ATONEMENT

ATONEMENT

Bonnie begins the second day of her weekend ordeal.

Chapter Six

       Waking, aching, laying under the crisp white sheet, the light reflects across her burning eyes from the sunlight drifting through the narrowest of slits between the heavy draped curtains.  The room in shadows, the expansive master suite’s still visible from the four corner poster bed.  Still dazed, slipping the sheet down off her chest, down across her waist, she glances toward her bare breasts, her sore nipples, bruised and puffy.  Realizing its Saturday morning, glancing around, alone in the room in the spacious bed, she tries to collect her thoughts, the humiliation and pain of the previous night before she blanked out.

       Feeling down between her thighs, the tenderness even harsher to her touch as she slips her fingers across, into her moist slit, she jerks, pulls her fingers away; out from the rawness of her sore vagina from the unimaginable cock she was forced to mount just a few hours earlier.  Sliding the sheet completely away from her feet, she clumsily kicks the linen to the side as she sets up, hands sinking into the mattress behind her.  Slowly glancing down toward her totally nude and aching body, the door suddenly opens, allowing a glare of light to shine in from the hallway.  Eyes drawn toward the person entering the room, she’s slow to react, remaining transfixed on the bed’s surface as she barely makes out his silhouette.

       “Stay!”  She hears the harsh voice commanding as she finally starts to grab for the sheet.  “Leave it!”  Another stern command as the robed man crosses the carpeted floor, stops toward the bottom of the bed, emphatically warns.  “Do exactly as I say… Exactly… Or last night was just a picnic for you!... Understand?”  Not expecting nor allowing an answer, he gruffly continues.  “And answer me properly with a Sir… Every time you’re allowed to speak!... Every time!”

       Her heart skipping a beat, staring in his direction, the painful thoughts of the past night race through her head as she feels the churning in the pit of her stomach.   His front side still in shadows from the open doorway behind him, she reflexively grips the bedding in her tightening fingers behind her while continuing to sit upright.  Winching, confusingly nodding her head she mutters.  “Yes… Yes… I… I understand…….. Sir!”

       “Okay then… Arch your shoulders back.”  He again harshly, even threateningly orders as he steps closer around the edge of the bed, an obvious whip, a crop smacking across his left thigh with each ominous step.  “Spread your legs apart with your feet tugged up beneath your bare ass…. Now!”

       Hearing the stern command along with the smack of the leather, seeing the silhouette of the flexing crop from the shadows, she instantly arches back while jerking her feet up the bed beneath her.  Breasts jerking as her shoulders arch back, hips thrusting upwards, she frantically tries to contort into his ordered position.

       “Tighter… Arch those shoulders way back… Push those tits out… Cunt too!... Make ‘em spread apart!”  He harshly orders in rapid fashion, his voice even higher pitched, more threatening.  “Slip those feet up under your fucking ass like I said bitch!… Do it!... Hear me?... Answer me properly slave!”

       No time to think as her mind races she reflexively jerks, twists her body across the bed as her heart pounds in her chest.  Frantically bowing her back to his series of instant demands, thrusting her breasts outward, her thighs spread out above her heels revealing her spreading slit as it gapes open.  Eyes remaining fixated on the flexing crop as her knees flatten into the mattress, she pushes her pubic mound outward as she mumbles, almost whimpers.  “Yes… Yes Sir!”  Heart thumping as her breasts jerk across her heaving chest, watching the whip flicking back and forth in his clenched fist she realizes she’s about to be whipped.  Frantically glancing down toward her spreading breasts, down toward her thrust out torso, she pleads, begs.  “Please!... No… Please… Don’t whip….”

       “Don’t move bitch!”  He cuts her off as he flicks the crop.  “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  Jerking upright as the crop flicks upward, slashes between her spread thighs, her breasts bounce, sway together as she grunts, grips the bedspread in her tightening fists as she forces herself to keep her legs spread.  The burning pain between her thighs harshly overrides the already dull ache from the night before as the tears stream off her cheeks, drips across her quivering torso.

       “Get back into your position and then don’t move… At all!”  He commands as he positions himself next to her, lifts the black leather crop upwards, letting the flexing tip slide across her quivering navel.  “That was just a tap… It can be considerably harsher… Understand?... I said… Understand?”

       “Yes… Yes Sir!”  She blurts out, staring toward the whip being slid up across her ribcage, dragged between her quivering breasts, coming to rest ominously across her sternum.

       “Push those tits outward like you just were!... Keep them steady… Hold those nipples still for me!”

       Again she hears his harsh orders in his rapid style, again she jaunts her breasts outward, feeling the unforgiving crop pressing, bending across her bare flesh between her stretching globes as she again mutters.  “Yes… Yes Sir… Yes Sir!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack!”

       “Agghhhh!......Aaaggghhh!!!”  Jerking, twisting as her breasts flail back and forth from the swishing crop, turning her head away as she grunts with each lashing, the leather snaps back and forth across her under globes, the reddish specks of the spiked balls still raw his target.

       “I said hold still… Understand bitch?”

       Nodding, whimpering as the bottoms of her breasts burn from the harsh imprints of the crop, she again mutters.  “Yeh… Yessss Sir!... Yes… Yessssssss!”” More tears streaking across her cheek, her body trembling as she arches herself forward, her eyes are riveted toward the sinister flexing leather.  Nibbling on her lower lip she again frightfully watches as its willowy tip’s raised, swishing back and forth just in front of her jiggling nipples.  Tapped across her right nipple, her left, she moans as she closes her eyes, expecting the sting of the leather across her naked flesh again.

       “Want me to whip these tits some more…  Really harsh across these nipples?... Or… You want to suck on my cock instead?”  He asks in a lower tone, adding.  “Ask me… Beg me to let you suck my cock!”

       Hearing the threat, the offer, the order as she feels the tip of the crop pressing into her breast, her humiliations overshadowed by the fear of the stinging crop again lashed across her bare breasts.  Nodding, closing her eyes, she blurts.  “God!... I’ll suc… I’ll suck you… Your cock!... Okay?... Yes!... Please… Let me suck you!”

       A couple more gentle flicks, a light tap across each puffy nipple, he lowers the crop, watches her breasts apprehensively quiver as he asks in his gruff voice.  “You going to suck me good?... And I mean real good… And swallow every drop?... Till I’m dry?... Tell me!”

       “Ye… Yes Sir!... Every drop!... Yes Sir!”  She groans as the tip of the crop presses into her flattening globe, her body trembling as she struggles to avoid any further lashings.

       “Okay then.”  He answers, dropping the crop across the bed between her spread thighs, watches it bounce off the firm mattress onto the floor.  Sliding further onto the edge of the bed, slipping a hand across her leg, he looks directly into her eyes.  “Don’t move… Keep thrust out just as you are for a few moments… While we talk.”

       “Yes… Yes Sir!”  She reflexively mutters, pushing her trembling body forward, arching her pose as she feels his hand sliding across her bare flesh, his fingers pressing across her sore slit.  Not so fervently glancing downward, toward his robe opening and spreading across his thighs exposing his already huge semi-erect shaft, she again stares straight ahead realizing it’s soon going to be in her mouth, chocking her.

       “So Bonnie… Let’s take a closer look at you… Let’s really explore that naked body of yours together… Get to know each other better!”  He calmly speaks as he slips his hand between her legs, barely brushes across her spread slit as her thighs ripple to his touch.   “Okay… I expect each answer without the slightest hesitation… Honest answers so you don’t have to think… Otherwise we’ll just go back to working these tits with the crop!... Your cunt too… Now which do you want?”

       Feeling her nipple tweaked again, this time with a definite harshness, obviously meant as a warning, she blurts.  “Ask… Ask what you want Sir!... I… I’ll try to answer for you!””

       “No!... You will answer them for me!... Now… How old are you?”

       Feeling his fingers flicking across her sore clit, she stares straight ahead, clenches the bed spread behind her as she softly answers.  “Thirty… I’m thirty… Eight… Thirty-eight… Sir.”

       “Really?... And now you find yourself in this predicament… Usually younger girls become a submissive… Sex slave… Pain slut!”  He nods, glancing closer toward her breasts, the quivering nipples.  Painfully tweaking a nipple with his free hand, noticing her face reddening, her embarrassment obvious, he continues her humiliation.   “That’s what I was told though… Thirty-eight…. Quite impressive!... Nice… Firm… Responsive too… Aren’t they?” He adds as he manipulates her breasts.  “Like a twenty year olds’.”  He adds as her smooth areola begins to thicken between his nails.  “You really do take care of yourself don’t you… Still firm… And natural… Then not too big… Actually just about right… I’d say!”

       Turning her head, irritatingly listening to him describing her breasts, she wonders what the next question’s going to be just as he asks.

       “How old were you the first time you fucked?”

       “Wha… What?”  Hearing, not sure of the question, she mutters.  “What… What Sir?”

       “I asked how old were you the first time you got a cock stuck up in you?”  He scowls, tweaking the hardening bud between his fingernail, thumbnail.  “Quickly!”

       Face flushing, the warmth spreading, feeling the electrifying pain of her nipple pinched yet again, she stutters… Fif… Fifteen …. I was fifteen Sir!”

       “Fifteen huh?... Well then how about when you sucked a dick?... How old when you sucked your first dick, Bonnie?”

       Another embarrassing question, she blushingly hesitates.  Feeling her clit now pressured, a not so gentle pinch across its sore nub, she whimpers.   “Oomph!... Fifteen… Fifteen too!... I was still fifteen!”

       “That’s better… Now then… Which you liked better… Fucked by a dick or sucking a dick?”

       Her clit still clamped between his fingers, still being twisted, she grunts as her hips twitch.  “Fucked… Liked fucking a… A dick better… Sir!”

       “Now we’re getting somewhere.”  He smiles, releasing both her nipple and clit as he adjusts himself on the edge of the bed, faces her.  Looking her straight in the eyes, he slips his index finger slowly around her mouth, circles her parting lips gently in a slow clockwise motion.  “I’m going to be asking some more… Let’s say… Really embarrassing questions as we go along… Understand?”

       Barely nodding, the warmth continuously spreading across her face as her stomach churns, looking back into his dark eyes, she mutters.  “Yes… Wha… What… Sir?”

       “Well… Let’s start with some of your indiscretions.”  He nods as he lets his finger slip down off her chin, folds his hands across his open robe, covering his crotch.  Let’s begin with… let’s see… About how many times have you been unfaithful… How many men have you been with without your husband knowing?”

       “Wha… What?... How many… Many men?”  She blurts, seeing the seriousness of his expression, hearing the tone of his voice.  “Being un… Unfaithful?”  She whines, the humiliation of the questions about her indiscretions every bit as humiliating as spreading out in front of him naked, being whipped.

       “Yes… He nods in an almost a scolding tone.  “How many guys have you fucked!... And I want a straight answer!”  He orders as he slips his hand down to the crop below the bed.  “Since you’ve been married… How many guys have your fucked?... Answer me!”

       A shiver running up her spine, her stomach queasy by what she’s realizing is some sort of  humiliating interrogation, she glances down between her quivering breasts toward the crop as he’s ominously picking it up, flexing it between both hands as he centers it out in front of her breasts.   Shaking her head, she blurts out.  “Five… Five or maybe… Or Six… Maybe six…. Sir… Maybe!... Please… Please don’t hit me!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!... Oh god!... Six… Maybe seven men Sir… That’s how many!... Seven!”

       “Thwack!”

       “Aaagghhh!”

       Lashing her a second time, again dropping the crop on the bed, he scolds.  “You are to answer immediately… Just like I instructed… No matter what the question… Now understand?”

       Nodding, a tear in her welling eyes, she almost whispers as her breasts quiver across her chest.  “Yes… Yes Sir… I understand!”

       “Now then… Let’s see if I don’t need to use the crop again… At least very soon.”  He smirks as he wipes the single tear from her cheek with his index finger.  “Seven huh?... Ready to continue?”

       A slight nod, glancing down toward the bed, she whimpers.  “Yes… Yes Sir!... I guess… I’m… I’m ready!”

       “You’re a nymph aren’t you?”

       Barely hearing the question, it barely registering as she glares down toward the crop, toward her vulnerable breasts, she moans.  “Wha… What?... I’m sorry Sir… What?”

       “You’re a nymphomaniac… Aren’t you?”  He scolds, watching her closely, her trembling body, her now ashen face, its color drifting back and forth with her humiliation, physical pain.

       “Wha… A nymph…. A nympho?”  Barely speaking, her face glowing, slowly nodding her head, she answers as she thinks he wants to hear.  Ye… Yes Sir… I guess… I’m a… A nypho… Sir!”

       “Nymphomaniac?”

       Hearing his single question, she blurts out in an instant of anger more then embarrassment.  “Yes… A nymphomaniac… Sir!... I guess I… I am!... Yes!”

       “Yes you are!… You like to fuck… Give that tight little body of yours a good workout now and then… Don’t you!”  Pushing her buttons, he continues to talk down to her.  “Yes… You like to slide that pussy across cocks whenever you get the chance… Let guys play with those tits…  Maybe even stick a dick in your mouth now and then… Right?... I said … Am I right?... Tell me I’m right!”  He continues in his rapidly raising voice. “That you’re a whore!...You like to be used!... Fucked… Your tits played with!... You’re nothing but a fucking whore!... Aren’t you?”

       Closing her eyes, nodding, tears streaking down her cheeks, she mumbles… “Yes Sir… I… I like to fuck… To fuck other men… Have them use me… My breasts… Use my body!... Yes!... You’re right… Sir!... I… I’m a … A whore.”

       “Yes you are.”  He nods as he slowly stands.  “Now… Get up… Out of bed and face me.”

       Slipping, sliding across the bed on her knees, stepping onto the floor, she stands, silently faces him as he opens the top drawer in a dresser next to the wall.  Watching him slip a brilliant white garment from it, unfolding it, she reaches out as he hands it to her.

       “Slip this on… Whore!... You can suck my cock later tonight in front of everyone!”

       Confused but instantly obeying, spreading the skimpiest of a garment across her swaying breasts, she bends forward, slips her left, then right leg through its pair of narrow slots, a pair of leg outlets sewn around the bottom of the hem with just the thinnest of a strap connecting the matching openings from across the small of her back.  Stretching the rest of the material up across her shoulders, she slips her arms through similar hemmed slots connected to the tops of the side straps barely covering either side of her ribcage, waist, leaving her breasts totally exposed along with her back.  Trying to adjust the material, barely able to stretch the cloth across her nipples as she repeatedly tugs the narrow strips of cloth together from her sides, she drops her hands downward, her chest bared between the white cloth, her nipples poking outward from her swaying breasts as her pubic mound glistens above her shaven slit also exposed along with her butt cheeks.

       “Like your new outfit?”  He asks with the slightest of a smile.  “Can’t keep those tits in… Huh?... Easy access to that pussy and ass of yours too!... Now… Thank me for the outfit!”

       Glancing downward, her body seemingly more naked then if she was actually nude, she barely nods while whispering.  “Thank you… For… For this outfit… Sir!”

       ‘’Good…  Now come with me…. And keep your hands down toward your sides… Palms out at all times.”  Ordering her along as he turns for the bedroom door, he grabs her left forearm, gives it a tug, just as quickly releases it.  “Time to get you going… For a full day of whoring.”

       Being led down the hall, her breasts jaunting outward from between the flimsy material, her nipples jiggle as she walks along barefooted, her fingers tightening into fists as they brush across her thighs.  Keeping pace, her eyes fixed to the back of his neck, she follows him out into the courtyard, to a single implement, a cross section of wooden rails, pulleys and ropes positioned toward the center of the landscaped grounds.  Led to the apparatus designed and mounted with the flow of the grounds in mind, a pair of ropes already dangling from a cross member, she’s positioned facing the ends of the ropes.

       “Hands behind your back.”

       Hearing his order, sliding her hands back across her butt cheeks as she apprehensively scans the structure, interlocking her fingers, she feels him tying a rope around her wrists, wrapping, crisscrossing back and forth as the cord snug’s into her flesh.  Another rope twisted around her elbows, tugged tight, she feels her breasts separating, shoving the material further aside, her nipples standing out, jiggling as her breasts bounce, jerk with each tight binding as she’s arched forward.

       “Tiptoe!”

       Another stern order and she obeys as she raises upright, lifts onto the balls of her feet. Glancing down between her widely spread globes, her jiggling nipples still pointing downwards, she concentrates on his hands as he stretches one of the ropes around the base of her left breast, wraps a couple crisp turns, ties it off.  Even as that breast darkens, bulges, he stretches the other rope around her other, stretching the rope harsher, tauter as she’s forced to tiptoe even higher, both elevated breasts bulging in their bindings as her shoulders tilt back, forcing her to practically sway under the sturdy beam above her.

       The morning sun shining down across her face, she grunts as she’s twisted around to face the mansion.  Both ballooning breasts already pounding with pain, her toes digging into the soft grass beneath the wooden braces, her stretching areolas, thickening nipples glisten in the sunlight as they jaunt outward, spread apart.

       “We’ll be doing a nice erotic photo shoot here in a little while Bonnie.”  He leans over her shoulder, whispers in her ear as he pats her on her butt cheek.  “You’ll going to become an article in our little club circular.”  Sliding a hand across her swollen left breast, flicking the taut nipple, he adds.  “Yea… A nice tit whipping session… A little fucking intertwined… Maybe wrapping it up with a few lashes across your cunt… And it’ll be lunch time…. A short break before we work on another layout with you.”

       Glancing up across his shoulder, toward the sound of the double door to the mansion opening, seeing several people, camera equipment and other filming necessities directed toward her, her face instantly heats up, glows, her humiliation boundless. Staring embarrassingly toward the group, a couple women included, she tilts her head forward between her outstretched breasts, closes her eyes.

       “Getting her ready already… Huh?”  She hears the dark haired female’s voice closing in onto her; the feeling of a smaller hand palming the bottom of her right breast quickly followed by her other breast being groped, the voice sarcastically picking up.  “Hard as a rock… Nice… Nice and solid… Ready for plenty of attention!”             

       Opening her eyes, glancing between her showcased breasts stretching upright in the creaking ropes, she glares over toward the rest of the crew approaching, her eyes fixing on the other woman with bleached blonde hair carrying a glistening black riding crop, her clenched fist encased in its tight basket weave handle.  The outline of the willowy tip flicking back and forth as a camera man strolls behind her with his hand held camera, the red light blinks, obviously centered on her.  Eyes locking, she can sense the woman’s sadistic demeanor, the obvious enjoyment, anticipation of how she’s going to use the crop even as she feels the first woman’s fingernails painfully, slowly scraping across her left pulsing nipple, right nipple, tweaking, spreading a thick salve across her extended areolas, stiff nubs.

       Positioning herself, whip still flexing, waiting for the crew to adjust the reflectors, lighting, other equipment, the bleached blonde gives Bonnie a knowing nod as she watches the first woman finishing with the salve.  Slipping the tip of the crop across one of the hanging ropes, the blonde quips.  “She’s going to finish coating those tits of yours in a moment….  The salve’s going to help… Not with the pain, but the bruising, tearing from this crop.”

       Stepping back, giving a quick nod, the dark haired woman stops beside the crank supporting the stretching ropes affixed to the wooden post as the blonde positions herself to Bonnie’s right side.  A quick twist of the handle, followed by another firmer, slower twist and Bonnie feels herself being hoisted upwards by her breasts, her toes barely touching the ground as she begins to twist on her tip toes.  Another crank, the toes of her left foot probing, twitching across the lawn, yet another crank, the clawing toes of both feet quivering, her legs trembling as she slowly twists, sways by her bare breasts bulging in the creaking ropes as just the tips of hr toes glide across the grass.

       One final crank, the ropes jerk, her naked body shudders as her head tilts back, her nipples bulging upwards, even higher then her flushing face.  Stepping away from the crank, again positioning herself behind Bonnie’s swaying, virtually suspended body, the dark haired woman centers and holds her steady.  The camera zooming in, the blonde raises the crop, snaps it directly across the center of Bonnie’s left nipple, the tip of the lash crisply dividing the swollen nub.

       “Thwack!”

       “Aaaggghhh!”  Screeching, Bonnie’s body twists even as she’s held by the dark haired woman.  Her body shuddering, jerking in the confines of the creaking ropes, the bright red welt’s instantly zoomed in on by the camera being held just inches from the bulging, purplish breast.

       

A few moments, the camera held for various angles, again aligning her still twitching body, positioning her for the different shots, the camera focuses on the crop again as the dark haired woman grips Bonnie’s hips, holds firm.

       “Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  The crop snapping across the other globe, just beneath the stiff nub, Bonnie again grunts as her body bounces, the ends of the binding ropes disappearing into her ballooning breasts as she’s held from twisting, her toes now barely able to grip the ground.  “Humph!”

       The camera again zooming in, her breast focused in on, that fresh welt’s defined before the cameraman scans upwards, across Bonnie’s agonized face, reddened and puffy as her hair cascades down behind her tilted head.  Stepping back, letting the full view of her naked body come in focus, trembling as the ropes vibrate from her weight, the camera’s centered on the crop one more time as its being raised once again.

       The pain searing in both breasts, pulsing with each heart beat, the harsh leather of the snake like whip leaving thin but defined reddish welts across the fronts of both her bulging melons, Bonnie squints, shakes her head back and forth as she cramps.  Intermittent leg spasms, stomach queasy, she tries to hold her thighs together, her knees together as she feels the warm trickle barely dribbling out from her slit.  The dark haired woman grins as she kneels, spreads Bonnie’s ankles apart from behind, holds tight.

       “Thwack!”  A harsh underhanded snap of the crop, the blonde sensing Bonnie’s dilemma, she slices the whip directly between her parted labia, burying itself into her most sensitive, vulnerable flesh as the dark haired woman leans, steps back.

       “Aaaaggghhhh!!!”  Screaming, urine squirting from between her thighs, the yellow fluid spurts once, twice, a third time as her thighs jerk, her body bucks in her restraints.  Again the camera zooming inward, again Bonnie’s face is flushed, swollen as her breasts stretch even higher, elongating in the tightening ropes as her bodily fluids dribble down her legs, off her toes, pooling across the ground beneath her.

       Slowly stepping around her slumping body in a clockwise direction, the crop slashing her breasts, her stomach, her hips, Bonnie reflexively whimpers and jerks as the camera continues to focus in on her.  A dozen, building to close to two dozen lashings, the dark haired woman steps behind her limp form, grips both welted breasts, holds them firm as the blonde centers herself, begins tapping the crop back and forth, alternating from one breast to the other, one nipple to the other.  Each flick becoming harsher, each breast sprouts a new reddish welt crisscrossing the previous welts.

       Eyes clinched shut, her naked body quivering; her legs trembling; the ropes grind into her searing breasts as she slumps back, sways limply in the creaking ropes.  Focusing on her tortured body, the camera zooms in and then back, turns off.  Lunch time.

End Part 6