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Subject: ruthie's story, Part VIII (8/12) (M/f, bdsm)

Ruthie's Story, Part VIII

When we reached the middle of the floor of the great room, I stopped her,
took out the handcuff key and uncuffed one hand...."Take off the sweater!"
I commanded.

She gave me a wilted look....she new NOW was the time she had been waiting
for, and the time she would dread...all at once.  She reached up with both
hands, the cuffs dangling from one wrist, and slowly finished unbuttoning
the blouse, removed it, and handed it to me.  It was then that I noticed
that the straps on the little short slip conveniently could be unhooked
from the bodice of the slip in front.  

I recuffed her hands, this time behind her, and led her by the leash over
to one of the large "X"s fixed to the wall.  I turned her toward the wall,
loosened one hand again, and put it into the leather padded cuff dangling
from the top of one bar of the "X."  I removed the cuff from the other
hand, and fixed it to the top of the other bar in a similar fashion.  She
was now bound, stretched, waiting to be punished for the first time in
public, and ALL mine.

We were beginning to draw a crowd around us now.  Many of the club
regulars had a feeling that this was something new...they certainly knew
ruthie and I hadn't been here before, and they wanted to see what they
regarded as perhaps a first time public exhibition for a new subbie.  They
couldn't have been more correct in their suppositions.

I pulled out the slip from the skirt, reached around her underneath the
slip with both hands, and cupped her breasts, toying with them, stroking
them, squeezing them, pinching the nipples.  She gasped!  I held them
tightly for several seconds, as I whispered in her ear, "Now I'm going to
remove the skirt, and raise up your slip.  I am going to spank you
soundly, and then I am going to remove your thong, and spank you again." 
She hung her head, partly in pain from my continued pinching of her
nipples, and partly from the shame she knew she would feel as I exposed
and punished her naked rear.  

I released her nipples, and reached for the waistband of the skirt, undid
it, unzipped the skirt, and yanked it down her legs.  She stepped out of
the skirt as a sign of quiet resignation to her fate.

I left her ankles free to kick.  I thought I'd enjoy seeing how she
reacted, and whether or not she tried to kick to relieve the pain I was
about to inflict.  I looked at the array of instruments before me, and
picked out a long, wide double leather paddle that both hurt, and made a
nice slapping sound for the enjoyment of the others watching the show.  I
rolled the slip up to her waist, and tucked it in.  I rubbed the paddle
over ruthie's ass, and then reached back, waiting.  She tensed up, not
knowing just when to expect the first blow.  I waited...she began to
relax....and that is when I struck!  I slapped her right ass cheek hard
with the paddle, and I saw a sudden tensing, and a slow hissssss escape
from her lips and a look of pain hit her face like an explosion!  She
grasped for the chain holding the leather cuffs, and pulled up with her
arms, moving her ankles only slightly.  I waited about two seconds....just
enough time for the intensity of the pain to reach her brain with full
force, and then struck again, in exactly the same place!  This time, the
tensing actually caused her to rise on her tiptoes, and an audible
"OOooohhhhhhh" escaped her lips.  Again I waited for about two seconds,
and hit again, in exactly the same place again!!  This time ruthie
screamed, and fell backwards from her wrists, rising to her tiptoes, and
raising one foot off the floor.  I began spanking her soundly now, side to
side, up and down her ass, often striking the same place more than once in
succession.  She moaned, occasionally screamed, and, after about two or
three minutes of near continual spanking, her ass was glowing red, and she
seemed to go to a different plane of consciousness....she was moaning
more, almost in ecstasy, and screaming nearly not at all.  It was at this
point that I thought I needed a change of pace.

I rubbed my hand over her ass to feel the warmth, and reached around to
put my hand in her thong to feel her pussy.  "You're wet!" I whispered. 
"I think you like this."  She hung limply, but managed to nod noticeably. 


"I'm going to remove the thong, now."  I felt her shudder.  She was about
to be totally naked from the waist down...in public...something she had
never experienced before, and there was nothing she could do about it
now!! 

I tugged at the waistband of the thong, pulling it slowly, slowly down
over her hips, her thighs, her knees, and off her ankles.  When she felt
the cool air of the room hit her naked pussy, she shuddered again, and
hung her head in silent resignation once again. 

She didn't quite expect the next move.  I gently kicked her right foot out
and away from her, attaching the ankle to a similar leather padded ankle
strap at one of the bottom bars of the "X," and then the other.  Now she
was not only fixed, and stretched, but also spread wide!  Her thighs were
nearly at a 30 degree angle, and her skirt  had ridden up on her thighs to
the lower cleavage of her butt.  Her slip was showing underneath.  

This time, I picked a narrow belt, about three feet long.  I stepped back,
and swung the belt, striking her about the same place as I had the first
time with the paddle.  This time she screamed loudly with the first
impact.  No bruising...just a new red with a different intensity.  Again,
again, and again.  Ruthie screamed almost constantly now, never even
stopping between blows, except to get her breath for another scream.  Her
asscheeks tensed with each blow, and the juices began to run down her leg
much more freely.  When she once again began to seem to fade into that
secret place, I decided it was time to change the pace once again.  I
stepped up and lowered the slip over her ass, reached around her, and
undid the front clasps of the shoulder straps.  I slid the top of the slip
down to her waist, and tucked it in.  Now her back was totally exposed to
the crowd, and her now naked breasts were mashed into the twin bars of the
"X" to which she was strapped.  

Again she tensed as she waited for her back to be whipped....she knew it
would be painful, but had no idea how it would compare to the belt on her
ass!  I chose a multitailed whip...about two feet long.  It would make a
lot of sound, but wouldn't hurt so bad as the belt...I wanted her to be
deceived about the pain to catch her off guard for what was to follow.

I struck, she tensed, whimpered, and raised a bit.  I struck again....and
again....and again.  She acted as if it were nearly nothing compared to
the belt on her ass...so I continued, content for now to continue the
deception.  Whatever she was feeling, she had to recognize that she was
now naked from the waist up, and that I wouldn't stop with this toy
alone....that there would be other positions, and she wondered if I would
have her totally naked and exposed before it were over.  After I thought
she was convinced enough that this was nothing, I stopped, and undid her
ankles.  I undid her wrists and turned her around to face the audience. 
She immediately put her hands to her breasts in an effort to cover them. 
I picked up the tailed whip and struck her upper thighs with it!  "Put
your hands down!!  Don't EVER cover up without permission!!"  She
immediately put her hands to her sides, allowing the crowd to feast on her
naked tits!

I replaced her wrists in the cuffs at the top of the "X," tied her ankles
together, and tied her knees together as well.  She wasn't spread, but
couldn't move much, either.  She could constantly see the crowd staring at
her naked tits, and what I was about to do to them.  It seemed to double
her embarrassment, as well as her excitement.  She saw me go to the table
and pick out a short, double-tailed quirt not unlike the instrument I had
used on her the previous night....but this time, she knew I was about to
whip her tits in public, and they would see her writhing, watch her face
as she contorted against the pain inflicted, and hear her scream at the
same time.  It was intensely more personal than with her face against the
beams of the "X."  She would not be able to keep her tits from jiggling
with each blow, and with the struggles she was sure the pain would
instigate.  She knew all this would serve to excite the onlookers even
more, and her embarrassment continued to rise with each thought.  Lastly,
I tied her elbows to the "X" bars as well.  The reason would become
apparent!  I could see her face beginning to redden, and I stepped back,
ready to swing.

She saw the motion, but too late to prepare.  The first slash caught her
completely by surprise.  She had been watching the crowd watching her, but
now all her attention was immediately returned to her left tit, and the
scalding red mark just above the nipple...again, near the same spot...I
really like that technique...just as the pain from the first blow was
reaching maximum intensity in her brain...then another...then the right
tit, and a series of slashes very close to one another there.  Then the
undersides, and then the nipples...just with the tip ends of the
whip...directly on each nipple...about six or eight each.  By this time,
ruthie had lost all concern about who was watching, or what they saw.  She
contorted, pulled at her wrists, tried to twist away, but the bound elbows
prevented her from turning one inch!  Her nipples stiffened, and her tits
swelled just a bit, as if to beg for the whip even more.  They bounced
invitingly as the tiny strands of leather bit into them, and the screams
were nearly constant...begging....pleading....and then, again, she seemed
to slip away, and I stopped.  She stood still, panting, shuddering...and I
undid her knees and ankles.  

Before she recovered and could think about it, I replaced her ankles in
the cuffs at the bases of the "X,"  and picked up a penis gag from the
table, and inserted it into her mouth, buckling it firmly behind her head.
 Then I whispered in her ear again.

"I  think it's time you were completely naked, don't you?"

That got ruthie's attention again!  She started shaking her head
violently, and muttering unintelligibly into her gag.  Her struggles
renewed, although not so wildly as when her tits were being whipped.  She
tried in vain to close her legs, to turn away from the gathered crowd.  By
now, no one else in the club was playing....Doms and subs alike were
watching...some of the Doms were fondling their subs, but all eyes were
directly on ruthie.

"I don't think you'll cooperate with me in removing your slip...I can't
take the chance of untying your legs, and I can't get it off over your
spread legs, so I guess I'll have to use these."  I picked up a pair of
scissors from the table, and proceeded to slit the slip downward from
where the "V" of the neckline would be if it were covering her breasts. 
Before she knew it, ruthie's pussy was staring directly at the onlookers,
who, by now, were cheering me on loudly.  She now nearly realized her
worst fears, and nearly realized her most intense excitement...to be
totally naked in front of a room of strangers, and being helpless to
prevent them from staring directly at her most private parts!  But this
was not her worst fears....her worst fears were what I would do to her
next....but she knew it didn't matter....I would do what I wanted...and
she would endure all that I could deliver!   She had no choice in the
matter now.

I picked up a two foot multitailed whip, and started in on her ribs and
abdomen.  As the intensity of the blows increased, and the intensity of
the unintelligible sounds escaping from the gag increased, I moved the
target area down to the insides of her thighs...a very tender spot,
indeed!  She struggled, she tried to scream, but could not!  Then I
stopped, and approached her again, and whispered in her ear.

"There is only one spot that hasn't tasted the whip tonight...and you know
where that is, don't you.  Shall we really put on a show for them?"

Ruthie knew where I meant, and she knew her pussy would not escape the
whip, no matter how she pleaded with her eyes.  She continued to plead
with her mouth, but to no avail...she could only watch in horror as I
stepped back...and lowered the whip!

The first uppercut caught her left labia!  She snapped forward in her
bonds, trying to rip the "X" out of the wall, and the second caught her as
she was in maximum forward position, standing on tiptoe, shaking her head
violently, and making all kinds of noises into her gag.  The third caught
her directly up her slit, and she really went wild...her eyes opening
widely, threatening to pop out of her head!  Deciding her pussy needed a
rest, I delivered two rapid blows to each tit, and returned to the pussy
before the intensity of the tit slashes reached their full intensity.  She
was going crazy.  The pain, not knowing where I would lash next, the pain,
the pain, the pain!!  I continued to concentrate on her pussy....and soon
the whip was wet, adding to it's flexibility, and the intensity of its
sting on her most sensitive parts!  Soon, her struggles lessened, her
noises turned to soft mewing sounds, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
 At this point, I struck the clit for the first time, and ruthie had a
monumental climax immediately.  As I continued to concentrate on the clit
with each blow, it was evident to everyone that she was multiorgasmic! 
Climax after climax built within her loins, and spent themselves in a
spasm of contractions against the bonds, and the frame.  Ruthie was
completely lost in a well of ecstasy, and no longer cared who was
watching, or what they saw!  She was magnificent, but I was not finished. 
She would experience many more positions and torments, and have many more
climaxes before the night was out!  I ceased the whipping and removed her
from the "X."  She could barely stand at first, but soon recovered her
strength.  I cuffed her behind, picked up the leash, and led her to a
table and allowed her to sit while I put a glass of cold water to her lips
and let her drink.  I had already picked out my next bondage apparatus.



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