TITLE    : Quality Control Ch. 02
STORYID  : quality-control-ch-02
SUMMARY  : The blonde was hot, but the redhead was even hotter!
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2009-07-11
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |lesbian|sex machine|fucking machine|experiment|medical|gyno|exam|spanking|scientist|test|


Dr. Fanny Fanner remembered her first subject--or, as she now preferred to think of her, her first victim. The young blonde had surprised the physicist by opting to participate in a scientific study in which the bitch had been warned, more than once, by the scientist herself, that she'd experience pain and humiliation. The tart was more than pretty enough to earn better money as a stripper or an exotic dancer. Instead, she'd chosen to be spanked, and spanked hard, for more modest remuneration, and despite her youth and apparent innocence, the little blonde with the small tits and tight, compact ass had proved quite the veteran pain slut. As she'd departed, her ass red and decorated with welts and bruises, she'd actually asked to be invited back!



Although the bitch would always occupy a special place in the researcher's heart, for it was the sexy young blonde who'd awakened the physicist to her own slumbering attraction for members of her own sex, Dr. Fanner had decided to recruit a different pool of potential subjects from which to choose in conducting the spanking machine test that she was performing today. She'd selected a nubile young redhead who, as far as Dr. Fanner could tell through the clingy blouse and tight jeans that the little strumpet had worn to the preliminary interview, had fine tits and a sweet ass. Since discovering her own latent lesbianism, Dr. Fanner had decided to play the field, as it were, by selecting various women as the subjects for the several spanking machines that remained for her to test.



Like the blonde, the redhead, young, pretty, and innocent looking, arrived naked, having disrobed in the locker room at the end of the hall that opened off the anteroom to the chamber in which the machine, already assembled, awaited testing, and, trying to project a professional demeanor, despite her swelling clitoris and the moisture gathering within her cunt, Dr. Fanner inspected the redhead's body as the subject stood before her, unashamed, awaiting the physicist's instructions.



The bitch was hot, all right, just as the scientist had anticipated. Her face was lovely. Wavy red hair framed a Valentine's heart-shaped countenance in which wide-set blue eyes; a thin nose; and soft, full lips gave the young woman a little-girl look that was belied by her firm, high, round, if smallish, tits, which boasted nipples that were erect from either the room's air conditioning or her own anxiety or passion, or, perhaps, a combination thereof; her gently flowing hips; the strip of trimmed pubic hair on either side of her dimpled sex; and her full, lovely pair of buttocks, which, especially pale, like the rest of the redhead's fair complexion, would look absolutely superb after the machine had done its work on them.



With the blonde, Dr. Fanner had made sure that the subject had understood what was in store for her as a subject in the testing of a spanking machine, but the physicist didn't concern herself with whether the redhead truly understood what she'd agreed to suffer for the sake of "science." The little bitch was of age, and her signature was legal. That was all that mattered, really. Besides, she might be as big a pain slut as the blonde tart had shown herself to be. Maybe the redhead wanted to be spanked, needed to feel humiliated, craved pain. Dr. Fanner smiled. If so, she told herself, she'd accommodate the little floozy.



"What's your name?" the scientist asked her subject.



"Vivian."



Dr. Fanner hadn't asked the blonde's name. It had seemed to her, then, that doing so might be unethical. After all, protocol required that the subjects remain anonymous. Since seeing the young blonde bitch's delight in being spanked and since learning of her own lesbian leanings, such issues no longer mattered to Dr. Fanner. She wanted to feel a bit more intimate with her victim, and knowing the subject's name would create a sense of closeness that would be otherwise missing or negligible.



"I'm Dr. Fanner," she informed the redheaded beauty. "But you can call me Fanny."



The little bimbo blushed. "Fanny?"



Given the nature of the work that the scientist was doing, testing spanking machines, her name, which was also a euphemism for the buttocks, had struck the redhead as a bit embarrassing. Maybe the little bitch was as innocent as she looked, after all, the physicist thought. Smiling, she said, "That's right. Fanny."



"Nice to meet you, Fanny," Vivian said, unable to repress a giggle.



She wouldn't be laughing for long, Dr. Fanner thought. "Follow me, Vivian, and we'll get started."



"Yes, ma'am."



"Fanny," Dr. Fanner corrected her.



"Yes, Fanny," the young woman said, giggling again.



They crossed the anteroom, entering the chamber in which the spanking machine had been erected. "Here we are," the scientist told her subject.



Vivian gasped as she took in the sight of the bizarre contraption.



Using her professional voice, the researcher explained that Vivian would lie prone upon the tabletop, her legs bent at the knees so that her calves extended upright and could be strapped to the poles that were formed by the upward extensions of the rear table legs. Her arms would be extended along the front legs of the table, where they'd be secured by straps around her wrists. Her buttocks would lie beneath the machine's four rubber paddles. These paddles were attached in staggered pairs, one of which would strike Vivian's left buttock, and the other of which would strike her right buttock. "Any questions?" she asked her wide-eyed subject.



Vivian couldn't take her eyes off the machine. Wordlessly, she shook her head.



"Why don't you lie down on the table, then, and we'll get started."



The young redhead tossed her right leg over the cold steel table, the metal feeling like ice to her naked thigh, and lay down, exposing her stomach, breasts, and lower legs to the frigid surface as well. She bent her knees, as Fanny had instructed her to do, and the scientist strapped the leather restraints about her elevated ankles. Vivian raised her hands over her head, her breasts flattening further beneath her, on the ice-cold tabletop, and Fanny secured her wrists in the straps at the head of the table. The physicist ensured that Vivian's cute bottom was situated precisely beneath the metal roller in which the necks of the rubber paddles were embedded so that, when the roller turned, the blades of the paddles would strike the redhead's buttocks with maximum efficiency.



"The test will last three minutes," Dr. Fanner informed her subject.



Vivian relaxed, releasing her breath in a long, audible sigh. No doubt, the scientist surmised, the young woman had taken comfort in the knowledge that the test would be completed in such a short period of time. Three minutes would be over before she knew it, the redhead must have thought. Dr. Fanner knew better. Just as the blonde bitch had found, the redhead would also learn that three minutes could seem an eternity beneath the paddles of a mechanical device that had no feelings, no moral scruples, and no capacity for compassion, empathy, or pity.



Surprising herself by her impulsive daring, the scientist gave her subject's bare bottom a reassuring pat. "You ready, Vivian?"



"Yes, Fanny."



Dr. Fanner smiled. "Well, then, my pretty, let me fan your fanny."



Vivian giggled.



By flipping a switch on the side of the machine, Dr. Fanner set the contraption in motion, and the overhead roller began, slowly, to turn. However, within a few seconds, its speed had increased dramatically, and the sturdy rubber paddles began, one after another, to rise, fall, and slam into Vivian's defenseless buttocks. Dr. Fanner watched, pen poised over the clipboard she held in hand, ready to record pertinent observations. The young redhead cried out, her exquisite bottom writhing and wriggling upon the stainless-steel tabletop.



Not more than ten seconds had passed, and Vivian's glorious derriere was already pink, verging upon red, the machine having delivered four powerful swats to her left buttock and an equal number to her right ass cheek. Worse yet for Vivian, at predetermined intervals, the roller's speed would increase.



Slap! Whap! Smack! Whack! Four more swats occurred, two to Vivian's left buttock and two to her right, and the young woman grunted and struggled against her restraints. Her ass was already all-over red, although not brightly so. She had not begun, yet, to glow.



She would, though, soon enough, Dr. Fanner had no doubt of that!



Another half dozen swats to either ass cheek set Vivian to wailing, and a long, undulating, keening sound filled the chamber, making Dr. Fanner's thighs tremble as her pussy released a flood of lubricating juices, dampening the black slacks she wore with her starched, pressed lab coat. The scientist repressed a moan of her own, as her clit began to throb and her nipples stiffened beneath her bra and blouse. She looked at the cleft of her victim's bald sex. Vivian was wet, too, between her smooth, well-turned thighs. Upon the tabletop, a small puddle of clear fluid had formed, courtesy of the redhead's overflowing cunt. Perhaps the pain that inflamed the redhead's butt cheeks would bring the little slut to orgasm, the scientist thought. She noticed that the clipboard she held trembled in her hands, and she set it aside, unable to take notes, anyway, caught up as she'd become in the spectacle of the lovely redhead's misery.



The roller's speed increased, the paddles coming round faster and faster, the one on the left smacking the helpless young woman's left buttock while its partner on the right side of the roller, a moment later, delivered an impact of equal force to the subject's other ass cheek. In turn, the next pair of paddles delivered their staggered blows to Vivian's fanny, as the roller brought the paired paddles on its left and right sides around again to repeat their assault. The tears that had gathered in the redhead's wide blue eyes spilled down her cheeks as she began to sob almost hysterically, pleading between her howls of pain for mercy and begging Fanny to shut off the merciless machine.



Her pleas fell upon deaf ears, for Dr. Fanner, her cunt awash in the juices of her own passion, was far too excited to let the test end prematurely. Her thighs became like a pair of scissors, quickly and repeatedly clenching themselves so that the muscles quivered back and forth, and her clit stiffened further. Another flood of cunt juices spilled into her silk panties and saturated the fabric of her slacks. She was glad she'd had the foresight to wear black. The stain of her pussy's fluids would not show easily. If she became too wet down there, she could always button her knee-length lab coat to hide the evidence of her aroused passion.



"Turn it off!" Vivian blubbered. "Turn the machine off, please!"



The paddles spun round, colliding hard against the redhead's silk-smooth buttocks. The creamy flesh of the firm-soft mounds was now bright red. Just as Dr. Fanner had anticipated, the lovely orbs glowed, imparting a sense of robust health and even, somehow, jollity. However, Vivian's shrieks and attempts to free herself from her bonds suggested the opposite of gaiety and fun. Her screams and struggles indicated pain and misery, but even these emotional signals were contradicted by the puddle of pussy juices upon the tabletop between her legs, and, noting these contradictions, Dr. Fanner was impressed with how fine the line was that separates pain and pleasure. She supposed that, in Vivian's confused mind, there must be a welter of such conflicting emotions, just as, in her flesh, the burning anguish within her fiery-red buttocks was contradicted by the wildly blissful feelings within her clitoris and cunt.



The roller's rotations accelerated, the rubber paddles moving in a blur, round and round, as they swatted the redhead's crimson bottom, slap after slap resounding throughout the test chamber and seeming to resonate within Dr. Fanner's own cunt and clit. Again, the scientist was seized with a powerful, nearly overwhelming paroxysm of sheer ecstasy. Her knees buckled, and her legs nearly failed her. She staggered forward, her hand instinctively outstretched to break a fall, should it come, and she reeled into the tabletop upon which her subject, or victim, lay, continuing to receive swats of the rapidly rotating paddles upon her inflamed fanny.



As Dr. Fanner pitched forward, her outstretched palm shoved hard into the redhead's perineum, and several of the scientist's splayed fingers pushed past Vivian's slick, wet labia and into the redhead's liquid cunt. Horrified at this accidental breach in researcher-subject protocol, and afraid she might lose her job for such an infraction, unintended though it had been, Dr. Fanner jerked her hand away, little noticing how slick and wet it was with the young woman's cunt juices, and gasped, "I'm sorry. That wasn't intentional."



However, Vivian paid her no mind. She was lost in a world of pain, Dr. Fanner realized. All the poor redhead could fathom was the misery with which her bottom was infused, the pain in which the muscles of her buttocks were immersed, and the torment in which her own consciousness was steeped. She hadn't even felt Dr. Fanner's hand inside her pussy, nor did she seem to be aware that the scientist was standing over her.



Dr. Fanner smiled. She resumed her station, wiping her cunt-wet hand upon her lab coat, and continued to watch the paddles slap, swat, and smack the young redhead's tight, firm ass. Vivian wept, shrieked, and sobbed, lurching and straining against her restraints, as the paddles continued their relentless, merciless assault upon her red bottom, adding bruises and welts to the rosy background of discolored flesh, and, then, as suddenly as the beating had begun, it ended, the wheel slowing to a halt, with a paddle poised to strike the young woman's battered buttocks. This was a blow, Dr. Fanner thought, disappointed, that would never befall the redhead's waiting buttocks.



Vivian was unable to speak. All she could do was cry. Although she had endured many swats of the rubber paddles, her buttocks were not as nasty a sight as they might have been, Dr. Fanner thought. They were bright red, seeming to glow, and there were a few purple bruises upon the well-spanked cheeks, and a few more, probably, were yet to surface in the redhead's sore and aching flesh, but the young blonde who'd tested the efficiency of the first machine had undergone more severe punishment than Vivian had experienced, and the blonde bitch's ass had shown more bruises than the redhead's paler bottom exhibited. Both had wet themselves, though, with equal enthusiasm.



Perhaps Vivian's level of pain tolerance was less than the blonde's had been, or perhaps the blonde had had more experience in being spanked than Vivian had had. The blonde, in retrospect, had seemed something of a pain slut, whereas Vivian had likely been a virgin when it came to receiving serious spankings. In any case, the test was complete, and Vivian had survived.



The machine had been effective in general, although, in two respects, its performance had been somewhat disappointing, Dr. Fanner thought. The roller turned in only one direction, and the paired paddles couldn't turn independently of one another. The contraption had done an excellent job in spanking Vivian's ass, but the machine's design could bear improvement. The same had been true of the first machine that the scientist had tested on the blonde, and the same, she imagined, would likely to be true with regard to the others she'd test in the weeks ahead.



Meanwhile, there was possibly another matter to which Dr. Fanner, as Fanny, could attend, if Vivian were interested. She knew that, as a scientist, she was crossing a line and, quite possibly, endangering her career, but, as a lesbian, Fanny also knew that, sooner or later, whatever the consequences, she must come out of the closet, and it might as well be sooner than later, she thought. In fact, it might as well be now.



Affecting a gentle, nurturing, maternal demeanor, she released Vivian from her fetters, helped her to sit, clucking empathetically at the redhead's wincing expressions and cooing soothingly at the young woman's gasps and moans. Dr. Fanner helped the redhead to stand, to shuffle across the room and into the anteroom beyond the chamber that housed the diabolical machine they'd just tested together. The scientist led her subject to the couch in the waiting room. She helped Vivian to sit, noticing how gingerly the redhead settled her injured bottom onto the deep, soft cushions. The physicist's cunt wetted itself again, and her clit throbbed with an intense ache. The lesbian bent, bringing her face close to the teary redhead's wet countenance. She leaned still closer, so close that she could feel the heat of Vivian's face, and she whispered, "I could help take your mind off the pain."



Through her tears, the redhead, her voice atremble, asked, "You can?"



Dr. Fanner kissed her victim's soft, full lips. "I can, right here, right now. Would you like that, Vivian?"



The young woman nodded. "Yes," she whispered, "please."



Dr. Fanner parted the young woman's knees and knelt upon the carpeted floor, between the redhead's wide-spread legs. The physicist bowed, as if at an altar, and opened her mouth, inserting her tongue into the sopping-wet trough of Vivian's warm, liquid cunt. It was the first pussy that the scientist had ever sampled, and Fanny meant to enjoy it, right down to the final drop.



On the couch, the redhead moaned again, this time in sheer pleasure, as the physicist's head began to move back and forth and from side to side, her lips kissing the redhead's petal-soft and bedewed labia, nuzzling and licking the bud of the young woman's hard, swollen clitoris, and lapping at the nectar of Vivian's incredibly beautiful, unbelievably tender, amazingly soft center.



The scientist had more machines to test, which meant that she'd need more subjects, which meant that she had more beautiful young women to interview and select and test, but, at the moment, she was enjoying the lovely little slut who was with her, here and now.



Vivian moaned, and Fanny plunged her tongue hard against the redhead's clitoris, her own cunt a river flowing fast into the sea of her lesbian soul.

