Possession
Chapter 4 – Cathy’s First Punishment
By
SubCathy@aol.com
&
Anchor987@hotmail.com
It was around noon and Cathy was wearing her favorite thick, fuzzy pink
bathrobe and she was sitting at the desk in the family's den and she was
writing in a book. She appeared to be very nervous and her eyes looked puffy,
as if she had been crying recently. And, the following is a portion of what
she's writing…
*****
(An excerpt from Cathy's diary)
"Wednesday, May 6th 1998”
"I really don't know how to start writing this thing, but I don't have any
choice whether to do it or not…at least, not for now I don't have any choice!
See, I'm being blackmailed by some people for something that I didn't
do…only, I can't prove it right now. As if this wasn't bad enough, they are
also forcing me to keep this handwritten record (a dairy of sorts) of my
experiences, and they're making me keep it in of all places…the top drawer of
my night stand, which really scares the hell out of me because there's a
chance John or Traci might come across this book and read it. Normally, they
don't go into my night stand, except there have been a few times in the past
that they both ended up checking my night stand when they were looking for
something and could not find it anywhere else in the house."
"Anyway, I have no idea who these people are or why they are doing this to
me…I just hope I can find a way out of this mess real soon, before they ruin
my marriage and my life."
"Now, I have no idea how they did it, but somehow they managed to get a home
video of me, or someone who looks and sounds like me having sex with eight
strange men in what looks like the living room of my house. I thought about
telling John about what these people are doing to me, but he's a bit on the
jealous side so I don't think I would be able to convince him that it isn't me
in the video."
"Anyway, this morning my ordeal began soon after John and Traci left the
house for work and school. I had hoped that my blackmailers would have lost
interest and leave me alone after that awful display of myself downtown
Chicago the other day, but I should have known better. The minute I turned
the PC on and logged onto the Internet, I was once again greeted by the
message "You have mail" from AOL. I opened the message and I had to read it
twice to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming and that it really said what
I thought it said."
"I was going to print it, but then I figured I had better not print it from
fear that someone might find it in the trash later on, so I knew I had to
rely on my memory and went about following the instructions I had been given.
At first, I thought I might be able to get away with not following their
instructions and just claiming I did follow them if they ever asked me. But
then, I figured I had better do it just incase they somehow had some way of
knowing whether I really followed their instructions or not. After all, so
far they seem to know an awful lot about me and my life and they seem to be
keeping a very close eye on me too."
"First, I went and made sure that both the front and back doors were locked,
since I knew that I definitely wouldn't want any one of my friends walking in
on me unexpectedly and catching me following my blackmailer's instructions.
Sometimes, my friend Janice from next door comes over for coffee and usually
she will just walk in and start helping herself if the door is unlocked and I
don't answer the door when she knocks. Normally, I don't have any problems
with her just walking in like that, but I would just die if she was to walk in
and catching me doing what I had to do today."
"Anyway, I went upstairs to my bedroom after making sure the doors were locked
and I dug out the packages I had hidden with my purchases from the other day.
Following the instructions I had received in the email, I removed my bathrobe
and night gown and then I started to dress accordingly. I really would have
liked to wear those sexy outfits for John sometime, but this wasn't for him.
It wasn't for anybody, anyhow!"
"As instructed, I finished dressing in a white blouse, a black knee-length
skirt with a pair of black high heels. I fastened a thin leather belt around
my waist and looked at myself in the tall mirror. Under normal circumstances,
I would have found my attire very attractive, but I didn't like the way I
looked or felt under these circumstances…I felt almost slutty, especially with
the knowledge of what I was going to have to do!"
"It took me a few minutes to calm myself and regain my composure. Then,
knowing all too well that there was no way of putting off the inevitable and I
should do as ordered…or else, I left the bedroom and went back down to our den
where the computer was setup."
"Suddenly, the den appeared to be darker than it normally was for that time of
day, especially on such a nice sunny day like it was today. At first, I
thought it was just darker because the blinds and curtains were closed and
normally they are open, but then I realized it probably wouldn't have mattered
if they were wide open or not. Instead, the room just appeared to be darker
from my knowing what was about to take place in the room."
"Anyway, I entered the den and stopped in the middle of the room. Then,
taking a deep breath I slowly began to follow the ritual that I had been
ordered to perform."
"First, I knelt down and then I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. Once my
blouse was unbuttoned, I opened it widely as I had been instructed to do and
displayed my lacy bra, before removing my blouse completely and then tossing
it on to the floor several feet in front of me. After which, I unbuckled my
belt from my waist and I placed it on the floor in front of me within my
reach as I had been told to do. Then, I slowly unzipped my skirt and within a
few short minutes it too was laying on the floor near my blouse, which I had
just tossed on the floor a few minutes earlier." "Next came my stocking and
garter belt, but according to my instructions I wasn't allowed to stand up or
sit down, which really made the task of removing my stockings that much more
difficult. It took me a lot longer than usual to remove my stockings, but
eventually I did managed to get them off. The real strange part about that
part of my instructions was that I had to put my shoes back on after I
finished taking off my stockings, so I did!"
"Even though I was alone at the time, I can not begin to put into words how
awkward and embarrassed I felt undressing like that on my knees in the family
den, but I still had a lot more to do before I was finished following my
blackmailer's instructions."
"Continuing, I removed my bra and panties, both of which I tossed on top of
the growing pile of my clothes. Once they were off, I was completely naked
except for the high heels on my feet."
"I stayed in the same position for a long time, trying to regain enough nerve
and strength to perform the rest of the ritual that I was being forced to
perform. Finally, I got up enough nerve to continue and I spread my knees
farther apart and then I picked up the thin leather belt and rolled most of it
around my right wrist, leaving about a foot hanging. 'How could I find the
power to do such a thing to myself?' I asked myself. Kneeling and undressing
in the den was one thing, but this was something else!"
"Twenty lashes with the belt! That's what my email instructions had said was
my penalty for displeasing my blackmailers the last time. Each set of ten had
to be applied according to the indicated ritual. First my back, then my
buttocks."
"Seeing no way out and fearing harsher punishments for not doing as I was
told, I slowly raised the belt to begin my own whipping. Flogging yourself
is no easy task, believe me! I started to stroke my back diagonally with my
right arm, sometimes reaching my shoulder blade, sometimes my kidneys, I was
aware of the fact that those should not be whipped severely, but what could I
have done? Eventually, I completed the ten first strokes and then I moved
down to whip my butt. I stroke the right side five times and then, I
switched hands and used my left hand. Unfortunately, I'm a lot less handy
with my left hand than with my right hand and many of the last five lashes
landed on my thighs rather than my buttock."
"A very strange sensations spread across my body, it felt so hot. I couldn't
help it! My hand found it's way down toward my pussy, not even letting the
belt fall to the floor. I started to rub myself with the belt, which quickly
became slippery. I increased my tempo, breathing very hard and soon I had a
very strong orgasm. I never experienced an orgasm that strong and intense
before and I blacked out!"
"When I regain consciousness, I recalled what I had just done and began to
shake. I knew that all of that was wrong, but I somewhat enjoyed it
immensely. 'What kind of perverted slut would climax just by the force of a
whipping?' I asked myself. Then, I thought of the marks I probably had from
the belt and suddenly, I began to tremble in fear while I thought of what John
would say if he saw the marks on my back and buttocks. I didn't know how long
they would remain there and I was frightened that John would notice them
tonight. 'Maybe, I should pretend that I caught a cold and get to bed early.'
I thought to myself."
*****
It was around 2:30 PM and Cathy was sitting in the living room, dressed again
in her normal clothing when the phone suddenly rang and she jumped and spilled
some of her coffee.
"Hello?" she said, reluctantly answering the phone in the kitchen on the
eleventh ring.
"Hello, Cathy…" the unknown male caller began. "Did you have fun this
afternoon?"
"Who is this?" she cried into the phone.
"I'm not going to tell you my name, but I think you know who I am…don't you?"
The man asked.
"Yeah, I think so…" Cathy responded, regaining her composure a little.
"Good! Then, I hoped you learned your lesson today and I hope we won't have
to punish you again. You're not going to make us having to punish you again
are you, Cathy?" The caller asked her in a very calm voice.
"No…" she began to respond, but then broke out crying, "Please, leave me
alone!"
"Did you write in your journal today, Cathy?" The male caller asked,
continuing after giving her a few minutes to calm down again.
"Yes…" She responded with a sniffle.
"Good, then we have one last thing for you to do today before your husband
and daughter return home." The caller began to explain, "We want you to type
up everything you wrote in your journal today, and we want you to send it to
us as a reply to the email that we sent you today."
Then, before she could say another word the phone line went dead as the caller
hung up on her.
*****
Later that evening, the young redhead woman stored the e-mail she received
from Cathy into a password protected directory in her computer and turned to
the chairman, winking with her bright eyes.
"Didn't I tell you that she was a natural?" she asked him.
The tall man raised from his recliner, walked behind his female companion and
bent over her, using his advantage to caress her shoulders. After a short
moment, he took his chance and lowered his hands to cup her breasts over her
business suit.
"And, so are you, my precious one!" he answered.
"Do you think Mrs Harris was been punished enough for yesterday?" The girl
giggled, pushing his hands away.
"Not quite, my precious one! I think, we should push her a bit farther next
time, don't you agree?" He asked.
"Oh, I sure do!" She quickly answered. After which, the two of them quickly
broke out in laughter.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(Note from Stories-Online.net: This is all I have)
