("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Leak - 11 Nasty Pierre (no address provided) *** The continuation of a gently rough love story. (Ff, ped, reluc, bd) *** Chapter Eleven: Discipline's Light As usual Thelma was truly proud of herself. What irony she pondered, what extreme twists of fate. What a wild wonderful life she's had, a perpetual roller coaster of delightful opportunities, and for this happiness to arrive just now, as she enters her twilight years, was more than a reward for being honest with herself, it was proof of God. Bigg had always loathed her, not that he actually liked anyone. But he hated Thelma because she'd been adopted into the family for reasons unbeknownst to him, and she was always treated as an equal by their father, Badd Paines. Bigg felt it was unfair father considered the youngest equal to the eldest, and as a devout male chauvinist, the fact she was female made it that much worse. Thelma was adopted by the late Mr. Badd Paines, as a favor to a cohort in crime. Thelma was the daughter of a man he had known since childhood. They'd been a team since the day their mothers brought them together, quickly becoming inseparable. They grew into a pair of extremely sinister men, greedy and devoid of feelings or remorse, perfectly suited to the powerful connections they established with the more unsavory politicians infesting the Democratic and Republican parties. It was in Washington they met and formed an unholy alliance with America's vilest enemies, and with their help, a dynasty rivaling all. Thelma, now Laura's governess, ordered an end to all of Laura's privileges. She put a stop to the endless flow of servants who'd served the girl for the last fifteen years. She forbade Laura to have visitors, or for the girl to leave her room without permission. Anything Laura received from that moment on would be from Thelma, or someone of the old woman's choosing. Thelma was thoroughly pleased with her late brother's granddaughter. The little slut's sexual ignorance and easily stirred frustrations surpassed Thelma's wildest expectations. Never had a pupil surrendered so completely, in such utter defeat, and in such short time as young Miss Paines. Thelma felt powerful, tingly, riding her mind like a motorcycle up and down wide boulevards of erotic madness and insanity, quite out of control. She envisioned herself the matriarch of Paines Manor as surely as she now was the matriarch of Miss Paines. Thelma was lying back on her bed, settled comfortably into a large soft crater of satin and silk. The early morning sun peeked through a crack along the window curtain's length. The room was aglow with its warm light, while zillions of motes danced quietly in its thin stream. Thelma arched her back, once again surrendering to Fifi's caresses. The chubby blind mute had been slaving away for the last hour on her hands and knees between Thelma's legs. Her tongue smarted terribly and her mouth was stuffed with Thelma's curly hairs. Her plump cheeks were brightly crimsoned from the constant slaps they'd received at the hands of her mistress. Her eyes were swollen, her face wet with tears. Laura could barely doze off. She'd been unable to sleep while lying on the cold stone floor, chained to the bed in which Thelma slept, the wonderful bed that once belonged to her mother, a bed she thrilled jumping into as a child whenever mother left their adjoining door unlocked for her to slip through. Whether early in the morning or late at night, she could enter the room and climb into the large cozy bed. Then she could be with her mother, cuddling before breakfast or cowering together under sheets during a terrible storm, in this safe place. But those days were gone and it was today. Her mother's bedroom has now been ransacked and much of the rug's been taken up, baring a floor made of stone slabs. For Laura, this day began long before morning's first light, when the boys were yet fast asleep, their greedy hands and mouths crammed with Fifi, and sweet dreams. The maid dozed between them in an uncomfortably disturbed nightmare dictated by the two parasites feeding from her ripe body. Laura was yet lying with Thelma engulfed in the older woman's hot sweaty form. At one point Thelma had stopped kissing and licking the exhausted girl long enough to hand her a thick black leather collar. "Here, Miss Paines," Thelma whispered. "Slip this round your neck and bring the ends together properly, so I can lock it in place." Laura took the stiff collar from Thelma timidly, with her long fingers and thumbs. She was taken with its thickness and breadth, by the small metal eye, and subsequent metal slot. She turned it quizzically in her hands, knowing it to be a dog collar, but unsure of its intent. Then she saw passed the collar, Thelma looking down at her, holding a small lock in hand, waiting. Laura sensed the woman's impatience and brought the collar down while lifting her head from the bed enough to slip it round her own neck. Laura took in the leather's smell as she brought the ends of the band together in front of her. She found its width uncomfortable, having to lift her chin to accommodate it, but it was well measured to her throat. Thelma had Laura bring the ends of the collar together and work the metal ring through the slot, buckling it tight. Then Thelma slipped the lock through the ring and clicked it closed. Thelma then produced four more cuffs, one for each of the young lady's ankles and wrists. Laura took each one and belted it in place for her mistress to secure. Laura gasped in sorrow when she espied the ball gag in Thelma's hand and turned her head to one side. Yet, fret as she may, neither hand rose in defense and without a will to resist, she opened her mouth obediently when the ball approached. Remembering the past pain and discomfort while on the table, she opened her mouth wide as she could. She was hoping to make things easier for herself, but the ball gag was far too large and Laura panicked as Thelma planned making it fit. The woman twisted, turned and worked the big rubber ball painfully into the little mouth. Laura's small dainty hands finally moved, going to her mouth's defense only to end up fluttering about nervously, touching gently Thelma's big burly hand as it worked. But, they dared not interfere as the hand finished fitting the ball passed Laura's teeth and into the small cavity with a squish, and an exasperated 'Oooomph,' from Laura. Laura gagged, choked and gasped to the intrusion of so much rubber, her head lifting from the bed enough for Thelma, who deftly brought the strap's ends together and fastened them securely. Laura's hands moved to touch her own cheeks, to comfort her strained mouth, but a sharp look from Thelma made her think otherwise. The look reminded her of the rules and she let her arms drop to her sides in resignation. Thelma climbed out of the bed and disappeared into a dark corner of the room with Laura looking on in fear. Laura strained to keep her hands at bay, her body from shaking and arching in concerns beyond her wildest imagination. Her eyes darted from the ceiling, to the door, to Thelma and back again, over and over. After some time and short refrain of a lively tune, Thelma turned humming the finish, with birch rod in hand. When Laura saw it, she began convulsing. The long willowy stick was about as thick as a thumb and tapered into a fine wispy end. Thelma held it out for Laura to view and wove it about. She smiled wickedly while walking toward her trembling wide-eyed victim. She sat down on the bed near her, giving fear time to spread. Laura's eyes darted between Thelma's and the menacing cane. Thelma turned Laura onto her side, so she could fasten the girl's wrists together behind her back, then clipped the girl's anklets together and commenced speaking softly. "Miss Paines," she began, with a most wicked smile, "tonight I will administer a severe punishment, plus a pinch for good measure. It should prove a most valuable lesson for you, so learn well." The old woman was whipping the long stick back and forth in the air rapidly, motion and sound mesmerizing Laura and leaving her breathless. "Then tomorrow you will receive another punishment in front of my boys. In this way I will bring you face to face with humility, and chase away any lingering doubts you may yet have about the importance of the rules." She brought the stick down in a series of quick, smart swats that took the sheet off the bed and made Laura jump. "I hope to emphasize the importance of your obedience to me. To the rules and me. And dear girl, please learn from the severity of this discipline," Thelma explained. Laura was already weeping in muffled protests as Thelma cinched her knees with a belt and finished tying her big toes together with a ribbon. Laura looked up through her tears at Thelma rising. She looked up shaking her head violently back and forth. Her immense breasts wobbled back and forth on her small chest in giant waves of despair. Thelma glared down at the terrified teenager in a growing anger, while using the cane to produce a whistling sound in the air. She was feeding on Laura's fear and waited for the right moment. "Lie still girl. Perfectly still, or it will hurt all that much more," Thelma ordered. Reaching down with her left hand, she took the nipple of Laura's right breast firmly between her thumb and index finger. She clamped down on the long pink nub and yanked the breast taut, pulling and lifting Laura off the bed slightly. She caused the girl's body to bow, to arch from the bed provocatively. Laura soon hung like the scales of justice, her head resting on the bed, dangling from one end of her breast, her legs and toes stretched and tense, resting on the bed from the other end. Thelma stood in the center, holding her female scale with a sadistic pride, the goddess of justice herself. Laura heard two sounds and felt a pain she would remember for the rest of her life. They were the whistling of the birch rod through the air, its sharp crisp landing, and its bite. The first one landed on Laura's milky white thighs as Thelma brought it down hard as she could. Laura spasmed to the pain, as she dangled from the end of her own breast. The pain shot through her body and she withered in an involuntary attempt to wrench free. Thelma squeezed the nipple harder, taking a firmer grip and successfully stilled the girl. She scrutinized her handiwork with a smile. A long, dark purple welt appeared across Laura's thighs, imbedded in the baby soft skin, flecks of blood permeating its gruesome design. Delighted with her first result, a crazed look came over Thelma. Her heart started pumping faster and her adrenaline kicked in. She raised the willowy stick high into the air and brought it down again, harder then before, careful to cross the first mark. The second lashing formed another giant blood speckled line across the beautiful thighs. The hysterical teenager strained and pulled against her captive breast like a wild animal in a deadly bear trap. She was no longer concerned about ripping her nipple from the breast, as the birch rod began to play a lively selection of whistling tunes, all of them landing with terrible devastation. Welt after welt sprang up in small 'X's that burned into Laura's tender skin, and mind. Thelma used the girl's nipple and breast to play her as an angler might a freshly snagged trout. She gave the teen only so much room to jump, before reeling her in close. Tears streamed from poor Laura's bulging eyes and saliva drooled out from behind her gag in profusion. In moments, both coated her face, head, neck and chest. After an eternity of jumping around to the birch rod's tune, Laura realized Thelma had stopped. The whistling was gone, but the pain remained. Through her tear- blurred eyes, Laura watched Thelma kneel onto the bed close to her head. Then she watched the old woman swing her big behind up and over. It straddled Laura's head and landed on her face once again. Thelma took her time adjusting her fat bottom on the smooth tear-soaked head, using it like a piece of toilet paper. She wiggled about like a mother hen warming her eggs, her big anus finally discovering its target, Laura's small pointed nose. Thelma's anus opened around Laura's beak and forced itself down over it. The woman's anal muscles worked on the poor nose until Thelma felt her rectum successfully devour the entire little plug. Ever the little devil, Thelma followed that with the most vulgar escapes of wind. The gas was sure to have filled the poor teen's head, drowning her senses and taking her higher than ever. Especially after Thelma had digested a meal of corned beef and cabbage. Thelma held her tiny stool steady, enjoying every moment of the girl's suffering. She surveyed the long lovely body stretched out before her in all its glory. The anticipation of what was to come caused her sphincter muscle to clench, and chew on Laura's nose happily. Then the whistling began again, although Laura couldn't hear it. The birch rod now landed along the length of the teen's body, leaving welts that extended from her breasts, passed her belly, to her thighs. Laura began jumping around again, the movements forcing her nose to drill around in Thelma's asshole. She was forced to stir her nose deeper and deeper, in a sniveling, snorting agony that kept Thelma bucking in pleasure. And all the while, the long stick poured down like rain, its fine wispy end snapping loudly against the teen's tender purse, nipping at her labia, biting at her swollen clitoris. Five, ten, twenty times the whip landed on the beautiful creature, until an exhausted Thelma dropped the stick in fits of intense orgasms. They wracked through her body, causing her to topple from her perch onto the bed in utter satisfaction. There she lay until she caught her breath, exhausted and smiling contentedly. After catching her breath, Thelma rolled up next to her little slave and looked down on the raw chaffed face. With a satisfied smile, she cradled the girl in her arms. Laura's nose was now red and coated with a brown stickiness. "Miss Paines, I hope this little lesson has been helpful and cleared up any doubts you may have harbored about obedience to the rules," Thelma whispered into the teen's ear, while catching her own breath. Through tears and pains, Laura was desperately shaking her head up and down in acknowledgement. Laura wanted nothing more than to be cuddled, and wished her tormentor would hold and comfort her. But Thelma rose from the bed again, this time pulling Laura with her. She yanked the girl off the bed and threw her down onto the cold stone floor. She fastened the hysterical figure by her collar to one of the bed's feet, on a very short leash. "Keep quiet my dear little slut," was the last thing Thelma said, and her tone turned Laura's blood cold as the stone floor. Thelma hopped into bed and slept till just before morning's first light, when she went for Fifi. Laura had been unable to sleep lying on the cold floor, chained to the wonderful bed that once belonged to her mother. A bed she thrilled to jumping into as a child. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 82