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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WED TO THE WHIP
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Chapter Two
She arrived at the party clad in a short dress that hung by spaghetti
straps from her shoulders. It was black, with white-patterned flowers on
it. It had a scoop neckline, showing the curves of her breasts, hiding the
nipples. Due to the slimness of the dressÕ spaghetti straps it was not
possible to wear a bra with the dress. KellyÕs young, uptilted breasts
bounced with her every step.
The back of KellyÕs dress showed her bare back. Up the length of her
back, stretched tightly across her bare skin, (where, again, it would have
been impossible to wear a bra), was a laced network of strings. They
served to hold together the two halves of her dress. Without them, the
sides of her dress would simply fall away from each other and slip to the
floor.
Sheathed in this tight dress, accoutered in pearls, Kelly offered her
hand to Jill and let the woman lead her into the room. Jill gripped her
hand tightly. Kelly was visibly nervous and her apprehension imparted an
extra wiggle to gait as she walked. Her tight waistline gave way to a
trim, but attractively flaring pair of hips that wiggled with showy
acknowledgement of their ultimate fate. Couples in the room smiled,
nodded to her, received her with warm stares. The men in particular noted
the quick, uncertain wiggle of her behind. It invited attention.
As Kelly proceeded into the room with butterflies in her stomach,
John, her husband, followed her with feigned composure. He too was
nervous about what would be happening to his wife. Yet in his case it was
mixed with raw male desire; he felt his crotch bulging as he walked into
the room behind his wife and wondered if anyone noticed. Was his thing
sticking out? It felt like it was. He knew his Brooks Brothers jacket
flapped close to his groin, but did the cut of it actually cover him there?
He didnÕt think so. It was too late to look down now, to check. Beside him,
more composed, taller than himself by several inches, walked William.
The man jutted forth his chin, adorned with his black goatee, and had a
satisfied look on his face. After all, it wasnÕt his wife who would be
pulled over the block this evening. His own wife would only be a helper to
Ôthe condemned,Õ as heÕd described Kelly in the car ride over to the hotel.
John cleared his throat. He tried to smile at the people around him.
It was a lavish hotel suite. It contained several rooms, plus a swimming
pool. The pool had been drained and covered over with a thick, insulated
tarp to serve the needs of this eveningÕs party. Down in the pool, waiting,
was a trestle. It was a sturdy affair, made of solid wood, bolted into the
floor of the pool. It had a leather crosspiece to which, for added comfort,
a pillow had been bound.
The hotel was discreet in such arrangements. Few who stayed in the
suite and swam in the pool knew of its double use. But to those in the
room this evening, the twin natures of the pool were no secret. They
smiled at Kelly and she, bravely, smiled back. She knew why she had come
and they did too. Her gloved hand trembled as Jill led her forward to the
banquet table where, taking their leisure, not hurrying at all, they would
enjoy a fine feast prior to retreating to the pool.
The other men present nodded at John. They had met William before,
so, by deduction, since they knew William and Jill would be bringing the
new couple, they guessed John to be the husband. Like he they were
dressed in Brooks Brothers suits. It was not the normal attire for men on
the island, but then this was not a normal evening. The ladies present
enjoyed seeing their men so conservatively dressed. It gave an extra
sparkle to the affair, seeing men dressed like New York City bankers who
were at the same time fighting an urge not to spend in their pants.
Kelly felt ravishing in her pearls and her gloves and her seductive,
sheathing dress. Even as she first stepped into the room, all nervous
about what her husband had committed her to, she thought she could feel
arrows of envy coming from the eyes of the women present. They were
young, but she was younger. They were seductively dressed in expensive
skirts and gowns, but she was the center of attention this evening,
because of what would happen to her. She smiled, anxiously. She glanced
at the assembled women. At the men. She felt the ultimate indifference
of the former to her fate, and the excessive lust of the latter.
She had not wanted to come. And yet, now that she was hear,
passing through the crowd toward a fine banquet table, she felt a thrill at
being so intently watched by them all. Her every quiver, her every nervous
wiggle, was noted with intense eyes by those around her. They evaluated
her hair, so neatly pinned up, and she knew they found it perfect in its
arrangement. She felt their eyes scan her face and she knew, behind her
blushing cheeks, that they saw a delicate modelÕs face, and wondered if
she was a model theyÕd seen in a catalog or a fashion magazine. The very
clothes they were wearing she might have worn first, in Paris, an unknown
but very pretty American model. John had sworn she was just his wife,
his young wife, but if an American model were to visit the islands and
agree to taste its wilder aspects, would she want her identity known? Of
course not, and so, Kelly knew, as they gazed at her, they wondered if she
was a model, even though in fact she was just JohnÕs wife.
The women present took particular delight in the condition of their
men. Each man had sworn to abstain from having any ejaculation
whatsoever for four days. The women had wanted a week, the two sides
had compromised on four days. Given the easy nature of the islands, the
restraint on the part of the men was considerable. They were all
handsome; at every turn a female beckoned, either native, or visiting from
afar. A quick trip to the beach could procure for a man with the looks
these men possessed a ready and willing partner. His wife or beloved
might be out shopping, or, perhaps, claiming to be shopping while in fact
dallying with another man. But he need not feel any jealousy here in the
islands, if he was of good humor, for he could just as easily find himself
between the sheets.
Yet despite the freedom with which pleasure could be found, these
men tonight had sworn themselves to forgo it. And, as far as any of them
could tell, they had in fact forgone such delights. So as the women
conversed, or gazed with pleased if envious eyes at Kelly, at the same
time they noted the bearing of the men, and considered with quiet delight
how each one of them was more than ready for the eveningÕs events.
ÒKelly, this is Svernha,Ó Jill said to the girl whom she was leading
by the hand toward the banquet table. Kelly blanched; she gazed up into
the eyes of a Japanese man who, with quiet confidence, stared down at
her. He noted, as he looked, the gentle swell of her bosoms. She felt
herself flush. He merely nodded in reply. He was calm; she felt her
nervousness increase by tenfold. Jill drew her away, and as she moved (so
quickly! so hurriedly!) away from the man, she knew his eyes were sizing
up the rondure of her bottom. For, as sheÕd already been told in the car, it
was a Japanese man named Svernha, hired specially for the occasion, who
after the banquet would impart to her bottom the whipping sheÕd come for.
They seated themselves at the table. Men seated women; save for
Jill, who, as KellyÕs chaperone for the evening, took care of seating her.
All was decorous, composed. Kelly remembered the banquet room of the
Titanic and, though there was only one table here, she felt rather like a
doomed guest on that ship. For certainly her fanny was doomed. In the
morning, she had been warned, she would be quite unable to sit on it as she
was doing so freely and easily now.
Two waiters appeared. The candles on the table were lit and the
lights in the room were turned low. A salad was brought and served. Each
guest was offered a selection of dressings to go with their salad. Kelly,
nervously, chose the dressing sheÕd liked best as a child; Thousand Island.
ÒEat lightly, but partake of as much wine as you wish,Ó Jill, sitting
beside Kelly, smiled. The girl nodded in reply. She knew why the wine
was recommended. It would mystify her a little and make SvernhaÕs
strokes easier to bear. She chose a red wine from the wine list.
A casual conversation ensued. Kelly ate quietly, her head bowed.
She listened to the other guests as they discussed all manner of things,
none of them about what portended for her this evening. It was like any
banquet, except everyone knew what must happen when the food was
consumed.
Occasionally Kelly looked up. When she did, she inevitably saw
someone smiling at her. She tried smiling back; managed it, awkwardly.
Then, contritely, she returned to her salad, nervously trying not to spill it
down the front of her breasts. Her fingers shook; but she did not drop
anything. She chewed slowly and quietly.
ÒKelly,Ó Jill said, interrupting the girlÕs inward-looking thoughts.
ÒYou must choose who shall carve the bird.Ó
Kelly looked up. The lights had been raised a little. It was time for
the main course. Kelly glanced up at the increased glow of the overhead
chandelier; wishing they hadnÕt turned up the lights. It made her
frightened face easier to see. It made her soft bosoms, quivering in her
tight dress, all the more noticeable. She swallowed.
For a moment Kelly couldnÕt remember what Jill had said. It was
only the salad sheÕd eaten so far! Was she to go now? Oh, not yet! She
felt she would collapse if someone tried to make her get up just now. She
was so nervous!
ÒKelly, you must choose a man to carve the bird,Ó Jill said again.
ÒChoose your favorite. Anyone may be chosen. Anyone but Svernha.Ó
Kelly put a hand to her throat. It was slim, swan-like. It had a blush
to it from the sun, a color that rose in her tanned cheeks and made her
look adorable. She opened her eyes wide and stared at everyone around
her.
ÒSheÕs deciding,Ó Jill told the others. In fact Kelly was thinking
about the fate of her bottom, but she tried to listen to Jill and to do as
she was told. Choose? Choose whom? Whomever she wished? Oh, she
wished Svernha would not be so calm, sitting in Buddhist tranquility down
at the foot of the table, and she wished, if she chose anything, that she
might choose to see him dismissed.
But that would not be polite, Kelly told herself. He was an honored
guest. One could not just dismiss an honored guest. But he has been
invited to---! KellyÕs mind shouted in reply.
ÒPlease choose somebody,Ó Jill told Kelly, intruding on her warring
thoughts.
Kelly gazed at the men. They were all so handsome! And so finely
dressed, in their Brooks Brothers suits, here in the sparkling light of the
chandelier. Whom to choose? To slice the bird? To show his bird!
Kelly pointed. A young man blushed as she singled him out. He was
perhaps in his mid-20Õs, half a decade older than Kelly but still quite
young compared to some of the men present, whose ages ranged as high as
40. He was, unknown to Kelly, a young lawyer, newly signed with a top
island firm, and yet now she was singling him out!
He stood up. He had been briefed what to do, all the men had, if he
should be so fortunate? to be picked by the girl who was the guest of
honor this evening. He undid the buttons of his jacket. He glanced at
Kelly, sitting humbly in the middle of the table. She had no special place
at the table, as Svernha did, yet a single pointed finger from her could
entirely change (had entirely changed!) the entire course of the young
manÕs evening.
The lawyer removed his jacket. He felt his hands shaking a little.
The older woman beside him received it into her hands and watched him
with bright eyes. He had only just learned her name, this evening. Yet now
she was helping him to disrobe!
The others sat and watched. Their eyes were predatory as they
watched the young lawyer remove layer after layer of his clothing. His
vest, his tie, his cufflinks. His shirt. His undershirt. The woman beside
him helped him with his belt. She drew it off and remarked with pleasure
at the make of the leather. It had a buckle of pure silver.
Fighting to remain calm, the lawyer pulled down his pants. The
others smiled. He looked at Kelly. Then, quickly and hoping not to make a
display of his newly liberated self, the lawyer shucked down his shorts.
The man gulped as his penis shot to attention in front of him. There
was a titter of laughter from the ladies. Even Kelly blushed and put her
hand to her mouth. The men shared a hearty chuckle. The lawyer looked
down at himself and saw that there was no hiding, no denying his
excitement now. He was quite naked, from his head to his shoes, retaining
only his socks and footwear now, with his underpants banding themselves
around his knees.
Whispering softly, the fingers of the woman who sat beside the
lawyer ran down his thighs and pulled his underpants down to his feet.
The lawyer stepped awkwardly out of his shorts. It was difficult to do,
with his shoes and socks still on. His shoes, brightly polished, gleamed in
the light from the chandelier.
ÒMay I sit back down now?Ó the lawyer asked Jill.
ÒWhy no, that would hide your fine erection from our view,Ó Jill
answered. Her eyes gazed frankly at the lawyerÕs cock. It was long,
sturdy. A dollop of precum formed at its tip and glistened in the light
spilling down from the chandelier.
A soft hand stroked the lawyerÕs thigh. It savored his muscled flesh.
It whispered higher, snuck between his legs, and tested the feel of his
balls.
ÒOh. YouÕre quite full,Ó the woman sitting calmly beside the lawyer
said. He did not at the moment remember her name, as he stood with a
confused look on his face before the gathered banqueters. But he did
remember that she had a fine pair of breasts, and as her slender fingers
cupped and held the wide girth of his balls he also remarked to himself
how delicious it would be if she suddenly, rudely, squeezed him, and
refused to let go of his tender equipment. He felt his cock swell and
present itself even more lewdly to the assembled faces. He glanced again
at Kelly.
ÒThis is your fault,Ó the lawyer heard himself say to her, quietly,
without speaking, hoping to assure her of her guilt with only his eyes. ÒIt
is your fault that I, a striving young lawyer, fresh out of law school,
hoping to make a dignified impression on the world, am standing here with
my cock hanging out.Ó The lawyer swallowed hard. He realized as he
stood there, fidgeting, that the size and width of his penis was being
evaluated by everyone, even by Kelly herself. He was new to the island.
He had come to the party on a lark, invited by the woman beside him. She
had warned him of what might happen, but he had never dreamed the girl
selected for punishment would choose him to carve the turkey!
Yet now, here he was, chosen, picked out over all the other males,
and with his cock on display like some captured animal.
The older woman seated beside the lawyerÕs standing figure tapped
his leg. He turned. She presented him with a knife. It was long. It glinted
with a sharp metallic glow. He held it carefully in his hands and realized
how close its edge was to his naked penis.
ÒCut the bird,Ó the older woman said to the lawyer. The young man
nodded. One of the waiters took the top off of the bird, set in the center
of the table. As the silver lid was removed from off the bird the lawyer
leaned over the table. He lifted the knife that heÕd been given. As his
right hand tried to hold the knife steady, he noticed with trepidation how
close to the bird his stiff penis extended. He drew back his hips a little.
Then, awkwardly, he sliced the long knife down through the freshly cooked
turkey.
They ate. The lawyer was forced to eat in the nude. His ass rubbed
against the velvet seat of his chair. Whenever more turkey was needed it
was his task to stand up and slice it. He was admired freely, the man
sitting beside him, opposite the woman, even leaned close and whispered
how trim his ass looked. The lawyer tried not to blush, his cock all
exposed, his buns easily seen, but it was hard. He ate self-consciously.
The woman beside him insisted on slipping a napkin down between his
legs, so that, she said, his dick would not drip precum onto the velvet
chair.
ÒYou need a bib,Ó the woman smiled at him, feeling his penis as she
slid the napkin under his dick.
ÒThanks,Ó the lawyer said. In fact his cock was so long that it hung
off the end of the chair, dripping on the carpet, but the woman put the
napkin on his chair anyway.
Dinner proceeded, was finished. Dessert was served. A chocolate
cake, with a choice of ice cream placed on top, offered by the two waiters.
Kelly was halfway through her cake, enjoying the scoop of strawberry ice
cream on top of it, when Jill tapped her arm.
ÒCome, thatÕs enough,Ó Jill said to Kelly. ÒWe must go now.Ó
ÒNow?Ó Kelly said. She looked up from her plate. Her voice was
plaintive.
ÒNow,Ó Jill said firmly. She pushed the girlÕs plate away from her.
ÒSweets arenÕt good for you, anyway,Ó Jill smiled at Kelly. The woman
rose. She clasped one of KellyÕs gloved hands and urged her to rise. Wildly
Kelly looked first at her husband, who stared consciously at his plate,
then at William, who only grinned back at her lasciviously. Lastly her
eyes fell on the lawyer who, in his nudity, was unable even to regain
control of his shorts, let alone to save her.
ÒOh, please!Ó Kelly blurted. Firmly Jill pulled her to her feet. Kelly
didnÕt resist, save for her cry. Yet she trembled, all over, and Jill had to
clasp the girlÕs waist in order to guide her out away from her chair.
Together they walked from the room. At the last moment, her eyes like
those of a deer caught and framed in headlights, Kelly turned and gaped
back at those sitting at the table. Her gaze fell upon Svernha, sitting at
the foot of the table, and he arched a quiet eyebrow in acknowledgement.
ÒOh!Ó Kelly moaned, but Jill hurried her through the door leading into
the swimming pool room, and the door shut quickly behind them.
Beyond the room where the swimming pool lay, quiet under its layer
of insulation, was a room where those wishing to swim in the pool might
undress. It was small. It contained several lockers and a wooden bench.
Jill led her there and helped Kelly out of her clothes. She put them, along
with KellyÕs pearls, into one of the lockers.
ÒWhen will I get them back?Ó Kelly asked.
ÒAfter youÕve been whipped,Ó Jill said to the girl. Her voice was
gentle, but firm. Kelly looked at her and felt tears well up in her eyes.
ÒYou have such a pretty dress,Ó Kelly said to Jill, feeling small and
terribly awkward as she stood now in the nude before her friend.
Jill picked up a piece of rubber that had been lying inconspicuously
on the wooden bench.
ÒOpen,Ó Jill said to Kelly. The girl saw leather strings dangling
from the wedge of rubber and mistook it for some kind of bikini bottom.
She spread her legs. Jill laughed.
ÒYour mouth, silly!Ó Jill said. KellyÕs eyes widened. She opened her
lips while simultaneously drawing her thighs together. Jill popped in the
bit. Kelly gagged as the wedge of leather was fed to her. It was wide, it
made her cheeks bulge. She tasted a rubber taste on her tongue. Lifting
the strings that dangled from it, Jill tied them behind KellyÕs head. The
girl felt the womanÕs dextrous fingers knotting the laces, and helped by
reaching back and holding her long blonde hair pressed to her head, so that
the laces wouldnÕt become tangled in her hair. When the task was done,
Kelly was firmly bitted, unable to say anything, and she could only look
wondrously at Jill and ask with her eyes what must happen next.
ÒCome,Ó Jill said. She took Kelly by the arm. The girl was
completely bare, except for her earrings, her short, wrist-length gloves
that she still wore on her hands, and her pumps on her (otherwise bare)
feet. With a gentle tug Jill drew Kelly back out into the room where the
swimming pool lay. Kelly saw the last of the guests descending the
swimming poolÕs ladder, at its deep end, down under the insulating tarp.
It was a woman. She smiled up at Kelly as, fully clothed, the woman
descended down under the tarp. Kelly blushed, tasting the bit in her
mouth. She wished the woman could not see her this way.
Jill took Kelly over to the ladder.
ÒIÕll go down first. You follow,Ó Jill said to Kelly. The girl nodded.
Jill stepped through the arched rails of the ladder on the pool deck and
descended. Kelly, her mouth fettered and her clothes impossible to
retrieve, followed meekly. She flushed as she looked down at Jill,
descending the ladder below her, and saw JillÕs eyes look up and straight
between her legs. Kelly felt herself moisten in that private place and
wished it was not so easily seen by JillÕs eyes.
ÒYou smell wonderful,Ó Jill said, when they stood down at the base
of the ladder in the swimming pool. She pecked Kelly on the cheek and
Kelly wondered if it was her perfume Jill commented upon, or the
proximity to her cunt coming down the ladder. But Kelly had no time to
speculate on it, for her eyes were already dazzled by the spectacle that
greeted her. Down under the sound-proof covering of the tarp, the
swimming pool was empty. The guests Kelly had met at the banquet sat
fully clothed along two wooden benches. In between the two benches a
trestle had been erected. There, waiting for Kelly, was a pillow, plump
upon the trestle, with a padding of leather covering the trestleÕs
crosspiece. Svernha stood nearby, a whip in his hand. Shackles lay open at
the base of each of the trestleÕs four legs. Svernha bowed, slightly, to
Kelly, and said something in Japanese. Electric lights set up in the
swimming pool shone brightly upon the trestle. The rest of the room,
including the guests, was in relative shadow.
ÒShe is naked. She is ready,Ó Jill said to the guests assembled in
the pool. They nodded approvingly. They stared at Kelly with eager eyes.
The lawyer, naked like Kelly, moved among the guests, serving liquor and
canapes. The two waiters who had attended to them upstairs had been
dismissed for the night, with large tips that bought their silence
regarding the size of the lawyerÕs penis. As for the pool, the waiters
were ignorant of its dual nature. The trestle had been set up by the
partiers themselves, several hours before. The waiters suspected an orgy,
nothing more. As for the pool, they did not even know it was empty. The
pool was heated when filled, and the tarp was often used to keep the
water warm, so the heat would not needlessly escape.
Naked as if for a visit to the doctor, Kelly was drawn by Jill into the
center of the room. She stepped under the glare of the electric spotlights
and shivered. She looked with bitted mouth and large, self-pitying eyes at
the assembled guests. She gazed at her husband. Though having the
courage this time to return her stare, he said nothing, and showed no
emotion. Beside him sat William, larger and taller, and the two of them
looked like two partners in crime to Kelly, the larger man leading on her
husband in a game of vice. She felt suddenly like a horse, stripped naked
and brought from the paddock, to run a race in which people would gamble
on her flesh. In fact, she saw, they were quietly placing bets, writing on
cards and handing them to the lawyer as he came around with their drinks.
Kelly looked to Jill, fear written all over her face.
ÒYes, dear,Ó Jill said. ÒThey are betting on how long it will take
before you break down and cry. All girls do, you know, over the trestle.
Not a one escapes that.Ó Jill lifted a finger and daubed a tear in KellyÕs
eye. ÒThat one doesnÕt count,Ó Jill said. ÒYou must break into honest
bawling for the bets to be called.Ó Kelly sniffled. She could say nothing,
only stare. She was led forward through the glare of the spotlights to the
trestle. Jill patted the pillow. ÒBend over,Ó Jill told Kelly. The girl
stiffened. Suddenly she flinched as she heard a sharp crack behind her.
The cheeks of her bottom tightened involuntarily, showing their roundness.
There was laughter; Kelly realized Svernha had only struck the floor with
his whip. ÒBend,Ó Jill said again to the girl. ÒYou must show off your
bottom and there is an art to it, Kelly. Present it boldly, proudly. It is
very pretty. You will not be made to bleed, not tonight. Svernha has
promised. But you will be wealed, of course, so that you may have a
trophy to show when everythingÕs finished.Ó
Kelly was still standing erect, contemplating the trestle, when she
felt a finger lightly tap her bottom. She almost jumped out of her skin,
for instantly she knew, by the shortness of its fingernail and its rude
blunt feel, that it was a manÕs finger, not JillÕs. She turned. Svernha
looked at her with slanted, wickedly interested eyes.
ÒHe wants to know how high you wear your bikini in back, on the
beach, so that he might place your weal below it, so your suit will cover
it,Ó Jill explained to Kelly. The girl wriggled against the touch of
SvernhaÕs finger, reached back, grasped with frightened fingers his wrist,
and slid his hand up a little.
ÒThere,Ó Kelly mumbled, through her gag. She pressed SvernhaÕs
finger against the upper part of her bottom. He smiled, his finger
indenting her flesh. He drew his hand away from hers.
ÒNow you must bend over, Kelly,Ó Jill told the girl. She gripped Kelly
by her neck and pushed down. Kelly felt like some kind of instrument in
her grasp, being bent, manipulated. When Kelly was pressed down, her
belly hard against the pillow, Jill moved in front of her and knelt and
fastened her hands to the wide-spread legs of the trestle. In back of her,
as she shivered, her naked bum exposed to all, Kelly felt Svernha get down.
He squatted and clipped her ankles fast to the trestleÕs feet.
She was unable to move. She could lift her bottom slightly, that was
all. She could raise, a little, her bitted face, but nothing more than that.
She could pull at the bonds round her hands and feet all night, and they
would remain implacably fixed to the trestle. Kelly felt tears spring to
her eyes. The guests leaned forward. Some had in fact bet that she would
cry instantly, upon being tied, but Kelly did not know that and, to their
disappointment, she found a reserve of strength in her that caused her to
feel a sudden blush of pride in herself and not to cry. She was, after all,
very pretty. She was completely now, the center of everyoneÕs attention.
Not a soul in the room was thinking of anything but her.
Svernha sized up KellyÕs rear end. He passed his hand with extreme
lightness and care over her seat, as if handling the most delicate china.
Indeed, since KellyÕs bottom was untanned, in contrast to the rest of her
skin, it did have the allure of something fine and utterly, untouchably
perfect. The furrow parting her twin bottom cheeks showed its interior;
an even paler pallor, marked by a single rosebud dimple where Kelly would
eventually pass out the meal sheÕd eaten earlier in the evening.
Svernha wedged a finger probingly between KellyÕs cheeks. He
touched her hole. At the same time his other fingers dipped down under
the curve of her bottom and felt the soft fruit of her sex.
ÒYou are quite exposed, my dear,Ó Jill remarked to the girl, standing
in front of her. She passed a hand through KellyÕs artfully pinned-up
blonde hair. ÒHow deliciously tragic it would be if Svernha, in aiming for
your seat, found instead your opening between. You pride yourself on your
refusal to allow anything up your bottom. Yet, were SvernhaÕs whip to
strike you there with sufficient force, the knotted tip would drive into
your nether hole quite without any regard for your wishes.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Kelly gasped. But the bit in her mouth stifled her cry. Her
bosoms under her trembled. She tried to get up and only managed to rattle
the steel bonds that were holding her.
Jill nodded to Svernha. ÒMake it difficult for her,Ó Jill told the man.
ÒShe is generous with herself but she is wilful too. Her bottom in
particular seems to be some sort of hallowed part of herself, in her eyes.
She needs help in learning its erotic potential. Caress her with the whip,
as sternly as you please, so that, in punishing her, she may learn to open
herself completely to lifeÕs pleasures.Ó Jill patted Kelly on her head, as
one might a dog, or a cat. ÒIs that not what you want, my dear?Ó Jill
asked the bent-over girl. Then she laughed. ÒWell, it is what I want for
you, whatever your wishes may be. Lash her hard, Svernha. When you go
back to Japan you can boast to all your acquaintances about how you
taught an American girl to feel the greatest respect for Asian ways. The
ways of the whip.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Svernha, in his only utterance so far this evening, said, with a
broad, but dignified smile. He patted KellyÕs bare bottom. ÒIn Japan we
feel our women are far better trained than you are here in America,Ó he
added.
ÒYes,Ó Jill said. ÒWell, hereÕs one you can train, anyway,Ó Jill said.
She stroked KellyÕs hair again. ÒBe good, my sweet. And donÕt cry too
soon. IÕve placed a bet on you, believing you to be very strong and brave.
DonÕt disappoint me.Ó
Struggling over the block, quite frightened now, Kelly tried to rise.
It was hopeless. It only showed off her bottom more fully, and made the
guests laugh at its wigglings. She felt her bosoms hanging beneath her,
trembling, and wondered if the whip, curling around her, would find one of
her teats and strike it. That thought made her shiver intensely. It scared
her more than even the thought of her bottom being scored by the whip
though only she knew it, with the bit full in her mouth. The guests
chuckled at the way her young, lovely breasts swung freely beneath her.
Rearing herself in the spotlights, Kelly was not unmindful, despite
her fear, of the alluring sight she presented. Her 19-year-old bottom, a
young brideÕs bottom, was ready for action. Her sex was openly displayed,
its moist folds apparent between her legs. Her anus, which everyone in
the room now knew was virgin, showed its inviting dimple within the
wide-spread cheeks of her perfect seat. The men in the room were
handsome suitors. Would they really let her be punished severely by the
strange Japanese man? Kelly bit hard on the bit between her teeth and
told herself that, no matter what happened, if she could just hang on a few
minutes, a man would spring forward (perhaps several!) and save her from
her fate. Then she would be a rescued princess, and the men would reward
her with pleasures that would make her husband so jealous heÕd want to
die. Yes! And William too would be jealous, and would rush forward, eager
to see that her bottom wasnÕt given away to one of the other men, and they
would battle over her, and the punishment intended for her would instead
be inflicted on themselves, as they struggled to see who would win her.
Even her own husband would feel compelled to enter, and she would laugh
at the men fighting each other to see who could have her.
SWICK!
KellyÕs eyes opened wide and her breath drew in sharply. The whip!
It burned across her seat, leaving a flaming line of heat in its wake. Kelly
arched up, trying to rise. Her tits shook. She squeezed her bum. She felt
it tighten, then open again as her muscles, after a moment, relaxed. In
response she clenched her ass again, and she held it as long as she could,
finally showing anew her sweet dimpled anus, her cheeks tiring.
SWWWWICK! A double salute assailed KellyÕs bottom. Her cheeks
worked themselves in and out in clenching and unclenching. She lifted her
head, gasped, her eyes poppingly-wide. Oh, it hurt! It felt like twin bees
had landed on her bottom. They left stingers behind, impaling her soft
flesh in twin dots of pain.
SWAAAK!
ÒYeeehOOOOO!Ó Kelly blurted behind her bit. It drowned her shrill
cry. She arched hard in an upward motion, simultaneously working her
hips, striving to throw off the pain by squeezing her naked asscheeks
together. Her thighs showed slim and taut, poised in a wide vee. There
was laughter. A woman watching the spectacle called to Svernha to place
the thong tip Òwhere she might remember it for a very long time.Ó
Kelly felt her pinned-up hair loosen atop her head. Several strands
spilled down round her eyes. She squeezed hard on the bit between her
teeth. She regretted now completely having let herself in for this, but
how could she relay her wishes to the others? She blushed as she heard
them laughing at her. There were no men running out to rescue her,
despite how pretty she looked. Oh, how long must she wait? she asked
herself. How long must she endure this before her husband, at least,
would rise up and insist she be freed, that she suffer no more?
The lights on KellyÕs bottom showed its state to everyone present.
Two long, bright red lines crossed her cheeks. In addition to that there
were three pin-point sized red spots. Otherwise her cheeks were milk
white, flawless. They ground together, tensing and flexing in the warm
air of the drained swimming pool. When KellyÕs strength failed her the
soft cheeks of her ass lay open like a split-apart peach. She showed all
she had to give, the slit of her cunt on offer, the twinkling aperture of her
anus. There was nothing hidden. She was a delicate, pretty girl, with lean
strong thighs. She felt like a pony, being whipped down a long arduous
track to a distant finish.
Hoping to inspire the gentlemen to save her, Kelly stuck out her
bottom. Bravely she displayed its fine-skinned cheeks and its treasure-
like hole, and the lovely fig of her sex which hung purselike beneath it.
Even as she squeezed it and regretted its burning condition, she offered it
to the eyes of the men, hoping against hope that they would find her
beauty irresistible.
The men were deeply moved, but only to unzip themselves. Kelly
heard their zippers, waited desperately for the sound of their forward-
rushing feet, and instead heard only coarse laughter.
SWAAAAAACK!
ÒGEE-heeeee!Ó Kelly wailed. The bit forcibly wedged in her mouth,
that made her cheeks wide and bloated, stifled her cry. But it could not
constrain her bottom. It rotated lasciviously in response to the whip,
showing all its aspects, both tight-cheeked and yawning wide in despair,
as it strove to shake off the pain so deeply imparted to it. Kelly felt like
she was on fire! She tried hard, pressing her toes to the floor, to shove
herself forward, but only succeeded in making a display of her bottom.
She heard the women laugh, along with the men, and blushed. It was a
deeper blush than any sheÕd suffered before and Jill darted forward and
lifted her chin and looked into her teary eyes to make sure she was okay.
She placed a finger beneath KellyÕs nose. She felt her outflow of breath
and waited and watched as Kelly breathed in again.
ÒSheÕs fine,Ó Jill announced, and let go of KellyÕs chin as if releasing
the head of a rag doll. KellyÕs head flopped down. At once the whip
connected again with her bottom. She jerked, reared. She heard Jill laugh
and say, ÒMy, what a bucking bronco youÕd make!Ó
ÒDonÕt be utterly insensitive to her plight,Ó a woman said to Jill.
Kelly shoved her hips in undulating motions toward the tarp overhead, the
illuminated cheeks of her ass showing their marks, as the woman rose,
and walked out to where Jill stood. Kelly, her face gaping at the floor,
heard Jill laugh.
ÒYes,Ó Jill said.
SWAAAAAAAK! The whip struck again. Kelly shrieked and pulled
hard on her bonds. Her bottom offered itself, in frantic seat-twisting
motions, to the laughing eyes of the crowd.
When KellyÕs bucking hips had subsided, she felt wet tears on her
face. Had she been crying? She didnÕt know, her emotions were such a
swirl. Her every scream went unheard. Her every attempt to escape only
showed off more fully that one part of herself that she now wished
desperately sheÕd never revealed. She thought of her neat, white school-
girl like panties in the locker upstairs. She remembered her dress,
wistfully, and just thinking of it made her burst into tears. Yes, she
realized, the last stroke of the whip, so cruelly delivered down under her
bottom, where the softest part of her seat was, had brought a torrent of
tears to her eyes. She heard movement behind her. ÔOH, NO MOREÕ Kelly
shouted, but the bit made her words inaudible. She felt a jab. It
insinuated itself along her wet cunny lips and then jabbed again.
ÒI never knew a feather could be so randy,Ó Jill laughed.
ÒNOOOOO!Ó Kelly shrieked. But her words went unheard. To KellyÕs
great mortification, Jill began to attack her ripe, swollen sex with an
ostrich feather. Its swirling, intruding tip made KellyÕs sex wetten even
more fully than it already was. She felt eyes on her bottom, staring,
watching with fascination as Kelly was made to become aroused. She was
still bound over the trestle, but now she was brought to a high state of
pleasure by the tickling feather. Try as she might, Kelly couldnÕt avoid it.
Patiently Jill worked it over her cunt until it was as enflamed as the seat
of her whip-scorched bottom.
ÒAnd now, Kelly,Ó Jill said with obvious satisfaction. ÒNow IÕm
going to pop your cherry.Ó
ÒNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Ó Kelly howled in a long, bit-drowned wail. Jill
laughed. Everyone in the room laughed. Kelly felt the feather, wet from
her own sex, lifted and placed between the cheeks of her bottom. It
tickled. Kelly squeezed her cheeks but the feather, already inserted
between them, was merely trapped by her squeezing flesh. As soon as
Kelly relaxed her fanny the feather darted against her tight little hole.
Kelly felt the moistness of its tip. It circled her crinkled, cherry opening.
Kelly squeezed again. For long minutes Jill dueled with her, teasing her
asshole whenever Kelly released her young bottom cheeks enough for the
feather not to be caught between them. At last, Jill clapped a hand to
KellyÕs cheeks, and thumbed them frankly apart. Kelly squeezed. Jill
resisted. With her free hand she passed a finger quickly under KellyÕs sex,
moistening it, and then stuck it within the aperture of KellyÕs back hole.
ÒYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Ó Kelly shrilled. The finger poked deeper. Kelly
squeezed her bottom as hard as she could.
SLAP! JillÕs hand slapped against KellyÕs round, blushing cheeks.
ÒDonÕt, break off my finger, Kelly,Ó Jill scolded. Slowly,
deliberately, the woman then pushed deeper. Kelly fought her all the way,
squeezing her ass cheeks tightly, frankly trying to do just what the
woman had warned her not to.
Jill withdrew her digit. She turned to Svernha.
ÒShe is too resistant,Ó Jill said to Svernha. ÒGive her a dozen more
strokes. And make sure at least one of them bites her right on her anus.
If she wonÕt accept my soft, probing finger, maybe a bee sting will please
her instead!Ó
Kelly heard several men grunt. She realized to her horror that they
were expressions of carnal male passion. The men were excited by her
refusal and looking forward to pleasuring themselves over her torment--
especially, perhaps, over the violation of her anus by the whipÕs tip! Kelly
yanked hard on her bonds, heard more grunts, and realized that by yanking
on her bonds she caused the men to yank on their penises.
SWWAAA-AAAAK! The whip coursed in across both KellyÕs cheeks,
making her shout. She felt a burning sensation, thin as a line, impress
itself into her soft, precious bottom. Oh, how could they do this to her?
Everyone always complimented Kelly on the perfection of her ass, yet it
always led them to try to desecrate it! They desired to fuck it, or to fuck
the pussy so close to it, from behind. They desired to see her wiggle it,
stripped bare, and now they were applying slow, agonizing whip strokes to
it, with the promise of sending one right up its small hole! Even KellyÕs
own husband lusted after her behind, fucking her frequently in a doggie
position. Even he bragged to her that she must lose her anal cherry
someday. And now, he was sitting here, in the audience, and Kelly guessed
that if he had really wanted her ordeal stopped a simple word from his
mouth would have stopped it.
That, in the end, was what drove her to accept what was being done
to her. If her own husband refused to speak up, Kelly consoled herself
through tear-filled eyes, she must surely come to no harm. She might be
frantically tortured, but in the end he must take her back again, mustnÕt
he, pledged as he was to her for life, and surely he would not want her
spoiled?
Well, all her life people had told Kelly that she was spoiled, but they
hadnÕt meant it in the way she meant it now.
SPRAAAAAACK!
ÒYEEEEhoooooooo!Ó Kelly howled in a long, bit-drowned cry. Her
bottom cheeks clenched inward, under the force of the whip. Then they
flexed outward, seeking the cool air of the room. Desperately she wiggled
her whip-heated hiney, causing everyone watching to laugh.
ÒMy, sheÕs getting it good,Ó a woman remarked diffidently. ÒLook
how rosy her bum is!Ó
ÒOh! Jacob! YouÕre spending in my lap!Ó another woman, less calm
than the former, exclaimed. Another round of impassioned laughter echoed
through the room.
ÒShe must have her weal, still,Ó a woman said.
ÒSheÕll have more than one if this keeps up much longer,Ó another
woman pointed out.
Yet again a hissing blow from the whip struck KellyÕs proud, lustrous
bottom, imparting to it a fiery glow. The girlÕs head shot up, her cheeks
tightened, her legs and arms struggled hard against the fetters that held
her doubled-over upon the trestle.
ÒOn the soft underside, Svernha, where the skin is most tender,Ó Jill
called out in a commanding voice to the Asian whipmaster. He nodded.
ÒNOOOOOOO!Ó Kelly cried, guessing what must be meant by the
statement. Her shrill plea was muffled by the bit.
CRACK! Harder, fiercer, more definite than the other strokes, the
blow intended to weal KellyÕs bottom landed. It caught her where her
chubby cheeks met the exquisite columns of her thighs. A little above,
actually, so that it would burn hot and true against her bottom proper. She
would remember it for days. She would wipe carefully when she attended
to her toilet, mindful of it. Kelly clenched the bit hard in her mouth. She
shouted more loudly through the thick rubber filling her mouth than ever
yet she had done. She made a display of her bottom so lewdly and
brazenly, working her cheeks like a madwoman, that several guests
wondered aloud if she had not been waiting all along for the opportunity to
show herself off so completely.
And then the whip sailed in again, in a benediction. It was most
painful. It caught Kelly as her bottomcheeks strained reflexively outward,
showing her hole. It nipped her anus, drove in a little, a dart into a
bullseye, then sprang away, teasingly, leaving only a sharp, indriven hurt
in its wake.
ÒOooooHOOOOOOOO!Ó Kelly shrilled.
ÒMy, right in her hole. She must have something there to soothe her
now,Ó Jill laughed. ÒQuickly, gentlemen. Pump cream into her behindÕs
little opening so that it wonÕt hurt her too extremely!Ó
Kelly heard a hurrying of footsteps. A moment later hands were upon
her, large hands. And with the hands came stiff erect penises. The hands
spread her ass and a penis, eager to pump salve into her wounded hole,
speared her backside. At the same time hands lifted KellyÕs chin. Her bit
was torn from her mouth and a penis replaced it. Kelly found herself
sucking on stiff pole-flesh, while another organ of similar girth speared
her backside. She could see only pubic hair, up close, in her eyes. She
heard lusty breathing. She squeezed her eyes tight as she felt a torpedo-
like insertion of flesh into her backside.
ÒNOOOOfph!Ó Kelly yelled, and her cry was stilled by the hot length
of flesh driving into her mouth. She wiggled her bottom and felt as if she
were wiggling on a big, hot impaling spear. Her cunny hung open, wet and
desperate. Nothing assuaged her sex, everything was directed toward her
mouth and her bottom. She felt like a girl picked up and put on a pole, to
be carried. Except instead of being tied to the pole, it had been rammed
right through her, up her bum and out through her mouth.
The cocks probed deep into Kelly. They worked hard, seeking a
blissful reward. Kelly had no idea who the cocks belonged to. She was
sure they would kill her. Could she really be herself again, after being so
violently opened?
At last, Kelly felt a hand on her cunny. It moved knowingly across
and into the tightness of her warm sex. It helped her. Kelly was grateful.
She was made to approach bliss even as warm spendings of male passion
inundated her fore and aft.
ÒHello, teacher!Ó the students said brightly.
ÒHello, children,Ó Kelly replied. She looked prim and proper in her
new dress from NordstromÕs. Her shoes clicked with authority as she
walked across the tiled floor to the desk of her first grade classroom.
ÒHow was your vacation, teacher?Ó one of the pupils, a bright girl,
sitting in the first row, chimed out.
ÒQuite fine, Mary,Ó Kelly answered.
ÒDid you have a good honeymoon?Ó a boy sitting behind Mary asked.
Then, for no explicable reason, other than the fact that he was six, he
yanked on MaryÕs pigtails.
ÒOUCH!Ó Mary yelled. She turned in her seat. ÒDonÕt! That hurt!Ó
Mary told him. Then she gave him the raspberries. He, however, simply
retaliated by giving her the raspberries back. Mary must have considered
him the more masterful of the two, for her eyes lingered on him after he
was done giving her the raspberries.
ÒWhat are you looking at?Ó the boy asked Mary.
ÒYouÕre cute,Ó Mary said. She put her hands to her face and giggled.
ÒHAW! HAW! HAW!Ó the whole class laughed, erupting into laugher.
ÒMary and Paul, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!Ó someone yelled out.
Paul, the champion raspberry giver, blushed to a deep red.
ÒChildren! Children! LetÕs do our lessons, shall we?Ó Kelly said.
ÒWe have much to learn.Ó
THE END
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