Young Frank's Punishment - part 1
by Justin Zane
justin_zane@yahoo.com
copyright 2002 by Justin Zane, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such
material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
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Back when I was just a young boy, I received a
punishment that changed the course of my life. This
punishment was a result of my next door neighbour, Mrs.
Torrance, catching me spying on her young daughters while
they were skinny dipping in the secluded pond on the back
part of the farm. She immediately lead me back to the area
with the house and barn, she had a firm grip on my right
arm. The two young girls got dressed, and followed us.
Mrs. Torrance is not a real young woman, probably
between 35 and 40, perfect age for her role. She is a tall
woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up tight and
fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was
darkly tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely
a dominant female. Mr. Torrance is older, maybe in his mid
forties, good- looking, but did not take an active part in
any of this. He left the punishment up to her discretion.
What follows will probably seem like some wild fantasy to
you, but I can assure you that it happened to me, and I was
only thirteen at the time.
I was taken into the Barn, which had no windows
and was lit only by numerous candles. It was filled with
the tools (or toys) of the trade. Harnesses, stools, whips,
chains, dozens of dildos in a wide array of shapes and
sizes. There was even a collection of English willow
schoolmaster's canes (those things sting like fire). I was
shocked to see her preteen daughters, Suzanne and Janine,
were also there. I had expected that it would only be the
two of us. I was beginning to have serious doubts about
what trouble I was into. The two girls just grinned at me.
I was instructed by Mrs. Torrance to undress
completely, she would be back in several minutes. She left
me alone, and I did exactly as she asked. Then I waited.
Both girls snickered at me, as I was compelled to stand
before them totally naked. I had to stand there completely
ashamed as they both took turns touching my soft penis, and
balls; I somehow knew I would be in even more trouble if I
protested. And they weren't exactly being gentle about it,
squeezing my testicles, and pulling on my prick. At one
point Janine was massaging my balls, while her older sister
was swatting my cock. They both laughed at my obvious
discomfort. Thankfully, before long, Mrs. Torrance
returned. She had completely changed clothes, and now wore
a black leather corset, black gloves, no hose, but with tall
spike heels. In her hand she carried a black riding crop.
"Are you ready?", I was asked.
"Yes", I replied.
"Yes, WHAT?", she demanded.
"Yes, Mrs. Torrance!", I said.
"Good", was her reply, "Frank, do you like what
I'm wearing?"
"Yes, Mrs. Torrance".
"What is this?", she asked, firmly striking my
penis with the riding crop.
"My dick, Mrs. Torrance".
"Your what?"
The girls were now openly laughing, as I blushed in
front of the three dressed females.
"My dick, Mrs. Torrance".
"That's not a dick", she said, "I call it a shit-
thing." "What is this?", she asked again, and gave my penis
another firm blow.
"My shit-thing".
"Good, you learn fast", she said, but not smiling.
I replied, "Thank you Mrs. Torrance".
"What do you do with that shit-thing?", my Madame
asked me.
Confused, I could think of nothing to say.
"Answer!", she said. All I could think of was, "I use it to
fuck".
"I don't think so Frank", she said, "It's not big
enough or hard enough. Make it hard!" So I began to
masturbate myself into an erection. "Do not come, do you
understand?", she said, "I will tell you when you can come."
The two girls watched with wide eyes as I began to
stroke my penis. I felt so utterly humiliated having to do
it in front of the two youngsters, with their mother looking
on. When I was just about to shoot accidentally, Mrs.
Torrance cried, "Enough!" Then she said, "Get down on your
knees". I obeyed. Then, still standing, she turned her
back toward me, placing her shoes about two feet apart.
"Lick my feet", she demanded. I began to lick her black
leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels. After a few
minutes of this she stopped me.
"Stand up!, follow me", she said, and led me to a
device that resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She
shackled me into a spread-eagled position, and believe me, I
was completely helpless there; I could not have escaped.
Then she went to a table nearby and begin to pick up
small clips and weights, which she began to apply to my
balls, my nipples, and the shaft of my cock. She kept
saying things to me, but I was in so much pain, I really
don't remember what she said. Both girls moved in close, to
watch their mother at work, hoping to learn from a true
artist.
She then stepped back to admire her work. Then
she took her crop and began to jiggle the weights, to make
me squirm a little and took a picture of me. She waited for
a few minutes, peeled the backing off the photo, and held it
up for me to see. "If you're good, I'll let you keep this.
Would you like that?"
"Yes, Mrs. Torrance", I replied. Suddenly she
struck me across the thighs with her whip, screaming, "You
will not address me by name! Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mrs. Torrance", I answered.
I was then unfastened from the cross, but the
clips and weights were left on, my hands were cuffed behind
my back. My neighbour said, "Let's show Mr. Torrance". I
followed her out of the Barn, across the barnyard, and into
the living room of the house, where Mr. Torrance was
sitting on a couch. Suzanne and Janine had followed us,
making lewd comments to each other as my hard cock swung
around. Mr. Torrance seemed real pleased to see me in this
predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by being
put on display like this. "Jump!", Mrs. Torrance said. I
jumped. Yes, it felt about like you can imagine. I was so
degraded, having to perform like this in front of the entire
Torrance family. My erect penis and scrotum felt like they
had been dipped in hot oil, my groin was on fire.
"Again!...Again!...Again!" The two girls cheered me on
as I jumped up and down, my cock bouncing wildly about,
pulled by the attached weights. Suzanne stepped in behind
me and started to spank my naked buttocks, as her sister
looked on. Mr Torrance smiled at my new form of
humiliation. Not to be left out, young Janine reached up
and started to pull on the weights that were savagely
pinching my nipples. Mrs. Torrance just smiled as her
daughters were getting into the act. She knew that there
would be further lessons to follow.
Finally, I was led back to the Barn, where the little
implements of torture were removed. This hurt the worst, as
the blood rushed back into the clipped skin. Ouch!
Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and
shown how to mount it. There was a hole in the leather
padded top that allowed my dick to be exposed from
underneath. I was again tightly bound, the two young girls
stood on each side of my secured body. I didn't know what
was coming next, until Mrs. Torrance approached the table
on which the dildos were arranged. She finally selected a
small one and brought it to me, holding it in front of my
face. "Guess what I'm going to do with this?", she asked.
I didn't have to guess. I'm just thankful that she had
plenty of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the dildo and gently
inserted it into my anus, testing the resistance that she
was going to meet. She gave me quite a fucking with this
one, then got another that was even larger. We went through
5 or 6 dildos, each of her daughters taking a couple of
turns, and I was stretched to new dimensions. Every few
minutes Suzanne, or Janine would reach under the stool to
see if I was hard. I was like a flagpole. The vixens would
also take turns on tightly squeezing my trapped testicles.
"You've had your pleasure, now you must pay for
it", my Mistress announced, "we're going to see how much
pain you can endure." She walked to the rack where all the
whips, paddles, and canes were kept. After making a careful
selection, she returned and instructed me that I would count
from one to ten, each count would be one blow; and if I
missed a count, we would have to start over. Did I
understand? "Yes, Mrs. Torrance".
The whip fell. "One!", I cried. Again, this time
a little harder. "Two!" A third time, even harder.
"Three!" Now I understood, each lash would be harder than
the preceding. She was using the waver in my voice to gauge
my pain. After an irregular delay, the fourth blow. "Four!"
She would vary the rhythm, causing me to feel suspense.
Sometimes she would lay the whip on my red ass for several
seconds, then suddenly draw it back, and then withhold the
blow. The anticipation would almost make me cry out. We
continued through the sequence. "Five!...Six!...Seven!"
She was an excellent flogger. "Eight!...Nine!"...and,
finally, "Ten!" By this time, I was about to choke up, but
I remembered her warning that should I miss a count, we
would begin again. But she wasn't finished with me. Back
to the rack, for another whip. Then begin again at number
one. This went on until I'd felt the sting of most of her
whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded
schoolmaster's canes. "Very good!", she announced when she
was at last satisfied, "Do you wish to thank me? "
"Thank you, Mrs. Torrance".
I was released and taken to another leather
covered table that was built like the thing you sit on in a
doctor's office, (or bend over, depending on your
complaint). I was made to lie on this, on my back and again
bound hand and foot. Suzanne, the older girl, then took
what I believe to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my
genitals. It was very cold, and unpleasant, because it
burned like hell where those clamps had been placed on my
cock and balls. Then Suzanne took a candle from it's holder
and held it over my cock. I began to be a little bit
scared. She wouldn't set that alcohol on fire, or would
she? I didn't ask for that! She knew what I was thinking,
because she was playing with my fear. Then she tilted the
candle and let the hot wax drip onto the underside of my
cock. She would drip a little bit, wait, and then drip a
little more, some on my penis and some on my scrotum.
Finally this punishment, too, was finished.
I was again released and taken to a large leather
chair and told to kneel in front of it. Mrs. Torrance stood
behind me where I couldn't see her. I could hear her
removing her clothes. When she came around me and took a
seat in the chair, I could see that she had removed her
corset and gloves, and wore only those incredibly sexy
heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of both
hands on her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could
see into her wet snatch. She was completely shaven! "You
will eat me", she commanded. I didn't wait. She was so
fragrant and delicious. She gave me instructions while I
licked her. I would be told to lick slowly, then
slightly faster, slower again, harder or deeper. I did my
best to please my Mistress. After many minutes of this
ecstasy, she stopped me and turned over in the chair so that
her ass was thrust toward me. She wanted her asshole
rimmed. The two girls hooted, as I licked and kissed their
mother's bare ass. But this was not the Finale.
"You lick me well", she said after what seemed to
be a very long time, "I've had enough for now". She turned
back over and sat facing me in the chair. "Lick my feet
again", she instructed me. I began to lick those marvelous
shoes again. "How would you like to remove my shoes?", she
inquired. "May I, Mistress?", I asked eagerly. "Yes, you
may". Slowly and carefully, I took each ankle in one hand,
and slipped each shoe off with the other. The skin of her
feet was smooth and looked well cared for, and they were
clean. "Lick them", she repeated softly. I licked every
inch of her feet, gently between the toes, sucking each of
those highly sensitive little parts of her body. I'm sure
she was enjoying every caress of my tongue. She had me lick
her ankles, and further up her legs. But she wanted me to
concentrate on her feet.
After I'd tongued her mothers feet, Janine said,
"Give me your cock." I rose up on my knees, turned around,
and thrust my rigid cock toward her. She began to rub it
with her own bare feet. Suzanne crouched down next to me,
and started to pinch my nipples, with both hands. I was
ready to shoot any minute, and I guess it showed because she
said, "If you come, you will have to clean it up, do you
understand?"
My answer was, of course, "Yes, Suzanne". Janine kept
massaging my cock and balls with her girlish feet until
finally, I just couldn't hold it. I had an explosive
eruption, shooting my semen all over her feet. After all
that, the relief was incredible.
Her mother waited until my orgasm had subsided and
then firmly asked me, "You remember what Janine told you,
don't you?" I said, "Yes, Mrs. Torrance, I must clean up
after myself". When I began to look around for a tissue or
something, she said, "You'll use your tongue". So that's
how it ended; with me licking my own thick spunk from young
Janine's feet and floor, and loving it.
And that my friends was my first visit to the
Torrance's barn, but far from the last, as I became their
slave. Used by the whole family, and as the girls got
older, they would share me with their girlfriends as they
saw fit. When I was over at the Torrance's I was never
allowed to wear clothes, and would often sport a cock and
ball harness; and thus usually an erection.