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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Part Thirteen
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction.
This particular year we ended up with the annual
thanksgiving vacation during the third week of November. Kristen
seemed to have gotten over whatever problem she was having and to
my surprise, and delight, she asked if she could spent a couple
of vacation days at my house. I suggested Monday and Tuesday as I
was anxious for some private time with her. The only thing I was
a little concerned with was that she had made it clear that it
was my turn to feel the whip.
The door bell brought me out of a sound sleep on Monday
morning. Still half asleep I was trying to think who could be
here at five thirty in the morning. Hell, it was still dark
outside. I crawled out of bed and put on my bathrobe. The bell
rang twice more before I got to the door. To my amazement, it was
Kristen. She was totally out of breath and wearing only a tee
shirt and jeans with her backpack hanging on one shoulder. She
explained between breaths that she had to get out of her house
before her dad woke up but wouldn't elaborate any more than that.
My curiosity was on maximum but I didn't press her any further
about it. Kristen looked pretty cold so I suggested we jump into
my bed for awhile. Kristen wasted no time in taking me up on it.
We spent the next couple of hours snuggling naked under my
blanket. Kristen seemed unusually loving considering she had just
ran the better part of seven miles getting here. Don't get me
wrong, I wasn't complaining. I only wished I'd gone to the
bathroom before we started making love. Before I knew it, she
kicked the covers off and got herself into a sixty nine position
with me. She started rubbing her pubic hair in my face all the
while furiously licking mine. The more she licked the more my
bladder began to ache. I kept on licking her juice and darting my
tongue in and out of her vagina trying to ignore my now burning
bladder. Finally Kristen started to cum. Soon after, so did I. I
felt as if I would loose control of my urine at any second as I
started to slide out of the bed. "Where are you going?" Kristen
asked. "I gotta piss right now." was all I could say as I started
for the bathroom. Before I knew what was happening, Kristen
jumped in front of me blocking my way. "No you don't." she said.
"You're my slave today and you'll go to the bathroom when I tell
you and not before." Shit. I did vaguely remember agreeing to be
her slave, but I thought she only meant it was my turn with the
whip. "But you don't understand," I told her as I danced from one
foot to the other trying to hold it in, "I'm gonna piss right
here on the floor if you don't let me go." "Okay," she replied,
"but as my slave you will have to do something for me first."
"Make you cum?" she wanted me to bring her to another climax
before she would let me piss! I wasn't sure I liked this slave
bullshit. Oh well, I did agree to it, I hope she cums real fast.
Having thought I was going to relieve myself had made my
situation even worse. My bladder now throbbed unmercifully as I
climbed back up on the bed. To make things worse, Kristen
insisted on another sixty nine, this time with me on top. I was
quietly begging that I could get her off quickly as I painfully
moved into position. Why the fuck was I letting this little bitch
give me orders? I might have asked her that if not for
remembering the beating I gave her last time. Besides, in a way I
guess I asked for it when I agreed to be her slave for a day.
That little saying of my Dad's came to mind again. You know,
brain in gear before dumping clutch, yea, that one.
I began licking Kristen's already wet pubic hair. I tried to
concentrate on what I was doing but Kristen, for some reason,
seemed to be trying everything she could think of to agitate my
already painful bladder. I did everything I could think of to
bring her to orgasm for what seemed like hours before she finally
started to cum. As she started to cum, she buried her face in my
crotch and wrapped her arms around my back and started to
squeeze. I felt like I would explode. I dug my fingers into the
bedspread gritted my teeth against the knife like pains tearing
through my tortured bladder. Finally she released her grip and I
literally dove from the bed. I could feel the hot piss spraying
on my legs as I straddled the toilet. I wondered to myself as I
sat there if Kristen knew just how close she had come to me
pissing all over her face. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd
almost say that was what she was trying to make me do.
After we both had a shower I suggested we have breakfast
before we do anything else. I also told Kristen she could cook
the bacon. Sometimes personal revenge can be so sweet. Kristen
knew little about cooking so I emphasized she should cook the
bacon on high and stand close and don't let it burn. I also made
sure to wash the bacon well so there would be plenty of moisture
to cause plenty of little hot grease spatters. Sometimes I am so
bad I could just hate myself, that is, if I didn't have so much
fun at it.
Breakfast was great, although the bacon was a bit under
cooked. Kristen insisted we go to the pump house. She was
determined that I get my turn to be under the lash, so to speak,
and this was going to be the day. I believe if it wasn't for that
feeling of guilt I had for enjoying whipping her so much, I would
have refused. Although it hadn't snowed yet this year, it was
most definitely winter and damn cold outside. Too damn cold to be
wandering around the woods in the nude. I agreed to go to the
pump house, and she could do whatever she wanted, but I was
keeping my clothes on until we got there.
"You know," Kristen said as we started across the field,
"you're supposed to be my slave today. If I told you to get naked
right here you're supposed to obey me." "Don't press your luck."
I replied feeling a little irritated at her attitude. I didn't
really mind playing the part of her slave, but it would be a cold
day in hell before I would do it for real. Besides, I didn't here
her complaining about the coat I loaned her. The temperature
wasn't terribly cold, about thirty I guessed, but there was a
good stiff breeze out of the north east that made it feel much
colder. At any rate it was cold enough that I didn't want to
spend any more time naked than was necessary.
The closer we got to the pump house the more I thought about
my upcoming ordeal. It bothered me that Kristen was so adamant
about doing this today. I did trust her, at least I thought I
did, but I also knew I would be helpless and totally at her mercy
once I was hanging naked from that beam. I also had to consider
that when she was hanging naked from the beam, she was at my
mercy. Still, I felt like I was marching to my own execution.
The cold wind made the idea of taking my clothes off less
and less appealing as we came into sight of the old pump house.
Also, not wanting to suffer this alone, I insisted that Kristen
be nude as well. Although I had kept her hanging for an hour and
a half, and I was sure she intended to make me suffer at least as
long as I did her, I hoped being completely nude she wouldn't be
able to stand the cold that long. Hell, I wasn't sure I could
stand it that long. I mean, I had on jeans, a sweatshirt and a
fur lined wind breaker and I was already cold. I could always
look at the bright side, maybe she forgot the whip. Not. Well, at
least we wouldn't have to spend an hour getting back to our
clothes when this was over.
As I stood naked and shivering in the pump house waiting for
Kristen to finish tying my wrists together, it occurred to me
that either of us should be eligible for a lifetime membership at
the state funny farm. I became certain of it as I stepped outside
and the wind cut across my naked skin like a million tiny razor
blades. As I felt Kristen's firm breasts pressing on my stomach
as she hoisted me up I knew I couldn't be crazy. I must like what
I'm doing, otherwise why would I be getting so wet between my
legs. After all, what could be a more natural turn on than
hanging naked in the freezing wind waiting to be horse whipped?
I was waiting for Kristen to tie my ankles to a spreader
stick when realized she had a different plan. She also caught me
by surprise when I was about to protest this new plan as she
slapped a piece of sticky duct tape across my mouth. Mmmmmfp. So
much for verbal protests.
All I could do was watch as she tied a long piece of rope to
each of my ankles. She then tied the first rope to the base of a
small nearby tree stretching my leg out and pulling me off to one
side. It was now clear to me what she was doing, and I'm not sure
I liked it. She repeated this with the other leg and pulled until
my feet were a good four feet apart. It wasn't so bad that my
legs were spread, except the way she had tied them also pulled
down, effectively increasing the strain on my arms and shoulders.
That little word, trust, kept popping into my mind as I hung
naked and gagged with my legs stretched between two trees. If it
had been a mistake to trust Kristen, I could end up in deep shit.
That thought left me as the first lash gave me something else to
think about.
It became immediately obvious to me that Kristen had used
this whip before. It was also apparent that there was much about
this girl I didn't know. As long as we had been classmates I
couldn't recall her being close with any of the other girls like
she now was with me. Yet, I was sure I was far from the first to
feel that whip of hers. She methodically worked her way first up
one leg, then the other. It was no mistake the way she had tied
my legs, as unlike I did with her, she left me no way to recoil
from the blows. Even worse, my icy cold skin made the pain much
more severe than it normally would have been.
By the time she was satisfied she had given sufficient
attention to my legs they felt like they were on fire. Then she
started on my upper body. She really knew how to use that whip. I
was barely able to stand the pain as she worked her way up onto
my rib cage but when she started on my breasts I thought I would
go out of my mind. She placed the first lash so that the tip
snapped at my right nipple. It made my entire breast explode with
pain. Before I could recover I felt my other tit explode with
even more intense pain. This was too much. I tried to tell her to
stop but my screams couldn't get out. She gave me four more and
then stopped. I had never even imagined pain like this. The
screaming pain in my arms and shoulders was nothing compared to
the searing fire left by the whip. Tears poured down my cheeks as
I screamed in vain from my gagged mouth for her to let me down.
What was she doing now? I could hear her working the old pump
inside. Gawd, what was she, thirsty?
It seemed like forever before Kristen finally came back out.
At first I couldn't figure what she had been doing then I noticed
the water dripping from the whip. Why would she put water on the
whip? Although my body felt as if it were on fire, I was sure the
whip hadn't been. "You doing okay?" Kristen asked in a mocking
sort of way. I tried to tell her "Hell no! Get me the fuck down
from here!" but I could only make muffled sounds through the duct
tape. "That's great," she mocked again, "because I'm going to
show how a real pussy whipping feels." I began to realize why the
whip was wet.
Kristen went around behind me to where I couldn't see her.
She cracked the whip in the air and it sounded like a gun shot. I
started to feel like I was going to shit myself from the fear of
what I knew was coming. I was in no way prepared for what came
next. Kristen let the whip snap my clit on the first swing. I
don't think it would have hurt any more if she had torn it from
me with red hot pliers. She then laid five more deep in my
vaginal lips before coming around to where I could see her. If I
hadn't been so well restrained, I'm sure my pain dance would have
put Fred Astaire to shame. The little bitch then started whipping
my pussy from the front. I screamed so much I couldn't even hear
myself anymore. She must have kept this up until I finally passed
out because the next thing I remember was waking up still
screaming, untied and inside the pump house with Kristen wiping
my forehead with a damp cloth.
I was no longer in control of myself. I belted her square in
the nose, knocking her to the other side of the room. I had never
been a fighter or scrapper but all of my pain somehow turned into
a rage of which I had no control. Before Kristen had time to
understand what was happening, I was on top of her punching and
kicking her in a violent fit of rage the likes of which I'd never
felt before or even to this day. I had her beaten half into
unconsciousness and was well on the way to completing the job
when she started screaming and crying, "Please, no more, Daddy,
please don't hit me anymore."
My rage left me as fast as it had came. All the little
pieces of the puzzle were coming together. I went from a fit of
rage to a fit of crying as the meaning of what she said in her
half conscious state sunk into my brain. I started to feel sick
as I looked at her curled up on the floor, shaking all over with
blood dripping from her nose and mouth. I felt lower than a bug
and prayed someone would step on me. I tried to help her up but
she just kicked at me and told me to leave her alone. I couldn't
really tell if it was more from anger or embarrassment that she
refused my help, but it was plain I should leave her alone for
awhile. I covered her with her clothes and both jackets, then put
on my jeans and sweatshirt and went outside to think while I
waited to see what Kristen was going to do. I was cold and sore
but there was no way this side of hell I was going to leave
Kristen here alone.
My brain was rolling with imagined scenarios of what
Kristen's life was really like. It was obvious to me that her
father beat her, but to what extent? Other than stern words, I
couldn't remember a time when my dad, well, other than a spanking
or two, ever lifted a hand to me. I wondered if there was more to
it than beatings. Kristen had learned to use that whip somewhere.
Had she learned from him? What a thought.
I'm not sure how long I waited before I heard Kristen moving
around inside. I felt so rotten about what I had done to her I no
longer cared about the whipping she had given me. Actually, I
wished someone would come by and shoot me in the head. I was so
sore it took a couple of tries to get to my feet but I did and
went back inside to see if Kristen would even talk to me. She had
gotten dressed and was trying to wash the dried blood from her
face as I walked in. "I'm real sorry Kristen, I don't know what
happened, I just lost control of myself, I guess. Really, I am so
sorry." I said trying to apologize. The response from her wasn't
what I expected. "Yea," she replied in a kind of surely tone,
"well, if you hadn't caught me by surprise, I would have fucked
you up."
There was a few moments of silence then Kristen cracked a
little smile. The flood of relief that came over me made me weak
in the knees as I gave her a big hug. She let me help her finish
cleaning up and we started back for home. I may have forgotten
about the condition I was in with what went on at the pump house,
but it all came painfully back to me as we started the walk back.
I wasn't wearing any underwear and my jeans were killing my
crotch. I tried walking like John Wayne but that only made it
worse. Finally I had no choice but to take them off. As soon as I
got my jeans off I sat down to inspect myself. It was obvious I
had been bleeding as my pubic hair was stiff with dried blood.
Just trying to move the hair aside so I could see where the blood
was coming from brought tears to my eyes. It was now Kristen's
turn to say she was sorry, and she did, many times. Nevertheless,
I knew I would have to go the rest of the way home bottomless.
The cold wind stung my legs as we made our way back through
the woods. Although it still hurt to walk, the cold was far
better than trying to wear those tight jeans. The problem came
when we reached the edge of the woods. I did not want to walk
across that open field naked from the waist down, and I didn't
want to put my jeans on either. If I pulled my sweatshirt down
enough to cover myself then it made me walk with my legs
together, and that hurt like hell. Fuck it. For the first time in
my life I forced myself to ignore my modesty and we walked on to
the house. It may sound like I'm talking brave, but, as usual,
there was no one besides Kristen to see me.
I stood naked in front of my full length mirror in disbelief
at the reflection of myself. I looked like something from outer
space with all the red welts covering my body from head to toe.
Damn, I thought, she must have had a field day after I passed
out. Kristen denied that she had. I also asked about her father
but she denied that too. I suppose it was none of my business
anyway, but I was curious and, a bit concerned. No matter, it was
my turn for the lotion massage.
I must give Kristen credit. For as vicious as she was at
inflicting pain, she was equally as passionate at giving
pleasure. The method she came up with to massage me with lotion
was something I probably would not have thought of in a hundred
years, but it was fantastic. First she rubbed lotion all over my
back and legs. She then straddled me on all fours and proceeded
to use her pubic bush to rub it all in. I know it sounds weird,
but it made me cum twice before she even finished my back.
Actually, I think my second orgasm was from the anticipation of
her doing my front. In fact, after she started my front, I knew
it was. After rolling me over, she again covered me with lotion.
She then started at my feet, rubbing her thick bush up and down
my legs until all the lotion was massaged in. Every once in
awhile she would press herself down to give herself a little
stimulation as well.
I could feel yet another orgasm building inside me as she
massaged my hips and then began to rub her hair on my stomach. I
don't even know how to describe the feeling, but I was cuming
again by the time she started to rub her bush across my erect
nipples. Kristen continued to tease my nipples and I kept cuming
and cuming until my body felt completely drained of energy. I
felt like I was in some sort of dreamland where everything was
perfect. I could see stars and colors and I never wanted to
leave. Gawd, I felt good.
It must have been real good because when I did come back it
was dark outside. What time was it? I had that unexplainable
sinking feeling you get when you think you overslept and missed
something important. You know, like you were supposed to pick up
the President at the airport three hours ago, or your parents are
due home and the dead body is still in the kitchen. I soon
realized I missed nothing important, but where was Kristen? The
clock said nine. I knew it wasn't morning, unless we were having
an eclipse, and I was sure I'd have heard about it if one was
planned. So what happened to Kristen? I looked all through the
house. No Kristen. I couldn't believe she would just take off
without saying anything. Feeling between my legs, I realized she
had put lotion on me there. She must have done it after I fell
asleep. Funny that didn't wake me up. Maybe she left a note
somewhere. I started looking for one.
After an exhaustive search of the house, I finally found her
note in the most unlikely place imaginable. Stuck under the
pillow I was sleeping on. What a crazy place to leave a note. She
explained that I looked so peaceful and happy she didn't want to
wake me, but that she had to get home and she would call me
later. What did she mean by later? Later that night? Later that
week? Later on in life? Hell, why be specific, I'll just set
around and wait. I thought about calling her house but after the
last time, I wasn't sure I was up to playing twenty questions
with her family only to be told she was busy or something. Fuck
it. I turned off the ringer on the phone and went back to bed. I
could check the answer machine in the morning.
end part 13