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"When will we be
there? I'm so bored!" I knew that bothering him
while he was driving wasn't a smart move, but it felt like we had been driving
forever.
"One more time, young
lady. That's all its going to take for you to regret opening your
mouth." Pete replied sternly.
I decided maybe he was
right. After all, he did come up with some pretty nasty punishments
when he was cranky and tired. I sat back with my music player and
tried to make the time go by faster. Try as I might, I just couldn't
sit still. Maybe if I could get him entertained he wouldn't be in
such a foul mood.
"Baby, you look
tired. Let's make this trip a little more exciting..." I
trailed off as I started to reach for his belt buckle. Maybe a
blowjob would make him a little less irritated.
"What do you think you're
doing?" he roared. "This is neither the time nor
place!"
I knew I had gone too far as I felt the
car slow down suddenly. Pete was pulling off the interstate next to
a wooded area. I thought I might buy some mercy by suddenly being
perfect, but Pete wasn't about to buy my act. After the car was
safely on the shoulder, Pete got out of the car and opened the
trunk. I heard him moving about, but I didn't recall us putting
anything in the trunk. Maybe he was just going to get a
drink. Suddenly, he appeared at the passenger side door with a red
book bag. "Get out of the car and bring your coat, " he
said gruffly.
Surely he doesn't plan to punish me here,
on the side of the road! Everyone can see! It would be
sure to draw some people coming over to check on me, and Pete, as a lawyer,
knew that our jobs (I'm a teacher) would not be very secure if we were seen
engaging in odd activities on the side of the road. "I said get
out of the car!" Pete yelled at me. He grabbed my hand and
started pulling me through the trees and bushes next to the
interstate. The gravel and sticks hurt my feet as I stumbled after him.
"I warned you about doing stupid things
while I was driving!" Pete said coolly. "I guess its going
to take an attitude adjustment for us to get there
peacefully!" I sucked in the hot summer air and tried to look
pitiful. "Take off your clothes and don't say a word" Pete
said as he began rooting through the book bag. I slowly took off my
clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a tree stump. I
tried to see the car, but we were too deep in the woods. Somewhere
in the distance, I could hear a dog barking. When I looked over a
Pete, I knew that I wasn't going to be happy for the rest of the trip.
"I believe its time you experienced
what real punishment is all about." Pete's eyes were scanning
my body as my nipples hardened in the hot summer air. Pete and I
have been dabbling in play punishment for a few months, but we've never had to
go farther than a hard spanking here or there..mostly for back talking
him. "I'll even let you help decide the punishment" Pete
laughed wickedly as he handed me 2 six sided dice. I looked at him
confused. "Roll them" he said.
As I rolled the dice, I looked at the
implements that Pete had assembled. There was a leather belt, our
new flogger, a nasty looking paddle, and a couple of clothespins. I
had experienced all those at some point but never all
together! "I got a 2 and a 5" I told him.
"Excellent" he
replied. "We're going to multiply them together and that is how
many strokes you are going to get on that particular body part. I
like to call this the 'Total Body Punishment' because most of your body is
involved. You will receive punishment to your feet, thighs and ass,
stomach, breasts, and best of all, your cunt." Pete knew how I
hated being whipped on my pussy. "We'll work from the feet
up...but first we need to prepare those beautiful nipples of yours with some
clothespins." As Pete spoke, he was crushing my sensitive
nipples with the obviously new clothespins. I gasped sharply as they
bit me.
"Since we're starting with the feet,
I need to you lay on your stomach with your feet in the
air." Pete was picking up the belt and winding it around his
hand. My stomach was beginning to feel queasy. "You
will ask for every stroke and thank me. If I don't hear it, I'll
assume you didn't feel it and we'll repeat it." I knew this
wasn't going to make the rest of the ride very
comfortable. "You may begin." he laughed.
"Please, sir, hit my foot with your
belt." I asked meekly. I heard the belt swish through the air
and crack on my soles. I stifled a scream. "One,
sir, thank you. May I have another?" Once again, the
belt slammed into my foot. "Two, sir, thank you. May
I have another?" After 10 strokes, I wondered how on Earth I
was going to walk back to the car barefoot.
"Excellent, bitch" Pete
exclaimed when my feet were done. "Its time to continue on to
your thighs and ass. Roll the dice!" I rolled a six
and a two...twelve. I took a deep breath. "Twelve,
sir" I informed Pete as he picked up the paddle. "Get up
and assume the position" Pete growled. I stood and brushed myself
off, then grabbed my ankles. "Sir, please punish my ass with
your paddle," I cried.
"As you wish!" Pete replied as
he took a swing directly in the center of my tush. I held in my
scream. It felt more like a baseball bat than a
paddle." "One, sir, thank you. May I please
have another?" I breathed slowly. "Certainly!" Pete
smiled as he prepared for impact. Twelve strokes on my ass and upper
thighs. While it wasn't many strokes- I have had much more- it was
the force of the strokes and the lack of a warm up. I just prayed I
wouldn't have blisters from the holes in the paddle. When my twelve
were finished, I could tell Pete was getting hard...and the punishment was not
even half over yet!
I rolled the dice. One and
six...not bad this time. I informed Pete as he was picking up the
flogger. I could tell he was disappointed, but I was
not! "I guess I should add a die next time," he
said. "Stand with your feet apart and your hands clasped behind
your head, slut." I could see the bulge in the front of Pete's
pants. I began the ritual "Please, sir, flog me on my
stomach." Pete took a large upswing and hit me as hard as he
could. I doubled over, suddenly unable to
breathe. "Remain in position!" Pete
yelled. "Guess that one doesn't count!"
Tearfully, I resumed
position. "Please, sir, flog me on my
stomach." I could barely get the words out. This
time, I did not miss the count, but instead squeaked out "One sir, please
give me another." After my four counted strokes were completed,
my belly was blotchy and sore. Then, I remembered my breasts were
next.
Pete loves to punish my breasts because
they respond so much to his touch. Aside from my cunt, my breasts
are my least favorite place to get punished because they are so
tender. Pete grabbed me and pulled me over. "While I
prepare the next implement, I want you to remember what clothespins are
for," he said sneakily. He took off the clothes pins, and I
could see my flattened nipples. Pete rolled them around in his hands
while I tried to contain the pain, then he re clipped the clothespins on in the
opposite direction on the very tip. My nipples were white hot with
pain. "Keep those hands on your head!" Pete said as he
began walking away.
When Pete came back moments later, he had
a long, thin tree branch in his hands. "I thought you might
enjoy some nature coming back with us" he giggled as he shaped the tip of
the branch. He tested it a few times with a couple of practice
swings. When he felt he had edited the branch enough, he came over
me. "Roll the dice"
My hands shook as I rolled the
dice. Five and four. I sadly reported my number to Pete
as he laughed and unclasped the clothespins. "Please, sir,
hit my breasts with your limb." I heard the whip cut
through the air and land directly on my right nipple. I screamed
"Thank you sir, that was one. Please...another!" as the
pain radiated through my body. The next few aims were not as evil,
but numbers 13 through 15 were direct nipple hits. I wasn't sure if
my legs would hold up until number 20. When it was all over, tears
were streaming freely down my face. Pete gave me a few seconds to
collect myself.
"Because your last whipping was so
hard, I'll give you a choice," Pete told me. "Roll the
dice." I was crying as I rolled a 15. "You can
either take all 15 directly on your pussy with any implement you choose...or
you can take 5 strokes of the tree whip on each of your punished parts, plus 5
on your pussy." I could see the gleam in Pete's eye as he
waited for my answer. "You have five seconds to decide...or
I'll start adding strokes." I knew I could not stand 15 strokes
of ANYTHING on my pussy, because if I knew Pete, I knew all 15 would be clit
hits. I decided to go with the spread out punishment right as my
five seconds were up.
"I figured you'd choose that,"
Pete smiled deviously. "You know I'm still going to make it
worth my while! The only strokes you have to count are the pussy
strokes. Get in position for your 5 on feet." As I
lay down on the ground, the floor of the woods wreaked havoc on my already
painful stomach. I put my feet in the air and barely had time to
breathe as Pete laid 5 of the strongest strokes yet on my feet all in
succession. I screamed. "Quickly, assume position!" I
struggled to jump up and grab my ankles. Just as quickly as before,
Pete laid 5 strokes down my ass and thighs. I didn't even have the
energy to scream anymore. "Hurry it up! Time for
stomach!" When those 5 were completed, Pete
smiled. "Just a little more, baby...then we can have a nice
quiet ride." I didn't even have the energy to glare at him as
he laid 3 strokes on each nipple. "That was 6!" I
cried. "I didn't want it to feel left out!" he
replied. "Lay on the ground with your legs apart."
"Its almost over..." I told myself
as I got down on the ground. Pain was flooding my entire
body. Maybe the pain from everywhere else would help cover up the
pain soon to be in my pussy. Pete got down on the ground, spread my
pussy lips apart and kissed my clit. "Sorry, little buddy. This
is going to hurt." I gasped "Please, sir, punish my
pussy!" and Pete cracked his little whip directly on my clit. I
clamped my legs together and managed to squeeze out "Thanks, one, again!" Pete
smacked my butt to remind me open my legs and hit again. How did he
get such painful accuracy while still hitting so hard? "Thanks,
two, oh God...again..." The rest of my strokes finished out in
a haze of pain.
Pete pulled me off the ground, collected his "tools" and put them up. Then, he put my clothes in the bag as well. "What am I going to wear to the car?" I asked when I had caught my breath. "Wear your coat. But wear it backwards. You'll be taking it off in the car," he replied. We walked back to the car, and I stood by the door waiting for Pete to unlock it. "I have one more present for you, honey!" he smiled as he brought a black mat to my door. "You're going to sit on this on the way back!" The mat was the door mat to our back door, where Pete wipes his feet before he comes in the house. It has prickly black plastic spikes all over it to aid in cleaning the shoes. I began to cry quietly as Pete opened my door and placed it on my seat. It covered the the entire seat and went down my legs some. I got in the car and pulled the coat around to cover just my front. Pete got in the driver's side and looked at me approvingly. "Well, I must say...we added on some time, but I think the rest of the ride should go quite smoothly!" I just gazed out the window and did not reply. Now was not the time to ask how much longer we had.
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