II
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Dark was falling with the astonishing rapidity of the Tropics as Caroline
took me down the path to the hut. The path lead through a stand of the huge
dark rubber trees of the plantation, and then a little way into the jungle. The
punishment hut, which was really a small bungalow, stood in a little clearing,
and as we approached, Shar Mei appeared in the doorway, clad in a long skirt of
some material which molded itself to her body, and a sort of bolero covering her
bosom. She carried a sleek, shiny little black whip, about three feet long,
which tapered smoothly from stock to a very thin tip adorned with three knotted
silken lashes. She bowed us in, and her attempts to seem impassive were
betrayed by her eyes, which sparkled with life.
Standing under a beam waited the unfortunate laundry girl. She wore a
sarong, and her wrists were bound in front of her with ropes which ran up to a
pulley overhead, and thence to a cleat set in the wall. Curiously, she looked
more excited than frightened, though there was certainly some fear there.
Caroline wore a light summer skirt, knee length and flaring, which must have
been cool, and certainly showed her legs to advantage, and a rather low-cut
cotton blouse. She wore no bra under it, and, as Caroline's upperworks were
magnificent, the effect was spectacular. We sat down on a divan behind the
girl, and off to one side, and Caroline smiled at Shar Mei and nodded.
Shar Mei curtsied deeply to us, and hauled on the rope until the girl
was almost up on tiptoe, throwing her breasts into high relief, and Caroline
turned to me and said, "Perhaps you'd like to undress her for Shar Mei. Just
undo the knot at her side, and unwind the sarong. Go on, it's all right. But
first you have to take off your shirt. We have a tradition here that all
corrections are administered stripped to the waist, and that includes helpers,
too." I glanced over at Shar Mei and she grinned and removed her bolero. So I
followed suit, contriving to use my shirt to mask a much needed adjustment to my
shorts before throwing it over a chair.
I did my duty. Little Tissah had a lovely body, and Caroline's
observation about her bottom proved to an understatement. She didn't struggle
at all - not that she could have done much - and in a trice she was ready. The
two women smiled approvingly, and I stepped back as Shar Mei took up her
position and raised her whip. Four exquisite, slow strokes followed, leaving
four parallel lines across her lower cheeks. Tissah let out four little cries
of pain, and wiggled her hips deliciously, shifting her weight from one foot to
the other. Shar Mei spoke to her sharply in Burmese, and she looked at me
wide-eyed, with her lips parted.
"She was told to kiss you", said Caroline. "You'd better go to her, or
her punishment will be much worse."
I did as I was told, and little Tissah pressed her body against mine and
offered me her lips. Dear Lord, that girl knew how to kiss! Her lips were full
and soft, and yielding to mine, parted, inviting my tongue in. Hers played with
mine in a sweetly lascivious way, and her little soft sucking mouth pulsated in
time to her body's press against mine. My hands sought her smooth little striped
derriere, and for a long moment gloried in their slow, undulating movement.
"Please move hands from bottom, sir" said Shar Mei, "Is time for more
whippings." I withdrew my hands and my tongue - no point in getting it bitten
off - and felt her cuddle against me as two more strokes fell across that lovely
behind. I damn near poked her then and there. If she'd been taller, or I
shorter, it would have happened, and to Hell with the consequences! Shar Mei
rubbed her whip up and down over the girl's derriere, causing her to grind
against me all the more, and I'll swear her breasts grew hard as she did.
Certainly I grew harder!
Caroline spoke for the first time, "Shall I have her given another six,
John? Or shall I have the rope slackened and have her kneel down in front of
you? Anything goes at these punishment sessions, you know. I'm sure Tissah
would be very grateful to you if you had the whipping stopped - or I should say,
interrupted."
"Let her down." I managed to blurt out, and let my hand roam over that
silken bottom. As Shar Mei lowered the rope Tissah kissed my body all the way
down, managing somehow to open my trousers with her bound hands. I stood
transfixed as she went to work with her mouth. Caroline and Shar Mei watched,
grinning, and the grins broadened as Tissah began making little animal noises,
and I found myself pumping my hips.
"That will do!" Caroline raised her hand and advanced, pulling Tissah
away by the hair. "That will do for now. She's only had six so far, and only
with the little black switch. John, you give her six with the strap, and then
I'll use the cat on her. Let's have her bent over the bar, with her hands
behind her back, Shar Mei."
Shar Mei folded her arms behind her and bound them, and led her to a
rail set waist-high near one end of the room. She stood in front of her and
pulled her head down until she was bent almost double. Caroline handed me a
strap, a two foot instrument of mahogany colored leather, fitted with a wooden
handle and a wrist-loop. Tissah's buttocks were a moving target, rolling
against each other in the most wanton way, but my strap was large enough, and my
aim good enough, to hit the mark fair and square. Spatt! A lovely red patch.
And again, Spattt! Two red marks. Her bottom weaved and bobbed, and she did a
little dance. Shar Mei knelt down, and cradled her head against her breasts,
but held her firmly, just the same.
I paused for a minute, partly to prolong the experience, and partly to
get myself under control, then administered two more juicy strokes. Caroline
watched us, obviously enjoying herself, and fingering a little cord cat o'nine
tails. I approached the victim, and felt her luscious little fanny very
thoroughly before stepping back to give her the last two.
As I took up my position, I realized that Tissah's soft little
cherry-blossom mouth was working assiduously at Shar Mei's nipple, and that Shar
Mei's eyes, in turn were watching my crotch with more than passing interest. I
didn't dare look at Caroline, but I could feel her eyes on me, too.
Whisshhh-Spatt!! Tissah gave a little hop, and for one tiny moment her
buttocks parted wide, revealing a neat, compact, and moist little pussy. I
realized the implications of what I'd seen, and it acted as an aphrodisiac to
me. I swung with a will - SPATT!! and approached her from behind, pressing
against her tortured nates, and seizing her waist to hold her steady. She
opened to me, parting her buttocks to allow my rod to come between them, and
then clamping tight. Only the thin material of my shorts prevented me from
being very naughty indeed. Well, that and Caroline's voice, "My turn now,
darling. You go round front and hold her head down. No, wait! Shar Mei, shall
we do nee-kee-gong? Make Tissah want-no-get?"
"Aaaah, yes! I like very much. She almost ready, I think."
Caroline pulled Tissah erect by the hair, bending her back a little so
that her breasts stood out. "John, why don't you kiss her? She'd love it, I
know, and it might save her eight or ten with the cane. Go on, there's nothing
to be afraid of!" I did. I took her voluptuous little body in my arms and
kissed her, starting with her very willing lips, and working down to her
breasts, began to lick the tips with slow, languid, wet strokes of my tongue.
The effect was more than I dared hope - Tissah writhed and moaned as though I
was making love to her, and when I cupped her little sex in my hand, I thought
she'd become unhinged.
"Time for the cat," Caroline interrupted, "Shar Mei, tie her wrists to
the ring in the floor. I want her well bent over." She drew the lashes through
her fingers lovingly, and caressed the bottom spread out before her. Finally,
she pulled off her blouse, and the whipping began. She whipped slowly, almost
languorously, placing each stroke with care. At the fourth stroke Shar Mei came
up behind me, and turned me facing Tissah, and not two feet away. Those eyes
never left the bulge in my pants. At the fifth her arms encircled me, and began
fumbling with my buttons. My pants fell to the floor just before the lashes
fell for the sixth time.
"You stay, not move," she whispered, and Caroline stepped back, handing
the little cat to Shar Mei. I had a monumental erection, needless to say, and
as Shar Mei resumed the punishment, Caroline appeared beside me, quite nude, and
reached for my hand. She lay down right in front of Tissah, and pulled me down
on top of her, her mouth seeking mine. As stroke followed slow stroke we made
love as I'd never made love before.
When it was all over, and we were walking back to the house, Caroline
said to me, "You still haven't seen all the things. Perhaps tomorrow night
you'd like to?" I squeezed her bottom, and answered that I'd love to. "With
Shar Mei there?"
"If you'd like to. I leave that up to you."
"She was jealous of me tonight, you know." She laughed, "So was Tissah!
That was a mean trick, doing nee-kee-gong. I loved it. Had she been free, she
would have thrown you down and raped you on the spot. Anyway, she won't be there
tomorrow, just Shar Mei and myself, and we'll give you the grand tour. It
should be fun."
