Cook motioned to an aerosol can on the
counter. Coat the griddle with the cooking spray, and add the potatoes. Use
the pancake turner to turn them regularly, spraying the griddle lightly as you
go. Don't let them darken till they turn soft. That means they're cooked.
Then, spread them out, turn up the heat one notch, and let them brown before
turning to brown the other side. Anne took to the task. It wasn't hard, but
required near constant attendance. She didn't know how long to leave them, and
didn't want to screw up so she erred on the side of too soon, rather than too
late.
She watched the cook. She took several English muffins out of the oven. They
were toasted a golden brown. She put two on each of five plates, and then laid
a round of meat on each. Canadian bacon, Anne realized. Next she slid a
poached egg onto each slice of meat. She then picked up a mixing bowl, and
whipped the contents. Finally, she scooped a generous portion of the thick
yellow cream onto each egg, covering it and running off onto the ham and muffin.
She took a pepper mill and ground some over each plate and the salted them
lightly. She placed the plates in the oven, and closed the door.
Cook came over and checked the potatoes. She looked at the clock. Anne did
too. It was a quarter of nine. " Best turn the heat up 1 notch, but watch them
so they don't burn". Anne did so, and watching carefully, coached by cook, she
got nice golden hash browns, and scooped them into the server, covering them
with the domed lid.
"Master will be down any minute, you'd best get the coffee and take you
station." Cook said.
Anne filled the serving pot, and headed for the dining room. Her timing was
perfect. The master of the house entered as she set the pot on the side
counter. He took his place, and Anne lifted the pot and poured. She returned
to the counter, and waited. She trembled just a little wondering who would be
coming, would be viewing her nakedness. Soon her aunt entered. She had on a
lovely spring dress, light with a short swing skirt. She took her place, but
saw the look between the two, and the smile her aunt gave as she flipped her
skirt out of the way. She sat on her bare behind!
Anne was curious. The guests had not yet arrived, yet they were seated, wasn't
that rude? The kitchen door opened, and cook entered. But, her hands were
empty, and her apron missing. The dress it had hidden was springy too. Then a
man entered behind her. A white shirt, tie and jacket, THE GARDENER. He had
his arm around the cook's waist, as if escorting her into a restaurant. They
proceeded to the far side of the table, where the gardener held the chair for
her, then sat beside her. Anne rushed to pour coffee for the pair.
"You may serve." The master said.
"In the oven you will find a rack of English muffins. Place them on a plate,
and cover them. Bring them in with the potatoes. The return for the Eggs
Benedict, and serve them." Cook said, and then turned to compliment her aunt
on the lovely dress.
Anne hurried to comply. She felt the gardener's eye on her backside.
Obviously, he saw the stripes and bruises. She made three trips to the dining
room, the two servers, and the four plates. Then she stood back. Was the other
guest not coming?
"You've forgotten the juice, and the marmalade, Missy." Cook said. "And all
have not been served".
Anne hurried for the items, placing them on the table. The she returned for the
last plate in the oven. Was the fifth guest a ghost, she giggled to herself.
She returned to the dining room and placed it before the empty chair, then
checked cups. Two needed refills, which she took care of. She stepped back,
but no one was eating. They were all starring at her, smiling at some inside
joke. Who could be coming, that would give them that much pleasure at her
humiliation.
"If you would be seated, we'd like to eat before it gets cold." The master of
the house said.
What? Sit down? The smiles were almost giggles now.
He continued. "Sunday morning we all eat as equals. An hour of friendliness,
and equality. Please sit."
Anne looked at cook, and then her aunt. Both gave her nods of assent. Anne was
so relieved, she didn't think about it, she just pulled out the chair and sat.
AND nearly upset the table as she jumped back up. She felt like she received an
electric shock. There were snickers around the table. She lowered herself more
slowly this time. The chair was padded, it helped, but it still took several
tries to settle uncomfortably down all the way. Breakfast passed quickly, The
Eggs Benedict were delicious, and Anne even accepted a complement on the hash
browns, they were pretty good. When finished, Anne poured coffee, and they all
sat and conversed for some time. Finally, though cook stood, and started to
clear the table. Anne jumped to help her.
As the executive stood, he said. "I expect you on the terrace in 30 minutes for
your exercises" Then he left the room.
Anne cleared the table and, changed the linen. Then she helped cook by drying
the dishes, and put them away. Cook was already starting on Sunday dinner.
Anne headed for the terrace.
Her exercises were like yesterday. But it was performed before two men, the
gardener, and the executive. Both stared at her breasts and pubes, as she
jiggled and spread before them to complete the calisthenics. For the run she
was allowed to stay on this side of the shed, because Sunday sightseers made the
road busier than before. The executive finally sent Anne for a shower and then
back to the kitchen to help cook with dinner.
Cook had much for her to do. Prepare salad, cut up vegetables, stir sauces.
Suddenly cook said. Hurry, it's almost 1:00, Set the table. Quick. Full
service.
Anne hurriedly grabbed a stack of plates, but then turned and said. "Will there
be 5 for dinner also". Her hopes were high.
"No dear" said the cook. (Anne's hopes fell) "There will be 8 for dinner. Get
a leaf out of the closet.
Anne's hopes fell further. Eight, probably two other couples would replace her
at the table. She would be exposed in front of four more people. She hurriedly
changed the linen added the leaf, and set the plates, sliver, glassware etc.
She arraigned the chairs, but there were only six. She remembered that the
master used one at his desk, but she had seen no others. She retrieved the desk
chair, then returned to the kitchen to ask cook. But she was not there. One of
the pans was near boiling over, so she hurriedly stirred the contents. Then
oven timer sounded, and another dish started to overflow at the same time. Soon
it seemed a conspiracy of timers, alarms and boiling over dishes.
Where was cook? She heard the front door chimes, but hardly had time to think
of her embarrassment to come.
She was getting a handle on the kitchen. All the burners were turned down or
off, and the casseroles and Turkey were out of the oven. She started to put the
food on serving dishes, then got the monster platter out of the bottom cupboard
and levered the turkey aboard. Where was cook? Everything looked ready, but
cook was the expert.
She got the butter and milk and things out of the fridge and headed for the
dining room. Backing gently thru the door, she was shocked to see people
sitting at the table.
"Ah," said the CEO at the head of the table. "Only a little late" Beside him
sat a young girl, maybe 20. She had on a very low cut dress, and the semi sheer
material was stretched to contain her large breasts. Next to her was an older
gentleman, older than her owner. Next came the cook, followed by her husband,
and then her aunt at the other end of the table. On the other side there was
only one chair. It was occupied by the open mouthed security guard, the one
that that interned her in his office. He was staring at her nakedness. Anne
blushed massively, and nearly dropped the tray she carried.
Alan stared opened mouthed at the nude form of the girl. He would think about
it later, right now he just drank in the lovely naked body before him. He
recovered his senses and closed his mouth, as he heard the CEO address the girl.
"Missy, "the exec said, "Please proceed. Dinner has been delayed enough."
She was so humiliated, to be seen naked by the security guard. Her blush
extended down to the tops of her breasts. It dawned on her that the CEO had
addressed her. What had he said? To proceed....what... oh... with dinner! She
slowly turned to the table and placed the things from her tray on it, then
turned to return to the kitchen. As she pushed thru the door, she heard the
security guard's gasp........ Her blush deepened, he obviously had seen the
marks on her back and the condition of her ass. She forced herself to pick up
two of the side dishes and return to the dinning room. She tried not to meet
any eyes, and returned for more of the food. She brought all the food to the
table, and then filled coffee cups. Then she stood to the side bar, as was her
place. But they hadn't started yet. What were they waiting for, oh yes there
was still one guest missing.
"On Sunday's we all eat together", said the exec. "However, since you are being
punished, you shall have to be bound in our presence." He produced a piece of
rope from under his napkin, and motioned for her to approach. When she was
before him he examined her for a moment, (and she could feel the security guard
examining her from the rear) then finally turned her around to tie her hands
behind her (and allow the quest to examine her front to her shame). Now if you
would take your place we can begin". He gave her a spank to propel her forward
to the place at his left, between himself and the security guard, the place
without a chair.
"I believe introductions are in order" said the CEO He pointed to his right and
indicated the young lady. This is Fifi, she belongs to Mr. Johnson", he said
indicating the older gentleman. "Henry is on the board of directors, and CEO of
Johnson, Snelling and Borsch". Mr. Johnson was looking at her with something
she didn't want to think about. "Then we have Alan Jordon, the new chief of
security. This is Anne. Let's eat."
He stood and picked up the carving knife. "Missy, if you would bring me their
plates."
She was going to have to go to each person and present her backside to accept
their plate in her bound hands. God. How humiliating. She couldn't do it,
tears started to leak from her eyes. She presented herself to the young girl,
accepting her plate and pivoting to present it to the carver. He made her hold
it while he laid a nice cut of white meat on it. He gave her a light spank with
the flat of the knife, so she turned and represented the plate to the girl, and
then proceeded to the older gentleman. He didn't pick up his plate, but
caressed her wounded buttocks for a few seconds. After several more seconds, he
said,
"Well, take it Missy" He expected her to take the plate off the table.
Impossible, she couldn't get her hands to the plate without pushing her backside
right into his face and lap. She couldn't do that. Shit. Damn. She didn't
have a choice. She pushed back into his lap, stretching for the plate. Back,
bending slightly, reaching clumsily, and backing up some more. She was fully in
his lap now, struggling to reach the plate. His hand was exploring every inch
of her buttocks while she did.
She had it. But as she lifted it she felt him slap her buttocks hard. She
almost dropped it, giving a short yelp, but managed to hang on, barely. She
went to the head of the table and presented the plate for some meat, and with
the spank, returned to serve the older gentleman. When she approached cook, she
heard her say, 'Serve from the right and take from the left dear" Oh shit, how
had she forgotten. At least she was getting it right half the time. She was
sure she would be punished for each of the errors. She delivered the plates of
the cook, her husband/gardener, and her aunt. But when she came to the security
man, she had a flash of embarrassment, and miss-stepped falling right into his
lap. Since his eyes were on her every second, he caught her and looked deep
into her eyes for an instant, before returning her to her feet. It only made
the embarrassment higher (and something else too.) He then kindly handed her
his plate, not making her place herself in his lap again, and she got his entre.
When she handed it over he handed her own plate. As she waited for her entre to
be carved for her, it dawned on her; she had no hands to eat it with. She would
have to eat like an animal.
She returned to her place and everyone dug in, at least everyone but her. She
just stood there, as the security guard kept staring at her body at every
opportunity. When the first dish came to him he took a helping and turned to
hand it to her, mindlessly offering it to her plate as if she would take it and
serve herself. There was an awkward moment, and then the light went on. He had
a helpless naked female as his dinner quest. She would have to be helped thru
dinner! Incredible.
He dished some of the vegetables onto her plate, them started to hand the dish
past her, but he couldn't reach far enough to present it to the Mr. Young. He
held the dish to the side of the girl beside him, nudging her gently.
Anne couldn't believe it. She was naked at Sunday dinner, with seven fully
dressed people. They sat, while she stood, her hand bound behind her whipped
back, just above her bruised and welted buttocks. Yet, she was being expected
to participate as though nothing was amiss. To take the dish, she would have to
turn her naked wounded posterior to the man she had only just met. It would
place her butt almost in his face, where he could examine the marks intimately.
There were other intimate things he would be able to see too. Her blush peaked
again, as she turned to reach for the dish. It was heavier this way, and she
was glad he steadied it until she had control of it (or was he taking the extra
time to stare at her ass). She turned to present the dish to the Exec, and he
took it and caressed her cheek.
"Thank you my dear." He said, as he took the dish and served himself. Anne saw
that the security guard had another dish he was ladling onto her plate, so she
turned again to be ready to pass it along. This was so humiliating. (Can
someone's blush become permanent?)
The dishes were all passed, and everyone was eating except Anne, and Alan next
to her. Even the CEO had is head in his plate ignoring the pair next to him.
Finally, Alan got an idea. "I can't feed you up there. Why don't you kneel
down?" He saw a smile spread across the CEO's face out of the corner of his
eye.
Oh God, he was going to feed her. This was so humiliating, demeaning, and.....
She carefully lowered herself to one knee, and then both. She looked up at the
handsome man befside her. She was blushing, near crying, and......
He pulled her plate over in beside his own, and began cutting her food up. He
took her fork and stabbed a piece of turkey, turned and held it out to her.
She had to shuffle forward on her knees to get to the fork he held. When she
got close, he motioned with the fork, and she opened her mouth. He gently
placed the morsel in her mouth and she closed upon it, as he withdrew the fork.
His eyes were on her the entire time, looking into her eyes, boring into her
soul. He presented another forkful of food to her, then dabbed her mouth with
his napkin, then returned to his own meal for a minutes, joining the
conversation at the table.
He ignored her for only a minute, but she felt as though it was hours. He
finally picked up his water glass, took a drink, then seeming to realize she was
suddenly there, offered it to her. She took a sip, and of course spilled a
little. He feigned disgust, as he wiped the dribble from her lips, and then
wiped at her breasts, in case any had got down there. (it hadn't)
Dinner continued, with Anne being alternately, fed, ignored, admired, watered,
and occasionally, fondled. Her emotion rode with it, embarrassed, mad, elated,
sated, and aroused. She had never been on such a rollercoaster. She wasn't
getting a full meal, but that didn't matter. Her emotional state was being
stuffed. Her libido was near bursting.
Dinner was winding down. Everyone had eaten enough. The Mr. Wilson presently
addressed Alan, "Would you please untie her so she can clear and bring the
coffee."
Oh shit! She hadn't made coffee. With everything boiling over, she forgot the
one duty that was hers.
She stood and turned to the man at the head of the table, with tears forming in
her eyes. She been so.... What? But now, she came crashing back to earth,
knowing she would be punished, for this incident, even though it wasn't her
fault. Cook should have been there. It wasn't fair. Tears welled up in her
eyes.
"I'm sorry sir, there is no coffee made."
"Well then I suggest you get some made. Then clear the dishes while it brews.
You will of course be punished for each minute of delay.
Anne dashed to the kitchen and got the coffee started, then cleared the table
and started the dishes till she heard the coffee finish. She took the pot and
the hurried to the dining room.
"We will be retiring to the study, finish your duties, and present yourself
there for your punishment. You have 30 minutes." said the CEO.
She returned to the kitchen and the dishes. Her emotions were still in a
quandary, anger at the setup, arousal from the intimate contact at dinner, dread
for the coming punishment. Her mind was wandering, and she was distracted by
her body's responses, when it happened. She dropped a plate and it smashed to
the floor. The tears exploded from her eyes, her emotions finally overloaded.
She cried for nearly a full minute, before she finally got the broom and cleaned
up the mess.
She finished the dishes, and though she felt like she had completed a marathon,
she walked to the study. She was shocked at what she saw. Fifi was strung up
by her wrists, and cook was lashing her with the cat. The men were sitting in
front, watching with interest, her aunt kneeling at her master's side.
Fifi appeared to be in distress, struggling in her bonds, as the lash struck
again. Oh, she had a large ball gag in her mouth, blocking her cries. Cook
struck again, striking the girl's reddened buttocks, and then rapidly cutting
across the lower belly of the girl. Her violent scream was barely louder than
normal conversation. The girl's butt, back, belly, legs, and breast were all
well marked by the cat.
The older gentleman rose from his chair and approached the girl. He fondled her
body for a moment, causing moans to come from the gag. Finally, he grabbed her
sex in his hand, and rubbed it vigorously, while staring into her eyes.
"What do you want slut?" said the man.
Her only response was to hump against his hand.
"Do you want to get fucked?" he said. She continued to hump his hand, as she
nodded her head vigorously.
Do you know what you have to do to get fucked? She humped his hand and looking
into his eyes, slowly nodded her head.
"This slut lovess five to warm her up, so give her ten, so she won't enjoy it."
Turning back to the hanging girl he said. "Spread you legs, and keep them
open."
The crying girl slowly spread her ankles, then her knees, and then her legs
fully. It had to be hard to hold the position. After a few seconds, cook
stepped forward and flexed the cat's tails. Then using a full circle, underhand
style, she brought the cat up firmly between the legs of the hanging girl. A
scream struggled past the gag in her mouth, and her legs thrashed but didn't
close. The cat struck again, obviously causing the girl great pain, from the
scream that the gag subdued. The third stroke was viscous, and the girl closed
her eyes and screamed fully. Her legs trashing and kicking, Her pumping pelvis
trying to shake the pain off. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into her
owner's eyes, as she spread her legs wider.
SPLAT ! The cat struck again. The girl's eye closed and another muffled
scream sounded, but the legs stayed mostly open, though they pumped and kicked.
Her eyes had barely found her master, when the next stroke landed viciously
between her thighs. The eyes snapped shut, the hips pumped, and the legs
thrashed wildly, kicking and running, a scream nearly fully escaping the gag.
Long seconds passed before the eyes opened again, now pleading. Her owner
merely shook his head and motioned to her legs. Ever so slowly they opened.
The cat swung again, viciously tearing into the girl's sex. The legs pumping,
thrashing, and the scream full throated and long. The girl couldn't take much
more could she? But the cat struck again, even before the legs spread and the
eyes opened. Cook timed the stoke perfectly, catching the girl perfectly, as
the leg pumped. It produced a gurgle instead of a scream, as all the air was
already used.
The man interceded, and grabbed the girl's superheated sex. She jerked back but
he had a good grip, and jerked her back. Starring into her eyes, he waited for
her to look at him. "Do you still want to get fucked?"
Before he got the question out, she was nodding her head, not vigorously, she
was too tired for that, but firmly, and obviously begging beneath the gag.
He turned to the cook and held out his hand for the cat., then walked to the
cupboards, and replaced it with a vicious single-tail. He returned to the girl,
then taking a firm stance, swung the whip up into her open sex. Despite the gag
the scream was blood curdling, and long. The legs opened even wider for a
second, then started running and kicking, as the girl thrashed in her bonds. It
was a long time before the legs became motionless, longer still before the eyes
opened. The eyes were afire with pain, pleading, begging for any mercy. They
found none as the man motioned for her to spread her legs again.
Slowly, she spread her legs, her head shaking no as she did. He looked into her
eyes, and without blinking, brought the leather up again. Her eyes seemed to
pop out of the sockets, and her body went ridged for a long second, before
bursting into activity. A horrendous scream followed. As the activity slowed
he struck again. Again the body went rigid. Only a grunt escaped the gag.
Then the body slumped. The girl's eyes were slits, but she was conscious. He
lifted her chin with the whip, and waited for her to meet his eyes.
"You were told to keep you legs spread, so you will have one punishment stroke."
The girl shook, desperately trying to shake her head no, but there was to be no
mercy. "Spread them slut"
The girl was outright vibrating like a guitar string. She was near exhaustion.
The effort seemed Herculean, but slowly, she spread her legs.
Her owner, drew back the whip, and lashed her viscously across both breasts.
The lash took the girl's breath away, with its unexpected placement. The girl
screamed loudly despite the gag, and slumped in her bonds.
The man nodded and the cook lowered the chains holding the girl up. He guided
her down to the floor, removed the cuffs. Then he removed his pants, kicked her
legs apart and knelt between her legs.
He waited until she looked up, and then drove fully into her sex. She screamed
again. But he gave her no quarter, pounding into her vigorously. Her eyes full
of tears and little screams with each thrust, she started to hump him back,
slowly wrapping her legs around the man ravishing her. They were a blur of
motion, both trying to pound the other into oblivion. After a few seconds the
girl raised her hips and went rigid, screaming into the gag. The she slumped
back after long seconds, her legs hanging limply around her lover. However, he
did not falter, but continued to thrust into the girl. Soon she tightened her
legs and started humping back again. He let her carry the rhythm and reached up
to undo her gag, then picked up the pace again. He pounded into the girl, as
she pulled him down with her legs. Soon she was keening, panting, and begging
him to fuck her harder. Suddenly she exploded again, nearly crushing him with
her legs as she came again.
The couple continued for many minutes, the girl experiencing orgasm after
orgasm, until finally the man went rigid himself, and fell exhausted onto her.
By the time he rolled away, the CEO was there, and he rammed his cock into the
girl as hard as his partner had done. He grabbed the girl's breast and set up a
severe pounding of the young girls flaming sex. The girl screamed and came
almost immediately, and continued to orgasm every few minutes despite the
constant cries as the CEO fucked her wounded burning cunt. When the CEO
finished, the gardener took a turn, and the girl screamed her way thru another
few orgasms. Finally, Alan fell upon the girl and took his turn, but lasted
only a minute.
Anne raged when the security man dropped to the floor. She thought he wanted
her, and here he was fucking this bimbo slut. She turned and fled to her room,
slamming the door loudly and tossing herself on the bed in tears.
About ten minutes had passed, when the door exploded open. Mr. Young burst into
the room, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out to the hall and down to
the study, with her screaming and kicking all the way. The French girl was
lying on an air mattress and her aunt and the cook were tending to her. The men
(except Mr. Young holding her hair) were smoking. She was dragged before the
men seated in their comfortable chairs, and tossed to the floor. Then he seated
himself and lit a cigar.
Anne was terrified. She knew she shouldn't have done what she did, but she was
hurt. At least she thought she was.......
As the chains descended above her head Anne looked around. Miss Julia, the
cook, was approaching her, with the remote for the winch in her hand. Her Aunt
was kneeling between her boss's legs licking his penis. She watched as her
aunt's tongue traveled the length again and again. Occasionally, she would
engulf the entire length for a few seconds before resuming her licking. After a
while she moved to the next chair, and repeated the actions on the gardener.
Anne realized she was cleaning them, licking up the juices of that French slut,
and the spending of the mean. She was disgusted by the sight and her aunt's
wantonness. Yet, as she watched closely, she remembered she too had performed
such a service. She wondered when she would have to perform it again, and if it
would be a less disgusting flavor than the last time.
Her aunt had reached the security guard. She reached up and gave it a big lick
from bottom to top, and he closed his eyes and sighed. Anne was livid again.
She liked the Security man. He wasn't like the others, she could tell. There
had been a kindness and innocence as he fed her dinner. But his closed eyes
indicated he was enjoying her aunt's attentions. He opened his eyes, and they
rose to watch as her wrists were slowly rising above her head. She was being
lifted onto her tiptoes, her body displayed to the room, but especially to those
of the guard. His eyes watched her rise, switching from her eyes, to her marked
tits, to the vee of her sex, then back up to her blushing face and down to her
blushed chest again. She noticed that his hips were moving ever so slightly,
then his hand reached out to caress the hair that tickled his crotch. But his
eyes stayed on her, boring into her flesh. His eyes never left her as he
shuddered.
Anne was in turmoil, had he cum due to her aunt's ministrations, or had he
imagined that it was she consuming his dick. Was it the physical stimulation,
or the mental image that triggered his release? She saw her aunt return to
licking the tool before her, and then realized that the man's eyes had never
left her. The image of her being the one licking that beautiful cock would not
leave her brain. She felt a tingling between her thighs, and realized her
tongue was brushing her lips nervously.
Anne hung from the ceiling as the other lapsed into conversation, often
discussing her for a few moments, before talking of baseball and the upcoming
football season. She sagged as the CEO explained the reason she was hanging
before them, blushed furiously when the discussed her body, but mostly she was
bored by the talk of sports.
Her arms ached, and she shifted from foot to foot, trying to ease her tiring
muscles. How long would they leave her like this? She was no longer aroused,
just sore. They're comments about her no longer caused her to blush. She saw
movement in the corner of her eye and turned to see the cook with a tray of
coffee. She served the men, and then walked to the cupboards. She removed some
items Anne couldn't see, but the tails of the flogger hung in plain sight. She
stepped over to Anne, and placed the things on the floor. She then turned and
stripped off the crisp white blouse she was wearing. Underneath, she wore a
tight black corset, which pushed her breast up and in, but did not cover them.
At a nod from the CEO she turned back to Anne and stooped to pick up something
from the floor. She showed it to Anne. I was a large red rubber ball attached
to some straps. She placed the ball against her lips. "You'd best open up;
you've earned enough distractions to go with your punishment.
Anne looked at the gag, then at the woman holding it, then at the executive.
Then she looked at the gag again, licked her lips and swallowed deeply. Slowly,
nervously, dreadingly, she opened her mouth. The gag was forced into her mouth.
It was huge, stretching her jaw uncomfortably, but there was a large hole thru
it, and she didn't know how bad she would need that hole. The straps were
tugged, pulling it deeper into her mouth. It was buckled tight, very tight.
Then the cook leaned to her ear and addressed the girl.
"Your little tantrum has added a few distractions to your punishment. It would
have been wise to have contained your emotions."
She stooped and raised several items into the girl's sight. Clothespins.
Several clothespins. The cook knelt before the girl, and reached for the girl's
sex. She rubbed it lightly, and with the girl's fear and her stimulation caused
it to swell. She grabbed the outer lips and pulled them back, and down. She
massaged them till they were full and prominent. Then she pulled one down
again. Slowly she released a clothespin to tightly grab the swollen lip. Anne
gave a ragged moan thru the gag.
Ms Julia grabbed the other lip and attached a pin to it. Another gasp struggled
passed the gag and another as she attached a second pin to the same side.
Anne eyes clouded with tears. The clips hurt. She moaned again as the first
lip received its second clip. Anne tried to pant to blow the pain away, but it
just didn't work well with her mouth blocked. Slowly, she adjusted to the
pain.
Ms Julia had not yet risen. She watched as the girl's breathing slowed. When
it reached a reasonable level, she reached once more for the girl's sex. She
reached in and rummaged around until she got a hold of the girl's right inner
labia. She slowly pulled it down, as Anne mewed negatively. Slowly, she placed
a clothespin over the flesh and slowly let it go.
Anne grunted loudly, trying to beg for removal of the excruciating clips. Moans
and whimpers continued as her other in labia was slowly dragged from hiding.
The grunts and whimpers increased even before the clip closed on the tender
flesh.
The mistress stood, and said to the struggling girl, "You don't have any say in
who uses you, OR in who someone chooses to use. You are a slave and a slave
only serves. Understand!"
Slowly, the girl nodded her head. The pain was lessening now, still intense,
but bearable.
"Your punishment will now commence. Your master has ordered 75 lashes with the
flogger, to all areas of your body. Though I may not strike between your legs,
I can try to dislodge the pins. I unfortunately must divide the strokes up
equally between all your whip-able parts. Are you ready to begin?"
Anne was stuck on the number 75. 75 times the lash would fall upon her. She
was sure she would scream all 75 times. Slowly, two thoughts crept into her
brain. One, some of those strokes would fall on damaged flesh. Her buttocks
and breasts were still bruised and swollen. What would it feel like on those
abused parts? Then, she realized what the cook had said. She was going to try
to tear the clips free with the whip. Oh no.
The flogger fell on her back. It stung terribly. She shrieked, gagged there
was no sense holding back. It fell again, and again, the strands igniting
multiple flames of agony in her back. Five times the lashes crossed her back.
Then her question was answered.
The strands cut viciously into her buttocks. Yep it was worse. She gave a full
throated scream thru the gag. "aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!' "ggggaaaaaaa"
"iiiieeeeeeee" "aaaaaawwwwwww" "i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i" Five
times the flames leaped from her derriere.
The lashes reached her thighs. They were yet unmarked. The leather tore into
them, but she hardly noticed, the fire in her butt consuming all her attention.
The lashes fell again, and again, again, and again. Well maybe she did notice.
"eeeeeee eeeeeee eeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeee"
The respite was short, and then the fronts of her thighs ignited. Five times
the lashes fell here. She shrieked and squealed thru the first four. The fifth
caught the clothespins as it pulled her thigh open.
"nnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooo"
The lashes move up. She tried to prepare for the pain of the clothespins being
torn from her tender parts. "gguuh" She tries to fold in half as the air
exploded from her lungs. The lashes had torn into her lower belly. The cook
had delivered a severe stoke knowing the target was not expecting the stroke to
fall there.
Four more times the leather fell on the soft flesh of her gut, but none brought
forth a reaction like the first. Cook paused.
It took a second for Anne to realize that the next strokes would fall on
intimate areas. How would she survive the next ten falls of the leather? Her
breasts were already a mess and the clips on her sex would definitely be
agonizing as they came off. She got the answer.
The strands fell across her left breast. "AAaaaaiiiiiiii"! The scream had
power behind it. All the anticipation had been correct. It hurt like hell.
Her right tit exploded in pain. "oooowwwwwwww" She didn't have time to think
about any more. The lashes fell as soon as she drew a breath after her scream.
"aaaahhhhh! ssssssssss nooooooooo! sssssss gggaaaaaaa".
The cook swung the flogger with a twirl. The lashes didn't spread out, but
stayed packed together. Her target, the Mons Veneris. The strands struck
true, and the clips reverberated with the impact.
Oh God. "YYeeeooooooowwwwwwwwww" ! Anne had never felt anything like it. The
impact sent seismic wave thru her female parts. She was struck there again.
"gggaaaaaaaaaaaaa" She could feel a tiny bit of air burrrp thru her cervix as
her uterus compressed. The leather fell again, but there was no twist this
time. The strands spreading the stinging lash over a wider area, catching the
clips. The clips tried to follow the lash, before springing back. Anne's
scream was beautiful and awful at the same time.
The lash struck again, twisted, compact, and thunderous on the tender mons.
Seismic waves pounded into her uterus and her very ovaries. She'd never felt
her ovaries before, and hoped she never would again. She screamed again.
The fifth stoke was lower, the strands spread out, and jerked back as they
struck. Every one of the clips was driven down, and then pulled left as it
tried to follow the whip. Two of them moved, sliding millimeters across the
flesh, feeling like tears to the screaming girl.
Cook returned to the girls back, delivering five quick hard strokes,
interrupting the screams with the rapid application. Then she applied five more
to the back of the girl's thighs, working from the knees upward. It would
require a WTA line judge to determine if the last of the five was on the thighs
or the buttocks, the outer stands lashing both. Anne's screams were pants now
timed to the lash. "uugg, ooww, aahh ggii, iiii"
The mistress paused, letting the girl draw desperately need air into her lungs.
The girl was covered in sweat. Cook brushed the hair from her eyes, and then
wiped sweat from the girl. She drew it to her mouth, and licked her finger.
"It even tastes different, tangier" she said. The she stepped back and raised
the leathers.
She struck the belly, catching the girl by surprise, but only getting a squeal.
She lashed at the girls naval, then below it, then above, a couple of stray
strands reaching the mons and the breasts respectively. The last stroke was a
vicious cut straight across the naval. That one finally brought a proper
scream.
The lash struck her upper thighs. They were just beginning to swell from the
previous attentions. It hurt badly, but as she grunted her disapproval of the
lash, she knew that the remaining sites would bring much more pain than this.
She endured the next four with grunts, whimpers and moans.
The lash that struck her ass was vicious. It burned a string of welts across
the globes. She screamed, her bruised and swollen butt yelling its indignation.
Again the lashed welted her ass, and her scream renewed itself. Surely she was
being cut to ribbons. The next cut low, where the buttocks met the thighs, but
definitely in. 30-Love.
Anne screamed foul, or something like that. The next cut was higher, halfway to
the peaks, but the scream changed not at all. Another followed in the same
place. The scream wasn't any louder, but it was half an octave higher. Game,
Set.
The sixth lash was a surprise, but the scream was ready anyway. It cut across
the center of her cheeks, cutting deep into the flesh and muscle. The next just
continued the scream, raising further welts on the damaged flesh. The mistress
paused. Anne panted her way back from the edge.
Despite her pain, Anne tried to focus. Gasp, wheeze. Was she done? She
couldn't take much more. Slowly, she realized that there were two odd strokes;
she had been whipped in groups of five until now. What did that mean? There
were no more strokes coming. Please be done. Breathe in. But she knew that
there were two spots punished the first time around, that weren't yet done on
the second set. Breathe out.
My god. Her two most intimate parts were going to receive their 5 each, AND
SHARE THREE EXTRA STROKES. Her tears poured again at the thought. It was soooo
unfair.
She heard some conversation, but tried to ignore it. She could hear a man say
"I couldn't", but the burst of voices that answered were a blur. Who cared?
While they argued, she could rest. The conversation continued.
The conversation ended. There was the sound of moving around. She knew what
that meant. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Alan was getting out of his chair,
was he leaving? He walked toward her, stopping to stare into her eyes, then her
tits, and then back to her eyes.
"I guess I get to finish you punishment", he said as he raised the flogger held
in his hand. "They insist that I not hold back"
'NOOOOOOOOOOO' They couldn't let him. She liked him. He was nice. He
wouldn't hurt her.
What he did first surprised her. He knelt before her and gently removed a
clothespin. She shrieked loudly. Gently? It hurt like hell. He gave her a
minute, and then he removed the next one. It was as bad as the first. Gently
he tried to massage the throbbing flesh. Finally, all the clips were off, and
his hand was rubbing her whole mound, causing her breathing to change. Just as
the feeling turn to something other than pain, the security man finally stood
and looked deep into her eyes for a long minute.
He stepped to her side, and gave the flogger a shake, trying to measure the
distance. He looked her in the eye. She tried to read him. What she saw raised
and dashed her hopes. Lust, she saw raw lust in his eyes. Was it because he
found her attractive? Was it because he found the marks on her breast exciting?
Or was it because he was going to hurt her?
Alan lifted the instrument. He looked straight into the girl's eyes and swung.
The lash was not very good. He eyes weren't on the target, and he was busier
watching than using his muscles. The lash was high, striking her upper chest,
but half the strand caught the upper slope of her breasts. She gave a shriek.
Alan realized he could not watch the girl and strike accurately. Even though
the sight he had just witnessed was beautiful. She had gone from lust, to
begging, to pain, and all beautiful. This babe was just awesome. He couldn't
take his eyes off her.
"Excuse me, Alan". The CEO interrupted his revere. "I believe we were in the
middle of punishing a thief, were we not." His words were hard, but his mouth
held mirth at the corners. He wasn't sure which of these two was under the
thumb of which. Well, he'd have to push that in the right direction. With the
way he was feeling about his assistant, he might need someone to be the girl's
keeper. "Well."
Alan looked at the CEO. Yes, that was right. The girl had stolen from the
company. She did deserve the punishment. And he was glad she wouldn't be going
to jail, sure it would ruin her beauty. He turned back to the girl, drudging up
as stern a look as he could. There was a crushed look in her eyes now.
Reluctantly, he raised his arm.
He struck her firmly across both breasts. The blow wasn't severe, but it was
strong, especially on bruised swollen tits. Anne tried to be strong for him.
She would show him how strong she was. She blinked back the tears, and looked
into his eyes, and gave a tiny nod.
She was telling him it was alright, and she was ready. He brought the flogger
across her tits again, harder this time. Anne gave a short shriek, and a groan
struggling to contain her pain. Her swollen tits hurt terribly. Maybe she
wasn't that strong.
He struck again. This time he watched the lashes compress the swelling of her
breast. Then the boob rebounded seeming to reach out to him.
It was too much. Anne let loose with an agonizing wounded cry. Tears flooded
her eyes. All though of her bravery evaporated.
He struck again, still watching the reaction of the breast meat. It was
fascinating. The bouncing. The reddening. Her spasms. Lifting her chest as
if asking for more, then receding to shake and jerk as she tried to shake off
the pain.
He struck again, pulling back to spread the lashed over the nearer boob. It was
a replay of the previous action, but he watched it as if it was the first time.
Amazing. Incredible. Awesome. If he hadn't witnessed Ms Julia punishing the
girl, the thrashing of the French girl and her response to her ravishment, he
would have thought such punishment obscene, vulgur. Yet now here he was
applying it.
"Alan, I believe you have an offer to make", the CEO interrupted the two.
He wanted to keep drinking in the babe's body, but he wanted something else too.
He leaned down to the girl's ear.
"I know you're a virgin, so this will be a difficult choice. You can accept ten
additional strokes to your breasts, and the final three to you mons. Then you
will hang for 30 minutes and be taken to your room."
TEN MORE! She couldn't take it. Somehow she thought that might be the easy
choice.
"OR, you can have a chance to orgasm. You will spread your legs like Fife for
the final three, and then I will take your virginity, and do my best to bring
you pleasure. Then you can stay for the evening, though you must serve the
others."
Oh god, she wanted to do it with this guy, but the rest was scary. Way too
scary.
"One last thing. If you refuse your chance to orgasm, he says you will not get
another chance for two weeks".
God. She'd already been so horny that she had tried to masturbate, despite the
rules. This shit was making her libido fairly explode. 14 days with what she
was sure would be a raging sexual need, would be a severe punishment in itself.
Still .........
Just then he leaned forward and kissed her, full on the mouth. Passionately.
She responded kissing him back. She tried to desperately to follow his lips as
he withdrew. Her decision was made
FUCK ME, PLEASEEEE.
He lean back, and gave her another kiss. The he stepped in front of her. They
stared at each other for long seconds. Then he said a single word. "Open."
She slowly spread her feet, her eyes lowering and a blush spreading to her
cheeks. She'd never voluntarily exposed herself so intimately. She shook as
she struggled to get her legs farther apart. She hung exposed for seconds,
waiting. She finally opened her eyes. As soon as her eyes met his, his gaze
lowered. They dropped to her open sex. Then slowly he readied the flogger.
SPLAT! The leather smashed into her labia. It felt like she'd been struck by
lightening. Her scream was shrill, animal like, and long. Her legs thrashed,
and she jerked at the chains holding her arms. She was a cornucopia of
movement, all straining muscles and tight tendons.
The girl's efforts slowed, and finally she came to rest. IT was further seconds
before she got her feet under her and opened her eyes. Their eyes met again,
volumes passing between them.
A throat cleared purposefully behind them. Finally he motioned to her legs, and
she slowly, hesitantly spread them as wide as she could.
SSSSSˇSwick. The flogger stuck true again, pounding into her virgin cunt. As
she screamed again, she realized this one was stronger, but still she knew it
wasn't all he had. It didn't matter. Her pussy felt like a red hot mallet had
slammed into her sex. "IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Her performance was repeated. Thrashing, struggling, running, and jerking. It
took her longer to still this time and longer still to open her tear filled
eyes. She had to blink repeatedly to clear them. Alan reached forward and
stroked her cheek, concerned, yet randy as hell.
She tried to convey her forgiveness thru her pain. She knew she was the one
responsible for her punishment. Despite the pain, her sex was alive; the fire
in her loins was attacking from inside as well as out. How strange that
detached portion of her brain thought.
AS her breathing stabilized, her libido grew. Only one more and she could have
this man as a woman should. She knew what she had to do first, so slowly she
opened her legs wide. She begged with her eyes. "Please" she whispered. "Do
it, and Fuck me."
He couldn't believe she would ask for the lash to fall where it would. This
girl was incredible. He kissed her hard a last time, the stood and delivered a
last vicious stroke.
Anne's scream was severe. It felt like she had been split in two. She was sure
she was marked for life. It was awful, she screamed again. Her thrashing
extinguished quicker this time not because it hurt less, but because she was
exhausted. She hung limp in the chains.
She felt her arms lowering, darn that hurts, and felt her body slowly puddling
to the floor. She felt hands guiding her, and stretching her out supine. Those
hands caressed her body, causing sharp intakes of breath when touching
particularly sensitive areas. They disappeared momentarily, then returned on
her thighs, spreading them.
She forced her eyes opened, he was naked now, between her thighs. Her eyes were
pleading, hoping he'd take the pain away, fearing the pain that would come
first. He fell onto his arms not quite touching her. The she felt her sex
throb. He'd placed he prick on her labia. It felt cold on her inflamed flesh.
She locked her eyes on his and said a single word.
"Please"
"Ahhhhhhhh!" He rammed into her as far as her hymen. Her burning flesh hot
against is cock. He let her draw a breath after her scream then jammed himself
thru her hymen.
"IIIEEEeeeee"! Her scream had more vigor than the last. She was positively
burning, wet, tight, and oh so hot. He drew back slightly, and drove himself
fully into her.
She'd been stabbed with a hot knife, no a sword. Her sex burned, and torn, she
felt. He was pulling out, but stopped before he left completely.
He rammed back in, bring a half scream from the girl. Then he set up a steady
pace.
She was giving a strangled cry with each inward stroke. The pain was intense,
but each grunt seemed to let it leak away a little. There was also the other
feeling, but it couldn't get thru.
"Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh" Her eyes were still screwed
tightly shut. But the tingle was quietly growing. Her pain was hiding it.
He was sliding in and out now, her virginal blood lubricating his passage, but
there was more. Her body's natural reaction was mixing with the blood. Damn
this was good, better than his earlier mating. He could do this all night.
"Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh". The pain was lessening, but still she couldn't
concentrate on anything else. The tingle had grown but still couldn't get her
attention.
"Nn Nn Nn Nn Nn" She was beginning to feel the penetration of her inner
recesses, thru the pain. It felt good, pleasurable.
"NnEhOoo" he'd switched to longer, deeper strokes. The stretch, the impact, and
the caress of her cervix. "NnEhOoo" The throbbing changed. It was coming from
a different center now tooˇˇˇ
"OHHhhh" "OHHhhh" "OOHHhhh" It felt different now. Not painful, though she felt
pain elsewhere down there. Not ticklish, though she felt as if she wanted to
laugh. Different? New? Pleasurable? That was it, pleasurable.
"Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh" it was growing. Expanding. Improving. She realized
her hips were thrusting up to meet each entrance into the depth of her cunt.
They drove faster and faster, harder and harder......
"IIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"! It had hit like a ton of
bricks. Her body went rigid, her hips the only thing not completely still.
When her scream ran out, she didn't even draw the next breath; her body just
reverberated like a string on a base fiddle. On and on she tremorred.
He switched with her orgasm, trading length for speed. Using just the end of
his stroke to stay as deeply within her as possible.
She drew a breath, and fell back to the floor, in exhaustion.
Alan slowed his strokes, drawing one hand up to wipe his face. He was going to
have to pace himself, he was sure it would take him awhile to cum for the third
time since lunch. He thrust lightly for nearly, a minute. The she opened her
eyes, staring in wonderment at the man probing her depths. As he leaned down
and kissed her, her hips started a swirling, humping motion. He increased his
stroke again.
It felt great. She could feel every inch of the penetration now. She squeezed
her vagina as hard as she could, more imagining than truly feeling each vein
wrinkle and ridge of his cock.
Their pace picked up again, he started to hammer the girl beneath him again.
Her arms encircled him as he stroked into her. She was humping harder. He
could see her building to another peak. He remembered that article he read in a
magazine once. Some book review, a how to something or other1. Nine short
shallow strokes, then one full deep one, repeat. No better time to try than
now. 1,2 3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, 10 1,2,...
Anne was responding to the rhythm. a a a a a a a a a Ahh o o o o o o o o o
OHHH i i i i i i i i i EEE. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and
matched his rhythm. But her legs were pulling him deeper. He fought to
maintain his placement, but she was pulling relentlessly. He was losing ground,
or rather gaining it. He tried to keep the same stroke, and was soon bumping
into her cervix each tenth stroke. Soon he was fairly pounding on that portal.
"NO o o o o o o o o o No o o o o o o o o o MY GOD!" Anne exploded again
giving a couple of deliberant spaced thrusts, then appear to be electrocuted.
Rigid, yet spasmming at the same time. On ten he just stayed at the bottom of
her cunt, feeling the muscles grab and milk at his cock. It was almost enough
for him too, but not quite. When she relaxed he started a slow leisurely
copulation. More to keep him erect than to stimulate her.
He was exhausted, panting almost as hard as she had moments ago. When she
opened her eyes he gently rolled them both over. She looked at him confused for
a minute, and then she figured it out. Slowly, clumsily she started to hump at
him.
She sat up to get more leverage, and gave and involuntary gasp. Holy Hannah.
He reached the very bottom ( or was it top) of her vagina. Interesting. She
set up a tentative rhythm. This was great. He was tapping just above her
cervix. TAP TAP TAP What would happen if.....?
She started slam fucking him. Her hands on his chest she levered up then jammed
herself down as hard as possible. BAM BAM BAM BAM
He felt his cock banging against the roof of her cunt. She was also milking the
very root of his tool. Thank you, god of stamina, for only granting me an
average blessing. There was something to be said for being on the bottom.
She rode him vigorously. This was great. She could feel every inch of this
wonderful dick. It was reaching places that she never knew she had. It
stretched her wonderfully. However, the tingling was only moderate. Well it
was almost as strong as what she had done with her fingers, but not near the
level she had reached twice in the last few minutes. Still she rode on, it was
too good to quit.
She had him near the edge, so close. He just needed that little extra, but he
wasn't going to interrupt. It felt too good. She was tiring though, her hips
were less demanding. Finally, she slowed, and fell forward onto his chest.
For some reason he grabbed her hips, down low at the top of the protruding bone.
He wanted to continue to feel her sliding on his cock. He pushed her down, and
pulled her back up his body. It felt good, he levered her body up and down over
his.
Her eyes flew opened. "AHHH. AHHH. WWHAT. AAREE. YOUU. DOOO. ING?
He kept up the pushing and pulling. He wasn't thrusting at all, just their
loins pressed together as he slid her whole body up and down his.
AHH. AHHH. AHHHH. AHHHHHH. OH GOD, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEE"
Her orgasm was all he needed. The muscles of her vagina felt like a rolling
machine on all sides of his cock. It was too much; he blasted his cum into her
soft box, as she collapsed on top of him. They kissed intimately as their
eyes closed.
