Henry, an electrical engineer who lives in California is a man who enjoys his privacy. He also enjoys games of a rather stern and rather disciplinary variety. Having the means and the desire, he therefore found it to be a logical step that he create for himself a virtual fortress of solitude in an obscure mountainous region of the state. Surrounding himself with a first rate security system, enjoying an occupation that permitted him to do most of his design work on computer and communicate with his clients by modem, fax and phone, found it less and less necessary to leave home. He'd set himself up with a perfect environment. And without a doubt, the central feature of this self-contained world was the playroom.
The playroom contains a wall heater, a dark brown cabinet, a king-size bed, a dresser, a closet, built-in shelves covered with a pink drape, and a customized stair-climber. Behind the stair-climber, most of the south wall is mirrored from floor to ceiling. The ceiling is eight feet high. Several heavy eyebolts protrude from the walls and ceiling of this twenty-foot-square room. Three surveillance cameras are in this room, and two more are in the house. (At different locations around the property there are additional camera mounts for special occasions. )
The dark-brown cabinet is full of bondage paraphernalia. The bed consists of a specially constructed set of low shelves and a mattress. The bed was designed so that when a woman is lying on the mattress, her mouth is level with Henry's cock. Near the floor, on both sides and the foot of the bed's platform, are heavy eyebolts. The dresser and closet are for guest's clothing. The built-in shelves, covered with a passionate-pink drape, are filled with bondage and spanking literature, VCR's, VCR tapes and other odd and ends.
Henry used his knowledge of electricity to modify the stair-climber. It produces electricity, which powers a small television next to the machine. As long as the pedals are being pumped, the television stays on, when the pedals stop, the television goes off. Each time the television goes off, the pedaler gets ten painful swats from a three-inch wide, black, wooden paddle, or some other painful instrument. The normal time for exercise is thirty minutes. The machine is programmed as if a person were walking over hilly ground, with each hill a little higher than the last. Before a session is over, Cheryl usually has to stop at least once. Special metal "boots" are permanently attached to the pedals. The person exercising cannot leave the machine without the special keys that spread apart the "toes" and "heels" of the "boots."
* * * * *
It was on one of his rare business trips, to Los Angeles, that he met Cheryl, a beautiful executive. After she tried her prick-teasing game on him, Henry gave her a good, painful spanking, in her own office! That was the beginning of their lifelong relationship.
A few days later, Henry took her to dinner. In the hotel room above the restaurant she was subjected to another painful and humiliating spanking, and learned to suck cock. A week later, she paid the first of her regular weekend visits to Henry's house, where Henry began training her.
After several weeks, he began introducing her to the other members of the group.
THE GROUP consists of: Stan and Teri, Roger and Debbie, Henry and Cheryl, Linda and Gene.
Stan completely dominates his wife, Teri, and occasionally allows her to have sex with the other members of the group.
Teri is a tall, attractive woman, with long, dark hair. When she is enjoying the company of one or more members of the group, she mostly chooses to dominate one of the other females, with the exception of Linda.
Roger is married to and "supervises" Debbie (rather loosely in Henry's opinion), and often loans her to the other couples in the group.
Debbie is the mischievous member of "The Group." She is about thirty years old, five-footthree, and maybe eight pounds over weight (most of which is in her butt). Her long, straight, natural blonde hair comes down almost to the middle of her back. While her breasts are just the right size for her height, her hips are a trifle wide. Not quite a perfect body, but luscious nonetheless. She has scintillating blue eyes and her face does nothing to detract from her beauty. She enjoys games with all the other members.
Henry was the last member of the group to find a woman to his liking. He had become a member when he met two of the others at a business party and discovered their mutual appreciation for bondage and discipline. Even though he did not have a woman of his own at the time, he was allowed into the group because he had a secluded place that the others could use. The other members live in a nearby city, and punishment sessions can become loud.
Cheryl, the newest member of the group, is beautiful, but spoiled rotten. Because she is the only child of the rich and powerful owner of a large and successful company and because she is in a position of authority in that company, she got away with prick-teasing every male she met, until she met Henry. Henry is gradually turning her into a delightfully obedient woman. She is about five-foot, six, with long, blonde hair that falls below the middle of her back. She has lovely green-blue eyes, large, full, firm breasts, with small, but finely shaped, brownish-pink nipples. There is hardly any unnecessary fat anywhere on her lovely white body, especially since Henry has been "encouraging" her to exercise. Cheryl has not yet met Linda and Gene.
ONE
Cheryl had just spent a painful weekend with Henry. Even though she had been "set up," she had still been unfaithful to him, and had paid dearly for it. Henry had sent Roger to her office to see if she could be enticed into infidelity. Unfortunately for her, she fell for it.
It happened like this. A representative of another company had come to her office to strike a deal with her. Cheryl was excited by the looks, words and manner of the charming man. In her excitement she rationalized that, since she had not received an engagement ring from Henry, or established some other type of formal relationship with him, she was free to make love with whomever she liked. Not having met Roger before, she was completely taken in by the man, and fucked him right there in her office.
The following weekend (last weekend) Henry impressed upon her Rule Number Fourteen. Until that time, Henry had given her the following thirteen rules.
(1) She must not be late.
(2) She must be absolutely obedient to Henry.
(3) She is not allowed to wear pantyhose at any time (Henry finds them ugly at best).
(4) Black is the only color she is allowed for both high heels and underwear.
(5) She is always to wear extra high, high-heel shoes whenever she sees Henry.
(6) She is not to hesitate to obey any command given her by Henry.
(7) No laying out in the sun for extended periods of time (to avoid skin cancer).
(8) Wear a bra at all times. (She used to go braless all the time, though her large firm breasts show no sign of sagging, Henry wants to keep it that way).
(9) Remember to put things away where they belong.
(10) Do not disturb Henry when he is working.
(11) Count the strokes during a punishment (any uncounted strokes will be added to the punishment).
(12) She must always close her eyes for punishment, unless she is told different. (If she forgets, she'll get two additional strokes with whatever implement she is being punished with.)
(13) Whenever sitting or kneeling in the presence of any member of the group, she is to keep her knees at least eight inches apart, unless instructed otherwise.
Ten strokes is the normal punishment for breaking one of the rules.
Rule Number Fourteen is "Never have sex with anyone without Henry's permission."
Cheryl spent the entire weekend in some discomfort for her infidelity. The next weekend was heavenly for Cheryl. She was only paddled once on the stair-climber, then she and Henry spent the rest of the time making love wonderfully, and hiking. Of course he spanked her once in a while as foreplay, but that was far more enjoyable than it was painful.
* * * * *
The following Saturday (October 16, 1993), Cheryl drove up to Henry's house and arrived at 10:00 AM as usual. And, as usual, the first thing she did when she got there was spend thirty minutes on the stair-climber. She was only paddled once for stopping, but that was enough to start the juices flowing between her legs.
After she and Henry made love, Cheryl put on her "uniform" (shear black bra and panties, nylons with garters and high heels) and made lunch.
Five weeks ago Cheryl had met Debbie, Roger's wife. They had spent a pleasant afternoon in Henry's playroom (at least it was pleasant as far as Henry and Debbie were concerned) and one of the last things Debbie said before she left was, "I'll be back in five weeks, and I'll bring Roger."
Shortly after lunch, Cheryl and Henry were sitting in the living room making plans for him to visit her during the week. Cheryl was still wearing her "uniform," when the security alarm sounded. Henry turned on the television and brought up the picture from the surveillance camera at the front gate. A car was just pulling into the driveway and Henry zoomed in on the face of the driver.
Cheryl's face turned slightly pink. The only other time she had seen Roger was when she had fucked him in her office a couple of weeks before. She was not eager to see him again so soon. Even though she had been punished by Henry for her indiscretion, and had then been totally forgiven for it, she was not sure how she should or would react when confronted by Roger again. She was somewhat relieved to see that Debbie was also in the car.
Henry operated the remote that opened the gate.
After the car had come inside the fence, he closed it again. Then he glanced at Cheryl, to see what her reaction was.
Cheryl knew better than to even think about putting on any clothes. Nervously she sat, in her skimpy bra and panties, and waited for the inevitable knock on the door. Trying to hide some of her near-nudity, she parted her long, blonde hair in the middle and draped the two halves over her shoulders, so they covered her breasts.
When Henry gave her a severe look, she immediately put her hair back behind her. When there was a knock on the door, Henry told her to answer it.
With considerable embarrassment, she rose up from the couch and opened the front door. To her surprise, only Roger was waiting outside.
As she looked expectantly behind him, Roger said, "She'll be in, in a minute," and moving inside, took a seat in one of the large, comfortable, lounge chairs in the living room.
Henry greeted Roger with a smile and a nod, but no words passed between them.
Cheryl, still slightly embarrassed by her neamudity, and not knowing how to act around Roger, nervously sat back down on the couch next to Henry. She looked into his face. She was hoping to discover some clue there, as to what was going on. When she saw no hint in his face, she looked over at Roger, hoping he would let her know why he was there. She could have asked, but what would she say? "Hi Roger, did you enjoy the fuck in my office? Oh, by the way, what are you here for?" Maybe not.
After a couple minutes of silence, the front door opened and Debbie walked in.
Cheryl began a small sigh of relief, until she got a look at Debbie.
Debbie was dressed almost exactly as Cheryl was, except she wore no bra, and her garters were solid red, while Cheryl's were red and black. Debbie smiled at Cheryl, then quickly went to Henry and kissed him passionately, allowing his tongue to probe deep inside her mouth, hers probing his mouth in turn. She only broke the kiss when Henry indicated he had had enough.
Jealousy suddenly scrabbled its ugly fingers around Cheryl's insides, but she forced herself to remain motionless. Then, to her consternation, Debbie came over and kissed her just as passionately as she had just kissed Henry. At first she was not going to respond, but she quickly thought better of it, as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Henry watching her closely. Immediately she kissed Debbie back, but was happy when the kiss was finally over. She was still not used to sex with another woman.
Henry pointed to the wall over the fireplace and the others looked where he was pointing. Mounted on the wall were three switches, or what was left of three switches, that had been used-up on Cheryl one afternoon during the weekend she had been punished for infidelity. After each switch had been used, it had been placed in her mouth, and she had bitten through it in several places while enduring further punishment. When Henry explained how the sticks got in their present condition, Roger was very approving, and Debbie wished she had been there to see. Cheryl was just happy that that painful session was over.
Debbie did not sit down, instead, Henry and Roger got up. Henry took Cheryl's hand and helped her off the couch. "Initiation time," said Henry as the four went out the front door and headed for the playroom.
"But I've already been initiated," remarked Cheryl, without much enthusiasm. She knew that nothing she said was going to change Henry's plans.
"That's right," Henry said. "You've been initiated into the group by Teri and Debbie, but you still have Roger, Stan, Linda and Gene to go."
As she walked, her long, blonde hair rippled with each step. No longer surprised at her reaction to impending pain and humiliation, she was not in the least shocked to feel the sexual excitement mounting inside her before she had reached the playroom door.
As they entered the playroom, Cheryl saw that a black, leather strap contraption had been placed on the bed. Obviously Debbie had taken it from the dark-brown cabinet, when she had been in the room removing her clothes a few minutes before.
"Bra should come off, I think," remarked Roger absently.
"Definitely," said Henry, as he looked pointedly at Cheryl.
Cheryl needed no further prompting from Henry. She knew she was going to be "prompted" enough before the afternoon was over. Quickly she walked over to the closet and removing her bra, hung it on an empty hanger next to Debbie's clothes.
"That reminds me," Henry said to Roger, "why don't you make that young lady of yours wear a bra? You know that she'll start sagging if you don't."
"Well, she just hates wearing 'em, and you know how lenient I am," replied Roger, with a slight smile. "But, now that you mention it, I do think it's about time."
When Cheryl turned to face the others, she could not help putting up one arm to hide her newly exposed tits. When Henry gave her a sharp look, she dropped her arms to her sides. She went to the foot of the bed when Henry motioned her over. He was holding the leather contraption and clearly waiting for her.
When she got to the foot of the bed, Henry said, "Turn around."
Cheryl turned her back to Henry. Henry slipped a wide, black, leather strap, almost large enough to be called a corset, around her waist, just above her navel. It came up to the bottom of her tits.
She felt him tightening it securely. He made her suck in her tummy, so he could tighten it even more securely.
When he was satisfied that the strap was secure enough, Henry said, "Put your hands behind you."
Roger and Debbie both watched as Cheryl obeyed Henry's command. She immediately felt one of her wrists pulled farther up behind her, then encased in what felt like a wrist-cuff. After the cuff was buckled tightly around her wrist, her other wrist was drawn up just below it and fastened similarly. She found that, though she was not in any way uncomfortable, her arms were completely immobilized behind her. Stretching her finger tips as far as she could, she found that she could not reach anywhere near the tops of her lovely asscheeks.
"On the bed, face down" Henry said, pointing at one side of the bed.
Cheryl went to the bed and carefully got up on it. Henry stood close by, in case she should fall. Lying along the side of the bed she noticed that there were several more black, leather straps lying on the sheet next to her.
Roger turned to Debbie and said, "You could use a little exercise," and nodded at the stair-climber.
Debbie removed the rest of her clothing, got the black, wooden paddle and a pair of wrist-cuffs from the dark-brown cabinet, and went to the machine. She set the paddle on the chair in front of the television. After putting the wrist-cuffs on, she placed her feet into the metal "boots" on the pedals, then bent down and tightened the boots securely to her bare feet with the special keys. The lining inside the metal boots felt comfortable, but she knew that it would not be long before her feet would be the last thing on her mind. She handed the keys to Henry, who had come over to set the timer and difficulty level.
Meanwhile, Roger picked up a short strap and fastened Cheryl's ankles together. Using a second strap, he fastened her ankle strap to one of the eyebolts at the foot of the bed.
Henry attached Debbie's wrist-cuffs to the rails of the stair-climber and watched as the luscious, naked girl started pedaling.
The television came on.
Henry tuned it to a public broadcasting station. There was a full orchestra playing classical music. After setting the volume low, he picked the paddle up off the chair and turned to watch Roger and Cheryl.
Meanwhile, back at the bed, Roger had fastened a third strap around Cheryl's knees.
"Up on your knees," Roger said.
Cheryl had to struggle a bit, but eventually she was able to raise herself up to a kneeling position. Her panty-clad ass rested on the heels of her shoes. The thought trailed through her mind that for the first time she was hearing the pedals of that monstrous stair-climber being pumped by someone other than herself.
Roger threaded a fourth strap through the one around her knees. Telling her to bend forward, he moved her hair out of the way, letting it hang off the side of the bed, and wrapped the strap around the back of her neck. Pulling it tight, he buckled it.
She felt as though she were being folded in half. By the time Roger had finished tightening the strap that ran from her knees to the back of her neck, her head was forced all the way down until her face was resting on the mattress.
Debbie began to sweat as she pumped the pedals.
Roger picked up the last item on the bed, a length of white rope. He tied one end to a D-ring on the back of Cheryl's arm-strap contraption. He tied the other end to an eyebolt high up the wall at the head of the bed.
Cheryl suddenly began to feel very vulnerable. Her hands were securely cuffed behind her, just about the middle of her back. Her legs were strapped together and secured to the bed, and she was bent double with her ass high in the air. After Roger had further secured her to the wall at the other end of the bed, she could not move in any direction.
Suddenly Cheryl involuntarily sucked in her breath! Roger was pulling down her panties! After he got them down past her beautifully upthrust cheeks, he continued to pull them down her thighs until they were nearly at her knees.
In her extremely bent position, she could feel both of her cunt-lips peeking out behind her, between her thighs. Her face, and much of the rest of her body, turned a bright pink with embarrassment.
Debbie began to labor on the stair-climber.
Cheryl squirmed and moaned, mortified at her indecently exposed position. She heard Roger opening one of the doors of the dark-brown cabinet. Looking toward him, she saw him take something out that she had seen in there several times, but had never had used on her. It was a riding crop. A rather sturdy-looking one. It was nearly three feet long, with a small triangular piece of leather at the business end. The handle had a loop of leather, so the instrument could be hung from a wrist. Considering her present position, Cheryl had no doubt whatsoever where that crop would be used in a few moments.
TWO
The music from the television suddenly stopped.
Roger walked over to Cheryl and placed the tip of the crop lightly on the left cheek of her naked, upturned ass. "Smack!"
Cheryl jerked as she heard a loud smacking sound, then was confused when she felt no pain. After a moment she realized that the sound she had heard was Henry swatting Debbie with the paddle, not Roger smacking her with the crop.
"Whap!"
"Ah!" yelped Cheryl, when the crop actually did land on the left cheek of her helpless butt.
"Whap!"
"Ah!" she cried, as the crop hit her right cheek.
Roger alternated the strokes, putting one on each cheek. His arm rose and fell once every five seconds. "Whap!"
"Ah!"
He smiled as Cheryl forgot to count the strokes and close her eyes.
"Whap!"
"Ah!" Cheryl was watching Debbie's ass turn pink from the single stroke of the paddle it had received. Debbie was bent over, with her head on the padded consol of the stair-climber, as Cheryl had been so many times before.
"Whap!"
"Ah!" through the pain, she vaguely wondered why Henry had given Debbie only one swat.
"Whap!"
"AAH!" she yelped louder as the crop came down harder.
Henry was watching Cheryl's initiation with mixed feelings. He was happy that she had forgotten to close her eyes and keep the count, because he would get to see her receive many more swats, but unhappy because she should have known better. Oh well, he'd just have to give her some extra punishment that night as a reminder.
"Smack!" Henry slapped his paddle against Debbie's naked ass. "Two," said Debbie.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Shit! One!" said Cheryl, finally reminded to keep the count when she heard Debbie counting. She had not heard Debbie's "One" because she had received her first stroke at the same time Debbie spoke, just as Roger had planned.
"Eyes," said Roger, as he gave her another stinging swat from the riding crop.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Two!" cried Cheryl as she closed her eyes and realized she was going to get two more extra swats for not remembering to close her eyes.
"Smack!"
"Three," said Debbie.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Three!" cried Cheryl. The cheeks of her ass were turning pink, along with Debbie's.
"Smack!"
"Four," said Debbie, as her pussy began to juice up from both her own paddling and the sounds of Cheryl's initiation swats and cries of pain.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Four!" cried Cheryl. Little triangular marks were forming all over both cheeks of her weaving ass, as her initiation continued.
"Smack!"
"Five," said Debbie, feeling more turned on at every stroke of the paddle, and every swat she heard Cheryl receive from the crop.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Five!" cried Cheryl.
".'Smack!"
"Six," cried Debbie.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Six!" cried Cheryl. She did not know which was worse, the pain of the crop or the embarrassing fact that she was getting wet between the legs and Roger could plainly see it.
"Smack!"
"Seven," cried Debbie.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Seven!" cried Cheryl. In her tightly bound position, she could not even wiggle her smarting ass effectively.
"Smack!"
"Eight," yelped Debbie, as the strokes became a little harder.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Eight!" cried Cheryl.
"Smack!"
"Nine," yelped Debbie.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Nine!" cried Cheryl.
"Smack!!"
"Ten!," yelled Debbie, after the last penalty stroke smacked into her naked ass harder than the previous strokes. Her arousal subsided somewhat at the intensity of the pain of the last stroke.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Ten!" yelped Cheryl, as the swats became harder.
"Whap!"
"AAH! Eleven!" yelped Cheryl.
"WHAP!"
"AAAHHHH! TWELVE!" screamed Cheryl, after her last swat from the crop landed hardest of all.
Debbie stood up and resumed pedaling. Her naked ass had a broad pink stripe across it, which burned furiously, and the pedaling did not seem to help, though there was still plenty of juicy moisture between her legs to testify to her aroused condition.
The music from the television could be plainly heard in the room once again.
Cheryl moaned in pain, embarrassment and arousal, as Henry came over to inspect Roger's work.
Roger touched the tip of the riding crop to Cheryl's protruding pussy-lips.
Cheryl wiggled her ass, as best she could, and moaned in increasing humiliation.
Roger stroked the tip of the crop down Cheryl's thighs, then back up to her pink cunt, tickled the lips and clit for a moment, then moved on up to her ass. The crop lingered over her asshole for a moment. When Henry shook his head, Roger moved the tip of the crop away from the puckered opening.
Cheryl was still a virgin in the ass, and Henry was saving her little hole for a special occasion.
As the crop lingered over her anus, for the first time Cheryl consciously realized that that hole too was easily viewed from Roger's perspective. To make matters worse, she knew that in her present extremely bent-over position, that little hole was stretched wide open! Her embarrassment increased accordingly.
Roger slid the tip of the crop down her left side, then, without warning, slapped her back. As he placed ten solid swats on the upper part of her back, she did not forget to close her eyes and keep the count. Just after he finished with her back, they heard the timer from the stair-climber go off.
The music from the television stopped, as the pedals locked in place.
Debbie was relieved that she had only gotten one paddling while on the machine. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the paddling, but she knew that Henry had the disconcerting habit of making the nasty sting of the last stroke negate most of the pleasure that she derived from the previous caresses of the black, wooden paddle.
Henry left off watching Cheryl's initiation, went over to the stair-climber and released Debbie's wristcuffs. Then he handed her the keys, so she could free her feet from the boots.
Debbie was hot and sweaty. She had been on the machine for forty-five minutes, and she had just barely been able to make the last minute. She was about to go take a quick shower, when Henry stopped her and told her to go sit in front of Cheryl.
"I'm all sweaty," Debbie said. "Don't you want me to take a shower first?"
"No," said Henry, a smile playing across his lips.
Abruptly Debbie understood, and smiling herself, went and sat on the bed in front of Cheryl. She put one leg on either side of Cheryl's body, her cunt close to the top of Cheryl's head, and waited for the men to tell her what to do. Though she was sure that she knew what they wanted, she knew better than to try to second guess them. She would surely be punished for that, whether she was right or wrong.
Henry got a medium-sized dildo out of the dark brown cabinet. The dildo was black, about an inch and a quarter in diameter, and over a foot long. He handed it to Roger.
Cheryl did not seen the dildo.
Henry looked at Cheryl and said, "Now you know how this works, just like with Teri, remember? For the next hour, if you say 'No' to anything Roger asks, you'll be punished." Then he walked out of the room without waiting for a response from the securely bound girl. He went into his office to work on the computer for an hour.
Cheryl watched him leave, and trembled slightly. Though Henry had told her long ago that he would not ask her to fuck another man, he had not said that another man would not as her to fuck. If he did not ask her, unfortunately, that left little more for Roger to put her through than pain and humiliation. She was not sure which she liked less. A little pain was nice before a good fuck from Henry, but she was sure that Henry was not going to be fucking her any time soon. And, she had never gotten used to humiliation at all (at least not consciously). She had failed to notice that, on several occasions, she had been wet and ready after she had had to endure an extremely embarrassing situation.
In his office next to the playroom, Henry started up his computer and opened the file on which he had been working the day before. Then he brought up the security window in the upper right corner of the monitor. Selecting the camera in the playroom that would give him the best view of the coming action, he continued with his work, occasionally glancing up at the picture of Cheryl being initiated. Every once in a while his glance lingered, when something especially juicy was happening in the playroom.
* * * * *
When Henry left the playroom, Roger loosened the strap that held Cheryl's head to her knees. Then he slid the tip of the riding crop along her side and down until it rested against her protruding left breast. Her tits were mashed against her legs, pressing the large fleshy mounds out to the sides.
"Raise your head," said Roger, tapping the side of Cheryl's breast very lightly.
When Cheryl raised her head, she knew instantly what she was going to be told to do.
"Lie down," Roger said to Debbie.
When Debbie did as she was told, her head barely touched the wall at the head of the bed. The bed was just long enough to allow Debbie to lie down with her legs on either side of Cheryl's head and her crotch pressed firmly into her face.
As Debbie's sweaty cunt pushed against her face, Cheryl wrinkled her nose. Cheryl could see the drops of sweat all over Debbie's body. It dripped from her breasts and face, from her stomach and legs, and there were little drops of sweat trickling into her pussy. The smell of the pussy in Cheryl's face was not as pleasant as it had been the other time it had been there, five weeks ago.
"What are you waiting for?" demanded Roger. "Lick it. Suck that juicy cunt, and don't give me that look again."
Cheryl had grimaced slightly. She was not sure if she objected more to his terminology, or to the disgusting meal in which she was about to partake. Apparently she was too slow to get to work, because Roger slapped the riding crop hard against the side of her breast before she stuck her tongue out to lick the sweaty cunt in front of her.
"Whap!" a stinging pain flashed into her tit as she moved her face toward Debbie's smelly hole.
"Lick it," Roger said sternly, "and don't stop until I tell you."
Disgusted, Cheryl stuck out her tongue and began to lick the furry muff in front of her. Surprise was her first reaction. It did not taste bad at all, and come to think of it, it did not really smell bad either. It must have been just the thought of the sweaty pussy that had revolted her in the first place.
"This was not going to be so unpleasant after all,' she thought.
Suddenly Cheryl felt something touch her pussy, then try to get inside. Startled at the unexpected intrusion, she jerked her face away from the work in front of her, and looked back to see what was happening behind her.
Debbie moaned in frustration as Cheryl's nice, warm tongue quit lapping at her snatch.
Roger looked at Cheryl as he continued to work the tip of the dildo into her pussy. He had smeared hot-jel over the first eight inches of the fake, black dick. As he shoved it in, it warmed her insides.
The hot-jel is a clear liquid, with the consistency of Vaseline. It makes an excellent lubricant, but until it is diluted somewhat (usually by other body fluids) its chemical make-up causes a painful, but harmless, burning sensation.
Cheryl groaned in mortification at this further embarrassing intrusion of her most private parts. Then she started to feel the heat from the jel, and began squirming her ass madly! She knew what caused the heat, Henry had done this to her before. She knew that after a while her cunt juices would dilute the hot-jel to a pleasant warmth, but until then her pussy would feel like it was on fire!
When the dildo was inside Cheryl's pussy about three inches, Roger left it there and stepped back from the bed. Taking a full swing, he brought the crop solidly against the left cheek of Cheryl's helpless ass.
"WHAP!"
"I told you not to stop licking," he said firmly.
Finally Cheryl was getting the hang of the game. This time she remembered to close her eyes and count the strokes, even though the hot dildo inside her felt like it was burning her up!
"One!" she yelped, as the pain in her ass slowly spread toward her hot, dildo-stuffed pussy.
"Lick!" he exclaimed.
Cheryl continued licking Debbie's pussy, but she could not stop squirming her ass.
Roger delivered nine more painful strokes to Cheryl's defenseless, up-raised butt. He made each swat a little harder.
Debbie moaned excitedly at what Cheryl's tongue was doing to her, and at the way each stroke of the crop caused Cheryl's mouth to jerk deliciously against her cunt.
Each time the crop hit her exposed, defenseless bottom, Cheryl pulled her mouth away from Debbie's pussy just long enough to count the stroke, then plunged her tongue back between the sweaty, juicy pussy-lips. By the time the tenth stroke landed on her defenseless rear-end, her cunt had become used to the hot-jel.
Debbie came in her face just after the tenth swat.
Initially, the stinging pain of each swat from the riding crop was unpleasant, but soon the warmth they caused in her ass spread to her pussy. Sexually, the net effect of the crop and the pussy in her face was very exciting for Cheryl.
Roger took hold of the dildo still protruding from Cheryl's pussy and pulled it out. Putting a fresh coat of hot-jel on it, he worked the dildo back into her cunt. This time he shoved it far deeper inside her thoroughly soaking cunt. At about seven inches, he stopped pushing it in and started stroking and twisting it. Simultaneously he tapped her protruding clit with the end of the riding crop.
Moans of pleasure could be heard from the vicinity of Debbie's cunt. Regardless of the fact that the fresh coat of hot-jel was burning again in the lower four inches of her passion passage, Cheryl was rapidly approaching a climax of her own as Roger continued to work the dildo behind her.
Debbie was trying for her second orgasm.
Roger waited until both girls were about to cum, then jerked the dildo out of Cheryl's cunt, and slapped her butt hard with the riding crop. At the same time he told Debbie to get up off the bed.
Debbie, close to her second orgasm, did not want to move away from the delightful tongue in front of her, but she knew the consequences of not obeying immediately. She got up off the bed and squirmed about, rubbing her thighs together, trying to get the friction necessary to reach her climax.
Even though the dildo had been pulled from Cheryl's cunt, it had left the hot-jel behind, inside her. She squirmed in frustration as her approaching orgasm was thwarted, and even more at the hot-jel deep inside her love-hole.
Roger laid the dildo on the far side of the bed.
"Put your hands behind you, and spread your legs wide," Roger ordered Debbie.
Her frustration increasing, Debbie did as she was told. Slowly, but surely, her pleasure subsided and she groaned sorrowfully.
Roger undid Cheryl's rope and straps, and released her from the bed. He left her arms encased in the wrist-cuffs that were attached to the leather strap around her waist, but removed the straps from her ankles and knees.
Cheryl stretched her body as she got painfully to her feet. Her panties fluttered down from her knees to around her ankles. Her arms were still secured behind her. Realizing that there was no chance that she would be allowed to put her panties back on, she simply stepped out of the. Then, other than her wrists being secured behind her, she was able to move around freely. She wanted to rub her tingling bottom and her burning cunt against the bed, but did not dare. She had to settle for standing with her legs spread wide, allowing the cool air to get to her hot-jelled hole.
Roger had Debbie put Cheryl's panties where they belonged, then directed Cheryl to stand at the foot of the bed, facing it. He strapped her ankles together again. Then he attached one of the short leather straps to a D-ring in the front of the wide, leather strip around her waist. Letting the short strap dangle down in front of her, he told her to bend over.
Cheryl bent forward and allowed the upper portion of her body to lie on the bed as Roger tended to Debbie.
Roger secured Debbie's hands behind her with two leather straps. Each strap had a loop that circled one wrist. The loose ends of the straps went around her body and buckled in front. She knew that he was making sure there was no way she could play with her pussy. Then he told her to get on the bed, on her stomach, with her legs on either side of Cheryl's head.
Debbie smiled widely and hurried to do as she had been ordered. She was pretty sure that she knew what was going to happen next.
When Debbie was lying face-down, with her crotch just inches from the top of Cheryl's head, Roger stood at the end of the bed behind Cheryl, and took hold of Debbie's ankles.
Cheryl, bending over the bed, felt the front of Roger's pants pressing against her naked ass. She also felt his erection through his pants.
"Raise your head," Roger ordered Cheryl, as he began dragging Debbie's butt closer to Cheryl's head.
Cheryl strained to raise her head, but when she saw Debbie's asshole coming toward her mouth, she turned her face to the side in disgust. Without thinking she said, "No!"
Instantly she wished she had not used that word.
Roger stopped dragging Debbie's ass toward Cheryl's mouth.
Debbie squirmed a bit and moaned in mild frustration. She had been anxiously awaiting the feel of Cheryl's tongue in her little, brown hole. Ever since Roger had told her how and where to lay, she had known what he had in mind.
Roger, pretending to sound angry with Cheryl, ordered, "Stand up and turn around!"
Cheryl struggled a bit, but then finally made it up off the bed. Turning around with her ankles strapped together was not easy either, but she managed.
Roger got a long, white rope from the dark-brown cabinet. There was a loop in one end, large enough to easily go over Cheryl's head. After Roger placed the loop around her neck, he let the rest of the rope trail down at her feet. He tucked the free end between her thighs, then told her to bend over.
Pulling the rest of the rope between Cheryl's thighs, Roger got up on the bed. He ran the end of the rope through an eyebolt in the ceiling over the middle of the bed. Then he pulled it tight and tied it off.
When Roger was finished tying off the rope, the pull of the rope had backed Cheryl up firmly against the foot of the bed and held her bent over so that her upper body was ninety degrees to her legs.
She could not figure out what was about to happen. She had thought that she was about to receive another ten swats on her ass from the crop for saying the word "No," but in this position, most of her ass was pressed firmly against the foot of the bed.
Roger jumped down off the bed.
Debbie had lain quietly until that time, but knowing that the fun was about to start, she turned her head, to watch over her shoulder.
Roger brought the crop down hard against Debbie's ass, and told her to get her face back down against the bed.
Pouting slightly, because she wanted to watch and would not be allowed to, Debbie did as ordered. A small triangular red mark formed on the left cheek of her naked ass, just below the broad pink stripe that Henry had made with the paddle.
Roger stood next to Cheryl and gave her a short lecture about how "it was not a good idea to refuse to do what she was told or expected to do." As he spoke, he tickled the end of her nose with the crop, then moved it around other areas of the front of her body.
Since Cheryl was bent over, her large, firm tits were hanging down. Her blonde hair had fallen down, covering one side of her face. The crop slid over her helpless breasts several times. Finally the crop centered its attention on her right breast, and soon her nipple was hard and aroused. It changed from its normally light, brownish-pink color, to a darker pink.
When Roger saw that Cheryl's nipple was aroused, he dropped the tip of the crop almost to the floor, then brought it back up swiftly. "WHAP!"
The tip of the riding crop slapped noisily against the nipple of Cheryl's right tit!
Cheryl screeched in agony and shock! She had not thought for a minute that he would hit her there! She had thought he was just getting her aroused before he started swatting her back.
Henry smiled as he watched the scene in the computer security window.
Cheryl's nipple swelled visibly and its color deepened even more.
Debbie squirmed in frustration. She had heard the smack of the riding crop, but had no idea where on Cheryl's body it had landed. She desperately wanted to take a quick look, but she didn't dare. From past experience she knew that Roger was undoubtedly watching her, waiting for her to do just that, to give him a reason to punish her ass with the riding crop.
Roger moved to the other side of Cheryl and began massaging her right nipple with the tip of the crop.
Cheryl moaned in fearful anticipation of the next blow. Her right nipple grew hard and dark.
The tip of the crop dropped toward the floor.
"WHAP" Cheryl screeched again, then suddenly remembered to close her eyes and count.
"One!" she cried as the stinging pain in her left nipple was crowded out of her awareness by the even more intense pain in her right nipple.
Roger got the chair from in front of the television and set it next to the beautiful, bound and bent-over girl. Taking his time, he ran the tip of the crop around her soft, white tummy for a few moments, then suddenly slapped it against her left breast.
"WHAP"
"Two!" yelped Cheryl.
Roger kept massaging various parts of Cheryl's anatomy with the crop between strokes, but each swat from the riding crop was either on one of her nipples or on the tender fleshy parts of one of her hanging tits.
When he gave her the eleventh countable stroke, Cheryl screeched in surprise, then remembered that she had to take two extra swats for not closing her eyes.
Of course the twelfth swat was hardest of all, and right on the center of her sorest nipple. The rope, that went from around her neck and through her legs, kept her from standing up. Regardless, she managed to shake her tits and squirm delightfully, as the pain in her defenseless breasts ran its course. She desperately wished that she could rub them, but with her hands securely strapped behind her, she knew there would be no such relief.
"Now are you going to cooperate?" asked Roger, making his tone sound as severe as possible.
"Yes," Cheryl said immediately, wanting to get any kind of relief to her searing breasts. She knew that by agreeing to do what he wanted, she would soon be lying on the bed face down, where she could rub her smarting tits against the cool, soft sheet. Then she thought about it, and suddenly realized what she had just agreed to. Vaguely she wondered if she would rather take another ten swats on her tits instead. Would that be better than having to put her face in someone's ass? At that point she no longer had too much of a choice. She had already agreed to do it. Besides, she did not know if her tits could take another ten swats from that nasty riding crop.
THREE
Roger got up on the bed and untied the rope from the eyebolt in the ceiling. Jumping back down to the floor, he took the loop from around Cheryl's neck and allowed her to stand upright. As he put the rope back in the dark-brown cabinet, he told her to turn around and face the bed.
Reluctantly, Cheryl turned around.
"Bend over," commanded Roger, moving up behind Cheryl.
Debbie was still lying as she had been before, face down, with her legs spread wide, and her ass just inches from where Cheryl was about to put her face.
At first, Cheryl was disinclined to do as Roger ordered, but, as her burning tits touched the sheet she was happy to have complied. The cool, smooth material soothed her aching nipples somewhat.
Roger took up his former position behind Cheryl. Grasping Debbie's ankles, he again ordered Cheryl to raise her head.
This time Cheryl complied without comment, but she closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose as Debbie's asshole was dragged close under her face.
"Stick your tongue down there and lick her cunt," demanded Roger, spreading Debbie's legs farther apart to accommodate Cheryl's mouth.
Debbie arched her back to make her cunt more accessible to Cheryl's tongue.
Cheryl, happy that she had not been ordered to lick the little brown hole in front of her, gladly licked the wet pussy-lips below it. She continued to lick for several moments, instinctively reaching farther down to lick the clit below. Inadvertently she buried her nose in the crack of Debbie's ass.
Debbie moaned in pleasure. The velvet tongue on her clit was exquisite, and the nose pressing against her asshole felt delightful.
Roger picked up the black dildo.
"Lick higher," Roger ordered.
Reluctantly, Cheryl raised her face and licked only the pussy-lips and cunt-hole in front of her. She knew that it would not be long before she was ordered to lick still higher.
Roger began working the dildo into Cheryl's cunt.
"Higher!" he commanded.
Hating the very thought of what she was about to do, Cheryl slowly raised her head and stuck her tongue out toward the little, brown, puckered hole in front of her.
Debbie squirmed in shear delight at the feeling of the tongue tickling around the rim of her little hole.
"You'd better do better than that!" warned Roger, ominously.
Cheryl could smell the little hole below her lips, and was surprised that the aroma was not as bad as she thought it would be. She stuck her tongue farther out, and tasted the cavity. To her surprise it did not really taste bad either. Still, she continued to lick little more than the rim of the hole.
"Stick that tongue all the way in that hole, or you'll wish you had!" warned Roger.
Reluctantly, Cheryl slowly complied with Roger's demand. Her tongue probed deeper into the little, brown opening.
Debbie squirmed in delight.
Cheryl wondered what it could possibly feel like, to make Debbie squirm about so much?
Roger worked the dildo farther into Cheryl's cunt.
Debbie shoved her ass harder against Cheryl's face. She was enjoying to the fullest the deliriously wonderful feelings caused by Cheryl's tongue in her asshole.
Cheryl began to squirm herself, as the dildo was worked farther inside her.
Roger got eight inches of the dildo inside Cheryl, then stopped. Bending down, he took the little strap that dangled from Cheryl's waist, and threaded it between her thighs, from front to back.
There was a small clip on the end of the dildo that protruded from Cheryl's pussy. Roger threaded the strap through a buckle at the base of the back of the wide leather strip around Cheryl's waist. Pulling it tight, he clipped the strap to the end of the dildo, thus holding it in place.
The dildo filled Cheryl's hot, wet hole nicely, but since Roger had stopped moving it, the orgasm, which had been building up inside her, had stopped climbing. She could not get the proper motion from the dildo to bring her any closer to her own pleasure.
Meanwhile, Debbie was enjoying her position immensely. The tongue in her ass was sending thrill after thrill of marvelous chills up and down her spine.
Once Roger had secured the dildo inside Cheryl's cunt, he took off his clothes. Reaching over to Debbie's butt, he spread the cheeks of her wiggling ass wide, and told Cheryl to lick deeper.
Cheryl, disgusted by what she was asked to do, considered refusing, but instantly remembered what the consequences to her smarting tits would be, and complied with the demand. Slowly, and reluctantly, she sank her tongue as deep inside Debbie's puckered, little, brown hole as she could.
Debbie's squirms of delight changed to thrashings of rapture. She could hardly contain herself. Unfortunately, even though she was in the most intense pleasure imaginable, she could not cum because nothing was touching her clit. At that moment, if her arms had not been securely strapped behind her, she would have dared any punishment Roger could devise, to put her hands between her legs and bring herself to orgasm.
Roger released Debbie's ass-cheeks and placing his hand on the back of Cheryl's head, forced it down tightly against Debbie's butt. Warning Cheryl not to move her face away from Debbie's ass, or her tongue out of Debbie's asshole,' he released her head and went to the head of the bed. Climbing on the bed, with the riding crop in his hand, he found just enough room, between Debbie's head and the wall, to sit. His hard cock bounced against the top of Debbie's head as he made himself comfortable. Then, grabbing a handful of Debbie's blonde hair, he raised her head up and stuffed his cock in her mouth.
Debbie had been moaning continuously from the ministrations of Cheryl's tongue. As Roger's cock went in her mouth, she gave one last, loud moan, then began sucking on his hard shaft for all she was worth. In her position it was a severe strain to move her head the way Roger wanted her to, and her neck muscles were soon tired.
Roger, always helpful, gripped her hair more tightly and began pistoning her head back and forth. Forcing her face tight against his lower belly, he held her there for several seconds, with his cock buried deep in her throat, then continued to pump her head back and forth. Her warm, wet mouth, and velvety tongue, did their jobs as he had taught them long ago. He was soon on the verge of cumming. With his free hand, he used the crop to slap Debbie's ass, right next to Cheryl's face, three times, quickly and very hard. Further aroused, he slapped Cheryl's naked shoulders, as he continued to jack Debbie's head back and forth on his rigid shaft, fucking her face.
Debbie, though further aroused by the swats of the riding crop on her ass, was still frustrated. Cheryl's tongue in her ass felt delectable, but there was nothing touching her clit to bring her off. She felt like a tea kettle that had been left on, constantly boiling, but never quite able to blow off its top.
Cheryl felt somewhat similar, as the dildo in her cunt kept her full and wet, but she could not move as she needed to get off. Regardless of her own frustrations, she kept her tongue busily at the asshole in front of her.
Roger continued to pump Debbie's head, keeping her mouth full of hard, warm cock. While his ecstasy swiftly grew, he kept alternately slapping Cheryl's naked back and Debbie's spread ass.
Pausing for a moment, Roger released Debbie's head, and, with the aid of the riding crop, reached down and got hold of a handful of Cheryl's hair. Dropping the crop, he pulled Cheryl's hair until her face was mashed even more firmly against Debbie's asshole. Grabbing Debbie's hair with his other hand, he continued the bobbing motion of her head until he was ready to come.
"Get your tongue all the way in that hole!" demanded Roger.
Cheryl, only barely able to breathe through her nose, forced her tongue even farther up Debbie's brown hole. The taste was getting a little rank, but nothing she could not endure.
Debbie shivered in nearly unbearable ecstasy at what Cheryl's tongue was doing inside her asshole.
Roger suddenly gripped the hair at the back of Debbie's head tighter, and slammed her mouth hard against the base of his pulsing shaft.
Debbie struggled to breathe through her nose.
At the same time, Cheryl's hair was pulled harder, causing her to stuff her tongue another half inch into Debbie's asshole.
Roger came deep inside Debbie's face, jetting his sticky fluid warmly against the back of her throat. Debbie was forced to swallow gob after gob of his gooey cum. Roger was delirious with ecstasy! His hard meat stuffed into Debbie's warm mouth felt glorious! He pumped her head a few more times, then again held her face tightly against his body. Releasing Cheryl's hair, he retrieved the riding crop and swatted both girls several more times, until, at last, his passion subsided.
When the swats to their back and butt stopped, Cheryl and Debbie were greatly relieved. Those last swats had been harder and more painful than any of the previous strokes.
After a few minutes, Roger released Debbie's hair. Pulling his softened cock out of her mouth, he got off the bed.
Cheryl continued to tongue Debbie's asshole.
Debbie resumed her moans of incredible pleasure and unfulfilled ecstasy.
Roger, going to the foot of the bed, unbuckled the little strap that held the black dildo inside Cheryl's pussy. After removing the dildo and placing it on the dresser, he unstrapped her ankles. Pulling on her beautiful, blonde hair, he forced her to stand upright.
Cheryl was happy to finally be able to take her tongue out of Debbie's brown hole.
Debbie whimpered in frustration, as her source of pleasure was removed.
Roger turned Cheryl around, detached the little strap from her front and tossed it on top of the dresser. Turning her around again, he released her wrists from the cuffs.
Cheryl thought that they were through for the day.
Roger told her to go wash her mouth and face thoroughly. When she wondered out loud why he was being so considerate, he told her that the bacteria in the ass could cause infections in the cunt if it were spread from one hole to the other.
That was when Cheryl realized that she was not yet through for the day. When she returned from the bathroom, Roger told Debbie to get off the bed.
Roger released Debbie's hands and sent her to the dark-brown cabinet to get two more straps, similar to the ones she had just had on her arms. Each strap had a sliding loop at one end and a buckle at the other. When she brought them, he had her brush out Cheryl's hair, and put it through the loop in one of the straps. Then he had her quickly braid Cheryl's hair with the strap. A minute or two later, when she was done, Roger had Cheryl do the same thing to Debbie's hair. When each girl had a leather strap braided into her hair, Roger re-secured their hands behind them.
Quickly he positioned Cheryl so that she was lying on her side along the foot of the bed, facing the head of the bed. He made Debbie lie on her side facing Cheryl, head to toe. Spreading Debbie's legs apart, he pushed Cheryl's face firmly against Debbie's pussy. He attached the strap that was braided into Cheryl's hair to the strap that was around Debbie's right wrist at her back. Spreading Cheryl's legs, he forced Debbie's face firmly against Cheryl's pussy. Then he attached the strap that was braided into Debbie's hair, to the D-ring on the back of Cheryl's wide, leather waist strap. Once the position was established, he retightened both straps until the girls mouths were both firmly pressed against each other's cunts. They could only breathe through their noses.
Cheryl was not too happy about having been wrong when she had thought that the session was over. She was less happy about having her mouth where it was.
Debbie was delighted about everything! She loved the taste of Cheryl's pussy. She adored the feeling of Cheryl's mouth between her own legs. Licking furiously, she waited in wonderful anticipation of what she was sure Roger was about to do.
Roger called Henry's name.
Henry had been watching the proceedings, and knew it was time for his arrival. When he entered, he was already naked.
Roger picked up the riding crop and went to stand by the side of the bed near Debbie's ass.
Henry got a two-foot, thin-walled, black, plastic tube from the dark-brown cabinet. It was about an inch in diameter, light, but sturdy. Though it does no damage, when used properly, it stings like a wasp.
Henry took up his position beside the bed, next to Cheryl's squirming ass.
Both girls were squirming. Due to the mutual tonguing they were getting and receiving, they were both pretty close to having orgasms.
Henry smacked the black tube against Cheryl's naked ass. It made a sharp, hollow popping sound when it struck her naked flesh. "POP!"
Simultaneously, Roger swatted Debbie's ass, hard with the riding crop. "WHAP!"
Both girls jerked their heads at the pain, but both heads were held firmly in place by their braided straps. Both girl's head's tingled as their hair was pulled by their own reactions to the swats on their naked asses.
Henry and Roger continued to smack and swat the girls each time they appeared to be approaching a climax.
Finally Roger's cock grew hard again. He quickly grabbed a jar of Vaseline off the dresser and put some on his throbbing muscle. Kneeling on the bed, he forced Cheryl's hair aside, and stuffed his hot rod into Debbie's asshole!
Debbie's asshole had been thoroughly relaxed by Cheryl's tongue a long time ago. Roger's cock slid in easily, and he began pumping away vigorously.
Cheryl watched, fascinated, as Roger's cock pumped inside Debbie's asshole just inches from her eyes.
Henry loosened Debbie's braided strap and pulled her face from Cheryl's pussy.
Cheryl, almost ready to cum from the combination of the tongue on her pussy and the sight before her eyes, moaned in frustration when the tongue disappeared.
Henry grabbed Debbie's hair at the back of her head, and stuffed his cock into her moaning mouth.
Debbie could hardly believe the pleasure she was receiving. Roger's cock was feeling great up her ass. Cheryl's tongue was doing delightful things inside her pussy, and finally Henry's lovely cock had come to fill her mouth.
But not for long.
Just as Debbie reached her first orgasm, Henry pulled out of her mouth, and stuffed his hard cock into Cheryl's dripping cunt. Debbie licked at his balls, and the shaft of his dick as it pumped in and out of Cheryl's pussy.
Roger slapped Debbie's ass with the riding crop, further intensifying the effects of her already gorgeous orgasm.
At last, Cheryl's orgasm burst over her in a warm wave of pure rapture! Her mouth was still held tight against Debbie's creaming pussy, by the strap braided in her hair. Henry's cock was stuffed in her pussy, plunging madly in and out! She finally had to admit that eating pussy was a delightful turn-on. Cheryl moaned in ecstasy!
The vibration from Cheryl's moans added to Debbie's already euphoric pleasure.
Henry resumed slapping Cheryl's ass and back with the wicked plastic tube.
Cheryl's pleasure increased with each wicked stroke of the black instrument.
Henry pulled out of Cheryl's pussy, and stuffed his cock back into Debbie's mouth. After a few strokes he pulled out and plunged it back into Cheryl's cunt. Gradually he set up a rhythm, two strokes in Cheryl's cunt, then two strokes in Debbie's mouth, then back to Cheryl's cunt, then Debbie's mouth ... Finally, he decided to stop holding back, and shot his wad deep into Cheryl's cunt. Grabbing the back of Debbie's head, he held her mouth close to him, so that she could lick his balls while he spewed jet after jet of hot, sticky cum into Cheryl's gaping hole. Long after his juice had stopped flowing, he held Debbie's head and kept her licking his balls.
When his pleasure finally passed, he pulled his cock out of Cheryl's cunt and stuffed it into Debbie's mouth for a good cleaning. When Debbie had sucked his cock clean of cum and cunt juice, he pulled out of her mouth.
Moving back a bit, Henry took Debbie's braided leather strap and re-attached it next to Cheryl's wrist-cuffs. Pulling it tight, he forced Debbie's mouth tight against Cheryl's slit once again, and told her to clean his cum out of Cheryl's hole.
Immediately Debbie was licking and sucking Henry's cum out of Cheryl's hot cunt.
Cheryl was in the throes of another orgasm even then.
Roger had reached his peak too, and was shooting his load into Debbie's asshole.
Debbie had been moaning in pleasure, almost continuously, ever since Cheryl's mouth had been secured to her pussy. The only time she had not been moaning was when Henry's cock was in her mouth.
After Roger dumped his load into Debbie's ass, he gave her three, hard, parting swats from the riding crop, then pulled out of her hole and got off the bed.
After a moment's discussion with Henry, the two men decided to leave the girls bound together for a while. After all, they deserved to have a little fun too, right?
Before Roger left, he took the black dildo and shove it far up Debbie's asshole. Then the two men went into the house to clean up. They left the girls bound mouth to cunt, moaning, and squirming their asses in ecstasy.
In the house, Roger stepped into the shower while Henry turned on the television in the living room. Selecting the camera in the playroom that gave the best view of the two girls, he turned up the volume and settled down to watch.
Twenty minutes later, Roger came out of the bathroom and sat down in the living room.
Henry went to shower while Roger watched the girls.
While Roger was watching, the girls finally became sated, and neither could stand to cum again. Once their sexual energies had been depleted, they found their positions somewhat less than comfortable. Each tried to squirm or wriggle free from the other, but there was no chance of that. They tried to talk to each other, but their mouths were so tightly pressed against each other's snatch's that only one word in four or five was understandable.
Henry finished his shower and went to the living room to watch the girls also.
After a while, the girls started to stiffen up. They had been lying on their sides for well over an hour. Finally Debbie was able to make Cheryl understand that she wanted them to roll over. They rolled to the center of the bed. Then Cheryl was on top and Debbie was on the bottom. But Debbie had forgotten about the dildo sticking out of her ass, and screeched in pain when it was shoved in farther by contact with the mattress! After several attempts, Debbie made Cheryl aware of the problem, and they rolled farther toward the wall.
Henry had had enough of watching the girls struggles. He went to make Roger and himself something to eat.
Roger was also tired of watching the girls, so he picked up a magazine and started to read.
"Too bad we can't leave them like that, and go for a hike," remarked Roger, when Henry came in with the food.
"Well, we could call Stan and Teri to come babysit," proposed Henry.
"Actually it's kind of late now, but we should remember that next time," said Roger.
Glancing casually at the TV Guide while they ate, Henry found an interesting movie that was about to start. He turned the television to the channel the movie was going to be on, and set his Picture In a Picture (PIP) feature to show the girls in the upper right corner of the screen.
Two hours later the men went into the playroom to check on the girls.
As they entered the playroom door, Henry asked Roger, "Should we leave them like that all night?"
Roger pretended to think seriously about it.
Both Cheryl and Debbie screamed in anger and fear, but their cries were considerably muffled by each other's cunts. Both of the girls were dying to use the bathroom. Neither of them had dared to move at all during the last hour, for fear of causing the other to have an accident. Any accident by one would have gone right into the mouth of the other.
Finally Roger answered Henry, "No, you still have to punish Cheryl for not remembering to count and close her eyes earlier today, and Debbie didn't make a single mistake today, so she obviously needs a good lesson in humility.
Debbie's muffled whine could just be heard coming from between Cheryl's legs.
Roger took the dildo out of Debbie's ass, then he and Henry released the two girls braided straps and allowed them to use the bathroom. Their wrists were still strapped behind them, so they had to go to the bathroom together, and wipe each other's pussies when they were done. Cheryl could hardly stand the embarrassment, and when she saw the men watching them from the open doorway, she turned red from head to toe.
Debbie and Cheryl then had to go to the kitchen and fix themselves something to eat. It was a sight to see! They were not allowed to just fix a simple snack, they had to prepare a complete meal. Each girl had to watch what the other was doing and tell her how far left or right, or up or down to move her bound hands to grasp something. After their dinners were prepared, they had to feed each other. After that, they were each released for exactly fifteen minutes to use the toilet and shower, then their arms were secured behind them again.
Roger led Debbie off to the guest room. Henry took Cheryl to the master bedroom.
Henry was glad that Roger had reminded him about Cheryl's failure to count her strokes and close her eyes earlier that day. This gave him a good excuse to punish her before they got in bed.
Henry made Cheryl stand at the foot of the bed and bend over. He had watched how she had squirmed and wiggled when Roger had used the riding crop on her breasts that afternoon. He wanted to see if he could get a similar reaction with a cane, which he kept in the bedroom closet.
First he explained to her exactly why she was going to be punished. Several times in the past few weeks she had had to be reminded either to close her eyes or to count the strokes during a punishment. It was not enough for her just to take the extra strokes she earned at the time. These multiple offenses required a special punishment of their own. Then he blindfolded her and told her that she was going to receive the usual number of strokes on her ass, but, if she had to use her code word (the word "enough," a way to let Henry know that the pain was too intense) she would receive the remainder of the punishment on her hanging tits.
With the blindfold on, Cheryl did not know what instrument was going to be used on her poor, defenseless bottom. From Henry's manner, she knew that it was going to hurt!
Henry got the cane from the closet. Without further conversation, he brought the cane smartly across the cheeks of Cheryl's shapely, white ass.
"Whish-Smack!"
"AAHH! One!" screamed Cheryl, after the terrible wooden rod sliced across her backside.
"I guess now you would prefer to close your eyes yourself rather than be blindfolded?" asked Henry, as he brought the horrid stick to Cheryl's scorching ass again. "Whish-Smack!"
"AAHH! Two! Yes!" screamed Cheryl.
"Then in the future, I expect you'll remember to close your eyes for punishment, no matter who is giving it to you," commented Henry, bringing the cane across her ass again. "Whish-Smack!"
"AAHH! Three! I promise!" screamed Cheryl. "Ooooohooooh. Please not so hard," she begged.
Three dark red lines had formed across the cheeks of Cheryl's butt.
"Always harder," said Henry genially, as he swung the cane again. "Whish-Smack!"
"AAHH! Four! Enough!" screamed Cheryl.
Instantly she regretted having used the code word. How was she going to be able to take that kind of punishment across her already sore breasts?
"Back up," ordered Henry.
Cheryl backed away from the foot of the bed. She remained bent over. Unconsciously, her fingers were trying to reach her searing cheeks, but her wrists, securely bound behind her, prevented that. She felt Henry move the instrument of punishment to her stomach. It glided over her skin, toward her dreadfully exposed, hanging breasts. She felt his fingers probing her pussy, and slowly began to relax. She whimpered in fear as the cane moved away from her tummy.
"Smack!"
"AAAHHH! Five!" cried Cheryl as the cane smacked against the base of her right breast.
"Smack!"
"AAAHHH! Six!" yelled Cheryl when the cane hit the lower part of her left tit.
"Smack!" the cane hit the upper part of her left tit. "AAAHHH! Seven! Enough!" screamed Cheryl as she danced about in pain.
Henry took the belt from his pants and strapped her ankles together. She wouldn't dance any more.
Then he probed her pussy with the end of the cane, and slid it inside several inches. After he stroked it in and out a few times, she began to moan. He immediately pulled the cane out of her cunt.
"Smack!" the cane struck the top of her right tit.
"AAAHHH! Eight!" screamed Cheryl jiggling her tits wildly to relieve their aching pain.
"Smack!"
"AAAHHH! Nine!" screamed Cheryl when the cane hit her tits again.
"Smack!"
"AAAHHH! Ten!" shrieked Cheryl. The cane had struck directly across her already tender nipples. She jumped and squirmed with pain. She nearly toppled over, but Henry was there to keep her from falling. Tears flowed from her eyes. Slowly her struggles subsided, and finally she quit crying, only then did Henry release her ankles and arms.
Lying her on the bed, he massaged cool, medicinal lotion into her agonizingly pained tits. When he was finished, he made her roll over, so he could put some of the lotion on her ass. She did not want to roll over and lie on her stinging tits, but Henry threatened to cane her again if she did not do what he said. Painfully, she rolled over.
While her ass was being attended to, Roger knocked on the door.
"Can I borrow Cheryl for a few minutes?" he asked, after Henry told him to come in.
"Sure, just let me finish this," Henry said, as he continued to apply the lotion to Cheryl's naked, striped ass. "But be careful with her ass and tits, will you?" he requested.
"Of course," replied Roger, looking with admiration at the marks on Cheryl's naked ass.
When Henry was finished with Cheryl's ass, he told her to go with Roger. While she was gone, Henry took another shower, then went to bed, but not to sleep.
A few minutes later, Cheryl came back from Roger's room. Henry and Cheryl spent a couple of hours making love. Every time he touched one of the marks left by the cane she squirmed in pleasure-pain. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
* * * * *
Roger was having a little fun with Debbie. After dinner, he had taken her to the guest room, and like Cheryl, she was completely naked and her arms were still securely strapped behind her. The dresser in the guest room was well stocked with exactly what you might think.
The first thing Roger did when he led Debbie into the room, was to use a couple of straps, which he took from the dresser, and secure her ankles to the legs of the bed. She was facing the foot of the bed, and he had her bend over, He had brought the riding crop in from the playroom, and standing behind her, he ran the tip of it lightly up and down the insides of her widely spread thighs.
"You know that you were very good today, don't you?" asked Roger. "Yes," answered Debbie.
"But you also know that perfection can lead to arrogance, and we wouldn't want you to become conceited, would we?"
"No," Debbie replied, in a soft and slightly trembling voice.
Suddenly the riding crop stopped sliding up her leg. Roger dropped the tip to the floor, then brought it straight up between her wide-spread legs! It slapped nastily against her gaping cunt-lips! "WHAP!"
Debbie closed her eyes and yelled, "One!" Tears sprang to her eyes.
"WHAP!" the crop slapped the inside of her left thigh, just below her pussy.
"Two," Debbie cried.
"WHAP!" the crop landed against the upper part of the inside of her right thigh. "Three!"
"WHAP!" again the painful instrument slapped her full across her pussy-lips.
"Four! AAHH" she screamed.
"WHAP!" inner right thigh.
"Five!" came the shout from Debbie.
"WHAP!" inner left thigh. "Six!"
"WHAP!"
"Seven! AAHH!" Debbie screamed again, as the tip of the crop slapped her smartly between the legs.
"WHAP!" inner right thigh. "Eight!"
"WHAP!" inner left thigh. "Nine!" Debbie cringed, knowing that the last stroke was going to be harder than the others, and between her legs. But it did not come right away.
Roger went into the guest bathroom and smeared some Vaseline on his hard cock. Then he came back to the bedroom.
"WHAP!" Roger had stooped a little and brought the tip of the riding crop right against her clit!
"TEN! AAAHHH! OOOOOHH! SHIT!" shrieked Debbie, as the pain between her legs overrode every other sense, thought and emotion! She felt nothing but agony! All she could think of, was that her clit hurt! It was on fire!
Roger knelt down behind her, and shoved his hard, greased cock into her nearly dry cunt.
The pain between Debbie's legs increased! The cock in her pussy did nothing to sooth the horrible ache of her clit. If anything, Roger's hard shaft intensified the pain!
Roger pumped mercilessly inside Debbie's cunt.
Debbie screamed in pain!
When Roger was about to cum, he slipped his cock out of her gaping, pain-filled hole, and got on the bed in front of her. Grabbing the hair at the back of her head, he forced her face up off the bed and stuffed his grease and pussy-juice-covered cock into her mouth.
Her screams were curtailed as cock took over her thoughts. She knew that the most important thing for her to do at that moment was please Roger. If she didn't....
Voraciously, she sucked and licked at his hard, pumping shaft.
Roger worked Debbie's head back and forth. For several minutes he pounded his hot meat into her face. Finally he shot his wad deep down her throat and held her face tight against his body. After several minutes he pulled out and had her lick his cock and balls clean.
It was hard to believe how well-trained Debbie was. Roger had to admit that she was truly the perfect sex slave. On one hand he did not want to give her a "big head," by telling her how he felt, but on the other hand, he knew that she deserved a reward. Roger went to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet washcloth. Very tenderly, he pressed the warm cloth to Debbie's gaping pussy, then he unstrapped her ankles. Turning her over, he lifted her legs high and secured her ankles to two eyebolts which were placed unobtrusively in the ceiling above the bed.
That was when he left to borrow Cheryl. In a few minutes he was back. He used a short piece of white rope to tie Cheryl's arms behind her, then had her kneel down at the foot of the bed, in front of Debbie's wide spread pussy.
Cheryl looked at Debbie in concern when she heard her whimper softly.
"Henry says that your butt's had enough, so get your hands down there and cover it up," ordered Roger.
Cheryl moved her bound hands as far down her back as she could. The backs of her hands completely covered her ass-cheeks, leaving her entire back vulnerable to whatever Roger might have in mind.
"Don't move your hands, or else," warned Roger, quietly but firmly.
Picking up the crop, he told Cheryl to get her mouth to work on Debbie's cunt. He laid the tip of the riding crop in the middle of Cheryl's back and began stroking softly.
"Be very careful with her clit," warned Roger, as her brought the crop up and then back down sharply against Cheryl's left shoulder blade.
Cheryl had already noticed the red and angry look of Debbie's clit. She flinched as the crop hit her back, but continued to lap at Debbie's cunt.
Debbie's whimpering slowly turned to moans of pleasure. The crop continued to fall on Cheryl's back. Cheryl's tongue continued to perform its delightful chore.
Cheryl cautiously licked up to the top of Debbie's slit, then just barely touched the end of her tongue to the little red button at the top.
Debbie was not sure if she felt pleasure or pain.
Roger kept Cheryl working at Debbie's cunt and clit with her tongue until Debbie finally felt pleasure, then after a while had a delightful orgasm.
Meanwhile, Roger continued to slap the riding crop against Cheryl's back, about one stroke every three or four seconds. It was definitely in Cheryl's best interest to get her job done as quickly as possible.
When Roger took Cheryl back to Henry, her back was covered with little pink triangular marks. He had untied her hands before they left the guest room.
* * * * *
The following morning, each of the girls was paddled once for stopping on the stair-climber, then they were allowed to put on their "uniforms" and make breakfast. After they ate, they went for a hike, and spent most of the day lying in the water beneath a shady tree. Once, Debbie was marched to the edge of the stream where she had to cut a switch for Roger to use on her naked tits and stomach.
They got back to Henry's house a little after one in the afternoon.
When everyone was comfortably seated in the living room, Henry turned on the television, and showed Debbie and Roger some of Cheryl's videos. Roger especially appreciated the one where Cheryl was in the playroom, tied over the black horse, with a dildo sticking out of her cunt, being swatted with a belt by Henry.
As soon as Cheryl realized that the movies were of her, her face quickly became red, and stayed that way throughout the showing.
As the video played, Roger had Debbie get down on her knees between his legs and give him head.
Roger and Debbie left around four in the afternoon.
Henry and Cheryl made love one last time, then he sent her home.
FOUR
Before Roger and Debbie had showed up, Cheryl and Henry had made plans to meet at her office in Los Angeles, on Tuesday.
Tuesday morning, Cheryl told her secretary to take the day off, with pay, and left word with a junior executive that she would be unavailable for most, if not all, of the day.
Henry arrived at Cheryl's office at 10:00. The first thing he did when he got there was have her move everything off the top of her desk. Then he made her take off all her clothes, and lying her on the desk, fucked her for over an hour.
Cheryl came several times during that hour. Occasionally, pictures of the time she had fucked Roger on that very desk floated through her mind, causing her face to turn red.
Henry knew what was causing the color in her cheeks, but said nothing, only giving her a small smile.
After Henry had cum the second time, they took a shower and went out for lunch. While they were eating, Henry asked her why her secretary had not been at work. When she told him that she had given the secretary the day off, and had told others that she was taking the day off herself, Henry became somewhat annoyed. He had told her before about taking time off work. It was just not somethihg that one did, especially in her position. Other people depended on her every day.
Henry had merely meant to ease her sexual tension during the week. As he did not allow her to masturbate while he was not there to watch, every week Cheryl had to go the entire week without sexual gratification of any kind. The only sex she had was with Henry on the weekends. Since she had been particularly good for the past couple of weeks, he had thought to give her a treat. But, as usual, if he "gave her an inch, she took a mile."
If Henry had known that she masturbated almost every night during the week anyway, she would have been in serious trouble.
"I was going right back home after lunch," he told her, "but since you've taken the liberty to take the entire day off, we might as well spend it productively."
Cheryl was not sure what he meant by "productively," but she was soon to find out.
They had taken Henry's car when they left Cheryl's office. Driving back to the building, he told her to get her car and he would follow her to her house. He had never been to Cheryl's house.
When she pulled into her long, circular driveway, Henry pulled his car up beside hers. He took a large, light-brown briefcase from the trunk of his car. They went into the house and Cheryl showed him around.
Cheryl never washed any of her own clothes or dishes, or did any other such "menial" chores. She had a maid for that. The maid, who came daily for about three hours a day, was still working on the upstairs bedrooms. Henry told her to take the rest of the day off, with pay.
The maid looked at Cheryl. When Cheryl smiled and nodded at her, the maid turned her face so Henry could not see, and grinned. Quickly gathering up the tools of her trade, she left the house to Cheryl and Henry. As she left, she was thinking that Cheryl was going to get laid by the handsome gentleman.
Well, that too.
Once the maid was out the door, Henry suddenly became serious. He explained the cause of his annoyance to Cheryl.
Cheryl immediately knew that she was in for an afternoon of punishment. She also knew that she deserved it. Even as she had told her secretary that morning to take the day off, she had remembered Henry's previous adamance about her not taking time off work. What she hoped was that the afternoon would also provide considerable pleasure along with the pain that it promised.
Henry followed Cheryl to her bedroom; upstairs, second door to the left of the landing. The windows looked out over several other large, expensive homes. Not wanting to shock the neighbors, Henry closed the curtains. He left the bedroom door open.
Setting his briefcase down on the bed, he began looking around the room. He was trying to decide on an appropriate place to secure his recalcitrant girlfriend for her punishment. While he was making up his mind, he told her to get out of her clothes, leaving on her nylons, high heels and panties.
The briefcase contained several lengths of white rope, a set of wrist and ankle-cuffs, a shiny, black dog leash and collar, an assortment of gags. Among various other items, there were two small, adjustable clamps.
Cheryl undressed slowly, trying to be as enticing as possible, hoping to get Henry so turned on that he would hurry through her punishment, and fuck her. Though she had had three splendid orgasms on her desk barely an hour before, she was already starting to get wet between the legs again, as she thought of something smacking her ass. Before she met Henry she had never dreamed that a good spanking, or paddling, or a few good strokes from a switch, could be such a delightful turn-on. After her first good spanking from Henry she found out. whenever the time for some kind of discipline drew near, she always juiced up rapidly.
Henry ignored her posturing. Finally deciding to use the large arm-chair in the corner, he pulled it out into the center of the room and made Cheryl lie over its back. Using some of the ropes from his briefcase, he tied her to the chair. When he was finished, Cheryl was bent over the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the bottom of the back legs. Her wrists were bound to the front legs, stretching her arms taut. Finally, her waist was securely attached to the back of the chair with a fifth piece of rope. Her arms had been placed on the outside of the chair's arms, so that they were spread wide, allowing her breasts to hang down free, readily available to Henry's hands, or whatever. The beautiful, rounded cheeks of her ass were presented picturesquely for any type of treatment. Though her legs were not spread very wide, her head was far lower than her ass, so her cunt was displayed openly.
Once Cheryl was securely bound, Henry took off his clothes and wandered through the house, just looking around. As he went through her dresser drawers, he discovered several pairs of pantyhose.
It had been several weeks since Henry had told her to dispose of all of her pantyhose. Although she had kept a few pairs, she new better than to let Henry know she even owned them, much less wore them. Sometimes, when she was certain that she was not going to see him that day, she wore a pair. Understandably, she had become extremely nervous as she watched him going through her dresser drawers. As soon as he discovered the pantyhose, she knew she was in real trouble.
"If it's not one thing, it's another," Henry muttered, almost to himself, but just loud enough for Cheryl to hear.
Placing the little, adjustable, metal clamps on the seat of the chair over which Cheryl was bent, Henry went to look over the rest of the house.
Cheryl stared at the clamps suspiciously. While Henry was looking around the house, her mind kept conjuring up different images of how those clamps might soon be used.
Finding nothing else that should not be there, Henry went back to the bedroom. He had brought something with him, but he concealed it from his adorable captive. He took the pantyhose out of the dresser. There were four pairs. He placed three pairs on the seat next to the clamps.
"Since you like pantyhose so much, here!" said Henry as he wadded the fourth pair into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth.
Taking a thin leather strap from his briefcase, he put her hair through the running loop in one end, and braided the strap into her long, blonde hair. When the braiding was done, he tied the loose end of the strap to the rope around her waist, pulling it snugly, so that her head was forced up and back, away from her hanging breasts.
Slowly he lowered her panties until they were just below her cunt. For a moment, he played with her naked ass, then, absently tapping the opening of her asshole, he moved his hand on down to her pussy. Suddenly, he slapped her cunt with his fingertips, then, while she jerked at the pain in her lips, he quickly reached under her, and tickled her clit.
Going back to Cheryl's night table, he got one of the dildo vibrators, which he had seen there a few minutes before. It was about eight inches long and an inch-and-a-quarter in diameter, with ribs running down the length of one side. Dipping the tip in the jar of Vaseline, which he found in the same drawer, he brought the vibrator over to the bound girl. Slowly he worked it into her cunt while he tickled her clit with the fingers of his free hand.
When the vibrator was all the way inside the helpless girl, Henry turned it on.
A faint, far-away-sounding buzz could just be heard coming from between Cheryl's parted legs. She squirmed in delight as the object inside her did its job.
Meanwhile, Henry pulled her panties back up, insuring that the little buzzer would stay where it was. Then he went and laid down on the bed to watch his beautiful girlfriend squirm and wriggle in the center of the room. Her ass wagged back and forth as she tried to get something to touch her clit. Her frustration at not being able to cum had not quite reached an annoying level, but she knew it soon would.
Getting his small, still camera, which he always carried in an inside pocket of his coat, he took several pictures of his twitching victim. Her lovely, blonde hair, strapped to the rope around her waist, kept her face high for the lens. Her gyrating hips caused her perfect, naked tits to sway erotically. The nipples were hard and erect from the excitement between her legs. The end of the vibrator was clearly visible through her shear, black panties. The muscles of her gorgeous, white legs, spread to the sides of the chair, convulsed occasionally, betraying her nervousness.
They had most of the day to play. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon, and Henry had no definite plans until eight the next morning.
After he put his camera back in his coat pocket, Henry walked over in front of Cheryl, and picked up one of the clamps off the seat of the chair.
"First things first," he said, looking directly into her lovely, anxious, green-blue eyes. "So you like to take time off work?"
Cheryl, mouth full of pantyhose, could not easily respond.
Noticing that the pantyhose in Cheryl's mouth might have a tendency to slip out, he put the clamp back down. Taking up one of the pairs of pantyhose that was lying on the seat beneath her swaying tits, her tied it around her face. The second pair effectively clamped the first pair into her mouth. The legs of the second pair were tied behind her head, above her braided hair. Not wanting the gag to slip, he took the feet of the pantyhose that dangled at the back of her head and knotted them again, under the braid.
When she had first bent over the back of the chair, Cheryl had thought she would be relatively comfortable, but her muscles were beginning to tire of the position. The muscular strain showed obviously in her face.
Henry picked the clamp back up. Making sure Cheryl got a good look at it, he stooped down and began fastening it to the nipple of her right breast.
Cheryl moaned in apprehension.
At first, Henry only tightened the clamp enough to make sure it would not fall off the brownish-pink nipple. Then, watching Cheryl's face, he gave the screw another half turn.
The clamp was gripping only the very tip of her nipple, The half-turn sent a thrillingly delightful pain through her body.
Picking up the other clamp, he attached it similarly to the nipple of her left breast.
The soft sound of buzzing, coming from between Cheryl's legs, was the only sound in the room, as Henry reached over and tightened the first clamp another half-turn.
Behind the pantyhose gag, Cheryl's painful moan was not louder than the buzzing between her legs, but it soon would be.
Henry waited for her to become accustomed to the pain in her right nipple, then he increased the pressure of the clamp on her left tit.
If Cheryl's head had not been held all the way back by her braided hair, she would have thrown it back. She was just able to shake her head slightly as the pain in her left nipple matched the pain in the right one.
Henry flicked the clamps a couple of times, watching them swing painfully below his bound sufferer.
Cheryl moaned again at the enhancement of her already irritating stimulation. Tears could be seen at the corners of her green-blue eyes.
"I found this in your kitchen," said Henry, as he walked over to the bed behind Cheryl. "It should make an interesting pattern, don't you think?" he asked, as he walked around in front of her, holding a large pancake turner.
Cheryl's eyes followed his movements when he came back in sight, and opened a bit wider when she saw the pancake turner. It was extra large, and the flat, plastic rectangle at the business end had long, narrow grooves.
"Don't forget to put it back before your maid comes in tomorrow, or she might get suspicious."
Once more, Henry walked behind Cheryl. Carefully, so as not to de-activate the vibrator still buzzing inside his delectable prisoner, he again pulled down her panties. This time he left them covering her snatch, and thus still holding in the vibrator.
The vibrator had almost made her forget the pain in her nipples, when Henry slapped her defenseless ass with the pancake turner. Never having used one for this purpose before, he was not sure how much force to put into the stroke. So, he watched her reactions carefully, increasing the force of his strokes when she did not squirm enough.
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!" came the sound from the bound girl at the sudden discomfort on her rear.
"Just this once I'll keep the count for you," Henry said, smiling at his little joke.
"One," he said, in a very serious tone, as he watched the pink marks appear on Cheryl's naked, white cheek.
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!" at last the sound from her mouth was louder than the noise coming from between her legs.
"Two."
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!"
"Three."
Henry paused to watch the pink lines grow on the left cheek of Cheryl's white butt. "SMACK!"
"MMMPH!"
"Four."
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!"
"Five."
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!"
"Six."
Henry paused again, to watch the pink lines develop on her right cheek.
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!" Cheryl's ass weaved back and forth slightly in the confines of her bondage. She was desperately wishing that she had not kept those fucking pantyhose!
"Seven."
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!" She squirmed some more. If this was just the punishment for taking off work, she was in real trouble when the second punishment, for still having pantyhose, began.
"Eight."
"SMACK!"
"MMMPH!"
"Nine," Henry intoned.
He paused as the marks from the last three strokes began to show up. One had landed in the very sensitive area at the small of her back, and the other two high up on the insides of her thighs.
"SMACK!"
"MMMPPH!!" which would have been a loud, painful screech from the bound girl if her gag had not been so effective.
"Ten." Henry said, calmly, pretending not to notice Cheryl's obviously extreme discomfort from the last swat.
"Now I'm sure you'll be a good little girl in the future, and not take time off work without my permission. Right?" asked Henry.
Cheryl tried to nod her head, but it caused some nasty tingling at the roots of her bound hair.
"That'll be what?" Henry said, thoughtfully closing his eyes. "Ah, yes, rule number fifteen."
He bent down and grabbed the back of her hair. Putting his face close to hers, he looked into her eyes and said sternly, "And don't forget it."
Henry tossed the pancake turner onto Cheryl's dresser. Picking up his pants, he slid the belt out of the belt loops.
Still squirming in pain from the last swat of the pancake turner, Cheryl's eyes widened in fearful apprehension, and she moaned as she saw Henry undoing his belt.
Henry went back in front of Cheryl and reaching down to her beautiful breasts, playfully flipped the clamps, causing them to swing back and forth.
Cheryl groaned.
Henry twisted the screw on the left clamp another quarter turn.
Cheryl shrieked! But the gag turned it into a quiet mumble. Her nipple felt like it was being cut off!
Casually, Henry reached for the other clamp and turned its screw in a quarter turn.
Cheryl's reaction was poetry in immobility. If the chair to which she was bound had not been so sturdy it would have come apart.
Henry went behind her and pulling down her panties, began working the buzzing vibrator in her hot, wet hole. Pulling it out, he rubbed it mercilessly against her sensitive clit.
Soon the pain in her tits was forgotten. The delightful buzzing between her legs captured her full attention. Gradually she felt that wonderful wave of orgasm approaching. Unconsciously, she wiggled her ass in that certain way, which Henry knew meant she was on the verge of her climax.
Instantly he stopped rubbing the machine against her clit and shoved it back, deep inside her cunt. He pulled up her panties again, then walked around in front of her.
Cheryl was not sure which bothered her the most, the pain in her nipples, or the frustration of not being able to complete her orgasm. Yes she did. It was the missed orgasm. The pain would only have intensified her pleasure, if she had been allowed to have any.
Gripping the clamp on her right breast, Henry slowly turned it another quarter turn.
Cheryl suddenly changed her mind. The pain in her nipple was horrendous! She jerked and bucked against her restraints like a wild horse!
Calmly, Henry reached for the other clamp and slowly turned it a quarter turn as well.
The pain was excruciating! Cheryl could not understand why she did not pass out. She was squirming and wriggling uncontrollably. Her head shook. Her ass wagged back and forth. But what made matters worse was that her tits jiggled in the process, further intensifying her already seemingly unendurable agony. It was several minutes before her body became accustomed to the torment in her nipples. It seemed like hours. Meanwhile, Henry just stood and watched his tormented victim's extravagant thrashings.
Once again he went behind her, and took down her panties.
Her painful squirming had not stopped completely.
Once again he slid the vibrating dildo out of her hot, wet hole.
Her struggles quieted a little.
Once again he rubbed the tip of the vibrating machine against her sensitive clit.
Her pain subsided.
Once again he made her forget the pain in her tits altogether, as he brought her to the edge of rapture.
Then she squirmed in frustration at the knowledge that he was going to do it to her again! Once again he stopped, just before she came!
Turning off the buzzing machine, he went around in front of her and untied her gag. Holding the pussy-juice-covered dildo to her mouth, he made her lick it clean. When she was finished cleaning it, he stuck it in her mouth and warned her not to drop it.
Going behind her again, he said, "I'm gonna fuck you now. I hope you know better than to cum without my permission."
Gently he tickled her already extremely stimulated clit. Seeing that she was thoroughly wet, he plunged his hard, male meat into her warm hole. Grabbing her hips, he pounded his cock furiously into her cunt for several seconds. Then he slowed the rhythm. He did not want to cum too quickly. Bending forward, he reached beneath her and grabbed her tits. Holding her left tit in one hand, he let his other hand slip down her wonderfully smooth flesh until he had the clamp that was attached to her right nipple.
When she felt his hand move to the clamp, she cringed in fear, thinking that he was about to tighten it some more.
That was not his intention.
Slowly he pushed down on the clamp.
"MMMPHH!" was Cheryl's horrified cry as she realized what he was doing. Then, as he pulled the clamp harder, she shrieked in agony as it slid painfully off her nipple!
Then, to Cheryl's horror, his left hand began to slide down her naked left breast toward its tip. Finally his hand got to the clamp there, and slowly and painfully he pulled it off as he had the other!
Cheryl bucked and squirmed in exquisite agony!
Henry came inside her hot, gyrating pussy. His cum shot into her hot twat in spurt after spurt of rapturous pleasure.
'Finally,' Cheryl thought, 'its over.'
After a few moments, Henry rose up off Cheryl and pulled his cock out of her gaping slot. Going around in front of her, he took the dildo out of her mouth, and forced her to clean of his cock with her tongue. When his cock and balls were clean he released her from the chair.
When Cheryl stood up, her panties fell down around he ankles. Henry told her to take them off and her shoes and stockings as well.
Henry moved the chair back into the corner. Picking up his belt, he told Cheryl to stand in the middle of the room.
Cheryl had forgotten all about the belt. She did as he told her.
"Spread your legs," he said.
When she had followed his instructions he told her to put her hands behind her neck and lace her fingers together. "Put your elbows as far back as you can," he ordered.
She complied.
In this position Henry gave her ten painful cuts with his belt.
One stroke across her ass.
She remembered to count the strokes.
One stroke across the lower part of her back.
She remembered to close her eyes.
One stroke across her upper back.
She remembered not to move.
One stroke across the backs of her thighs.
She promised herself never to even think about pantyhose again.
One stroke across the fronts of her thighs.
One stroke across her smooth, soft stomach.
One stroke across the tops of her perfect, firm breasts.
One stroke across the bottoms of her breasts.
One stroke up between her legs, the tip of the belt slapping painfully against her clit!
The last one right across her still painfully throbbing nipples, as she shrieked in anguish!
"Rule number sixteen," Henry said. "Always show appreciation for correction.
"You remember the first time you met Debbie? Remember how she thanked me for punishing her just before she left? That's how you will act from now on. Whenever anyone punishes you, you will thank him, or her, cordially, and you'd better make it sound as if you mean it."
Cheryl was still standing with her hands behind her neck. Henry told her to go get in the shower. A few moments later he joined her. He brought the vibrator with him and after they were finished washing, they played in the sprinkling water for quite a while. He stuffed the vibrator up her cunt, and when she was again hot and ready, he sat down and licked her clit until she had had several wonderful orgasms. From the shower they went straight to bed, where they fucked until nearly midnight.
The next morning, Cheryl woke up and found herself alone in bed. She did not remember Henry leaving, but she found a note from him on her dresser. She did not remember how bad the pain had been the day before either, somehow it had dulled in her memory during the night.
FIVE
The day after his visit to Cheryl's house, Henry bought an inexpensive velvet painting. He hung it in his playroom.
The painting is of an alluring, nude woman. It's a three-quarter front view, showing her figure from just below the navel (above the pubic hair) up. Her navel forms a fine vertical slit amidst the other shapely contours of her slender waist. Above her slim waist, are two voluptuous, firm breasts. Her nipples are perfect, and erect. Her face, partially hidden by her left arm, is elegantly beautiful. She is standing with her hands behind her neck, and her elbows thrust upward. Her long, lovely hair hides her hands and part of her forearms. In her slightly stretched pose, her ribs can be counted.
* * * * *
Friday afternoon, Henry took a length of rope and laid it next to the eyebolt under Cheryl's pillow in the living room. Then, taking two of his video cameras, he went outside. Placing one on a small pivoting stand in a tree on the west side of the house, he aimed it back up the path toward the front door. He mounted the other camera on a similar stand at the northeast corner of the house, and faced it west, down the path.
A few minutes later, when Cheryl arrived, Henry took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her eyes closed as he kissed her firmly on the mouth, then parted her lips with his tongue. Holding her more tightly, he bent his head and kissed the side of her neck, ending the kiss with a tiny nip, which left a small red mark. The mark disappeared in a few seconds.
He took her to the playroom, and asked her how she liked his new painting. Her initial reaction was surprise that it portrayed no bondage.
Giving her that special smile, he patiently "explained" her error. By that time in their relation ship, that smile alone started her juices flowing.
Telling her to take off her clothes, Henry went to the dark-brown cabinet. While she undressed, he took several objects from the cabinet and laid them on the bed. Among the items were two black, leather straps, a length of soft white rope and the small, chrome-plated, telescoping, automobile antenna that she had been introduced to a few weeks before. When he had the items laid out on the bed, he turned to watch her undress.
Cheryl had only a general idea of what was about to happen, but she was already very excited, though she was not sure if she should be, when she saw the antenna. Since his call, she had been anticipating a stimulating evening. He had called her at work, early in the afternoon, and told her to come straight over as soon as she left the office. This was only the second time that she had been to his house on a week night, but since it was Friday, she did not have to worry about going to work in the morning. Also, since it was Friday, it meant that as long as she was good, she would get to spend two nights in his bed, instead of only one.
During the remainder of the afternoon, after his call, she had felt her pussy getting wetter and warmer by the hour. She had been tempted to use her private washroom, to relieve her nervous, sexual tension, but she knew better than to masturbate without his express permission. She could get away with it during the week, but he would certainly be able to tell if she did it right before seeing him.
She was wearing a pant-suit and heels, which she removed piece by piece in exactly the manner Henry had taught her. First she took off her highheeled shoes and put them inside the closet, on the floor to the far left. Next, she removed her jacket and hung it neatly in the closet on one of the empty hangers. Then her pants followed and were hung next to the jacket. As she pulled her pants down, carefully, so that her panties remained in place, the tops of her black nylons were revealed, making a lovely dark contrast with her creamy white thighs. The stockings were held up with two attractive, black and red, elastic garters.
After hanging her pants in the closet, she removed her pink blouse, and hung it next to the pants and jacket. Under her blouse, she wore a very elegant, but minimal, shear, black bra. The straps looked just strong enough to sustain the load of her two, large, firm, perfectly shaped breasts. The cups of the bra were almost transparent and edged in lace.
As she removed the bra, her breasts did not sag. She wore the bra because Henry did not want them to sag. Before she met Henry, she had rarely worn a bra. She had loved to tease men. Her favorite pastime had been showing off her luscious figure to men that she would never allow to touch her. But no longer.
She neatly hung her bra next to her blouse, then removed her (somewhat damp) sexy, black, lacy panties, and hung them on the next hangar. She removed the two garters and laid these in the empty space provided for them, in the top drawer of the dresser. Finally, she took off her nylons and hung them neatly in the closet next to her bra.
She smelled like a woman, not a flower. She wore no perfume or scented deodorant. She new that there was no smell as delightful as that of a freshly cleaned female body. She knew this, because Henry had told her. For this reason, she had showered just before leaving the office.
When Cheryl was completely naked, Henry looked at her nude body for a moment. She was half expecting to have to spend a half hour on the stair-climber, but this being Friday, she was not sure about that.
"Put your shoes and stockings back on," he said.
That settled that, she could not use the stair-climber with her high-heeled shoes on.
She put her stockings on, carefully adjusting the seams to run straight up the middle of the backs of her legs. While undressing, she had been taking occasional glances at the painting. It was impossible for her to resist mentally comparing herself to the girl in the painting. As she adjusted her nylons, she said, "You know, she looks a lot like me."
"Yes, but her hair's shorter and wavy, and the nose is different," Henry replied, absently.
She drew the garters up her legs and matched the tops of the garters with the tops of the stockings.
Then she made sure that the two garter tops were at the same height, so that they were perfectly even with each other. After she had put on her shoes, Henry began "explaining" to her what she had failed to notice about the painting.
Taking the rope from among the articles he had put on the bed, he told her to place her wrists together, crossed, one over the other, palms up. When she did, he tied them securely with one end of the rope. Moving behind her, he said, "Put your hands behind your neck."
She raised her hands up, over her head and back, then down, until her bound wrists were behind her head, at the back of her neck. The free end of the rope then dangled down her back.
Taking a firm hold on the dangling rope, Henry used it to pull her hands downward. He rearranged her hair, so it came out between her forearms. Her long, blonde hair draped over and covered her wrists, just like the girl in the painting.
In this position, Cheryl's arms were straining almost painfully.
Placing his hand in the small of her naked back, Henry directed her over to the full-length mirror, which made up most of the south wall of the playroom. He turned her slightly to the right, until she could see herself in the mirror at the same "three-quarter front" angle as the girl in the painting. She could also see, reflected in the mirror, the painting itself, which hung on the wall behind her.
Henry took the shorter of the two leather straps from the bed and secured it around her legs, just above her knees. The strap was about a half inch wide, with a buckle on one end. There was a ring attached to the middle of the strap. He carefully centered the ring in front of her, buckling the strap behind her. When it was tight around her legs, less than two inches of the strap overlapped the buckle.
Taking the end of the rope that was hanging down her back, he pushed it between her knees, just below the leather strap. He moved in front of her, squatted down and pushed the rope between her legs again, above the strap. Reaching behind her, he pushed the rope between her knees again, just below the strap.
With one hand, he pulled down on the rope that hung down her back, until her arms were straining. As her wrists were pulled downward, her elbows were forced to elevate. Simultaneously, with his other hand, he tightened the loop that he had formed around the strap between her legs. This further tightened the strap itself. He looped the end of the rope through the ring on the strap. With one hand he kept the slack out of the rope hanging down her back. He used his other hand to put a simple knot in the part of the rope that he had looped through the ring. Once sure that the rope and the strap had the proper tension, he stood up to take note of the look on her face.
Cheryl realized that she was in the same pose as the girl in the painting. Her "three-quarter front" view of herself in the mirror hid the rope that ran down the middle of her back, and her hair conveniently concealed the rope around her wrists. Looking in the mirror, first at herself, then at the painting, then back to herself, she could not find a single discrepancy between the two images.
"You see," Henry explained, breaking in on her thoughts, "you failed to notice that her wrists are obviously bound and hidden by her hair, like yours. There has to be a rope, or strap, pulling her hands down her back, to get her elbows to point upward as they do. The rope running down her back cannot be seen because of the point of view of the painter. The leather strap, or possibly a rope, that binds her knees together, is out of the picture entirely."
He walked around her twice, slowly, eyeing her from all directions, then stepped back for an overall view. Leaving her for a moment, he stepped over to the closet, out of her field of vision, behind the closet door. He removed her panties from the hangar. After folding them carefully, in a specific manner, he put them in his left front pocket. He moved back across the room to a point just behind her.
Cheryl continued to look at herself, and the painting, in the mirror, comparing and admiring. Meanwhile, her position was beginning to make her slightly uncomfortable. Her arms were begin ning to ache mildly. She would have lost her balance long ago, if she had not recently had a lot of practice wearing the extra-high, high-heeled shoes.
After several moments, she became anxious about the strain of her position.
Henry reached around her with both hands and cupped her breasts. "Close your eyes," he said.
Her breasts tingled with excitement, and momentarily she forgot the strain on her arms, as she closed her eyes, and enjoyed the rush of pleasure that his hands brought to her body. The front of his body, pressed warmly against her back, reminded her what was surely going to happen to her posterior during the next few hours. This further increased her excitement.
After a few seconds, he moved his hands down over her stomach, to her blonde, pubic patch, then farther down to her moist slit below. Forcing his fingers between her tightly closed thighs, he tickled her cunt-lips. With two fingers of one hand, he spread what he could reach of her lips apart. He used the index finger of his other hand to massage her clit.
Without changing the motion of his finger, he said, "Obviously, the painting was done at this point in her bondage lesson." In a low voice, which was almost a whisper, he continued, "I know you want to see what could have happened to her after the painting was done?"
In a low, slightly husky, though almost timid voice, Cheryl breathed, "Yes."
Henry stopped moving his finger on her clit.
"Oooh," Cheryl moaned, in complaint. She had been excited long before she got to Henry's place, then, undressing for him had further stimulated her. The mild bondage had increased her arousal even more, and his hands had quickly brought her to the verge of orgasm, but she new Henry well enough by then, to know that he was not going to let her cum yet.
Releasing her pussy-lips, he pulled the folded panties from his pocket and stuffed them high up between her thighs, allowing them to soak up much of the moisture from her sopping cunt. Replacing them in his pocket, he went around in front of her, and bending down, untied the simple knot he had made through the ring of the strap. He unlooped the rope from around the strap and pulled it from between her legs slowly. Finally it was hanging down her back again, completely free. As the tension on the rope was removed, Cheryl's arms relaxed slightly, and her elbows lowered somewhat from their vertical position.
Moving behind her, Henry once more pushed the end of the rope between her legs, this time above the tops of her stockings. He moved to stand in front of her again, watching her facial expressions, as he pulled the rope between her legs, taking up all the slack. As he pulled, the rope slid slowly upward between her legs, until it touched her pussy lips. Then, slowly but firmly, he continued pulling upward, until the rope forced itself up snugly between her wet cunt-lips. Reaching behind her with his free hand, he pulled downward on the rope that hung down her back. The rope slipped through the moistening furrow between her legs and tightened between the cheeks of her ass. As her wrists were pulled downward, her elbows rose, to point directly upward again.
Tightly, Henry held the end of the rope in his left hand. He raised his hand until the rope was firmly up between her legs, digging still deeper into her pussy. Her clit flattened against her body under the rope. He passed the rope directly over her navel and up between her breasts. Her elbows elevated farther, and she arched her back perceptibly. As he applied more upward force on the rope, Cheryl's back arched. Finally her heels came up off the floor.
He placed his right hand on top of her head and gently, but firmly, pressed downward, causing her head to bow down toward her chest.
"Open your eyes," he said.
Her eyes responded to his command immediately.
When he placed the rope between her teeth, he said, in a teasing tone, "Now don't let go."
Though his tone was teasing, she new there would be serious consequences if she failed to do as she was told.
Cheryl found she could put her heels back on the floor, but she had to keep her back arched in a very strainful manner, and her elbows high, so as not to pull the rope from between her teeth. Impatient and uncomfortable, she anxiously awaited Henry's next maneuver.
Henry took his time retrieving the other leather strap from the bed. He watched as she began to tremble slightly from the strain of her position. Moving in front of her, he watched her eyes and face, enjoying her quivering movements, and the other signs of her discomfort. When he knew she had just about reached the limit of her endurance, he walked around behind her.
He put the strap around her waist, just above her hips, threading it through the rope running down her back. It overlapped the part of the rope that ran up from between her legs to her mouth. He tightly buckled the strap in the middle of her back, and moved around in front of her to watch her face for several more seconds. Finally, he knew she was on the verge of letting the rope slip from between her teeth. He took hold of the rope, where it ran between her breasts, and said, "Okay. You can let go now."
As she parted her teeth and released the rope, her head bobbed up, relieved to be freed of its uncomfortably bowed position. She gave him a quick look of angry exasperation. As she looked into his eyes, her expression changed from anger to pleasure.
He kept the tension on the rope, and applied just enough additional upward force to cause her heels to come up off the floor again. Smiling, he looked into her eyes. He saw the emotions he had expected; a little fear, a little pain, a little anger, and a lot of excitement.
Slowly, he released the tension on the rope. She settled back down on her heels again. Momentarily he thought of holding the rope up, and making her walk on her toes, but he decided to stick to his original plan.
The last item on the bed was the antenna. It was about three feet long when fully extended.
And it was.
It was slightly flexible, about one quarter inch in diameter at one end, stepping down to less than an eighth of an inch at the other end. There was a knob-like piece of metal on the small end. The chrome shined, reflecting the light from the playroom window in the north wall.
Dropping the end of the rope, he went to the bed, picked up the antenna, and slid the large end into one of his tight, back pockets. The small end extended up his back, well above his shoulder. Walking back to Cheryl, he picked up the end of the rope that hung from the strap around her waist. Winding it twice around his hand, he turned and led her out of the playroom.
As she walked behind him, she had to take little, mincing steps, because of the strap around her legs. Her high-heels did nothing to increase her speed or improve her sense of balance. As she followed along behind Henry, she could not quite keep up with his pace. Consequently, the rope tightened uncomfortably between her legs and put more strain on her arms, and made a definite impact on her emotional state, as it snuggled up between her cuntlips. Every few steps, he turned to look at her, and slowed down just enough to let her catch up. Then he resumed his normal pace, causing the rope to tighten between her legs again. As they walked through the office, it dawned on her that he was taking her outside. 'Good thing Henry lives in a remote area,' she was thinking, as they went out the office door.
As Henry led Cheryl outside, he took her down the garden path, which runs along the north side of the house, between the rose bushes, and out between the trees to the west gate. The shiny knob end of the antenna, sticking up out of his back pocket, was a real eye-catcher. She was almost hypnotically drawn to it. She remembered when he had used it on her before, so she knew that only a light stroke brought intense pain. A feeling of trepidation was building up inside her, at the sight of the antenna. As they walked down the path, it stuck up out of his left rear pocket, bouncing gaily back and forth directly in front of her, like the leader's wand in some festive parade.
As they approached the west gate, and the end of the walkway, she saw something hanging from a branch of one of the trees near the path, fluttering in the slight, late afternoon breeze. When they got closer, she recognized it as the scarf, which Henry had used to blindfold her when she was on the horse several weeks before.
When they came abreast of the scarf, he stopped. Turning to her, he let out some slack in the rope, pulling a little of it through her crotch from behind, he let the end fall, to dangle in front of her. He plucked the scarf from the branch of the tree. As he placed the scarf over her eyes, she moved her arms obediently, to allow the scarf to go around her head easily. Then he tied it securely behind her head.
While they had walked down the path, Cheryl had had to pay close attention to where she stepped. She did not want to get a spiked heel caught in one of the seams in the concrete. The seams were spaced exactly four feet apart for the full length of the path. There were over a dozen seams between where she stood and the solid concrete slab in front of the house and garage. As Henry finished knotting the scarf, she had a feeling it was not going to be easy to get back to the playroom, blindfolded, without falling.
Henry walked around in front of her and picked up the rope. Slowly, he took up the slack again. Once more the rope tightened between her legs, forcing its way upward between her tender pussylips. Once more her elbows were forced up, as her wrists were tugged down. He continued to pull upward on the rope, until her heels were forced up off the concrete pathway.
When he saw her heels come up, he kept tension on the rope with one hand and placed his other hand against her stomach, just below the strap around her waist. Pulling firmly on the rope, he brought it's end down. As he did, Cheryl's heels settled to the ground again. Holding the rope tightly with one hand, he removed his other hand from her stomach and looped the end of the rope through the ring on the strap around her legs. Then, making sure everything was tight, he tied the rope off at the ring.
At last, Cheryl knew, the preparations were complete, and that the real "game" was about to start. The rope, which intruded well up into her wet groove, caused her pussy to tingle. Her clit was slightly stimulated by the rope, which flattened it to her body. The rope itself was so tight, she clearly felt it pressing against her little bottom hole. Her arms were starting to ache. Her back was arched as far as she could arch it, and she could not stop thinking about that antenna, sticking up out of Henry's pocket.
Henry checked the video cameras he had set up earlier. One was in a tree at the west end of the walk. It's battery was fully charged. He walked over to it, reached up, flipped the power switch, and pressed the "On" button. The other was by the door of the house, plugged into the house current. He did not have to walk over to this one, he turned it on with the remote control, which he took from the breast pocket of his shirt. They would soon have another home movie to enjoy together on one of those nights when Cheryl had been particularly good and deserved a treat.
He paused for several seconds to enjoy the sight before him. Cheryl stood on the tree-lined, concrete path, a picture of loveliness. Naked but for shoes, stocking and garters, and two black, leather straps, one around her legs, just below the knees, and the other around her shapely, slender waist, she strained against her bonds. Her wrists were securely bound behind her neck with one end of a long, white rope. The white rope hung down her back from her wrists and disappeared in the top of the crack of her ass. The cheeks of her ass protruded sensually in her tensed position. In front of her, the rope reappeared out the top of the slit of her cunt, and went up to her waist strap, and down to the strap below her knees. Tension on the rope pulled the strap above her hips down in the front, but not far, because the strap was very tightly cinched about her waist. The strap at her knees was pulled slightly upward. All three restraints, the rope and the two straps, had been pulled tight enough so that there would be no chance of her getting free on her own. Her light, pinkish-brown nipples were firm and excited. The black blindfold covered her lovely eyes and part of her face, further accentuating her luscious red lips. Her untanned body made the perfect background for the white and black ensemble she "wore."
Cheryl was rapidly becoming nervous about her position. If she were to bend forward, the rope would tighten between her legs. Therefore, she would not be able to sit down to rest. In fact, she would not be able to relax at all, until he loosened her bonds. Her breasts were thrust out, because of her unnaturally arched back. They were extremely vulnerable to the antenna, which she knew he might put to use at any moment. Her butt was forced into an exceedingly exposed, abnormally projecting attitude, by the arch in her back.
The antenna could not be used on her pussy, her inner thighs, the crack between her ass-cheeks, or the bottoms of her feet. Some consolation! It could still be used on her arms, most of her back, including her butt, the backs of her legs, the fronts of her legs, her stomach, and, worst of all, her tender breasts.
She realized that her breasts, forced to jut outward by her arched position, made a dreadfully prominent target. Undoubtedly, to Henry, a very enticing target.
Suddenly Cheryl felt Henry's hands on her body. He turned her around, slowly and carefully at first, so that she would not fall, then faster, as she got used to the movement. She nearly lost her balance, but his hands tightened their hold, to stabilize her. After he had turned her completely around several times, she began to get dizzy. She had no idea which direction she was facing at any given moment. With each revolution, he moved part way around with her, further befuddling her sense of direction. Finally, after about ten full turns, he stopped.
SIX
"Now," he said, "all you have to do is walk to the house."
He stepped back and took the antenna out of his pocket. "Of course, I wouldn't want you to fall," he continued, in the most sickly-sweet tone he could effect, "so I'll take the time and trouble, just for you, to guide you back."
"When you start out, if you go in the wrong direction, I'll 'touch' your thighs," he said, in a pleasant voice, lightly caressing the backs of her thighs with the antenna.
The cold metal against the backs of her soft, warm thighs, sent a sudden chill throughout her body.
"If you start to walk off the sidewalk, I'll 'touch' your backside," he said, brushing the antenna lightly across her naked ass.
"If you start to step on a seam in the sidewalk, I'll let you know by 'touching' your front-side." As he said this, he lightly touched her right breast with the antenna, just below the nipple.
"Now aren't I thoughtful?" he asked, almost lightheartedly.
Without conviction, and in a slightly questioning voice, she replied, "I think so."
"Oh, you're not sure if I'm thoughtful, eh?" he said, suddenly pretending to sound angry. "Well, when we get back inside, we'll make sure that you're sure."
"I'm-sure-I'm-sure," she said hurriedly. "You're-thoughtful-You're-very-thoughtful," but she knew she had spoken too late.
"Now, you may start walking," Henry said, ignoring her reply, and swishing the antenna through the air a couple of times as he waited for her to begin.
Cheryl was thinking as fast as she could. Since they were sheltered from the setting sun by the trees, she was not able to tell which direction to go, by feeling the sun on her body. Part of the time that she was turning he had moved with her, so she no longer had any idea what relation there was between his voice, or the swish of that nasty little rod he was holding, and the house.
She tried to figure out logically which direction he would have left her facing. Not directly away from the house, that was too obvious. Not toward the house, that was an old trick. She must be either facing left, or right of the direction she needed to go. While he could have stopped her at a right angle to the path, he could just as easily have stopped her at any angle. Her best bet, she decided, was to hope he had left her at right angles to the path.
'Oh well,' she thought, 'the sooner I get started ... '
She turned about ninety degrees to her left and started to take a step.
Henry, who was standing to her right, moved around with her as she turned. The antenna was in his left hand. He smiled as he watched her turning in the wrong direction. When she stopped, he was already holding the antenna a few inches from her thighs. When she stuck her foot out to take a step, all he did was flick his wrist. That brought the antenna sharply against her flesh, just below her butt.
"Swish!", Cheryl heard the sound of the antenna moving through the air just an instant before there was a light slapping sound, as it hit the backs of her thighs. "Slap." It hit about three inches below her deliciously protruding bottom. Involuntarily, she inhaled sharply. The rope was already forcing her to arch her back, but the sudden pain caused her to arch even more, as her flesh instinctively flinched from the blow. She had the sudden urge to rub the backs of her thighs, but the ropes around her wrists prevented any possibility of that!
She quickly pulled her foot back. She did not have to see the red line, which was forming where the antenna had met her skin, to know it was there. As quickly as she could, hindered as she was by the strap around her legs, she turned to her left 180 degrees.
Henry moved with her as she turned. He kept himself positioned close to her right side. When she stopped turning and began to stick out her right foot....
"Swish-slap," the antenna caressed her thighs again, a little lower this time, and a little harder.
Cheryl sucked in her breath and held it for a moment. She did not want to cry out if she didn't have to. The pain was only minor, but this stroke had felt harder than the first one. She turned ninety degrees to the right and put out a foot.
"Swish-slap," the little chrome-plated antenna caught her again, harder, another inch lower.
She new she was in trouble. Unless he had set her in the right direction in the first place, she was going to have to endure the pain of several more swats, just to get oriented in the right direction.
Carefully she turned around a hundred and eighty degrees and put out one foot.
"Swish-slap," the antenna did it's duty.
This time, her intake of breath had become just barely audible. Each stroke was a little lower and a little harder. By the time he got down to the backs of her knees, she knew she was not going to be able to keep from vocalizing her pain. In the meantime, there was nothing else for it, she would have to turn a few degrees at time and "test" for the correct direction.
She turned about ten degrees to her right, and began putting out one foot, "Swish-slap."The nasty little thing hit her again.
The pain was getting to her. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. She pulled her foot back, turned a little more to her right and put a foot out again.
"Swish-slap," the antenna struck her thighs.
This time, when she sucked in her breath, she could not stifle a little, hurt moan. Regardless, she did not hesitate, three more times she turned and put a foot out, and three more times the antenna spoke it's quiet, little double word.
"Swish-slap. Swish-slap. Swish-slap."
With each stroke her grunts of pain got louder. After the third impact she yelped at the pain, "Oh!" and paused for a moment to recover. The last stroke had been below her garters.
After each stroke, Henry watched Cheryl closely.
He wanted to enjoy the spectacle as she struggled in her bonds, but he also wanted to make sure she was not losing her balance. After the fourth blow, his completely engorged cock was pushing tightly against the front of his pants. He was stimulated by her moans as well as her actions. Each time the antenna kissed her thighs, her body twitched one way or another, and her protruding tits jiggled in the most delightful manner. He could hardly wait to see her reactions when the chrome caressed one of those luscious mounds of flesh.
Two more attempts to find the proper direction brought two more exclamations of pain from the naked, helplessly bound girl.
"Swish-slap."
"Oh!"
"Swish-slap."
"Ou!"
On her next try, Henry, seeing this would be his last chance, struck hard with the antenna.
"Swish-SLAP!!!"
"Ouchh!!!" That stroke landed right on the tender spot behind her knees! It had been a lot harder that the previous stroke. She wanted to jump up and down, it stung so bad! She was dying to rub it, to lean against something, to have anything touch the spot where the antenna had just smote her tender flesh!
She turned a little more to her right. Timidly, she moved one foot forward. Moments ago she had been startled, as well as pained, by the first stroke of the antenna. This time, she was even more startled, when the antenna failed to make its expected journey to the backs her legs.
Slowly she began walking, hampered by the mincing steps she was forced to take because of the strap around her legs. Her thighs ached with the pain of the blows from the little rod, especially where that last stroke had been delivered. She wished there were some way she could get the sting out of the backs of her knees.
Henry walked beside her. He moved the antenna to his right hand and positioned it horizontally in front of her breasts. The end of the metal hovered just between the two protruding mounds. Careful not to allow the metal rod to touch her tits, he watched her approach the seam in the sidewalk.
As she put out her right foot to take her fourth step he immediately flicked his wrist.
"Swish-slap" came the sound of the antenna.
The pain came simultaneously. Immediately a red line appeared just below the nipple of her right breast. He had not hit her breast as hard as he had hit her legs, but the tender flesh stung regardless. She almost jumped at the sharpness of the pain. Her breasts danced and jiggled while the pain gradually subsided into a tingling ache.
With the front part of one shoe she felt the path in front of her until she found the seam that Henry had been so "thoughtful" to warn her about. The seam was only about three-quarters of an inch across at its broadest point, but the heels of her shoes were less than half an inch wide. They could easily catch no in it, causing her to fall. When she found the seam, she inched carefully forward, with her heels off the ground, until she was sure she had gotten beyond it. Then she continued up the path, counting her steps.
Silently, Henry moved to her left side, and positioned the rod in front of her left breast. Once again the little rod changed hands. On the sixth step, "Swish-slap," the antenna stung her left breast, just below the nipple.
He had not hit any harder on the left side than he had on the right, but her upper body did a fine, jiggling dance until the pain lessened. Each full breast sported a thin red line, a couple of inches below the nipple.
Once again she carefully felt forward with one shoe, until she found the seam in the walkway. Then she stepped carefully over it. Slowly she counted five steps, then carefully searched for the seam. She found it and moved carefully past it. Finally, she was satisfied that she knew the distance between the seams; five steps. This was going to be easy.
With a smile, Henry watched as she moved on down the path. The path curved at that point, and she was heading toward the edge. He moved back to her side, and positioned the antenna just behind her beautiful ass. Two more steps and she would be at the edge. There was no reason to allow her get any closer.
The stinging in her thighs had reduced to a pleasant, painful warmth, and her pussy was getting wetter. She new that the distances between the seams were all the same, and she was as good as home free. She was just mentally congratulating herself on her intelligence at having thought to count the steps between seams, and beginning to denigrate Henry's intelligence, when, on her third step, "Swish-slap!" she yelped at the sudden, sharp pain on her backside.
The strength of the stroke on her butt was the same as it had been on the backs of her knees. Her bottom was not as sensitive as her breasts, so he had no reason to reduce the force of his strokes on her backside. Her rump stung intensely from the stroke of the rod, as a red line appeared low across both cheeks.
The pain slowly subsided.
She remembered that a swat on her butt was to warn her that she was about to walk off the path. That's what she'd forgotten. This path 'wound' through the garden, it wasn't straight! Even though she had just walked down it, she could not remember it's shape well enough to get back to the house without several more strokes on her be-hind. She tried to decide which way she should turn. The path either curved off to her left or to her right. There was nothing she could do but try one direction or the other. She turned slightly to her left and, "Swish-slap!"
That stroke was even harder than the previous one. She felt tears in her eyes at the pain, but she made no sound.
Shortly, the single red mark across her ass was joined by a second one just above it. Henry was getting more stimulated with every stroke he delivered. To keep from ravishing her right there in the garden, he had to use a bit of self control. What he had planned for her, once they got back inside the house, was well worth waiting for.
Forcing himself to proceed as planned, he continued to watch Cheryl for any sign that she might be losing her balance, and to enjoy her obvious discomfort. The backs of her legs were covered with bright red stripes, and the two red lines across her butt were deepening in color.
Suddenly, he had a thought he could not pass up. "Stop for a moment," he said, as he pulled a small twig from a nearby evergreen tree.
Motionless, Cheryl waited as instructed. Shortly, she began to feel something touching her right arm. It moved down to her underarm. Then the tickling commenced. It was terrible! Knowing that she was not allowed to move, and with her hands securely tied, there was nothing she could do to protect her ticklish underarms. She laughed hysterically while she pleaded for him to quit tickling her. She squirmed her upper body, to try to avoid the tickling object.
Henry watched with delight, as her breasts tumbled and danced, and her torso twisted. She was undulating uncontrollably, writhing beautifully. She was in intense tickle agony, long before he finally stopped.
"Okay, let's go," he said, with a smile, as he tossed the twig under the tree he had recently torn it from.
Cheryl turned to her right, far enough to compensate for her previous wrong left turn. When nothing happened, she took a step forward. 'Now how far to the next seam?' she wondered. 'Let's see,' she reasoned, 'I took two steps since the last seam, then got "bit" on the third step, which I didn't complete. So I have three more steps to go, before I should start looking for the next seam. That was one, this is two,' she thought as she took another step.
One more step and she paused to use the toe of her right foot to search for the seam. It was not there. She took another step and searched again. 'Still not there,' she thought, i must have passed over it already.'
Holding the metal rod in his right hand, Henry positioned it in front of her right breast. He waited, hoping she would make a mistake. She started to take another step and, "Swish-slap!"
The right breast again, and this time harder! Another red line appeared an inch above the first one, still just barely below her nipple. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, and she twisted uncomfortably as the stinging slowly subsided. Still she refused to utter a sound, unless the pain caused her to lose control.
Carefully she searched for, found, and stepped over, the next seam. Five more steps, search for the seam, step over. Five more steps, search for the seam, step over. Five more steps, "Swish-slap!!"
"AH!" she yelped so loud it was almost a scream! The pain in her bottom was intense! Another red line joined the other two on her tail end, this one a litter higher.
She turned to the right. "Swish-slap!!"
"AH!" she yelped again, and panted several times, to keep from screaming.
Henry hastily tucked the antenna in a back pocket, and took Cheryl's panties out of his front pocket. Carefully checking the fold he had previously made in the panties, he made sure that the inside of the moist crotch was outward.
Cheryl felt something touching her face. It was Henry's hand. He took a firm hold on her chin, then pulled down. She knew what he wanted, and complied by opening her mouth. She was not sure why he wanted her mouth open, but she had an idea.
In a mock-compassionate tone, he said, "This should help you be a little more quiet, Sweetheart."
As he stuffed the panties in her mouth, he made sure that the crotch pressed directly against her tongue.
To Cheryl, it was just something that felt like cloth, a little damp, with a somewhat familiar smell.
When the panties were completely in her mouth, he produced a roll of wide tape from a front pocket. He tore off a piece. Gently closing her mouth, he positioned the tape neatly over her lips and face.
The strip of tape was several inches long, and reached around her face nearly from ear to ear. It was not going to come off by accident. Cheryl might be able to work her tongue through the material to get at the tape and she might get the tape off, but somehow she knew that that would not be a good idea.
Henry moved to her left side again, and positioned the antenna in front of her left breast.
Her butt felt like it was burning, as she turned back to the left, and carefully continued up the path toward the house. She made it past the next four seams before missing one, then....
"Swish-slap!"
Suddenly, her left breast matched her right, with two red horizontal lines, just below the nipple. The pain of this stroke was nothing like the last one she had got on her be-hind. In fact, it was so mild in comparison, that she wondered why he even bothered.
She knew she must be getting close to the house. If she was careful, she might make it without further need for correction. She took two more steps, and....
"Swish-slap!!!"
If it had not been for the panty gag, she would have screamed at the intense pain in her butt. She shook in agony. She wanted desperately to rub her backside, but her hands were securely tied behind her neck. Oh, if only he would rub her fanny for her! She was seriously considering trying to back up against him, but she knew what would happen if she did. After several seconds, the pain mellowed a bit, while a fifth red line formed, this one at the very top of her bottom cheeks. It took her several more seconds to stop shaking.
Henry surveyed his handiwork. Her ass had a beautiful, horizontal, red stripe every inch-and-a-half from the bottom of her cheeks to the top.
"This is the last curve in the path," Henry said. "If you turn in the right direction, your back is home free. But, if you choose wrong, there's no place left, on your cute little butt, to put another stripe, so I'll have to go a little higher."
She thought about that for a moment. Would the pain be worse than on the legs? She tried to imagine what it might feel like for that nasty antenna to hit her back with any force. She hoped it would not hurt worse than the backs of her legs. She turned to her right.
"Swish-SLAP!!!!"
"MMMMMMMPH!" She would have yelled at the top of her lungs, if it had not been for the gag. The antenna had hit her on the back, just below her fingertips. The pain was excruciating! Almost unendurable! She felt as if she was about to faint.
As she started to bend at the knees, the rope at her crotch tightened, which helped to keep her conscious. As she straightened up, she felt Henry's hands on her sides, just below her arms, holding her up. She stretched her fingers toward the line of pain on her back, but she could not quite reach it. She knew there was a bright, red line forming across her back. She was thinking, 'That darn little stick has more ability to give pain than I ever dreamed!' Of course, the fact that the strength of his last stroke had been at least double the strength of the previous one, had a lot to do with it.
She turned again, this time in the right direction, and carefully took a step. One more and she should look for another seam in the concrete. It was not there. Not taking any chances, she carefully searched for the seam before each of the next three steps. Thinking she surely must have passed it by then, she took the next step without checking.
"Swish-slap!"
Suddenly her nipples were on fire! The antenna had landed with full force right across the centers of both nipples! She staggered and started to fall, but Henry was right there to catch her. He held her up until she had recovered enough from the shock to be able to support herself. She was still leaning against him, when she felt one of his hands massaging her stinging bottom. She realized that her back was also being soothed by contact with his shirt.
He put a hand between her legs, and felt heat and moisture. As painful as this was, she was really getting hot. Slowly and carefully she moved on toward the house. Finally, he stopped her, and opening the front door, led her inside. As she began to recover from the shock and pain, she started to notice the wetness between her legs again.
Henry removed the tape from over the gag, then he untied the blindfold. As he removed the scarf, he saw that her eyes were full of tears, but also love and adoration for him. He knew how excited she was, and he was going to have a wonderful time teasing her before he allowed her to cum.
Standing directly in front of her, he slowly removed the material that formed the gag in her mouth. To her surprise, and embarrassment, she discovered it was her own panties. The very same panties that she had removed not long ago! She remembered that he had gone to the closet for something, while she had been studying herself in his playroom mirror. Finally, she knew what he had been after.
Cheryl blushed as he carefully unfolded her panties, just inches in front of her face. The blush deepened as she realized that the inside crotch had been pressed firmly against her tongue for the past few minutes.
As Henry laid the panties on the arm of his favorite chair, she noticed that she was standing in front of the large, almost full-length mirror, in the living room. When she looked in the mirror, she saw the stripes on her breasts. Two horizontal red lines on each breast, just under the nipples. Looking closer, she saw that red lines protruded from both sides of each nipple, reminding her of the intense pain she had felt at the time of their origin. The nipples themselves still stung intensely. Slightly discolored, they had an angry red complexion she had not seen in them before. She wondered if they would bruise, but she doubted it. Henry was always careful not to cause a bruise, but he sure knew how to inflict pain without them. She could hardly wait to rub her nipples, or for him to rub them.
Henry untied and loosened the end of the rope that was knotted to the ring of the strap below her knees. Bringing her hands down in front of her, he untied them. He turned her around so her back was toward the mirror, "Look at that gorgeous backside of yours," he said, nodding toward the mirror.
As she brought her hands down, relaxing the tired muscles of her arms, she looked over her shoulder at her back in the mirror. Just at her shoulder blades was a single, horizontal, angry, red line. She knew it would be visible for several hours. Lower down, across the cheeks of her ass, were five horizontal red lines. Experience told her that these lines would not last more than a few dozen minutes. The red lines, which covered the tops of her thighs, were just beginning to fade. Through her sheer stockings, she could just barely see the lines below her garters. The one across the backs of her knees was the most visible, and still smarted quite a bit.
Her butt burned! Her back stung! The backs of her knees twitched with pain! Most of all, her nipples were still aching! As she reached back with one hand to rub her back, and up to her breasts with the other to rub her nipples, Henry grabbed her hands.
"Not yet," he said, as he led her over to the couch. Reluctantly, she dropped her hands to her sides.
SEVEN
Going outside, Henry retrieved the two cameras from beside the path. Back in the house, he attached one to a stand in a corner of the living room and aimed it at the couch. Then he put in a fresh tape and started it running. Taking the other camera into the den, he attached it to a similar stand, and pointed it at the massage table.
"Now," he asked, as he walked her across the room and positioned her behind the couch, "what's this about me not being 'thoughtful'?"
As she walked she had to take little mincing steps. The strap still securely bound her knees together. She had to think for a moment before she remembered the incident outside. Soon she remembered that he had asked her if she had not thought he was 'thoughtful' for taking the time and trouble to "guide" her back into the house. She had answered without any conviction, and in a doubting manner.
"Oh, Henry, you are VERY thoughtful! You know you are!" she said, hoping to make a favorable impression, and get out of the punishment she knew she was about to receive.
"Next time I ask you a question like that, you'll know how to respond, won't you?" he asked, as he helped her to bend over the back of the couch.
"Yes," she was quick to reply.
Henry bent her farther over the back of the couch. "Now balance on your stomach, keep your toes on the floor and your hands on the seat of the couch," he told her.
She pulled at the couch cushion in front of her until her bottom came up to the proper height. Her nose almost touched the seat of the couch. In this position, her bottom was the highest point on her body.
Henry took his belt off, slowly sliding it through the belt loops so Cheryl could hear it plainly. "You can keep your eyes open, but you will count each stroke, as usual," he said. "If your knees touch the floor, or your face touches the seat of the couch, we'll start over."
Henry paused for several seconds, to admire the sight of Cheryl's upturned, round, red-striped ass, draped over the back of the couch. He ran one palm over the naked cheeks. Then he stepped back. Slowly, he brought the belt back. Suddenly it rose up over his shoulder and down onto the already red and sensitive target before him. The belt made a slight wooshing sound in the air, then a light slapping sound, as it made contact.
"Whoosh-slap!"
"One," said Cheryl, without delay. She looked longingly at her sore nipples only a couple of inches above the seat of the couch. If she dared, she could lower herself a bit and rub her tingling nipples against the couch. She knew he would notice, and the punishment would be automatically doubled. Besides, that's probably what he was hoping she'd do, and she did not want to give him that satisfaction.
Again the belt moved through the air, a little faster this time. It made a little louder "wooshing" sound, a little louder "slapping" sound, which was almost a smack, as it contacted her naked flesh.
"WHOOSH-SLAP!"
"Two," she said quickly.
Again the belt moved through the air, as Henry's hand brought it back and over and down. It was a little faster this time, a little louder moving through the air, and it made a definite smack this time, instead of a slap, as it landed atop the delightful naked mounds in front of him.
"WHOOSH-SMACK!"
"Three!" Cheryl responded, this time with more emotion in her voice. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed. Closing her eyes was the only thing she could think to do to ease the pain.
"Swoosh-smack," the sound and sting of the belt interrupted her thought.
"Four!" exclaimed Cheryl, as the pain began to grow in her backside.
"Swoosh-smack!"
"Five!" gasped Cheryl, wishing that was the last stroke.
Henry paused for a moment, then just as Cheryl relaxed....
"Swoosh-Smack!!" The surprise of the stroke caused her to lose her balance, and her nose touched the seat of the couch just for an instant. That was enough.
"Six!" she gasped.
"One," said Henry.
"One," she said, with a groan in her voice.
"Swoosh-Smack!" at least this one was no harder than the last, she thought, as she cried, "Two!"
"Swoosh-Smack!!"
"Three!" moaned Cheryl.
"Swoosh-Smack!!"
"Four!"
"Swoosh-Smack!!"
"Five!"
"Swoosh-Smack!!!" the belt hit harder this, as the count rose.
"Six!" Cheryl exclaimed.
"Swoosh-SMack!!!" the belt fell still harder.
"Seven!" gasped Cheryl.
"Swoosh-SMACK!!!" the belt struck harder yet.
"Eight!" Cheryl gasped. She moaned as she struggled to keep her balance.
"Swoosh-SMACK!!!!" Henry brought the belt down across her sensitive naked flesh, harder even than before.
"Nine!" Cheryl screamed, while her bottom started to twitch smasmodially.
"Swoosh-SMACK!!!!" the belt landed with the hardest stroke of all.
"AHH! TEN!!" Cheryl cried, not knowing how she kept her balance at all.
"Swoosh-" went the belt through the air. Though it did not make contact that time, Cheryl flinched nonetheless at the sound. Her rear-end quivered uncontrollably for a few seconds. Finally Henry told her that she could stand up. When she did, she almost fainted.
"Thank you for punishing me," Cheryl said, with feeling, remembering rule number sixteen.
"Very good," complemented Henry, surprised that she would remember the new rule on her first experience.
Henry led her over to her pillow, which Cheryl noticed was sitting in front of his favorite chair, which had been turned to face the wall. Just before she got to the pillow, he stopped her and said, "Put your hands behind you."
When she put her hands behind her, he said, "Palms out, wrists crossed."
Cheryl obeyed and watched silently, while Henry slowly put back on his belt. She waited, with nervous anticipation, wondering how much more she would have to endure this evening, while a small part of her wished it would never end. , When he had untied her hands, he had laid the rope on the back of his chair. Once he had his belt back on, he picked up the rope, and went behind her. When he had tied her hands securely, he ran the rope through the strap that was still around her waist, then back around her wrists. He tied another secure knot. He went back to the video camera and turned it, so it was aimed at the pillow and the chair.
Cheryl wanted to reach down to rub her bottom, but she could only just barely touch it with the backs of her fingertips. The strap around her waist held her hands firmly in the small of her back. She looked up at Henry with pleading eyes.
"Not yet, Sweetheart," Henry said softly.
"On your knees, facing the chair," he said, as he pointed to her pillow. He helped position her exactly where he wanted her on the pillow.
"Now bend forward," he said.
As she bent forward, he guided her so that her head and shoulders came to rest on the seat of his chair, with her face turned to her right. She could not help noticing her panties on the arm of the chair, only inches from her face, and two clothespins lying on the seat, a few inches from her head.
She had a bad feeling about those clothespins.
Moving behind her, he picked up a strap that was lying on the floor next to an eyebolt. The eyebolt was next to the wall, and usually hidden from view by Cheryl's pillow. The strap was just long enough to go around her ankles. He bound her ankles tightly together with the strap.
Earlier this afternoon, he had left a rope lying next to the eyebolt. He used this to tie the strap, which he had just placed around her ankles, to the eyebolt.
When he finished tying her ankles, she was kneeling on her pillow, resting her head and shoulders on the seat of his chair. Her smooth, smarting, red, round ass was nicely elevated, and her breasts hung down in front of the chair. The pillow had been positioned several inches from the front of the chair, to allow room for her breasts to hang.
Henry picked up the panties from the arm of his chair. Neatly, he folded them once, then laid them down on the seat of the chair, next to her nose. She could clearly smell herself on them, and had trouble looking at anything else. He took the antenna out of his back pocket and laid it on her back, above her bound hands, just out of her reach.
She groaned as she realized that he wasn't done with that darn thing yet!
He moved to the chair and picked up the clothespins, then sat down on the floor next to her right side. Reaching under her hanging breasts, he gripped her left nipple with his thumb and index finger.
As soon as he touched her nipple, she realized that her nipples were still extremely sensitive from the single stroke they had received from the antenna a few minutes ago. It felt nice for a moment. At first, his touch was gentle and caressing. She was overjoyed at the thought that his fingers were gently massaging out the sting in her nipple. Then he started to squeeze the little knob lightly, and she felt the pain increase again. As he squeezed, he watched her face. When he saw the pain in her face reach the proper level, he stopped. Moving his hand to her other nipple, he repeated the manipulations.
He had been testing to see if the clothespins were strong enough. Judging from how hard he had squeezed, the clothespins would do nicely. He had tested the clothespins earlier. The amount of pressure he had used with his fingers was about half the pressure that the spring of one of the clothespins would apply. The spring of the other clothespin was twice as strong. Yes, they would do nicely.
He put the palm of his left hand under her left breast, cupping it, and picked up the antenna with his right hand. "Now," he said softly, "I'm going to use this on your back, until you ask me to put a clothespin on your nipple. Take your time, because these clothespins squeeze a lot harder than my fingers just did."
He paused for a moment. The antenna hovered in the air, just above her beautiful, red ass, and her left breast was held firmly in his left hand. After a few seconds, during which time she thought she would feel the antenna immediately, he said, "Are you ready?"
She was exasperated. He was not only going to give her more pain, but she was going to have to ask him to do it as well. "Yes," she said, hurriedly. Hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.
"Yes what?" he said
"Yes, go ahead and whip me," she said nervously, with a touch of anger in her voice.
"Don't we say please when we're asking for something?" he asked, in a mock-simpering voice.
She was on the verge of lashing out with a wild retort. At the last instant she thought better of it, remembered her place, and said, "Please, Honey, whip my back."
"That's better," Henry said, as he brought the antenna down next to the red line on her back.
"Swish-slap!"
He did not hit as hard as he had when he put the first mark there, so Cheryl just gave a small yelp and gritted her teeth. A second line appeared on her back, one inch above the first one. Waiting several seconds, he brought the antenna down again, this time harder.
"Swish-slap!!"
Another yelp from Cheryl brought another quick slash of the antenna.
"Swish-slap!!" and another yelp.
She was starting to wonder if the clothespins would hurt her nipples as much as the antenna was hurting her back, when another "Swish-slap!!" from the antenna brought a louder yelp from her lips.
There were five marks on her back from the bottom of her shoulder blades to just below her neck. Her nipples felt awfully tender, but....
"Swish-slap!!"
"Oh!" the pain in her back was getting intense too. That one was below the original mark and a little harder.
"Swish-slap!!!" remarked the little rod.
"Aah!" was Cheryl's response.
Henry watched Cheryl's face whenever he was not actually delivering a stroke. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears, her mouth was wet, the pain-pleasure she was feeling was clearly evident. A little more pain, and that's all she would be able to take; before the pain overrode the pleasure.
That last one was lower yet, and harder still.
"Swish-slap!!! Swish-slap!!!!"
Two more strokes in rapid succession brought a shout of pain, and pleas to stop.
"Aahh! OH! No more. Use the clothespin!" shouted Cheryl.
"Swish-slap!!!!" the antenna fell once again, harder than the first one she had gotten outside.
She yelled at the top of her lungs, and started to feel faint.
"Now is that any way to ask a favor of someone?" Henry asked. "You know you should say 'please,' and be more specific," he told her.
Quickly coming to her senses, she said, "Please, Henry, would you put a clothespin on my nipple?" in her most pleading voice.
Henry laid the antenna down among the fresh red lines on her back and picked up a clothespin. Reaching under her, he fondled her left nipple, making sure it was hard. It was. Opening the clothespin, he fastened it to the nipple, but did not release it entirely.
Cheryl was just beginning to get a break from pain, when the clothespin closed on her nipple. At first it just stung intensely, but then she realized that he had not let it go.
Then he released the clothespin, and pulled his hand away from her nipple. The full force of the spring closed the clothespin.
Cheryl groaned deep in her throat. She sucked in her breath and tried to get her hands free. She started to raise up from the seat of the chair, but a hand on her back held her down. She tried to brush the clothespin against the front of the chair and knock it off her nipple, but his hands held her head and shoulders firmly in the seat.
Moaning and exclaiming, "OOOHING" and "AAHHHING," in pain, for several seconds, she wished the pain would stop. Her nipple felt like it was being cut off! A minute went by, two, three, finally some of the pain subsided.
Henry raised her up from the seat of the chair, and she thought he was going to take off the clothespin. But no, he just moved her panties to the spot her face had just been, and pushed her nose back down, right on the crotch. She was mortified, but the smell of her own cunt-juices on the damp panties excited her. Several seconds went by, then a hand turned her head to the right. She was lying in the same position as before, but with her cheek and the side of her mouth pressed firmly against the crotch of her still moist panties.
After a moment, she noticed a hand on her bottom. The hand moved down between her cheeks, and a finger touched her back hole. The finger moved on until it came to her pussy-lips, and pushed in. Rubbing back and forth, the finger slowly took away the awareness of her pain. Deeper, the finger probed. She noticed that there was no longer a hand on her head or shoulders. A hand touched her stomach, and slid down to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, then on to her clit. One finger rubbed her clit, while another probed her vagina. In-out, in-out, in-out went the finger in her cunt. Around and round, around and round, moved the finger on her clit. Her nipples no longer hurt, her back had a nice, warm felling to it, her breasts began to ache with that good ache right before orgasm. A tiny bit of saliva dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Her breath was coming in quick gasps. Her orgasm was building to a wonderful crescendo. This was going to be the best orgasm she had ever had. And the fingers disappeared!
"OH, please don't stop!" she begged, hurriedly.
But Henry had another agenda. He picked the antenna up off her back with his left hand. He placed the palm of his right hand over her right breast, and took a good, firm, but not painful, grip on her tit. "Now, you be sure to let me know when you want the other clothespin," he said, as he brought the antenna down across the twin summits of her neatly positioned, sore, red ass
"Swish-slap!"
"Ooooooh, that's not fair," she moaned, as the rod stung her cheeks.
The stroke had been firm,' she was thinking, 'but not nearly as painful as the last stroke on her back.
"Swish-slap!"
"Mmm," she responded. He was hitting harder. Again she tried not to make any noise as the strokes fell. "Swish-slap!"
Only a soft moan escaped her lips. "Swish-slap!"
A startled "Oh," was her response. "Swish-slap!" brought a little yelp. He was hitting her in only two spots, alternating each time.
"Swish-slap!"
"Ah!"
One across the center of her butt.
"Swish-slap!"
"Oh!"
One just below the center
"Swish-slap!"
"Oh!"
Center.
"Swish-slap!"
"Oh!"
His cock was throbbing with every stroke. Below.
"Swish-slap!"
"Oh!"
Center, and a little harder. "Swish-slap!"
"Ou!"
Below, a little harder. "Swish-slap!!"
"Ohh!"
Center, and a little harder. "Swish-slap!!"
"Ou-AH!"
Below, harder still. "Swish-slap!!"
"OHhh!"
Center, and a little harder. "Swish-slap!!!"
"Ah!"
Below, harder. "Swish-slap!!"
"Aaahh!"
Then, without warning, another harder "Swish-slap!!"
"Aaaaaaaaahh!"
It landed below the base of her ass, right across the backs of the thighs.
"Clothespin!" she screamed. "Please, Henry, would-you-put-a-clothespin-on-my-nipple?" she begged, as fast as she could speak.
"Of course, Sweetheart," he replied, in a calm, soft voice, which belied the heat and hardness of the object pressing fiercely against the front of his pants.
He released her breast with his right hand and stood up. Walking over to the fireplace, he laid the antenna on the mantel, then came back and knelt at her right side. Picking up the clothespin with his right hand, he gently massaged her right nipple with his left thumb and index finger. It was already hard, but he just wanted to make sure is was at the proper point of excitation, before he clipped on the clothespin.
Watching her face, he slowly brought the clothespin in his right hand to her right nipple. He placed it on the bud at the tip. Then, slowly, he released the spring. As the full pressure of the clothespin exerted itself on her nipple, Cheryl's mouth opened in a silent scream! This clothespin had a lot stronger spring than the other one! She jerked around spasmodically!
Again Henry had to hold her head and shoulders down on the seat of the chair, to keep her from rubbing off the clothespin. Her face pressed even more firmly into the crotch of her panties.
She felt desperate. The pain was monstrous! As she jerked back and forth, she hoped the clothespin would fall off, but it was too secure. The pain was almost intolerable, and she was sure she was going to pass out. The urge to get that clothespin off her nipple was totally overwhelming. The pain was horrible! It was almost as bad as when he had used the metal clamps at her house. She struggled against his hands with all her strength.
Henry watched her face as he held her in place. As she thrashed around, her emotions went from shock, to torment. After a few minutes, he saw acceptance of her fate expressed on her face. When she was calm enough to control herself, he let go of her head and shoulders. He brought his left hand to the left cheek of her butt and started spanking her, hard, but not too hard.
The accumulation of pains in her bottom, from the whipping, then the belt, then the whipping again and finally the spanking, began to override the pain in her nipple. As her attention was partly taken away from her nipple, she calmed further.
Without changing the rhythm of the spanking, he ran the middle finger of his right hand down the crack of her ass. His left palm continued to whack the same spot on her left cheek. His finger loitered for a moment at the small hole, pressing slightly, then went on to her pussy-lips, then into her hot, wet passage.
For several minutes he continued spanking her with his left hand and massaging her pussy with his right, never allowing the spanking to get too hard, or his clit manipulations to allow her to cum. She was as wet as she was ever going to be. He moved his right hand under her and played with the clothespins hanging down from her nipples. Squeezing the right one closed a little harder, he heard a groan of pain, amidst the moans of pleasure that were coming from her mouth. Then he moved his hand away from her tits, down her stomach, to her clit. He started massaging her clit, and her moans of pleasure increased to a fever pitch.
Simultaneously spanking and massaging, he brought her to the point of orgasm, and stopped again!
"Ooooooh, Pleeeeease," she begged, "don't stop now!"
She was on the verge of tears, when he stopped spanking her and stood up. He quickly got behind her, loosened the rope that bound her wrists, and the strap around her legs.
He told her to spread her knees apart and use her finger on her clit. Her hand swooped toward her pussy, to reclaim the orgasm she was afraid she was about to miss.
"Stop!" he commanded, and her hand froze in place. One finger was just touching her clit, but not moving the slightest bit.
He had his pants off in a few seconds, and kneeling behind her, he put the tip of his strong, throbbing erection to the entrance to her love tunnel. He ordered her to rub her juices on his cock. Hurriedly, she complied, plunging three fingers into her sopping wet cunt, then grabbing his shaft, she guided it into her pussy. Immediately she moved her fingers back to her clit and quickly started rubbing.
As he entered her, he went slowly for the first three strokes, then plunged to his balls. She started climaxing almost immediately after that, and kept on until he exploded inside her, several dozen strokes later. His hot cum jetted deep inside her warm cunt, and the heat and spew of his cum gave her another orgasm.
He bent forward and rested the top of his body on hers. For a few minutes neither moved. Then, he raised up, and his hands went to the buckle of the strap around her waist. Standing up, he undid the rope around her ankles, and the strap there.
Completely free, she wanted to remove the clothespins from her nipples in the worst way. She knew better. She knew that when he was ready, he would tell her to remove them, or he would take them off himself.
He told her to stand up, then guided her to the mirror. His cum dribbled out of her pussy and was running down her legs as he positioned her facing the mirror, and commanded, "Stay."
He took her arms and placed them behind her, and left her standing there, looking at herself in the minor. She knew she was hot to move her hands.
He went into the bathroom, wet a towel, also picked up a dry one, and got some massage oil. Going into the den, he made sure the massage table was ready, then he called her.
She came into the den, with the clothespins dangling from her smarting nipples and her arms still folded behind her. She-had a look of consternation on her face.
He knew what she was feeling, great pleasure from a good fuck, and intense pain in her nipples. He handed her a wet towel, and told her to remove her shoes and stockings and clean herself off.
After she had his cum cleaned off her legs and out of her pussy, he gave her the dry towel. When she had dried herself, he told her to lie on her back on the massage table, with her feet toward the camera. He had her spread her legs, putting her heels at the corners of the table. Then he spread her knees, until they almost hung over the edges. When she was in position, he told her to grip the sides of the table with her hands, and not let go. He went over and started the camera, and watched Cheryl's face as she blushed. She had been trained well. She did not close her legs, as she saw the little red light on the front of the camera start flashing.
For the next twenty minutes, he rubbed the lotion into her legs and stomach, occasionally dipping a finger or two into her pussy. He finishing by massaging her feet. He intentionally avoided touching her breasts and nipples. He watched her face, periodically reaching over to squeeze the clothespins tighter. When the pain in her nipples grew almost unbearable, he fingered her clit, or put two fingers in her slit. With his fingers, he brought her to the point of orgasm again, and just as she was about to climax, he stopped.
She groaned with disappointment and frustration.
Slowly, he reached over and removed the clothespin from her left nipple.
The pain got worse, instead of better!
He placed the palm of a hand between her legs, firmly against her cunt, and removed the other clothespin.
The pain was terrific! Her hands gripped the edge of the table, furiously clenching and unclenching. Her legs twitched, and she was dying to touch her nipples!
Putting some of the lotion in his right palm, unhurriedly he began massaging her left nipple. Stroking and lightly pinching, around and round, he slowly kneaded the nipple, then the entire breast.
Gradually the pain subsided on the left side, but the pain was still intense in her right nipple. After spending several minutes on the left tit, he put more lotion in the palm of his hand and gently massaged her right nipple. She was so relieved, she almost had another orgasm.
When he was through with the right breast, he told her to turn over. When she was lying on her stomach, he told her to spread her legs again, and put her hands at her sides. He rubbed and massaged lotion into her back and legs. For half an hour, he massaged and kneaded her red striped back, ass and legs, then he started on her inner thighs. Progressively, he worked his way from her knees to her butt. When he got to her ass, he let his fingers slide into the crack between the cheeks, and gave her asshole a gentle poke.
She gave a startled moan.
She had a virgin asshole, and he would take care of that another time. His fingers slid down into her warm wet cunt, and started stroking and playing with her clit. Then he put two fingers into her cunt, and carefully avoided touching her clit again. After a couple of minutes, her moans reached the point he knew marked the verge of her orgasm. Then he stopped.
He went into the living room and got the antenna off the mantel. She saw him coming with it, and thought that she should have known he was not done with it yet. He hadn't telescoped it shut.
He resumed playing with her pussy, at the same time he began lightly tapping her on the ass with the antenna. He started at one tap every two seconds, then gradually quickened his pace until he was hitting her twice a second. Then he started hitting harder and harder. Meanwhile, his manipu lation of her cunt was bringing her closer to orgasm, and finally, after several dozen slaps with the antenna, she had a tremendous climax. The instant Henry perceived her discharge, he reached far back with the antenna and slapped her ass twice, harder than any other stroke thus far!
She yelled at the top of her lungs as the pain ripped through her body! While her mouth was still open, Henry went around and put his rock-hard cock into it. Then he reached down to her butt and massaged some more, until she stopped writhing in pain. He slapped her butt lightly with the antenna, to get her mouth working, and continued to smack her delightfully wiggling ass, until he came in her mouth.
When his satisfaction was complete, he made her turn over on her back again. When she was positioned with her legs apart and her pussy in full view of the camera lens, he told her to start masturbating. When she slowly put one hand between her legs, he gave her a stern look and she immediately put more feeling into her exercise. Henry left the room.
Cheryl masturbated for almost two hours, while Henry watched TV in the living room. At a commercial he came in to change the tape in the camera. Occasionally he looked over at her, to make sure she had not stopped.
When the program he was watching ended, he went and sat in the den, where he could look between her legs and watch her masturbating. Finally, he said, "One more orgasm, and you can go and take a shower."
Fifteen minutes later they were in the shower together. He had her suck him off, while he lightly spanked her sore butt with the shower brush. After he came, they got out of the shower and dried off, and went to bed.
That was when she finally asked him not to work while she was there. If he was going to tie her up to punish her, could he please stay in the room?
After he told her more about his security system, and how, technically, he was always with her, he also said, that except for very special punishments, he did not see anything wrong with her request.
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The rest of the weekend was very enjoyable for Cheryl, except for the two paddlings she received on the stair-climber. They went hiking on Saturday, and made love all day Sunday. Of course she had to take time out to do the cooking.
EIGHT
The following Saturday, as soon as she got to Henry's house, she spent the usual amount of time on the exercise machine. While she was pedaling away, Debbie arrived.
Henry had Debbie strip completely naked. When her clothes were put away, they relaxed in the playroom while they waited for Cheryl to finish on the stair-climber. That is, Henry laid comfortably while Debbie sucked on his cock.
When Cheryl had finished her thirty minutes on the machine, Debbie took her into the bathroom for a shower.
While the girls were showering, Henry got a pan of warm, soapy water, a can of shaving cream, a straight-razor and a rubber sheet from the house. He brought a small table in from the garage and put it next to the foot of the bed, then he placed the water, shaving cream and razor on the table.
When the girls were finished showering, Debbie blindfolded Cheryl while they were still in the bathroom. Then she led her into the playroom.
Henry positioned Cheryl on the bed lying on her back, with her butt at the foot of the bed. He and Debbie put ankle-cuffs on Cheryl and tied the cuffs to eyebolts in the ceiling. The eyebolts were far apart. When the two were finished securing Cheryl's ankles, her legs were stretched wide open. Finally, Henry and Debbie put wrist-cuffs on Cheryl and fastened them to eyebolts at the sides of the bed.
Debbie moved the chair from in front of the television and put it at the foot of the bed, facing Cheryl's wide-open cunt. She went to the bathroom and bringing back a hot towel, placed it on the little table and sat down.
Henry got up on the bed, on his knees. Facing Debbie, he straddled Cheryl's face.
"Lick my balls," commanded Henry, as he lowered them to Cheryl's mouth.
Cheryl stuck out her tongue, and began laving Henry's hairy balls.
Henry nodded to Debbie.
Debbie picked up the shaving cream. After shaking the can, she squirted some into her hand. Taking her time, she applied the cream to Cheryl's hairy snatch.
Blindfolded, Cheryl could not figure out what was happening.
Debbie picked up the straight-razor, and began shaving the triangular patch of hair above Cheryl's pussy.
Cheryl, wondering what was going on between her legs, nervously continued to lick at Henry's balls.
When Debbie had finished shaving Cheryl's triangle, she wiped the entire area with the warm, wet towel. Then she applied some more cream to Cheryl's still hairy pussy lips. As she began to shave these, Henry squatted lower and stuck his asshole over Cheryl's mouth.
At first Cheryl did not want to continue to lick, but when Henry reached down and grasped her left nipple and pinched it hard, she quickly stuck her tongue up between his cheeks.
"Stick your tongue all the way out," ordered Henry, as he lowered his asshole against her lips.
Cheryl was still able to breathe through her nose as her lips clamped against his butt and her tongue went to work far up Henry's asshole.
Debbie finished shaving Cheryl's cunt-lips, wiped her clean again, and re-shaved the entire area. Her fingers constantly touched and slid over Cheryl's clit in the process. Most of these touches were totally unnecessary to the performance of the job.
Cheryl soon became very excited. She was still not sure what was going on between her legs, but the fingers that brushed her clit kept her mind too busy to worry much about it. She was surprised to discover that some of her arousal was caused by what she was doing to Henry. The musky smell of his asshole was actually exciting her.
Henry's cock became rock-hard as Cheryl worked her tongue around in his anal cavity. He rocked back and forth, continually trying to get her tongue farther up inside him. When Debbie finished reshaving Cheryl's twat, she hurriedly put everything away, moved the chair back in front of the television, and took the table out to the garage.
As Debbie came back into the playroom, Henry looked at her and motioned toward his throbbing cock. Immediately she knew what he wanted, and going over to the bed, leaned over and began sucking on his hot meat.
Henry grabbed the back of Debbie's head, and as he sat more firmly down on Cheryl's face, forced Debbie's mouth hard against his body and came deep in her throat. His cum shot against the back of her throat, and she moaned in delight after swallowing each gob of his gooey sap.
For several minutes he kept Debbie licking and sucking his slowly softening cock, and Cheryl working her tongue deep inside his anal canal. Gradually, his cock became hard again. When it was solid and ready, he got up off Cheryl's face and told Debbie to wash out Cheryl's mouth.
Debbie ran into the bathroom for a wet washcloth. When she came back, Henry stood close behind her, shoving his hard-on against her warm, wet cunt as she bent over to wash Cheryl's mouth and face. When she was sure that Cheryl's tongue was clean enough to put inside her pussy, she took the washcloth back to the bathroom. Henry directed her to sit on Cheryl's face.
Debbie climbed up onto the bed, on her knees, and straddled Cheryl's face, facing the foot of the bed. Henry forced Debbie to lie down on top of Cheryl, then pushed her head down between Cheryl's wide-spread legs. Both girls immediately began eating each other lustfully.
Henry went to the dresser, dabbed a little Vaseline on the head of his cock, then went back and climbed on the bed behind Debbie. Both girls were hot and horny and close to their orgasms as Henry put the head of his cock to Debbie's little, puckered asshole. As she squirmed in delight at what Cheryl's tongue was doing inside her pussy, Henry moved forward. Debbie's squirming helped Henry's cock slowly slide up her ass.
Debbie worked her tongue furiously inside Cheryl's pussy, and on her clit. She was madly turned on by Cheryl's mouth on her pussy and Henry's cock up her ass.
Cheryl sucked Debbie's cunt.
Henry fucked Debbie in the ass.
The two girls came first. Both their body's squirmed in ecstasy as their orgasms washed over them, one right after the other.
For several more minutes Henry pumped his hard cock furiously in Debbie's asshole. Finally he shot his wad deep inside her squirming, little butt-hole. Grabbing her shoulders, he forced himself even deeper in Debbie's ass, as his own ecstasy shot itself up inside her. For several moments he held her tightly to him, as his post-ecstasy cock tenderness set in. Then his rod slowly began to soften again. When it was still half-hard, he slowly pulled his cock out of Debbie's ass. Pushing her forward, off of Cheryl's mouth, he stuff his cock down in Cheryl's face for a thorough cleaning. When his cock and balls had been painstakingly washed by Cheryl's tongue, he pulled Debbie back and up until she was kneeling over Cheryl's face. Positioning Debbie's asshole directly over Cheryl's mouth, he forced Debbie downward and ordered Cheryl to clean out Debbie's butt-hole.
His cum dripped out of Debbie's asshole into Cheryl's open mouth as she stuck her tongue out to do as she was told. Henry forced Debbie down farther and told Cheryl to stick her tongue all the way up Debbie's ass. Cheryl licked the cum that still dribbled from Debbie's little, brown hole, swallowed it, then shoved her tongue up the dark passage.
When Debbie's asshole was clean, she and Henry released Cheryl and the three showered together. After the shower, Henry sent Debbie home and took Cheryl into the house. After Cheryl made lunch, she and Henry spent the rest of the day in bed.
That night, as they showered again, Henry said, "Rule number seventeen, always keep your pussy hairless and make sure you shave it just before you expect to be with me."
Looking down at her naked, shaved cunt, Cheryl said, "It feels funny."
"You'll get used to it," promised Henry.
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Sunday they spent hiking and making love. On her way home that evening, although she was fully dressed, her freshly shaved pussy somehow made her feel partially naked.
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Unknown to Cheryl, Henry has plans for devirginizing her asshole and having a tattoo put on a most intimate part of her body. She has also yet to meet and be initiated by Linda and Gene.
But these things, and other's equally delightful, are all part of another story.
