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Leak - 11
Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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The continuation of a gently rough love story. (Ff, ped,
reluc, bd)
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Chapter Eleven: Discipline's Light
As usual Thelma was truly proud of herself. What irony
she pondered, what extreme twists of fate. What a wild
wonderful life she's had, a perpetual roller coaster of
delightful opportunities, and for this happiness to
arrive just now, as she enters her twilight years, was
more than a reward for being honest with herself, it was
proof of God.
Bigg had always loathed her, not that he actually liked
anyone. But he hated Thelma because she'd been adopted
into the family for reasons unbeknownst to him, and she
was always treated as an equal by their father, Badd
Paines. Bigg felt it was unfair father considered the
youngest equal to the eldest, and as a devout male
chauvinist, the fact she was female made it that much
worse.
Thelma was adopted by the late Mr. Badd Paines, as a
favor to a cohort in crime. Thelma was the daughter of a
man he had known since childhood. They'd been a team
since the day their mothers brought them together,
quickly becoming inseparable.
They grew into a pair of extremely sinister men, greedy
and devoid of feelings or remorse, perfectly suited to
the powerful connections they established with the more
unsavory politicians infesting the Democratic and
Republican parties. It was in Washington they met and
formed an unholy alliance with America's vilest enemies,
and with their help, a dynasty rivaling all.
Thelma, now Laura's governess, ordered an end to all of
Laura's privileges. She put a stop to the endless flow
of servants who'd served the girl for the last fifteen
years. She forbade Laura to have visitors, or for the
girl to leave her room without permission. Anything
Laura received from that moment on would be from Thelma,
or someone of the old woman's choosing.
Thelma was thoroughly pleased with her late brother's
granddaughter. The little slut's sexual ignorance and
easily stirred frustrations surpassed Thelma's wildest
expectations. Never had a pupil surrendered so
completely, in such utter defeat, and in such short time
as young Miss Paines.
Thelma felt powerful, tingly, riding her mind like a
motorcycle up and down wide boulevards of erotic madness
and insanity, quite out of control. She envisioned
herself the matriarch of Paines Manor as surely as she
now was the matriarch of Miss Paines.
Thelma was lying back on her bed, settled comfortably
into a large soft crater of satin and silk. The early
morning sun peeked through a crack along the window
curtain's length. The room was aglow with its warm
light, while zillions of motes danced quietly in its
thin stream. Thelma arched her back, once again
surrendering to Fifi's caresses.
The chubby blind mute had been slaving away for the last
hour on her hands and knees between Thelma's legs. Her
tongue smarted terribly and her mouth was stuffed with
Thelma's curly hairs. Her plump cheeks were brightly
crimsoned from the constant slaps they'd received at the
hands of her mistress. Her eyes were swollen, her face
wet with tears.
Laura could barely doze off. She'd been unable to sleep
while lying on the cold stone floor, chained to the bed
in which Thelma slept, the wonderful bed that once
belonged to her mother, a bed she thrilled jumping into
as a child whenever mother left their adjoining door
unlocked for her to slip through.
Whether early in the morning or late at night, she could
enter the room and climb into the large cozy bed. Then
she could be with her mother, cuddling before breakfast
or cowering together under sheets during a terrible
storm, in this safe place. But those days were gone and
it was today. Her mother's bedroom has now been
ransacked and much of the rug's been taken up, baring a
floor made of stone slabs.
For Laura, this day began long before morning's first
light, when the boys were yet fast asleep, their greedy
hands and mouths crammed with Fifi, and sweet dreams.
The maid dozed between them in an uncomfortably
disturbed nightmare dictated by the two parasites
feeding from her ripe body. Laura was yet lying with
Thelma engulfed in the older woman's hot sweaty form. At
one point Thelma had stopped kissing and licking the
exhausted girl long enough to hand her a thick black
leather collar.
"Here, Miss Paines," Thelma whispered. "Slip this round
your neck and bring the ends together properly, so I can
lock it in place."
Laura took the stiff collar from Thelma timidly, with
her long fingers and thumbs. She was taken with its
thickness and breadth, by the small metal eye, and
subsequent metal slot. She turned it quizzically in her
hands, knowing it to be a dog collar, but unsure of its
intent. Then she saw passed the collar, Thelma looking
down at her, holding a small lock in hand, waiting.
Laura sensed the woman's impatience and brought the
collar down while lifting her head from the bed enough
to slip it round her own neck. Laura took in the
leather's smell as she brought the ends of the band
together in front of her. She found its width
uncomfortable, having to lift her chin to accommodate
it, but it was well measured to her throat.
Thelma had Laura bring the ends of the collar together
and work the metal ring through the slot, buckling it
tight. Then Thelma slipped the lock through the ring and
clicked it closed. Thelma then produced four more cuffs,
one for each of the young lady's ankles and wrists.
Laura took each one and belted it in place for her
mistress to secure.
Laura gasped in sorrow when she espied the ball gag in
Thelma's hand and turned her head to one side. Yet, fret
as she may, neither hand rose in defense and without a
will to resist, she opened her mouth obediently when the
ball approached.
Remembering the past pain and discomfort while on the
table, she opened her mouth wide as she could. She was
hoping to make things easier for herself, but the ball
gag was far too large and Laura panicked as Thelma
planned making it fit. The woman twisted, turned and
worked the big rubber ball painfully into the little
mouth.
Laura's small dainty hands finally moved, going to her
mouth's defense only to end up fluttering about
nervously, touching gently Thelma's big burly hand as it
worked. But, they dared not interfere as the hand
finished fitting the ball passed Laura's teeth and into
the small cavity with a squish, and an exasperated
'Oooomph,' from Laura.
Laura gagged, choked and gasped to the intrusion of so
much rubber, her head lifting from the bed enough for
Thelma, who deftly brought the strap's ends together and
fastened them securely. Laura's hands moved to touch her
own cheeks, to comfort her strained mouth, but a sharp
look from Thelma made her think otherwise. The look
reminded her of the rules and she let her arms drop to
her sides in resignation.
Thelma climbed out of the bed and disappeared into a
dark corner of the room with Laura looking on in fear.
Laura strained to keep her hands at bay, her body from
shaking and arching in concerns beyond her wildest
imagination. Her eyes darted from the ceiling, to the
door, to Thelma and back again, over and over. After
some time and short refrain of a lively tune, Thelma
turned humming the finish, with birch rod in hand. When
Laura saw it, she began convulsing.
The long willowy stick was about as thick as a thumb and
tapered into a fine wispy end. Thelma held it out for
Laura to view and wove it about. She smiled wickedly
while walking toward her trembling wide-eyed victim. She
sat down on the bed near her, giving fear time to
spread. Laura's eyes darted between Thelma's and the
menacing cane. Thelma turned Laura onto her side, so she
could fasten the girl's wrists together behind her back,
then clipped the girl's anklets together and commenced
speaking softly.
"Miss Paines," she began, with a most wicked smile,
"tonight I will administer a severe punishment, plus a
pinch for good measure. It should prove a most valuable
lesson for you, so learn well." The old woman was
whipping the long stick back and forth in the air
rapidly, motion and sound mesmerizing Laura and leaving
her breathless. "Then tomorrow you will receive another
punishment in front of my boys. In this way I will bring
you face to face with humility, and chase away any
lingering doubts you may yet have about the importance
of the rules."
She brought the stick down in a series of quick, smart
swats that took the sheet off the bed and made Laura
jump. "I hope to emphasize the importance of your
obedience to me. To the rules and me. And dear girl,
please learn from the severity of this discipline,"
Thelma explained.
Laura was already weeping in muffled protests as Thelma
cinched her knees with a belt and finished tying her big
toes together with a ribbon. Laura looked up through her
tears at Thelma rising. She looked up shaking her head
violently back and forth. Her immense breasts wobbled
back and forth on her small chest in giant waves of
despair. Thelma glared down at the terrified teenager in
a growing anger, while using the cane to produce a
whistling sound in the air. She was feeding on Laura's
fear and waited for the right moment.
"Lie still girl. Perfectly still, or it will hurt all
that much more," Thelma ordered. Reaching down with her
left hand, she took the nipple of Laura's right breast
firmly between her thumb and index finger. She clamped
down on the long pink nub and yanked the breast taut,
pulling and lifting Laura off the bed slightly. She
caused the girl's body to bow, to arch from the bed
provocatively.
Laura soon hung like the scales of justice, her head
resting on the bed, dangling from one end of her breast,
her legs and toes stretched and tense, resting on the
bed from the other end. Thelma stood in the center,
holding her female scale with a sadistic pride, the
goddess of justice herself.
Laura heard two sounds and felt a pain she would
remember for the rest of her life. They were the
whistling of the birch rod through the air, its sharp
crisp landing, and its bite. The first one landed on
Laura's milky white thighs as Thelma brought it down
hard as she could. Laura spasmed to the pain, as she
dangled from the end of her own breast. The pain shot
through her body and she withered in an involuntary
attempt to wrench free.
Thelma squeezed the nipple harder, taking a firmer grip
and successfully stilled the girl. She scrutinized her
handiwork with a smile. A long, dark purple welt
appeared across Laura's thighs, imbedded in the baby
soft skin, flecks of blood permeating its gruesome
design.
Delighted with her first result, a crazed look came over
Thelma. Her heart started pumping faster and her
adrenaline kicked in. She raised the willowy stick high
into the air and brought it down again, harder then
before, careful to cross the first mark. The second
lashing formed another giant blood speckled line across
the beautiful thighs.
The hysterical teenager strained and pulled against her
captive breast like a wild animal in a deadly bear trap.
She was no longer concerned about ripping her nipple
from the breast, as the birch rod began to play a lively
selection of whistling tunes, all of them landing with
terrible devastation. Welt after welt sprang up in small
'X's that burned into Laura's tender skin, and mind.
Thelma used the girl's nipple and breast to play her as
an angler might a freshly snagged trout. She gave the
teen only so much room to jump, before reeling her in
close. Tears streamed from poor Laura's bulging eyes and
saliva drooled out from behind her gag in profusion. In
moments, both coated her face, head, neck and chest.
After an eternity of jumping around to the birch rod's
tune, Laura realized Thelma had stopped. The whistling
was gone, but the pain remained. Through her tear-
blurred eyes, Laura watched Thelma kneel onto the bed
close to her head. Then she watched the old woman swing
her big behind up and over. It straddled Laura's head
and landed on her face once again.
Thelma took her time adjusting her fat bottom on the
smooth tear-soaked head, using it like a piece of toilet
paper. She wiggled about like a mother hen warming her
eggs, her big anus finally discovering its target,
Laura's small pointed nose.
Thelma's anus opened around Laura's beak and forced
itself down over it. The woman's anal muscles worked on
the poor nose until Thelma felt her rectum successfully
devour the entire little plug. Ever the little devil,
Thelma followed that with the most vulgar escapes of
wind. The gas was sure to have filled the poor teen's
head, drowning her senses and taking her higher than
ever. Especially after Thelma had digested a meal of
corned beef and cabbage.
Thelma held her tiny stool steady, enjoying every moment
of the girl's suffering. She surveyed the long lovely
body stretched out before her in all its glory. The
anticipation of what was to come caused her sphincter
muscle to clench, and chew on Laura's nose happily.
Then the whistling began again, although Laura couldn't
hear it. The birch rod now landed along the length of
the teen's body, leaving welts that extended from her
breasts, passed her belly, to her thighs. Laura began
jumping around again, the movements forcing her nose to
drill around in Thelma's asshole.
She was forced to stir her nose deeper and deeper, in a
sniveling, snorting agony that kept Thelma bucking in
pleasure. And all the while, the long stick poured down
like rain, its fine wispy end snapping loudly against
the teen's tender purse, nipping at her labia, biting at
her swollen clitoris.
Five, ten, twenty times the whip landed on the beautiful
creature, until an exhausted Thelma dropped the stick in
fits of intense orgasms. They wracked through her body,
causing her to topple from her perch onto the bed in
utter satisfaction. There she lay until she caught her
breath, exhausted and smiling contentedly.
After catching her breath, Thelma rolled up next to her
little slave and looked down on the raw chaffed face.
With a satisfied smile, she cradled the girl in her
arms. Laura's nose was now red and coated with a brown
stickiness.
"Miss Paines, I hope this little lesson has been helpful
and cleared up any doubts you may have harbored about
obedience to the rules," Thelma whispered into the
teen's ear, while catching her own breath.
Through tears and pains, Laura was desperately shaking
her head up and down in acknowledgement. Laura wanted
nothing more than to be cuddled, and wished her
tormentor would hold and comfort her. But Thelma rose
from the bed again, this time pulling Laura with her.
She yanked the girl off the bed and threw her down onto
the cold stone floor. She fastened the hysterical figure
by her collar to one of the bed's feet, on a very short
leash.
"Keep quiet my dear little slut," was the last thing
Thelma said, and her tone turned Laura's blood cold as
the stone floor. Thelma hopped into bed and slept till
just before morning's first light, when she went for
Fifi. Laura had been unable to sleep lying on the cold
floor, chained to the wonderful bed that once belonged
to her mother. A bed she thrilled to jumping into as a
child.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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