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Wendy II
by Dim (dimitri69@fastmail.fm)

***

Six months after my first night with Wendy, it's time 
for a little payback. (MF, nc, v, oral, bd, bi, tor)

***

Six months later...

Time flies when you're having fun I guess. "Sweet, 
innocent little Wendy" had more or less reverted to 
type after our first evening together, seeming almost 
embarrassed by the whole thing. She once again became 
the friendly, approachable, almost shy young woman that 
I'd always lusted after. And although we were actually 
"together" now, an official couple, and were no longer 
limited to merely flirting with each other or teasing 
at our mutual attraction, things were never as intense 
again as they were during Wendy's "game".

Not long after that Wendy had actually asked me to 
"return the favor", so to speak. I've always suspected 
that she was always waiting for me to surprise her with 
some elaborate revenge scheme, to get back at her for 
the pain and humiliation she'd inflicted on me that 
night, and simply couldn't bear the suspense any 
longer. So, she volunteered to submit to a night of 
"payback". Which I agreed to. And which, it may 
surprise you to know, is NOT what this story is about.

This story is about the REAL payback. 

See, the fact that she volunteered for it cost it some 
of its impact. So I played along and gave her a 
reasonably tame (compared to her previous example) 
night of bondage and discipline, and then things moved 
on. Our sex life is fantastic, perhaps due to Wendy's 
finally being able to relax and stop fearing any 
reprisals.

Which brings us to tonight. Our six month anniversary. 

A nice dinner at a fancy restaurant (during which I 
made her wear her little remote controlled butterfly 
vibrator so I could "buzz" her anytime anyone happened 
to be near), followed by a hot bath together and a 
couple of hours of passionate sex, punctuated by a deep 
(but brief) sleep.

Wendy wakes later to what she thinks is the sound of 
voices. But I quickly return to the bedroom and climb 
back into bed with her, distracting her from that 
question with my mouth and tongue. Unquestionably, 
Wendy's favorite thing is oral sex. She's obsessed with 
it and can't get enough of my mouth on her pussy. And 
I'm not arrogant enough to say that I'm particularly 
talented with my mouth, but I do have remarkable 
endurance and am able to satisfy her for hours at a 
time... which I often do.

But this time I tease her. I bring her close several 
times and then stop. Over and over again, till she's 
begging me to just make her cum.

"What's it worth to you," I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what are you willing to do to earn it? What 
will you do to get me to make you cum with my mouth?"

She hesitates, unsure of what to say. And so I return 
my mouth to her wet pussy, sucking and licking her clit 
and fucking her with my tongue. While my tongue moves 
in and out of her pussy I use the thumb of one hand to 
rub her clit, while with the forefinger of my other 
hand I probe and tickle her tight asshole. We've never 
actually had anal sex, but touching her there, teasing 
her there, gently, is like a magic button. 

"Oh god," she moans and tries to push down against my 
mouth and my fingers. I pull away and she whimpers.

"Tell me," I insist.

"Anything, baby. Please, just make me cum."

Now I've mentioned before that Wendy is sometimes 
almost shy. She's certainly not what one would consider 
an exhibitionist. She's proud of her body, and with 
good reason, but doesn't particularly like to "display" 
it. And so, that's my first demand for her tonight…

"Play with yourself," I say, and move back to the head 
of the bed, making myself comfortable. She reaches her 
hand down between her legs and begins to touch herself, 
slowly. "No, no. Down there, at the foot of the bed. 
Stand down there. I want to watch you put on a show."

Shy, yes. But turned on enough to get over it. She 
stands at the foot of the bed, facing me (and with her 
back to the bedroom door) and starts touching herself. 
Her right hand between her legs, fingers moving 
expertly over her aroused sex, and her left hand moving 
timidly over her midriff.

"You can do better than that. I want to see a show. I 
want you to show me how hot you are, how turned on you 
are. Do you want to cum on my tongue tonight?"

"Yes," she sighs.

"Then try harder to earn it. Spread your legs and show 
me what you do with your fingers."

She moves her feet further apart, exposing her pussy so 
I can get a good look at exactly what her hand is 
doing. And she moves her left hand up to her breasts 
and begins caressing them, pushing them up, squeezing 
them, pinching her nipples. Her breath quickens, as do 
her fingers. Her hips start to thrust back and forth 
against her hand. 

Then I turn on the overhead light. She gasps, startled, 
and instinctively moves her hands to cover her 
nakedness. 

"Don't stop, baby. I told you, I want to SEE what you 
do. I want to see exactly what you do to yourself to 
make yourself cum."

Almost reluctantly she continues, quickly finding her 
rhythm again despite the new feeling of exposure the 
light brings. Not for the first time I marvel at how 
beautiful she is. Her face is what most would call 
"cute" rather than classically gorgeous. But her body 
is exquisite. Lithe, petite, lightly tanned. Her 
stomach is smooth. Her ass firm. Fingers delicate (but 
surprisingly strong, as I believe I've mentioned in the 
past). She has perfect, small breasts; each no more 
than a "handful", peaked with perfect little rock-candy 
nipples. And her pussy is tight, almost always wet, and 
neatly trimmed.

Her fingers are slick with her own juices now, and her 
hips moving more insistently. "Taste yourself," I tell 
her.

"What?"

"I said, taste yourself. Lick your fingers. Tell me how 
you taste."

She replaces her right hand with her left and moves her 
wet fingers to her mouth. She glosses her lips with her 
wetness and then seductively pokes out her tongue and 
licks the very tips of her fingers.

"Sweet," she says.

"What's sweet," I ask.

"I'm sweet. My pussy is sweet. My pussy tastes good." 
And she switches hands again, returning her right hand 
between her legs and tasting the newly moistened 
fingers of her left. Her skin is flushed, her nipples 
hardened into bullets. There's a very fine sheen of 
sweat on her flawless skin.

"Turn around," I tell her. "I want to watch your ass as 
you move against your own hand."

She does so, now facing the open door and the darkened 
room beyond. Her body glistens in the light of the 
overhead. I watch as she reaches behind her with her 
left hand and braces herself on the footboard while she 
leans slightly, arching her back and thrusting forward 
with her hips. Her legs are spread wide apart, her 
pussy wet and engorged from her knowing touch. I watch 
the way her ass tightens each time she thrusts against 
her fingers.

"Tell me your name, baby."

She moans. "Wendy. Wendy ______."

"How old are you, Wendy?"

"I'm 26 years old," she breaths. 

"Tell me what you're doing, and why you're doing it."

"I'm playing with myself, letting you watch how I touch 
myself. I want you to see my body as I touch my pussy, 
to see what I look like as I get close to cumming."

"And why are you doing that, Wendy?"

Her body shakes and I can tell she's pacing herself, 
getting herself close but not finishing. "Because I 
want to cum in your mouth. I want to please you so 
you'll fuck me with your mouth."

I move down the bed so I'm sitting right behind her. 
"Do you remember our first night together? Do you 
remember what we did? What YOU did?"

She's so turned on right now that only the tiniest hint 
of embarrassment creeps into her voice. "Yes."

"Tell me. Tell me what you did."

"Oooh… I whipped you."

"More specific," I tell her, and reach up to stroke the 
back of her neck, running my fingers through her soft 
brown hair.

"I tied you to the bed and I whipped your cock while 
you used your mouth. And then I gagged you and whipped 
your balls when I was done."

No permanent damage done, obviously. But that night had 
been both painfully amazing and amazingly painful. I 
still shudder to remember the sensation of "sweet 
little Wendy" bringing her leather crop down over and 
over against my tightly bound balls.

"And you invited friends over to help, didn't you?"

She just moans, and I grip her hair in my fist and push 
her head forward. I get up on my knees on the foot of 
the bed and move close against her back so I can talk 
into her ear.

"Didn't you? And you let them use my mouth, too. And 
you let THEM whip me again when they were both 
finished. And you never let me cum, all night. Isn't 
that right?"

"…yes," softly. "But you punished me for that later. 
You had your way with me."

"How so? What sort of punishment did I give you that 
was worth what you did to me?" Still gripping her hair 
I reach around and run my other hand along her stomach 
and up to her breasts. I circle her hard nipples with 
my fingers.

"You tied me up and fucked me. You made me use my 
mouth. And… and you whipped me."

"Not really, though. I mean I didn't REALLY whip you. 
Did I? I was pretty gentle with you, if I recall. I 
wasn't really ready to actually hurt you. You enjoyed 
it in the end, didn't you Wendy _____?"

"Yes. Oh yes… baby, I'm close. Please use your mouth. 
Please make me cum…"

"Tell me you enjoyed being punished. Tell me you'd do 
it again if it meant you could cum in my mouth."

"Oh baby, I loved being punished. I loved being fucked 
and whipped. Please, whip me. Make me cum."

I let go of her hair and grab both of her wrists, 
quickly and forcefully pulling both her arms behind her 
back and cuffing her with the pink fuzzy novelty cuffs 
we'd purchased a few months back. She gasps in 
surprise.

"Okay, Wendy," I whisper into her ear. "If that's 
really what you want. But I think it needs to be a 
little more fair this time. This time I'm ready to hurt 
you for real. This time you will NOT cum. And this 
time…"

The light in the next room clicks on revealing an 
attractive blond woman standing naked in the doorway. 
She's holding a video camera, the little red light on 
it's front indicating it's recording. Standing behind 
the blond are two more women and two men, all naked as 
well. Wendy cries out in shock.

"This time, I'VE invited some friends to help. Now 
sweet, innocent little Wendy, it's your turn to be 
REALLY punished."

* * * * *

There's very little trouble getting Wendy set up for 
the next phase of the night. In truth I think she's 
still turned on, even with the surprising turn of 
events. I'm sure that she is embarrassed, and probably 
a little bit frightened, which are both good because 
that's part of my plan. But even with all of that her 
nipples are still hard, her pussy still wet.

She's moved into the living room with her hands still 
cuffed behind her back. There is a length of cord 
running down from an eyebolt in the ceiling, and this 
is tied to the cuffs and then pulled up, lifting her 
arms behind her and forcing her to bend forward at the 
waist. Once her arms are pulled back just enough to 
ensure she stays bent forward like that, unable to move 
without painfully straining her shoulders, the cord is 
tied off. Her legs are pulled wide apart and a spreader 
bar is secured between her ankles. She's now standing 
fully exposed and completely vulnerable in the middle 
of the brightest lit room in the house, with the sofa 
and a couple of armchairs arranged around her as if for 
an audience, and the large picture window behind her. 
The threat of opening those curtains and letting the 
outside world witness her punishment is thus far only 
implied, but I'm sure she's considered it.

And speaking of outside audiences, I stand beside the 
blond woman and take her video camera. "This is my 
friend Becca. I've talked to her about you, and she's 
been really looking forward to "meeting" you. She's 
agreed to help me punish you tonight sweetie. And from 
what I hear she's very good at it. Isn't that right," I 
ask as I kiss Becca on the cheek and step back to the 
couch, holding the camera like an amateur 
documentarian.

Becca smiles and motions the other four people over to 
her side. "I hope you don't mind that I invited some of 
MY friends to join in." She introduces them as Rachel 
(black hair) and her boyfriend David, and Stephanie 
(redhead) and her boyfriend Chris. Both women have fair 
skin that shows faint red marks, the almost-faded 
afterimages of whip and lash marks, criss-crossing 
their bodies. Most notably around there breasts and 
inner thighs.

Becca kneels in front of Wendy and caresses her cheek. 
"Hello, beautiful. I understand you like to punish 
people. Is that right?" The others move around and take 
up various positions around Wendy's prone body. "Well 
I'm about to punish you. But in the spirit of the 
"game" you played with ____," she motions towards me, 
"I'll give you an opportunity to earn some mercy. Not a 
lot of mercy, mind you, because you are going to be 
punished. But if you do exactly as I say, you might not 
mind too much."

Everyone sort of laughs at that last comment. Obviously 
they know differently. Without further word of 
explanation Becca kisses Wendy on the mouth, 
passionately. She then fits a ball gag into Wendy's 
mouth and Stephanie hands her a whip. It's a crop, 
similar to the one Wendy used on me back on our first 
"date". Becca, still on her knees, still face to face 
with Wendy, reaches up and pinches Wendy's nipple, 
squeezing and rolling it, getting it fully erect. She 
then cups her breast in one hand and with the other, 
with Wendy still waiting to hear what she has to do to 
avoid being punished, begins whipping Wendy's nipple 
with the crop.

Wendy moans behind the gag, squirming and pulling at 
her restraints. The position she's tied in forces her 
to stand still, almost willingly, or risk twisting her 
arms and shoulders painfully out of joint. So she 
doesn't move too much, just stands there and whimpers 
as Becca continues to whip her right nipple hard and 
fast, stopping ever few strokes to pinch and tweak the 
tender little bud before resuming the punishment. She 
does this to both breasts over the next few minutes, 
moving back and forth between one tortured tit and the 
other.

Finally she stops. Wendy's breathing is heavy and her 
eyes are moist. Becca kisses her forehead and then 
whispers into her ear, "Not done yet, cutey." She takes 
a couple of little clamps and fastens them tightly onto 
Wendy's raw nipples. There's a high pitched whine 
behind the gag and Wendy grimaces in pain. Once the 
clamps are in place Becca stands up and moves behind 
her subject, taking another whip, this time from Rachel 
and this time a cat-o'-nine-tails model. She draws back 
and lays the first lash sharply across Wendy's firm, 
round ass. 

Immediately stripes of red flare to life on the pale 
skin, and Becca proceeds to cover both asscheeks with a 
lattice-work of welts. As with her treatment of Wendy's 
breasts, she moves back and forth from one cheek to the 
other, turning both bright red. She places a few 
strokes across the small of Wendy's back, the lashes of 
the whip curling down around and stinging Wendy's sides 
and stomach. She whips the backs of her thighs, the 
leather laces again curling with the force of the 
blows, biting into the soft inner thighs as well… in a 
nice precursor to what's about to follow.

After Wendy's back, ass and thighs are a bright, vivid 
pink, Becca shifts positions, moving to the side and 
swings her whip down onto Wendy's ass again, this time 
making sure that the laces fall between the cheeks, 
striking directly onto her sensitive asshole. The first 
bite of the whip on that particularly tender spot 
brings a muffled scream. 

Several more strokes follow, maybe a dozen, each one 
creeping just a fraction of an inch further down the 
crack of her ass, before Wendy's eyes grow huge and 
fearful with the realization of where this is all 
leading. She mumbles through the gag, trying to beg, 
trying to shift her body as much as she can without 
pulling her arm restraints. But it's no good…

The whip curls down around the curve of Wendy's ass and 
snaps onto her wet, swollen, exposed pussy. She screams 
and begs and threatens and tries to make promises or 
offers anything she thinks will stop this, but of 
course she's gagged. Becca proceeds to bring her whip 
down over and over again with a well-practiced 
accuracy. Every inch of Wendy's pussy is punished, 
ultimately leading to the first taste of the leather 
straps stinging her swollen, bud-like clit. Fifteen, 
maybe twenty hard, painful strokes of the whip and 
finally Becca stops.

Wendy is shaking and crying, her body glistening with 
sweat. She hands off her whip to someone and returns to 
remove the gag and kiss Wendy's delicate, trembling 
lips.

"That was a taste, sweetie. It can be much worse than 
that… if you don't do as you're told. Behave yourself 
and the rest of the night can be much more pleasant." 
The others begin moving about, shifting into position. 
Wendy feels someone behind her, and sees movement out 
of the corner of her eyes, but Becca is holding her 
face in her hands, looking into her eyes passionately.

"My friends are going to use you now. And here's what 
you have to do… you will satisfy each and every one of 
them. Now I don't mean they just have to get off. I 
mean that whatever part of your body they decide to 
use, for however long, had better be the best 
experience they've ever had. I'm not going to untie 
you, so you'll just have to focus, concentrate." Wendy 
feels the head of David's cock pressing into her just-
whipped pussy. Rachel is standing beside him, stroking 
her boyfriend's cock and guiding it into Wendy. She 
reaches beneath with her other hand and finds Wendy's 
clit and pinches it.

"Whatever talents you have, you'd better start using 
them. David wants to feel the tightest, wettest pussy 
he's ever felt right now. I know you're good with it, 
baby. Squeeze him, stroke his cock with your sex. 
Anything you can do you'd better start doing. Make him 
cum with that pussy of yours."

Becca moves aside as Stephanie steps up to her and 
moves her pussy right up into Wendy's face.

"Stephie here will be using your mouth. Have you ever 
used your mouth on another woman before?" Wendy shakes 
her head. "Well, than here's your chance to prove how 
gifted you really are. Because inexperienced or not you 
are going to use your mouth to make Stephanie cum 
harder than she's ever cum in her life. Steph's used a 
lot of mouths in her time, and I'm confident that yours 
will be far and away the best. Isn't that right, 
Wendy?"

I zoom the camera in, eager to capture ever last detail 
as Wendy open her mouth and touches her tongue to the 
wet pussy of another woman for the very first time. 
She's shy about it, tentative. She flicks her tongue 
lightly back and forth, barely touching Stephanie. 
Suddenly David thrusts his large cock deep into Wendy's 
tight pussy, driving her forward. Stephanie grabs the 
back of Wendy's hair and hold her head still, grinding 
against her mouth. I can see wetness gleaming on 
Wendy's face and the movement of her jaw as she begins 
truly working to please this other woman. She moans 
into the redhead's pussy as the man behind her fucks 
her harder.

"That's it. Use that tongue. Make her cum, baby. I know 
you can do it. Think about what you're doing. I'm told 
you LOVE having your pussy licked. Just imagine that's 
YOUR pussy. What does that tongue have to do to satisfy 
you. Taste it. Is she as sweet as you, Wendy? We all 
watched you lick your own juices off your fingers just 
a little while ago. Does Stephie's pussy taste as good 
as your own?"

David pounds into her harder and faster. Wendy's tits 
are swaying beneath her, the nipples bright red from 
the whipping they'd received earlier, dangling with the 
weight of the clamps hanging from them now. 

"Don't forget to concentrate on what you're doing for 
David there," Becca taunts. "It's not fair for HIM to 
have to do all the work. I want him to be able to just 
stand there and let YOU do everything. You should be 
able to make him cum just by working your pussy on him. 
You work that tongue on Stephie AND you work your pussy 
on his cock. If he stopped moving at all and just stood 
there with his cock buried in your pussy he'd STILL 
better have the hardest fucking orgasm he's ever had. 
Understand me?"

Fortunately David doesn't just stand still, but fucks 
her savagely. He's slamming his cock into Wendy hard 
and deep, his jaw clenched and his face turning red 
with exertion. I can tell he's close.

Meanwhile, Wendy is really moving her mouth now, 
licking and sucking and fucking Stephanie's pussy with 
her tongue. Steph's head is thrown back, her breasts, 
even smaller than Wendy's, shudder as her breathing 
catches in her chest. She grabs Wendy's head in both 
hands now and drives her sex into her mouth, grinding 
and bucking her hips. And finally she cums, crying out 
in ecstasy. At the same time David grunts and buries 
himself all the way into Wendy's tortured pussy. He 
cums deep inside her and she moans to feel the hot wash 
of his cum filling her.

Both step away from her at last and she gasps and tries 
to catch her breath. Through the camera I can see the 
flush of her face. She's embarrassed and hurting, but 
clearly she's also VERY turned on. I recognize the 
particular glaze of her eyes, the very distinct 
expression that she gets sometimes. It's obvious to me 
that she was about to cum herself, but just didn't 
quite get there.

"She was close guys, I can see it in her eyes," I say.

"Really," Becca breathes into Wendy's ear. "Well that's 
not going to happen. You will not cum tonight, I 
promise. Remember all that begging you were doing 
earlier? It's all on film, so you can watch it later if 
you'd like. All that begging and pleading you did to 
just be allowed to cum? You were teasing yourself with 
your fingers, giving ALL of us a real show, but not 
actually making yourself cum because you wanted his 
mouth. Well you should have just gotten yourself off, 
because it's too late now. You'll get close, but it 
will never pay off for you. Believe me, we're ALL very, 
very good at getting someone close but never taking it 
over the edge. So no matter what else happens tonight, 
you will not be cumming Wendy."

She whimpers under her breath at this promise. Her hips 
move slightly as she remembers pleasuring herself. And 
just to add to the torture, Rachel crawls beneath her 
and gives Wendy another first for the night; the first 
time another woman's tongue has ever touched her pussy. 
Wendy gasps and her eyes shoot open at the brush of 
Rachel's very talented tongue across her clit. 

"Don't get your hopes up," Becca sneers. "Rachel is 
better than any of us at teasing. She'll ride you right 
to the edge for hours but you'll never get past that."

Now Chris steps up in front and strokes his large cock. 
Wendy stares at the thick shaft, covered with ridges 
and veins, pumping in and out of his fist. She sees the 
huge head, swollen and purple and glistening with 
precum. And then it's pressed into her mouth and she 
feels the smooth glans glide over her tongue and into 
her throat. He begins fucking her mouth.

"Are you good at sucking cock, little Wendy?" Becca 
glances at me and I shrug non-commitally. "You're much 
better at this," she says, reaching down and running 
her fingers alongside Rachel's tongue working deep into 
Wendy's pussy. "Aren't you? You're better at using 
other people's mouths than your own. Or that's what I'm 
told anyway. Well you'd better pray that's not the 
case. You had better have the best mouth Chris here has 
ever felt. The rules still apply."

Wendy makes a noise, indistinct around the thick cock 
filling her mouth.

"What's that? Oh, I never explained the rules. Oops. 
Well, I said that if you did what you were told that 
you might not mind tonight too much. I've already 
punished you myself, and if you do your job right 
that's all the punishment you'll get. Your job, as I've 
explained, is the satisfy everyone here. To MORE than 
satisfy them. You've got to make them forget every 
other women they've ever fucked or tasted. Your body 
had better be the best at every single thing they 
choose to use it for."

Stephanie has now taken up position behind Wendy and 
donned a large black strap on dildo. She grabs Wendy's 
hips and thrusts the large head into Wendy's tight 
puckered asshole. As I said before Wendy has never had 
anal sex but the idea of it seriously turns her on. Now 
she's hit with the reality of it as she's stretched and 
invaded by the hard strap on, wielded expertly by the 
woman that she herself had just eaten to orgasm. She 
screams out, but Chris fills her mouth, pumping faster. 
And Rachel continues teasing her with her mouth, 
pushing fingers inside her and reaching up to fondled 
her nipples, twisting the clamps painfully.

"Because, sweet Wendy, when everyone is done with you… 
I'll ask them what they thought. Once everyone has had 
a chance to do everything they want to you, no matter 
how many times they want to fuck or use you, and no 
matter how long that takes, I'll sit everyone down and 
we'll discuss you."

Becca is kissing the corner of Wendy's mouth, licking 
the shaft of Chris' cock as it moves in and out of her, 
then whispering seductively into her ear.

"And if even one single person has to so much as THINK 
about whether or not you were absolutely the best fuck 
they've ever had… even even one single person here is 
less than completely and totally fucking blown away by 
you… well then, every single person here will get to 
whip you."

Stephanie drives her dildo harder and faster into 
Wendy's ass as Rachel pauses with her mouth to allow 
something like Wendy's TWENTIETH near-orgasm to pass 
before resuming licking and fucking her.

Chris moans loudly and holds Wendy's head still as he 
cums, spurting into her warm, wet mouth and making her 
swallow every drop. Even as she struggles to suck and 
milk the cock in her mouth, she hears Becca continue…

"Think about it, baby. Was that the best cocksucking 
he's ever had? Do you think that's the most he's ever 
cum in someone's mouth? What about the others? Is yours 
the best pussy Rachel's ever tasted? Or the best tongue 
Steph's ever used?"

Stephanie pulls the dildo out of Wendy's ass and Rachel 
stops licking Wendy's pussy JUST as she was about to 
cum. Of everything that's happened so far, possibly the 
worst is that NEAR-orgasm. She was SO close that time 
that it's painful. Almost more painful that the clamps 
and the whips and the fucking.

"You'd better hope no one even pauses to THINK about 
how good you are tonight, baby."

And of course it plays out just like I knew it would. 
Everyone spends the next several hours using Wendy in 
every possible way. We untie and retie her in different 
positions. We make her put on shows for us. Sometimes 
we make her decide what we do to her next, or who the 
next person to take a turn will be. Sometimes she has 
to crawl on her hands and knees to the next person and 
beg to be used or abused. Sometimes she's tied and 
gagged and has no choice about who or what.

But when all is said and done, it comes down to this.

"Alright everyone. Now's the time. We've all had our 
turns and done we all done everything we could possible 
want to do to this young woman. What's the verdict? Was 
everyone satisfied? One at a time I want a yes or a no. 
If everyone says yes than Ms. Wendy's night is finally 
finished. If any one of us even hesitates to say yes, 
than every single one of us gets to whip her, and Ms. 
Wendy's night is only just beginning. Yes or no."

Rachel: "Yes."

David: "Yes."

Stephanie: "Yes."

Chris: "Yes."

Becca looks into Wendy's eyes and smiles. Wendy's look 
of fear fades to relief when Becca says, "Yes."

Wendy sighs and almost sobs with relief. But Becca has 
one more surprise.

"Ah, not so fast. I said EVERYONE here needs to be 
satisfied. Every. Single. Person. And if anyone even 
thinks they might have missed even the tiniest bit of 
satisfaction than we're ALL going to spend the rest of 
the night whipping you."

Wendy looks confused. Hadn't everyone said 'yes'?

Becca turns to me and says, "Well?"

Wendy suddenly realizes what's about to happen and 
whimpers.

"Well," I say, hesitantly…

And that's enough. That little hesitation. That slight 
pause to consider. That seals it. 

Everyone grabs Wendy and we move her back into the 
bedroom, onto the bed where she's quickly tied and 
gagged. Becca begins handing out whips to everyone as 
they stand around the bed, looking down at sweet little 
Wendy, stretched out and helpless.

"Just out of curiosity, what weren't you satisfied 
with," Becca asks me.

I do my best imitation of the evil smile Wendy gave me 
so many times during our first night's game, when our 
positions were reversed.

"I just don't think she's been whipped enough," I say.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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