CHAPTER 2
Naughty in the shower
Atlanta, GA
1991
Shannon Long woke up early in the morning. It was one of the warmest days
in the history of the state. As she woke up she stealthy moved towards the
shower she fantasized about all the is going to do today, she imagined going to
her friend's house and eat her pussy, she thought about that soft slit waiting
to be ravage by Mary's (her friend) hands, fingers, all around her body, up her
ass, and all the fetishes they are gonna do to each other. She was one of those
wild girls that in order to enjoy herself, she had to be tied up, and punishes
severally. Mary was one of those girls that even though she was twenty her body
wasn't as developed as most girls when they reach this milestone of sexuality,
and this was what drove Shannon crazy. She loved her flat chest, her slender
tummy, but most she enjoyed her bold little pussy, that smooth feeling when
Shannon ran her hands over Mary's little pussy. She loved sticking her fingers
into it and ravaging her. She got out of her bed, took her velvet pink pajama
off, and bare naked she went to wash herself. Reaching the bathroom, Shannon
turned on the hot water, entered the shower and started enjoying herself.
As the water started invading her naked skin, Shannon ran her hand gently
down her neck, between her pointy tits, twisting her nipples that by now began
to be very hard. She had this fucked fantasy about being tied up and abused to
the verge of tears. One time after she came from her girl friend's house, out of
anger towards Mary because she didn't punish her enough, she tortured herself:
She lay like this in her bed, wearing blue velvet pajama. As she stood
there, lying on her back, she turned on her stomach, she reached with her left
hand inside her pants and run her palm over her freshly spanked bottom, which by
now hurt more that after the beating she got from her girlfriend, and even
though it hurt more then ever right now, she enjoy it more than ever. Shannon
was this masochistic vixen who was turned on by pain more than every girl or guy
she ever fucked. She loved having her ass spanked raw, her favorite tool was the
rattan can. Her girlfriend used to hit her bottom for hours -
she use to pick a can from her umbrella stand and drive it slowly over
Shannon's shoulders and backside. The cane used to bite her tender thighs,
leaving red stripes on both of her legs. She soon ran her punishment-stick
upward over the back over her legs to wards her perfectly round ass. Then Mary
use to raise her hand in the air, and with a loud "Crack" sound, she landed the
cane on Shannon's ass, leaving painful red stripes over Shannon's ass. Then the
whole process began again.
As Shannon continued rubbing her ass even harder, she took her hand off
her butt and took a jar of her aloe moisturizing, unscrew the cap, dived her
finger in the lotion, and gently rubbed the cream over her sore bottom. The cool
lotion soothe her, it was like the hands of a cool waterfall was washing her
previously abused ass. For the first time she felt this erotic sensation
invading her delicate body, like there was someone behind her, staring at her
bruised bum, ordering her what to do with her own body. She dived her fingers
one more time in the jar and while applying the cream on her ass she spread her
legs even wider, and slowly inserted them in her tight little anus. Oh, the
feeling was so turning on: her legs were spread widest and her pointer and
middle finger moving up and down her anal channel; when her fingers came out it
was this tingling feeling inside of her, taking over her body - Shannon loved
her ass, and especially her forbidden whole, sometimes when her mother wasn't
home, she use to take a long lit candle, and while she stood on her stomach with
her legs wide open, she placed the burning candle in her asshole letting the hot
wax burn her ass, until the whole candle melted down all over her cheeks.
After she played with her little as for a while, she took a small tower
and wiped the grease of her hands, it was time to pay a little attention to her
vagina, that by now was very moist and slippery. She placed herself on her back,
and took another little towel from the nightstand, but this one was way softer
then the previews one.
Shannon gently ran the towel all over her body: on her neck, between her
pointy little tits, over her abdomen, and finally her wet pussy, which after a
few wipes it was just the way as she wanted it to be for her next painful
experiment: very soft and warm. Shannon begun slowly to masturbate, pushing her
fingers down her slit, them applying very light pressure she pulled them back up
again, over her pubic hair, and then back down. After a few more stokes, with
her orgasm closing in, she stopped, she didn't want to come - not yet anyway.
Shannon got off her bed, went to her closet, opened a drawer full of underwear
and took a plastic back full of small clothe pins from underneath the g-sting
'section'. The clothe pins where no longer then two inches, but they looked very
painful, when you open them, they showed a sharp pattern of plastic these, that
interlock with each other when the pin was closed - it was a woman's nightmare
having them on, especially on her pussy, and yet Shannon loved everything about
them: the size, the shape, the color, and especially the pain they caused.
She picked the first clip up to her eyesight, and looked at that plastic
little object that was so minuscule that you could've break it in your hand.
Shannon pushed her fingers together, and moving it down her chest, down he
belly, the clip landed on the left wall of her soft pussy. The pain was so
intense that she could hardly breathe, but she didn't take it off, because,
somewhere deep in her soul a voice told her that it felt so good. She took a
second one, but this time she place it on the other lip, balancing the pain that
slowly made her way to the up to her lower part of the abdomen. Shannon was so
aroused that she didn't give a shit how unbearable it was: her soft little pussy
felt so much pleasure, that Shannon placed another yet another set of cloth pins
on herself. She moved her fingers further down her clit, and squeezing one lip
after the other, Shannon put the last set of cloth pins on herself, crowning her
cunt six times.
She took a mirror from underneath a pillow, and placed it in a way that
she could see her freshly crowned vagina. The sight looked so beautiful, she
could leave her like that forever. Brushing the untouched parts of her private
part, she moved her hand upward towards her hard nipples. Rubbing them with her
fingers, she felt how hard they had become from her erotic experience. Her
nipples were so tuff, they felt like two little marbles waiting to be punished.
Shannon took two more pins and attached them to her naughty nipples - making her
moan out of torment. Her little raspberries started turning redder with every
second gone by. It was like somebody was setting her on fire, burring her flesh
inch by inch. As she stood there, abused, with her tits and privates in cloth
pins, she remembered that her mother might come in any minute and she didn't
need more abuse from her, who would have spanked her, is she was caught like
this. Shannon took of every bondage piece that owned her naked body, got dressed
in a very light silky robe - because her body hurt to much - and head down for
breakfast.
As he continued the shower, her hand landed on her black rectangular
pubic hair. Shannon was obsessed about the shape of her hair down there, always
trimming it to look nice and fluffy. She slightly plaid with her hair and then
reached down until her fingers touched her moist cunt. Moving her fingers back
and forth she started getting a little but hot; and then warmth suddenly started
invading her body, as she rubbed her clit faster and faster until the door of
the shower suddenly opened. It was Diane - her mother. All of a sunned Shannon
froze, with her hand still touching her vagina
"What where you doing there?" asked Diane
"Nothing" answered Shannon and quickly covered her private part
"Don't cover that, don't cover that" said Diane moving toward Shannon who
stepped out of the shower. Shannon took her hands away from her pussy and put
them over her head imagining that she was a slave who did exactly as her owner
told her. Further move, she wide her stands so that Diane could have easier
access to her pussy. Diane moved closer to her stepdaughter until she was only a
few inches away. "Put your hands over you head" she demanded. Shannon obeyed.
Her stepmother gently brushed her hand across Shannon's pubic hair, and gently
inserted two fingers in her pussy. Then after a few second she took them out and
smell them raising her left eyebrow:
"Bad, bad, bad... do you know what happens to naughty girls like you,
do... you?"
"They get punished?" answered Shannon in low voice
"What?"
"THEY GET PUNISHED" said Shannon louder
"Good girl... now please wait over there, with your hands on your head"
said Diane pointing to a corner.
Shifting her butt cheeks from side to side, Shannon moved slowly towards
one of the four corners of the room. Reaching the designated spot, she placed
her hands on her head, and widened her stands. Diane took the ridding-switch
from her closed and moved towards the naked girl standing in the corner awaiting
punishment.
"Position?" asked Diane
Shannon touched the wall with her fingertips, backed up her feet, spread
them slightly and sick her bottom out. "Ready for punishment" declared the girl
"Good" said Diane as she raised the switch "I want you to count these"
"Yes" Shannon replied closing her eyes
Smaacckk! The ridding-switch hit her bare bottom making her scream from
the top of her lungs
"Did I give you permission to scream?" asked Diane
"No, mistress" answered Shannon, and put her ass back in position. The
second stroke was as painful as the first, only she didn't move an inch or said
anything. Then the third, forth, fifth... and so on, added more bruises to her
ass. Diane spanked Shannon's ass non-stop, stroke after stroke, inflicting more
pain every time. The swats flicked her tender thighs as well, leaving red
stripes printed on them. With each bide of the whip, Shannon bottom turned
redder and redder. Blow by blow, Diane enjoyed the sight of her abused 'slaved'
that tried to avoid the furry of the ridding switch. She couldn't take it
anymore, besides that her pussy burned from the abuse she inflicted on herself
last night, her ass was now on fire, adding to her sufferings that she bared a
few days ago. But to her salvation, after a while, the beating finally stopped:
"Sixty" whispered Shannon finally with her last breath
"Okay Shannon, because you played with you pussy without my permission
here is what I want you to do. I want you to sit at the edge of the bed, with
your legs as open as you can... understand?" asked Diane
"Yes" answered the girl
"I will give you twenty-five swats over your naughty pussy, if you move
one inch or close your legs, I will start all over, understand?"
"Yes" obediently answered Shannon, and placed herself at the edge of her
bed with her legs wide open. Diane moved closer to her, touched her cunt with
the switch, swing back her hand, and with a Smaacckk, the switch landed on her
pussy. The pain made her close her legs and fell on the floor holding her
burning clit.
"What did I say Shannon?"
"Forgive me" she answered, and put herself back in position.
Smaacckk! The crop landed on her vagina again but this time, she didn't
move one muscle, she just stood there, taking every stoke Diane gave her, even
though it hurt so much. Another swat hit Shannon private past - it hurt so bad
that she could have jumped out the window. On and on Diane continued to spank
her sweet pussy that by now was turning a shade of light red. With each stroke,
she screamed a little harder until rivers of tears started running down her
checks. After she got the last stroke of the switch she was ordered to stay
naked on the bed for a while without touching any part of her body, specially
her pussy, which by now had a strong reddish tint.
As she stood there, like magic, something appeared all of a sunned onto
her pillow, she looked to see if Diane went downstairs, reached under it and
pulled out a book, she opened it and saw the weirdest letters printed:
?????????????????
She started reading out loud like, there were normal letters, only cut
apart: "NATET HOTET AZAYO", and suddenly from the middle of the page appeared a
hand that grabbed her by the trout and pulled out of the bed into the book.
Shannon was no longer in her room, nor in her world.
