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Laura and Lilli - 2
by Autolycus (no address provided)

***

Continuing the story of Laura and Lilli. Laura meets 
Lilli and they wander into the countryside in search of 
new thrills. But Laura is testing Lilli is suitable for 
her duties. (FF, spank, huml, voy, ws)

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2. The Testing

The reader will recall that, to save Lilli a long bus 
journey, I had arranged to meet her in a country lane 
quite near to the school. You could be sure that I left 
in plenty of time and, naturally, arrived well before 
time. Not that I minded: the view in the crisp autumn 
afternoon was very relaxing, an ideal place to consider 
my date.

I let my imagination recall our first meeting, flitting 
from scene to scene, the sight of her pissing, the feel 
of her shit cascading down into my rubber knickers, and 
that hungry look on her face as she fondled my shit in 
them. I remembered what she had said about finding 
another scat fan. That was true: in the twenty-odd years 
of my searching, I had found about twenty to twenty-five 
contacts – individuals and couples or groups – of which 
maybe a dozen kept in touch. 

I was making plans for bonding this girl to me, a unique 
opportunity not to be wasted. So, in the warm car, I 
loosened my coat and drew the hem of my skirt up to my 
waist, and caressed myself as dreamed. And, yes, I was 
wearing black rubber knicks.

I must have closed my eyes for a moment – or several – 
'cos when I opened them I realised that someone was 
watching me. Standing at my passenger window was Lilli, 
her coat opened and drawn back, her denim mini drawn up, 
busily fondling her own sex through the rubber panties I 
had given her. I pressed the window switch and clicked 
the door locks shut.

'Keep going!' I urged, redoubling my own efforts.

'Yes!' she gasped

'You can't get in until you climax.'

'Yes!' she moaned, licking the saliva from her lips, 
'I'm nearly there.'

She made a wonderful sight. At first she was facing the 
car, legs apart, and both hands busy between her thighs. 
I could hear the squelch of her sex juices and the 
squeaking of her hands on the rubber. When she announced 
that she was about to come, she turned sideways on and 
one hand transferred itself from her crotch to her ass, 
forcing a rubber-clad finger into her own asshole. 

I was gasping and grunting as a wild orgasm coursed 
through my body: Lilli had turned again and I could see 
her fingers digging into the cunt as she joined me, her 
eyes fixed on my body and making loud mewls of pleasure 
as the spit dribbled down her chin. Then I unlocked the 
doors. Lilli rolled into the car and straight into a 
wild embrace, pinning me against the seat as her mouth 
devoured mine and one hand forced its way past mine to 
feel my sex. Only threat of an unplanned suffocation 
made us stop.

Lilli slid back into the passenger's seat, still panting 
from her orgasm and the kiss but with a happy grin on 
her face. 'Afternoon,' she said in greeting.

'Afternoon?' I laughed. 'Is that the best you've got to 
say? Creeping up on an innocent lady amusing herself in 
the sunshine? Taking in the views?'

'Some view!' Lilli retorted. 'What were you thinking 
about with your eyes shut?'

'You. If fact, I haven't thought about much else since 
our last meeting.'

'Me neither.' She giggled. 'I seem to have spent most of 
the time looking for places to stop off and sneak a 
quick tickle.' She pulled a rucksack into the car and 
closed the door.

'What you got there?' I asked.

'Change of clothes, some items that might interest 
you...and my Journal.'

'Journal?'

'Yeah, all my wicked secrets, things that I've done, 
things that I'd like to do.' She shrugged. 'I'm afraid 
that there's far more in the latter category.'

'We'll see what we can do about that. Can I see it? 
Now?' I might have just had a powerful orgasm but Lilli 
was fascinating me, as was the thought of seeing her 
Journal.

'Not until I've delivered my surprise for you.'

'Alright, but why don't we take a break? I've got a 
flask of coffee in the back, and this is as nice a place 
as any.' I reached for the flask. 'Then there's a little 
job we've got to do and we'll go back to my place. After 
that, dinner and then we can learn a bit more about each 
other.' I poured the drinks and placed Lilli's in the 
cup holder. 'How long can you spend, by the way? Back by 
midnight?'

'All will be revealed,' Lilli whispered 
conspiratorially. 'Can I smoke?'

I nodded, reaching for my roll-up tin. 'Want one of 
mine?' I offered, extending a joint.

Lilli's eyes widened. 'Is that what I think it is? A 
reefer?'

'Yep. Come in contact with 'em before?'

'A couple of times, in the dorm, but there were lots of 
people for a little bit of charge, so I only got a 
couple of pulls.' She took a sip of her coffee. 'The 
second time was better, though. There were only four of 
us and we shared the laughing and the fun. That was 
good, but the fantasies I dreamed up when I went to bed 
were phenomenal. I haven't tried it since. Were those 
fantasies just the results of a good evening, or was the 
charge responsible?' Another sip of coffee. 'I drew some 
of the ideas in my journal,' she added.

Which made me itch to see this journal. I considered my 
reply. 'Yes,' I mused, 'I suppose it could be the dope.' 
I smiled. 'Why do you call it “charge”? I haven't heard 
that name in years! Anyway, there are much more 
stimulating illegal substances around, but dope relaxes 
you...and does away with your inhibitions. Going to have 
one?'

'Why not?' Lilli reached and took one, examining it with 
interest. 'Anything that'll make me perform better for 
my Mistress. Have I got the right end in my mouth?'

I nodded and, after a warning about drawing gently, 
offered her a light. She didn't heed my warning – who 
does? – and there were a frantic few moments as Lilli's 
vital functions were restored. Both spliffs were well 
packed and it crossed my mind that the girl's reaction 
to so large a hit would prove interesting. All the 
hassle had taken us out of the car and we rested our 
butts on the wing while we sipped the rest of our 
coffees. Lilli, I noticed, didn't return the spliff, 
although she treated it with greater respect. For a few 
moments we just viewed the autumn sunset, comfortable in 
each other's company. I lit a spliff for myself.

'Why did you call me “Mistress”?' I asked casually.

'Cos you're more experienced than me, perhaps, or 
because you're older...and deserving of respect.' She 
smiled cheekily. 'Or perhaps it's 'cos I'm always on the 
receiving end in my fantasies and stories.' Another 
pause. 'I'm not afraid of pain. Sometimes I slap my 
nipples hard with a plastic ruler...and that's enough to 
bring me off, sometimes. I reckon pain's a part of 
pleasure, or when you mix them the whole is more than 
the parts, so to speak. It is for me, anyway.' 

I was struck by the maturity in one so young and 
inexperienced. Her hand, next to mine on the wing, 
wriggled its way under mine. 'Finally, I want to serve 
you and learn everything that I can from you. I may 
never meet another person like you in my life and I want 
to treasure every minute of it.' Another little pause, 
and then a hesitant little 'That's if I'm acceptable, of 
course.'

I had no doubts about that. In fact, my thoughts were 
given to keeping Lilli close. I wasn't worried about her 
inexperience: I and my friends would take care of that. 
'What do you think about atmosphere?' I asked, 
emphasising the final word.

This obviously confused Lilli, not that she wasn't 
already drifting as the dope took her. 'Atmosphere,' she 
mused. 'I'm not sure what you mean.'

'When you're writing a story and making an entry in your 
journal, how would you describe pooping your pants?'

'Oh, I see what you mean. I wouldn't just report that 
I'd messed myself: there would have to be reasons for 
it, and consequences. Yes. Atmosphere is a good 
description. I'm all for it. Like, you shouldn't tell me 
what's in store for me – punishment or humiliation or 
anything else – and I expect I'll provide you with lots 
of reasons to deal with me.' She gave me a shy smile. 
'Was that the correct answer?'

'Perfect!' I replied. 'But the roles have to change. I 
like to give and take, and I expect you'll be my 
mistress. Sometimes. I wouldn't expect to know your 
plans either. Now, how long can you stay?'

Lilli gave a cheerful grin. 'More to the point, how long 
does my welcome last?'

'How 'bout the next ten years?' Laughing then as the 
dope took me. 'Just imagine what we could do together!'

A dreamy look filled Lilli's eyes and then she, too, 
burst out laughing. 'What a combination!' she exclaimed. 
'The perfect fantasy! Ten years we'd have to talk about, 
but I don't have to be back until Monday morning. I did 
a deal with a friend of mine. She owed me a big favour, 
see, and she took weekends off – supposedly looking 
after an old girl in the town – but, with the woman's 
agreement, spent it with her boyfriend. Now she's had a 
bust-up with him and she's taken my place for the 
weekend. How about that?'

'Suits me fine.' I replied. 'Call it a test, just to see 
if we're a match though I'm sure that we will. Fancy a 
walk to that copse on the hill? It's only half a mile 
away, and that's where the something is we've got to 
collect.

And off we went, Lilli still with her hand in mine, 
jabbering about her stories and her dreams. I listened, 
amazed at my fortune in meeting her, feeling tingles of 
anticipation run along my back. Once we reached the 
corpse and worked our way into it, I told her that she 
was to look around for a suitable stick or thin branch 
while I did the same. I didn't need to tell her what it 
was for, that was clear, and we wandered into the 
undergrowth. 

Perhaps my search took me longer, but when I arrived 
back at our starting point I found Lilli already there 
with not one but three sticks. She was sitting on a dead 
branch and, since I approached her from behind, she 
wasn't aware that I was there and I watched her flexing 
each sapling in turn, flexing it and making it whistle 
through the air.

'Very commendable,' I said, 'But why three?' That made 
her jump, and as I walked around to face her, one of her 
hands was busy between her thighs. I grinned at her 
obvious embarrassment. 'Seems I can't leave you alone 
for a minute before you're back to you wicked ways. Why 
three?'

'S'truth, you made me jump!' She exclaimed, not making 
any effort to adjust her clothes. The cannabis was 
having a powerful effect. 'Three? Well. I guessed that 
you'll be using one of these to warm my bottom, so I 
brought you a selection.'

'Thoughtful of you,' I replied dryly. 'Actually, your 
collection is for use on my bottom.' I held out several 
saplings of my own and sat down beside her. 'These are 
for use on you. Like I said, it's a test so we can try 
each other out, That means giving and taking. You into 
that?'

'Everything?'

'Everything...till you call a halt.'

'And suppose it's you who calls “Hold, enough!”?'

'That'll be the day. Anyway, let's try them out. Over 
the branch with you, young lady, and get your rubbers 
off, too.'

'Uh...?'

The branch was thick and rested on the other side of a 
slight dip. Lilli examined it, saw its obvious use as a 
saw horse, and peeled her knickers down her legs. 
Sensible girl that she was, she laid them carefully on 
the branch with the slippery gusset uppermost. I did the 
same, laying mine beside hers, and motioned her to take 
her place. She took a look at both sides and chose the 
side that would present her bottom best for my 
attentions. 

Once she had settled herself I drew two pairs of shiny 
metal handcuffs from my shoulder bag, and before she 
realised what was happening I had fixed her right wrist 
to her left ankle. Nor did she say anything when the 
other cuffs were in place. So she was stoned, but the 
expression on her face was pure excitement.

'I've got four sticks,' I said, 'And you'll get five 
cuts of each. As I give you each cut you must nod your 
head for the next. Each stick will be applied harder. 
Remember, you're going to get your go when I've 
finished. Pay-back time.'

'What happens if I scream?' she asked.

'I don't think anyone would hear you,' I replied, 'But 
I've taken care of that, and a blindfold.'

'Wow! You think of everything, don't you?' She giggled. 
'Alright to have the odd climax?'

I picked up my rubber knickers and folded them to that 
all my sex juices were on the outside, just right to 
titillate Lilli's taste buds. I didn't have to order her 
to open her mouth: it was already open, wide. 'As many 
as you like, my dear,' I said, 'But we won't hear then, 
will we.' I stuffed the knickers into her mouth and, 
after another little dip into my bag, used a broad dogs' 
collar to hold them in place. She chewed on them like 
they were a favourite sweet. Then I held out a hood, a 
white one, and watched her eyes widen in curiosity. 

'The legs from a pair of directoire knickers,' I 
explained, 'Cut off at the gusset and stitched together. 
The pair make one hood and the elasticated legs are 
stitched together to fit over your head...so!' and I 
drew the hood over her head and eased the elastic around 
her neck. I saw that she was shivering. 'Too much?' I 
asked but she shook her head furiously to deny the fact.


I walked to Lilli's rear – in both senses of the word – 
wondering which sapling I should use first, and how 
hard. I used one of the sticks to lift the hem of her 
skirt, watching the cold air goose-pimple her quite 
lovely ass, letting my hand caress her cheeks. As I 
touched her she jumped, her hooded head swinging from 
side to side as she tried to sense what was happening. 

I laid the two sticks across her back so that she could 
feel their presence, and then used both hands to caress 
her further, interspersed with gentle slaps and pinches. 
She felt delicious to my touch and I couldn't help 
reaching down further until my fingers danced on her 
swollen cunt lips. God, but she was wet! I lifted one of 
the saplings and made it whistle through the air. 

Lilli went rigid in anticipation of the blow and then 
seemed to slump as no blow followed. Then, when she 
wasn't expecting it, I brought it down on her ass. I was 
not gentle, and her body jerked with the unexpected pain 
of the cut. I heard her moan into her gag, but as her 
body relaxed, her head was already nodding for the next. 

It was an amazing experience. Lilli danced and squirmed 
with each stroke – moaned, even, and sometimes the gag 
wasn't sufficient to contain a cry of pain - as I worked 
through my selection of saplings. But after each cut she 
thrust her ass out as though she were begging for the 
next. Which she was. And all the while I could see 
another movement in her body that had nothing to do with 
her pain... or perhaps it was everything to do with the 
pain. Lilli was building up to an involuntary climax. 

After the ninth stroke I stopped, when I judged she was 
starting to climax. I didn't say anything: there was 
already a mutuality binding us. Her thighs and buttocks 
tensed and relaxed and I watched fascinated as the tip 
of her clitoris jutted out from her swollen labia. I 
couldn't resist drawing the tip of the stick in my hand 
across that quivering tip and Lilli went into overdrive. 

She didn't need any further help, and I was gobsmacked 
to see the dark red lips of her cunt pushing her labia 
apart. It really looked as though it was beckoning me. 
Lilli was crying out as the orgasm hit her, some of 
which escaped through her gag. Then her pussy was moving 
of its own accord, opening and closing as it pumped her 
sex juices onto her slit until there was sufficient to 
bathe the inside of her thighs. Her whole body spasmed 
in climax and then she collapsed onto the branch, 
trembling with orgiastic delight.

Even then, within a minute or so, she was nodding her 
head for the next stroke. She wasn't the first person 
that had been my victim on that fallen branch: she was 
certainly the one with the most panache. I hadn't been 
kind, either. Discipline didn't give consideration to 
the victim: Lilli's bum was already a bright scarlet. 
Stroke followed stroke, measured, and never a word from 
me until the eighteenth had landed. 

Then I saw her body change its movements as another 
orgasm approached. I had been mauling my breasts and 
pinching my nipples, fingering my cunt and wanking my 
clit while Lilli took her thrashing. I wanted to share 
this orgasm with her.

'Hold it!' I moaned, 'Wait for me!'

Lilli nodded once for that and then, after a brief 
pause, nodded again for number nineteen. My final rod 
was the thinnest of the four that I had selected, the 
whippiest, and I applied it with some force. During the 
last two cuts Lilli was screaming into the gag – quite 
audibly – and her hips squirmed and writhed with her 
incipient climax. 

As soon as I had finished I threw down the stick and 
settled my sex against her shuddering bum. Reaching 
under her body I grabbed her tits and squeezed them 
rhythmically, holding her so that her hard nipples came 
between my index and middle fingers and could be pinched 
most painfully.

'Cum now, bitch!' I grunted, 'Cum with me!'

Which was exactly what happened, and it was rather 
lovely. After a few moments I slowly – and shakily – 
eased myself off the girl and stood back to view my 
handiwork. Her bottom was warm enough to fry an egg on, 
and rivulets of her spunk dribbled down her thighs. My 
juices had landed on her bum and were copious enough to 
flow into the cleft between her cheeks, thence to flow 
over her asshole and cunt before joining the rivulets 
running down her legs. 

I walked around the branch and removed Lilli's hood and 
then her gag. Before she could speak I gathered her hair 
in my hand and pulled her head up so that I could kiss 
her passionately. Then, leaving her gasping and panting, 
I opened the handcuffs and helped her to her feet. As 
soon as she was upright she turned and fell into arms.

'That was fucking amazing!' she exclaimed tearfully. 
'Thank you! Thank you!' and the kisses were back again.

'More fun than doing it yourself?'

'Oh, Christ, yes! I thought I knew about pain and 
pleasure, but it was nothing like that.' She tried to 
peer over her shoulder to see her glowing bum, couldn't, 
and cupped her ass cheeks with her hands. She giggled. 
'Got a couple of ciggies to light off that?' I had, and 
we rested out bums on the branch, sitting very close 
together, happy with each other's proximity. Of course, 
my turn was still to come. 

We finished our cigarettes, and the remains of the 
coffee in the flask. I took off my coat and spread it 
over the branch, just where Lilli had been tied. 'Here 
be alright?' I asked.

Lilli shook her head. 'No,' she said, 'I spotted a place 
when I was collecting my canes. If you don't mind, I'd 
prefer to use that.' She collected my coat and folded it 
over one arm and, clasping my hand in hers, led me 
further into the copse. 'Got any other secrets in this 
coat? Any more rope or cuffs?'

'There might be. You got a use for some more?'

She grinned impudently at me. 'I might have,' she said. 
'It would make my job a bit easier, save changing the 
bondage part way through. Anyway, here we are,' and she 
parted the bushes to reveal a little clearing that, at 
some time before it became overgrown, had been a riding 
jump. And a stiff one at that: parallel bars, one about 
three feet from the ground and its companion four-and-a-
half feet with a gap of about three feet between them. 
It was then that I started to wonder about Lilli. 

For the merest amateur that she professed to be, she'd 
chosen a very good site. I told her so, and got another 
evil grin for my troubles. Lilli went through my 
pockets, extracting – to squeals of delight – a couple 
of lengths of rope... and my bathing cap. Well, I mean, 
a girl never knows when she'll find herself in a 
position of needing a bathing cap. Like now, from the 
look on Lilli's face.

'What's this for?' she asked, holding it this way and 
that. It was an innocent, old fashioned cap, even to the 
little flowers that adorned it and the strap that fitted 
under my chin.

'Remember our last meeting?' She nodded hard. 'Just 
suppose you'd have plenty of time and I'd wanted to try 
something different? It's easy wiping shit off your 
face. It's a bugger to get it out of your hair. See what 
I mean?'

'I see. Good idea. Will you put it on, please.'

'Uh...?'

'Yes, please. You did say we'd each play it our own way, 
and it gives me a chance to add another bit to your 
punishment.'

'Oh!' was about all that I could manage, and tugged the 
bathing cap over my head – making sure that all my hair 
was covered. This might just be one of those occasions. 
Lilli spread my coat over the lower bar and steered me 
towards it until the fronts of my thighs pressed against 
it. A tap on my legs was enough to make me spread them. 
To tell the truth, I was a bit worried as to what the 
girl would have in store for me. Call it fearful 
anticipation and leaven it with a bundle of lust, and 
you've got a potent mix. 

I found myself trembling, though whether with fear or 
desire was a moot point. My new friend showed 
commendable expertise in fastening two of the ropes 
around my ankles and then stretching my legs even 
further apart as she tied the other ends of the ropes to 
the stout uprights. I wasn't getting away from there in 
a hurry.

Then the cheeky little minx tugged up my skirt and 
cuddled up to my back, hugged me, filling her hands with 
my boobs. 'Ohhh! This is fun,' she breathed. 'You've got 
lovely tits.' And then, having nearly brought me to an 
orgasm with a tit grope, she stood to one side and 
attacked my sex from front and back, The fingers of one 
hand wriggled their way through swollen sex lips and 
explored my sex while the fingers of the other hand were 
probing my ass, all exposed by my bondage. 

When she had slid two fingers of the 'front' hand into 
my vagina, a pair of fingers from the other hand joined 
them to share my copious juices before wriggling their 
way into my asshole. I was mewling and twitching, as 
much as my bonds would allow, ready at any moment to 
plunge into an orgasm. Just before I got there, however, 
Lilli pulled her hands away. She held them up in front 
of me, both glistening with my juices and one with 
flecks of my shit on them.

'Refreshment break,' Lilli announced. 'Which do you 
want?' She waggled the fingers in front of me. 'Choose 
the wrong one and you get an extra five.'

'Why?' I asked.

''Cos I want a particular one, and you've got to guess 
right...'

'...or I get five more stroke.'

'That's right.' She held both pairs of fingers in front 
of my face, level with my mouth. 'Come on, make your 
choice. They're beginning to dry off.' I knew the one 
she wanted, the shitty one, and that was the one of the 
pair that I sucked into my mouth. We licked them clean 
.'You knew that was my choice, didn't you?' she snapped. 
'Never mind, I'll get even with you. Now, will you bend 
forward, please?'

Lilli's hand propelled my torso forward until the second 
bar stopped it, coming just about level with the tops of 
my shoulders, just under my throat where Lilli had 
thoughtfully wrapped her own mack around the branch. My 
arms were spread along the bar and the handcuff on each 
wrist just happened to fix around the bar on the far 
side of a pair of branch stumps that kept my arms 
extended. 

Next she turned her attention to the rubber pants that 
we had both been wearing and were well coated in our 
juices. I had already used mine to gag Lilli: she seemed 
to want both pairs, commenting that she wasn't going to 
'go soft' on my punishment. And if that wasn't enough to 
set me trembling, she made up the ball out of both pairs 
and then carefully wiped my slit and inner thighs before 
standing in front of me to wipe her own parts and the 
sweet smelling and tasting gag was thrust into my 
widely-stretched mouth. Once the dog collar was used to 
hold the gag in place I was in place, a ready sacrifice 
suitably bound and gagged.

I had a sudden fearful thought of someone stumbling on 
our little torture chamber, and that was made even worse 
when Lilli – after she had removed her skirt – pulled my 
sweater up over my breasts and tucked the material under 
my chin. 'You've got the loveliest tits,' she whispered 
as she explored them, 'And a rubber bra, too. Goody! 
Now, where's that hood?'

As it turned out, neither of us had collected the hood 
and Lilli set off to retrieve it. I knew that it would 
take her a good five minutes and there I was, securely 
bound and gagged. Available for anyone who strayed into 
the place. Again, that thought thrilled me and I 
enlarged on the original fantasy to make it a group of 
Lilli's school friends that burst into the clearing. I 
found the thought of several girls – of varying ages and 
all in school uniform – examining me, caressing me, 
abusing me, set me trembling again. This time it was all 
lust... and lovely. 

I felt just a little bit disappointed when Lilli 
returned all on her own. But she did have the hood. 
Taking her place in front of my again, she folded the 
nylon hood into a pad some six inches square and placed 
it on the grass. I watched her stimulate herself some 
more – I realised that she must have been bare from the 
waist when she went to collect it – and then she 
squatted over the folded material and started to pee on 
it, slowly, making sure that every part got soaked. 
Finally she stood up, carrying the sodden knickers with 
her.

'Oh. My goodness!' she exclaimed in mock horror, 
'Somebody's gone and made your knicker hood all wet.' 
This girl had atmosphere in spades. Mesmerised, I 
watched her lift the garment to her lips and push a bit 
of it into her mouth, smacking her lips over the taste. 
'Funnily enough, this actually tastes of piss. Never 
mind, we mustn't let these little things interfere with 
our pleasures,' and with that she shook out the hood and 
tugged in over my head, blinding me and filling my 
senses with the sweet odour of her urine. I could feel 
the wet material gather around my face as I breathed in, 
not true suffocation but it did restrict my breathing 
somewhat. 

Lilli must have knelt because suddenly felt her hands 
holding my head up while her lips sucked at the wet 
nylon and kissed my face. 'Isn't this lovely,' she 
crooned, so quietly that that the sounds were almost 
muffled out by the wet hood. I heard her sigh of 
anticipation. 'Perhaps, one day, we can both piss in it, 
shit in it...and roll dice to see who wears it. Ohhhh! 
I'm sooo glad that I've met you.' With another 
passionate kiss to my gagged mouth, I sensed that she 
was standing again.

Everything added to my lusts. I was sure that the 
slightest lewd touch would send me into an immediate 
orgasm. Yet, when Lilli paused to tongue-fuck my asshole 
and sex again, that didn't happen. Instead it seemed 
that my orgasm was a massive waterfall cascading down 
into a deep gorge: I could launch myself over the edge 
whenever I wanted, but each time that Lilli took 
liberties with me – the piss-soaked hood, the tonguing - 
the height of the waterfall rose by a couple of hundred 
feet. Only rarely had I achieved such pleasure, the 
ultra-climax.

'Now we'll start,' came Lilli's voice, muffled and from 
somewhere behind me. 'I only picked two sticks. This 
first one is a bendy willow. See what it feels like.'

That same muffling prevented me from hearing any sound, 
such as the whistle of in incoming blow, and it was 
completely unexpected. Every nerve in my body let out a 
piercing protest at the cane cut across by bum. For a 
moment the pain was located where the stick had landed, 
concentrated and penetrating. Then that pain started to 
spread over my butt, the initial pain easing with the 
spread. At the same time, a response to the pain – its 
opposite – was driving to my erogenous zones. 

My nipples throbbed and my sex was flooded with another 
wave of pleasure. With exquisite timing, Lilli landed 
the second blow just as the effects of the first were 
fading. I had been expecting a second to my ass so when 
the second cut across my breast – from underneath – 
there was a different pain, and a whole lot of new 
responses. She had not been gentle either, and I was 
sure that the gag wouldn't hold back every bit of my 
cries of shock and surprise.

'So that's the first one. Now we'll try the second,' 
Lilli announced. 'Remember it? It was the stick that 
parted about halfway and made two sticks that grew very 
close together. After that, I will give you your 
punishment. I know how many you're going to get. You'll 
just have to guess. Here we go, then. Remember, the 
first cut will be the split branch.'

Of course, all my attention was directed to my bum. 
Quite clinically, I was interested to see – and feel – 
the difference between her two implements. So, when the 
blow cut across my breasts, the shock hit me just before 
the pain. This was worse since, I think, the end of the 
split branch fell either side of my nipple and the 
protest from that engorged bit cut like a knife through 
the rest of the pain. And I loved it! 

After a few moments for me to taste the split cane, the 
others came fast and furious. There was no particular 
rhythm or cadence: a wild tattoo on my tits would be 
followed by several slow strokes across my bottom. The 
unpredictability only added to the thrill. Furthermore, 
as my punishment progressed I was panting for breath, 
and I was finding it harder and harder to draw 
sufficient air through the piss-sodden hood. 

I had orgasms, or perhaps it was just one long orgasm 
that came in waves: I felt like I surfing along the edge 
of the waterfall, still not ready to launch myself into 
the maelstrom. Then, with one last blow to both my ass 
and my tits that had me screaming into my gag, I knew 
that it was over, or so I thought.

There were no words but I heard Lilli moving around and 
she curled my hands around the two items that had given 
me such pain.....and pleasure. Still silently, my bonds 
were loosened – although the ropes that were fixed about 
my wrists were left in place – and Lilli eased me 
upright, resting my trembling body against the wooden 
frame. The hood wasn't removed, nor was the gag, and she 
used the ropes to cross my arms behind my back and knot 
the ends around my waist. An effective if simple strait 
jacket that thrust my breasts into prominence. 

I tried to puzzle out what she was up to, trying to 
'sense' her actions through my soggy hood. Only when she 
steered me away from the jump and then gently forced me 
to my knees did I realise that I was kneeling on a soft 
bit of grass. The silence was creepy... and very 
exciting. She rolled me onto my back, straightened my 
body. The cool grass was a balm to my stinging bottom. 

She spread my legs and then devoted herself to mauling 
my tits – still in their rubber prisons – and flipped my 
skirt up so that my sex was available to her busy hands. 
More movement, and she was kneeling over my head, facing 
my feet. She reached into my hood and pulled out the 
rubber panties that gagged me and then pulled the hood 
tight over the back of my head, piling the loose 
material over my face I heard her speak, only a murmur 
through my hood.

'Not a word,' she said, 'Nothing. I'm still in charge 
and I'm thirsty, and so must you be. I'm going to give 
you the tongue-fucking of your life and you can nuzzle 
my cunt through those pretty knicker legs. I'm going to 
soak them again for you, for a treat, and when you feel 
them grow wet, you piss as hard as you can. I won't 
waste any, and we'll finish this treat off with a 
massive climax. Don't speak. Just nod you head.'

I nodded furiously, fearful that I might lose anything 
of what this wonderful girl had planned. Sometime, when 
we were back in our usual reality, questions would be 
asked, like, where did the prefect of a posh school 
acquire such expertise. 

Then the little cow managed to wedge her shoulders under 
my thighs and haul my ass off the ground, effectively 
bending me in the middle and spreading my sex like a 
table for her to feast on. At the same time, she lowered 
her sex onto my face, moving it this way and that as she 
worked the sodden fabric of my knicker hood into a pad 
over my nose and mouth. 

As I struggled for breath another question begged an 
answer: how did she know about suffocation? My waterfall 
was looming large and, as Lilli's copious sex juices 
filtered through the material to meld with taste and 
smell of her piss, I was about to throw away the paddle 
and abandon myself to the rushing torrent of my orgasm.

Lilli gave excellent head. She seemed to have a long 
tongue that wriggled its way around every bit of my sex, 
light, flickering, dipping deep into my cunt and 
asshole, driving me. I moved my head constantly, 
searching for air... and doing my best to stimulate 
Lilli. The knicker pad over my face fell away but it was 
still an effort to breathe, and any extra liquid was 
Lilli's juices. 

Then, suddenly, the heady smell and taste of her sex was 
drowned in a growing flow of urine, bitter-sweet and 
warm from her bladder. That flow didn't help the 
suffocation I was enjoying but I still remembered my 
side of the bargain. My position – bent nearly double – 
aided me and I released my muscles and sprayed my piss 
into Lilli's face. 

I felt her lips close around my urethra and the 
sensation of her hungry, sucking mouth was wonderful. 
Her fingers delved deep into my cunt and ass. That was 
it, and with a wail of delight I plunged over that 
orgasmic torrent, gasping for my breath was the 
pleasures took me so violently. And even in the midst of 
my own orgasm, I was aware that Lilli was with me all 
the way.

Certainly long before I had stopped twitching Lilli had 
removed my hood and untied the ropes. In the gathering 
darkness, we found a soft piece of grass rolled onto it, 
and into each other's arms.

'I'll bet you didn't expect that,' she whispered, 
between kisses. 'Fun though.'

'Quite ruined me,' I replied, 'But, as you say, lots of 
fun.'

The onset of dusk forced us to repair our dress and 
gather up our bits and pieces. As we left the little 
copse, Lilli pulled the undergrowth back to cover the 
entrance.

She giggled. 'You never know when we might need it 
again.' 

True, I thought as we stumbled back to my car.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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