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Subject: DIARY OF CAROLYN Part 12
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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Part Twelve
Copyright 1977
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction.
Again, it took a few tries to get the correct up motion of
the whip working with any accuracy. This time however, I
practiced on Kristen. In fact, she began bitching again and I was
forced to reapply the tape. Hey, don't blame me, remember, she
asked me to do this. In fact, bitched me out for not doing it
correctly. Besides, high executioners aren't supposed to have to
listen to their victims bitch and complain.
With my victim silenced, I was better able to concentrate on
the task at hand. Kristen's pubic hair was almost as thick as
mine so I had to get the end of the whip to snap rather hard to
get the desired effect. That was to get her to dance each time I
found my mark. Actually, I was very impressed that she was able
to dance as well as she was. After all, she had been hanging from
her wrists for an hour now, and was still able to pull herself up
to where her head would hit the beam whenever I would get a good
snap directly on her labia or clit. Not bad for a ninety pound
girl.
I moved around to Kristen's back side. My aim was really
improving as I applied a few well placed lashes that snapped at
her swollen clit. She instinctively pulled herself up with each
stab of pain. I moved back to her front. I let loose with several
hard strokes that drove their way through her thick bush,
stinging her most tender flesh. I was wearing her down. I could
see it was becoming harder and harder to pull herself away from
the stinging whip. It was all she could do to get enough air
through her nostrils as her chest heaved in and out. I tore the
tape from her lips so she could breath easier as I continued to
lay the whip deep into her labia. Every muscle in her petite body
shook with exhaustion as she tried to thrust her vagina to meet
the oncoming whip. Every part of her naked skin was now
glistening with perspiration as she screamed with pleasure with
every crack of the whip. The more she screamed, the harder I laid
it on. Even when I could see small spatters of blood appearing on
her inner thighs, I didn't stop. I too was covered with sweat and
almost out of breath when Kristen finally climaxed.
Her screams of pleasure and pain turned into moans of
satisfaction as her body slowly became limp from total
exhaustion. I threw down the whip and collapsed to the ground
jerking myself off with both hands while I watched her limp,
sweat soaked body hang in complete exhaustion. The sight of her
hanging there made me so hot I quickly lapsed into one gigantic
orgasm after another. What a day this had been!
I think I was still in orgasmic heaven when I realized
Kristen was still suspended from the beam. As exhausted as I was
it took all my remaining strength to hoist her up enough for her
to unhook from the beam. What I didn't expect, was her to
collapse on top of me knocking us both to the ground. I did
manage, after a couple of tries, to roll her off me. It actually
felt good for awhile just laying in the dirt reliving what I had
done.
Unfortunately, having worked up such a sweat, I soon began
to get a serious chill. I went into the pump house and forced
myself to wash off with the icy well water. Kristen was coming
around, so I brought her inside and introduced her to the well.
She called me everything nasty she could think of when I doused
her with a bucket of cold water. I know that dumping cold water
on your naked body when it's only fifty degrees may not be real
smart, but when you've walked for an hour with twigs, leaves and
other forest debris stuck in every body orifice, you would really
rather be cold.
We shook off as much of the water as we could and then
decided to stay inside the pump house until we dried off. Kristen
was definitely the worse for wear. Until now, I hadn't been fully
aware of just how much abuse I had inflicted on the poor girl.
She was covered with red welts from her shoulders to her knees. I
felt like dog shit and tried to apologize but she told me not to
worry about it. She told me that I gave her just what she asked
for and that she really got off on it. I had to admit to her that
for however much she got off by taking it, I got off just as
much, if not more, by giving it to her. She did however, make me
promise to swap places the next time.
Air drying on a cool autumn day in Indiana is at best time
consuming. It is also extremely uncomfortable, actually bone
chilling, especially if you are nude. You could throw a cat
through the wall almost anywhere in that broken down old pump
house so it offered only marginal shelter at best. Kristen and I
embraced our naked bodies trying to get as much warmth as
possible. It wasn't much. Eventually we dried off and started
back towards home. We started out jogging but after only a short
distance Kristen had to stop.
Heh,heh, I guess the high executioner had given her a little
too much of a pussy whipping. I may have thought this humorous at
the time but, it wasn't to far into the future when I would be
laughing out the other side of my face. I had her set on an old
log so I could see how bad it really was. She didn't appear to be
bleeding but she did wince several times as I worked my way
through her thick pubic hair trying to get a better look. I
couldn't see any open wounds, but her poor labia and clit were
fire engine red. It looked like our only choice was to walk as I
knew there was nothing we could do to ease her pain until we got
home.
It was a long walk back to the edge of the woods. At least I
was only cold. Poor Kristen was not only cold but I could see the
agony in her face with every step. It made me wince just thinking
of her raw inflamed labia rubbing together with each step, but
she never complained. Finally the edge of the woods was in sight.
As we made the last few steps to where we had hidden our clothes,
I wanted nothing more than to cover my freezing body. However, I
helped Kristen get her clothes on first.
It was like being paroled from a life sentence it felt so
good as we got inside my nice warm house. I helped Kristen up to
my room. We then shed our clothes and crawled under the covers of
my bed. Kristen lay on her side with her back to me and I put my
arms around her and hugged her shivering body as tightly as I
could. It wasn't long before we were both sound asleep.
It was dark when we finally awoke. Neither of us had changed
position from when we fell asleep hours ago. I turned on the lamp
beside my bed and then saw that Kristen had tears in her eyes.
When I asked her what was wrong her answer almost started me
crying. "I'm allright," she said, "I'm just so happy here with
you. It feels so good to feel your body next to mine." I had to
choke back the tears as I thought about the abuse I had given her
and how much I had enjoyed doing it. Then, for her to say what
she just did, was breaking my heart.
I didn't want her to see me start crying so I went to draw
us a warm bath. I managed to swallow the lump in my throat while
the tub was filling up. Poor Kristen was so sore it was all she
could do to get to the bath tub. I helped her into the warm water
then eased myself in the opposite end facing her. We then
alternated between soaking and washing each other until we
finally ran out of hot water.
Kristen lay back on my bed while I went to get some lotion
to put on her welted skin. I couldn't believe I had done this to
her. I returned with a bottle of skin lotion determined to give
Kristen the best massage she had ever had. I had her lay first on
her stomach. I started with her feet and then moved slowly up her
legs making sure to spend extra time on the places where the whip
had left welts. All together it took me a good half hour just to
do her back. I then had her roll over exposing her front. This
time I started at the top. I massaged the lotion carefully into
her arms working my way down to her neck and shoulders. I knew my
efforts were paying off by the totally relaxed look on her pretty
little face. Kristen let out a gentle sigh as I started massaging
her firm breasts. I continued to massage her breasts with my
fingers while gently using my thumbs to play with her stiff
nipples. I moved my massage away from her tits only after I
noticed her hips start to gyrate from the arousal.
I was amazed at how well the lotion was working. Actually,
although I never told Kristen, the lotion I was using was some
stuff my dad had got from the veterinary supply. I believe it's
original intent was soothe the effects of mastitis on cow's
teats. No matter, it worked well on people too. I spent the next
thirty minutes or so massaging her stomach, sides and legs. I was
intentionally leaving her pubic area for last.
Kristen looked like she had fallen asleep so I pulled out
one of her long pubic hairs. "Ouch!" she yelped and gave me a
puzzled look. "I just wanted to make sure you were awake to enjoy
this." I told her. Kristen assured me she was feeling every bit
of the pleasure I was giving her.
Giving Kristen this massage was the first time I had really
been able to closely check out her young body. For her small size
she was actually quite muscular. The fact she had been able to
hang by her wrists while being whipped for nearly one and a half
hours and still have the strength to lift herself up by her arms
attested to that. Her breasts were slightly larger than a small
watermelon and incredibly firm. If they remained that way
throughout her life I'm sure she would have to defend the fact
they weren't artificial many times. Her skin was flawless, with
the exception of the temporary damage done to her today, from
head to toe.
I had saved Kristen's pubic area until last for a reason. I
had never made love with another girl until Kristen made love to
me. Until then, I also had never considered burying my face in
another girl's crotch. Even so, the idea of tasting Kristen's
vaginal juices had been on my mind since the time she did me. I
now had the chance to find out what it would be like, and I
didn't want her flavored with skin lotion.
Kristen's pubic hair was incredibly soft. I started by
slowly kissing around the edges of her incredibly beautiful bush
moving the thick hair aside with my fingers so my lips would
contact the soft skin of her inner thighs. Sensing what I was up
to, Kristen opened her legs exposing herself to me completely. I
couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this. I continued to
alternately kiss and lick all around her pubic bush. Sometimes I
would use the tip of my tongue to work through her hair and touch
her skin. At others, I would just lick her bush with the flat of
my tongue. Perhaps it was just the new experience, but I liked
the feel of her soft pubic hair on my tongue.
Kristen jerked a bit when I rubbed my nose across her
clitoris. I had expected there to be more odor, but in fact, any
smell was barely detectable. I wonder why the boys were always
talking about fish? What odor there was, smelled good to me.
What about her taste? Thus far I had avoided licking any of
her juice. I knew what I tasted like from licking my finger after
masturbating, but, would she taste the same? It was time to find
out. I glanced up. By the way Kristen was playing with her
nipples, I could see she was getting into this as well. I put the
tip of my tongue at the base of her slit. I was careful to avoid
her anus as tasting shit had not been any part of my fantasy. I
have heard that it isn't bad but I was content to take whoever
said that at their word. Kristen began to raise and lower her
hips as I slowly worked my tongue upward. Surprisingly, there was
very little taste considering the amount of vaginal juice she was
pumping out. I buried my tongue as far inside her as I could.
This pushed her on button. She let out a loud moan and bucked her
pelvic bone into my nose to where I saw stars. Nonetheless, I
kept working my tongue in and out as Kristen came closer and
closer to climax. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I kept
licking and poking with my tongue, then every so often I would
lick across her clit, making her shudder with pleasure. All this
was getting me so horny, I started fingering myself at the same
time. Finally, when I figured Kristen was just about to cum, I
sucked the whole of her clit into my mouth. She let out a scream
of pleasure and then her whole body stiffened with orgasm. I
rolled onto my back and with one hard squeeze of my own clitoris,
joined her in that far away land of orgasmic ecstasy.
We both lay for awhile enjoying the feeling before saying
anything to each other. My mind was racing with thoughts of
everything that had happened that day. The one thing that made me
the most uneasy was how much I had enjoyed whipping Kristen. I
had long ago accepted the fact I was turned on by inflicting pain
on myself, but today had shown me another side of myself I wasn't
sure I liked. Even though it was what Kristen had wanted, the
feeling of power that was going through me as I cracked that whip
across her naked body was scary. I felt as if I wasn't in total
control of myself. I actually felt rage, yet I wasn't angry. I
had never been whipped, or, tasted the lash, as they say and I
wondered what it would be like when I did. Would Kristen get
pleasure from making me scream with pain? It would be a fortnight
before I would find out.
I was a little worried when Kristen didn't show up in school
on Monday. It wasn't like her to miss school. Hmmm, maybe I only
think she just skips school to be with me. Then again, maybe her
parents spotted the welts I left on her and kept her home. Oh
Shit. What if she broke down and told them what happened. I was
imagining myself into a cold sweat. I started seeing visions of
my Dad and her's showing me a picture of Kristen's welted body
and asking "Do you know anything about this? Are you responsible
for this cruel act of sadism? Well, Carolyn, are you, are you?" I
ran into the girl's room and splashed some water on my face. I
had almost scared the shit out of myself with my imaginary panic
attack. I knew it was all in my mind. Still, I listened for my
name to come over the loud speaker.
I listened for it all day, but my name was never called. I
tossed the idea of calling Kristen's house back and forth between
yes and no all the way home that afternoon. I figured if she was
out getting her licks and lashes with someone else, that was her
business, but what if something was wrong. If there was something
wrong, did I really want to know about it? I thought again of
what I had imagined earlier, but I saw Kristen before she left my
house on Saturday morning, and the welts had almost completely
faded away. I wondered if she was sick. I decided to call as soon
as I got home.
Kristen's mother answered the phone. I asked if Kristen was
home and her mother hesitated a moment and then said "Just a
minute, I'll see." and I heard her lay the phone down. A couple
of minutes went by when a boy's voice came over the phone asking
who I was. This phone call was getting weird. Another couple
minutes passed and then a man, her father, I guess, got on the
phone. "Who is this?" the voiced asked. "This is Carolyn,
Kristen's friend from school." I replied. "What do you want
Kristen for?" he then asked. "Oh, nothing special, I just wanted
to talk." "What about?" he asked. I didn't want to let on she
missed school in case she had skipped so I only said "Oh, just
some stuff, nothing important." "She's busy." was all he said
before hanging up on me. Maximum weirdness. I toyed with the idea
of going to her house but decided against it. Her family actually
scared me. They sort of reminded me of want to be homicidal
maniacs just waiting for someone to play with. I'd rather it not
be me.
I was relieved to see Kristen in school the next day. When I
asked her about Monday she only gave some vague answer that she
had to do some stuff for her mom. When I told her about the
conversation, if you could call it that, with her Dad, all she
said was "Oh, just wait till you get to know him, it'll be
worse." It was pretty clear she didn't want to talk about
whatever it was, so I left it alone.
The rest of the week passed with no major incidents of any
kind. I hadn't been able to figure what was up with Kristen and I
became even more curious on Thursday. I had pretty much assumed
she would come to my house Friday night, but when I asked her
about it she told me she was sorry but she was going to be busy
all weekend. No other explanation. Actually, it turned out just
as well as I ended up spending the weekend at the Ohio state fair
with my Father having a wonderful time. Still, I couldn't stop
thinking about Kristen. I would however, have all my questions
answered in the not so distant future and be wishing I never
asked.
end part 12