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holy joeÕs THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
ÒWhy do wealthy Koreans need a Ôbail outÕ but not inner-city black
kids?Ó
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Crab the dog
Issue No. 323
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Nudie Nursery
Chapter Four
Missy was taken down from the chair. Jasmine had pumped her ass
and spanked her bottom. Nothing else was required of her for now.
Brusquely she was shunted aside, and they came for me.
ÒOhhhh! I hurt very much!Ó Missy bawled. She stood bereft. The
ladies ignored her. Tensing her thighs together, she suddenly peed on the
carpet.
ÒMissy! Bad girl!Ó Jasmine declared. She slapped MissyÕs face. ÒGo
stand in the corner, you naughty girl!Ó Crying, Missy was led by Leslie into
a corner of the room. Leslie drew the girl along with a finger crooked into
her lovely pearl choker, using it as a collar. Leslie faced Missy into the
corner and let her stand there, hollaring over the state of her bottom, her
breasts thrust forward, her wrists pinned high behind her, the cheeks of
her ass clenched and churning and shaking, red as beets.
ÒDo you have to pee?Ó Jasmine asked me. I stood before the chair,
ready to mount. The seat dipped slightly where MissyÕs feet had weighed
upon it.
ÒPretty much,Ó I replied. I was truthful. There was no denying
myself to Jasmine. My body was bare and she could see all my tensings.
ÒDrink more,Ó Jasmine urged. Leslie fetched the teapot and I was
served another cup.
ÒIÕll pee on your carpet,Ó I protested, but Jasmine poured the tea
through my lips and I was forced to swallow it, lest it be spilt.
ÒNow up on the chair, dear,Ó Jasmine said. She cupped the cheeks of
my bottom and urged me up upon it. The big cushioned seat sighed. My
toes squirmed on its leather. Some of the whipped cream and honey on
Missy had dripped to the surface of the seat and it was slick there.
ÒMmmm, nice,Ó Kerri said, grasping my tits and squeezing them.
ÒGod, what a great ass!Ó Leslie remarked. I was on display now,
presenting my white bottom. I drew in my cheeks and they whistled at me.
I felt like a treasure put up for auction. Except the crowd was nothing but
vandals.
ÒSheÕll feel delicious when weÕve warmed her up,Ó Jasmine said.
She palmed my cheeks. ÒIÕm going to toast these lovely bottoms of yours,
Kelly!Ó she said to me. Her voice was happy. I tried to draw myself away
from her and she laughed. ÒYou wonÕt be so modest when IÕve switched you
up,Ó she told me.
Kerri fingered my dell. ÒDonÕt hesitate to pee,Ó she whispered to me.
ÒThe last one is always permitted to pee in the chair. Go on my hand when
you do it!Ó I blanched. I had to pee, but now that sheÕd asked me to go on
her I felt a sudden recalcitrance. Like when youÕre a small girl and you
decide to pee in the pool, and then suddenly canÕt because youÕre wearing
your swimsuit. You agree with yourself to go, secretly, so you donÕt have
to quit playing. But your bladder just wonÕt let go. Kerri saw my
recalcitrance and tickled my nest. ÒDonÕt worry, IÕll help you,Ó she
confided. ÒJust think of yourself in a waterfall, then youÕll pee. Do it on
my hand and IÕll make them stop whipping you! I promise!Ó Her eyes
glowed at me. She bent and kissed my tummy. ÒYou are so sweet,Ó she
said. ÒI hate to see you marked but it wonÕt hurt too much, I hope. We can
sleep together afterward.Ó
Jasmine, meanwhile, had fetched ointment and was polishing up her
leather riding crop. She wanted it to sting as much as it could, she said.
While she prepared her implement Leslie went to Brent and checked on the
condition of his cock. ÒSoon weÕll begin with you, sir,Ó she said very
meekly to him, but under her meekness I sensed the attitude of a lioness.
She was hungry for his cock and, worse, she was hungry to do awful things
to it and see his reaction. Brent was so hard by now heÕd wisely ceased
pleasuring himself. He was on a hair trigger, ready to cum. He drew back
from LeslieÕs seeking hands but she would not be denied. She grasped his
organ and gave it a quick inspection. They had not met before today. They
did not even know each otherÕs last names.
ÒYouÕre one of the biggest males IÕve seen,Ó Leslie said frankly. She
handled his balls and yanked his cock up toward his stomach. ÒIs the
underside of the penis the most sensitive part?Ó she asked.
ÒDonÕt you know?Ó Brent replied.
ÒI like women, mostly,Ó Leslie answered. ÒBut if a man is big
enough I suppose I can get interested. I like the challenge of a big cock,
you know? Sometimes its hard to get it in me, I fuck so little with men.Ó
She kissed the underside of my loverÕs penis. ÒYes, I see how you flinch,Ó
she said. ÒYou shouldnÕt have rubbed yourself so much, sir. Now youÕre on
the brink, and IÕm not even ready yet. WeÕll start your punishment here, I
think, where youÕre most sensitive. Have you ever had it put in a vise?Ó
ÒA vise?Ó Brent gasped.
ÒYes, a vise, darling. I heard you were coming so I borrowed one this
morning from my friend. She runs a carpentry store. I have it in my purse.
IÕll set it up on the lamp table and we can put you in it so youÕll behave and
not cause any trouble.Ó She gazed at his body. ÒSuch big muscles! They
look like theyÕll rip right out of your tux! Please undress now, weÕll be
ready soon. I wouldnÕt want your tux stained or anything. Ohhh! YouÕre
dripping! DonÕt drip pre-cum on my hand, sir! IÕm a lesbian, remember?
YouÕll have to receive extra punishments for that, you naughty boy!Ó She
shook his cock, like she was shaking a hand, then turned and left. As she
walked away from him she purposely waggled her ass. ÒRemember darling,
no fucking. WeÕre lesbians! When weÕre through with you you can dispose
of your seed in Missy or Kelly.Ó
Brent was beside himself. I knew he was not the least bit
interested in having his penis punished, yet he tore off his tux like a
madman. Girls were easy for him. Missy, myself. But these lesbians,
promising to do awful things to his cock, were another matter entirely.
Like a schoolboy asked to pork the teacher after class he undressed
himself and then followed Leslie over to where she stood by the lamp
table.
Leslie had begun emptying her purse onto the lamp table. She looked
up at Brent as if he was new in the room, a new arrival and she some kind
of customs official. ÒThat side,Ó she said, pointing to the side of the lamp
table opposite her. ÒJasmineÕs decided she wants you punished at the
same time as Kelly, so you and she can watch each other. YouÕll be bonded
after this, hmmm? Partners in love, desire, and pain. It will be like
birthing children together.Ó
Brent, mesmerized, presented his big organ and waited. He watched
as Leslie set up a vise on the table top. Jasmine, meanwhile, finished
polishing up the crop and laid it across the cheeks of my bottom. It felt
smooth. I knew it would impart an entirely different feeling in just a few
moments.
ÒCan you see your lover okay?Ó Jasmine asked me. I nodded. Brent
was standing beside me, I on the seat and he on the floor, I offering my
bottom and he his penis. ÒWatch him as I whip you,Ó Jasmine said. ÒYouÕll
see his face show every emotion as we deal with his penis.Ó
ÒPlease donÕt hurt him!Ó I blurted.
ÒHeÕll be fine, darling. Just a little sore,Ó Jasmine smiled. ÒAnd
now for you, sweet. Call for the first stroke. YouÕre a big girl.Ó
My wrists had been attached to the back of my pearl choker by the
ever-helpful Kerri. My breasts offered themselves. My bottom bulbed
behind me, white-fleshed, inviting. I felt as if I were nothing but bosom
and bottom, with my shaky knees holding it all up. My tummy felt queasy.
I heard myself swallow.
ÒOne,Ó I said quietly.
ÒWhat?Ó Jasmine asked.
ÒPlease, um, spank my bottom...Ó I said, softly as I could.
ÒWell, I donÕt expect you to yell, but I donÕt expect you to talk like a
little mouse either,Ó Jasmine scolded. ÒSay it loud enough for everyone to
hear.Ó
ÒPlease spank my bottom!Ó I blurted.
ÒI have a crop,Ó she teased.
ÒPlease crop my bottom,Ó I said.
ÒYou mean you want me to hurt this precious soft pumpkin of
yours?Ó she asked. She made me flinch as she touched a finger to my
heinie.
ÒYessss,Ó I hissed. I stuck my bottom back at her, mooning her with
it, I was so tense and nervous and awkward. If it must be, then do it, for
GodÕs sake!
And she did. Jasmine drew her arm back and delivered a royal
stroke, whipping the crop into my hinds so hard I nearly toppled over the
chairback. I howled. I felt tears spring instantly to my eyes. I was off to
a difficult start, but at least it had begun. The tenseness had burst and I
heard myself screaming.
WHACK! Another blow caught me just as I regained my balance.
Kerri, whoÕd pushed me upright, using my bosoms like they were handles,
almost fell down. I keened out a howling moan. Behind me my bottom felt
like IÕd been stung by a line of wasps. It felt tight and hot and I squeezed
it inward, hoping to throw off the pain. Jasmine rewarded me with
another blow. It left a sizzling strip of fire in its wake and I shook my
ass all about, disorderly and lewd. My chubby cheeks were awash in pain.
It burned in hot lines across me and I thought I would evaporate through
my asshole. In my clenchings, sobbing and howling, I glanced to my right
and saw my lover being fitted into a vise. Carefully, with tender hands,
Leslie put BrentÕs organ into a big iron jaw. It held him at the base of his
cock, trapping him against the table. Slowly Leslie closed the vise on his
dick. When he seemed unable to escape she looked up at him with her big
doe-like eyes.
ÒStruggle, try to escape,Ó she urged. Brent, caught by only his dick,
tried to pull it from the vise. SheÕd cuffed his wrists behind him and he
quickly found that heÕd indeed gotten himself into a jam.
ÒIÕm-- IÕve never been like this before,Ó my lover gasped. He looked
down at his huge organ. It was snug in the vise and the iron jaws would
not let go.
ÒGood,Ó Leslie observed. She tickled the underside of his cockhead
with her fingertips. ÒNow we can have a little discussion about feminism,
sir.Ó
Jasmine delivered my blows with plenty of time between strokes for
me to recover. She wanted me to be able to watch my lover and see his
defilement. After all, he had chosen to have me whipped with the crop. I
felt like I was part of some kind of bizarre marriage, where the partners
were joined by mutual suffering. Yet, with Kerri tickling my dell and
Leslie pleasuring BrentÕs penis, it was not all pain. It was a mixture, and
between my sobs I wondered if marriages, if done in this way, would last
longer than church-made ones.
Leslie began BrentÕs torment by producing a thermometer. She told
him she would take his temperature by poking it in his peehole. But first,
she wished to stuff as much of him down her throat as she possibly could.
ÒThis is an excellent way to train, donÕt you think?Ó she asked Brent.
ÒI mean, usually the man just rams it in. How can a girl learn that way?
Here, with you so nicely trapped, I can take my time. IÕm new at this so it
may take awhile.Ó She bent and began by suckling just his cockhead. Then
she worked more of him into her as she was ready. Bent over, her bottom
made a marvelous target. Jasmine turned from me a moment and whacked
her friend.
ÒYeeeeow!Ó Leslie cried. She lurched upright and clapped her hands
to her bottom. It had been a real stinger, and she hooted at the ceiling,
finally gasping and just holding her cheeks a while, massaging herself.
Brent, meanwhile, wet with her saliva, could only wait for her to comfort
herself.
ÒEr, I have to pee,Ó Brent said.
ÒUmmmm, guess youÕll have to wait,Ó Leslie told him. ÒYouÕre the
one who ordered red bottoms for us all.Ó She broke open a condom and
slipped the end of it over his cockhead. ÒThere, that should keep you from
peeing,Ó she said. Then she went to check on Missy. The girl still stood in
the corner, sobbing quietly. Her head was hung down and I imagined her
bosoms must be wet with her tears.
ÒAre you thinking about behaving?Ó Leslie asked Missy.
ÒGo Ôway! YouÕre mean!Ó Missy sobbed.
ÒWell, youÕre a cocksucker!Ó Leslie replied. MissyÕs chin rose. She
sniffled.
ÒA cocksucker?Ó she asked.
ÒYes, darling, youÕre a cocksucker and I want you to come over and
suck BrentÕs cock right now!Ó Leslie told her.
ÒOhhh, goody! Can I bite it too?Ó Missy asked. ÒHeÕs the one who
ordered me spanked, isnÕt he?Ó
ÒYes, darling,Ó Leslie replied. She untied MissyÕs wrists. ÒWe girls
would never do awful things to each other unless these evil men made us.Ó
ÒHi! I have no bio and no computer! Yes I know, someone shoot me
please,Ó writes Nichole Grabe.
Mad Hatter
by Nichole Grabe
He got a new pair of shoes with an inside of glass,
So he could break in his future painfully
And in that way let go of the past in less time.
Sitting at a mass grave of a dining hall he sighed,
And wondered why the tea party ended
Why the teamouse died and his cohorts disbanded.
He ate stale scones to pass the moldy, long days,
So again the shoes would expand and begin to feel real,
With the deep, scaring bites of finished relationships.
The Mad Hatter has a crook in his nimble hands,
And sits and tells silly tales to the air that seem myth,
Now, person fragments now, you are invited to sit in.
He tells you to get new shoes for he does too,
And a lovely, plumed hat for your unstable head,
So that from upper, from lower the ideas will sink in.
Until all the time in the world has adjusted to you,
Then we can walk with ease
He says that is the best way, the way of nature, to forget.
But forward forget no one, that is the way to be born,
The clouds are waves again, see them in the sky,
And if you can see the stars are out at noon all is done.
He lets go of your hand, gives you the prettiest rose and
Loves-you-not. He leaves on a horse made of silk,
And cheese, blood, left of the once feet.
Dirt was seen in a rainbow today, the shoes you have are
Worn in. You knew the day was coming, you know it should
Be madness, but the shoes are there and do not hurt at all.
(I have no idea what that poem was about. But itÕs nice to get poems from
girls. -h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
The Power of Little Girls
ÒAsked what she thought of the Spice Girls, [Kim Gordon] said, ÔI
think theyÕre totally ridiculous. ... TheyÕre masquerading as little girls.
ItÕs repulsive.ÕÓ
Nonetheless...
ÒWorld domination took mere months. Nelson Mandela said
meeting them was Ôone of the greatest moments of my life.Õ Prince
Charles recently quipped that he might consider taking over as their
manager.Ó
- Newsweek, December 29, 1997, pg. 90, on the Spice Girls.
( I want to meet Baby Spice. - h.j.)
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