Six Little Words

SIX LITTLE WORDS

 

Book 1

Chapter 6

 

     The clip faded out and then immediately back in.  The camera was stationary and showed an empty room.  It was possibly a basement somewhere.  Everything was bare cement painted white.  Jim heard the click of high heels, and Cathy led Jessica blindly in on a leash.  They were both dressed as before.  Jessica didn’t seem happy, she was almost being dragged along, but she was helpless to resist.  Cathy led her to the center of the room where a rope hung down.  She then tied the rope to the ring at the end of the single glove and detached the leash from Jessica’s collar.  The rope began to rise shortly after Cathy stepped out of the camera’s view.  The rope continued upward, bringing the single glove with it, until Jessica’s bound arms were almost straight up.  She mewed into her gag and balanced precariously on her high heeled boots.  Cathy came back into the picture carrying a red leather hood.  It had no mouth or eye holes, and laced down the back.  Two small holes were set with grommets where the base of the nose would go. Jessica’s beautiful hair was braided and piled on top of her head in a fashion that Jim now understood.  As Cathy pulled the hood over her head, she pulled Jessica’s hair through a hole at the top of it.  She then laced it down the back until it fit Jessica’s head like a second skin.  Jim now realized what was going on.  Jessica was going to get whipped.  Her arms were pulled up so that she couldn’t protect herself.  The hood would protect her face and keep her hair out of the way.    He was sure of it when Cathy briefly left the picture and returned with a riding crop. 

     The first blow landed on Jessica’s left butt cheek, leaving a bright pink welt.  The crack echoed through the empty room, and Jessica spun away from the attack.  Being blind, she had no chance as Cathy moved behind her again.  Not only could she see nothing, but the thick leather hood cut off almost all of her hearing.  The rope from the single glove, and the hobble at her ankle kept her to about a five foot square area.  The uncomfortable position forced her to offer up her rear for punishment.  Cathy struck her again on the other cheek, and as she spun around, caught the underside of her left breast.  A torrent of muffled yelps came from Jessica’s gagged lips.  The stroke to her breast got her spinning the other way, and Cathy managed to get her on both buttocks once before she could change direction.  “That’s only five.  You’ve got a ways to go” Cathy said loudly, as she ducked around and took a shot at the unmarked breast. 

     By number forty, Jessica was like a skittish wild animal being terrorized.  She was covered in sweat and breathing heavily.  An almost constant gagged wail emitted from under the hood.  Her entire ass was now crimson, with bright pink welts covering her breasts and inner thighs.  Both nipples had been hit several times.  Jim wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not.  The chain that ran between her legs protected her clit, and although Cathy had rubbed her labia several times with the tip of the crop, she had not struck her pussy directly.  Jessica let out a gagged shriek, and did a hysterical dance of panic every time the crop struck her.  Every tender area of her body had been struck several times.  “That’s the difference between fifty and only twenty five or thirty.  With the fewer strokes, she would possibly have a chance of only having some areas struck once.”  Jim thought.  Her nerves were already on fire when they were struck again.  He was amazed that she managed to stay upright in the stiletto heels.  He wondered if she would be on the ground if it weren’t for the rope holding her up. 

     Fifty finally came, but there was no sympathy for Jessica.  Cathy released the rope, her arms fell behind her, and she was again able to stand upright.  She looked tipsy for a moment, like she was going to fall over without the rope’s added support.  She eventually regained her balance as Cathy re-entered the picture with several brownish items.  After a moment, Jim realized that they were burlap sacks.  She went around behind Jessica and looped a partially fold sack around her breasts like a tube top.  Jessica let out a gagged moaned as the scratchy material contacted her abused globes, but there was nothing she could do as Cathy tied it tightly behind her.  She then unlocked the crotch chain and draped a folded burlap sack over it.  Jessica let out another muffled moan as she pulled it tight and snapped the padlock back in place.  Burlap was now in contact with her labia, clit, and anus.  The parts hanging out around the sides of the chain would rub against her already sensitive inner thighs.  Another sack with an opening at both ends was pulled over her head and tied off at her waist with a piece of rope.  It hung down like a long skirt, reaching about an inch from the floor.  Cathy hooked the leash to her collar and walked her off camera.  The scene faded out, but quickly faded back in.  It was taken from the original camera facing the cage.

     Jessica stood in front of it, clad as she had a moment before.  Cathy unsnapped the leash, and pulled another burlap sack over her head and down her body to below her rear.  Jessica was now covered from head to toe in burlap.  Cathy took pieces of rope and tied them tightly around her at her neck, above and below her breasts, waist, thighs, above and below her knees, and at her ankles.  The scratchy material contacted every part of her body, and she was very tightly tied.  Cathy had her kneel down, and then forced her backwards into the cage.  She locked the door with a heavy padlock, and said “I’ll se you in the morning” as the clip ended. 

     Jim couldn’t imagine what Jessica could have done to be punished so severely by Cathy.  He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or not.  He also didn’t know if he had the right to ask or not.  Jessica did know, and had given him her permission to snoop on her computer, but he really was invading her privacy.  He’d think it over later.  It was time to get moving.  A glance at his watch told him that Jessica only had an hour left to clean, and she hadn’t even started in the bedroom or the master bath.  He doubted that she would make it in time, but was having second thoughts about spanking her after what he’d just seen. 

     He found her in the living room folding clean laundry.  He stood and watched her from the doorway for a few moments.  It amazed him how effortlessly she worked while her arms and wrists were restrained, and she wore padded gloves.  He had a thought, and ducked back into the bedroom before she saw him.  Back at her computer, he started the second video clip again, fast forwarding it until the whipping began.  He paused it, re-sized the window, and zoomed in on her pubis and the crotch chain.  She was wet, dripping wet.  He fast forwarded it until about half of the whipping was over and paused it again.  She was so wet that her fluids were running down the insides of her thighs.  He hadn’t noticed it before, but really he had.  He fast forwarded once more to the place where Cathy was putting the burlap skirt on her.  As it came over her head, he paused the clip and zoomed it in again.  The burlap sack trapped between her legs by the chain was obviously damp.  He closed the video clip, and sat back to think.

     “She had said that she didn’t like to be spanked.  Was she lying to him?  Her reaction to the riding crop certainly looked like she despised it.  She had said that she liked to be controlled, to be totally helpless.  Maybe that was it.  She hated being spanked, but got off on the fact that she was incapable of stopping it.”  He would make sure that she didn’t get all of her cleaning done on time.  He pulled the list of chores she had made out of his pocket, unfolded it, and began reading.

     Jessica was still folding laundry in the living room.  Jim went room to room to check on the things that she was supposed to have gotten done.  Quite a few were finished, and he was surprised that she hadn’t rushed and tired to do anything halfway.  Every thing she had done, she had done well.   There was, however, quite a few things on the list that remained.  He was sure that she wouldn’t finish in time.  She had already stated that her bondage was so restrictive that she could just barely finish everything in her regular eight hours.  She was now trying to do it in half the time, and he was sure that his shortening of her leg iron chain didn’t help. 

      When he returned to the living room, Jessica was almost finished folding the two baskets of laundry.  Several stacks of towels of assorted sizes covered the coffee table in front of the sofa.  He walked over to her and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, purposely knocking over several stacks of folded laundry in the process.  “Hi love, opps, sorry.  I guess you’ll have to do those over again.”  She glared at him over her gag.  “It’s not like you’re going to get done with everything anyway.”  He pulled the list out and showed it to her.  “I’ve been checking up on you.  You’ve done a really good job, but it’s not even going to be close.”  She was ignoring him, already refolding the towels he’d knocked over.  “Fine, have it your way.  I’m going to have a beer and relax.  I’m going to be pretty busy in forty-seven minutes.” 

 

 

    

 

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