Cheryl's Test
by Unknown


INTRO 

Henry, an electrical engineer who lives in California is a man who enjoys 
his privacy. He also enjoys games of a rather stern and rather disciplinary 
variety. Having the means and the desire, he therefore found it to be a 
logical step that he create for himself a virtual fortress of solitude in an 
obscure mountainous region of the state. Surrounding himself with a first 
rate security system, enjoying an occupation that permitted him to do most 
of his design work on computer and communicate with his clients by modem, 
fax and phone, found it less and less necessary to leave home. He'd set 
himself up with a perfect environment. And without a doubt, the central 
feature of this self-contained world was the playroom. 

The playroom contains a wall heater, a dark brown cabinet, a king-size bed, 
a dresser, a closet, built-in shelves covered with a pink drape, and a 
customized stair-climber. Behind the stair-climber, most of the south wall 
is mirrored from floor to ceiling. The ceiling is eight feet high. Several 
heavy eyebolts protrude from the walls and ceiling of this 
twenty-foot-square room. Three surveillance cameras are in this room, and 
two more are in the house. (At different locations around the property there 
are additional camera mounts for special occasions. ) 

The dark-brown cabinet is full of bondage paraphernalia. The bed consists of 
a specially constructed set of low shelves and a mattress. The bed was 
designed so that when a woman is lying on the mattress, her mouth is level 
with Henry's cock. Near the floor, on both sides and the foot of the bed's 
platform, are heavy eyebolts. The dresser and closet are for guest's 
clothing. The built-in shelves, covered with a passionate-pink drape, are 
filled with bondage and spanking literature, VCR's, VCR tapes and other odd 
and ends. 

Henry used his knowledge of electricity to modify the stair-climber. It 
produces electricity, which powers a small television next to the machine. 
As long as the pedals are being pumped, the television stays on, when the 
pedals stop, the television goes off. Each time the television goes off, the 
pedaler gets ten painful swats from a three-inch wide, black, wooden paddle, 
or some other painful instrument. The normal time for exercise is thirty 
minutes. The machine is programmed as if a person were walking over hilly 
ground, with each hill a little higher than the last. Before a session is 
over, Cheryl usually has to stop at least once. Special metal "boots" are 
permanently attached to the pedals. The person exercising cannot leave the 
machine without the special keys that spread apart the "toes" and "heels" of 
the "boots." 

* * * * * 

It was on one of his rare business trips, to Los Angeles, that he met 
Cheryl, a beautiful executive. After she tried her prick-teasing game on 
him, Henry gave her a good, painful spanking, in her own office! That was 
the beginning of their lifelong relationship. 

A few days later, Henry took her to dinner. In the hotel room above the 
restaurant she was subjected to another painful and humiliating spanking, 
and learned to suck cock. A week later, she paid the first of her regular 
weekend visits to Henry's house, where Henry began training her. 

After several weeks, he began introducing her to the other members of the 
group. 

THE GROUP consists of: Stan and Teri, Roger and Debbie, Henry and Cheryl, 
Linda and Gene. 

Stan completely dominates his wife, Teri, and occasionally allows her to 
have sex with the other members of the group. 

Teri is a tall, attractive woman, with long, dark hair. When she is enjoying 
the company of one or more members of the group, she mostly chooses to 
dominate one of the other females, with the exception of Linda. 

Roger is married to and "supervises" Debbie (rather loosely in Henry's 
opinion), and often loans her to the other couples in the group. 

Debbie is the mischievous member of "The Group." She is about thirty years 
old, five-footthree, and maybe eight pounds over weight (most of which is in 
her butt). Her long, straight, natural blonde hair comes down almost to the 
middle of her back. While her breasts are just the right size for her 
height, her hips are a trifle wide. Not quite a perfect body, but luscious 
nonetheless. She has scintillating blue eyes and her face does nothing to 
detract from her beauty. She enjoys games with all the other members. 

Henry was the last member of the group to find a woman to his liking. He had 
become a member when he met two of the others at a business party and 
discovered their mutual appreciation for bondage and discipline. Even though 
he did not have a woman of his own at the time, he was allowed into the 
group because he had a secluded place that the others could use. The other 
members live in a nearby city, and punishment sessions can become loud. 

Cheryl, the newest member of the group, is beautiful, but spoiled rotten. 
Because she is the only child of the rich and powerful owner of a large and 
successful company and because she is in a position of authority in that 
company, she got away with prick-teasing every male she met, until she met 
Henry. Henry is gradually turning her into a delightfully obedient woman. 
She is about five-foot, six, with long, blonde hair that falls below the 
middle of her back. She has lovely green-blue eyes, large, full, firm 
breasts, with small, but finely shaped, brownish-pink nipples. There is 
hardly any unnecessary fat anywhere on her lovely white body, especially 
since Henry has been "encouraging" her to exercise. Cheryl has not yet met 
Linda and Gene. 

 ONE 

Cheryl had just spent a painful weekend with Henry. Even though she had been 
"set up," she had still been unfaithful to him, and had paid dearly for it. 
Henry had sent Roger to her office to see if she could be enticed into 
infidelity. Unfortunately for her, she fell for it. 

It happened like this. A representative of another company had come to her 
office to strike a deal with her. Cheryl was excited by the looks, words and 
manner of the charming man. In her excitement she rationalized that, since 
she had not received an engagement ring from Henry, or established some 
other type of formal relationship with him, she was free to make love with 
whomever she liked. Not having met Roger before, she was completely taken in 
by the man, and fucked him right there in her office. 

The following weekend (last weekend) Henry impressed upon her Rule Number 
Fourteen. Until that time, Henry had given her the following thirteen rules. 

(1) She must not be late. 

(2) She must be absolutely obedient to Henry. 

(3) She is not allowed to wear pantyhose at any time (Henry finds them ugly 
at best). 

(4) Black is the only color she is allowed for both high heels and 
underwear. 

(5) She is always to wear extra high, high-heel shoes whenever she sees 
Henry. 

(6) She is not to hesitate to obey any command given her by Henry. 

(7) No laying out in the sun for extended periods of time (to avoid skin 
cancer). 

(8) Wear a bra at all times. (She used to go braless all the time, though 
her large firm breasts show no sign of sagging, Henry wants to keep it that 
way). 

(9) Remember to put things away where they belong. 

(10) Do not disturb Henry when he is working. 

(11) Count the strokes during a punishment (any uncounted strokes will be 
added to the punishment). 

(12) She must always close her eyes for punishment, unless she is told 
different. (If she forgets, she'll get two additional strokes with whatever 
implement she is being punished with.) 

(13) Whenever sitting or kneeling in the presence of any member of the 
group, she is to keep her knees at least eight inches apart, unless 
instructed otherwise. 

Ten strokes is the normal punishment for breaking one of the rules. 

Rule Number Fourteen is "Never have sex with anyone without Henry's 
permission." 

Cheryl spent the entire weekend in some discomfort for her infidelity. The 
next weekend was heavenly for Cheryl. She was only paddled once on the 
stair-climber, then she and Henry spent the rest of the time making love 
wonderfully, and hiking. Of course he spanked her once in a while as 
foreplay, but that was far more enjoyable than it was painful. 

* * * * * 

The following Saturday (October 16, 1993), Cheryl drove up to Henry's house 
and arrived at 10:00 AM as usual. And, as usual, the first thing she did 
when she got there was spend thirty minutes on the stair-climber. She was 
only paddled once for stopping, but that was enough to start the juices 
flowing between her legs. 

After she and Henry made love, Cheryl put on her "uniform" (shear black bra 
and panties, nylons with garters and high heels) and made lunch. 

Five weeks ago Cheryl had met Debbie, Roger's wife. They had spent a 
pleasant afternoon in Henry's playroom (at least it was pleasant as far as 
Henry and Debbie were concerned) and one of the last things Debbie said 
before she left was, "I'll be back in five weeks, and I'll bring Roger." 

Shortly after lunch, Cheryl and Henry were sitting in the living room making 
plans for him to visit her during the week. Cheryl was still wearing her 
"uniform," when the security alarm sounded. Henry turned on the television 
and brought up the picture from the surveillance camera at the front gate. A 
car was just pulling into the driveway and Henry zoomed in on the face of 
the driver. 

Cheryl's face turned slightly pink. The only other time she had seen Roger 
was when she had fucked him in her office a couple of weeks before. She was 
not eager to see him again so soon. Even though she had been punished by 
Henry for her indiscretion, and had then been totally forgiven for it, she 
was not sure how she should or would react when confronted by Roger again. 
She was somewhat relieved to see that Debbie was also in the car. 

Henry operated the remote that opened the gate. 

After the car had come inside the fence, he closed it again. Then he glanced 
at Cheryl, to see what her reaction was. 

Cheryl knew better than to even think about putting on any clothes. 
Nervously she sat, in her skimpy bra and panties, and waited for the 
inevitable knock on the door. Trying to hide some of her near-nudity, she 
parted her long, blonde hair in the middle and draped the two halves over 
her shoulders, so they covered her breasts. 

When Henry gave her a severe look, she immediately put her hair back behind 
her. When there was a knock on the door, Henry told her to answer it. 

With considerable embarrassment, she rose up from the couch and opened the 
front door. To her surprise, only Roger was waiting outside. 

As she looked expectantly behind him, Roger said, "She'll be in, in a 
minute," and moving inside, took a seat in one of the large, comfortable, 
lounge chairs in the living room. 

Henry greeted Roger with a smile and a nod, but no words passed between 
them. 

Cheryl, still slightly embarrassed by her neamudity, and not knowing how to 
act around Roger, nervously sat back down on the couch next to Henry. She 
looked into his face. She was hoping to discover some clue there, as to what 
was going on. When she saw no hint in his face, she looked over at Roger, 
hoping he would let her know why he was there. She could have asked, but 
what would she say? "Hi Roger, did you enjoy the fuck in my office? Oh, by 
the way, what are you here for?" Maybe not. 

After a couple minutes of silence, the front door opened and Debbie walked 
in. 

Cheryl began a small sigh of relief, until she got a look at Debbie. 

Debbie was dressed almost exactly as Cheryl was, except she wore no bra, and 
her garters were solid red, while Cheryl's were red and black. Debbie smiled 
at Cheryl, then quickly went to Henry and kissed him passionately, allowing 
his tongue to probe deep inside her mouth, hers probing his mouth in turn. 
She only broke the kiss when Henry indicated he had had enough. 

Jealousy suddenly scrabbled its ugly fingers around Cheryl's insides, but 
she forced herself to remain motionless. Then, to her consternation, Debbie 
came over and kissed her just as passionately as she had just kissed Henry. 
At first she was not going to respond, but she quickly thought better of it, 
as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Henry watching her closely. 
Immediately she kissed Debbie back, but was happy when the kiss was finally 
over. She was still not used to sex with another woman. 

Henry pointed to the wall over the fireplace and the others looked where he 
was pointing. Mounted on the wall were three switches, or what was left of 
three switches, that had been used-up on Cheryl one afternoon during the 
weekend she had been punished for infidelity. After each switch had been 
used, it had been placed in her mouth, and she had bitten through it in 
several places while enduring further punishment. When Henry explained how 
the sticks got in their present condition, Roger was very approving, and 
Debbie wished she had been there to see. Cheryl was just happy that that 
painful session was over. 

Debbie did not sit down, instead, Henry and Roger got up. Henry took 
Cheryl's hand and helped her off the couch. "Initiation time," said Henry as 
the four went out the front door and headed for the playroom. 

"But I've already been initiated," remarked Cheryl, without much enthusiasm. 
She knew that nothing she said was going to change Henry's plans. 

"That's right," Henry said. "You've been initiated into the group by Teri 
and Debbie, but you still have Roger, Stan, Linda and Gene to go." 

As she walked, her long, blonde hair rippled with each step. No longer 
surprised at her reaction to impending pain and humiliation, she was not in 
the least shocked to feel the sexual excitement mounting inside her before 
she had reached the playroom door. 

As they entered the playroom, Cheryl saw that a black, leather strap 
contraption had been placed on the bed. Obviously Debbie had taken it from 
the dark-brown cabinet, when she had been in the room removing her clothes a 
few minutes before. 

"Bra should come off, I think," remarked Roger absently. 

"Definitely," said Henry, as he looked pointedly at Cheryl. 

Cheryl needed no further prompting from Henry. She knew she was going to be 
"prompted" enough before the afternoon was over. Quickly she walked over to 
the closet and removing her bra, hung it on an empty hanger next to Debbie's 
clothes. 

"That reminds me," Henry said to Roger, "why don't you make that young lady 
of yours wear a bra? You know that she'll start sagging if you don't." 

"Well, she just hates wearing 'em, and you know how lenient I am," replied 
Roger, with a slight smile. "But, now that you mention it, I do think it's 
about time." 

When Cheryl turned to face the others, she could not help putting up one arm 
to hide her newly exposed tits. When Henry gave her a sharp look, she 
dropped her arms to her sides. She went to the foot of the bed when Henry 
motioned her over. He was holding the leather contraption and clearly 
waiting for her. 

When she got to the foot of the bed, Henry said, "Turn around." 

Cheryl turned her back to Henry. Henry slipped a wide, black, leather strap, 
almost large enough to be called a corset, around her waist, just above her 
navel. It came up to the bottom of her tits. 

She felt him tightening it securely. He made her suck in her tummy, so he 
could tighten it even more securely. 

When he was satisfied that the strap was secure enough, Henry said, "Put 
your hands behind you." 

Roger and Debbie both watched as Cheryl obeyed Henry's command. She 
immediately felt one of her wrists pulled farther up behind her, then 
encased in what felt like a wrist-cuff. After the cuff was buckled tightly 
around her wrist, her other wrist was drawn up just below it and fastened 
similarly. She found that, though she was not in any way uncomfortable, her 
arms were completely immobilized behind her. Stretching her finger tips as 
far as she could, she found that she could not reach anywhere near the tops 
of her lovely asscheeks. 

"On the bed, face down" Henry said, pointing at one side of the bed. 

Cheryl went to the bed and carefully got up on it. Henry stood close by, in 
case she should fall. Lying along the side of the bed she noticed that there 
were several more black, leather straps lying on the sheet next to her. 

Roger turned to Debbie and said, "You could use a little exercise," and 
nodded at the stair-climber. 

Debbie removed the rest of her clothing, got the black, wooden paddle and a 
pair of wrist-cuffs from the dark-brown cabinet, and went to the machine. 
She set the paddle on the chair in front of the television. After putting 
the wrist-cuffs on, she placed her feet into the metal "boots" on the 
pedals, then bent down and tightened the boots securely to her bare feet 
with the special keys. The lining inside the metal boots felt comfortable, 
but she knew that it would not be long before her feet would be the last 
thing on her mind. She handed the keys to Henry, who had come over to set 
the timer and difficulty level. 

Meanwhile, Roger picked up a short strap and fastened Cheryl's ankles 
together. Using a second strap, he fastened her ankle strap to one of the 
eyebolts at the foot of the bed. 

Henry attached Debbie's wrist-cuffs to the rails of the stair-climber and 
watched as the luscious, naked girl started pedaling. 

The television came on. 

Henry tuned it to a public broadcasting station. There was a full orchestra 
playing classical music. After setting the volume low, he picked the paddle 
up off the chair and turned to watch Roger and Cheryl. 

Meanwhile, back at the bed, Roger had fastened a third strap around Cheryl's 
knees. 

"Up on your knees," Roger said. 

Cheryl had to struggle a bit, but eventually she was able to raise herself 
up to a kneeling position. Her panty-clad ass rested on the heels of her 
shoes. The thought trailed through her mind that for the first time she was 
hearing the pedals of that monstrous stair-climber being pumped by someone 
other than herself. 

Roger threaded a fourth strap through the one around her knees. Telling her 
to bend forward, he moved her hair out of the way, letting it hang off the 
side of the bed, and wrapped the strap around the back of her neck. Pulling 
it tight, he buckled it. 

She felt as though she were being folded in half. By the time Roger had 
finished tightening the strap that ran from her knees to the back of her 
neck, her head was forced all the way down until her face was resting on the 
mattress. 

Debbie began to sweat as she pumped the pedals. 

Roger picked up the last item on the bed, a length of white rope. He tied 
one end to a D-ring on the back of Cheryl's arm-strap contraption. He tied 
the other end to an eyebolt high up the wall at the head of the bed. 

Cheryl suddenly began to feel very vulnerable. Her hands were securely 
cuffed behind her, just about the middle of her back. Her legs were strapped 
together and secured to the bed, and she was bent double with her ass high 
in the air. After Roger had further secured her to the wall at the other end 
of the bed, she could not move in any direction. 

Suddenly Cheryl involuntarily sucked in her breath! Roger was pulling down 
her panties! After he got them down past her beautifully upthrust cheeks, he 
continued to pull them down her thighs until they were nearly at her knees. 

In her extremely bent position, she could feel both of her cunt-lips peeking 
out behind her, between her thighs. Her face, and much of the rest of her 
body, turned a bright pink with embarrassment. 

Debbie began to labor on the stair-climber. 

Cheryl squirmed and moaned, mortified at her indecently exposed position. 
She heard Roger opening one of the doors of the dark-brown cabinet. Looking 
toward him, she saw him take something out that she had seen in there 
several times, but had never had used on her. It was a riding crop. A rather 
sturdy-looking one. It was nearly three feet long, with a small triangular 
piece of leather at the business end. The handle had a loop of leather, so 
the instrument could be hung from a wrist. Considering her present position, 
Cheryl had no doubt whatsoever where that crop would be used in a few 
moments. 

 TWO 

The music from the television suddenly stopped. 

Roger walked over to Cheryl and placed the tip of the crop lightly on the 
left cheek of her naked, upturned ass. "Smack!" 

Cheryl jerked as she heard a loud smacking sound, then was confused when she 
felt no pain. After a moment she realized that the sound she had heard was 
Henry swatting Debbie with the paddle, not Roger smacking her with the crop. 

"Whap!" 

"Ah!" yelped Cheryl, when the crop actually did land on the left cheek of 
her helpless butt. 

"Whap!" 

"Ah!" she cried, as the crop hit her right cheek. 

Roger alternated the strokes, putting one on each cheek. His arm rose and 
fell once every five seconds. "Whap!" 

"Ah!" 

He smiled as Cheryl forgot to count the strokes and close her eyes. 

"Whap!" 

"Ah!" Cheryl was watching Debbie's ass turn pink from the single stroke of 
the paddle it had received. Debbie was bent over, with her head on the 
padded consol of the stair-climber, as Cheryl had been so many times before. 

"Whap!" 

"Ah!" through the pain, she vaguely wondered why Henry had given Debbie only 
one swat. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH!" she yelped louder as the crop came down harder. 

Henry was watching Cheryl's initiation with mixed feelings. He was happy 
that she had forgotten to close her eyes and keep the count, because he 
would get to see her receive many more swats, but unhappy because she should 
have known better. Oh well, he'd just have to give her some extra punishment 
that night as a reminder. 

"Smack!" Henry slapped his paddle against Debbie's naked ass. "Two," said 
Debbie. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Shit! One!" said Cheryl, finally reminded to keep the count when she 
heard Debbie counting. She had not heard Debbie's "One" because she had 
received her first stroke at the same time Debbie spoke, just as Roger had 
planned. 

"Eyes," said Roger, as he gave her another stinging swat from the riding 
crop. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Two!" cried Cheryl as she closed her eyes and realized she was going 
to get two more extra swats for not remembering to close her eyes. 

"Smack!" 

"Three," said Debbie. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Three!" cried Cheryl. The cheeks of her ass were turning pink, along 
with Debbie's. 

"Smack!" 

"Four," said Debbie, as her pussy began to juice up from both her own 
paddling and the sounds of Cheryl's initiation swats and cries of pain. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Four!" cried Cheryl. Little triangular marks were forming all over 
both cheeks of her weaving ass, as her initiation continued. 

"Smack!" 

"Five," said Debbie, feeling more turned on at every stroke of the paddle, 
and every swat she heard Cheryl receive from the crop. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Five!" cried Cheryl. 

".'Smack!" 

"Six," cried Debbie. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Six!" cried Cheryl. She did not know which was worse, the pain of the 
crop or the embarrassing fact that she was getting wet between the legs and 
Roger could plainly see it. 

"Smack!" 

"Seven," cried Debbie. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Seven!" cried Cheryl. In her tightly bound position, she could not 
even wiggle her smarting ass effectively. 

"Smack!" 

"Eight," yelped Debbie, as the strokes became a little harder. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Eight!" cried Cheryl. 

"Smack!" 

"Nine," yelped Debbie. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Nine!" cried Cheryl. 

"Smack!!" 

"Ten!," yelled Debbie, after the last penalty stroke smacked into her naked 
ass harder than the previous strokes. Her arousal subsided somewhat at the 
intensity of the pain of the last stroke. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Ten!" yelped Cheryl, as the swats became harder. 

"Whap!" 

"AAH! Eleven!" yelped Cheryl. 

"WHAP!" 

"AAAHHHH! TWELVE!" screamed Cheryl, after her last swat from the crop landed 
hardest of all. 

Debbie stood up and resumed pedaling. Her naked ass had a broad pink stripe 
across it, which burned furiously, and the pedaling did not seem to help, 
though there was still plenty of juicy moisture between her legs to testify 
to her aroused condition. 

The music from the television could be plainly heard in the room once again. 

Cheryl moaned in pain, embarrassment and arousal, as Henry came over to 
inspect Roger's work. 

Roger touched the tip of the riding crop to Cheryl's protruding pussy-lips. 

Cheryl wiggled her ass, as best she could, and moaned in increasing 
humiliation. 

Roger stroked the tip of the crop down Cheryl's thighs, then back up to her 
pink cunt, tickled the lips and clit for a moment, then moved on up to her 
ass. The crop lingered over her asshole for a moment. When Henry shook his 
head, Roger moved the tip of the crop away from the puckered opening. 

Cheryl was still a virgin in the ass, and Henry was saving her little hole 
for a special occasion. 

As the crop lingered over her anus, for the first time Cheryl consciously 
realized that that hole too was easily viewed from Roger's perspective. To 
make matters worse, she knew that in her present extremely bent-over 
position, that little hole was stretched wide open! Her embarrassment 
increased accordingly. 

Roger slid the tip of the crop down her left side, then, without warning, 
slapped her back. As he placed ten solid swats on the upper part of her 
back, she did not forget to close her eyes and keep the count. Just after he 
finished with her back, they heard the timer from the stair-climber go off. 

The music from the television stopped, as the pedals locked in place. 

Debbie was relieved that she had only gotten one paddling while on the 
machine. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the paddling, but she knew that Henry 
had the disconcerting habit of making the nasty sting of the last stroke 
negate most of the pleasure that she derived from the previous caresses of 
the black, wooden paddle. 

Henry left off watching Cheryl's initiation, went over to the stair-climber 
and released Debbie's wristcuffs. Then he handed her the keys, so she could 
free her feet from the boots. 

Debbie was hot and sweaty. She had been on the machine for forty-five 
minutes, and she had just barely been able to make the last minute. She was 
about to go take a quick shower, when Henry stopped her and told her to go 
sit in front of Cheryl. 

"I'm all sweaty," Debbie said. "Don't you want me to take a shower first?" 

"No," said Henry, a smile playing across his lips. 

Abruptly Debbie understood, and smiling herself, went and sat on the bed in 
front of Cheryl. She put one leg on either side of Cheryl's body, her cunt 
close to the top of Cheryl's head, and waited for the men to tell her what 
to do. Though she was sure that she knew what they wanted, she knew better 
than to try to second guess them. She would surely be punished for that, 
whether she was right or wrong. 

Henry got a medium-sized dildo out of the dark brown cabinet. The dildo was 
black, about an inch and a quarter in diameter, and over a foot long. He 
handed it to Roger. 

Cheryl did not seen the dildo. 

Henry looked at Cheryl and said, "Now you know how this works, just like 
with Teri, remember? For the next hour, if you say 'No' to anything Roger 
asks, you'll be punished." Then he walked out of the room without waiting 
for a response from the securely bound girl. He went into his office to work 
on the computer for an hour. 

Cheryl watched him leave, and trembled slightly. Though Henry had told her 
long ago that he would not ask her to fuck another man, he had not said that 
another man would not as her to fuck. If he did not ask her, unfortunately, 
that left little more for Roger to put her through than pain and 
humiliation. She was not sure which she liked less. A little pain was nice 
before a good fuck from Henry, but she was sure that Henry was not going to 
be fucking her any time soon. And, she had never gotten used to humiliation 
at all (at least not consciously). She had failed to notice that, on several 
occasions, she had been wet and ready after she had had to endure an 
extremely embarrassing situation. 

In his office next to the playroom, Henry started up his computer and opened 
the file on which he had been working the day before. Then he brought up the 
security window in the upper right corner of the monitor. Selecting the 
camera in the playroom that would give him the best view of the coming 
action, he continued with his work, occasionally glancing up at the picture 
of Cheryl being initiated. Every once in a while his glance lingered, when 
something especially juicy was happening in the playroom. 

* * * * * 

When Henry left the playroom, Roger loosened the strap that held Cheryl's 
head to her knees. Then he slid the tip of the riding crop along her side 
and down until it rested against her protruding left breast. Her tits were 
mashed against her legs, pressing the large fleshy mounds out to the sides. 

"Raise your head," said Roger, tapping the side of Cheryl's breast very 
lightly. 

When Cheryl raised her head, she knew instantly what she was going to be 
told to do. 

"Lie down," Roger said to Debbie. 

When Debbie did as she was told, her head barely touched the wall at the 
head of the bed. The bed was just long enough to allow Debbie to lie down 
with her legs on either side of Cheryl's head and her crotch pressed firmly 
into her face. 

As Debbie's sweaty cunt pushed against her face, Cheryl wrinkled her nose. 
Cheryl could see the drops of sweat all over Debbie's body. It dripped from 
her breasts and face, from her stomach and legs, and there were little drops 
of sweat trickling into her pussy. The smell of the pussy in Cheryl's face 
was not as pleasant as it had been the other time it had been there, five 
weeks ago. 

"What are you waiting for?" demanded Roger. "Lick it. Suck that juicy cunt, 
and don't give me that look again." 

Cheryl had grimaced slightly. She was not sure if she objected more to his 
terminology, or to the disgusting meal in which she was about to partake. 
Apparently she was too slow to get to work, because Roger slapped the riding 
crop hard against the side of her breast before she stuck her tongue out to 
lick the sweaty cunt in front of her. 

"Whap!" a stinging pain flashed into her tit as she moved her face toward 
Debbie's smelly hole. 

"Lick it," Roger said sternly, "and don't stop until I tell you." 

Disgusted, Cheryl stuck out her tongue and began to lick the furry muff in 
front of her. Surprise was her first reaction. It did not taste bad at all, 
and come to think of it, it did not really smell bad either. It must have 
been just the thought of the sweaty pussy that had revolted her in the first 
place. 

"This was not going to be so unpleasant after all,' she thought. 

Suddenly Cheryl felt something touch her pussy, then try to get inside. 
Startled at the unexpected intrusion, she jerked her face away from the work 
in front of her, and looked back to see what was happening behind her. 

Debbie moaned in frustration as Cheryl's nice, warm tongue quit lapping at 
her snatch. 

Roger looked at Cheryl as he continued to work the tip of the dildo into her 
pussy. He had smeared hot-jel over the first eight inches of the fake, black 
dick. As he shoved it in, it warmed her insides. 

The hot-jel is a clear liquid, with the consistency of Vaseline. It makes an 
excellent lubricant, but until it is diluted somewhat (usually by other body 
fluids) its chemical make-up causes a painful, but harmless, burning 
sensation. 

Cheryl groaned in mortification at this further embarrassing intrusion of 
her most private parts. Then she started to feel the heat from the jel, and 
began squirming her ass madly! She knew what caused the heat, Henry had done 
this to her before. She knew that after a while her cunt juices would dilute 
the hot-jel to a pleasant warmth, but until then her pussy would feel like 
it was on fire! 

When the dildo was inside Cheryl's pussy about three inches, Roger left it 
there and stepped back from the bed. Taking a full swing, he brought the 
crop solidly against the left cheek of Cheryl's helpless ass. 

"WHAP!" 

"I told you not to stop licking," he said firmly. 

Finally Cheryl was getting the hang of the game. This time she remembered to 
close her eyes and count the strokes, even though the hot dildo inside her 
felt like it was burning her up! 

"One!" she yelped, as the pain in her ass slowly spread toward her hot, 
dildo-stuffed pussy. 

"Lick!" he exclaimed. 

Cheryl continued licking Debbie's pussy, but she could not stop squirming 
her ass. 

Roger delivered nine more painful strokes to Cheryl's defenseless, up-raised 
butt. He made each swat a little harder. 

Debbie moaned excitedly at what Cheryl's tongue was doing to her, and at the 
way each stroke of the crop caused Cheryl's mouth to jerk deliciously 
against her cunt. 

Each time the crop hit her exposed, defenseless bottom, Cheryl pulled her 
mouth away from Debbie's pussy just long enough to count the stroke, then 
plunged her tongue back between the sweaty, juicy pussy-lips. By the time 
the tenth stroke landed on her defenseless rear-end, her cunt had become 
used to the hot-jel. 

Debbie came in her face just after the tenth swat. 

Initially, the stinging pain of each swat from the riding crop was 
unpleasant, but soon the warmth they caused in her ass spread to her pussy. 
Sexually, the net effect of the crop and the pussy in her face was very 
exciting for Cheryl. 

Roger took hold of the dildo still protruding from Cheryl's pussy and pulled 
it out. Putting a fresh coat of hot-jel on it, he worked the dildo back into 
her cunt. This time he shoved it far deeper inside her thoroughly soaking 
cunt. At about seven inches, he stopped pushing it in and started stroking 
and twisting it. Simultaneously he tapped her protruding clit with the end 
of the riding crop. 

Moans of pleasure could be heard from the vicinity of Debbie's cunt. 
Regardless of the fact that the fresh coat of hot-jel was burning again in 
the lower four inches of her passion passage, Cheryl was rapidly approaching 
a climax of her own as Roger continued to work the dildo behind her. 

Debbie was trying for her second orgasm. 

Roger waited until both girls were about to cum, then jerked the dildo out 
of Cheryl's cunt, and slapped her butt hard with the riding crop. At the 
same time he told Debbie to get up off the bed. 

Debbie, close to her second orgasm, did not want to move away from the 
delightful tongue in front of her, but she knew the consequences of not 
obeying immediately. She got up off the bed and squirmed about, rubbing her 
thighs together, trying to get the friction necessary to reach her climax. 

Even though the dildo had been pulled from Cheryl's cunt, it had left the 
hot-jel behind, inside her. She squirmed in frustration as her approaching 
orgasm was thwarted, and even more at the hot-jel deep inside her love-hole. 

Roger laid the dildo on the far side of the bed. 

"Put your hands behind you, and spread your legs wide," Roger ordered 
Debbie. 

Her frustration increasing, Debbie did as she was told. Slowly, but surely, 
her pleasure subsided and she groaned sorrowfully. 

Roger undid Cheryl's rope and straps, and released her from the bed. He left 
her arms encased in the wrist-cuffs that were attached to the leather strap 
around her waist, but removed the straps from her ankles and knees. 

Cheryl stretched her body as she got painfully to her feet. Her panties 
fluttered down from her knees to around her ankles. Her arms were still 
secured behind her. Realizing that there was no chance that she would be 
allowed to put her panties back on, she simply stepped out of the. Then, 
other than her wrists being secured behind her, she was able to move around 
freely. She wanted to rub her tingling bottom and her burning cunt against 
the bed, but did not dare. She had to settle for standing with her legs 
spread wide, allowing the cool air to get to her hot-jelled hole. 

Roger had Debbie put Cheryl's panties where they belonged, then directed 
Cheryl to stand at the foot of the bed, facing it. He strapped her ankles 
together again. Then he attached one of the short leather straps to a D-ring 
in the front of the wide, leather strip around her waist. Letting the short 
strap dangle down in front of her, he told her to bend over. 

Cheryl bent forward and allowed the upper portion of her body to lie on the 
bed as Roger tended to Debbie. 

Roger secured Debbie's hands behind her with two leather straps. Each strap 
had a loop that circled one wrist. The loose ends of the straps went around 
her body and buckled in front. She knew that he was making sure there was no 
way she could play with her pussy. Then he told her to get on the bed, on 
her stomach, with her legs on either side of Cheryl's head. 

Debbie smiled widely and hurried to do as she had been ordered. She was 
pretty sure that she knew what was going to happen next. 

When Debbie was lying face-down, with her crotch just inches from the top of 
Cheryl's head, Roger stood at the end of the bed behind Cheryl, and took 
hold of Debbie's ankles. 

Cheryl, bending over the bed, felt the front of Roger's pants pressing 
against her naked ass. She also felt his erection through his pants. 

"Raise your head," Roger ordered Cheryl, as he began dragging Debbie's butt 
closer to Cheryl's head. 

Cheryl strained to raise her head, but when she saw Debbie's asshole coming 
toward her mouth, she turned her face to the side in disgust. Without 
thinking she said, "No!" 

Instantly she wished she had not used that word. 

Roger stopped dragging Debbie's ass toward Cheryl's mouth. 

Debbie squirmed a bit and moaned in mild frustration. She had been anxiously 
awaiting the feel of Cheryl's tongue in her little, brown hole. Ever since 
Roger had told her how and where to lay, she had known what he had in mind. 

Roger, pretending to sound angry with Cheryl, ordered, "Stand up and turn 
around!" 

Cheryl struggled a bit, but then finally made it up off the bed. Turning 
around with her ankles strapped together was not easy either, but she 
managed. 

Roger got a long, white rope from the dark-brown cabinet. There was a loop 
in one end, large enough to easily go over Cheryl's head. After Roger placed 
the loop around her neck, he let the rest of the rope trail down at her 
feet. He tucked the free end between her thighs, then told her to bend over. 

Pulling the rest of the rope between Cheryl's thighs, Roger got up on the 
bed. He ran the end of the rope through an eyebolt in the ceiling over the 
middle of the bed. Then he pulled it tight and tied it off. 

When Roger was finished tying off the rope, the pull of the rope had backed 
Cheryl up firmly against the foot of the bed and held her bent over so that 
her upper body was ninety degrees to her legs. 

She could not figure out what was about to happen. She had thought that she 
was about to receive another ten swats on her ass from the crop for saying 
the word "No," but in this position, most of her ass was pressed firmly 
against the foot of the bed. 

Roger jumped down off the bed. 

Debbie had lain quietly until that time, but knowing that the fun was about 
to start, she turned her head, to watch over her shoulder. 

Roger brought the crop down hard against Debbie's ass, and told her to get 
her face back down against the bed. 

Pouting slightly, because she wanted to watch and would not be allowed to, 
Debbie did as ordered. A small triangular red mark formed on the left cheek 
of her naked ass, just below the broad pink stripe that Henry had made with 
the paddle. 

Roger stood next to Cheryl and gave her a short lecture about how "it was 
not a good idea to refuse to do what she was told or expected to do." As he 
spoke, he tickled the end of her nose with the crop, then moved it around 
other areas of the front of her body. 

Since Cheryl was bent over, her large, firm tits were hanging down. Her 
blonde hair had fallen down, covering one side of her face. The crop slid 
over her helpless breasts several times. Finally the crop centered its 
attention on her right breast, and soon her nipple was hard and aroused. It 
changed from its normally light, brownish-pink color, to a darker pink. 

When Roger saw that Cheryl's nipple was aroused, he dropped the tip of the 
crop almost to the floor, then brought it back up swiftly. "WHAP!" 

The tip of the riding crop slapped noisily against the nipple of Cheryl's 
right tit! 

Cheryl screeched in agony and shock! She had not thought for a minute that 
he would hit her there! She had thought he was just getting her aroused 
before he started swatting her back. 

Henry smiled as he watched the scene in the computer security window. 

Cheryl's nipple swelled visibly and its color deepened even more. 

Debbie squirmed in frustration. She had heard the smack of the riding crop, 
but had no idea where on Cheryl's body it had landed. She desperately wanted 
to take a quick look, but she didn't dare. From past experience she knew 
that Roger was undoubtedly watching her, waiting for her to do just that, to 
give him a reason to punish her ass with the riding crop. 

Roger moved to the other side of Cheryl and began massaging her right nipple 
with the tip of the crop. 

Cheryl moaned in fearful anticipation of the next blow. Her right nipple 
grew hard and dark. 

The tip of the crop dropped toward the floor. 

"WHAP" Cheryl screeched again, then suddenly remembered to close her eyes 
and count. 

"One!" she cried as the stinging pain in her left nipple was crowded out of 
her awareness by the even more intense pain in her right nipple. 

Roger got the chair from in front of the television and set it next to the 
beautiful, bound and bent-over girl. Taking his time, he ran the tip of the 
crop around her soft, white tummy for a few moments, then suddenly slapped 
it against her left breast. 

"WHAP" 

"Two!" yelped Cheryl. 

Roger kept massaging various parts of Cheryl's anatomy with the crop between 
strokes, but each swat from the riding crop was either on one of her nipples 
or on the tender fleshy parts of one of her hanging tits. 

When he gave her the eleventh countable stroke, Cheryl screeched in 
surprise, then remembered that she had to take two extra swats for not 
closing her eyes. 

Of course the twelfth swat was hardest of all, and right on the center of 
her sorest nipple. The rope, that went from around her neck and through her 
legs, kept her from standing up. Regardless, she managed to shake her tits 
and squirm delightfully, as the pain in her defenseless breasts ran its 
course. She desperately wished that she could rub them, but with her hands 
securely strapped behind her, she knew there would be no such relief. 

"Now are you going to cooperate?" asked Roger, making his tone sound as 
severe as possible. 

"Yes," Cheryl said immediately, wanting to get any kind of relief to her 
searing breasts. She knew that by agreeing to do what he wanted, she would 
soon be lying on the bed face down, where she could rub her smarting tits 
against the cool, soft sheet. Then she thought about it, and suddenly 
realized what she had just agreed to. Vaguely she wondered if she would 
rather take another ten swats on her tits instead. Would that be better than 
having to put her face in someone's ass? At that point she no longer had too 
much of a choice. She had already agreed to do it. Besides, she did not know 
if her tits could take another ten swats from that nasty riding crop. 

 THREE 

Roger got up on the bed and untied the rope from the eyebolt in the ceiling. 
Jumping back down to the floor, he took the loop from around Cheryl's neck 
and allowed her to stand upright. As he put the rope back in the dark-brown 
cabinet, he told her to turn around and face the bed. 

Reluctantly, Cheryl turned around. 

"Bend over," commanded Roger, moving up behind Cheryl. 

Debbie was still lying as she had been before, face down, with her legs 
spread wide, and her ass just inches from where Cheryl was about to put her 
face. 

At first, Cheryl was disinclined to do as Roger ordered, but, as her burning 
tits touched the sheet she was happy to have complied. The cool, smooth 
material soothed her aching nipples somewhat. 

Roger took up his former position behind Cheryl. Grasping Debbie's ankles, 
he again ordered Cheryl to raise her head. 

This time Cheryl complied without comment, but she closed her eyes and 
wrinkled her nose as Debbie's asshole was dragged close under her face. 

"Stick your tongue down there and lick her cunt," demanded Roger, spreading 
Debbie's legs farther apart to accommodate Cheryl's mouth. 

Debbie arched her back to make her cunt more accessible to Cheryl's tongue. 

Cheryl, happy that she had not been ordered to lick the little brown hole in 
front of her, gladly licked the wet pussy-lips below it. She continued to 
lick for several moments, instinctively reaching farther down to lick the 
clit below. Inadvertently she buried her nose in the crack of Debbie's ass. 

Debbie moaned in pleasure. The velvet tongue on her clit was exquisite, and 
the nose pressing against her asshole felt delightful. 

Roger picked up the black dildo. 

"Lick higher," Roger ordered. 

Reluctantly, Cheryl raised her face and licked only the pussy-lips and 
cunt-hole in front of her. She knew that it would not be long before she was 
ordered to lick still higher. 

Roger began working the dildo into Cheryl's cunt. 

"Higher!" he commanded. 

Hating the very thought of what she was about to do, Cheryl slowly raised 
her head and stuck her tongue out toward the little, brown, puckered hole in 
front of her. 

Debbie squirmed in shear delight at the feeling of the tongue tickling 
around the rim of her little hole. 

"You'd better do better than that!" warned Roger, ominously. 

Cheryl could smell the little hole below her lips, and was surprised that 
the aroma was not as bad as she thought it would be. She stuck her tongue 
farther out, and tasted the cavity. To her surprise it did not really taste 
bad either. Still, she continued to lick little more than the rim of the 
hole. 

"Stick that tongue all the way in that hole, or you'll wish you had!" warned 
Roger. 

Reluctantly, Cheryl slowly complied with Roger's demand. Her tongue probed 
deeper into the little, brown opening. 

Debbie squirmed in delight. 

Cheryl wondered what it could possibly feel like, to make Debbie squirm 
about so much? 

Roger worked the dildo farther into Cheryl's cunt. 

Debbie shoved her ass harder against Cheryl's face. She was enjoying to the 
fullest the deliriously wonderful feelings caused by Cheryl's tongue in her 
asshole. 

Cheryl began to squirm herself, as the dildo was worked farther inside her. 

Roger got eight inches of the dildo inside Cheryl, then stopped. Bending 
down, he took the little strap that dangled from Cheryl's waist, and 
threaded it between her thighs, from front to back. 

There was a small clip on the end of the dildo that protruded from Cheryl's 
pussy. Roger threaded the strap through a buckle at the base of the back of 
the wide leather strip around Cheryl's waist. Pulling it tight, he clipped 
the strap to the end of the dildo, thus holding it in place. 

The dildo filled Cheryl's hot, wet hole nicely, but since Roger had stopped 
moving it, the orgasm, which had been building up inside her, had stopped 
climbing. She could not get the proper motion from the dildo to bring her 
any closer to her own pleasure. 

Meanwhile, Debbie was enjoying her position immensely. The tongue in her ass 
was sending thrill after thrill of marvelous chills up and down her spine. 

Once Roger had secured the dildo inside Cheryl's cunt, he took off his 
clothes. Reaching over to Debbie's butt, he spread the cheeks of her 
wiggling ass wide, and told Cheryl to lick deeper. 

Cheryl, disgusted by what she was asked to do, considered refusing, but 
instantly remembered what the consequences to her smarting tits would be, 
and complied with the demand. Slowly, and reluctantly, she sank her tongue 
as deep inside Debbie's puckered, little, brown hole as she could. 

Debbie's squirms of delight changed to thrashings of rapture. She could 
hardly contain herself. Unfortunately, even though she was in the most 
intense pleasure imaginable, she could not cum because nothing was touching 
her clit. At that moment, if her arms had not been securely strapped behind 
her, she would have dared any punishment Roger could devise, to put her 
hands between her legs and bring herself to orgasm. 

Roger released Debbie's ass-cheeks and placing his hand on the back of 
Cheryl's head, forced it down tightly against Debbie's butt. Warning Cheryl 
not to move her face away from Debbie's ass, or her tongue out of Debbie's 
asshole,' he released her head and went to the head of the bed. Climbing on 
the bed, with the riding crop in his hand, he found just enough room, 
between Debbie's head and the wall, to sit. His hard cock bounced against 
the top of Debbie's head as he made himself comfortable. Then, grabbing a 
handful of Debbie's blonde hair, he raised her head up and stuffed his cock 
in her mouth. 

Debbie had been moaning continuously from the ministrations of Cheryl's 
tongue. As Roger's cock went in her mouth, she gave one last, loud moan, 
then began sucking on his hard shaft for all she was worth. In her position 
it was a severe strain to move her head the way Roger wanted her to, and her 
neck muscles were soon tired. 

Roger, always helpful, gripped her hair more tightly and began pistoning her 
head back and forth. Forcing her face tight against his lower belly, he held 
her there for several seconds, with his cock buried deep in her throat, then 
continued to pump her head back and forth. Her warm, wet mouth, and velvety 
tongue, did their jobs as he had taught them long ago. He was soon on the 
verge of cumming. With his free hand, he used the crop to slap Debbie's ass, 
right next to Cheryl's face, three times, quickly and very hard. Further 
aroused, he slapped Cheryl's naked shoulders, as he continued to jack 
Debbie's head back and forth on his rigid shaft, fucking her face. 

Debbie, though further aroused by the swats of the riding crop on her ass, 
was still frustrated. Cheryl's tongue in her ass felt delectable, but there 
was nothing touching her clit to bring her off. She felt like a tea kettle 
that had been left on, constantly boiling, but never quite able to blow off 
its top. 

Cheryl felt somewhat similar, as the dildo in her cunt kept her full and 
wet, but she could not move as she needed to get off. Regardless of her own 
frustrations, she kept her tongue busily at the asshole in front of her. 

Roger continued to pump Debbie's head, keeping her mouth full of hard, warm 
cock. While his ecstasy swiftly grew, he kept alternately slapping Cheryl's 
naked back and Debbie's spread ass. 

Pausing for a moment, Roger released Debbie's head, and, with the aid of the 
riding crop, reached down and got hold of a handful of Cheryl's hair. 
Dropping the crop, he pulled Cheryl's hair until her face was mashed even 
more firmly against Debbie's asshole. Grabbing Debbie's hair with his other 
hand, he continued the bobbing motion of her head until he was ready to 
come. 

"Get your tongue all the way in that hole!" demanded Roger. 

Cheryl, only barely able to breathe through her nose, forced her tongue even 
farther up Debbie's brown hole. The taste was getting a little rank, but 
nothing she could not endure. 

Debbie shivered in nearly unbearable ecstasy at what Cheryl's tongue was 
doing inside her asshole. 

Roger suddenly gripped the hair at the back of Debbie's head tighter, and 
slammed her mouth hard against the base of his pulsing shaft. 

Debbie struggled to breathe through her nose. 

At the same time, Cheryl's hair was pulled harder, causing her to stuff her 
tongue another half inch into Debbie's asshole. 

Roger came deep inside Debbie's face, jetting his sticky fluid warmly 
against the back of her throat. Debbie was forced to swallow gob after gob 
of his gooey cum. Roger was delirious with ecstasy! His hard meat stuffed 
into Debbie's warm mouth felt glorious! He pumped her head a few more times, 
then again held her face tightly against his body. Releasing Cheryl's hair, 
he retrieved the riding crop and swatted both girls several more times, 
until, at last, his passion subsided. 

When the swats to their back and butt stopped, Cheryl and Debbie were 
greatly relieved. Those last swats had been harder and more painful than any 
of the previous strokes. 

After a few minutes, Roger released Debbie's hair. Pulling his softened cock 
out of her mouth, he got off the bed. 

Cheryl continued to tongue Debbie's asshole. 

Debbie resumed her moans of incredible pleasure and unfulfilled ecstasy. 

Roger, going to the foot of the bed, unbuckled the little strap that held 
the black dildo inside Cheryl's pussy. After removing the dildo and placing 
it on the dresser, he unstrapped her ankles. Pulling on her beautiful, 
blonde hair, he forced her to stand upright. 

Cheryl was happy to finally be able to take her tongue out of Debbie's brown 
hole. 

Debbie whimpered in frustration, as her source of pleasure was removed. 

Roger turned Cheryl around, detached the little strap from her front and 
tossed it on top of the dresser. Turning her around again, he released her 
wrists from the cuffs. 

Cheryl thought that they were through for the day. 

Roger told her to go wash her mouth and face thoroughly. When she wondered 
out loud why he was being so considerate, he told her that the bacteria in 
the ass could cause infections in the cunt if it were spread from one hole 
to the other. 

That was when Cheryl realized that she was not yet through for the day. When 
she returned from the bathroom, Roger told Debbie to get off the bed. 

Roger released Debbie's hands and sent her to the dark-brown cabinet to get 
two more straps, similar to the ones she had just had on her arms. Each 
strap had a sliding loop at one end and a buckle at the other. When she 
brought them, he had her brush out Cheryl's hair, and put it through the 
loop in one of the straps. Then he had her quickly braid Cheryl's hair with 
the strap. A minute or two later, when she was done, Roger had Cheryl do the 
same thing to Debbie's hair. When each girl had a leather strap braided into 
her hair, Roger re-secured their hands behind them. 

Quickly he positioned Cheryl so that she was lying on her side along the 
foot of the bed, facing the head of the bed. He made Debbie lie on her side 
facing Cheryl, head to toe. Spreading Debbie's legs apart, he pushed 
Cheryl's face firmly against Debbie's pussy. He attached the strap that was 
braided into Cheryl's hair to the strap that was around Debbie's right wrist 
at her back. Spreading Cheryl's legs, he forced Debbie's face firmly against 
Cheryl's pussy. Then he attached the strap that was braided into Debbie's 
hair, to the D-ring on the back of Cheryl's wide, leather waist strap. Once 
the position was established, he retightened both straps until the girls 
mouths were both firmly pressed against each other's cunts. They could only 
breathe through their noses. 

Cheryl was not too happy about having been wrong when she had thought that 
the session was over. She was less happy about having her mouth where it 
was. 

Debbie was delighted about everything! She loved the taste of Cheryl's 
pussy. She adored the feeling of Cheryl's mouth between her own legs. 
Licking furiously, she waited in wonderful anticipation of what she was sure 
Roger was about to do. 

Roger called Henry's name. 

Henry had been watching the proceedings, and knew it was time for his 
arrival. When he entered, he was already naked. 

Roger picked up the riding crop and went to stand by the side of the bed 
near Debbie's ass. 

Henry got a two-foot, thin-walled, black, plastic tube from the dark-brown 
cabinet. It was about an inch in diameter, light, but sturdy. Though it does 
no damage, when used properly, it stings like a wasp. 

Henry took up his position beside the bed, next to Cheryl's squirming ass. 

Both girls were squirming. Due to the mutual tonguing they were getting and 
receiving, they were both pretty close to having orgasms. 

Henry smacked the black tube against Cheryl's naked ass. It made a sharp, 
hollow popping sound when it struck her naked flesh. "POP!" 

Simultaneously, Roger swatted Debbie's ass, hard with the riding crop. 
"WHAP!" 

Both girls jerked their heads at the pain, but both heads were held firmly 
in place by their braided straps. Both girl's head's tingled as their hair 
was pulled by their own reactions to the swats on their naked asses. 

Henry and Roger continued to smack and swat the girls each time they 
appeared to be approaching a climax. 

Finally Roger's cock grew hard again. He quickly grabbed a jar of Vaseline 
off the dresser and put some on his throbbing muscle. Kneeling on the bed, 
he forced Cheryl's hair aside, and stuffed his hot rod into Debbie's 
asshole! 

Debbie's asshole had been thoroughly relaxed by Cheryl's tongue a long time 
ago. Roger's cock slid in easily, and he began pumping away vigorously. 

Cheryl watched, fascinated, as Roger's cock pumped inside Debbie's asshole 
just inches from her eyes. 

Henry loosened Debbie's braided strap and pulled her face from Cheryl's 
pussy. 

Cheryl, almost ready to cum from the combination of the tongue on her pussy 
and the sight before her eyes, moaned in frustration when the tongue 
disappeared. 

Henry grabbed Debbie's hair at the back of her head, and stuffed his cock 
into her moaning mouth. 

Debbie could hardly believe the pleasure she was receiving. Roger's cock was 
feeling great up her ass. Cheryl's tongue was doing delightful things inside 
her pussy, and finally Henry's lovely cock had come to fill her mouth. 

But not for long. 

Just as Debbie reached her first orgasm, Henry pulled out of her mouth, and 
stuffed his hard cock into Cheryl's dripping cunt. Debbie licked at his 
balls, and the shaft of his dick as it pumped in and out of Cheryl's pussy. 

Roger slapped Debbie's ass with the riding crop, further intensifying the 
effects of her already gorgeous orgasm. 

At last, Cheryl's orgasm burst over her in a warm wave of pure rapture! Her 
mouth was still held tight against Debbie's creaming pussy, by the strap 
braided in her hair. Henry's cock was stuffed in her pussy, plunging madly 
in and out! She finally had to admit that eating pussy was a delightful 
turn-on. Cheryl moaned in ecstasy! 

The vibration from Cheryl's moans added to Debbie's already euphoric 
pleasure. 

Henry resumed slapping Cheryl's ass and back with the wicked plastic tube. 

Cheryl's pleasure increased with each wicked stroke of the black instrument. 

Henry pulled out of Cheryl's pussy, and stuffed his cock back into Debbie's 
mouth. After a few strokes he pulled out and plunged it back into Cheryl's 
cunt. Gradually he set up a rhythm, two strokes in Cheryl's cunt, then two 
strokes in Debbie's mouth, then back to Cheryl's cunt, then Debbie's mouth 
... Finally, he decided to stop holding back, and shot his wad deep into 
Cheryl's cunt. Grabbing the back of Debbie's head, he held her mouth close 
to him, so that she could lick his balls while he spewed jet after jet of 
hot, sticky cum into Cheryl's gaping hole. Long after his juice had stopped 
flowing, he held Debbie's head and kept her licking his balls. 

When his pleasure finally passed, he pulled his cock out of Cheryl's cunt 
and stuffed it into Debbie's mouth for a good cleaning. When Debbie had 
sucked his cock clean of cum and cunt juice, he pulled out of her mouth. 

Moving back a bit, Henry took Debbie's braided leather strap and re-attached 
it next to Cheryl's wrist-cuffs. Pulling it tight, he forced Debbie's mouth 
tight against Cheryl's slit once again, and told her to clean his cum out of 
Cheryl's hole. 

Immediately Debbie was licking and sucking Henry's cum out of Cheryl's hot 
cunt. 

Cheryl was in the throes of another orgasm even then. 

Roger had reached his peak too, and was shooting his load into Debbie's 
asshole. 

Debbie had been moaning in pleasure, almost continuously, ever since 
Cheryl's mouth had been secured to her pussy. The only time she had not been 
moaning was when Henry's cock was in her mouth. 

After Roger dumped his load into Debbie's ass, he gave her three, hard, 
parting swats from the riding crop, then pulled out of her hole and got off 
the bed. 

After a moment's discussion with Henry, the two men decided to leave the 
girls bound together for a while. After all, they deserved to have a little 
fun too, right? 

Before Roger left, he took the black dildo and shove it far up Debbie's 
asshole. Then the two men went into the house to clean up. They left the 
girls bound mouth to cunt, moaning, and squirming their asses in ecstasy. 

In the house, Roger stepped into the shower while Henry turned on the 
television in the living room. Selecting the camera in the playroom that 
gave the best view of the two girls, he turned up the volume and settled 
down to watch. 

Twenty minutes later, Roger came out of the bathroom and sat down in the 
living room. 

Henry went to shower while Roger watched the girls. 

While Roger was watching, the girls finally became sated, and neither could 
stand to cum again. Once their sexual energies had been depleted, they found 
their positions somewhat less than comfortable. Each tried to squirm or 
wriggle free from the other, but there was no chance of that. They tried to 
talk to each other, but their mouths were so tightly pressed against each 
other's snatch's that only one word in four or five was understandable. 

Henry finished his shower and went to the living room to watch the girls 
also. 

After a while, the girls started to stiffen up. They had been lying on their 
sides for well over an hour. Finally Debbie was able to make Cheryl 
understand that she wanted them to roll over. They rolled to the center of 
the bed. Then Cheryl was on top and Debbie was on the bottom. But Debbie had 
forgotten about the dildo sticking out of her ass, and screeched in pain 
when it was shoved in farther by contact with the mattress! After several 
attempts, Debbie made Cheryl aware of the problem, and they rolled farther 
toward the wall. 

Henry had had enough of watching the girls struggles. He went to make Roger 
and himself something to eat. 

Roger was also tired of watching the girls, so he picked up a magazine and 
started to read. 

"Too bad we can't leave them like that, and go for a hike," remarked Roger, 
when Henry came in with the food. 

"Well, we could call Stan and Teri to come babysit," proposed Henry. 

"Actually it's kind of late now, but we should remember that next time," 
said Roger. 

Glancing casually at the TV Guide while they ate, Henry found an interesting 
movie that was about to start. He turned the television to the channel the 
movie was going to be on, and set his Picture In a Picture (PIP) feature to 
show the girls in the upper right corner of the screen. 

Two hours later the men went into the playroom to check on the girls. 

As they entered the playroom door, Henry asked Roger, "Should we leave them 
like that all night?" 

Roger pretended to think seriously about it. 

Both Cheryl and Debbie screamed in anger and fear, but their cries were 
considerably muffled by each other's cunts. Both of the girls were dying to 
use the bathroom. Neither of them had dared to move at all during the last 
hour, for fear of causing the other to have an accident. Any accident by one 
would have gone right into the mouth of the other. 

Finally Roger answered Henry, "No, you still have to punish Cheryl for not 
remembering to count and close her eyes earlier today, and Debbie didn't 
make a single mistake today, so she obviously needs a good lesson in 
humility. 

Debbie's muffled whine could just be heard coming from between Cheryl's 
legs. 

Roger took the dildo out of Debbie's ass, then he and Henry released the two 
girls braided straps and allowed them to use the bathroom. Their wrists were 
still strapped behind them, so they had to go to the bathroom together, and 
wipe each other's pussies when they were done. Cheryl could hardly stand the 
embarrassment, and when she saw the men watching them from the open doorway, 
she turned red from head to toe. 

Debbie and Cheryl then had to go to the kitchen and fix themselves something 
to eat. It was a sight to see! They were not allowed to just fix a simple 
snack, they had to prepare a complete meal. Each girl had to watch what the 
other was doing and tell her how far left or right, or up or down to move 
her bound hands to grasp something. After their dinners were prepared, they 
had to feed each other. After that, they were each released for exactly 
fifteen minutes to use the toilet and shower, then their arms were secured 
behind them again. 

Roger led Debbie off to the guest room. Henry took Cheryl to the master 
bedroom. 

Henry was glad that Roger had reminded him about Cheryl's failure to count 
her strokes and close her eyes earlier that day. This gave him a good excuse 
to punish her before they got in bed. 

Henry made Cheryl stand at the foot of the bed and bend over. He had watched 
how she had squirmed and wiggled when Roger had used the riding crop on her 
breasts that afternoon. He wanted to see if he could get a similar reaction 
with a cane, which he kept in the bedroom closet. 

First he explained to her exactly why she was going to be punished. Several 
times in the past few weeks she had had to be reminded either to close her 
eyes or to count the strokes during a punishment. It was not enough for her 
just to take the extra strokes she earned at the time. These multiple 
offenses required a special punishment of their own. Then he blindfolded her 
and told her that she was going to receive the usual number of strokes on 
her ass, but, if she had to use her code word (the word "enough," a way to 
let Henry know that the pain was too intense) she would receive the 
remainder of the punishment on her hanging tits. 

With the blindfold on, Cheryl did not know what instrument was going to be 
used on her poor, defenseless bottom. From Henry's manner, she knew that it 
was going to hurt! 

Henry got the cane from the closet. Without further conversation, he brought 
the cane smartly across the cheeks of Cheryl's shapely, white ass. 

"Whish-Smack!" 

"AAHH! One!" screamed Cheryl, after the terrible wooden rod sliced across 
her backside. 

"I guess now you would prefer to close your eyes yourself rather than be 
blindfolded?" asked Henry, as he brought the horrid stick to Cheryl's 
scorching ass again. "Whish-Smack!" 

"AAHH! Two! Yes!" screamed Cheryl. 

"Then in the future, I expect you'll remember to close your eyes for 
punishment, no matter who is giving it to you," commented Henry, bringing 
the cane across her ass again. "Whish-Smack!" 

"AAHH! Three! I promise!" screamed Cheryl. "Ooooohooooh. Please not so 
hard," she begged. 

Three dark red lines had formed across the cheeks of Cheryl's butt. 

"Always harder," said Henry genially, as he swung the cane again. 
"Whish-Smack!" 

"AAHH! Four! Enough!" screamed Cheryl. 

Instantly she regretted having used the code word. How was she going to be 
able to take that kind of punishment across her already sore breasts? 

"Back up," ordered Henry. 

Cheryl backed away from the foot of the bed. She remained bent over. 
Unconsciously, her fingers were trying to reach her searing cheeks, but her 
wrists, securely bound behind her, prevented that. She felt Henry move the 
instrument of punishment to her stomach. It glided over her skin, toward her 
dreadfully exposed, hanging breasts. She felt his fingers probing her pussy, 
and slowly began to relax. She whimpered in fear as the cane moved away from 
her tummy. 

"Smack!" 

"AAAHHH! Five!" cried Cheryl as the cane smacked against the base of her 
right breast. 

"Smack!" 

"AAAHHH! Six!" yelled Cheryl when the cane hit the lower part of her left 
tit. 

"Smack!" the cane hit the upper part of her left tit. "AAAHHH! Seven! 
Enough!" screamed Cheryl as she danced about in pain. 

Henry took the belt from his pants and strapped her ankles together. She 
wouldn't dance any more. 

Then he probed her pussy with the end of the cane, and slid it inside 
several inches. After he stroked it in and out a few times, she began to 
moan. He immediately pulled the cane out of her cunt. 

"Smack!" the cane struck the top of her right tit. 

"AAAHHH! Eight!" screamed Cheryl jiggling her tits wildly to relieve their 
aching pain. 

"Smack!" 

"AAAHHH! Nine!" screamed Cheryl when the cane hit her tits again. 

"Smack!" 

"AAAHHH! Ten!" shrieked Cheryl. The cane had struck directly across her 
already tender nipples. She jumped and squirmed with pain. She nearly 
toppled over, but Henry was there to keep her from falling. Tears flowed 
from her eyes. Slowly her struggles subsided, and finally she quit crying, 
only then did Henry release her ankles and arms. 

Lying her on the bed, he massaged cool, medicinal lotion into her 
agonizingly pained tits. When he was finished, he made her roll over, so he 
could put some of the lotion on her ass. She did not want to roll over and 
lie on her stinging tits, but Henry threatened to cane her again if she did 
not do what he said. Painfully, she rolled over. 

While her ass was being attended to, Roger knocked on the door. 

"Can I borrow Cheryl for a few minutes?" he asked, after Henry told him to 
come in. 

"Sure, just let me finish this," Henry said, as he continued to apply the 
lotion to Cheryl's naked, striped ass. "But be careful with her ass and 
tits, will you?" he requested. 

"Of course," replied Roger, looking with admiration at the marks on Cheryl's 
naked ass. 

When Henry was finished with Cheryl's ass, he told her to go with Roger. 
While she was gone, Henry took another shower, then went to bed, but not to 
sleep. 

A few minutes later, Cheryl came back from Roger's room. Henry and Cheryl 
spent a couple of hours making love. Every time he touched one of the marks 
left by the cane she squirmed in pleasure-pain. They fell asleep in each 
other's arms. 

* * * * * 

Roger was having a little fun with Debbie. After dinner, he had taken her to 
the guest room, and like Cheryl, she was completely naked and her arms were 
still securely strapped behind her. The dresser in the guest room was well 
stocked with exactly what you might think. 

The first thing Roger did when he led Debbie into the room, was to use a 
couple of straps, which he took from the dresser, and secure her ankles to 
the legs of the bed. She was facing the foot of the bed, and he had her bend 
over, He had brought the riding crop in from the playroom, and standing 
behind her, he ran the tip of it lightly up and down the insides of her 
widely spread thighs. 

"You know that you were very good today, don't you?" asked Roger. "Yes," 
answered Debbie. 

"But you also know that perfection can lead to arrogance, and we wouldn't 
want you to become conceited, would we?" 

"No," Debbie replied, in a soft and slightly trembling voice. 

Suddenly the riding crop stopped sliding up her leg. Roger dropped the tip 
to the floor, then brought it straight up between her wide-spread legs! It 
slapped nastily against her gaping cunt-lips! "WHAP!" 

Debbie closed her eyes and yelled, "One!" Tears sprang to her eyes. 

"WHAP!" the crop slapped the inside of her left thigh, just below her pussy. 

"Two," Debbie cried. 

"WHAP!" the crop landed against the upper part of the inside of her right 
thigh. "Three!" 

"WHAP!" again the painful instrument slapped her full across her pussy-lips. 

"Four! AAHH" she screamed. 

"WHAP!" inner right thigh. 

"Five!" came the shout from Debbie. 

"WHAP!" inner left thigh. "Six!" 

"WHAP!" 

"Seven! AAHH!" Debbie screamed again, as the tip of the crop slapped her 
smartly between the legs. 

"WHAP!" inner right thigh. "Eight!" 

"WHAP!" inner left thigh. "Nine!" Debbie cringed, knowing that the last 
stroke was going to be harder than the others, and between her legs. But it 
did not come right away. 

Roger went into the guest bathroom and smeared some Vaseline on his hard 
cock. Then he came back to the bedroom. 

"WHAP!" Roger had stooped a little and brought the tip of the riding crop 
right against her clit! 

"TEN! AAAHHH! OOOOOHH! SHIT!" shrieked Debbie, as the pain between her legs 
overrode every other sense, thought and emotion! She felt nothing but agony! 
All she could think of, was that her clit hurt! It was on fire! 

Roger knelt down behind her, and shoved his hard, greased cock into her 
nearly dry cunt. 

The pain between Debbie's legs increased! The cock in her pussy did nothing 
to sooth the horrible ache of her clit. If anything, Roger's hard shaft 
intensified the pain! 

Roger pumped mercilessly inside Debbie's cunt. 

Debbie screamed in pain! 

When Roger was about to cum, he slipped his cock out of her gaping, 
pain-filled hole, and got on the bed in front of her. Grabbing the hair at 
the back of her head, he forced her face up off the bed and stuffed his 
grease and pussy-juice-covered cock into her mouth. 

Her screams were curtailed as cock took over her thoughts. She knew that the 
most important thing for her to do at that moment was please Roger. If she 
didn't.... 

Voraciously, she sucked and licked at his hard, pumping shaft. 

Roger worked Debbie's head back and forth. For several minutes he pounded 
his hot meat into her face. Finally he shot his wad deep down her throat and 
held her face tight against his body. After several minutes he pulled out 
and had her lick his cock and balls clean. 

It was hard to believe how well-trained Debbie was. Roger had to admit that 
she was truly the perfect sex slave. On one hand he did not want to give her 
a "big head," by telling her how he felt, but on the other hand, he knew 
that she deserved a reward. Roger went to the bathroom and came back with a 
warm, wet washcloth. Very tenderly, he pressed the warm cloth to Debbie's 
gaping pussy, then he unstrapped her ankles. Turning her over, he lifted her 
legs high and secured her ankles to two eyebolts which were placed 
unobtrusively in the ceiling above the bed. 

That was when he left to borrow Cheryl. In a few minutes he was back. He 
used a short piece of white rope to tie Cheryl's arms behind her, then had 
her kneel down at the foot of the bed, in front of Debbie's wide spread 
pussy. 

Cheryl looked at Debbie in concern when she heard her whimper softly. 

"Henry says that your butt's had enough, so get your hands down there and 
cover it up," ordered Roger. 

Cheryl moved her bound hands as far down her back as she could. The backs of 
her hands completely covered her ass-cheeks, leaving her entire back 
vulnerable to whatever Roger might have in mind. 

"Don't move your hands, or else," warned Roger, quietly but firmly. 

Picking up the crop, he told Cheryl to get her mouth to work on Debbie's 
cunt. He laid the tip of the riding crop in the middle of Cheryl's back and 
began stroking softly. 

"Be very careful with her clit," warned Roger, as her brought the crop up 
and then back down sharply against Cheryl's left shoulder blade. 

Cheryl had already noticed the red and angry look of Debbie's clit. She 
flinched as the crop hit her back, but continued to lap at Debbie's cunt. 

Debbie's whimpering slowly turned to moans of pleasure. The crop continued 
to fall on Cheryl's back. Cheryl's tongue continued to perform its 
delightful chore. 

Cheryl cautiously licked up to the top of Debbie's slit, then just barely 
touched the end of her tongue to the little red button at the top. 

Debbie was not sure if she felt pleasure or pain. 

Roger kept Cheryl working at Debbie's cunt and clit with her tongue until 
Debbie finally felt pleasure, then after a while had a delightful orgasm. 

Meanwhile, Roger continued to slap the riding crop against Cheryl's back, 
about one stroke every three or four seconds. It was definitely in Cheryl's 
best interest to get her job done as quickly as possible. 

When Roger took Cheryl back to Henry, her back was covered with little pink 
triangular marks. He had untied her hands before they left the guest room. 

* * * * * 

The following morning, each of the girls was paddled once for stopping on 
the stair-climber, then they were allowed to put on their "uniforms" and 
make breakfast. After they ate, they went for a hike, and spent most of the 
day lying in the water beneath a shady tree. Once, Debbie was marched to the 
edge of the stream where she had to cut a switch for Roger to use on her 
naked tits and stomach. 

They got back to Henry's house a little after one in the afternoon. 

When everyone was comfortably seated in the living room, Henry turned on the 
television, and showed Debbie and Roger some of Cheryl's videos. Roger 
especially appreciated the one where Cheryl was in the playroom, tied over 
the black horse, with a dildo sticking out of her cunt, being swatted with a 
belt by Henry. 

As soon as Cheryl realized that the movies were of her, her face quickly 
became red, and stayed that way throughout the showing. 

As the video played, Roger had Debbie get down on her knees between his legs 
and give him head. 

Roger and Debbie left around four in the afternoon. 

Henry and Cheryl made love one last time, then he sent her home. 

 FOUR 

Before Roger and Debbie had showed up, Cheryl and Henry had made plans to 
meet at her office in Los Angeles, on Tuesday. 

Tuesday morning, Cheryl told her secretary to take the day off, with pay, 
and left word with a junior executive that she would be unavailable for 
most, if not all, of the day. 

Henry arrived at Cheryl's office at 10:00. The first thing he did when he 
got there was have her move everything off the top of her desk. Then he made 
her take off all her clothes, and lying her on the desk, fucked her for over 
an hour. 

Cheryl came several times during that hour. Occasionally, pictures of the 
time she had fucked Roger on that very desk floated through her mind, 
causing her face to turn red. 

Henry knew what was causing the color in her cheeks, but said nothing, only 
giving her a small smile. 

After Henry had cum the second time, they took a shower and went out for 
lunch. While they were eating, Henry asked her why her secretary had not 
been at work. When she told him that she had given the secretary the day 
off, and had told others that she was taking the day off herself, Henry 
became somewhat annoyed. He had told her before about taking time off work. 
It was just not somethihg that one did, especially in her position. Other 
people depended on her every day. 

Henry had merely meant to ease her sexual tension during the week. As he did 
not allow her to masturbate while he was not there to watch, every week 
Cheryl had to go the entire week without sexual gratification of any kind. 
The only sex she had was with Henry on the weekends. Since she had been 
particularly good for the past couple of weeks, he had thought to give her a 
treat. But, as usual, if he "gave her an inch, she took a mile." 

If Henry had known that she masturbated almost every night during the week 
anyway, she would have been in serious trouble. 

"I was going right back home after lunch," he told her, "but since you've 
taken the liberty to take the entire day off, we might as well spend it 
productively." 

Cheryl was not sure what he meant by "productively," but she was soon to 
find out. 

They had taken Henry's car when they left Cheryl's office. Driving back to 
the building, he told her to get her car and he would follow her to her 
house. He had never been to Cheryl's house. 

When she pulled into her long, circular driveway, Henry pulled his car up 
beside hers. He took a large, light-brown briefcase from the trunk of his 
car. They went into the house and Cheryl showed him around. 

Cheryl never washed any of her own clothes or dishes, or did any other such 
"menial" chores. She had a maid for that. The maid, who came daily for about 
three hours a day, was still working on the upstairs bedrooms. Henry told 
her to take the rest of the day off, with pay. 

The maid looked at Cheryl. When Cheryl smiled and nodded at her, the maid 
turned her face so Henry could not see, and grinned. Quickly gathering up 
the tools of her trade, she left the house to Cheryl and Henry. As she left, 
she was thinking that Cheryl was going to get laid by the handsome 
gentleman. 

Well, that too. 

Once the maid was out the door, Henry suddenly became serious. He explained 
the cause of his annoyance to Cheryl. 

Cheryl immediately knew that she was in for an afternoon of punishment. She 
also knew that she deserved it. Even as she had told her secretary that 
morning to take the day off, she had remembered Henry's previous adamance 
about her not taking time off work. What she hoped was that the afternoon 
would also provide considerable pleasure along with the pain that it 
promised. 

Henry followed Cheryl to her bedroom; upstairs, second door to the left of 
the landing. The windows looked out over several other large, expensive 
homes. Not wanting to shock the neighbors, Henry closed the curtains. He 
left the bedroom door open. 

Setting his briefcase down on the bed, he began looking around the room. He 
was trying to decide on an appropriate place to secure his recalcitrant 
girlfriend for her punishment. While he was making up his mind, he told her 
to get out of her clothes, leaving on her nylons, high heels and panties. 

The briefcase contained several lengths of white rope, a set of wrist and 
ankle-cuffs, a shiny, black dog leash and collar, an assortment of gags. 
Among various other items, there were two small, adjustable clamps. 

Cheryl undressed slowly, trying to be as enticing as possible, hoping to get 
Henry so turned on that he would hurry through her punishment, and fuck her. 
Though she had had three splendid orgasms on her desk barely an hour before, 
she was already starting to get wet between the legs again, as she thought 
of something smacking her ass. Before she met Henry she had never dreamed 
that a good spanking, or paddling, or a few good strokes from a switch, 
could be such a delightful turn-on. After her first good spanking from Henry 
she found out. whenever the time for some kind of discipline drew near, she 
always juiced up rapidly. 

Henry ignored her posturing. Finally deciding to use the large arm-chair in 
the corner, he pulled it out into the center of the room and made Cheryl lie 
over its back. Using some of the ropes from his briefcase, he tied her to 
the chair. When he was finished, Cheryl was bent over the back of the chair. 
Her ankles were tied to the bottom of the back legs. Her wrists were bound 
to the front legs, stretching her arms taut. Finally, her waist was securely 
attached to the back of the chair with a fifth piece of rope. Her arms had 
been placed on the outside of the chair's arms, so that they were spread 
wide, allowing her breasts to hang down free, readily available to Henry's 
hands, or whatever. The beautiful, rounded cheeks of her ass were presented 
picturesquely for any type of treatment. Though her legs were not spread 
very wide, her head was far lower than her ass, so her cunt was displayed 
openly. 

Once Cheryl was securely bound, Henry took off his clothes and wandered 
through the house, just looking around. As he went through her dresser 
drawers, he discovered several pairs of pantyhose. 

It had been several weeks since Henry had told her to dispose of all of her 
pantyhose. Although she had kept a few pairs, she new better than to let 
Henry know she even owned them, much less wore them. Sometimes, when she was 
certain that she was not going to see him that day, she wore a pair. 
Understandably, she had become extremely nervous as she watched him going 
through her dresser drawers. As soon as he discovered the pantyhose, she 
knew she was in real trouble. 

"If it's not one thing, it's another," Henry muttered, almost to himself, 
but just loud enough for Cheryl to hear. 

Placing the little, adjustable, metal clamps on the seat of the chair over 
which Cheryl was bent, Henry went to look over the rest of the house. 

Cheryl stared at the clamps suspiciously. While Henry was looking around the 
house, her mind kept conjuring up different images of how those clamps might 
soon be used. 

Finding nothing else that should not be there, Henry went back to the 
bedroom. He had brought something with him, but he concealed it from his 
adorable captive. He took the pantyhose out of the dresser. There were four 
pairs. He placed three pairs on the seat next to the clamps. 

"Since you like pantyhose so much, here!" said Henry as he wadded the fourth 
pair into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth. 

Taking a thin leather strap from his briefcase, he put her hair through the 
running loop in one end, and braided the strap into her long, blonde hair. 
When the braiding was done, he tied the loose end of the strap to the rope 
around her waist, pulling it snugly, so that her head was forced up and 
back, away from her hanging breasts. 

Slowly he lowered her panties until they were just below her cunt. For a 
moment, he played with her naked ass, then, absently tapping the opening of 
her asshole, he moved his hand on down to her pussy. Suddenly, he slapped 
her cunt with his fingertips, then, while she jerked at the pain in her 
lips, he quickly reached under her, and tickled her clit. 

Going back to Cheryl's night table, he got one of the dildo vibrators, which 
he had seen there a few minutes before. It was about eight inches long and 
an inch-and-a-quarter in diameter, with ribs running down the length of one 
side. Dipping the tip in the jar of Vaseline, which he found in the same 
drawer, he brought the vibrator over to the bound girl. Slowly he worked it 
into her cunt while he tickled her clit with the fingers of his free hand. 

When the vibrator was all the way inside the helpless girl, Henry turned it 
on. 

A faint, far-away-sounding buzz could just be heard coming from between 
Cheryl's parted legs. She squirmed in delight as the object inside her did 
its job. 

Meanwhile, Henry pulled her panties back up, insuring that the little buzzer 
would stay where it was. Then he went and laid down on the bed to watch his 
beautiful girlfriend squirm and wriggle in the center of the room. Her ass 
wagged back and forth as she tried to get something to touch her clit. Her 
frustration at not being able to cum had not quite reached an annoying 
level, but she knew it soon would. 

Getting his small, still camera, which he always carried in an inside pocket 
of his coat, he took several pictures of his twitching victim. Her lovely, 
blonde hair, strapped to the rope around her waist, kept her face high for 
the lens. Her gyrating hips caused her perfect, naked tits to sway 
erotically. The nipples were hard and erect from the excitement between her 
legs. The end of the vibrator was clearly visible through her shear, black 
panties. The muscles of her gorgeous, white legs, spread to the sides of the 
chair, convulsed occasionally, betraying her nervousness. 

They had most of the day to play. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon, 
and Henry had no definite plans until eight the next morning. 

After he put his camera back in his coat pocket, Henry walked over in front 
of Cheryl, and picked up one of the clamps off the seat of the chair. 

"First things first," he said, looking directly into her lovely, anxious, 
green-blue eyes. "So you like to take time off work?" 

Cheryl, mouth full of pantyhose, could not easily respond. 

Noticing that the pantyhose in Cheryl's mouth might have a tendency to slip 
out, he put the clamp back down. Taking up one of the pairs of pantyhose 
that was lying on the seat beneath her swaying tits, her tied it around her 
face. The second pair effectively clamped the first pair into her mouth. The 
legs of the second pair were tied behind her head, above her braided hair. 
Not wanting the gag to slip, he took the feet of the pantyhose that dangled 
at the back of her head and knotted them again, under the braid. 

When she had first bent over the back of the chair, Cheryl had thought she 
would be relatively comfortable, but her muscles were beginning to tire of 
the position. The muscular strain showed obviously in her face. 

Henry picked the clamp back up. Making sure Cheryl got a good look at it, he 
stooped down and began fastening it to the nipple of her right breast. 

Cheryl moaned in apprehension. 

At first, Henry only tightened the clamp enough to make sure it would not 
fall off the brownish-pink nipple. Then, watching Cheryl's face, he gave the 
screw another half turn. 

The clamp was gripping only the very tip of her nipple, The half-turn sent a 
thrillingly delightful pain through her body. 

Picking up the other clamp, he attached it similarly to the nipple of her 
left breast. 

The soft sound of buzzing, coming from between Cheryl's legs, was the only 
sound in the room, as Henry reached over and tightened the first clamp 
another half-turn. 

Behind the pantyhose gag, Cheryl's painful moan was not louder than the 
buzzing between her legs, but it soon would be. 

Henry waited for her to become accustomed to the pain in her right nipple, 
then he increased the pressure of the clamp on her left tit. 

If Cheryl's head had not been held all the way back by her braided hair, she 
would have thrown it back. She was just able to shake her head slightly as 
the pain in her left nipple matched the pain in the right one. 

Henry flicked the clamps a couple of times, watching them swing painfully 
below his bound sufferer. 

Cheryl moaned again at the enhancement of her already irritating 
stimulation. Tears could be seen at the corners of her green-blue eyes. 

"I found this in your kitchen," said Henry, as he walked over to the bed 
behind Cheryl. "It should make an interesting pattern, don't you think?" he 
asked, as he walked around in front of her, holding a large pancake turner. 

Cheryl's eyes followed his movements when he came back in sight, and opened 
a bit wider when she saw the pancake turner. It was extra large, and the 
flat, plastic rectangle at the business end had long, narrow grooves. 

"Don't forget to put it back before your maid comes in tomorrow, or she 
might get suspicious." 

Once more, Henry walked behind Cheryl. Carefully, so as not to de-activate 
the vibrator still buzzing inside his delectable prisoner, he again pulled 
down her panties. This time he left them covering her snatch, and thus still 
holding in the vibrator. 

The vibrator had almost made her forget the pain in her nipples, when Henry 
slapped her defenseless ass with the pancake turner. Never having used one 
for this purpose before, he was not sure how much force to put into the 
stroke. So, he watched her reactions carefully, increasing the force of his 
strokes when she did not squirm enough. 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" came the sound from the bound girl at the sudden discomfort on her 
rear. 

"Just this once I'll keep the count for you," Henry said, smiling at his 
little joke. 

"One," he said, in a very serious tone, as he watched the pink marks appear 
on Cheryl's naked, white cheek. 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" at last the sound from her mouth was louder than the noise coming 
from between her legs. 

"Two." 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" 

"Three." 

Henry paused to watch the pink lines grow on the left cheek of Cheryl's 
white butt. "SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" 

"Four." 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" 

"Five." 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" 

"Six." 

Henry paused again, to watch the pink lines develop on her right cheek. 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" Cheryl's ass weaved back and forth slightly in the confines of her 
bondage. She was desperately wishing that she had not kept those fucking 
pantyhose! 

"Seven." 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" She squirmed some more. If this was just the punishment for taking 
off work, she was in real trouble when the second punishment, for still 
having pantyhose, began. 

"Eight." 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPH!" 

"Nine," Henry intoned. 

He paused as the marks from the last three strokes began to show up. One had 
landed in the very sensitive area at the small of her back, and the other 
two high up on the insides of her thighs. 

"SMACK!" 

"MMMPPH!!" which would have been a loud, painful screech from the bound girl 
if her gag had not been so effective. 

"Ten." Henry said, calmly, pretending not to notice Cheryl's obviously 
extreme discomfort from the last swat. 

"Now I'm sure you'll be a good little girl in the future, and not take time 
off work without my permission. Right?" asked Henry. 

Cheryl tried to nod her head, but it caused some nasty tingling at the roots 
of her bound hair. 

"That'll be what?" Henry said, thoughtfully closing his eyes. "Ah, yes, rule 
number fifteen." 

He bent down and grabbed the back of her hair. Putting his face close to 
hers, he looked into her eyes and said sternly, "And don't forget it." 

Henry tossed the pancake turner onto Cheryl's dresser. Picking up his pants, 
he slid the belt out of the belt loops. 

Still squirming in pain from the last swat of the pancake turner, Cheryl's 
eyes widened in fearful apprehension, and she moaned as she saw Henry 
undoing his belt. 

Henry went back in front of Cheryl and reaching down to her beautiful 
breasts, playfully flipped the clamps, causing them to swing back and forth. 

Cheryl groaned. 

Henry twisted the screw on the left clamp another quarter turn. 

Cheryl shrieked! But the gag turned it into a quiet mumble. Her nipple felt 
like it was being cut off! 

Casually, Henry reached for the other clamp and turned its screw in a 
quarter turn. 

Cheryl's reaction was poetry in immobility. If the chair to which she was 
bound had not been so sturdy it would have come apart. 

Henry went behind her and pulling down her panties, began working the 
buzzing vibrator in her hot, wet hole. Pulling it out, he rubbed it 
mercilessly against her sensitive clit. 

Soon the pain in her tits was forgotten. The delightful buzzing between her 
legs captured her full attention. Gradually she felt that wonderful wave of 
orgasm approaching. Unconsciously, she wiggled her ass in that certain way, 
which Henry knew meant she was on the verge of her climax. 

Instantly he stopped rubbing the machine against her clit and shoved it 
back, deep inside her cunt. He pulled up her panties again, then walked 
around in front of her. 

Cheryl was not sure which bothered her the most, the pain in her nipples, or 
the frustration of not being able to complete her orgasm. Yes she did. It 
was the missed orgasm. The pain would only have intensified her pleasure, if 
she had been allowed to have any. 

Gripping the clamp on her right breast, Henry slowly turned it another 
quarter turn. 

Cheryl suddenly changed her mind. The pain in her nipple was horrendous! She 
jerked and bucked against her restraints like a wild horse! 

Calmly, Henry reached for the other clamp and slowly turned it a quarter 
turn as well. 

The pain was excruciating! Cheryl could not understand why she did not pass 
out. She was squirming and wriggling uncontrollably. Her head shook. Her ass 
wagged back and forth. But what made matters worse was that her tits jiggled 
in the process, further intensifying her already seemingly unendurable 
agony. It was several minutes before her body became accustomed to the 
torment in her nipples. It seemed like hours. Meanwhile, Henry just stood 
and watched his tormented victim's extravagant thrashings. 

Once again he went behind her, and took down her panties. 

Her painful squirming had not stopped completely. 

Once again he slid the vibrating dildo out of her hot, wet hole. 

Her struggles quieted a little. 

Once again he rubbed the tip of the vibrating machine against her sensitive 
clit. 

Her pain subsided. 

Once again he made her forget the pain in her tits altogether, as he brought 
her to the edge of rapture. 

Then she squirmed in frustration at the knowledge that he was going to do it 
to her again! Once again he stopped, just before she came! 

Turning off the buzzing machine, he went around in front of her and untied 
her gag. Holding the pussy-juice-covered dildo to her mouth, he made her 
lick it clean. When she was finished cleaning it, he stuck it in her mouth 
and warned her not to drop it. 

Going behind her again, he said, "I'm gonna fuck you now. I hope you know 
better than to cum without my permission." 

Gently he tickled her already extremely stimulated clit. Seeing that she was 
thoroughly wet, he plunged his hard, male meat into her warm hole. Grabbing 
her hips, he pounded his cock furiously into her cunt for several seconds. 
Then he slowed the rhythm. He did not want to cum too quickly. Bending 
forward, he reached beneath her and grabbed her tits. Holding her left tit 
in one hand, he let his other hand slip down her wonderfully smooth flesh 
until he had the clamp that was attached to her right nipple. 

When she felt his hand move to the clamp, she cringed in fear, thinking that 
he was about to tighten it some more. 

That was not his intention. 

Slowly he pushed down on the clamp. 

"MMMPHH!" was Cheryl's horrified cry as she realized what he was doing. 
Then, as he pulled the clamp harder, she shrieked in agony as it slid 
painfully off her nipple! 

Then, to Cheryl's horror, his left hand began to slide down her naked left 
breast toward its tip. Finally his hand got to the clamp there, and slowly 
and painfully he pulled it off as he had the other! 

Cheryl bucked and squirmed in exquisite agony! 

Henry came inside her hot, gyrating pussy. His cum shot into her hot twat in 
spurt after spurt of rapturous pleasure. 

'Finally,' Cheryl thought, 'its over.' 

After a few moments, Henry rose up off Cheryl and pulled his cock out of her 
gaping slot. Going around in front of her, he took the dildo out of her 
mouth, and forced her to clean of his cock with her tongue. When his cock 
and balls were clean he released her from the chair. 

When Cheryl stood up, her panties fell down around he ankles. Henry told her 
to take them off and her shoes and stockings as well. 

Henry moved the chair back into the corner. Picking up his belt, he told 
Cheryl to stand in the middle of the room. 

Cheryl had forgotten all about the belt. She did as he told her. 

"Spread your legs," he said. 

When she had followed his instructions he told her to put her hands behind 
her neck and lace her fingers together. "Put your elbows as far back as you 
can," he ordered. 

She complied. 

In this position Henry gave her ten painful cuts with his belt. 

One stroke across her ass. 

She remembered to count the strokes. 

One stroke across the lower part of her back. 

She remembered to close her eyes. 

One stroke across her upper back. 

She remembered not to move. 

One stroke across the backs of her thighs. 

She promised herself never to even think about pantyhose again. 

One stroke across the fronts of her thighs. 

One stroke across her smooth, soft stomach. 

One stroke across the tops of her perfect, firm breasts. 

One stroke across the bottoms of her breasts. 

One stroke up between her legs, the tip of the belt slapping painfully 
against her clit! 

The last one right across her still painfully throbbing nipples, as she 
shrieked in anguish! 

"Rule number sixteen," Henry said. "Always show appreciation for correction. 

"You remember the first time you met Debbie? Remember how she thanked me for 
punishing her just before she left? That's how you will act from now on. 
Whenever anyone punishes you, you will thank him, or her, cordially, and 
you'd better make it sound as if you mean it." 

Cheryl was still standing with her hands behind her neck. Henry told her to 
go get in the shower. A few moments later he joined her. He brought the 
vibrator with him and after they were finished washing, they played in the 
sprinkling water for quite a while. He stuffed the vibrator up her cunt, and 
when she was again hot and ready, he sat down and licked her clit until she 
had had several wonderful orgasms. From the shower they went straight to 
bed, where they fucked until nearly midnight. 

The next morning, Cheryl woke up and found herself alone in bed. She did not 
remember Henry leaving, but she found a note from him on her dresser. She 
did not remember how bad the pain had been the day before either, somehow it 
had dulled in her memory during the night. 

 FIVE 

The day after his visit to Cheryl's house, Henry bought an inexpensive 
velvet painting. He hung it in his playroom. 

The painting is of an alluring, nude woman. It's a three-quarter front view, 
showing her figure from just below the navel (above the pubic hair) up. Her 
navel forms a fine vertical slit amidst the other shapely contours of her 
slender waist. Above her slim waist, are two voluptuous, firm breasts. Her 
nipples are perfect, and erect. Her face, partially hidden by her left arm, 
is elegantly beautiful. She is standing with her hands behind her neck, and 
her elbows thrust upward. Her long, lovely hair hides her hands and part of 
her forearms. In her slightly stretched pose, her ribs can be counted. 

* * * * * 

Friday afternoon, Henry took a length of rope and laid it next to the 
eyebolt under Cheryl's pillow in the living room. Then, taking two of his 
video cameras, he went outside. Placing one on a small pivoting stand in a 
tree on the west side of the house, he aimed it back up the path toward the 
front door. He mounted the other camera on a similar stand at the northeast 
corner of the house, and faced it west, down the path. 

A few minutes later, when Cheryl arrived, Henry took her in his arms and 
kissed her lightly on the lips. Her eyes closed as he kissed her firmly on 
the mouth, then parted her lips with his tongue. Holding her more tightly, 
he bent his head and kissed the side of her neck, ending the kiss with a 
tiny nip, which left a small red mark. The mark disappeared in a few 
seconds. 

He took her to the playroom, and asked her how she liked his new painting. 
Her initial reaction was surprise that it portrayed no bondage. 

Giving her that special smile, he patiently "explained" her error. By that 
time in their relation ship, that smile alone started her juices flowing. 

Telling her to take off her clothes, Henry went to the dark-brown cabinet. 
While she undressed, he took several objects from the cabinet and laid them 
on the bed. Among the items were two black, leather straps, a length of soft 
white rope and the small, chrome-plated, telescoping, automobile antenna 
that she had been introduced to a few weeks before. When he had the items 
laid out on the bed, he turned to watch her undress. 

Cheryl had only a general idea of what was about to happen, but she was 
already very excited, though she was not sure if she should be, when she saw 
the antenna. Since his call, she had been anticipating a stimulating 
evening. He had called her at work, early in the afternoon, and told her to 
come straight over as soon as she left the office. This was only the second 
time that she had been to his house on a week night, but since it was 
Friday, she did not have to worry about going to work in the morning. Also, 
since it was Friday, it meant that as long as she was good, she would get to 
spend two nights in his bed, instead of only one. 

During the remainder of the afternoon, after his call, she had felt her 
pussy getting wetter and warmer by the hour. She had been tempted to use her 
private washroom, to relieve her nervous, sexual tension, but she knew 
better than to masturbate without his express permission. She could get away 
with it during the week, but he would certainly be able to tell if she did 
it right before seeing him. 

She was wearing a pant-suit and heels, which she removed piece by piece in 
exactly the manner Henry had taught her. First she took off her highheeled 
shoes and put them inside the closet, on the floor to the far left. Next, 
she removed her jacket and hung it neatly in the closet on one of the empty 
hangers. Then her pants followed and were hung next to the jacket. As she 
pulled her pants down, carefully, so that her panties remained in place, the 
tops of her black nylons were revealed, making a lovely dark contrast with 
her creamy white thighs. The stockings were held up with two attractive, 
black and red, elastic garters. 

After hanging her pants in the closet, she removed her pink blouse, and hung 
it next to the pants and jacket. Under her blouse, she wore a very elegant, 
but minimal, shear, black bra. The straps looked just strong enough to 
sustain the load of her two, large, firm, perfectly shaped breasts. The cups 
of the bra were almost transparent and edged in lace. 

As she removed the bra, her breasts did not sag. She wore the bra because 
Henry did not want them to sag. Before she met Henry, she had rarely worn a 
bra. She had loved to tease men. Her favorite pastime had been showing off 
her luscious figure to men that she would never allow to touch her. But no 
longer. 

She neatly hung her bra next to her blouse, then removed her (somewhat damp) 
sexy, black, lacy panties, and hung them on the next hangar. She removed the 
two garters and laid these in the empty space provided for them, in the top 
drawer of the dresser. Finally, she took off her nylons and hung them neatly 
in the closet next to her bra. 

She smelled like a woman, not a flower. She wore no perfume or scented 
deodorant. She new that there was no smell as delightful as that of a 
freshly cleaned female body. She knew this, because Henry had told her. For 
this reason, she had showered just before leaving the office. 

When Cheryl was completely naked, Henry looked at her nude body for a 
moment. She was half expecting to have to spend a half hour on the 
stair-climber, but this being Friday, she was not sure about that. 

"Put your shoes and stockings back on," he said. 

That settled that, she could not use the stair-climber with her high-heeled 
shoes on. 

She put her stockings on, carefully adjusting the seams to run straight up 
the middle of the backs of her legs. While undressing, she had been taking 
occasional glances at the painting. It was impossible for her to resist 
mentally comparing herself to the girl in the painting. As she adjusted her 
nylons, she said, "You know, she looks a lot like me." 

"Yes, but her hair's shorter and wavy, and the nose is different," Henry 
replied, absently. 

She drew the garters up her legs and matched the tops of the garters with 
the tops of the stockings. 

Then she made sure that the two garter tops were at the same height, so that 
they were perfectly even with each other. After she had put on her shoes, 
Henry began "explaining" to her what she had failed to notice about the 
painting. 

Taking the rope from among the articles he had put on the bed, he told her 
to place her wrists together, crossed, one over the other, palms up. When 
she did, he tied them securely with one end of the rope. Moving behind her, 
he said, "Put your hands behind your neck." 

She raised her hands up, over her head and back, then down, until her bound 
wrists were behind her head, at the back of her neck. The free end of the 
rope then dangled down her back. 

Taking a firm hold on the dangling rope, Henry used it to pull her hands 
downward. He rearranged her hair, so it came out between her forearms. Her 
long, blonde hair draped over and covered her wrists, just like the girl in 
the painting. 

In this position, Cheryl's arms were straining almost painfully. 

Placing his hand in the small of her naked back, Henry directed her over to 
the full-length mirror, which made up most of the south wall of the 
playroom. He turned her slightly to the right, until she could see herself 
in the mirror at the same "three-quarter front" angle as the girl in the 
painting. She could also see, reflected in the mirror, the painting itself, 
which hung on the wall behind her. 

Henry took the shorter of the two leather straps from the bed and secured it 
around her legs, just above her knees. The strap was about a half inch wide, 
with a buckle on one end. There was a ring attached to the middle of the 
strap. He carefully centered the ring in front of her, buckling the strap 
behind her. When it was tight around her legs, less than two inches of the 
strap overlapped the buckle. 

Taking the end of the rope that was hanging down her back, he pushed it 
between her knees, just below the leather strap. He moved in front of her, 
squatted down and pushed the rope between her legs again, above the strap. 
Reaching behind her, he pushed the rope between her knees again, just below 
the strap. 

With one hand, he pulled down on the rope that hung down her back, until her 
arms were straining. As her wrists were pulled downward, her elbows were 
forced to elevate. Simultaneously, with his other hand, he tightened the 
loop that he had formed around the strap between her legs. This further 
tightened the strap itself. He looped the end of the rope through the ring 
on the strap. With one hand he kept the slack out of the rope hanging down 
her back. He used his other hand to put a simple knot in the part of the 
rope that he had looped through the ring. Once sure that the rope and the 
strap had the proper tension, he stood up to take note of the look on her 
face. 

Cheryl realized that she was in the same pose as the girl in the painting. 
Her "three-quarter front" view of herself in the mirror hid the rope that 
ran down the middle of her back, and her hair conveniently concealed the 
rope around her wrists. Looking in the mirror, first at herself, then at the 
painting, then back to herself, she could not find a single discrepancy 
between the two images. 

"You see," Henry explained, breaking in on her thoughts, "you failed to 
notice that her wrists are obviously bound and hidden by her hair, like 
yours. There has to be a rope, or strap, pulling her hands down her back, to 
get her elbows to point upward as they do. The rope running down her back 
cannot be seen because of the point of view of the painter. The leather 
strap, or possibly a rope, that binds her knees together, is out of the 
picture entirely." 

He walked around her twice, slowly, eyeing her from all directions, then 
stepped back for an overall view. Leaving her for a moment, he stepped over 
to the closet, out of her field of vision, behind the closet door. He 
removed her panties from the hangar. After folding them carefully, in a 
specific manner, he put them in his left front pocket. He moved back across 
the room to a point just behind her. 

Cheryl continued to look at herself, and the painting, in the mirror, 
comparing and admiring. Meanwhile, her position was beginning to make her 
slightly uncomfortable. Her arms were begin ning to ache mildly. She would 
have lost her balance long ago, if she had not recently had a lot of 
practice wearing the extra-high, high-heeled shoes. 

After several moments, she became anxious about the strain of her position. 

Henry reached around her with both hands and cupped her breasts. "Close your 
eyes," he said. 

Her breasts tingled with excitement, and momentarily she forgot the strain 
on her arms, as she closed her eyes, and enjoyed the rush of pleasure that 
his hands brought to her body. The front of his body, pressed warmly against 
her back, reminded her what was surely going to happen to her posterior 
during the next few hours. This further increased her excitement. 

After a few seconds, he moved his hands down over her stomach, to her 
blonde, pubic patch, then farther down to her moist slit below. Forcing his 
fingers between her tightly closed thighs, he tickled her cunt-lips. With 
two fingers of one hand, he spread what he could reach of her lips apart. He 
used the index finger of his other hand to massage her clit. 

Without changing the motion of his finger, he said, "Obviously, the painting 
was done at this point in her bondage lesson." In a low voice, which was 
almost a whisper, he continued, "I know you want to see what could have 
happened to her after the painting was done?" 

In a low, slightly husky, though almost timid voice, Cheryl breathed, "Yes." 

Henry stopped moving his finger on her clit. 

"Oooh," Cheryl moaned, in complaint. She had been excited long before she 
got to Henry's place, then, undressing for him had further stimulated her. 
The mild bondage had increased her arousal even more, and his hands had 
quickly brought her to the verge of orgasm, but she new Henry well enough by 
then, to know that he was not going to let her cum yet. 

Releasing her pussy-lips, he pulled the folded panties from his pocket and 
stuffed them high up between her thighs, allowing them to soak up much of 
the moisture from her sopping cunt. Replacing them in his pocket, he went 
around in front of her, and bending down, untied the simple knot he had made 
through the ring of the strap. He unlooped the rope from around the strap 
and pulled it from between her legs slowly. Finally it was hanging down her 
back again, completely free. As the tension on the rope was removed, 
Cheryl's arms relaxed slightly, and her elbows lowered somewhat from their 
vertical position. 

Moving behind her, Henry once more pushed the end of the rope between her 
legs, this time above the tops of her stockings. He moved to stand in front 
of her again, watching her facial expressions, as he pulled the rope between 
her legs, taking up all the slack. As he pulled, the rope slid slowly upward 
between her legs, until it touched her pussy lips. Then, slowly but firmly, 
he continued pulling upward, until the rope forced itself up snugly between 
her wet cunt-lips. Reaching behind her with his free hand, he pulled 
downward on the rope that hung down her back. The rope slipped through the 
moistening furrow between her legs and tightened between the cheeks of her 
ass. As her wrists were pulled downward, her elbows rose, to point directly 
upward again. 

Tightly, Henry held the end of the rope in his left hand. He raised his hand 
until the rope was firmly up between her legs, digging still deeper into her 
pussy. Her clit flattened against her body under the rope. He passed the 
rope directly over her navel and up between her breasts. Her elbows elevated 
farther, and she arched her back perceptibly. As he applied more upward 
force on the rope, Cheryl's back arched. Finally her heels came up off the 
floor. 

He placed his right hand on top of her head and gently, but firmly, pressed 
downward, causing her head to bow down toward her chest. 

"Open your eyes," he said. 

Her eyes responded to his command immediately. 

When he placed the rope between her teeth, he said, in a teasing tone, "Now 
don't let go." 

Though his tone was teasing, she new there would be serious consequences if 
she failed to do as she was told. 

Cheryl found she could put her heels back on the floor, but she had to keep 
her back arched in a very strainful manner, and her elbows high, so as not 
to pull the rope from between her teeth. Impatient and uncomfortable, she 
anxiously awaited Henry's next maneuver. 

Henry took his time retrieving the other leather strap from the bed. He 
watched as she began to tremble slightly from the strain of her position. 
Moving in front of her, he watched her eyes and face, enjoying her quivering 
movements, and the other signs of her discomfort. When he knew she had just 
about reached the limit of her endurance, he walked around behind her. 

He put the strap around her waist, just above her hips, threading it through 
the rope running down her back. It overlapped the part of the rope that ran 
up from between her legs to her mouth. He tightly buckled the strap in the 
middle of her back, and moved around in front of her to watch her face for 
several more seconds. Finally, he knew she was on the verge of letting the 
rope slip from between her teeth. He took hold of the rope, where it ran 
between her breasts, and said, "Okay. You can let go now." 

As she parted her teeth and released the rope, her head bobbed up, relieved 
to be freed of its uncomfortably bowed position. She gave him a quick look 
of angry exasperation. As she looked into his eyes, her expression changed 
from anger to pleasure. 

He kept the tension on the rope, and applied just enough additional upward 
force to cause her heels to come up off the floor again. Smiling, he looked 
into her eyes. He saw the emotions he had expected; a little fear, a little 
pain, a little anger, and a lot of excitement. 

Slowly, he released the tension on the rope. She settled back down on her 
heels again. Momentarily he thought of holding the rope up, and making her 
walk on her toes, but he decided to stick to his original plan. 

The last item on the bed was the antenna. It was about three feet long when 
fully extended. 

And it was. 

It was slightly flexible, about one quarter inch in diameter at one end, 
stepping down to less than an eighth of an inch at the other end. There was 
a knob-like piece of metal on the small end. The chrome shined, reflecting 
the light from the playroom window in the north wall. 

Dropping the end of the rope, he went to the bed, picked up the antenna, and 
slid the large end into one of his tight, back pockets. The small end 
extended up his back, well above his shoulder. Walking back to Cheryl, he 
picked up the end of the rope that hung from the strap around her waist. 
Winding it twice around his hand, he turned and led her out of the playroom. 

As she walked behind him, she had to take little, mincing steps, because of 
the strap around her legs. Her high-heels did nothing to increase her speed 
or improve her sense of balance. As she followed along behind Henry, she 
could not quite keep up with his pace. Consequently, the rope tightened 
uncomfortably between her legs and put more strain on her arms, and made a 
definite impact on her emotional state, as it snuggled up between her 
cuntlips. Every few steps, he turned to look at her, and slowed down just 
enough to let her catch up. Then he resumed his normal pace, causing the 
rope to tighten between her legs again. As they walked through the office, 
it dawned on her that he was taking her outside. 'Good thing Henry lives in 
a remote area,' she was thinking, as they went out the office door. 

As Henry led Cheryl outside, he took her down the garden path, which runs 
along the north side of the house, between the rose bushes, and out between 
the trees to the west gate. The shiny knob end of the antenna, sticking up 
out of his back pocket, was a real eye-catcher. She was almost hypnotically 
drawn to it. She remembered when he had used it on her before, so she knew 
that only a light stroke brought intense pain. A feeling of trepidation was 
building up inside her, at the sight of the antenna. As they walked down the 
path, it stuck up out of his left rear pocket, bouncing gaily back and forth 
directly in front of her, like the leader's wand in some festive parade. 

As they approached the west gate, and the end of the walkway, she saw 
something hanging from a branch of one of the trees near the path, 
fluttering in the slight, late afternoon breeze. When they got closer, she 
recognized it as the scarf, which Henry had used to blindfold her when she 
was on the horse several weeks before. 

When they came abreast of the scarf, he stopped. Turning to her, he let out 
some slack in the rope, pulling a little of it through her crotch from 
behind, he let the end fall, to dangle in front of her. He plucked the scarf 
from the branch of the tree. As he placed the scarf over her eyes, she moved 
her arms obediently, to allow the scarf to go around her head easily. Then 
he tied it securely behind her head. 

While they had walked down the path, Cheryl had had to pay close attention 
to where she stepped. She did not want to get a spiked heel caught in one of 
the seams in the concrete. The seams were spaced exactly four feet apart for 
the full length of the path. There were over a dozen seams between where she 
stood and the solid concrete slab in front of the house and garage. As Henry 
finished knotting the scarf, she had a feeling it was not going to be easy 
to get back to the playroom, blindfolded, without falling. 

Henry walked around in front of her and picked up the rope. Slowly, he took 
up the slack again. Once more the rope tightened between her legs, forcing 
its way upward between her tender pussylips. Once more her elbows were 
forced up, as her wrists were tugged down. He continued to pull upward on 
the rope, until her heels were forced up off the concrete pathway. 

When he saw her heels come up, he kept tension on the rope with one hand and 
placed his other hand against her stomach, just below the strap around her 
waist. Pulling firmly on the rope, he brought it's end down. As he did, 
Cheryl's heels settled to the ground again. Holding the rope tightly with 
one hand, he removed his other hand from her stomach and looped the end of 
the rope through the ring on the strap around her legs. Then, making sure 
everything was tight, he tied the rope off at the ring. 

At last, Cheryl knew, the preparations were complete, and that the real 
"game" was about to start. The rope, which intruded well up into her wet 
groove, caused her pussy to tingle. Her clit was slightly stimulated by the 
rope, which flattened it to her body. The rope itself was so tight, she 
clearly felt it pressing against her little bottom hole. Her arms were 
starting to ache. Her back was arched as far as she could arch it, and she 
could not stop thinking about that antenna, sticking up out of Henry's 
pocket. 

Henry checked the video cameras he had set up earlier. One was in a tree at 
the west end of the walk. It's battery was fully charged. He walked over to 
it, reached up, flipped the power switch, and pressed the "On" button. The 
other was by the door of the house, plugged into the house current. He did 
not have to walk over to this one, he turned it on with the remote control, 
which he took from the breast pocket of his shirt. They would soon have 
another home movie to enjoy together on one of those nights when Cheryl had 
been particularly good and deserved a treat. 

He paused for several seconds to enjoy the sight before him. Cheryl stood on 
the tree-lined, concrete path, a picture of loveliness. Naked but for shoes, 
stocking and garters, and two black, leather straps, one around her legs, 
just below the knees, and the other around her shapely, slender waist, she 
strained against her bonds. Her wrists were securely bound behind her neck 
with one end of a long, white rope. The white rope hung down her back from 
her wrists and disappeared in the top of the crack of her ass. The cheeks of 
her ass protruded sensually in her tensed position. In front of her, the 
rope reappeared out the top of the slit of her cunt, and went up to her 
waist strap, and down to the strap below her knees. Tension on the rope 
pulled the strap above her hips down in the front, but not far, because the 
strap was very tightly cinched about her waist. The strap at her knees was 
pulled slightly upward. All three restraints, the rope and the two straps, 
had been pulled tight enough so that there would be no chance of her getting 
free on her own. Her light, pinkish-brown nipples were firm and excited. The 
black blindfold covered her lovely eyes and part of her face, further 
accentuating her luscious red lips. Her untanned body made the perfect 
background for the white and black ensemble she "wore." 

Cheryl was rapidly becoming nervous about her position. If she were to bend 
forward, the rope would tighten between her legs. Therefore, she would not 
be able to sit down to rest. In fact, she would not be able to relax at all, 
until he loosened her bonds. Her breasts were thrust out, because of her 
unnaturally arched back. They were extremely vulnerable to the antenna, 
which she knew he might put to use at any moment. Her butt was forced into 
an exceedingly exposed, abnormally projecting attitude, by the arch in her 
back. 

The antenna could not be used on her pussy, her inner thighs, the crack 
between her ass-cheeks, or the bottoms of her feet. Some consolation! It 
could still be used on her arms, most of her back, including her butt, the 
backs of her legs, the fronts of her legs, her stomach, and, worst of all, 
her tender breasts. 

She realized that her breasts, forced to jut outward by her arched position, 
made a dreadfully prominent target. Undoubtedly, to Henry, a very enticing 
target. 

Suddenly Cheryl felt Henry's hands on her body. He turned her around, slowly 
and carefully at first, so that she would not fall, then faster, as she got 
used to the movement. She nearly lost her balance, but his hands tightened 
their hold, to stabilize her. After he had turned her completely around 
several times, she began to get dizzy. She had no idea which direction she 
was facing at any given moment. With each revolution, he moved part way 
around with her, further befuddling her sense of direction. Finally, after 
about ten full turns, he stopped. 

 SIX 

"Now," he said, "all you have to do is walk to the house." 

He stepped back and took the antenna out of his pocket. "Of course, I 
wouldn't want you to fall," he continued, in the most sickly-sweet tone he 
could effect, "so I'll take the time and trouble, just for you, to guide you 
back." 

"When you start out, if you go in the wrong direction, I'll 'touch' your 
thighs," he said, in a pleasant voice, lightly caressing the backs of her 
thighs with the antenna. 

The cold metal against the backs of her soft, warm thighs, sent a sudden 
chill throughout her body. 

"If you start to walk off the sidewalk, I'll 'touch' your backside," he 
said, brushing the antenna lightly across her naked ass. 

"If you start to step on a seam in the sidewalk, I'll let you know by 
'touching' your front-side." As he said this, he lightly touched her right 
breast with the antenna, just below the nipple. 

"Now aren't I thoughtful?" he asked, almost lightheartedly. 

Without conviction, and in a slightly questioning voice, she replied, "I 
think so." 

"Oh, you're not sure if I'm thoughtful, eh?" he said, suddenly pretending to 
sound angry. "Well, when we get back inside, we'll make sure that you're 
sure." 

"I'm-sure-I'm-sure," she said hurriedly. 
"You're-thoughtful-You're-very-thoughtful," but she knew she had spoken too 
late. 

"Now, you may start walking," Henry said, ignoring her reply, and swishing 
the antenna through the air a couple of times as he waited for her to begin. 

Cheryl was thinking as fast as she could. Since they were sheltered from the 
setting sun by the trees, she was not able to tell which direction to go, by 
feeling the sun on her body. Part of the time that she was turning he had 
moved with her, so she no longer had any idea what relation there was 
between his voice, or the swish of that nasty little rod he was holding, and 
the house. 

She tried to figure out logically which direction he would have left her 
facing. Not directly away from the house, that was too obvious. Not toward 
the house, that was an old trick. She must be either facing left, or right 
of the direction she needed to go. While he could have stopped her at a 
right angle to the path, he could just as easily have stopped her at any 
angle. Her best bet, she decided, was to hope he had left her at right 
angles to the path. 

'Oh well,' she thought, 'the sooner I get started ... ' 

She turned about ninety degrees to her left and started to take a step. 

Henry, who was standing to her right, moved around with her as she turned. 
The antenna was in his left hand. He smiled as he watched her turning in the 
wrong direction. When she stopped, he was already holding the antenna a few 
inches from her thighs. When she stuck her foot out to take a step, all he 
did was flick his wrist. That brought the antenna sharply against her flesh, 
just below her butt. 

"Swish!", Cheryl heard the sound of the antenna moving through the air just 
an instant before there was a light slapping sound, as it hit the backs of 
her thighs. "Slap." It hit about three inches below her deliciously 
protruding bottom. Involuntarily, she inhaled sharply. The rope was already 
forcing her to arch her back, but the sudden pain caused her to arch even 
more, as her flesh instinctively flinched from the blow. She had the sudden 
urge to rub the backs of her thighs, but the ropes around her wrists 
prevented any possibility of that! 

She quickly pulled her foot back. She did not have to see the red line, 
which was forming where the antenna had met her skin, to know it was there. 
As quickly as she could, hindered as she was by the strap around her legs, 
she turned to her left 180 degrees. 

Henry moved with her as she turned. He kept himself positioned close to her 
right side. When she stopped turning and began to stick out her right 
foot.... 

"Swish-slap," the antenna caressed her thighs again, a little lower this 
time, and a little harder. 

Cheryl sucked in her breath and held it for a moment. She did not want to 
cry out if she didn't have to. The pain was only minor, but this stroke had 
felt harder than the first one. She turned ninety degrees to the right and 
put out a foot. 

"Swish-slap," the little chrome-plated antenna caught her again, harder, 
another inch lower. 

She new she was in trouble. Unless he had set her in the right direction in 
the first place, she was going to have to endure the pain of several more 
swats, just to get oriented in the right direction. 

Carefully she turned around a hundred and eighty degrees and put out one 
foot. 

"Swish-slap," the antenna did it's duty. 

This time, her intake of breath had become just barely audible. Each stroke 
was a little lower and a little harder. By the time he got down to the backs 
of her knees, she knew she was not going to be able to keep from vocalizing 
her pain. In the meantime, there was nothing else for it, she would have to 
turn a few degrees at time and "test" for the correct direction. 

She turned about ten degrees to her right, and began putting out one foot, 
"Swish-slap."The nasty little thing hit her again. 

The pain was getting to her. She wanted to get this over with as soon as 
possible. She pulled her foot back, turned a little more to her right and 
put a foot out again. 

"Swish-slap," the antenna struck her thighs. 

This time, when she sucked in her breath, she could not stifle a little, 
hurt moan. Regardless, she did not hesitate, three more times she turned and 
put a foot out, and three more times the antenna spoke it's quiet, little 
double word. 

"Swish-slap. Swish-slap. Swish-slap." 

With each stroke her grunts of pain got louder. After the third impact she 
yelped at the pain, "Oh!" and paused for a moment to recover. The last 
stroke had been below her garters. 

After each stroke, Henry watched Cheryl closely. 

He wanted to enjoy the spectacle as she struggled in her bonds, but he also 
wanted to make sure she was not losing her balance. After the fourth blow, 
his completely engorged cock was pushing tightly against the front of his 
pants. He was stimulated by her moans as well as her actions. Each time the 
antenna kissed her thighs, her body twitched one way or another, and her 
protruding tits jiggled in the most delightful manner. He could hardly wait 
to see her reactions when the chrome caressed one of those luscious mounds 
of flesh. 

Two more attempts to find the proper direction brought two more exclamations 
of pain from the naked, helplessly bound girl. 

"Swish-slap." 

"Oh!" 

"Swish-slap." 

"Ou!" 

On her next try, Henry, seeing this would be his last chance, struck hard 
with the antenna. 

"Swish-SLAP!!!" 

"Ouchh!!!" That stroke landed right on the tender spot behind her knees! It 
had been a lot harder that the previous stroke. She wanted to jump up and 
down, it stung so bad! She was dying to rub it, to lean against something, 
to have anything touch the spot where the antenna had just smote her tender 
flesh! 

She turned a little more to her right. Timidly, she moved one foot forward. 
Moments ago she had been startled, as well as pained, by the first stroke of 
the antenna. This time, she was even more startled, when the antenna failed 
to make its expected journey to the backs her legs. 

Slowly she began walking, hampered by the mincing steps she was forced to 
take because of the strap around her legs. Her thighs ached with the pain of 
the blows from the little rod, especially where that last stroke had been 
delivered. She wished there were some way she could get the sting out of the 
backs of her knees. 

Henry walked beside her. He moved the antenna to his right hand and 
positioned it horizontally in front of her breasts. The end of the metal 
hovered just between the two protruding mounds. Careful not to allow the 
metal rod to touch her tits, he watched her approach the seam in the 
sidewalk. 

As she put out her right foot to take her fourth step he immediately flicked 
his wrist. 

"Swish-slap" came the sound of the antenna. 

The pain came simultaneously. Immediately a red line appeared just below the 
nipple of her right breast. He had not hit her breast as hard as he had hit 
her legs, but the tender flesh stung regardless. She almost jumped at the 
sharpness of the pain. Her breasts danced and jiggled while the pain 
gradually subsided into a tingling ache. 

With the front part of one shoe she felt the path in front of her until she 
found the seam that Henry had been so "thoughtful" to warn her about. The 
seam was only about three-quarters of an inch across at its broadest point, 
but the heels of her shoes were less than half an inch wide. They could 
easily catch no in it, causing her to fall. When she found the seam, she 
inched carefully forward, with her heels off the ground, until she was sure 
she had gotten beyond it. Then she continued up the path, counting her 
steps. 

Silently, Henry moved to her left side, and positioned the rod in front of 
her left breast. Once again the little rod changed hands. On the sixth step, 
"Swish-slap," the antenna stung her left breast, just below the nipple. 

He had not hit any harder on the left side than he had on the right, but her 
upper body did a fine, jiggling dance until the pain lessened. Each full 
breast sported a thin red line, a couple of inches below the nipple. 

Once again she carefully felt forward with one shoe, until she found the 
seam in the walkway. Then she stepped carefully over it. Slowly she counted 
five steps, then carefully searched for the seam. She found it and moved 
carefully past it. Finally, she was satisfied that she knew the distance 
between the seams; five steps. This was going to be easy. 

With a smile, Henry watched as she moved on down the path. The path curved 
at that point, and she was heading toward the edge. He moved back to her 
side, and positioned the antenna just behind her beautiful ass. Two more 
steps and she would be at the edge. There was no reason to allow her get any 
closer. 

The stinging in her thighs had reduced to a pleasant, painful warmth, and 
her pussy was getting wetter. She new that the distances between the seams 
were all the same, and she was as good as home free. She was just mentally 
congratulating herself on her intelligence at having thought to count the 
steps between seams, and beginning to denigrate Henry's intelligence, when, 
on her third step, "Swish-slap!" she yelped at the sudden, sharp pain on her 
backside. 

The strength of the stroke on her butt was the same as it had been on the 
backs of her knees. Her bottom was not as sensitive as her breasts, so he 
had no reason to reduce the force of his strokes on her backside. Her rump 
stung intensely from the stroke of the rod, as a red line appeared low 
across both cheeks. 

The pain slowly subsided. 

She remembered that a swat on her butt was to warn her that she was about to 
walk off the path. That's what she'd forgotten. This path 'wound' through 
the garden, it wasn't straight! Even though she had just walked down it, she 
could not remember it's shape well enough to get back to the house without 
several more strokes on her be-hind. She tried to decide which way she 
should turn. The path either curved off to her left or to her right. There 
was nothing she could do but try one direction or the other. She turned 
slightly to her left and, "Swish-slap!" 

That stroke was even harder than the previous one. She felt tears in her 
eyes at the pain, but she made no sound. 

Shortly, the single red mark across her ass was joined by a second one just 
above it. Henry was getting more stimulated with every stroke he delivered. 
To keep from ravishing her right there in the garden, he had to use a bit of 
self control. What he had planned for her, once they got back inside the 
house, was well worth waiting for. 

Forcing himself to proceed as planned, he continued to watch Cheryl for any 
sign that she might be losing her balance, and to enjoy her obvious 
discomfort. The backs of her legs were covered with bright red stripes, and 
the two red lines across her butt were deepening in color. 

Suddenly, he had a thought he could not pass up. "Stop for a moment," he 
said, as he pulled a small twig from a nearby evergreen tree. 

Motionless, Cheryl waited as instructed. Shortly, she began to feel 
something touching her right arm. It moved down to her underarm. Then the 
tickling commenced. It was terrible! Knowing that she was not allowed to 
move, and with her hands securely tied, there was nothing she could do to 
protect her ticklish underarms. She laughed hysterically while she pleaded 
for him to quit tickling her. She squirmed her upper body, to try to avoid 
the tickling object. 

Henry watched with delight, as her breasts tumbled and danced, and her torso 
twisted. She was undulating uncontrollably, writhing beautifully. She was in 
intense tickle agony, long before he finally stopped. 

"Okay, let's go," he said, with a smile, as he tossed the twig under the 
tree he had recently torn it from. 

Cheryl turned to her right, far enough to compensate for her previous wrong 
left turn. When nothing happened, she took a step forward. 'Now how far to 
the next seam?' she wondered. 'Let's see,' she reasoned, 'I took two steps 
since the last seam, then got "bit" on the third step, which I didn't 
complete. So I have three more steps to go, before I should start looking 
for the next seam. That was one, this is two,' she thought as she took 
another step. 

One more step and she paused to use the toe of her right foot to search for 
the seam. It was not there. She took another step and searched again. 'Still 
not there,' she thought, i must have passed over it already.' 

Holding the metal rod in his right hand, Henry positioned it in front of her 
right breast. He waited, hoping she would make a mistake. She started to 
take another step and, "Swish-slap!" 

The right breast again, and this time harder! Another red line appeared an 
inch above the first one, still just barely below her nipple. Her breasts 
jiggled enticingly, and she twisted uncomfortably as the stinging slowly 
subsided. Still she refused to utter a sound, unless the pain caused her to 
lose control. 

Carefully she searched for, found, and stepped over, the next seam. Five 
more steps, search for the seam, step over. Five more steps, search for the 
seam, step over. Five more steps, "Swish-slap!!" 

"AH!" she yelped so loud it was almost a scream! The pain in her bottom was 
intense! Another red line joined the other two on her tail end, this one a 
litter higher. 

She turned to the right. "Swish-slap!!" 

"AH!" she yelped again, and panted several times, to keep from screaming. 

Henry hastily tucked the antenna in a back pocket, and took Cheryl's panties 
out of his front pocket. Carefully checking the fold he had previously made 
in the panties, he made sure that the inside of the moist crotch was 
outward. 

Cheryl felt something touching her face. It was Henry's hand. He took a firm 
hold on her chin, then pulled down. She knew what he wanted, and complied by 
opening her mouth. She was not sure why he wanted her mouth open, but she 
had an idea. 

In a mock-compassionate tone, he said, "This should help you be a little 
more quiet, Sweetheart." 

As he stuffed the panties in her mouth, he made sure that the crotch pressed 
directly against her tongue. 

To Cheryl, it was just something that felt like cloth, a little damp, with a 
somewhat familiar smell. 

When the panties were completely in her mouth, he produced a roll of wide 
tape from a front pocket. He tore off a piece. Gently closing her mouth, he 
positioned the tape neatly over her lips and face. 

The strip of tape was several inches long, and reached around her face 
nearly from ear to ear. It was not going to come off by accident. Cheryl 
might be able to work her tongue through the material to get at the tape and 
she might get the tape off, but somehow she knew that that would not be a 
good idea. 

Henry moved to her left side again, and positioned the antenna in front of 
her left breast. 

Her butt felt like it was burning, as she turned back to the left, and 
carefully continued up the path toward the house. She made it past the next 
four seams before missing one, then.... 

"Swish-slap!" 

Suddenly, her left breast matched her right, with two red horizontal lines, 
just below the nipple. The pain of this stroke was nothing like the last one 
she had got on her be-hind. In fact, it was so mild in comparison, that she 
wondered why he even bothered. 

She knew she must be getting close to the house. If she was careful, she 
might make it without further need for correction. She took two more steps, 
and.... 

"Swish-slap!!!" 

If it had not been for the panty gag, she would have screamed at the intense 
pain in her butt. She shook in agony. She wanted desperately to rub her 
backside, but her hands were securely tied behind her neck. Oh, if only he 
would rub her fanny for her! She was seriously considering trying to back up 
against him, but she knew what would happen if she did. After several 
seconds, the pain mellowed a bit, while a fifth red line formed, this one at 
the very top of her bottom cheeks. It took her several more seconds to stop 
shaking. 

Henry surveyed his handiwork. Her ass had a beautiful, horizontal, red 
stripe every inch-and-a-half from the bottom of her cheeks to the top. 

"This is the last curve in the path," Henry said. "If you turn in the right 
direction, your back is home free. But, if you choose wrong, there's no 
place left, on your cute little butt, to put another stripe, so I'll have to 
go a little higher." 

She thought about that for a moment. Would the pain be worse than on the 
legs? She tried to imagine what it might feel like for that nasty antenna to 
hit her back with any force. She hoped it would not hurt worse than the 
backs of her legs. She turned to her right. 

"Swish-SLAP!!!!" 

"MMMMMMMPH!" She would have yelled at the top of her lungs, if it had not 
been for the gag. The antenna had hit her on the back, just below her 
fingertips. The pain was excruciating! Almost unendurable! She felt as if 
she was about to faint. 

As she started to bend at the knees, the rope at her crotch tightened, which 
helped to keep her conscious. As she straightened up, she felt Henry's hands 
on her sides, just below her arms, holding her up. She stretched her fingers 
toward the line of pain on her back, but she could not quite reach it. She 
knew there was a bright, red line forming across her back. She was thinking, 
'That darn little stick has more ability to give pain than I ever dreamed!' 
Of course, the fact that the strength of his last stroke had been at least 
double the strength of the previous one, had a lot to do with it. 

She turned again, this time in the right direction, and carefully took a 
step. One more and she should look for another seam in the concrete. It was 
not there. Not taking any chances, she carefully searched for the seam 
before each of the next three steps. Thinking she surely must have passed it 
by then, she took the next step without checking. 

"Swish-slap!" 

Suddenly her nipples were on fire! The antenna had landed with full force 
right across the centers of both nipples! She staggered and started to fall, 
but Henry was right there to catch her. He held her up until she had 
recovered enough from the shock to be able to support herself. She was still 
leaning against him, when she felt one of his hands massaging her stinging 
bottom. She realized that her back was also being soothed by contact with 
his shirt. 

He put a hand between her legs, and felt heat and moisture. As painful as 
this was, she was really getting hot. Slowly and carefully she moved on 
toward the house. Finally, he stopped her, and opening the front door, led 
her inside. As she began to recover from the shock and pain, she started to 
notice the wetness between her legs again. 

Henry removed the tape from over the gag, then he untied the blindfold. As 
he removed the scarf, he saw that her eyes were full of tears, but also love 
and adoration for him. He knew how excited she was, and he was going to have 
a wonderful time teasing her before he allowed her to cum. 

Standing directly in front of her, he slowly removed the material that 
formed the gag in her mouth. To her surprise, and embarrassment, she 
discovered it was her own panties. The very same panties that she had 
removed not long ago! She remembered that he had gone to the closet for 
something, while she had been studying herself in his playroom mirror. 
Finally, she knew what he had been after. 

Cheryl blushed as he carefully unfolded her panties, just inches in front of 
her face. The blush deepened as she realized that the inside crotch had been 
pressed firmly against her tongue for the past few minutes. 

As Henry laid the panties on the arm of his favorite chair, she noticed that 
she was standing in front of the large, almost full-length mirror, in the 
living room. When she looked in the mirror, she saw the stripes on her 
breasts. Two horizontal red lines on each breast, just under the nipples. 
Looking closer, she saw that red lines protruded from both sides of each 
nipple, reminding her of the intense pain she had felt at the time of their 
origin. The nipples themselves still stung intensely. Slightly discolored, 
they had an angry red complexion she had not seen in them before. She 
wondered if they would bruise, but she doubted it. Henry was always careful 
not to cause a bruise, but he sure knew how to inflict pain without them. 
She could hardly wait to rub her nipples, or for him to rub them. 

Henry untied and loosened the end of the rope that was knotted to the ring 
of the strap below her knees. Bringing her hands down in front of her, he 
untied them. He turned her around so her back was toward the mirror, "Look 
at that gorgeous backside of yours," he said, nodding toward the mirror. 

As she brought her hands down, relaxing the tired muscles of her arms, she 
looked over her shoulder at her back in the mirror. Just at her shoulder 
blades was a single, horizontal, angry, red line. She knew it would be 
visible for several hours. Lower down, across the cheeks of her ass, were 
five horizontal red lines. Experience told her that these lines would not 
last more than a few dozen minutes. The red lines, which covered the tops of 
her thighs, were just beginning to fade. Through her sheer stockings, she 
could just barely see the lines below her garters. The one across the backs 
of her knees was the most visible, and still smarted quite a bit. 

Her butt burned! Her back stung! The backs of her knees twitched with pain! 
Most of all, her nipples were still aching! As she reached back with one 
hand to rub her back, and up to her breasts with the other to rub her 
nipples, Henry grabbed her hands. 

"Not yet," he said, as he led her over to the couch. Reluctantly, she 
dropped her hands to her sides. 

 SEVEN 

Going outside, Henry retrieved the two cameras from beside the path. Back in 
the house, he attached one to a stand in a corner of the living room and 
aimed it at the couch. Then he put in a fresh tape and started it running. 
Taking the other camera into the den, he attached it to a similar stand, and 
pointed it at the massage table. 

"Now," he asked, as he walked her across the room and positioned her behind 
the couch, "what's this about me not being 'thoughtful'?" 

As she walked she had to take little mincing steps. The strap still securely 
bound her knees together. She had to think for a moment before she 
remembered the incident outside. Soon she remembered that he had asked her 
if she had not thought he was 'thoughtful' for taking the time and trouble 
to "guide" her back into the house. She had answered without any conviction, 
and in a doubting manner. 

"Oh, Henry, you are VERY thoughtful! You know you are!" she said, hoping to 
make a favorable impression, and get out of the punishment she knew she was 
about to receive. 

"Next time I ask you a question like that, you'll know how to respond, won't 
you?" he asked, as he helped her to bend over the back of the couch. 

"Yes," she was quick to reply. 

Henry bent her farther over the back of the couch. "Now balance on your 
stomach, keep your toes on the floor and your hands on the seat of the 
couch," he told her. 

She pulled at the couch cushion in front of her until her bottom came up to 
the proper height. Her nose almost touched the seat of the couch. In this 
position, her bottom was the highest point on her body. 

Henry took his belt off, slowly sliding it through the belt loops so Cheryl 
could hear it plainly. "You can keep your eyes open, but you will count each 
stroke, as usual," he said. "If your knees touch the floor, or your face 
touches the seat of the couch, we'll start over." 

Henry paused for several seconds, to admire the sight of Cheryl's upturned, 
round, red-striped ass, draped over the back of the couch. He ran one palm 
over the naked cheeks. Then he stepped back. Slowly, he brought the belt 
back. Suddenly it rose up over his shoulder and down onto the already red 
and sensitive target before him. The belt made a slight wooshing sound in 
the air, then a light slapping sound, as it made contact. 

"Whoosh-slap!" 

"One," said Cheryl, without delay. She looked longingly at her sore nipples 
only a couple of inches above the seat of the couch. If she dared, she could 
lower herself a bit and rub her tingling nipples against the couch. She knew 
he would notice, and the punishment would be automatically doubled. Besides, 
that's probably what he was hoping she'd do, and she did not want to give 
him that satisfaction. 

Again the belt moved through the air, a little faster this time. It made a 
little louder "wooshing" sound, a little louder "slapping" sound, which was 
almost a smack, as it contacted her naked flesh. 

"WHOOSH-SLAP!" 

"Two," she said quickly. 

Again the belt moved through the air, as Henry's hand brought it back and 
over and down. It was a little faster this time, a little louder moving 
through the air, and it made a definite smack this time, instead of a slap, 
as it landed atop the delightful naked mounds in front of him. 

"WHOOSH-SMACK!" 

"Three!" Cheryl responded, this time with more emotion in her voice. Her 
eyes were squeezed tightly closed. Closing her eyes was the only thing she 
could think to do to ease the pain. 

"Swoosh-smack," the sound and sting of the belt interrupted her thought. 

"Four!" exclaimed Cheryl, as the pain began to grow in her backside. 

"Swoosh-smack!" 

"Five!" gasped Cheryl, wishing that was the last stroke. 

Henry paused for a moment, then just as Cheryl relaxed.... 

"Swoosh-Smack!!" The surprise of the stroke caused her to lose her balance, 
and her nose touched the seat of the couch just for an instant. That was 
enough. 

"Six!" she gasped. 

"One," said Henry. 

"One," she said, with a groan in her voice. 

"Swoosh-Smack!" at least this one was no harder than the last, she thought, 
as she cried, "Two!" 

"Swoosh-Smack!!" 

"Three!" moaned Cheryl. 

"Swoosh-Smack!!" 

"Four!" 

"Swoosh-Smack!!" 

"Five!" 

"Swoosh-Smack!!!" the belt hit harder this, as the count rose. 

"Six!" Cheryl exclaimed. 

"Swoosh-SMack!!!" the belt fell still harder. 

"Seven!" gasped Cheryl. 

"Swoosh-SMACK!!!" the belt struck harder yet. 

"Eight!" Cheryl gasped. She moaned as she struggled to keep her balance. 

"Swoosh-SMACK!!!!" Henry brought the belt down across her sensitive naked 
flesh, harder even than before. 

"Nine!" Cheryl screamed, while her bottom started to twitch smasmodially. 

"Swoosh-SMACK!!!!" the belt landed with the hardest stroke of all. 

"AHH! TEN!!" Cheryl cried, not knowing how she kept her balance at all. 

"Swoosh-" went the belt through the air. Though it did not make contact that 
time, Cheryl flinched nonetheless at the sound. Her rear-end quivered 
uncontrollably for a few seconds. Finally Henry told her that she could 
stand up. When she did, she almost fainted. 

"Thank you for punishing me," Cheryl said, with feeling, remembering rule 
number sixteen. 

"Very good," complemented Henry, surprised that she would remember the new 
rule on her first experience. 

Henry led her over to her pillow, which Cheryl noticed was sitting in front 
of his favorite chair, which had been turned to face the wall. Just before 
she got to the pillow, he stopped her and said, "Put your hands behind you." 

When she put her hands behind her, he said, "Palms out, wrists crossed." 

Cheryl obeyed and watched silently, while Henry slowly put back on his belt. 
She waited, with nervous anticipation, wondering how much more she would 
have to endure this evening, while a small part of her wished it would never 
end. , When he had untied her hands, he had laid the rope on the back of his 
chair. Once he had his belt back on, he picked up the rope, and went behind 
her. When he had tied her hands securely, he ran the rope through the strap 
that was still around her waist, then back around her wrists. He tied 
another secure knot. He went back to the video camera and turned it, so it 
was aimed at the pillow and the chair. 

Cheryl wanted to reach down to rub her bottom, but she could only just 
barely touch it with the backs of her fingertips. The strap around her waist 
held her hands firmly in the small of her back. She looked up at Henry with 
pleading eyes. 

"Not yet, Sweetheart," Henry said softly. 

"On your knees, facing the chair," he said, as he pointed to her pillow. He 
helped position her exactly where he wanted her on the pillow. 

"Now bend forward," he said. 

As she bent forward, he guided her so that her head and shoulders came to 
rest on the seat of his chair, with her face turned to her right. She could 
not help noticing her panties on the arm of the chair, only inches from her 
face, and two clothespins lying on the seat, a few inches from her head. 

She had a bad feeling about those clothespins. 

Moving behind her, he picked up a strap that was lying on the floor next to 
an eyebolt. The eyebolt was next to the wall, and usually hidden from view 
by Cheryl's pillow. The strap was just long enough to go around her ankles. 
He bound her ankles tightly together with the strap. 

Earlier this afternoon, he had left a rope lying next to the eyebolt. He 
used this to tie the strap, which he had just placed around her ankles, to 
the eyebolt. 

When he finished tying her ankles, she was kneeling on her pillow, resting 
her head and shoulders on the seat of his chair. Her smooth, smarting, red, 
round ass was nicely elevated, and her breasts hung down in front of the 
chair. The pillow had been positioned several inches from the front of the 
chair, to allow room for her breasts to hang. 

Henry picked up the panties from the arm of his chair. Neatly, he folded 
them once, then laid them down on the seat of the chair, next to her nose. 
She could clearly smell herself on them, and had trouble looking at anything 
else. He took the antenna out of his back pocket and laid it on her back, 
above her bound hands, just out of her reach. 

She groaned as she realized that he wasn't done with that darn thing yet! 

He moved to the chair and picked up the clothespins, then sat down on the 
floor next to her right side. Reaching under her hanging breasts, he gripped 
her left nipple with his thumb and index finger. 

As soon as he touched her nipple, she realized that her nipples were still 
extremely sensitive from the single stroke they had received from the 
antenna a few minutes ago. It felt nice for a moment. At first, his touch 
was gentle and caressing. She was overjoyed at the thought that his fingers 
were gently massaging out the sting in her nipple. Then he started to 
squeeze the little knob lightly, and she felt the pain increase again. As he 
squeezed, he watched her face. When he saw the pain in her face reach the 
proper level, he stopped. Moving his hand to her other nipple, he repeated 
the manipulations. 

He had been testing to see if the clothespins were strong enough. Judging 
from how hard he had squeezed, the clothespins would do nicely. He had 
tested the clothespins earlier. The amount of pressure he had used with his 
fingers was about half the pressure that the spring of one of the 
clothespins would apply. The spring of the other clothespin was twice as 
strong. Yes, they would do nicely. 

He put the palm of his left hand under her left breast, cupping it, and 
picked up the antenna with his right hand. "Now," he said softly, "I'm going 
to use this on your back, until you ask me to put a clothespin on your 
nipple. Take your time, because these clothespins squeeze a lot harder than 
my fingers just did." 

He paused for a moment. The antenna hovered in the air, just above her 
beautiful, red ass, and her left breast was held firmly in his left hand. 
After a few seconds, during which time she thought she would feel the 
antenna immediately, he said, "Are you ready?" 

She was exasperated. He was not only going to give her more pain, but she 
was going to have to ask him to do it as well. "Yes," she said, hurriedly. 
Hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. 

"Yes what?" he said 

"Yes, go ahead and whip me," she said nervously, with a touch of anger in 
her voice. 

"Don't we say please when we're asking for something?" he asked, in a 
mock-simpering voice. 

She was on the verge of lashing out with a wild retort. At the last instant 
she thought better of it, remembered her place, and said, "Please, Honey, 
whip my back." 

"That's better," Henry said, as he brought the antenna down next to the red 
line on her back. 

"Swish-slap!" 

He did not hit as hard as he had when he put the first mark there, so Cheryl 
just gave a small yelp and gritted her teeth. A second line appeared on her 
back, one inch above the first one. Waiting several seconds, he brought the 
antenna down again, this time harder. 

"Swish-slap!!" 

Another yelp from Cheryl brought another quick slash of the antenna. 

"Swish-slap!!" and another yelp. 

She was starting to wonder if the clothespins would hurt her nipples as much 
as the antenna was hurting her back, when another "Swish-slap!!" from the 
antenna brought a louder yelp from her lips. 

There were five marks on her back from the bottom of her shoulder blades to 
just below her neck. Her nipples felt awfully tender, but.... 

"Swish-slap!!" 

"Oh!" the pain in her back was getting intense too. That one was below the 
original mark and a little harder. 

"Swish-slap!!!" remarked the little rod. 

"Aah!" was Cheryl's response. 

Henry watched Cheryl's face whenever he was not actually delivering a 
stroke. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears, her mouth was wet, the 
pain-pleasure she was feeling was clearly evident. A little more pain, and 
that's all she would be able to take; before the pain overrode the pleasure. 

That last one was lower yet, and harder still. 

"Swish-slap!!! Swish-slap!!!!" 

Two more strokes in rapid succession brought a shout of pain, and pleas to 
stop. 

"Aahh! OH! No more. Use the clothespin!" shouted Cheryl. 

"Swish-slap!!!!" the antenna fell once again, harder than the first one she 
had gotten outside. 

She yelled at the top of her lungs, and started to feel faint. 

"Now is that any way to ask a favor of someone?" Henry asked. "You know you 
should say 'please,' and be more specific," he told her. 

Quickly coming to her senses, she said, "Please, Henry, would you put a 
clothespin on my nipple?" in her most pleading voice. 

Henry laid the antenna down among the fresh red lines on her back and picked 
up a clothespin. Reaching under her, he fondled her left nipple, making sure 
it was hard. It was. Opening the clothespin, he fastened it to the nipple, 
but did not release it entirely. 

Cheryl was just beginning to get a break from pain, when the clothespin 
closed on her nipple. At first it just stung intensely, but then she 
realized that he had not let it go. 

Then he released the clothespin, and pulled his hand away from her nipple. 
The full force of the spring closed the clothespin. 

Cheryl groaned deep in her throat. She sucked in her breath and tried to get 
her hands free. She started to raise up from the seat of the chair, but a 
hand on her back held her down. She tried to brush the clothespin against 
the front of the chair and knock it off her nipple, but his hands held her 
head and shoulders firmly in the seat. 

Moaning and exclaiming, "OOOHING" and "AAHHHING," in pain, for several 
seconds, she wished the pain would stop. Her nipple felt like it was being 
cut off! A minute went by, two, three, finally some of the pain subsided. 

Henry raised her up from the seat of the chair, and she thought he was going 
to take off the clothespin. But no, he just moved her panties to the spot 
her face had just been, and pushed her nose back down, right on the crotch. 
She was mortified, but the smell of her own cunt-juices on the damp panties 
excited her. Several seconds went by, then a hand turned her head to the 
right. She was lying in the same position as before, but with her cheek and 
the side of her mouth pressed firmly against the crotch of her still moist 
panties. 

After a moment, she noticed a hand on her bottom. The hand moved down 
between her cheeks, and a finger touched her back hole. The finger moved on 
until it came to her pussy-lips, and pushed in. Rubbing back and forth, the 
finger slowly took away the awareness of her pain. Deeper, the finger 
probed. She noticed that there was no longer a hand on her head or 
shoulders. A hand touched her stomach, and slid down to her neatly trimmed 
pubic hair, then on to her clit. One finger rubbed her clit, while another 
probed her vagina. In-out, in-out, in-out went the finger in her cunt. 
Around and round, around and round, moved the finger on her clit. Her 
nipples no longer hurt, her back had a nice, warm felling to it, her breasts 
began to ache with that good ache right before orgasm. A tiny bit of saliva 
dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Her breath was coming in quick 
gasps. Her orgasm was building to a wonderful crescendo. This was going to 
be the best orgasm she had ever had. And the fingers disappeared! 

"OH, please don't stop!" she begged, hurriedly. 

But Henry had another agenda. He picked the antenna up off her back with his 
left hand. He placed the palm of his right hand over her right breast, and 
took a good, firm, but not painful, grip on her tit. "Now, you be sure to 
let me know when you want the other clothespin," he said, as he brought the 
antenna down across the twin summits of her neatly positioned, sore, red ass 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Ooooooh, that's not fair," she moaned, as the rod stung her cheeks. 

The stroke had been firm,' she was thinking, 'but not nearly as painful as 
the last stroke on her back. 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Mmm," she responded. He was hitting harder. Again she tried not to make any 
noise as the strokes fell. "Swish-slap!" 

Only a soft moan escaped her lips. "Swish-slap!" 

A startled "Oh," was her response. "Swish-slap!" brought a little yelp. He 
was hitting her in only two spots, alternating each time. 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Ah!" 

One across the center of her butt. 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Oh!" 

One just below the center 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Oh!" 

Center. 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Oh!" 

His cock was throbbing with every stroke. Below. 

"Swish-slap!" 

"Oh!" 

Center, and a little harder. "Swish-slap!" 

"Ou!" 

Below, a little harder. "Swish-slap!!" 

"Ohh!" 

Center, and a little harder. "Swish-slap!!" 

"Ou-AH!" 

Below, harder still. "Swish-slap!!" 

"OHhh!" 

Center, and a little harder. "Swish-slap!!!" 

"Ah!" 

Below, harder. "Swish-slap!!" 

"Aaahh!" 

Then, without warning, another harder "Swish-slap!!" 

"Aaaaaaaaahh!" 

It landed below the base of her ass, right across the backs of the thighs. 

"Clothespin!" she screamed. "Please, Henry, 
would-you-put-a-clothespin-on-my-nipple?" she begged, as fast as she could 
speak. 

"Of course, Sweetheart," he replied, in a calm, soft voice, which belied the 
heat and hardness of the object pressing fiercely against the front of his 
pants. 

He released her breast with his right hand and stood up. Walking over to the 
fireplace, he laid the antenna on the mantel, then came back and knelt at 
her right side. Picking up the clothespin with his right hand, he gently 
massaged her right nipple with his left thumb and index finger. It was 
already hard, but he just wanted to make sure is was at the proper point of 
excitation, before he clipped on the clothespin. 

Watching her face, he slowly brought the clothespin in his right hand to her 
right nipple. He placed it on the bud at the tip. Then, slowly, he released 
the spring. As the full pressure of the clothespin exerted itself on her 
nipple, Cheryl's mouth opened in a silent scream! This clothespin had a lot 
stronger spring than the other one! She jerked around spasmodically! 

Again Henry had to hold her head and shoulders down on the seat of the 
chair, to keep her from rubbing off the clothespin. Her face pressed even 
more firmly into the crotch of her panties. 

She felt desperate. The pain was monstrous! As she jerked back and forth, 
she hoped the clothespin would fall off, but it was too secure. The pain was 
almost intolerable, and she was sure she was going to pass out. The urge to 
get that clothespin off her nipple was totally overwhelming. The pain was 
horrible! It was almost as bad as when he had used the metal clamps at her 
house. She struggled against his hands with all her strength. 

Henry watched her face as he held her in place. As she thrashed around, her 
emotions went from shock, to torment. After a few minutes, he saw acceptance 
of her fate expressed on her face. When she was calm enough to control 
herself, he let go of her head and shoulders. He brought his left hand to 
the left cheek of her butt and started spanking her, hard, but not too hard. 

The accumulation of pains in her bottom, from the whipping, then the belt, 
then the whipping again and finally the spanking, began to override the pain 
in her nipple. As her attention was partly taken away from her nipple, she 
calmed further. 

Without changing the rhythm of the spanking, he ran the middle finger of his 
right hand down the crack of her ass. His left palm continued to whack the 
same spot on her left cheek. His finger loitered for a moment at the small 
hole, pressing slightly, then went on to her pussy-lips, then into her hot, 
wet passage. 

For several minutes he continued spanking her with his left hand and 
massaging her pussy with his right, never allowing the spanking to get too 
hard, or his clit manipulations to allow her to cum. She was as wet as she 
was ever going to be. He moved his right hand under her and played with the 
clothespins hanging down from her nipples. Squeezing the right one closed a 
little harder, he heard a groan of pain, amidst the moans of pleasure that 
were coming from her mouth. Then he moved his hand away from her tits, down 
her stomach, to her clit. He started massaging her clit, and her moans of 
pleasure increased to a fever pitch. 

Simultaneously spanking and massaging, he brought her to the point of 
orgasm, and stopped again! 

"Ooooooh, Pleeeeease," she begged, "don't stop now!" 

She was on the verge of tears, when he stopped spanking her and stood up. He 
quickly got behind her, loosened the rope that bound her wrists, and the 
strap around her legs. 

He told her to spread her knees apart and use her finger on her clit. Her 
hand swooped toward her pussy, to reclaim the orgasm she was afraid she was 
about to miss. 

"Stop!" he commanded, and her hand froze in place. One finger was just 
touching her clit, but not moving the slightest bit. 

He had his pants off in a few seconds, and kneeling behind her, he put the 
tip of his strong, throbbing erection to the entrance to her love tunnel. He 
ordered her to rub her juices on his cock. Hurriedly, she complied, plunging 
three fingers into her sopping wet cunt, then grabbing his shaft, she guided 
it into her pussy. Immediately she moved her fingers back to her clit and 
quickly started rubbing. 

As he entered her, he went slowly for the first three strokes, then plunged 
to his balls. She started climaxing almost immediately after that, and kept 
on until he exploded inside her, several dozen strokes later. His hot cum 
jetted deep inside her warm cunt, and the heat and spew of his cum gave her 
another orgasm. 

He bent forward and rested the top of his body on hers. For a few minutes 
neither moved. Then, he raised up, and his hands went to the buckle of the 
strap around her waist. Standing up, he undid the rope around her ankles, 
and the strap there. 

Completely free, she wanted to remove the clothespins from her nipples in 
the worst way. She knew better. She knew that when he was ready, he would 
tell her to remove them, or he would take them off himself. 

He told her to stand up, then guided her to the mirror. His cum dribbled out 
of her pussy and was running down her legs as he positioned her facing the 
mirror, and commanded, "Stay." 

He took her arms and placed them behind her, and left her standing there, 
looking at herself in the minor. She knew she was hot to move her hands. 

He went into the bathroom, wet a towel, also picked up a dry one, and got 
some massage oil. Going into the den, he made sure the massage table was 
ready, then he called her. 

She came into the den, with the clothespins dangling from her smarting 
nipples and her arms still folded behind her. She-had a look of 
consternation on her face. 

He knew what she was feeling, great pleasure from a good fuck, and intense 
pain in her nipples. He handed her a wet towel, and told her to remove her 
shoes and stockings and clean herself off. 

After she had his cum cleaned off her legs and out of her pussy, he gave her 
the dry towel. When she had dried herself, he told her to lie on her back on 
the massage table, with her feet toward the camera. He had her spread her 
legs, putting her heels at the corners of the table. Then he spread her 
knees, until they almost hung over the edges. When she was in position, he 
told her to grip the sides of the table with her hands, and not let go. He 
went over and started the camera, and watched Cheryl's face as she blushed. 
She had been trained well. She did not close her legs, as she saw the little 
red light on the front of the camera start flashing. 

For the next twenty minutes, he rubbed the lotion into her legs and stomach, 
occasionally dipping a finger or two into her pussy. He finishing by 
massaging her feet. He intentionally avoided touching her breasts and 
nipples. He watched her face, periodically reaching over to squeeze the 
clothespins tighter. When the pain in her nipples grew almost unbearable, he 
fingered her clit, or put two fingers in her slit. With his fingers, he 
brought her to the point of orgasm again, and just as she was about to 
climax, he stopped. 

She groaned with disappointment and frustration. 

Slowly, he reached over and removed the clothespin from her left nipple. 

The pain got worse, instead of better! 

He placed the palm of a hand between her legs, firmly against her cunt, and 
removed the other clothespin. 

The pain was terrific! Her hands gripped the edge of the table, furiously 
clenching and unclenching. Her legs twitched, and she was dying to touch her 
nipples! 

Putting some of the lotion in his right palm, unhurriedly he began massaging 
her left nipple. Stroking and lightly pinching, around and round, he slowly 
kneaded the nipple, then the entire breast. 

Gradually the pain subsided on the left side, but the pain was still intense 
in her right nipple. After spending several minutes on the left tit, he put 
more lotion in the palm of his hand and gently massaged her right nipple. 
She was so relieved, she almost had another orgasm. 

When he was through with the right breast, he told her to turn over. When 
she was lying on her stomach, he told her to spread her legs again, and put 
her hands at her sides. He rubbed and massaged lotion into her back and 
legs. For half an hour, he massaged and kneaded her red striped back, ass 
and legs, then he started on her inner thighs. Progressively, he worked his 
way from her knees to her butt. When he got to her ass, he let his fingers 
slide into the crack between the cheeks, and gave her asshole a gentle poke. 

She gave a startled moan. 

She had a virgin asshole, and he would take care of that another time. His 
fingers slid down into her warm wet cunt, and started stroking and playing 
with her clit. Then he put two fingers into her cunt, and carefully avoided 
touching her clit again. After a couple of minutes, her moans reached the 
point he knew marked the verge of her orgasm. Then he stopped. 

He went into the living room and got the antenna off the mantel. She saw him 
coming with it, and thought that she should have known he was not done with 
it yet. He hadn't telescoped it shut. 

He resumed playing with her pussy, at the same time he began lightly tapping 
her on the ass with the antenna. He started at one tap every two seconds, 
then gradually quickened his pace until he was hitting her twice a second. 
Then he started hitting harder and harder. Meanwhile, his manipu lation of 
her cunt was bringing her closer to orgasm, and finally, after several dozen 
slaps with the antenna, she had a tremendous climax. The instant Henry 
perceived her discharge, he reached far back with the antenna and slapped 
her ass twice, harder than any other stroke thus far! 

She yelled at the top of her lungs as the pain ripped through her body! 
While her mouth was still open, Henry went around and put his rock-hard cock 
into it. Then he reached down to her butt and massaged some more, until she 
stopped writhing in pain. He slapped her butt lightly with the antenna, to 
get her mouth working, and continued to smack her delightfully wiggling ass, 
until he came in her mouth. 

When his satisfaction was complete, he made her turn over on her back again. 
When she was positioned with her legs apart and her pussy in full view of 
the camera lens, he told her to start masturbating. When she slowly put one 
hand between her legs, he gave her a stern look and she immediately put more 
feeling into her exercise. Henry left the room. 

Cheryl masturbated for almost two hours, while Henry watched TV in the 
living room. At a commercial he came in to change the tape in the camera. 
Occasionally he looked over at her, to make sure she had not stopped. 

When the program he was watching ended, he went and sat in the den, where he 
could look between her legs and watch her masturbating. Finally, he said, 
"One more orgasm, and you can go and take a shower." 

Fifteen minutes later they were in the shower together. He had her suck him 
off, while he lightly spanked her sore butt with the shower brush. After he 
came, they got out of the shower and dried off, and went to bed. 

That was when she finally asked him not to work while she was there. If he 
was going to tie her up to punish her, could he please stay in the room? 

After he told her more about his security system, and how, technically, he 
was always with her, he also said, that except for very special punishments, 
he did not see anything wrong with her request. 

* * * * * 

The rest of the weekend was very enjoyable for Cheryl, except for the two 
paddlings she received on the stair-climber. They went hiking on Saturday, 
and made love all day Sunday. Of course she had to take time out to do the 
cooking. 

 EIGHT 

The following Saturday, as soon as she got to Henry's house, she spent the 
usual amount of time on the exercise machine. While she was pedaling away, 
Debbie arrived. 

Henry had Debbie strip completely naked. When her clothes were put away, 
they relaxed in the playroom while they waited for Cheryl to finish on the 
stair-climber. That is, Henry laid comfortably while Debbie sucked on his 
cock. 

When Cheryl had finished her thirty minutes on the machine, Debbie took her 
into the bathroom for a shower. 

While the girls were showering, Henry got a pan of warm, soapy water, a can 
of shaving cream, a straight-razor and a rubber sheet from the house. He 
brought a small table in from the garage and put it next to the foot of the 
bed, then he placed the water, shaving cream and razor on the table. 

When the girls were finished showering, Debbie blindfolded Cheryl while they 
were still in the bathroom. Then she led her into the playroom. 

Henry positioned Cheryl on the bed lying on her back, with her butt at the 
foot of the bed. He and Debbie put ankle-cuffs on Cheryl and tied the cuffs 
to eyebolts in the ceiling. The eyebolts were far apart. When the two were 
finished securing Cheryl's ankles, her legs were stretched wide open. 
Finally, Henry and Debbie put wrist-cuffs on Cheryl and fastened them to 
eyebolts at the sides of the bed. 

Debbie moved the chair from in front of the television and put it at the 
foot of the bed, facing Cheryl's wide-open cunt. She went to the bathroom 
and bringing back a hot towel, placed it on the little table and sat down. 

Henry got up on the bed, on his knees. Facing Debbie, he straddled Cheryl's 
face. 

"Lick my balls," commanded Henry, as he lowered them to Cheryl's mouth. 

Cheryl stuck out her tongue, and began laving Henry's hairy balls. 

Henry nodded to Debbie. 

Debbie picked up the shaving cream. After shaking the can, she squirted some 
into her hand. Taking her time, she applied the cream to Cheryl's hairy 
snatch. 

Blindfolded, Cheryl could not figure out what was happening. 

Debbie picked up the straight-razor, and began shaving the triangular patch 
of hair above Cheryl's pussy. 

Cheryl, wondering what was going on between her legs, nervously continued to 
lick at Henry's balls. 

When Debbie had finished shaving Cheryl's triangle, she wiped the entire 
area with the warm, wet towel. Then she applied some more cream to Cheryl's 
still hairy pussy lips. As she began to shave these, Henry squatted lower 
and stuck his asshole over Cheryl's mouth. 

At first Cheryl did not want to continue to lick, but when Henry reached 
down and grasped her left nipple and pinched it hard, she quickly stuck her 
tongue up between his cheeks. 

"Stick your tongue all the way out," ordered Henry, as he lowered his 
asshole against her lips. 

Cheryl was still able to breathe through her nose as her lips clamped 
against his butt and her tongue went to work far up Henry's asshole. 

Debbie finished shaving Cheryl's cunt-lips, wiped her clean again, and 
re-shaved the entire area. Her fingers constantly touched and slid over 
Cheryl's clit in the process. Most of these touches were totally unnecessary 
to the performance of the job. 

Cheryl soon became very excited. She was still not sure what was going on 
between her legs, but the fingers that brushed her clit kept her mind too 
busy to worry much about it. She was surprised to discover that some of her 
arousal was caused by what she was doing to Henry. The musky smell of his 
asshole was actually exciting her. 

Henry's cock became rock-hard as Cheryl worked her tongue around in his anal 
cavity. He rocked back and forth, continually trying to get her tongue 
farther up inside him. When Debbie finished reshaving Cheryl's twat, she 
hurriedly put everything away, moved the chair back in front of the 
television, and took the table out to the garage. 

As Debbie came back into the playroom, Henry looked at her and motioned 
toward his throbbing cock. Immediately she knew what he wanted, and going 
over to the bed, leaned over and began sucking on his hot meat. 

Henry grabbed the back of Debbie's head, and as he sat more firmly down on 
Cheryl's face, forced Debbie's mouth hard against his body and came deep in 
her throat. His cum shot against the back of her throat, and she moaned in 
delight after swallowing each gob of his gooey sap. 

For several minutes he kept Debbie licking and sucking his slowly softening 
cock, and Cheryl working her tongue deep inside his anal canal. Gradually, 
his cock became hard again. When it was solid and ready, he got up off 
Cheryl's face and told Debbie to wash out Cheryl's mouth. 

Debbie ran into the bathroom for a wet washcloth. When she came back, Henry 
stood close behind her, shoving his hard-on against her warm, wet cunt as 
she bent over to wash Cheryl's mouth and face. When she was sure that 
Cheryl's tongue was clean enough to put inside her pussy, she took the 
washcloth back to the bathroom. Henry directed her to sit on Cheryl's face. 

Debbie climbed up onto the bed, on her knees, and straddled Cheryl's face, 
facing the foot of the bed. Henry forced Debbie to lie down on top of 
Cheryl, then pushed her head down between Cheryl's wide-spread legs. Both 
girls immediately began eating each other lustfully. 

Henry went to the dresser, dabbed a little Vaseline on the head of his cock, 
then went back and climbed on the bed behind Debbie. Both girls were hot and 
horny and close to their orgasms as Henry put the head of his cock to 
Debbie's little, puckered asshole. As she squirmed in delight at what 
Cheryl's tongue was doing inside her pussy, Henry moved forward. Debbie's 
squirming helped Henry's cock slowly slide up her ass. 

Debbie worked her tongue furiously inside Cheryl's pussy, and on her clit. 
She was madly turned on by Cheryl's mouth on her pussy and Henry's cock up 
her ass. 

Cheryl sucked Debbie's cunt. 

Henry fucked Debbie in the ass. 

The two girls came first. Both their body's squirmed in ecstasy as their 
orgasms washed over them, one right after the other. 

For several more minutes Henry pumped his hard cock furiously in Debbie's 
asshole. Finally he shot his wad deep inside her squirming, little 
butt-hole. Grabbing her shoulders, he forced himself even deeper in Debbie's 
ass, as his own ecstasy shot itself up inside her. For several moments he 
held her tightly to him, as his post-ecstasy cock tenderness set in. Then 
his rod slowly began to soften again. When it was still half-hard, he slowly 
pulled his cock out of Debbie's ass. Pushing her forward, off of Cheryl's 
mouth, he stuff his cock down in Cheryl's face for a thorough cleaning. When 
his cock and balls had been painstakingly washed by Cheryl's tongue, he 
pulled Debbie back and up until she was kneeling over Cheryl's face. 
Positioning Debbie's asshole directly over Cheryl's mouth, he forced Debbie 
downward and ordered Cheryl to clean out Debbie's butt-hole. 

His cum dripped out of Debbie's asshole into Cheryl's open mouth as she 
stuck her tongue out to do as she was told. Henry forced Debbie down farther 
and told Cheryl to stick her tongue all the way up Debbie's ass. Cheryl 
licked the cum that still dribbled from Debbie's little, brown hole, 
swallowed it, then shoved her tongue up the dark passage. 

When Debbie's asshole was clean, she and Henry released Cheryl and the three 
showered together. After the shower, Henry sent Debbie home and took Cheryl 
into the house. After Cheryl made lunch, she and Henry spent the rest of the 
day in bed. 

That night, as they showered again, Henry said, "Rule number seventeen, 
always keep your pussy hairless and make sure you shave it just before you 
expect to be with me." 

Looking down at her naked, shaved cunt, Cheryl said, "It feels funny." 

"You'll get used to it," promised Henry. 

* * * * * 

Sunday they spent hiking and making love. On her way home that evening, 
although she was fully dressed, her freshly shaved pussy somehow made her 
feel partially naked. 

* * * * * 

Unknown to Cheryl, Henry has plans for devirginizing her asshole and having 
a tattoo put on a most intimate part of her body. She has also yet to meet 
and be initiated by Linda and Gene. 

But these things, and other's equally delightful, are all part of another 
story. 


THE END
