The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: A Summer Vacation

Chapter 1 An evening meal

The  Continuing  Adventures  of  Lisa  James  :  A  Summer  Vacation

Chapter  One  :  An evening meal


          It was a black Porsche Carrera with personalized plates and it was
sitting in Mrs Henderson's drive. The area in front of the Victorian detached
house was large enough to accommodate several vehicles so Lisa James easily
drove her car into the space at the side of it. She whistled softly, it was
immaculate and a car like that certainly wasn't cheap. Whoever owned it was
inside and she was more than a little intrigued to find out who it was. Her
landlady's friends were numerous, she had a very active social life but as far
as Lisa could remember she'd never mentioned anyone that owned a sports car. The
drive home from work had been uneventful, the roads fairly quiet for a Tuesday
evening so she'd made the journey in thirty minutes.

          Living with Mrs Henderson had proved to be a revelation for Lisa. She
would never have believed that six months ago she'd have allowed a middle aged
woman to totally control her life. It was an arrangement that both of them
enjoyed for very different reasons. Lisa had always known she harbored
masochistic tendencies but meeting Jean Henderson had released them with an
almost frightening intensity. The relationship had allowed her landlady's
sadistic impulses free reign. She'd devised a regime whereby Lisa was allowed a
normal life during the working week but at weekends was expected to adhere to a
set of very strict rules. Her clothing, behavior and what she did with her time
were decided upon by the older woman. Any slight infringement was punished
severely with the strap and as much humiliation as the woman could think of.
Lisa had met several of Mrs Henderson's friends in the most unimaginably
embarrassing situations. Some of the things that had happened to her made her
blood run cold but the memories always made her pussy flood with excitement. Her
thoughts suddenly turned to the coming Saturday morning and her heart
accelerated. She'd been told the previous evening that Mr Blake, their 60 year
old next door neighbor, would be expecting her bright and early. Mrs Henderson
had been allowing him to shave Lisa's vagina and bumhole since the first week
that she'd arrived. The shame of having him do the shaving was bad enough. He
always made her undress completely first and his hands and fingers went
everywhere but worse was the fact that he always found some excuse to punish her
as well. Just thinking about it made her shiver but at the same time her pussy
started to pulse.

          Voices came from the lounge as she hung her coat in the hallway. A
very expensive looking leather jacket was hanging from one of the adjacent pegs.
As she entered the room Mrs Henderson looked up and smiled,
          "Hello Lisa, had a good day? I'd like you to meet Simon Barrow, a
family friend." She turned to the man sitting on the sofa, "Simon this is Lisa
James, my lodger." He stood up and shook Lisa's hand warmly.
          "Pleased to meet you Lisa, have you lived with Jean long?" His
question didn't register for a moment. Lisa was looking in awe at the man
standing before her. His rugged good looks caused her heart to skip a beat as
his steely blue eyes stared directly at her. He was fairly tall, slim and
casually dressed and to Lisa oozed wealth and sex appeal. She swallowed
nervously before she spoke,
          "Er...pleased to meet you Simon several months now that's a beautiful
car you have out there." The words came out in a rush.
          "I've only had it a few weeks, do you like sports cars? I could take
you for a spin sometime if you'd like." Lisa glanced at Mrs Henderson who smiled
broadly.
          "Well dinner will be ready soon. Simon is staying Lisa so if you'd
like to freshen up before we eat you've got time."
          "Yes I think I will," she said turning to their guest, "if you'll
excuse me?" He nodded and smiled showing his perfect white teeth.
          "But of course," he said. Lisa followed her landlady into the kitchen.
          "My god he's gorgeous! How long have you known him?" she asked
breathlessly.
          "About ten years now. I used to do supply teaching for him before I
moved here. He runs a Boy's school, private of course, with his business
partner. They've done very well over the years," said the older woman,  "in fact
I hear there's a waiting list for places. I'm sure you'll find him quite
charming, everyone does."

          Lisa's eyes were sparkling with excitement by the time she descended
the stairs for the evening meal. Her shower had washed away the grime of the
working day and she'd carefully applied her makeup before choosing what to wear.
She'd had to get the balance right, not too severe and certainly not cheap. The
white silk shirt was semi-transparent and her skirt perfectly cut. Black
stockings and high heeled shoes showed her legs off to their best advantage.
Some simple jewelry and a dash of expensive perfume added the finishing touches.
She wanted to portray sophistication and elegance and she thought she'd got it
just about right.

          Mrs Henderson had excelled herself where the food was concerned and
the three of them laughed and joked together throughout the evening.  The wine
Simon had brought was excellent and as her landlady had said he was quite
charming. Lisa found herself flirting with him outrageously during the meal. She
couldn't help herself, the guy was incredibly good looking, attentive and
amusing. His conversation kept her spellbound and every time he looked at her
butterflies tickled her stomach.

          It was just after 9.30pm when Mrs Henderson began pouring the coffee.
As they sipped it she suddenly turned to Lisa,
          "Well young lady it's way past your bedtime. I think you'd better put
your pajamas on, I've laid them out on your bed for you," she paused and smiled
at Lisa's shocked expression, "then you can come down and wish Simon goodnight
if you're quick!" Lisa's face burned furiously quickly turning bright scarlet
before her landlady had finished speaking. The pleasant slightly numbing effect
of the wine deserted her immediately as she stumbled unsteadily to her feet. 
She felt sick as they both watched her with amused expressions as she muttered a
quiet "excuse me" before literally fleeing from the room. Their laughter
followed her up the stairs and all the way to her bedroom door.

          She was absolutely mortified. How could Mrs Henderson have been so
cruel, surely she realized how much she fancied the guy. Already feeling
absolutely wretched she began sobbing quietly when she saw what her landlady had
laid out on the bed. Oh God Please no! The pajamas were covered in little blue
rabbits and were obviously much too small for her. Pajamas suited to a little
girl not a 27 year old office manager! She'd never get into them but she had no
choice. She knew from bitter experience that if she didn't do exactly as she was
told things could quickly become much worse and very painful. Slowly she
undressed and squeezed herself into the childish outfit before heading for the
stairs.

          Mrs Henderson and Simon were still laughing together about the girl's
shocked reaction when they heard a quiet tapping on the lounge door.
          "Come in young lady, hurry up now!" Lisa walked slowly into the room
staring resolutely at the carpet unable to look Simon Barrow in the face. The
pair of them burst into laughter once again. Lisa looked quite ridiculous. The
pajama jacket was very short showing a good three inches of bare midriff. It
gaped open revealing the generous curves of her breasts, the button's
threatening to burst apart. Pushing stiffly against the cotton material her
nipples were blushingly outlined for them to see. The trousers were skin tight.
Lisa's pussy bulged obscenely between her legs, the central crease and fleshy
lips clearly revealed.
          "As you can see Simon she loves to show herself off to my guests. It's
a very bad habit which I have been trying to discipline out of her but it
doesn't seem to be working. You're a disgusting and very bad little girl aren't
you Lisa?" They both smiled as she stuttered out very quietly,
          "Y....Y...Yes Miss."
          "And what do disgusting little girl's deserve?"
          "A spanked bottom Miss." It was almost whispered. She stared even
harder at the carpet, her face burning with shame.
          "Simon and I have been talking and we've decided that you're going to
stay with him at his school for a week during the Summer holidays. You need a
vacation and he needs some help with a party of exchange students." She paused,
letting the news sink in before continuing,
          "Of course I've given Simon permission to punish you whenever he sees
fit. You'll have to be on your best behavior!" Lisa looked up, bewilderment
covering her very red face.
          "B....B...But Miss," she stammered, "what about work and....."
          "Don't be stupid girl, you'll take annual leave. You need a break and
this will be ideal for you. Now I think it's only fair that I show Simon how far
we've got with your obedience training and I'm sure he'll be very interested to
see how much you enjoy the strap. Before you go and fetch it you'd better get
those pajamas off!" Lisa stared in disbelief at her landlady. Surely she didn't
mean to make her strip in front of him. She'd die of shame. Only a short time
ago she'd been toying with the idea of asking him out on a date and now she was
being expected to show him everything. Waves of embarrassment coursed through
her. She looked pleadingly at the older woman but Mrs Henderson simply stared
back with an amused smile.

          "Come on girl I haven't got all night. Do as you're told." His voice
was now hard edged, all the warmth he'd shown her earlier had vanished. She
blushed furiously when he stared directly at her with ice cold eyes.
          "Get those things off and be quick about it!" He turned to his hostess
and smirked.
          "Not particularly obedient is she?" Mrs Henderson suddenly shouted
making Lisa jump,
          "If you don't get those things off right now I'll get Mr Blake round
here to help with you!" The threat of their neighbor being invited to see her
humiliation had her eyes brimming with tears. Slowly her hands went to the waist
of the pajama trousers and began to push them down.
          "Take the jacket off first you stupid girl," snapped the older woman,
"Simon wants a proper look at those tits of yours that you're so proud of. After
all you've been pushing them in his face all night!" He laughed as Lisa's face
went an even darker shade of red. With shaking hands she fumbled with the
buttons. They needed little urging, popping open as she touched them. Swallowing
hard she opened the jacket and slid it from her shoulders. Consumed with shame
she once again looked at the floor as Simon Barrow and his hostess stared at the
wobbling breasts and their pointy nipples.

          "Pick it up girl!" snapped Mrs Henderson. As she bent to retrieve it
her stiff nipples pointed in several directions as the full breasts jiggled
delightfully.
          "Trousers next young lady." Wishing the floor would open and swallow
her up she reluctantly inserted her fingers into the elasticated waistband.
Slowly she pushed them down. The hairless slit of her shaven mound was gradually
revealed as the offending garment slid down and formed a pool around her ankles.
Wallowing in a sea of absolute humiliation she bent down and picked them up. He
laughed as he looked at her smooth vagina,
          "I see you keep her in her natural state, Jean. Nice to see and so
much easier when checking on personal hygiene. No doubt you have to punish her
for touching herself."
          "Oh yes, she's certainly a dirty little girl, likes to show people her
pussy and play with it in front of them. She always seems to have her fingers
inside herself. Quite disgusting aren't you?" said her landlady teasingly. Lisa
said nothing just continued to stare at the carpet her face scarlet.
          "Come over here and show yourself to Simon properly, come on!" Lisa
moved and stood in front of him with her hands resting unconsciously in front of
her pussy. He calmly slapped them away,
          "Hands on your head you little tart!" he said curtly. Lisa did as she
was told as the man slowly looked up and down her naked front. She jumped as his
hands suddenly slid up from her waist to cup her exposed breasts.
          "Still now Lisa," warned Mrs Henderson quietly. His hands moulded and
squeezed the unprotected globes for several minutes before he spoke again.
          "Lean forwards girl." She bent forwards her boobs swinging towards his
face. Sitting back he began pulling and pinching her already rock hard nipples.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she began to squeal pitifully as he did it harder
and harder. Twisting in his grasp did little to alleviate the pain.
          "She seems quite sensitive, do you ever whip her breasts?"
          "She's only experienced it a couple of times but I'm sure she'd be
responsive to anything you'd like to try." He gave the rigid nipples a final tug
before telling her to stand up straight once again.
          "Turn around, bend right over and spread your legs." As Lisa did as
she was told he leant forwards and began a lengthy examination of the valley
between her parted buttocks. She jumped as his fingers ran down the crack of her
bum coming to rest at the crinkled entrance of her anus.
          "And what do you call this young lady," he asked, pushing the tip of
his finger against the tight entrance. Lisa squeaked in protest at the pressure
being applied to her most private place, wriggling her hips involuntarily, her
boobs swinging back and forth as he teased her.
          "Answer the gentleman properly Lisa!" said Mrs Henderson sharply.
          "It....It's...my bumhole Sir!" She blurted out, her face burning
horribly because of what he was doing. Suddenly she groaned and stumbled
slightly forwards as the finger sank deeply into her sensitive passageway. She
sobbed and gasped as he worked his finger in and out, turning it first one way
and then the other, then he told her to stand up and face him. Her hands were
covering her face when she did, the shame was all consuming.
          "Hands at your sides and stop making such a fuss!" He leant forwards
and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, pushing her legs apart. She
gasped as he cupped her shaven mound and squeezed it hard. Then his fingers ran
back and forth along the central, and much to her chagrin, now slippery crack.
It took little effort on his part to coax the sticky lips open. Lisa squealed as
he suddenly pushed several fingers deep inside the wet tunnel. It stretched to
accommodate the intruding digits. She squealed again when he pinched the swollen
stub of her clitoris which was poking excitedly from beneath it's hood.
          "Go and fetch the strap Lisa," said Mrs Henderson firmly. Lisa stared
wild eyed at her landlady. Please no, not the strap, not in front of him!

          The strap was in the drawer of the sideboard where it was always kept.
As she returned to the lounge her landlady was pouring Simon Barrow a glass of
port.
          "Can she take it hard or do I need to be careful?" It was a question
Lisa sincerely hoped Mrs Henderson would respond to in her favour but of course
the woman did the exact opposite.
          "Oh.....don't be concerned. If the little slut can't cope we'll tie
her down. She responds to a firmer application anyway. You can use it as hard as
you like." Standing in front of them she was acutely aware of her nakedness.
Squeezing her legs together did little to hide the pink lips pushing out from
her slit. She held the horrible shiny soft strap out with both hands. Simon
smiled as he took it from her.
          "Right young lady you'd better get over the arm of the settee and make
sure you present that fat arse of yours properly or you'll be sorry." He was
rolling his shirt sleeves up his arms as she reluctantly bent over the end of
the sofa. She kept her legs pressed tightly together but pushed her bum cheeks
up and out. She'd been taught to adopt the position almost from the first time
she'd been punished. Mrs Henderson sipped her port as her friend moved behind
the trembling young woman. Lisa peered over her shoulder at Simon and the supple
strap he held in his hand. She looked pleadingly at her landlady. A smile
creased the older woman's face as embarrassment flooded her lodgers panic
stricken features. The strap suddenly wrapped itself around one of the
unprotected buttocks. Lisa gasped as the first searching stroke set her flesh on
fire.
          "Thwack! Thwack!" He applied the strap slowly to the rapidly reddening
cheeks.
          "Thwack!" The force of the impact drove the breath from her body. She
was gasping and squirming after only the first few stinging blows.
          "Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" He was methodical, working his way
across the fullness of her bottom, covering every sensitive inch with the
stinging leather. Soon she was unable to retain her composure and began begging
him to stop. Her thighs scissored apart revealing the wet hole between her legs
and her toes drummed on the carpet. Tears began to pour down her cheeks as in
her panic she offered to do anything for him.
          "You little slut," said Mrs Henderson quietly, shaking her head.

          The new position was very different and much more humiliating. With
brimming eyes she stared up at them from between her widely spread thighs. Her
pussy and bumhole were fully and shamefully revealed, the moisture pooling
between her pussy lips easily visible. Straps secured her wrists to her ankles
and these were tied with soft rope over the back of the armchair to it's rear
legs. She was totally helpless as Simon Barrow bent and inserted all the fingers
of one hand into her wet vulva. She groaned as he pushed hard, stretching her
open on his hand. Two fingers slid beneath and into her bumhole and then he was
pumping both of her openings at once. Lisa writhed her hot bum cheeks on the
seat of the chair, panting and groaning as he forced her to cry out again and
again. He picked up the strap looking at the wet open lips of her pussy before
sitting down on a dining chair that had been thoughtfully provided by Mrs
Henderson. To Lisa's horror she realised he was looking directly at the hard
knob of her clitoris which was poking out excitedly from beneath it's delicate
hood.

          Again he applied the strap slowly and thoughtfully ensuring that the
quivering soft flesh of the widely splayed legs felt the benefit of every
stroke. First he worked his way along one sensitive inner thigh from knee to hip
and then did the same to the other. From the first impact Lisa was squealing and
crying. The straps and rope held her fully open so there was nothing she could
do to escape the stinging and burning that seared the insides of her legs.
Through her tears she could see him smiling each time she screamed and each time
she begged him to stop. Both of her thighs were soon covered by a glowing red
sheen. He paused and inserted his fingers again. Despite the awful burning she
responded immediately gasping and jerking in excitement as he teased the stub of
her clitoris.
          "She's certainly a little slut Jean, you were right about that. Seems
to like the strap in her more sensitive areas." Lisa began groaning more
urgently.
          "Yes I know, she's totally shameless. She'll come all over your
fingers if you're not careful." He gave the tiny sensitive stalk a final hard
squeeze then wiped his wet fingers on a handkerchief. Humiliation washed over
her as Mrs Henderson caught her eye and smirked and then laughed. Lisa sobbed
quietly as pain and pleasure competed for her attention.

          Her eyes opened wide in shock and she screamed as the strap suddenly
struck the puffy lips of her pussy. Shaking violently she shook her head from
side to side as the sting permeated the very core of her belly.
          "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!......Ooooooooohhhhhhh!....God!.....Not
there! Pleeeeeeeeease!" Before she could catch her breath he struck again
catching the excruciatingly sensitive button of her clitoris. Her scream
reverberated around the room. Luckily the house was detached and double glazed
so there was little danger of a passerby hearing the blood curdling screams that
continued for the next ten minutes or so. Lisa was coated in perspiration by the
time he laid the strap on the arm of the chair. Her uncontrollable sobbing
filled the room as Simon Barrow and Jean Henderson calmly surveyed the scarlet
area between the writhing woman's spread legs. All of her most sensitive parts
were painted bright red, he'd been particularly thorough, careful to ensure that
the strap had curled around every soft curve and inner surface. The whole of the
vulval crease was swollen and very sore looking.
          "Thank Mr Barrow nicely Lisa," said the older woman wickedly. Lisa
gulped in air and tried to form some recognizable words. She did her best to
thank him but it came out a garbled mess.
          "Well she seems quite responsive to a strapping Jean, would you mind
if I indulged myself for a few minutes?"
          "Not at all, it'll do her good but can I ask that you don't let her
come. I'll go and load up the dishwasher and put some more coffee on whilst you
amuse yourself." Opening a drawer she smiled and handed her old friend a tube of
K Y Jelly. With that she disappeared into the kitchen pulling the door shut as
she left. Lisa was still sobbing when he turned towards her.

          Releasing his stiffness from the confines of the boxer shorts allowed
him to breath easily for the first time in the last hour. His erection had
become steadily more painful as he'd strapped the girl's shaven vulva. Her
screams and pleas for mercy had hardened him still further so it was with some
relief that he now stroked the shaft of his fully engorged penis. Lisa eyed the
bobbing cock with apprehension. He knelt in front of her and filled his hand
with some of the clear slippery contents from the tube. She jerked and squealed
as the cold substance came into contact with her sore pussy and stomach.
          "Please don't hurt me anymore Sir!" she said, her face wet with tears
and her hair matted to her forehead with sweat, "I'll be good!" She was ashamed
to be saying it but the fear of being beaten again was too great to ignore.
Feelings of embarrassment and humiliation still filled her as he once again
began fingering the folds of her vagina.
          "You and I are going to get to know each other very well young lady.
All I'll say at this point is that if you don't please me and do exactly as
you're told then I'll make sure you're hurt a great deal more in the future." He
paused as his hand smoothed the soothing jelly along the insides of her hot
thighs.
          "I'll be demanding complete obedience from you at the school when you
come to visit. If you disobey me in any way you'll be sorry. Do you understand?"
Her eyes reflected panic but she nodded her head vigorously. She knew the visit
to his school would be frightening but wildly exciting at the same time. His
expression as he'd strapped her had been one of pure pleasure. She knew he'd
enjoyed causing her pain. The knowledge made her stomach cramp with fear but her
pussy pulsed madly when she wondered what he'd do to her once she was alone with
him at the school. His hands continued to rub the slippery gel into the swollen
lips of her pussy. As his fingers once again grazed the hard button of her
clitoris she groaned loudly and rolled her hips from side to side as much as the
straps and rope would allow. Her embarrassment and excitement increased equally
as his fingers slid into her bumhole, then her pussy, pulling the edges of each
hole wide. Arousal was sending her upwards towards orgasm, if he'd just pinch
and rub her clit for a few moments she'd be there!

          With his knees resting on the edge of the chair he placed the purple
head of his cock against the bright red and very swollen lips of her pussy. With
one thrust he buried himself to the balls in the tight tunnel. Lisa screamed as
he stretched the walls of her hole to their limits. Then he pulled himself out.
She was gasping in pain her pussy throbbing with shock and discomfort. He smiled
at her reaction, enjoying her suffering as he moved the head of his now shiny
shaft to the tight rosette of her bumhole.
          "Pleasepleaseplease don't Sir!" she cried in panic, "Not there! It'll
hurt me so mu......." Before she could finish the sentence he rammed himself
into the flinching depths of her bottom. A high pitched keening filled the room
as ignoring her completely he began pumping himself back and forth in the
incredibly tight hole. His enjoyment was all that mattered as Lisa simply became
an object for his gratification. Her wailing began to subside as he continued to
force his cock in and out. His balls tightened as the orgasm approached, his
pumping getting faster as he furiously drove himself into the quivering young
woman. Then he came, shooting gouts of come into the pulsing tunnel as it
continued to tightly grip his throbbing shaft.

          Mrs Henderson and her guest watched Lisa as they sat sipping coffee
once more. Sticky fluid was seeping slowly from her ravaged backside and she was
moaning and crying softly as the pair of them discussed the arrangements for her
impending visit to Barrow School. A few moments later she was untied and forced
to her feet. Swaying unsteadily she stood in front of them.
          "Well young lady thank Mr Barrow nicely for disciplining you." Lisa
looked at their smiling faces. It was totally unfair and she hated herself for
doing what they said but she meekly thanked him and remembered to address him as
Sir. The older woman curtly told her to quickly go and shower and then wait at
the top of the stairs,
          "And keep your fingers away from your pussy! I'll be up to deal with
you in a few minutes!"

          Upstairs she could still hear them talking and as she came out of the
shower a short time later she heard the roar of the car's engine as Simon Barrow
pulled out of the drive. Standing naked at the top of the stairs she watched
anxiously as her landlady climbed towards her. Worryingly for Lisa the woman
looked angry.
          "Well young lady yet again you've acted quite disgustingly in front of
one of my guests. What have you got to say for yourself?" Before Lisa could
reply she was roughly seized by an ear and marched quickly into the front
bedroom.
          "Stand there!" The older woman went to the dressing table and returned
with two brushes. Lisa eyed them both with fear and trepidation. The wooden
backed hair brush she'd seen and felt before but the "curling" brush was
something new. She guessed it wasn't going to be used on her hair! An inch and a
half in diameter it's entire surface was covered with short stiff nylon
bristles. Goose pimples spread across her skin as she looked at it.
          "Put a pillow on the edge of the bed Lisa." She did as she was told,
now once again acutely aware of her nakedness and the way her boobs wobbled
embarrassingly as she moved.
          "On your back legs apart." As she complied her landlady laughed and
held up the curling brush, "I want this all the way inside you, just the handle
sticking out and then you can stand up!" An expression of pure disbelief flashed
across Lisa's face and she began to sob,
          "Oh no Miss please, I'm so sore, don't make me. I'll be good in future
I really will, please let me off, I'll do exactly as......."
          "I'm sure Mr Blake is still up. If you'd like I can have him come and
hold you while I put it inside you! Well?" It was a very short silence. Lisa
knew her landlady was serious. The thought of someone else pushing the thing
into her was too awful to contemplate and in front of Mr Blake as well. She
shivered at the image that sprang into her mind.
          "In fact I might suggest he use it anyway, as an added incentive when
he shaves you. That's a good idea isn't it?" She laughed loudly as the red faced
shaking girl reluctantly took the proffered brush and gingerly placed it against
the soft flesh of her pussy. Holding it in one hand she carefully parted the
swollen and still red lips and began gently pushing the thing into her moist
pink hole. She started squealing and jerking as the bristles made their tortuous
way along the sensitive inner walls of her pussy. Beads of sweat formed on her
forehead and in between her quivering breasts as she gradually forced the brush
inside herself. Mrs Henderson watched with interest as the girl kept stopping
for breath. With her eyes screwed tightly shut she presented a picture of
absolute anguish.

          Groaning through clenched teeth and shaking uncontrollably she finally
managed to get the thing all the way in. The sensation was truly horrible. She
opened her eyes as her tormentor, who was now sitting on a chair at the side of
the bed, began to speak.
          "Get up and let's have you across my knee. Hurry up, it's way past
your bedtime!" Getting up off the bed was a nightmare in itself. She gritted her
teeth as each slight movement caused a wave of prickling inside her pussy. Once
on her feet she wasn't able to fully straighten up. With hunched shoulders she
moved very slowly towards her landlady. Trying to keep her stomach and bottom
still as she moved was almost impossible. The bristles felt like needles inside
her pussy. Shaking her head at her lodgers very slow progress Jean Henderson
grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her over her knee. Lisa gave a wail of
protest as the spiky bristles pressed insistently into her most intimate and
sensitive flesh.

          The back of the hairbrush splatted loudly onto the jutting cheeks. The
young woman screamed shrilly as the sting from the brush made her clench her
buttocks tightly together in protest. Squeezing her bum cheeks induced an
agonizing pricking deep within the tight confines of her already sore pussy. She
tried her utmost to remain motionless and prevent her bottom from reacting to
the stinging pain but it was impossible. Her screams and wails continued to
bounce around the room as the two equally awful sensations fought for her
attention. Tears were pouring down her face as she gnawed at the back of her
knuckles as the blows continued to flatten each hot globe in turn. It seemed an
eternity before her landlady was finally satisfied with the state of the fiery
red bottom. Sobbing and blubbering Lisa was urged to her feet and roughly pushed
onto her back on the bedspread, the handle of the brush jutting obscenely
between her soft thighs.
          "Right you disgusting little slut get your fingers working on that fat
pussy. I want to see you orgasm before we go to bed and hurry up it's getting
late!" Crying loudly she submitted totally to the older woman's wishes and
started manipulating the lips of her vagina. Any remaining shreds of resistance
had been fully extinguished several hours earlier. Shame and humiliation
suddenly welled up within her. The realisation that she'd do anything, anything
at all, no matter how degrading or painful, that the older woman told her to was
difficult to accept. But it was true. Her pussy was slick with juices as she
traced a path with her fingertips around her throbbing clitoris. As the pleasure
began to build the pricking within her pussy receded but then gradually
returned. Then the orgasm hit and sharp stabbing pain filled the crack between
her legs. Red flashes exploded before her eyes as the excruciating sensations
overwhelmed her. The walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically forcing the
stiff bristles of the brush into the surrounding delicate flesh. It's handle
vibrated and she squealed and screamed as pain and intense pleasure flowed from
the abused hole between her legs.
         
          "Hands underneath your bottom and keep them there!" said her landlady
sharply. Lisa complied and in doing so raised her vaginal opening towards the
older woman's smiling face. The wooden handle jutted slightly upwards from the
pink slit, the lips stretched into a ring around the stiff bristles. Mrs
Henderson rested one hand on the young woman's firm stomach and took a tight
grip on the brush's handle with the other. Slowly she pulled the brush from the
tormented flesh smiling happily as her lodger screamed and moaned quite
delightfully.
          "Get to bed now you dirty girl. Put some cream on your pussy and I'll
inspect it in the morning. We can talk about your visit to Mr Barrow over
breakfast. I'm sure you're going to have a lovely time!"