ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

Christina has her own little private session with Bonnie.  Just the two of them in Christina’s basement with a belt and an incline board as Bonnie’s ‘exercised’ naked.

Chapter Three

       Their work day over, Christina orders Bonnie to her house for a couple hours without telling her why.  Not given a choice, knowing it’s not going to be good, Bonnie reluctantly follows her home.  Walking down into Christina’s basement, the sit-up board caddy corner against the far wall of the old hand laid rock foundation, Bonnie turns as Christina flips on the bare bulb hanging from the exposed wire running across the wooden beams angled in the ceiling.  The unshielded light glaring down into the musty room casts shadows around the outer edges, across the uneven stone floor.

       “Well… Go ahead and strip… Its exercise time.”  Christina smirks as she steps around Bonnie.  “I think we’ll start with some sit-ups… Okay?... Now do it… Take off those damn clothes!”

       Frustrated, irritated, yet realizing she doesn’t have a choice, Bonnie hesitantly obeys. Slowly slipping her oversized top up off her shoulders, without a bra as ordered, the gold chain dangles between her breasts from the ‘O’ rings stretching at her sore nipples. Silently dropping her top to the floor next to the wall, she leans and slips her shorts down across her hips, over her gym shoes and stands.

       “Shoes too.”

       Glancing scornfully toward Christina, slowly shaking her head back and forth while obeying, slipping off her right, left shoes, she stands with an arm folded defiantly across her chained breasts, embarrassingly covering her altered globes in front of her.  Staring toward the incline board as she drops the shoes and shorts into an accumulating pile, she then drops a hand across her thong.

       “Panties too Bonnie… This is a completely naked workout.”

       Following Christina’s orders, almost ripping the panties down off her hips, dropping them across her shoes, she again forcefully crosses an arm across her breasts, a hand in front of her freshly shaven pubic mound as she glances toward the board over in the corner.

       “Hands behind your head… Let’s see those pierced tits and that shaved pussy before we get started.”  Christina smirks as she crosses her arms, stares into Bonnie’s eyes.  “And push those tits out for me… Stretch that chain while you spread those legs too.”

       Angrily gripping her fists together behind her neck, spreading her legs, Bonnie feels her face flush as the chain dangles then stretches between her spreading breasts, tugging at her ‘O’ ringed nipples as her shoulders arch back.  Glaring toward Christina, her heart pounding, knowing Christina’s intentionally trying to push her buttons, she waits for what seems like minutes as Christina slowly strolls around her, inspects her naked body.

       “Okay… That’s the board.”  Christina points toward the slanting board.  “Lay back on it, hands up on the grips…. Then raise those legs straight up toward the ceiling… And don’t bend them.”

       Kneeling, sitting on the slanted board, laying back and reaching above her, Bonnie grips the round tubular knee extensions on either side.  Flattening out, stretching her legs downward, adjusting herself as she slides on the board, she stretches her naked body out taut, the chain glistening as it quivers between her bare breasts.  Feet rising, legs arching upwards, she feels her arms tugging above her head as her fingers grip around the tubes.  Legs still curling, her stomach muscles tensing as her hips rise with her bowing back, she watches her feet lift toward the ceiling, her toes pointing upward as she contorts, holds her breath.

       “Okay… We’ll start with a few simple leg exercises.”  Christina instructs as she kneels, places her hand across Bonnie’s quivering navel, the other against an uplifted thigh.  “What we’re going to do is to stay in order… Each time I smack you across your stomach with a belt, you’ll lower your legs… Understand?”

       Glancing up toward Christina, the black leather belt lying on the floor beside the inclined board, Bonnie’s heart pounds as she hesitantly nods, glances up toward her swaying feet as Christina forces her leg even further upward.  Still angry, she also begins to feel the queasiness in the pit of her stomach as she senses what’s coming.

       “Now… Each time I smack you across your tits with that belt there.”  Christina continues as she stands up, positioning herself beside the slanted board.  “You’ll raise your legs until they’re straight up in the air… Understand?... Now explain how this is going to work Bonnie.”

       Again glancing toward the leather belt curled next to them on the floor, barely shaking her head back and forth, her heart now racing after hearing Christina’s orders, she mutters. “Smack me across my… My stomach… I… I lower my legs… And… And smack me across my… My breasts… I raise my legs up… Straight up.”

       “Very good girlfriend!... Now let’s get started.”  Christina smirks as she leans beside Bonnie, picks up the belt, uncurls it.

        ‘Thwack!’

       “Oomph!”  The belt slapping across the chain, flattening both nipples, Bonnie grunts as she hesitates, the sharp pain resonating through her sore breasts, stretched all day by the chain hanging down from between them.  Slowly raising her legs upward, she presses her feet together as her anger begins to turn to concern.

       ‘Smack!’  A second crack of the belt across Bonnie’s bare breasts as Christina scowls.  “Higher then that Bonnie… I said straight up… And don’t bend those knees…. Keep them straight… Understand?”

       Jerking her legs straight upward, nodding her head as she arches on her backside, Bonnie barely mutters.  “Yea....Umph!… Yes I… I understand Chris!... Okay!... Okay!”

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Oomph!”  Bonnie grunts again as the belt smacks across her hollowed stomach, jolts her breath with the surprising sting across her flexing navel.  Lowering her legs in unison, feeling her heels touching the floor together, she flattens back on the inclined board, her abs rippling, breasts swaying toward her sides, stretching the chain between her nipples as her tit flesh’s already splotched with the impressions of the flat belt.  Almost rasping for breath, the pain sharp across her sensitive flesh, she struggles to maintain her composure.

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Uumph!… Damn it!!”  Grunting, mumbling, Bonnie arches her hips, raises her legs as she forces her feet straight up above her, the pain searing in her right nipple from the belt catching across it’s ‘O’ ring.  Fingers tensing on the grips, her stomach again flattening, hollowing as her thighs tautly stretch upward, she holds her position, her breath, again glancing wide eyed toward the belt swaying in Christina’s hand swinging down toward her stomach.

       ‘Smack!’

       The leather slapping across her sunken navel again, she jerks, lowers her legs, the left foot slightly below the right as her heels kick painfully against the harsh stone floor.  No grunt this time, her arms already feeling a slight burn as she grips even tighter, her naked body bowing, straightening.

       “Now you’re getting into it Bonnie.”  Christina smirks.  “A few more and we’ll move on to another exercise where I can use this belt across your pussy!... Okay?... I said… That okay with you Bonnie?”

       Glancing toward Christina, toward the belt, waiting for her to smack her across her breasts with it again, she bites her lip as she nods, mutters in anger.  “Yea… Yea Chris… I guess it has to be Okay…Huh?”

       “Wow!... Girlfriend.”  Christina grunts as she flips the belt.   ‘Thwack!’  A harsh slash across Bonnie’s breasts, even as she’s raising her legs and Christina scolds.  “Don’t be a smart ass Bonnie!”  ‘Thwack!’  The harshest flick yet. “Now lift those legs higher… I said higher!”  Another backhand with the belt glances across Bonnie’s quivering breasts. ‘Thwack!’

       “Agghhhh… Fuck!... Okay!… Okay Chris… Okay!”  Bonnie blurts out as Christina lets the strap sway back and forth in her hand.

       Raising her legs, stretching her feet, arching, bowing her back, she turns her head as the belt curls down toward her chest.  ‘Thwack!’  As the belt flattens across her burning breasts, tearing at the ’O’ rings being stretched by the chain, Bonnie grunts.  ‘’Oh my God!… Okay!... Damn… Damn… Damn it!!... That fucking hurts Chris!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!!”  The belt slashing back and forth, crisscrossing across Bonnie’s jerking breasts, Christina again scolds above her grunts.  “I said don’t be a smart ass Girl… I’ll wear these tits out if you keep it up… Understand?... And keep those legs up!”

       Twisting, jerking her head back and forth, Bonnie grunts.  “Okay!…. Okay… Yes damn it!... I can’t help it… I’ll try.… Okay!... God!”  Her mind now struggling to block the pain, racing to think how to get Christina to stop, she feels the pain rippling throughout her exposed body.

       “Then spread those legs… Wide… And hold them still.”

       Hearing Christina’s orders, glancing toward the belt again swaying in her hand, tears bead in Bonnie’s eyes as she glances across the stretched chain, at her uplifting thighs as her feet spread apart.  Frantically glancing toward the belt, back toward her spreading slit, she mumbles.  “Chris… Chris… Please… Please don’t… Ple…”

       ‘Thwack!... Thwack!!’

       “Ooomph!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  Hips jerking, her body arching on the incline board as Christina grips one of her lifted ankles, Bonnie screams as Christina backhands, forehands the belt again directly between her spread thighs, the strap ripping into her exposed vagina, flattening across her bared clit.  “Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!”

       “Keep those legs apart… Like I said!”  Christina again scolds as she lets the strap’s tip slide back and forth across Bonnie’s flexing stomach, also feeling the tremors through her uplifted leg as she still tightly grips Bonnie’s ankle with her free hand.  “I warned you I was going to spank that pussy!... Now!… Start spreading your legs as wide as you can when I lash your tits again…. Go!”

       “Thwack!… Thwack!” 

       “Oooommmpphh!!”  A long grunt as Bonnie feels the leather again smacking across her breasts, her nipples, the chain jerking across her chest.

       “Push those tits out… Arch!”  Christina orders as the belt’s tip flicks across Bonnie’s nipples, the ‘O’ rings.        

       Spreading her legs apart, pointing her toes, arching her back, she grips the handles in her whitening fingers as she feels her breasts stretching toward her sides, the chain tightening between the painful ‘O’ rings as her globes thrust upwards.  Doing a split, her abs rippling as her stomach muscles tighten, she bites her lip, grunts as she arches as far back as she can, her shoulders bowing.

       Glancing over toward Christina, almost broken, she barely mumbles.  “Okay?... This okay?”  Holding her pose, glancing down across the multiple splotches, welts from the belt’s impressions marring her bare skin, she braces for the leather strap.

       Concentrating on Bonnie’s quivering legs, her feet noticeably trembling as she keeps them spread apart, Christina’s blurts out her next command.  “Raise your hips some more too… And keep those thighs spread… Bare that pussy for me some more…. That’s it!”

       ‘Thwack!’  Flicking her wrist, Christina snaps the belt directly across Bonnie’s puffy vulva, her clit.

       “Uuummmph!... Oh my God!!”  Her legs jerking, pressing closer together, then further apart, Bonnie jerks her head back and forth, glares up toward her gripping hands twisting frantically above her.

       “How… How much more… How much… Chris?”  She pleads as her darting eyes catch Christina stepping toward the other side of her, the belt still swaying from her clenched fist.  “God… This hurts…. Hurts bad!... Please!!”  She begs, whines as her legs quiver, still spreading apart, her feet trembling as her toes still point straight outward.

       “Oh hush!… We’ve just started for Christ’s sake!”  Christina scolds, looking down on her, watching the reflection of the bare light glistening, the red splotches marring Bonnie’s flexing body, virtually every visible muscle, tendon rippling as she stains to hold her pose.

       Thinking quietly to herself, watching Bonnie’s naked body spreading across the incline board while being whipped, accepting that painful, humiliating punishment along with the past couple Friday’s at Tim’s house, Christina smiles to herself, just knowing how disgusted she must be, and even better, how concerned she must be in not having the building multitude of disgusting photos of her shown, not only to Tom, but to anyone else.  Just thinking of the possibilities, Christina smiles to herself, enjoying every moment, thinking how its going to feel to be ramming a big, thick dildo up her ass next Friday over at Tim’s house, thinking of just how much Bonnie will be willing to accept, and for how long.  Enjoying humiliating her, Christina realizes screwing with her mind’s just as fun as whipping her.

       Her own heart pounding in her chest as she welds the belt in her fist, she chooses the most humiliating target, the most painful target to wrap up their little session together, Bonnie’s clit.  Thinking how to embarrass her even more, she quickly decides her next step. “Okay Bonnie… Keep those thighs spread… Ten lashes right between your legs… Right across your clit…. After I’m done… Thank me or its ten more… Understand?”

       “Christina!”  Bonnie begs, her legs still trembling as she hoists them apart.  “No… Oh no!!… Please don’t!”

       “Oh yes… Yes Bonnie!”  Christina interrupts.  “I’m going to whip that pussy till it swells shut if you don’t quit whining!”  Reaching down, gripping the chain between Bonnie’s breasts, she adds.  Keep a tight hold… Bite your lip… If you as much as moan, I’ll give you another dozen!... Now… Don’t let go… And… And keep these legs spread or we’ll start all over again!”

       Jerking upward, lifting Bonnie’s arched shoulders up off the incline board by the stretching chain; she flails the belt back and forth.  “Thwack!... Thwack!...Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  Gripping, twisting the chain even harsher as Bonnie’s legs tremble, reflexively jerk as she turns her face away, Christina chuckles.   Tugging at Bonnie’s stretching nipples; Christina leans across her, scowls.  “Halfway there… Hold still!... Now spread those legs even wider!”  Again jerking on the chain, snapping the belt back and forth, Christina directs the leather between Bonnie’s spread thighs, across her bare clit.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!...............Thwack!”  The tenth and final lashing after a slight hesitation, it’s the harshest yet, Bonnies’ legs jerking together, twitching.

       “Well?”  Christina scolds as she leans above Bonnie’s tear filled eyes.  “Well!... You going to thank me now for whipping that pussy… Or you want ten more?”

       “Oh… Oh Chris… No more… Please!”  She begs, the tears streaking down her cheeks, her splotched, naked body flexing, trembling, legs quivering as she struggles to hold her tortured pose. “I can’t take no more!”

       “Okay then!”

       “Okay… Yes… Yes Chris!… Thank you!”  Bonnie whimpers, her face beat red, swollen. “Thank you for whipping my… My pussy… Thank you!... Now!... No… No more!… Please!... That’s… That’s enough okay?… Please!... Oh God… Please!”

       “Okay wimp… Get dressed.”  Christina smirks, turns to pick up Bonnie’s clothes, tossing the pile across her naked body still spread across the incline board.  “We’re done for the day… But remember… Friday at Tim’s house again is only a couple days away!... Now go on home, see you tomorrow.”

End Part 3