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Chapter 8: Plugging some fresh ideas
Lisa was crying. The overwhelming sense of shame combined with the painful cramping deep inside her belly were too much to cope with. She groaned loudly and started pleading once more.
“Please please may I go? Please Sir can I go to the toilet? I need to go! Uuuuuuhhhhhhh! Nnnnnnnnnnnn! PLEASE!” Standing naked in front of her Uncle and Mr Wiggings with the white porcelain of the toilet bowl pressing against the backs of her legs she was absolutely desperate to sit down and relieve herself. She so needed to go! If she didn’t she’d make a disgusting mess! Nooooooooooooooo! But they just smiled at her distress refusing to let her empty her churning insides! Moaning and swaying she held her swollen stomach and clenched her bumhole tightly shut, as she had been doing for the last fifteen minutes; A terrible fifteen minutes that had passed incredibly slowly since the horrid tube had been pushed up her bottom and the hot soapy water had been allowed to flood and fill her bowels to what felt like bursting point. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead as the enema caused another wave of painful tightening to flow through her tummy muscles.
Finally she heard the words she’d been so eagerly awaiting;
“You can empty yourself now girl,” said the old man with a soft chuckle. “Once you’re done wash that fat behind of yours with plenty of soap and make sure you clean it well inside. You’ve got five minutes and I don’t want to have to come up here to fetch you!” The implied threat made Lisa glance quickly up at his grinning face. What she saw in his eyes made her cringe. Thankfully as the door closed she sank gratefully down onto the toilet seat and instantly, and noisily, voided the contents of her bum. The relief was wonderful, but unfortunately very short-lived as her mind immediately started to fill with fresh anxieties. With her face burning she shamefully parted her buttocks and reluctantly started to wash her tingling rear opening.
Once back in the lounge Lisa was told to adopt the same bent over posture that she’d been in before she’d been given the dreadful enema. Gordon Wiggings held up a black rubber object for his intrigued companion to see. The anal plug wasn’t very long but appeared, at its’ thickest point, to be about 4 centimetres in diameter. Its’ base flared out a few centimetres below a much thinner section. Overall in shape it resembled the swollen head of an erect penis.
“This is the smallest I have but it’s easily large enough to focus her attention,” he said with a wide grin. “She’ll no doubt feel acutely embarrassed once it’s inside.” Licking his lips he rubbed the smooth shaft in the crease formed by the spread vulval folds. Immediately Lisa started to writhe and gasp as the thing quickly became coated with her vaginal spendings. And then her gasps and gurgles suddenly grew more urgent as she felt the end of the plug being placed against the clenching entrance of her bottomhole.
“Stay still girl,” said Gordon Wiggins sharply.
“P…P…P…P…Please don’t! PLEASE!” she shrieked as she felt the hard rubber pressing more forcefully at her rear hole. Her knuckles began to turn white as she gripped her ankles for all she was worth. And then her eyes were bulging out of her head and her teeth chattering as she felt the horrid thing forced inside her bottom.
“There we are young lady,” the smirking old man commented, unable to mask the enjoyment in his voice. Lisa squirmed and groaned as her bumhole gripped the hard invader and immediately tried to push it out. Immersed in a sea of humiliation she sobbed pitifully. Noooooooooo! She was so ashamed! And it felt so dirty! No No No! No please! They were looking at her bumhole! It was just sooooo horrible! Bryan Brite had felt his erection surge as he’d watched his niece’s tiny anal hole stretch and then yield to the black plug. Now he was eagerly anticipating how she’d react to the sting of the cane when it began to stripe her helpless rear globes! Entranced he gazed at the end of the embedded rubber that was moving slightly in and out of the tight passageway as the girl’s internal muscles attempted to expel their unwanted visitor. Lisa shook and moaned with despair as her bottom took on a life of it’s own, squeezing and pushing and clenching and rolling rudely, whilst her face blushed hotly and tears ran down her very red cheeks.
“As you can see this is the traditional bent over posture favoured by many disciplinarians over the years. There’s nothing wrong with it as such but with a little refinement you can make it much more effective and arduous for the recipient. Over here girl,” he said, indicating the dining table standing against one wall. Lisa slowly stood upright. She was shaking like a leaf and horribly aware of the hard rubber stretching her bottomhole. With her nipples pointing stiffly in front of her she waddled awkwardly over to the table, her face a mask of absolute shame. The old man made her lean over onto the table-top, which caused her breasts to flatten out uncomfortably on the varnished surface, and then spread her legs wide once more.
“To achieve a more pleasing display of your subject’s charms it’s important to ensure that her hips are higher than her shoulders, the reasons are obvious.” With that he went across to a bookcase and returned with several thick hardback books. A pile was placed by each of Lisa’s feet before he told her to step up onto them. Bryan smiled at the instant effect that this new posture produced. With her head pressed to the tabletop her back was now at a much sharper angle. This caused her breasts to hang down, her nipples just brushing the polished wood. Being forced to keep her balance on the piles of books was making the muscles in her calves and thighs tighten which added a new degree of tautness to her pose. How she was going to keep that position once a cane was landing squarely across her buttocks was going to be interesting! But it was her spread bottom that really drew his eye. Her full cheeks bulged lewdly out as did the rounded peach of her obviously very wet pussy, its’ lips forming a swollen pink line that perfectly split the soft mound in two. Nothing was hidden from their eyes now, the end of the black plug contrasting sharply with the previously reddened flesh of her smooth curves.
Lisa heard the warning whirr of the cane as it split the air a second before it cut across her defenceless posterior. For a fleeting moment she felt nothing but then a line of white heat suddenly ignited across her bottom . Gasping incredulously at the sudden pain she rose up onto her toes, her bum wriggling frantically in all directions and her boobs swinging wildly.
“Stay still girl.” The next stroke followed seconds later landing parallel to the first but ten centimetres lower. Lisa shrieked as the intense sting sank into her soft flesh. George Wiggings admired his own accuracy. Two gradually reddening lines perfectly framed the end of the rubber plug as it jutted out from the straining anus.
“You could prolong these strokes for an hour or so if you wished but it’ll become necessary to restrain her if you push her limits too much. Personally I prefer variation and changes of intensity to drive the lesson home.” He smiled. “But towards the end of a session I always cut lower.” Without warning he flicked the cane in an arc. It landed perfectly along the sensitive crease where the girl’s buttocks met her thighs but most agonisingly it also caught the bulge of her pussy.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! OW! OW! OW!” Lisa squealed as her hips writhed and rolled uncontrollably. Gritting her teeth she tried to absorb the awful stinging as she teetered precariously on the very tips of her toes.
“Ssssssssssssswwwwwwit!” The cane landed with an agonising bite causing Lisa to scream shrilly.
“AHHHHHHHHH! NO MORE PLEASE! I’LL BE GOOD!” she begged, looking up at the two men from between her spread thighs as her bottom performed a jerking dance for their benefit. On her back on Mr Wiggings’ settee with her legs pulled up and her hands gripping the backs of her knees she felt helplessly exposed. The position allowed both men an uninterrupted view of the hairless slit with its delicate lips, which were gaping wetly apart, and the clenching anus with its black plug that was bobbing and weaving each time the cane scored a red line across the teenagers quivering globes. Six gradually darkening stripes and the tears rolling down Lisa’s face were clear evidence of the cane’s cruel precision.
“As you can see the diaper position offers many possibilities but again if you wish to be severe you’ll need to restrain her. Would you like another cup of tea?”
Kneeling on the padded arms of the armchair Lisa’s bottom was pulled wide apart displaying the burning lines that crossed each of her soft rear cheeks. She was snuffling back tears and trying her best to contain the excruciating heat that was radiating from her trembling bum. Shiny fluid was seeping shamefully from her girlish hole and coating its’ swollen lips. Even now through the awful stinging and embarrassment she couldn’t understand why she was so turned on! Her clit and nipples were pulsing madly and she wanted to be touched! Wanted some fingers to tease her till she came! WANTED TO COME NOW! The drugs surging through her veins were certainly working, their constant stimulation producing a sexual urge that refused to be ignored. Shivering and trembling she fought to control the intoxicating throbbing that pulsed insistently in her swollen clitoris. Bryan Brite sipped his tea and gazed at the obscenely spread sexual parts of his whimpering niece. His cock felt so hard he doubted he’d be able to walk without embarrassing himself! Gordon Wiggings carried the simple wooden chair in from the kitchen and placed it down with a quiet thump.
“I have to say the diaper is one of my favourite positions, it always seems to really embarrass them, having to look at you over their vagina when they’re being punished.” He chuckled and took a sip of his tea. “It’s a perfect position on a bed too because they have to maintain their balance as well as absorb the sting.” With that he stood up. “Here girl,” he ordered. Lisa slowly climbed down from her humiliating perch on the armchair.
“A simple kitchen chair offers a couple of very effective positions, though truthfully they’re really more suited to the strap.” He made the nude teenager sit facing the chair back, a leg on each side, and then shuffle backwards until the cheeks of her bottom projected over the edge of the seat, the folds of her vagina flattening wetly on the hard wood and the end of the rubber plug poking out like an obscene tail.
“Cutting upwards with a strap produces a wonderful reaction and again, if she wasn’t a virgin, I’d recommend you sit her on a large dildo. It’s a superb position for making them lose control.” His eyes glittered as wonderful memories flickered through his mind. “She’s already got a few stripes on her backside and if we continue much further she’ll be ruined for you and Olivia if you wish to continue later but, I would just like to show you one final position, it’s another favourite of mine. Turn around girl.” Still sobbing quietly and with her face glowing scarlet Lisa did as she was told. Once sitting, which caused her to bleat pitifully as the hard rubber pushed itself deeper into her bottom, she was brusquely ordered to open her legs.
“The front and inner thighs are very sensitive.” Lisa whimpered as the old man ran his hand along the inside of her leg before allowing his fingers to slide between her slippery pussy lips. She groaned at his outrageous intimacy.
“The little tart’s dripping like a tap!” Both men laughed cruelly at the gurgles of dismay she’d started to make. “In this position you can apply a cat or strap directly to the vagina but for the thighs you’ll get the most intensity from a cane.” Lisa looked at her Uncle with both pleading and fear in her eyes. He smiled back without a trace of pity, he was enjoying himself far too much! His eyes roved excitedly over her gently wobbling globes before focussing on the erect nipples that were jutting out rudely towards him. He could hardly wait to get home!
Lisa screamed and jerked on the chair, her hands scrabbling helplessly against its’ back where they’d been securely tied.
“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW! Please please please! Oh please stop!” she cried as the cane left another burning stripe along the inside of her leg. Tears poured down her hot cheeks as her bumhole clenched uncontrollably on the hard rubber shaft that was sticking up inside her bottom. Three gradually darkening red lines now ran along the soft inner surface of each of her trembling thighs. Gordon Wiggings smiled and moved to stand to one side of the squirming girl. Taking a firm grip on the cane he slashed it downwards ensuring that the stroke ended with a definite flick of his wrist. It landed exactly at right angles to the existing stripes, cutting agonisingly across them. As Lisa squealed and blubbered and wriggled and bounced on the chair he stung her soft flesh with a further three precise impacts. Ignoring her almost hysterical reactions, but not failing to notice the wonderful bouncing of her breasts, he moved to stand on her other side and unhurriedly repeated the cruel process. Bryan Brite felt his erection throbbing hotly as he watched his naked young niece frantically jerking and writhing as she tried to absorb the dreadful stinging, the inside of each of her shaking legs scored with a perfectly spaced lattice of bright red lines.
“Oooooh! Mmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaaah!” gasped Lisa as her hips writhed wildly from side to side and jerked quickly backwards and forwards. Kneeling naked on all fours on the coffee table she was being slowly masturbated by the old man standing directly behind her.
“Look at your Uncle and tell him how you’ll be behaving in future,” he said. It took all of her dwindling self control to raise her head and look into her Uncle’s eyes. At the same time the tormenting fingers slid forwards between her swollen pussy lips and began to firmly squeeze the hard nubbin of excruciatingly sensitive flesh that was sticking stiffly out from beneath it’s delicate hood. She groaned loudly, her eyes attempting to focus on her Uncle’s smiling face.
“Ooooooooooooooooo! M…M…M…Mmmmmmmmm! Oh God Oh God Oh God!”
“Well what have you got to say young lady?” Gordon Wiggings asked as he sharply pinched the helpless girls’ clitoral bulb. Lisa yelped, her eyes opening wide and her cheeks burning hotly.
“I’ll be good…nnnnnnnnn ooooooh…OH! I’ll be good Uncle I promise!” she blurted.
“Ask for permission to come.” She stared helplessly into her Uncle’s steely blue eyes, drowning in shame at what she was about to do. Mmmmm…Nnnnnnn…ohohohoh…oooooooooooooh! She was going to come! Going to spurt on the fingers! Spurt in front of Uncle Bryan and the horrid old man! Show them everything! OH GOD…but it felt so good!
“If you dare to orgasm without permission my girl I’ll give you a caning you’ll never forget! Now ask!”
“Ppppppppppppplease Uncle may I c…c…c…come?” Lisa managed to gasp. Bryan Brite’s nod caused his niece to gurgle with relief, her hips rolling lewdly from side to side as the delicious sensations continued to flood through her pussy. Suddenly she squealed and a more urgent tone filled her moans as she felt a hand slide up between the cheeks of her bottom. She jerked violently as the plug was urged backwards and forwards pulling the pink ring of her bumhole in and out. With her teeth chattering she sobbed uncontrollably as conflicting torrents of humiliation and pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Look at your Uncle girl!” said Gordon Wiggings sharply, as he increased the speed and intensity of his manipulations. Lisa’s mouth formed a perfect “O” as her dripping vaginal slit was opened and penetrated, the prying fingers at the same time continuing to tease her swollen clitoris. At that moment she felt the black rubber shaft pulled firmly from her stretched anal opening. The additional stimulus sent her tumbling over the edge…
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! M…M…M…M…MMMMMMM! Y…Y…Y…Y…yyyyyyyeeeeeeessssss!” Sparks of colour flashed inside her head as she pumped herself frantically on the old man’s hand, tiny squirts of hot fluid covering his probing fingers. Staring helplessly into her Uncle’s watching eyes she felt consumed with shame as her pussy throbbed maddeningly in time with the clenching of her abused bumhole. She knew he was seeing one of her most private of moments but as the orgasm pulsed through her she found herself unable to look away from his amused stare. Her mewls of pleasure and moans of humiliation continued for a surprisingly long time before her head finally slumped down onto her forearms . Without doubt it had been one of the most intense and prolonged orgasms of her life! Bryan Brite looked at his exhausted niece, with her bottom sticking rudely up into the air, and grinned as her hips continued to writhe slowly from side to side.
“You can thank me now young lady,” said Gordon Wiggings to the trembling teenager.
“T…T…T…Thank…y…y…you Sir!” she managed to stammer through chattering teeth.
Three quarters of an hour later Lisa found herself back at the farm standing in front of her Aunt in the expansive kitchen. They’d all just enjoyed a light lunch with a fresh glass of milk each. Her Uncle was sat at the table looking at her with an expression of undisguised lust on his face. The conversation between the two adults concerning the behaviour of their niece during her visit to Mr Wiggings had caused Olivia to both chuckle quietly and also admonish Lisa for being a little tart! She’d also been quick to note the desire pulsing in her husbands’ eyes. It looked as though he’d found taking the naughty teenager shopping fairly exciting, if the enormous bulge in the front of his trousers was anything to go by!
“Dress off young lady!” was her curt command. Red faced Lisa did as she was told. The red stripes decorating her thighs caused the older woman to smile as did the tight thong that was squeezing the swollen mound of the girl’s pussy into a prominent moist bulge.
“Show me your bottom.” Lisa slowly turned revealing the stripes cutting across her gently trembling rear cheeks and the string of the thong that disappeared between them.
“Looks like Mr Wiggings gave you a few stingers, would you like to visit him again?” The frantic shaking of the girl’s head made them laugh. “And I understand you acted like a little slut in front of him, showing him how disgustingly wet you get when you need punishing? Well do you have anything to say?”
“I…I…I…I did as I was told Miss!” replied Lisa with her cheeks burning. Olivia looked at the expression on her husband’s face and her tummy tingled excitedly.
Being led across the yard barefoot and wearing only the tiny thong Lisa was feeling very nervous. Horribly aware of her stiff nipples bouncing up and down and her bare bottom wobbling suggestively she couldn’t help glancing worriedly in all directions as she hurried after her Aunt. Please don’t let anyone see! Please please please! As they went through the milking shed door she discovered that a horrid surprise was awaiting her. Standing in the empty space at the end of the building, where she’d been attached to the awful milking machine the day before, was a wooden frame. It stood on sturdy legs and looked rather like a “saw horse” but with odd dimensions. Olivia Brite chuckled when she saw the look of surprise on her niece’s perturbed and very red face.
“Yes, Mr Bolker came around this morning whilst you were in town with your Uncle and put this together for me, it only took him an hour or so.” She smiled wickedly. “I’m afraid he had to go back to work as soon as he’d finished but he says he’d love to come and see you trying it out soon, wouldn’t that be nice?” The teasing tone didn’t register with Lisa, she was far too concerned about the wooden structure and what it was for. It’s front two legs were longer than those at the rear, and slanted at a wider angle. All four joined together to support a small padded top that was angled slightly upwards and from which hung the two halves of a thick leather belt. It’s buckle drew Lisa’s eyes as it caught the light, as did the buckles attached to the two straps fixed to each of the things front legs. She shivered even though the air was comfortably warm.
The double cuff secured both of Lisa’s wrists together, one above the other, leaving her hands resting helplessly in the small of her back. Leather straps at ankle and knee fixed her spread legs to the front of the “horse”, whilst the thick belt kept her stomach pressed firmly against its’ padded top. Bent forwards with her legs opened wide she was totally defenceless and unable to move the lower half of her body, even by the tiniest fraction. She could feel the air from the open doorway wafting across her exposed bumhole and the wet slit of her pussy. Involuntarily the cheeks of her bottom clenched nervously. Olivia Brite had removed the girl’s thong before she’d fixed the shaking teenager to the frame. Now she walked slowly around her terrified niece enjoying the pleasurable tingling that was building excitedly in the space between her own thighs. She’d have Bryan’s hard cock inside her in a few minutes! The thought brought a flush of anticipation to her cheeks.
With her tummy resting against the pad and her arms firmly fastened behind her back Lisa’s breasts jutted shamelessly forwards. She stared in horror as her Aunt lifted the milking array from it’s stand and then jerked with discomfort as each of her already painfully swollen nipples was sucked firmly inside a rubber lined metal tube. A flick of a switch and her shoulders began to writhe desperately as the horrible suctioning began, pulling painfully at her acutely sensitive tips.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooooooh! It h…h…h…huuuuuurrrrtttts!” she stammered tearfully as her nipples were rhythmically distended and elongated within the milking tubes. Unable to hide the smile on her face Olivia Brite turned the setting to maximum before walking purposefully towards the door .
“I’ll be back in a little while,” she said huskily as the teenagers vocal protests immediately grew in volume.
Once through the kitchen door Olivia immediately fell to her knees in front of her husband and frantically began tugging at his belt. Freed from his trousers his massively erect penis swayed in front of her face. Quickly she engulfed the swollen head with her mouth before running her tongue lovingly up and down the hard shaft. There was no need for any further foreplay. Bent almost double and with her head pushed into the back of the armchair she squealed loudly as Bryan brutally slid the whole of his engorged length into his wife’s slippery hole. The morning’s events had left him achingly stiff and he was feeling incredibly horny! Olivia too was feeling highly aroused and she bucked beneath him as he fucked her with long slow strokes, the enlarged glans stretching her delicate vaginal walls and opening her fully. Within moments she was gasping and screaming as an orgasm tore through her. Shuddering violently she found herself pushing back onto the solid rod, trying to impale herself as deeply as possible as her pussy gripped and milked it. Panting she bathed in the delicious sensations as the rigid cock continued to pump slowly but relentlessly back and forth. Almost immediately she sensed she was going to come again, her eyes bulging and her mouth stretching wide. With her hips writhing wantonly and all self control lost she jerked herself shamelessly on the engorged penis as images of her naked niece filled her mind.
Precisely at 7.30pm that evening there was a knock on the back door. Lisa had been anxiously looking at the clock for the past few hours but when she heard the sharp rap of knuckles on wood her face clouded with worry and her cheeks began to flood with colour. A boy was coming to take her out and she’d never even met him! Her nipples were still tingling and throbbing but thankfully they’d at least stopped hurting. By the time her Aunt had come to release her from the milking machine she’d been almost delirious with pain and coated in sweat. Her nipples had been sucked forcefully into the rubber sleeves for a good half an hour, if not longer, and her scream had bounced around the walls of the milking parlour when the older woman had pulled the distended fleshy tips from the tubes. Each of the youngsters nipples was elongated to three times its’ normal length and hugely swollen. Olivia’s inquisitive fingers couldn’t resist examining the deep red bulbs of throbbing torment that now jutted enticingly from the shaking girls chest, curiously squeezing and twisting the engorged points as her niece dissolved into a frenzy of sobbing and pleading. Unfortunately for Lisa her frantic reactions went unnoticed as her Aunt indulged herself excitedly, allowing her sadistic tastes full reign for several minutes…minutes that felt like an eternity to the nude teenager.
The hot bath had relieved some of her hurts but standing in the bathtub whilst her Aunt had used a soapy flannel to wash every curve and crevice of her trembling nudity had proved horribly embarrassing. Added to which she’d jumped and moaned as the rough material had caused the red lines crossing her bum and thighs to flare into agonising life.
“Ohhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhh! Aunty it hurts! Oh please don’t!” she’d begged, trying to cover her puffy nipples and move out of the way of the agonising washcloth.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do young lady!” the older woman had snapped, before reaching out and pinching one of the hard points between her fingers. “And stay in position!”
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh please please!”
“So I should think,” Olivia Brite had sneered. “Now keep that naughty mouth of yours shut or you’ll spend the rest of the evening with a clamp on each of these!”
When the older woman had once more focussed her attention on the abnormally enlarged nipples Lisa had shrieked and started to beg again, writhing and sobbing as the ultra sensitive points had throbbed and tingled. It was at that moment that her Uncle had appeared in the bathroom doorway.
“Thought I’d come and see what all the fuss was about,” he’d said with a grin. Being naked in front of her Aunt was bad enough but when Uncle Bryan was looking at her she so so wanted to cover herself up! Already he’d seen her nude several times and he’d seen every secret place too…but she still felt just as ashamed as she had the first time! Whenever she sensed his eyes moving over her skin her heart started to bang in her chest and she went weak at the knees.
Once the red-faced girl had been towelled dry Olivia had turned to her husband and handed him a pot of cream. Lisa had put an arm across her breasts and hid her pussy behind her other hand. It was an automatic response to try and conceal her charms from his prying eyes, she couldn’t help herself.
“Hands on your head young lady!” the older woman had snapped. ”Your Uncle is going to treat those marks of yours and stop pretending that you don’t like showing him everything you’ve got!” Lisa had bleated and writhed as the hands had smoothed and smeared the cream into her skin and especially so when it had been massaged into her stiff and swollen nipples. The intense embarrassment had made her feel faint but the unexpected news that, in a few hours time, a boy would be taking her to a party had quickly sharpened her mind! Apparently her Aunt and Uncle were going out and the boy was going to “babysit” her, as they “couldn’t trust her to be left on her own”! But because he was already going to a party she would be going with him! Apparently it had all been agreed earlier. Now the boy was knocking on the back door!
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