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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Two
Kate lay within the bed. It was made of two furs, grey in color and
very fluffy, and both impossibly soft and comfortable. And that was what
made it so frightening and insidious.
Maria herself had bathed Kate, upstairs, in a special bath of milk.
Maria said she didnÕt mind paying for the cost of filling an entire tub with
milk when the girl being bathed was as beautiful as Kate. She said that
milk was best for keeping a girlÕs skin tender and sensitive. Especially
when the girlÕs skin was, in MariaÕs words, Òsubjected to rough handling.Ó
And Kate had no doubt that it would be. Already her breasts had been
struck underneath by MariaÕs crop, leaving a red burning line there. An
older woman, perhaps, might hide the mark due to a natural sagging of her
breasts, but Kate was only 19 and her bosoms stood out as firm and
beautiful as if Michelangelo, in a randy mood, had sculpted them himself.
Kate brushed her hand across her belly. It hurt too, a bright set of
lines where Maria had stung her, as if trying to abort something, with her
nasty crop. The brush of KateÕs own fingers reminded her of how Maria
bathed her: with bare hands, so that even a bath sponge wouldnÕt rub too
harshly across KateÕs lovely porcelain skin. SheÕd suntanned it a little bit
and Maria scolded her for that.
ÒDear Kate,Ó Maria had said, washing her bottom as Kate lay in a
shallow tub of milk, her arms huddled beneath her and her heinie sticking
up through the milk. ÒYou must avoid the sun, dear, except for the purpose
of letting your master see a little tan to better show off the absolute
whiteness of your bottom. DonÕt ever tan your bottom, or your breasts.
Those are for your lover to tan, using his crop.Ó With anxious eyes Kate
had looked back at her lover, who stood watching, his pants a little full,
she thought, and his belt removed so that it dangled from his fist. Maria
gave KateÕs bottom a shower of little marauding kisses. Kate, afraid she
would be bitten, as Lisa had bitten her breasts, uttered up a scared little
yelp.
They had not hurt her in the bath. Downstairs, sheÕd been treated
like property, suffering even a cucumber up her virgin ass, but upstairs
she was given the rights of a princess. Fruit had been set out beside the
bath, a pear, two apples, and a half of cantaloupe. Maria had insisted that
Kate enjoy the fruit, and ask for more, if she wished, and anything else
that might please her.
ÒYou are to be spoilt, dear. That is part of your training also,Ó Maria
said to Kate as Kate sat huddling her knees to her chest, keeping her lover
from seeing how excited her bosoms were by all the attention she was
getting. Lisa, having undressed to douche herself while Kate was bathed,
now stood ready to serve any of KateÕs needs, though she had been hard on
Kate downstairs and Kate, casting a snub-nosed glance at her, felt
determined not to like her.
Eventually, with a little persuading, the milk she sat in getting a
little cold, Kate accepted the cantaloupe from Lisa and spooned it greedily
into her mouth. She ate it right down to the rind, and even ate the
maraschino cherry that came with it, though she preferred fresh cherries.
Maria ordered Lisa to bring cheddar cheese and chilled chicken from the
fridge downstairs. Kate sat like a hungry little animal in the tub, her bath
finished, and ate all the food they brought her. Then Maria rinsed her off
with warm water from a hand-held nozzle and put her to bed.
Naked. That was the clincher, Kate thought, as she lay between the
fuzzy furs that kept her nipples perpetually tickled. She was very nude,
her skin still feeling tingly and refreshed from her bath, but her left wrist
had a pair of handcuffs attached to it. The manacle intended for her other
hand was cuffed to the headboard. It was a headboard with many rails in
it, between the left and right bedposts. It would have been a simple
matter for them to lift both KateÕs hands above her head and cuff them
both, with the chain between the cuffs behind a rail in the headboard. But
instead the cuff intended for her other wrist had been attached to the rail.
It was a symbol of her bondage, and her freedom within her bondage. Kate
had no illusions that she would find herself bound both-handed in the cuffs
before long, but for the moment, as she lay in the darkness of the bedroom,
she was free to use her right hand as she wished. She passed it again over
her belly, lower this time, beneath the marks, just grazing the soft tuft of
fur that grew where her legs met.
How could she masturbate herself, knowing what they had planned
for her? Downstairs, sitting on the carpet, she had still been lost in her
post-orgasmic reverie. But now her senses had returned. She could feel
her bottom bulbing so sensitively underneath her, the fur rubbing it softly,
her skin dreaming, nightmarishly, of the crop that would flog her there
soon. At the moment her bottom was all comfy. She savored the feeling
of freedom and pleasure that rubbing her bottom against the fur gave her.
Yet her lover, and Maria, had promised her that she would not be able to sit
down in the carriage on her ride back to the center of town. Nor in the cab
that came to pick her up, after her master let her out, for she would ride
alone back to the college, he said. He would be too busy getting to work to
take her all the way back to the college.
Kate flexed her thighs. Her ankles were secured to the baseboard of
the bed. She had watched them tie her feet. She wore pretty red pumps.
They had spikes on their heels. A soft white rope, crossing several times
over each of her ankles, and over the straps of her pretty red shoes, bound
her feet. They were spread wide apart. Kate felt thankful for the fur
draped over her body, for without it anyone who came in the bedroom
would have seen her muff. It was well-displayed, under the concealing
layer of fur, splayed and open and too moist for a proper young college
freshman. Kate wondered what her mother would say, if she knew her
daughter was skipping class and lying here instead, feeling her bare
bottom rub against the fur underneath her as she tested the bonds that
held her feet.
Yes. She was trussed quite tightly, like a turkey might be, except
turkeys could simply be open and spread for stuffing to be put inside them.
She was like a live turkey, Kate realized. She was waiting for the
butcherÕs axe, or her loverÕs penis, and sheÕd been promised a date within
the barn, no less, where turkeys might once have been slaughtered for the
Thanksgiving feast.
What was in the barn? Kate found herself wondering why a cultured
woman like Miriam, living within the city, in a proper townhouse, would
speak of having a barn out back, and animals housed inside it. Just the
thought of being taken out back to a real barn made Kate desperate to pass
her hand between her legs and rub herself.
They had not forbid her pleasure. Maria, kissing her goodnight, had
not mentioned the matter, like a mother who wishes to turn a blind eye to
her childrenÕs sins. Yet Maria had directed Lisa on how to bind Kate, what
manner of rope to use, how tight the knots should be made, and what
posture Kate should be left in when it all was done. Lisa had wanted to
cuff both KateÕs hands, but Miriam had told her not to. KateÕs lover,
waiting by the door, watched it all in silence. He still held his belt in his
fist and Kate had feared he might beat her with it when she was finished
being tied. Perhaps, she had thought, they left her one hand free to fend
off his blows.
Now Kate lay in silence, squirming a little on the fur, nude except
for her heels and decorative earrings that hung from her ears. They had
denied her a pillow. They wished to admire the effect of seeing her with
her legs upraised, fixed to the posts of the bedÕs baseboard. After Kate
had been tied Maria and Lisa and her lover stood admiring her, watching
her breath as it made her belly ripple and her bosoms rise and fall.
Perversely, Maria had given Kate a pacifier to suck. Kate held it still
between her lips, feeling the big plastic nipple as it lay on her restless
tongue.
Kate could feel her soft hair lying about her face. Maria had braided
it for her, after her bath, braiding just the strands in front, leaving a
little hanging free round her eyes and a great swathe of her lovely hair
free in back. Whenever Kate moved her head she felt the odd duality of the
braids, tugging at her head whilst her bangs hung down in her eyes. She
felt a luscious sense of being bound yet free, tied up yet still able to
move, to toss her head and flex her knees and rub her bottom against the
fur, while playing with her pubic hair with the fingers of her right hand.
Surely she must be made to suffer for all this luxury. And she knew
she would be. She was like a sacrificial lamb, cared for and fed and
decorated with ribbons, only to be ripped apart by the priest. Beside her,
on the nightstand, lay yet more fruit, surrounded by ice that Lisa had been
forced to haul up from the kitchen downstairs. A small bowl of cream lay
beside the strawberries, for dipping, if Kate should ever get hungry enough
to stop playing with the curls of her pubic hair. And next to the cream
was a dish of cheese, and beside that, all within reach of Kate, lay a
bottle of wine, kept chilled in an ice bucket. A little bell sat next to the
bucket of wine, in case Kate should need help in drinking it. The cork was
already popped. Kate could, she mused, merely pour the wine on herself.
Nobody had told her not to make a mess. Yet, somehow, she wished to be
elegant, to be as fine a creature as Maria and her lover wished her to be.
She was no longer a college girl, serious about her studies, and silly on
the weekends. She was a pinup, a poster girl, made for the camera. She
was a dream girl, fresh from her bath and ready for love.
And in all that luxury, in all the special and fine comfort, Kate could
only wonder and wait. She told herself to sleep but the apprehension she
felt about what they still promised to do to her kept her awake. Kate
looked at the little silver bell beside her bed. It glowed at her, smugly, as
if it knew what she was in for and cared not the least if she suffered. It
had seen other girls, she knew. Girls who didnÕt listen to their mother to
study and be good in school and instead ran away with a lover. To play
wicked games. Games where people lost their clothes and got fucked and
spanked. And tied to a bed between soft layers of fur, to wait for morning
and a trip to the barn.
Kate felt a hopeless sense of longing brewing within her. She tried
to restrain her hunger, not that in her belly, which sheÕd fed, but that just
below, between her widespread legs. SheÕd been fucked in her ass at the
party downstairs, not her cunt. She longed to find her lover in the room,
his penis bare, pressing it between her legs and forcing her to take him.
ÒNo!Ó Kate cried. She tossed her head on the fur. She mustnÕt tease
and play with herself, just below where she was touching, where her pubic
fur opened upon a wondrous cleft that begged for attention.
ÒDid you call?Ó a shy voice asked. Kate, who had squeezed her eyes
shut, to better fight her desire, opened them again. She saw a figure in
the doorway. The door was open again, but it was not her lover standing
there.
A girl tossed back long hair and braids.
ÒShe has the same hairstyle as me!Ó Kate breathed to herself. And
she knew who had braided the hair that way. The figure in the doorway
crept closer. Kate saw a shirt but no panties. Between the girlÕs plump
thighs she saw wisps.
The girl flicked on the light. Kate blinked. She had grown
accustomed to the darkness. The girl wore a manÕs shirt. It was much too
big for her and one of her shoulders was bare, for the shirt on that side of
her body had fallen free of her and hung down round her arm. The shirt
was only partly buttoned in front. It left her bosoms mostly uncovered, as
well as her belly. Just one button was closed across her middle to keep
her modest. Where the shirt flared Kate saw hips as bare as her own.
Between naked legs a thatch of pubic hair grew. Kate needed a cock but
instead got a cunny, one to match her own, and perhaps just as wet.
ÒIÕm sorry. I didnÕt mean to wake you,Ó the girl apologized. She had
a finger in her mouth, tentatively, as if speculating about her presence.
She was white, with her skin just tanned a little, but not where her
private parts lay, for both her bosoms looked like marshmallows and there
was a band of pale flesh where she wore her swim panties in the sun. In
her right fist she clutched a riding crop. It was long and slender and it
had a tassel on its tip, making her look like a little elf whoÕd lost her
reindeer. She seemed to be tensing her bottom.
ÒYou didnÕt wake me,Ó Kate replied. Then, as if to make
conversation, she said, ÒI see you donÕt have any panties on either.Ó
ÒNo. Panties are a no-no here,Ó the girl replied. She had glossy red
hair and looked no older than Kate and her pubic hair, since she was so
young and obviously uncontrived, was the same color as the hair on her
head. Kate lay looking at her for a moment and then, wriggling her feet,
she asked,
ÒCould you please let me go?Ó
ÒOh, you shouldnÕt ask such a thing!Ó the redhead exclaimed. She
advanced closer to Kate. She seemed to find a bit of confidence in herself
and she drew in her breath, which made her bosoms rise so that the pert
nipples of her breasts popped free of the manÕs shirt she wore. The shirt
had slipped from her other shoulder as she walked and she had to stop and
heft it back up again, lest she remain bare bosomed. ÒYou may ask for
cake, and chocolate if you wish, and all the liquor you care to drink, but
you mustnÕt ask me to free you,Ó the girl said. She turned and inspected
KateÕs food. Kate saw that the girlÕs shirt was pinned up in back. It left
her bottom totally bare and accessible.
ÒCould you bring me something?Ó Kate asked. It seemed the only
thing to say. Perhaps, if she were a princess, she could force the girl to
bring her a knife.
ÒLet me whip you first,Ó the girl replied. ÒDonÕt you want any of
this nice fruit?Ó She probed the strawberries with an inquiring finger.
ÒDo you mind if I have one?Ó she asked. Kate didnÕt reply, so she picked
one up anyway and popped it in her mouth. It was big for her cheeks and it
distorted her mouth and she had to concentrate a moment to get it chewed
and swallowed.
ÒWhat do you mean, whip me?Ó Kate asked. She had dropped the
pacifier from her mouth when the girl opened the door but now the girl
picked it up and offered it to her again.
ÒHere, suck this,Ó the girl said. She seemed as artless as a new
pupil at school, yet she made Kate open her lips and receive the pacifier
inside her mouth, shoving it into her face until Kate accepted it. ÒYou
must be whipped on the backs of your thighs, to make you ready for
tomorrow when your bottom is flogged. IÕve brought some Estee Lauder
creme to soothe you after IÕm done.Ó The girl fished in her shirt pocket
which, owing to the largeness of the shirt, hung down at the level of her
belly. She drew forth a squirt tube of creme. ÒWould you like to roll over
and take it lying face down, or would you prefer to stand up for it?Ó
Kate sucked hard on her pacifier. She dared not speak. The girl
seemed serious about a whipping and twice now her questions had only
gotten her in trouble. The girl mused a moment. She drew back the top
layer of fur from KateÕs body and seemed to gaze at her as one might
examine a pony. The girl tossed her braids. ÒStanding up, then,Ó she
declared. ÒItÕs less comfy than lying down but I like seeing how a girl
does a little dance when sheÕs whipped standing up, lifting her feet, as if
that will spare her!Ó The redhead, with as much equanimity as any
experienced mistress, opened the drawer of the nightstand which was
surmounted with food and drew forth a tiny key. She bent over Kate and
reached for the headboard. Dangling her bosoms, which fell from her too-
large shirt, over KateÕs eyes, she unlocked the cuff that had held Kate to
the headboard.
Kate drew her hand down to herself. She was free! All the while a
key had lain in the top drawer of the nightstand, within reach, but Kate
had been musing too much on her bottom to even go looking for it. Now she
pushed her way past the redheadÕs bosoms and sat up in bed.
ÒLet me get your legs,Ó the redhead said. She kneed her way onto the
bed and crawled down to the baseboard. Kate found herself staring at the
girlÕs bottom, the lovely crack and its twin chubby cheeks on either side.
Both were as white as well-mixed porridge and the girl seemed not to
mind that Kate had a perfect view of her cunny and butthole. She dipped
her back, her knees too far apart, as if she feared closing them, and she
tugged at the ropes on one of KateÕs ankle and even bit into them.
ÒI have to use my teeth sometimes,Ó the girl explained, biting into
the ropes.
Kate, not wanting to wait on the girlÕs beneficence, reached for her
remaining ankle and began attacking the rope and its knot.
ÒDONÕT break your nails,Ó the redhead warned, looking up from her
work. ÒItÕs okay if I untie you but if either of us breaks a nail weÕre both
in hot water!Ó
Kate looked at the girl. ÒMy bottomÕs in hot water already,Ó she said
dryly.
ÒDonÕt be a smartass,Ó the girl replied with aplomb. ÒIÕll have to
give you extra strokes if you are. MistressÕs orders.Ó
ÒYou mean Maria?Ó Kate asked. She worked as quick as she could,
yet she found that her long nails inhibited her ability to untie the knot.
She realized why the redhead favored using her teeth.
ÒYou should learn to call her Mistress,Ó the redhead said. She bit
open the knot. With relief Kate felt herself able to draw her foot free of
the cords. She was just about to lift her foot and give the redhead a swift
kick out of bed when she noticed a shadow looming in the doorway.
ÒYou are both being good, are you not?Ó a womanÕs voice asked. Kate
saw it was Maria, stripped down to a corset that held her tightly about her
ribs and waist but left her bosoms free, supporting them just a little. The
corset was made of black leather. In MariaÕs hand she held a large whip.
Gasping, Kate realized it was nothing less than a bull whip!
Maria tossed her dark hair back and strode within the room. Unlike
the redhead, who was barelegged right down to her toes, Maria wore long
black thigh boots that matched her corset. Her waist was free of any
covering and when she was within the lighted room Kate saw her bush.
Maria lifted a leg and put it on a chair near the bed. There was a chamber
pot lying beneath the chair, waiting for Kate if she needed to use it
(provided someone came when she rang the bell and untied her). Maria bent
forward a little and saw that the pot was empty. Still holding the bull
whip in one hand, she thrust two fingers between her legs and spread her
cuntlips and peed. Kate watched, astonished, as Maria peed boldly right
into the chamber pot, her leg lifted as if she were some male dog out for a
walk.
With her foot still up on the chair, Maria tossed her hair back from
her eyes when she was done. Then she smiled at Kate and dropped her
booted-up leg back down to the floor. ÒShe has to do the backs of your
thighs, dear,Ó Maria said to Kate. ÒStand up and clutch at the ring where
the lamp used to be and IÕll lock your cuffs for you.Ó Maria looked at the
redhead, who was still bent over the baseboard, looping the rope around
the baseboardÕs left post so that it could be used again.
ÒCindy, have you been playing with yourself again?Ó Maria asked the
redhead. ÒYou seem to have your legs awfully far apart, as if you toyed
with your cunny too much out in the hall.Ó
ÒNo maÕam, I stood guard just like you said, waiting for the time to
come in, and listening for the bell,Ó Cindy replied.
ÒStuff and nonsense,Ó Maria exclaimed. She gave CindyÕs bare
bottom a hearty slap, making both her own bosoms and that of the girl
bounce like apples in a bobbing contest.
ÒOWWWW!Ó Cindy blurted. She yanked herself upright on the bed,
still kneeling, with her knees quite far apart. She put her hands to her
bottom and rubbed it.
ÒYou were playing with yourself out in the hall and Kate must have
called you just as you were almost at orgasm,Ó Maria said to the girl.
ÒThen, coming inside, you began to feel guilty, hmmm? So you pose
yourself like a slut on the bed, keeping your legs apart lest you cum even
while youÕre untying her!Ó
ÒNo maÕam!Ó Cindy cried, but Maria yanked the girl from the bed by
her hair.
ÒGo stand in the corner,Ó Maria said. ÒShow me that naughty bottom
of yours that IÕm going to test out my bullwhip on before I go visit the
barn!Ó
ÒOhhh, Boo! Hoo! I donÕt want to get whipped by THAT!Ó Cindy cried,
tears actually coming to her wide eyes, pointing at the bullwhip as she
nonetheless stumbled her way obediently toward the front corner of the
room, next to the door.
ÒBe good or IÕll make it snake around and hit your tummy,Ó Maria
said.
ÒOh no! DonÕt hurt my baby!Ó Cindy blurted.
ÒSheÕs three weeks pregnant and already sheÕs a worried mother,Ó
Maria tsked. Cindy faced into the corner and hung her head. Her hips
wriggled, as if needing something they werenÕt permitted to have. Kate
saw the girl draw her legs close and watched as both her hands dipped into
her dell.
CRAA-A-AACK! The sound of the bullwhip shooting across the room
and finding bare raw flesh was electrifying. CindyÕs back straightened and
lurched into a rearward fling as her hands flew from her dell to her
bottom.
ÒOwOOOOOO!Ó Cindy howled. She tossed her face skyward and her
long lovely red hair tumbled frantically down her back like streamers
flung from a float in a parade. Her bare heels leapt off the carpet and she
stood on tippie toe for what seemed like an eternity, her head thrown back
and her hands clutching her ass. Finally her feet began to stamp on the
floor and she seemed as if she were marching in place. After giving her
bottom a thorough rub, and still holding it, lest she be struck again, she
turned around and faced Maria with teary eyes.
ÒThat HURT!Ó Cindy pouted. The cheeks of her face were flushed and
she stuck out her lower lip as if that were an entitlement of suffering a
blow from the bull whip, an entitlement sheÕd now earned. ÒYou shouldnÕt
hurt me. IÕm pregnant. You might hurt my baby!Ó
ÒSuch a concerned mother,Ó Maria said mockingly. ÒI let one of my
studs screw you and now you think youÕre special. YouÕd better have a good
whip hand, young lady, from practising in the barn, or IÕll give you more
where that came from. Now get over here, if you want to have busy hands,
and tie up Kate!Ó
Cindy marched herself over to Kate, holding her bottom and skirting
Maria quite widely lest the booted woman let fly with another stroke.
ÒPut your hands up and grab the ring in the wall,Ó Cindy said to Kate,
still sniffling from her own whipping and keeping her hands protectively
over her ass. Kate, standing on the bed, reached up and caught hold of the
ring. She felt her bosoms press themselves against the wall. It was made
of stone, and it felt cold. And hard. KateÕs nipples scuffed the stone wall
and she was glad it was smooth.
Where her face rested, Kate found a thoughtful soul had covered the
wall with thick velvet. It ran from about KateÕs neck, right up to where
the ring was. It even stretched beyond, to the ceiling itself, and around
the entire room. Kate had not even noticed it until now. She had seen the
grey stone, and the deep, almost black purple above it, but it had seemed a
mere choice of design, serving no useful purpose. Now she was grateful
for the velvet and she pressed her nose into it as she felt the bed dip
behind her. Cindy mounted it, much surer footed in her bare feet than Kate
was, standing on the bed in her spiked heels. The girl reached up behind
Kate and took hold of the loose handcuff dangling from KateÕs left wrist.
She passed it through the big ring in the wall that Kate was holding on to.
With nimble fingers, and with Kate feeling the girlÕs bosoms in her back
even as she pressed her own to the wall, Kate watched as the redhead
locked her right wrist into the handcuffs.
Kate let go of the ring in the wall. She arched her hands backward,
stretching her fingers back like some Thai dancer, and she tugged hard at
the wall ring. There was no movement. The ring was bolted deep into the
wall and KateÕs handcuffs had now been passed through it. Kate felt her
bottomcheeks tremble and was aware of Cindy passing her riding crop over
her palm. Expectantly. Loving the feel of the slim leather as it passed
across her hand and knowing what it would feel like impressed at great
speed into KateÕs fanny.
Kate looked back over her shoulder. With her outthrust bottom a
ready target, she eyed the minx behind her with apprehension. SheÕd
already been struck on her breasts and tummy and thighs, in front, earlier
in the evening, and a low burn crisscrossed her in each place where
MariaÕs favorite crop had left its marks. Now this girl, no older than she,
and perhaps less learned than Maria, certainly she had not MariaÕs control
and talent, was about to deliver to Kate yet more burning cuts. Kate could
not help but feel the exquisiteness of her posture, even as she dreaded the
crop. Her breasts were heavy and hung forward as she hung forward, their
tips pressed against implacable wall. Her nipples were hard and she
wished they might somehow drill her an escape route through the stone.
But this was no cartoon. The girl behind her might be a child, or childish
in her ways, but she had eyes that gleamed like a catÕs as she prepared to
go mousing across Kate with her crop.
ÒSpread your legs, darling Kate, or I shall have to bolt them apart for
you, with a spreader bar, and that would mean youÕd get extra strokes for
my extra effort,Ó Maria warned Kate.
ÒOh, please donÕt whip me!Ó Kate begged. For an answer Maria,
smirking, picked up KateÕs pacifier from where it had fallen near the
baseboard and put it to the girlÕs lips. ÒOpen wide, babykins. I can see
youÕll need this!Ó Maria laughed. There was derision in her laugher, yet
Kate, the 19-year-old college sophomore, grabbed at the pacifier with her
teeth, for she knew that it would comfort her. She did not want to grind
her teeth or grit them. SheÕd seen a man tortured once on T.V., fictionally,
and heÕd been given a rubber bit to hold between his teeth so that he
wouldnÕt damage them. That had been his sole consolation that his captors
had given him.
So, realizing pleading was quite useless, Kate accepted the pacifier
as her only friend. Maria, with her foot up on the bed, imposing her
dominion over both Kate and Cindy, stroked her ass. ÒYou wonÕt have your
hiney done until tomorrow,Ó Maria told Kate. ÒTry to shit beforehand if
you can, for youÕll hurt afterward, and it will be hard to wipe for awhile.Ó
MariaÕs voice was controlled, like a doctor or an anesthesiologist, or for
that matter, a well-bosomed nurse, briefing a patient before an operation.
Yet there was nothing wrong with Kate. They would make her sore, for no
reason but their own erotic pleasure. Kate wished that her lover were
present. In front of him, she might suffer anything, but he was elsewhere.
Perhaps playing, with someone else, while she suffered bravely for him in
his absence. She felt like a woman left in a maternity ward, worried
about her husbandÕs proclivities at home while she bore them both a child.
ÒHow many?Ó Cindy asked Maria. ÒCan I give her lots?Ó Her braids
bobbed as she asked. Her eyes were wide and eager.
ÒSix,Ó Maria replied, stroking KateÕs bottom with her fingers and
then questing lightly down between her legs, tickling KateÕs cunny.
ÒAward her six. Slowly, mind you. I want her to feel each one for as long
as possible before the next is delivered. Let her absorb the pain. She is
getting these for her master, to show him that she loves him and will do
whatever he asks, and to prove to him and herself that she is, or soon will
be, after IÕve trained her, a woman.Ó
Kate jerked as Maria delved into her tight purse. ÒLift your bottom,
Kate!Ó Maria said. ÒShow it like you are proud of it, for you should be. It
is perfect, and so white. I almost hate to see it marked. Lift it, girl, and
dip your back, or youÕll feel more strokes than just the half dozen IÕve
planned for you!Ó
Biting down hard on her pacifier, shutting her eyes so as to block at
least a little of the humiliation of the act, Kate opened her legs even more
and stuck up her bottom as sassily as she could. At the same time she
dropped her tummy as far as she could, yet she still remained standing,
clinging to the ring above her head, so that she seemed like a well-offered
female if ever there was one. The world, she thought vaguely to herself,
was based on this: the female offering herself up like this to her chosen
male. Earth would be quite barren without it, she consoled herself.
SWICCKK! Kate bolted upright. The sound of the crop striking into
her taut thighs struck her ears even as the implement itself made its
mark upon her sweet columns of flesh. With a supreme effort Kate kept
her lips closed around her pacifier. She heard a whine as she clenched her
teeth and jammed her bottom cheeks together, rotating her ass in a futile
attempt to throw off the cropÕs sting.
ÒDo not draw your thighs together!Ó Maria warned Kate in a loud
voice. Kate tried to press one knee into the back of the other, and felt
MariaÕs well-manicured hand award her a sharp slap on her white bottom.
ÒOooooooh!Ó Kate whined behind the insucking presence of her
pacifier. She pulled one of her knees out from behind the other, yet felt
desperate not to, yet knew she must or the crop might well strike at her
lovely-peach bottoms, not just her thighs.
ÒThatÕs it, thatÕs it,Ó Maria complimented as Kate, struggling
against herself, opened her legs. It was a rude stance Maria made her
take, with her ass gyrating about even as she parted her thighs and showed
her cunt to her whipmistress. Kate flushed deeply as an image of her own
mother entering the bedroom flashed through her mind. SheÕd been caught
with a boyfriend once, at 13. What would mom say to this? Kate felt like
an animal trying to pee, her legs apart, showing her cunt for all the world
to see, dipping her back in expectation that if she didnÕt, sheÕd be
punished.
ÒYes, show yourself, show your cunt, donÕt try to hide your pretty
sex between those lovely thighs of yours,Ó Maria laughed in a voice that
sounded like tinkling bells. ÒLet me see your cunt! What a doll you are!
Pray that you do not feel the crop swept up between your legs to sting
your cunt, young lady! But keep your legs open to show your bravery.
Another one, Cindy. Let me see her squirm even more dramatically!Ó
Cindy obliged. Kate felt a burning line draw itself smartly across
her thighs and, instinctively, she jammed one knee behind the other again.
MariaÕs hand was quick. Kate felt her bottom slapped and, desperate as if
to pee, kept her legs this time together, and refused to open them.
ÒShe will need seven,Ó Maria said to Cindy, and waved to the girl to
deliver another cut.
ÒYeeeochchch!Ó Kate howled. Somewhere in mid-howl she dropped
her pacifier. Nobody picked it up for her this time. It lay upon the
coverlet, wet with KateÕs saliva. KateÕs eyes brimmed with tears and she
felt her face grow red as she performed most gracelessly in front of
Maria. She shook her bottom like some pagan nudist tribeswoman in Haiti
and felt just about as moral. She squeezed her cheeks, brazenly, as if she
were in private but, in fact, two women were watching her and, no doubt,
would report all her little movements to her lover and, perhaps even
worse, to anyone with him.
ÒShe shook her ass so hilariously!Ó Kate could just hear Maria
crowing, in a far off bedroom where even now KateÕs lover might be
loosing himself into some fair maiden. A maiden without cuts across the
front and the back of her thighs, and under her breasts and upon her soft
belly.
ÒGive it again. She is not being good like she should be,Ó Maria said
calmly to Cindy, as Kate wept and pressed her face to the wall and let her
bottom sag and rotate untidily.
SWACKCKCK! A juicy cut slammed into Kate, and she shot herself
upright, howling at the ceiling. She pressed her tummy against the wall
and felt the old lines where Maria had punished her belly earlier in the
evening. Behind, just below her slapped bottom, her thighs shook and fell
open, Kate not daring to close herself now. Kate lost her foothold on the
bed and found herself dangling from the ring in the wall by her fingers and
her chained wrists. She scrabbled back up again, finding her footing upon
the bed, but it was too late. For her gracelessness Cindy awarded her
another hard cut.
The rest were delivered remorselessly, and when the job was done
they left her there, in the dark, unable to reach her fruit, hanging from the
ring with her ass bare and her thighs in flames. Sharp lines of pain
glowed across her legs. It was as if the little silver bell had tortured her.
It had transferred its glow to her thighs. Kate cried and sobbed and rubbed
her face against the felt, not caring if she smeared her makeup.
An hour passed, or perhaps much less than an hour. Kate was too
busy weeping and feeling sorry for herself to keep track of time. A large
figure entered behind her. At first Kate thought it was a man. When she
turned her head, just a little, hoping for her lover, she saw her visitor was
a woman. The woman wore a white bonnet and had a starched white apron
on. She was heavy, middle-aged, long past any honeymoon trysts. She
turned on the light. She looked at Kate. Kate turned away, mortified,
sobbing fiercely, with embarrassment as much as pain, for she felt foolish
in front of this woman. She was old and grey, yet prim and proper and
sensible, while Kate was young and beautiful, but stripped utterly naked
and showing her ass, and her legs beneath where theyÕd whipped her.
The woman said nothing. It was as if Kate did not deserve
conversation. Instead the woman picked up CindyÕs squirt tube of Estee
Lauder, left on the bed unused when Kate proved so undisciplined. The
woman opened the tube and squirted the balm across the backs of KateÕs
thighs.
KateÕs head shot up and she grimaced. The cream was remarkably
cool. It had a light, airy feeling to it and Kate knew it would never have
felt so unendurably wonderful against her skin if it hadnÕt been whipped
first.
Pain, pleasure. It was a strange mixture. Kate felt her cunt wetten
as the woman, working slowly, rubbed the cream into KateÕs thighs, just
below where her cunny lips hung.
The woman never touched KateÕs cunt. She was dutiful in her
ministrations, not clever or mischievous. She only touched Kate where
she was permitted to, where the crop had left new marks. Kate found
herself yearning for the womanÕs touch. Rudely she pushed her bottom
back at the woman in silent pleading. Touch oh touch oh touch me just a
little higher, higher, Kate begged in her mind. She would have spoken but
she feared Maria was listening, somehow, and judging her performance.
When the woman was finished, she released Kate from the wall. She
shook her head as she saw how Kate had smeared her makeup. She helped
Kate, who found herself much stiffer than she might have thought, lie
down in the bed. Kate winced as her thighs came to rest on the fur. She
drew up her knees a little so they would not touch it.
ÒDo you wish to be covered?Ó the woman asked Kate. Her first
words. She stood holding the coverlet up with one hand. Kate shook her
head no, still weeping a little, saying nothing. She was hot from her
beating and she did not want the dual warmth of the fur enclosing her. The
woman dropped the fur so that Kate would lie naked, exposed the open air.
She did not bother to offer Kate any of the food by the bed. It was obvious
Kate was in no mood to eat.
ÒI shall empty the chamberpot, in case you have to go again,Ó the
woman observed, glancing into the pot by the chair. It was MariaÕs pee in
the pot, but the woman did not know that. Kate did not bother to tell her.
Instead she bit her lip, feeling ridiculous. She wept openly. She heard the
woman grunt as she lifted up the pot. MariaÕs pee sloshed inside it as the
woman carried it from the room. In a little while she returned, and
replaced it on the floor.
ÒSleep. They will work you harder tomorrow,Ó the woman advised
Kate. Then she flicked out the light and went out, and this time she closed
the door behind her. And she locked it.
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