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holy joe’s THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
“Why do wealthy Koreans need a ‘bail out’ but not inner-city
black kids?”
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 323
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
Missy was taken down from the chair. Jasmine had pumped her
ass and spanked her bottom. Nothing else was required of her for now.
Brusquely she was shunted aside, and they came for me.
“Ohhhh! I hurt very much!” Missy bawled. She stood bereft.
The ladies ignored her. Tensing her thighs together, she suddenly peed
on the carpet.
“Missy! Bad girl!” Jasmine declared. She slapped Missy’s
face. “Go stand in the corner, you naughty girl!” Crying, Missy was
led by Leslie into a corner of the room. Leslie drew the girl along
with a finger crooked into her lovely pearl choker, using it as a
collar. Leslie faced Missy into the corner and let her stand there,
hollaring over the state of her bottom, her breasts thrust forward, her
wrists pinned high behind her, the cheeks of her ass clenched and
churning and shaking, red as beets.
“Do you have to pee?” Jasmine asked me. I stood before the
chair, ready to mount. The seat dipped slightly where Missy’s feet had
weighed upon it.
“Pretty much,” I replied. I was truthful. There was no
denying myself to Jasmine. My body was bare and she could see all my
tensings.
“Drink more,” Jasmine urged. Leslie fetched the teapot and I
was served another cup.
“I’ll pee on your carpet,” I protested, but Jasmine poured the
tea through my lips and I was forced to swallow it, lest it be spilt.
“Now up on the chair, dear,” Jasmine said. She cupped the
cheeks of my bottom and urged me up upon it. The big cushioned seat
sighed. My toes squirmed on its leather. Some of the whipped cream and
honey on Missy had dripped to the surface of the seat and it was slick
there.
“Mmmm, nice,” Kerri said, grasping my tits and squeezing them.
“God, what a great ass!” Leslie remarked. I was on display
now, presenting my white bottom. I drew in my cheeks and they whistled
at me. I felt like a treasure put up for auction. Except the crowd was
nothing but vandals.
“She’ll feel delicious when we’ve warmed her up,” Jasmine
said. She palmed my cheeks. “I’m going to toast these lovely bottoms
of yours, Kelly!” she said to me. Her voice was happy. I tried to draw
myself away from her and she laughed. “You won’t be so modest when I’ve
switched you up,” she told me.
Kerri fingered my dell. “Don’t hesitate to pee,” she whispered
to me. “The last one is always permitted to pee in the chair. Go on my
hand when you do it!” I blanched. I had to pee, but now that she’d
asked me to go on her I felt a sudden recalcitrance. Like when you’re a
small girl and you decide to pee in the pool, and then suddenly can’t
because you’re wearing your swimsuit. You agree with yourself to go,
secretly, so you don’t have to quit playing. But your bladder just
won’t let go. Kerri saw my recalcitrance and tickled my nest. “Don’t
worry, I’ll help you,” she confided. “Just think of yourself in a
waterfall, then you’ll pee. Do it on my hand and I’ll make them stop
whipping you! I promise!” Her eyes glowed at me. She bent and kissed
my tummy. “You are so sweet,” she said. “I hate to see you marked but
it won’t hurt too much, I hope. We can sleep together afterward.”
Jasmine, meanwhile, had fetched ointment and was polishing up
her leather riding crop. She wanted it to sting as much as it could,
she said. While she prepared her implement Leslie went to Brent and
checked on the condition of his cock. “Soon we’ll begin with you, sir,”
she said very meekly to him, but under her meekness I sensed the
attitude of a lioness. She was hungry for his cock and, worse, she was
hungry to do awful things to it and see his reaction. Brent was so hard
by now he’d wisely ceased pleasuring himself. He was on a hair trigger,
ready to cum. He drew back from Leslie’s seeking hands but she would
not be denied. She grasped his organ and gave it a quick inspection.
They had not met before today. They did not even know each other’s last
names.
“You’re one of the biggest males I’ve seen,” Leslie said
frankly. She handled his balls and yanked his cock up toward his
stomach. “Is the underside of the penis the most sensitive part?” she
asked.
“Don’t you know?” Brent replied.
“I like women, mostly,” Leslie answered. “But if a man is big
enough I suppose I can get interested. I like the challenge of a big
cock, you know? Sometimes its hard to get it in me, I fuck so little
with men.” She kissed the underside of my lover’s penis. “Yes, I see
how you flinch,” she said. “You shouldn’t have rubbed yourself so much,
sir. Now you’re on the brink, and I’m not even ready yet. We’ll start
your punishment here, I think, where you’re most sensitive. Have you
ever had it put in a vise?”
“A vise?” Brent gasped.
“Yes, a vise, darling. I heard you were coming so I borrowed
one this morning from my friend. She runs a carpentry store. I have it
in my purse. I’ll set it up on the lamp table and we can put you in it
so you’ll behave and not cause any trouble.” She gazed at his body.
“Such big muscles! They look like they’ll rip right out of your tux!
Please undress now, we’ll be ready soon. I wouldn’t want your tux
stained or anything. Ohhh! You’re dripping! Don’t drip pre-cum on my
hand, sir! I’m a lesbian, remember? You’ll have to receive extra
punishments for that, you naughty boy!” She shook his cock, like she
was shaking a hand, then turned and left. As she walked away from him
she purposely waggled her ass. “Remember darling, no fucking. We’re
lesbians! When we’re through with you you can dispose of your seed in
Missy or Kelly.”
Brent was beside himself. I knew he was not the least bit
interested in having his penis punished, yet he tore off his tux like a
madman. Girls were easy for him. Missy, myself. But these lesbians,
promising to do awful things to his cock, were another matter entirely.
Like a schoolboy asked to pork the teacher after class he undressed
himself and then followed Leslie over to where she stood by the lamp
table.
Leslie had begun emptying her purse onto the lamp table. She
looked up at Brent as if he was new in the room, a new arrival and she
some kind of customs official. “That side,” she said, pointing to the
side of the lamp table opposite her. “Jasmine’s decided she wants you
punished at the same time as Kelly, so you and she can watch each
other. You’ll be bonded after this, hmmm? Partners in love, desire,
and pain. It will be like birthing children together.”
Brent, mesmerized, presented his big organ and waited. He
watched as Leslie set up a vise on the table top. Jasmine, meanwhile,
finished polishing up the crop and laid it across the cheeks of my
bottom. It felt smooth. I knew it would impart an entirely different
feeling in just a few moments.
“Can you see your lover okay?” Jasmine asked me. I nodded.
Brent was standing beside me, I on the seat and he on the floor, I
offering my bottom and he his penis. “Watch him as I whip you,” Jasmine
said. “You’ll see his face show every emotion as we deal with his
penis.”
“Please don’t hurt him!” I blurted.
“He’ll be fine, darling. Just a little sore,” Jasmine smiled.
“And now for you, sweet. Call for the first stroke. You’re a big
girl.”
My wrists had been attached to the back of my pearl choker by
the ever-helpful Kerri. My breasts offered themselves. My bottom
bulbed behind me, white-fleshed, inviting. I felt as if I were nothing
but bosom and bottom, with my shaky knees holding it all up. My tummy
felt queasy. I heard myself swallow.
“One,” I said quietly.
“What?” Jasmine asked.
“Please, um, spank my bottom...” I said, softly as I could.
“Well, I don’t expect you to yell, but I don’t expect you to
talk like a little mouse either,” Jasmine scolded. “Say it loud enough
for everyone to hear.”
“Please spank my bottom!” I blurted.
“I have a crop,” she teased.
“Please crop my bottom,” I said.
“You mean you want me to hurt this precious soft pumpkin of
yours?” she asked. She made me flinch as she touched a finger to my
heinie.
“Yessss,” I hissed. I stuck my bottom back at her, mooning her
with it, I was so tense and nervous and awkward. If it must be, then do
it, for God’s sake!
And she did. Jasmine drew her arm back and delivered a royal
stroke, whipping the crop into my hinds so hard I nearly toppled over
the chairback. I howled. I felt tears spring instantly to my eyes. I
was off to a difficult start, but at least it had begun. The tenseness
had burst and I heard myself screaming.
WHACK! Another blow caught me just as I regained my balance.
Kerri, who’d pushed me upright, using my bosoms like they were handles,
almost fell down. I keened out a howling moan. Behind me my bottom
felt like I’d been stung by a line of wasps. It felt tight and hot and
I squeezed it inward, hoping to throw off the pain. Jasmine rewarded me
with another blow. It left a sizzling strip of fire in its wake and I
shook my ass all about, disorderly and lewd. My chubby cheeks were
awash in pain. It burned in hot lines across me and I thought I would
evaporate through my asshole. In my clenchings, sobbing and howling, I
glanced to my right and saw my lover being fitted into a vise.
Carefully, with tender hands, Leslie put Brent’s organ into a big iron
jaw. It held him at the base of his cock, trapping him against the
table. Slowly Leslie closed the vise on his dick. When he seemed
unable to escape she looked up at him with her big doe-like eyes.
“Struggle, try to escape,” she urged. Brent, caught by only
his dick, tried to pull it from the vise. She’d cuffed his wrists
behind him and he quickly found that he’d indeed gotten himself into a
jam.
“I’m-- I’ve never been like this before,” my lover gasped. He
looked down at his huge organ. It was snug in the vise and the iron
jaws would not let go.
“Good,” Leslie observed. She tickled the underside of his
cockhead with her fingertips. “Now we can have a little discussion
about feminism, sir.”
Jasmine delivered my blows with plenty of time between strokes
for me to recover. She wanted me to be able to watch my lover and see
his defilement. After all, he had chosen to have me whipped with the
crop. I felt like I was part of some kind of bizarre marriage, where
the partners were joined by mutual suffering. Yet, with Kerri tickling
my dell and Leslie pleasuring Brent’s penis, it was not all pain. It
was a mixture, and between my sobs I wondered if marriages, if done in
this way, would last longer than church-made ones.
Leslie began Brent’s torment by producing a thermometer. She
told him she would take his temperature by poking it in his peehole.
But first, she wished to stuff as much of him down her throat as she
possibly could.
“This is an excellent way to train, don’t you think?” she asked
Brent. “I mean, usually the man just rams it in. How can a girl learn
that way? Here, with you so nicely trapped, I can take my time. I’m
new at this so it may take awhile.” She bent and began by suckling just
his cockhead. Then she worked more of him into her as she was ready.
Bent over, her bottom made a marvelous target. Jasmine turned from me a
moment and whacked her friend.
“Yeeeeow!” Leslie cried. She lurched upright and clapped her
hands to her bottom. It had been a real stinger, and she hooted at the
ceiling, finally gasping and just holding her cheeks a while, massaging
herself. Brent, meanwhile, wet with her saliva, could only wait for her
to comfort herself.
“Er, I have to pee,” Brent said.
“Ummmm, guess you’ll have to wait,” Leslie told him. “You’re
the one who ordered red bottoms for us all.” She broke open a condom
and slipped the end of it over his cockhead. “There, that should keep
you from peeing,” she said. Then she went to check on Missy. The girl
still stood in the corner, sobbing quietly. Her head was hung down and
I imagined her bosoms must be wet with her tears.
“Are you thinking about behaving?” Leslie asked Missy.
“Go ‘way! You’re mean!” Missy sobbed.
“Well, you’re a cocksucker!” Leslie replied. Missy’s chin
rose. She sniffled.
“A cocksucker?” she asked.
“Yes, darling, you’re a cocksucker and I want you to come over
and suck Brent’s cock right now!” Leslie told her.
“Ohhh, goody! Can I bite it too?” Missy asked. “He’s the one
who ordered me spanked, isn’t he?”
“Yes, darling,” Leslie replied. She untied Missy’s wrists.
“We girls would never do awful things to each other unless these evil
men made us.”
“Hi! I have no bio and no computer! Yes I know, someone shoot
me please,” writes Nichole Grabe.
Mad Hatter
by Nichole Grabe
He got a new pair of shoes with an inside of glass,
So he could break in his future painfully
And in that way let go of the past in less time.
Sitting at a mass grave of a dining hall he sighed,
And wondered why the tea party ended
Why the teamouse died and his cohorts disbanded.
He ate stale scones to pass the moldy, long days,
So again the shoes would expand and begin to feel real,
With the deep, scaring bites of finished relationships.
The Mad Hatter has a crook in his nimble hands,
And sits and tells silly tales to the air that seem myth,
Now, person fragments now, you are invited to sit in.
He tells you to get new shoes for he does too,
And a lovely, plumed hat for your unstable head,
So that from upper, from lower the ideas will sink in.
Until all the time in the world has adjusted to you,
Then we can walk with ease
He says that is the best way, the way of nature, to forget.
But forward forget no one, that is the way to be born,
The clouds are waves again, see them in the sky,
And if you can see the stars are out at noon all is done.
He lets go of your hand, gives you the prettiest rose and
Loves-you-not. He leaves on a horse made of silk,
And cheese, blood, left of the once feet.
Dirt was seen in a rainbow today, the shoes you have are
Worn in. You knew the day was coming, you know it should
Be madness, but the shoes are there and do not hurt at all.
(I have no idea what that poem was about. But it’s nice to get poems
from girls. -h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
The Power of Little Girls
“Asked what she thought of the Spice Girls, [Kim Gordon] said,
‘I think they’re totally ridiculous. ... They’re masquerading as little
girls. It’s repulsive.’”
Nonetheless...
“World domination took mere months. Nelson Mandela said
meeting them was ‘one of the greatest moments of my life.’ Prince
Charles recently quipped that he might consider taking over as their
manager.”
- Newsweek, December 29, 1997, pg. 90, on the Spice Girls.
( I want to meet Baby Spice. - h.j.)
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