Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN Chapter Two Kate lay within the bed. It was made of two furs, grey in color and very fluffy, and both impossibly soft and comfortable. And that was what made it so frightening and insidious. Maria herself had bathed Kate, upstairs, in a special bath of milk. Maria said she didnÕt mind paying for the cost of filling an entire tub with milk when the girl being bathed was as beautiful as Kate. She said that milk was best for keeping a girlÕs skin tender and sensitive. Especially when the girlÕs skin was, in MariaÕs words, Òsubjected to rough handling.Ó And Kate had no doubt that it would be. Already her breasts had been struck underneath by MariaÕs crop, leaving a red burning line there. An older woman, perhaps, might hide the mark due to a natural sagging of her breasts, but Kate was only 19 and her bosoms stood out as firm and beautiful as if Michealangelo, in a randy mood, had sculpted them himself. Kate brushed her hand across her belly. It hurt too, a bright set of lines where Maria had stung her, as if trying to abort something, with her nasty crop. The brush of KateÕs own fingers reminded her of how Maria bathed her: with bare hands, so that even a bath sponge wouldnÕt rub too harshly across KateÕs lovely porcelain skin. SheÕd suntanned it a little bit and Maria scolded her for that. ÒDear Kate,Ó Maria had said, washing her bottom as Kate lay in a shallow tub of milk, her arms huddled beneath her and her heinie sticking up through the milk. ÒYou must avoid the sun, dear, except for the purpose of letting your master see a little tan to better show off the absolute whiteness of your bottom. DonÕt ever tan your bottom, or your breasts. Those are for your lover to tan, using his crop.Ó With anxious eyes Kate had looked back at her lover, who stood watching, his pants a little full, she thought, and his belt removed so that it dangled from his fist. Maria gave KateÕs bottom a shower of little marauding kisses. Kate, afraid she would be bitten, as Lisa had bitten her breasts, uttered up a scared little yelp. They had not hurt her in the bath. Downstairs, sheÕd been treated like property, suffering even a cucumber up her virgin ass, but upstairs she was given the rights of a princess. Fruit had been set out beside the bath, a pear, two apples, and a half of canteloupe. Maria had insisted that Kate enjoy the fruit, and ask for more, if she wished, and anything else that might please her. ÒYou are to be spoilt, dear. That is part of your training also,Ó Maria said to Kate as Kate sat huddling her knees to her chest, keeping her lover from seeing how excited her bosoms were by all the attention she was getting. Lisa, having undressed to douche herself while Kate was bathed, now stood ready to serve any of KateÕs needs, though she had been hard on Kate downstairs and Kate, casting a snub-nosed glance at her, felt determined not to like her. Eventually, with a little persuading, the milk she sat in getting a little cold, Kate accepted the cantaloupe from Lisa and spooned it greedily into her mouth. She ate it right down to the rind, and even ate the marachino cherry that came with it, though she preferred fresh cherries. Maria ordered Lisa to bring cheddar cheese and chilled chicken from the fridge downstairs. Kate sat like a hungry little animal in the tub, her bath finished, and ate all the food they brought her. Then Maria rinsed her off with warm water from a hand-held nozzle and put her to bed. Naked. That was the clincher, Kate thought, as she lay between the fuzzy furs that kept her nipples perpetually tickled. She was very nude, her skin still feeling tingly and refreshed from her bath, but her left wrist had a pair of handcuffs attached to it. The manacle intended for her other hand was cuffed to the headboard. It was a headboard with many rails in it, between the left and right bedposts. It would have been a simple matter for them to lift both KateÕs hands above her head and cuff them both, with the chain between the cuffs behind a rail in the headboard. But instead the cuff intended for her other wrist had been attached to the rail. It was a symbol of her bondage, and her freedom within her bondage. Kate had no illusions that she would find herself bound both-handed in the cuffs before long, but for the moment, as she lay in the darkness of the bedroom, she was free to use her right hand as she wished. She passed it again over her belly, lower this time, beneath the marks, just grazing the soft tuft of fur that grew where her legs met. How could she masturbate herself, knowing what they had planned for her? Downstairs, sitting on the carpet, she had still been lost in her post-orgasmic reverie. But now her senses had returned. She could feel her bottom bulbing so sensitively underneath her, the fur rubbing it softly, her skin dreaming, nightmarishly, of the crop that would flog her there soon. At the moment her bottom was all comfy. She savored the feeling of freedom and pleasure that rubbing her bottom against the fur gave her. Yet her lover, and Maria, had promised her that she would not be able to sit down in the carriage on her ride back to the center of town. Nor in the cab that came to pick her up, after her master let her out, for she would ride alone back to the college, he said. He would be too busy getting to work to take her all the way back to the college. Kate flexed her thighs. Her ankles were secured to the baseboard of the bed. She had watched them tie her feet. She wore pretty red pumps. They had spikes on their heels. A soft white rope, crossing several times over each of her ankles, and over the straps of her pretty red shoes, bound her feet. They were spread wide apart. Kate felt thankful for the fur draped over her body, for without it anyone who came in the bedroom would have seen her muff. It was well-displayed, under the concealing layer of fur, splayed and open and too moist for a proper young college freshman. Kate wondered what her mother would say, if she knew her daughter was skipping class and lying here instead, feeling her bare bottom rub against the fur underneath her as she tested the bonds that held her feet. Yes. She was trussed quite tightly, like a turkey might be, except turkeys could simply be open and spread for stuffing to be put inside them. She was like a live turkey, Kate realized. She was waiting for the butcherÕs axe, or her loverÕs penis, and sheÕd been promised a date within the barn, no less, where turkeys might once have been slaughtered for the Thanksgiving feast. What was in the barn? Kate found herself wondering why a cultured woman like Miriam, living within the city, in a proper townhouse, would speak of having a barn out back, and animals housed inside it. Just the thought of being taken out back to a real barn made Kate desperate to pass her hand between her legs and rub herself. They had not forbid her pleasure. Maria, kissing her goodnight, had not mentioned the matter, like a mother who wishes to turn a blind eye to her childrenÕs sins. Yet Maria had directed Lisa on how to bind Kate, what manner of rope to use, how tight the knots should be made, and what posture Kate should be left in when it all was done. Lisa had wanted to cuff both KateÕs hands, but Miriam had told her not to. KateÕs lover, waiting by the door, watched it all in silence. He still held his belt in his fist and Kate had feared he might beat her with it when she was finished being tied. Perhaps, she had thought, they left her one hand free to fend off his blows. Now Kate lay in silence, squirming a little on the fur, nude except for her heels and decorative earrings that hung from her ears. They had denied her a pillow. They wished to admire the effect of seeing her with her legs upraised, fixed to the posts of the bedÕs baseboard. After Kate had been tied Maria and Lisa and her lover stood admiring her, watching her breath as it made her belly ripple and her bosoms rise and fall. Perversely, Maria had given Kate a pacifier to suck. Kate held it still between her lips, feeling the big plastic nipple as it lay on her restless tongue. Kate could feel her soft hair lying about her face. Maria had braided it for her, after her bath, braiding just the strands in front, leaving a little hanging free round her eyes and a great swathe of her lovely hair free in back. Whenever Kate moved her head she felt the odd duality of the braids, tugging at her head whilst her bangs hung down in her eyes. She felt a luscious sense of being bound yet free, tied up yet still able to move, to toss her head and flex her knees and rub her bottom against the fur, while playing with her pubic hair with the fingers of her right hand. Surely she must be made to suffer for all this luxury. And she knew she would be. She was like a sacrificial lamb, cared for and fed and decorated with ribbons, only to be ripped apart by the priest. Beside her, on the nightstand, lay yet more fruit, surrounded by ice that Lisa had been forced to haul up from the kitchen downstairs. A small bowl of cream lay beside the strawberries, for dipping, if Kate should ever get hungry enough to stop playing with the curls of her pubic hair. And next to the cream was a dish of cheese, and beside that, all within reach of Kate, lay a bottle of wine, kept chilled in an ice bucket. A little bell sat next to the bucket of wine, in case Kate should need help in drinking it. The cork was already popped. Kate could, she mused, merely pour the wine on herself. Nobody had told her not to make a mess. Yet, somehow, she wished to be elegant, to be as fine a creature as Maria and her lover wished her to be. She was no longer a college girl, serious about her studies, and silly on the weekends. She was a pinup, a poster girl, made for the camera. She was a dream girl, fresh from her bath and ready for love. And in all that luxury, in all the special and fine comfort, Kate could only wonder and wait. She told herself to sleep but the apprehension she felt about what they still promised to do to her kept her awake. Kate looked at the little silver bell beside her bed. It glowed at her, smugly, as if it knew what she was in for and cared not the least if she suffered. It had seen other girls, she knew. Girls who didnÕt listen to their mother to study and be good in school and instead ran away with a lover. To play wicked games. Games where people lost their clothes and got fucked and spanked. And tied to a bed between soft layers of fur, to wait for morning and a trip to the barn. Kate felt a hopeless sense of longing brewing within her. She tried to restrain her hunger, not that in her belly, which sheÕd fed, but that just below, between her widespread legs. SheÕd been fucked in her ass at the party downstairs, not her cunt. She longed to find her lover in the room, his penis bare, pressing it between her legs and forcing her to take him. ÒNo!Ó Kate cried. She tossed her head on the fur. She mustnÕt tease and play with herself, just below where she was touching, where her pubic fur opened upon a wondrous cleft that begged for attention. ÒDid you call?Ó a shy voice asked. Kate, who had squeezed her eyes shut, to better fight her desire, opened them again. She saw a figure in the doorway. The door was open again, but it was not her lover standing there. A girl tossed back long hair and braids. ÒShe has the same hairstyle as me!Ó Kate breathed to herself. And she knew who had braided the hair that way. The figure in the doorway crept closer. Kate saw a shirt but no panties. Between the girlÕs plump thighs she saw wisps. The girl flicked on the light. Kate blinked. She had grown accustomed to the darkness. The girl wore a manÕs shirt. It was much too big for her and one of her shoulders was bare, for the shirt on that side of her body had fallen free of her and hung down round her arm. The shirt was only partly buttoned in front. It left her bosoms mostly uncovered, as well as her belly. Just one button was closed across her middle to keep her modest. Where the shirt flared Kate saw hips as bare as her own. Between naked legs a thatch of pubic hair grew. Kate needed a cock but instead got a cunny, one to match her own, and perhaps just as wet. ÒIÕm sorry. I didnÕt mean to wake you,Ó the girl apologized. She had a finger in her mouth, tentatively, as if speculating about her presence. She was white, with her skin just tanned a little, but not where her private parts lay, for both her bosoms looked like marshmellows and there was a band of pale flesh where she wore her swim panties in the sun. In her right fist she clutched a riding crop. It was long and slender and it had a tassel on its tip, making her look like a little elf whoÕd lost her reindeer. She seemed to be tensing her bottom. ÒYou didnÕt wake me,Ó Kate replied. Then, as if to make conversation, she said, ÒI see you donÕt have any panties on either.Ó ÒNo. Panties are a no-no here,Ó the girl replied. She had glossy red hair and looked no older than Kate and her pubic hair, since she was so young and obviously uncontrived, was the same color as the hair on her head. Kate lay looking at her for a moment and then, wriggling her feet, she asked, ÒCould you please let me go?Ó ÒOh, you shouldnÕt ask such a thing!Ó the redhead exclaimed. She advanced closer to Kate. She seemed to find a bit of confidence in herself and she drew in her breath, which made her bosoms rise so that the pert nipples of her breasts popped free of the manÕs shirt she wore. The shirt had slipped from her other shoulder as she walked and she had to stop and heft it back up again, lest she remain bare bosomed. ÒYou may ask for cake, and chocolate if you wish, and all the liquor you care to drink, but you mustnÕt ask me to free you,Ó the girl said. She turned and inspected KateÕs food. Kate saw that the girlÕs shirt was pinned up in back. It left her bottom totally bare and accessible. ÒCould you bring me something?Ó Kate asked. It seemed the only thing to say. Perhaps, if she were a princess, she could force the girl to bring her a knife. ÒLet me whip you first,Ó the girl replied. ÒDonÕt you want any of this nice fruit?Ó She probed the strawberries with an inquiring finger. ÒDo you mind if I have one?Ó she asked. Kate didnÕt reply, so she picked one up anyway and popped it in her mouth. It was big for her cheeks and it distorted her mouth and she had to concentrate a moment to get it chewed and swallowed. ÒWhat do you mean, whip me?Ó Kate asked. She had dropped the pacifier from her mouth when the girl opened the door but now the girl picked it up and offered it to her again. ÒHere, suck this,Ó the girl said. She seemed as artless as a new pupil at school, yet she made Kate open her lips and receive the pacifier inside her mouth, shoving it into her face until Kate accepted it. ÒYou must be whipped on the backs of your thighs, to make you ready for tomorrow when your bottom is flogged. IÕve brought some Estee Lauder creme to soothe you after IÕm done.Ó The girl fished in her shirt pocket which, owing to the largeness of the shirt, hung down at the level of her belly. She drew forth a squirt tube of creme. ÒWould you like to roll over and take it lying face down, or would you prefer to stand up for it?Ó Kate sucked hard on her pacifier. She dared not speak. The girl seemed serious about a whipping and twice now her questions had only gotten her in trouble. The girl mused a moment. She drew back the top layer of fur from KateÕs body and seemed to gaze at her as one might examine a pony. The girl tossed her braids. ÒStanding up, then,Ó she declared. ÒItÕs less comfy than lying down but I like seeing how a girl does a little dance when sheÕs whipped standing up, lifting her feet, as if that will spare her!Ó The redhead, with as much equanimity as any experienced mistress, opened the drawer of the nightstand which was surmounted with food and drew forth a tiny key. She bent over Kate and reached for the headboard. Dangling her bosoms, which fell from her too-large shirt, over KateÕs eyes, she unlocked the cuff that had held Kate to the headboard. Kate drew her hand down to herself. She was free! All the while a key had lain in the top drawer of the nightstand, within reach, but Kate had been musing too much on her bottom to even go looking for it. Now she pushed her way past the redheadÕs bosoms and sat up in bed. ÒLet me get your legs,Ó the redhead said. She kneed her way onto the bed and crawled down to the baseboard. Kate found herself staring at the girlÕs bottom, the lovely crack and its twin chubby cheeks on either side. Both were as white as well-mixed porridge and the girl seemed not to mind that Kate had a perfect view of her cunny and butthole. She dipped her back, her knees too far apart, as if she feared closing them, and she tugged at the ropes on one of KateÕs ankle and even bit into them. ÒI have to use my teeth sometimes,Ó the girl explained, biting into the ropes. Kate, not wanting to wait on the girlÕs benificence, reached for her remaining ankle and began attacking the rope and its knot. ÒDONÕT break your nails,Ó the redhead warned, looking up from her work. ÒItÕs okay if I untie you but if either of us breaks a nail weÕre both in hot water!Ó Kate looked at the girl. ÒMy bottomÕs in hot water already,Ó she said dryly. ÒDonÕt be a smartass,Ó the girl replied with aplomb. ÒIÕll have to give you extra strokes if you are. MistressÕs orders.Ó ÒYou mean Maria?Ó Kate asked. She worked as quick as she could, yet she found that her long nails inhibited her ability to untie the knot. She realized why the redhead favored using her teeth. ÒYou should learn to call her Mistress,Ó the redhead said. She bit open the knot. With relief Kate felt herself able to draw her foot free of the cords. She was just about to lift her foot and give the redhead a swift kick out of bed when she noticed a shadow looming in the doorway. ÒYou are both being good, are you not?Ó a womanÕs voice asked. Kate saw it was Maria, stripped down to a corset that held her tightly about her ribs and waist but left her bosoms free, supporting them just a little. The corset was made of black leather. In MariaÕs hand she held a large whip. Gasping, Kate realized it was nothing less than a bull whip! Maria tossed her dark hair back and strode within the room. Unlike the redhead, who was barelegged right down to her toes, Maria wore long black thigh boots that matched her corset. Her waist was free of any covering and when she was within the lighted room Kate saw her bush. Maria lifted a leg and put it on a chair near the bed. There was a chamber pot lying beneath the chair, waiting for Kate if she needed to use it (provided someone came when she rang the bell and untied her). Maria bent forward a little and saw that the pot was empty. Still holding the bull whip in one hand, she thrust two fingers between her legs and spread her cuntlips and peed. Kate watched, astonished, as Maria peed boldly right into the chamber pot, her leg lifted as if she were some male dog out for a walk. With her foot still up on the chair, Maria tossed her hair back from her eyes when she was done. Then she smiled at Kate and dropped her booted-up leg back down to the floor. ÒShe has to do the backs of your thighs, dear,Ó Maria said to Kate. ÒStand up and clutch at the ring where the lamp used to be and IÕll lock your cuffs for you.Ó Maria looked at the redhead, who was still bent over the baseboard, looping the rope around the baseboardÕs left post so that it could be used again. ÒCindy, have you been playing with yourself again?Ó Maria asked the redhead. ÒYou seem to have your legs awfully far apart, as if you toyed with your cunny too much out in the hall.Ó ÒNo maÕam, I stood guard just like you said, waiting for the time to come in, and listening for the bell,Ó Cindy replied. ÒStuff and nonsense,Ó Maria exclaimed. She gave CindyÕs bare bottom a hearty slap, making both her own bosoms and that of the girl bounce like apples in a bobbing contenst. ÒOWWWW!Ó Cindy blurted. She yanked herself upright on the bed, still kneeling, with her knees quite far apart. She put her hands to her bottom and rubbed it. ÒYou were playing with yourself out in the hall and Kate must have called you just as you were almost at orgasm,Ó Maria said to the girl. ÒThen, coming inside, you began to feel guilty, hmmm? So you pose yourself like a slut on the bed, keeping your legs apart lest you cum even while youÕre untying her!Ó ÒNo maÕam!Ó Cindy cried, but Maria yanked the girl from the bed by her hair. ÒGo stand in the corner,Ó Maria said. ÒShow me that naughty bottom of yours that IÕm going to test out my bullwhip on before I go visit the barn!Ó ÒOhhh, Boo! Hoo! I donÕt want to get whipped by THAT!Ó Cindy cried, tears actually coming to her wide eyes, pointing at the bullwhip as she nonetheless stumbled her way obediently toward the front corner of the room, next to the door. ÒBe good or IÕll make it snake around and hit your tummy,Ó Maria said. ÒOh no! DonÕt hurt my baby!Ó Cindy blurted. ÒSheÕs three weeks pregnant and already sheÕs a worried mother,Ó Maria tsked. Cindy faced into the corner and hung her head. Her hips wriggled, as if needing something they werenÕt permitted to have. Kate saw the girl draw her legs close and watched as both her hands dipped into her dell. CRAA-A-AACK! The sound of the bullwhip shooting across the room and finding bare raw flesh was electrifying. CindyÕs back straightened and lurched into a rearward fling as her hands flew from her dell to her bottom. ÒOwOOOOOO!Ó Cindy howled. She tossed her face skyward and her long lovely red hair tumbled frantically down her back like streamers flung from a float in a parade. Her bare heels leapt off the carpet and she stood on tippie toe for what seemed like an eternity, her head thrown back and her hands clutching her ass. Finally her feet began to stamp on the floor and she seemed as if she were marching in place. After giving her bottom a thorough rub, and still holding it, lest she be struck again, she turned around and faced Maria with teary eyes. ÒThat HURT!Ó Cindy pouted. The cheeks of her face were flushed and she stuck out her lower lip as if that were an entitlement of suffering a blow from the bull whip, an entitlement sheÕd now earned. ÒYou shouldnÕt hurt me. IÕm pregnant. You might hurt my baby!Ó ÒSuch a concerned mother,Ó Maria said mockingly. ÒI let one of my studs screw you and now you think youÕre special. YouÕd better have a good whip hand, young lady, from practising in the barn, or IÕll give you more where that came from. Now get over here, if you want to have busy hands, and tie up Kate!Ó Cindy marched herself over to Kate, holding her bottom and skirting Maria quite widely lest the booted woman let fly with another stroke. ÒPut your hands up and grab the ring in the wall,Ó Cindy said to Kate, still sniffling from her own whipping and keeping her hands protectively over her ass. Kate, standing on the bed, reached up and caught hold of the ring. She felt her bosoms press themselves against the wall. It was made of stone, and it felt cold. And hard. KateÕs nipples scuffed the stone wall and she was glad it was smooth. Where her face rested, Kate found a thoughtful soul had covered the wall with thick velvet. It ran from about KateÕs neck, right up to where the ring was. It even stretched beyond, to the ceiling itself, and around the entire room. Kate had not even noticed it until now. She had seen the grey stone, and the deep, almost black purple above it, but it had seemed a mere choice of design, serving no useful purpose. Now she was grateful for the velvet and she pressed her nose into it as she felt the bed dip behind her. Cindy mounted it, much surer footed in her bare feet than Kate was, standing on the bed in her spiked heels. The girl reached up behind Kate and took hold of the loose handcuff dangling from KateÕs left wrist. She passed it through the big ring in the wall that Kate was holding on to. With nimble fingers, and with Kate feeling the girlÕs bosoms in her back even as she pressed her own to the wall, Kate watched as the redhead locked her right wrist into the handcuffs. Kate let go of the ring in the wall. She arched her hands backward, stretching her fingers back like some Thai dancer, and she tugged hard at the wall ring. There was no movement. The ring was bolted deep into the wall and KateÕs handcuffs had now been passed through it. Kate felt her bottomcheeks tremble and was aware of Cindy passing her riding crop over her palm. Expectantly. Loving the feel of the slim leather as it passed across her hand and knowing what it would feel like impressed at great speed into KateÕs fanny. Kate looked back over her shoulder. With her outthrust bottom a ready target, she eyed the minx behind her with apprehension. SheÕd already been struck on her breasts and tummy and thighs, in front, earlier in the evening, and a low burn crisscrossed her in each place where MariaÕs favorite crop had left its marks. Now this girl, no older than she, and perhaps less learned than Maria, certainly she had not MariaÕs control and talent, was about to deliver to Kate yet more burning cuts. Kate could not help but feel the exquisiteness of her posture, even as she dreaded the crop. Her breasts were heavy and hung forward as she hung forward, their tips pressed against implacable wall. Her nipples were hard and she wished they might somehow drill her an escape route through the stone. But this was no cartoon. The girl behind her might be a child, or childish in her ways, but she had eyes that gleamed like a catÕs as she prepared to go mousing across Kate with her crop. ÒSpread your legs, darling Kate, or I shall have to bolt them apart for you, with a spreader bar, and that would mean youÕd get extra strokes for my extra effort,Ó Maria warned Kate. ÒOh, please donÕt whip me!Ó Kate begged. For an answer Maria, smirking, picked up KateÕs pacifier from where it had fallen near the baseboard and put it to the girlÕs lips. ÒOpen wide, babykins. I can see youÕll need this!Ó Maria laughed. There was derision in her laugher, yet Kate, the 19-year-old college sophomore, grabbed at the pacifier with her teeth, for she knew that it would comfort her. She did not want to grind her teeth or grit them. SheÕd seen a man tortured once on T.V., fictionally, and heÕd been given a rubber bit to hold between his teeth so that he wouldnÕt damage them. That had been his sole consolation that his captors had given him. So, realizing pleading was quite useless, Kate accepted the pacifier as her only friend. Maria, with her foot up on the bed, imposing her dominion over both Kate and Cindy, stroked her ass. ÒYou wonÕt have your hiney done until tomorrow,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒTry to shit beforehand if you can, for youÕll hurt afterward, and it will be hard to wipe for awhile.Ó MariaÕs voice was controlled, like a doctor or an anesthesiologist, or for that matter, a well-bosomed nurse, briefing a patient before an operation. Yet there was nothing wrong with Kate. They would make her sore, for no reason but their own erotic pleasure. Kate wished that her lover were present. In front of him, she might suffer anything, but he was elsewhere. Perhaps playing, with someone else, while she suffered bravely for him in his absence. She felt like a woman left in a maternity ward, worried about her husbandÕs proclivities at home while she bore them both a child. ÒHow many?Ó Cindy asked Maria. ÒCan I give her lots?Ó Her braids bobbed as she asked. Her eyes were wide and eager. ÒSix,Ó Maria replied, stroking KateÕs bottom with her fingers and then questing lightly down between her legs, tickling KateÕs cunny. ÒAward her six. Slowly, mind you. I want her to feel each one for as long as possible before the next is delivered. Let her absorb the pain. She is getting these for her master, to show him that she loves him and will do whatever he asks, and to prove to him and herself that she is, or soon will be, after IÕve trained her, a woman.Ó Kate jerked as Maria delved into her tight purse. ÒLift your bottom, Kate!Ó Maria said. ÒShow it like you are proud of it, for you should be. It is perfect, and so white. I almost hate to see it marked. Lift it, girl, and dip your back, or youÕll feel more strokes than just the half dozen IÕve planned for you!Ó Biting down hard on her pacifier, shutting her eyes so as to block at least a little of the humiliation of the act, Kate opened her legs even more and stuck up her bottom as sassily as she could. At the same time she dropped her tummy as far as she could, yet she still remained standing, clinging to the ring above her head, so that she seemed like a well-offered female if ever there was one. The world, she thought vaguely to herself, was based on this: the female offering herself up like this to her chosen male. Earth would be quite barren without it, she consoled herself. SWICCKK! Kate bolted upright. The sound of the crop striking into her taut thighs struck her ears even as the implement itself made its mark upon her sweet columns of flesh. With a supreme effort Kate kept her lips closed around her pacifier. She heard a whine as she clenched her teeth and jammed her bottom cheeks together, rotating her ass in a futile attempt to throw off the cropÕs sting. ÒDo not draw your thighs together!Ó Maria warned Kate in a loud voice. Kate tried to press one knee into the back of the other, and felt MariaÕs well-manicured hand award her a sharp slap on her white bottom. ÒOooooooh!Ó Kate whined behind the insucking presence of her pacifier. She pulled one of her knees out from behind the other, yet felt desperate not to, yet knew she must or the crop might well strike at her lovely-peach bottoms, not just her thighs. ÒThatÕs it, thatÕs it,Ó Maria complimented as Kate, struggling against herself, opened her legs. It was a rude stance Maria made her take, with her ass gyrating about even as she parted her thighs and showed her cunt to her whipmistress. Kate flushed deeply as an image of her own mother entering the bedroom flashed through her mind. SheÕd been caught with a boyfriend once, at 13. What would mom say to this? Kate felt like an animal trying to pee, her legs apart, showing her cunt for all the world to see, dipping her back in expectation that if she didnÕt, sheÕd be punished. ÒYes, show yourself, show your cunt, donÕt try to hide your pretty sex between those lovely thighs of yours,Ó Maria laughed in a voice that sounded like tinkling bells. ÒLet me see your cunt! What a doll you are! Pray that you do not feel the crop swept up between your legs to sting your cunt, young lady! But keep your legs open to show your bravery. Another one, Cindy. Let me see her squirm even more dramatically!Ó Cindy obliged. Kate felt a burning line draw itself smartly across her thighs and, instinctively, she jammed one knee behind the other again. MariaÕs hand was quick. Kate felt her bottom slapped and, desperate as if to pee, kept her legs this time together, and refused to open them. ÒShe will need seven,Ó Maria said to Cindy, and waved to the girl to deliver another cut. ÒYeeeochchch!Ó Kate howled. Somewhere in mid-howl she dropped her pacifier. Nobody picked it up for her this time. It lay upon the coverlet, wet with KateÕs saliva. KateÕs eyes brimmed with tears and she felt her face grow red as she performed most gracelessly in front of Maria. She shook her bottom like some pagan nudist tribeswoman in Haiti and felt just about as moral. She squeezed her cheeks, brazenly, as if she were in private but, in fact, two women were watching her and, no doubt, would report all her little movements to her lover and, perhaps even worse, to anyone with him. ÒShe shook her ass so hilariously!Ó Kate could just hear Maria crowing, in a far off bedroom where even now KateÕs lover might be loosing himself into some fair maiden. A maiden without cuts across the front and the back of her thighs, and under her breasts and upon her soft belly. ÒGive it again. She is not being good like she should be,Ó Maria said calmly to Cindy, as Kate wept and pressed her face to the wall and let her bottom sag and rotate untidily. SWACKCKCK! A juicy cut slammed into Kate, and she shot herself upright, howling at the ceiling. She pressed her tummy against the wall and felt the old lines where Maria had punished her belly earlier in the evening. Behind, just below her slapped bottom, her thighs shook and fell open, Kate not daring to close herself now. Kate lost her foothold on the bed and found herself dangling from the ring in the wall by her fingers and her chained wrists. She scrabbled back up again, finding her footing upon the bed, but it was too late. For her gracelessness Cindy awarded her another hard cut. The rest were delivered remorselessly, and when the job was done they left her there, in the dark, unable to reach her fruit, hanging from the ring with her ass bare and her thighs in flames. Sharp lines of pain glowed across her legs. It was as if the little silver bell had tortured her. It had transferred its glow to her thighs. Kate cried and sobbed and rubbed her face against the felt, not caring if she smeared her makeup. An hour passed, or perhaps much less than an hour. Kate was too busy weeping and feeling sorry for herself to keep track of time. A large figure entered behind her. At first Kate thought it was a man. When she turned her head, just a little, hoping for her lover, she saw her visitor was a woman. The woman wore a white bonnet and had a starched white apron on. She was heavy, middle-aged, long past any honeymoon trysts. She turned on the light. She looked at Kate. Kate turned away, mortified, sobbing fiercely, with embarrassment as much as pain, for she felt foolish in front of this woman. She was old and grey, yet prim and proper and sensible, while Kate was young and beautiful, but stripped utterly naked and showing her ass, and her legs beneath where theyÕd whipped her. The woman said nothing. It was as if Kate did not deserve conversation. Instead the woman picked up CindyÕs squirt tube of Estee Lauder, left on the bed unused when Kate proved so undisciplined. The woman opened the tube and squirted the balm across the backs of KateÕs thighs. KateÕs head shot up and she grimaced. The cream was remarkably cool. It had a light, airy feeling to it and Kate knew it would never have felt so unendurably wonderful against her skin if it hadnÕt been whipped first. Pain, pleasure. It was a strange mixture. Kate felt her cunt wetten as the woman, working slowly, rubbed the cream into KateÕs thighs, just below where her cunny lips hung. The woman never touched KateÕs cunt. She was dutiful in her ministrations, not clever or mischievous. She only touched Kate where she was permitted to, where the crop had left new marks. Kate found herself yearning for the womanÕs touch. Rudely she pushed her bottom back at the woman in silent pleading. Touch oh touch oh touch me just a little higher, higher, Kate begged in her mind. She would have spoken but she feared Maria was listening, somehow, and judging her performance. When the woman was finished, she released Kate from the wall. She shook her head as she saw how Kate had smeared her makeup. She helped Kate, who found herself much stiffer than she might have thought, lie down in the bed. Kate winced as her thighs came to rest on the fur. She drew up her knees a little so they would not touch it. ÒDo you wish to be covered?Ó the woman asked Kate. Her first words. She stood holding the coverlet up with one hand. Kate shook her head no, still weeping a little, saying nothing. She was hot from her beating and she did not want the dual warmth of the fur enclosing her. The woman dropped the fur so that Kate would lie naked, exposed the open air. She did not bother to offer Kate any of the food by the bed. It was obvious Kate was in no mood to eat. ÒI shall empty the chamberpot, in case you have to go again,Ó the woman observed, glancing into the pot by the chair. It was MariaÕs pee in the pot, but the woman did not know that. Kate did not bother to tell her. Instead she bit her lip, feeling ridiculous. She wept openly. She heard the woman grunt as she lifted up the pot. MariaÕs pee sloshed inside it as the woman carried it from the room. In a little while she returned, and replaced it on the floor. ÒSleep. They will work you harder tomorrow,Ó the woman advised Kate. Then she flicked out the light and went out, and this time she closed the door behind her. And she locked it. ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 -Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop? -or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. 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