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Chapter 8: A sting in the tale
Christine Cooper smiled at her friend as she unfolded the little whip from her hand bag. Jean Henderson returned the smile. A short handle bound the thin leather cords, each ending in a tiny hard knot.
"Stick it out girl." The woman's quiet voice was icy, bereft of emotion. Lisa didn't understand. She screamed as the whip immediately flicked cruelly into the, thus far, untouched valley between her spread rear cheeks. The tips of the thongs imparted a sting not unlike that received from a bee. Lisa shrieked as it bit the sensitive flesh of her inner curves once again.
"I said stick it out you little scrubber, can’t you do as you’re told?" The tone remained cold and threatening. Lisa turned her head, staring over her shoulder with panic stricken eyes at the tight lipped woman. She didn't understand.
"I believe in making the punishment fit the crime, now push your bottom hole out." Lisa couldn't believe her ears. Not that! Surely she wasn't serious! She couldn't, she just couldn't! It would be too shameful! Please not in front of them all! She looked at her landlady hoping upon hope that she'd find some trace of pity in the woman's eyes but all she saw was amusement.
"Do as you're told and stop making such a song and dance about things," said Jean Henderson with a grin.
"You know full well it's what you deserve." Lisa suddenly howled as the whirring leather flicked in between her writhing cheeks. Involuntarily her legs straightened jerking her upwards and causing the horrible dildo's head to slide across her G-spot. With head thrown back and eyes screwed tightly shut she moaned her agonised pleasure to the ceiling. Without warning the woman brought the whip downwards in a whistling arc. The thongs stung the upper V of the spread cheeks. Lisa screamed at the atrocious discomfort and slammed herself down onto the chairs seat with an audible slap. Laughter greeted her anguished sobbing.
"Stick it out, I won't tell you again."
Lisa wallowed in the depths of her humiliation as, crying loudly, she reluctantly clenched the muscles in her belly and pushed her anal ring outwards. Her most private of places, the place she hated showing, was already on display to the assembled watchers but now she was being forced to degrade herself even further. Her cheeks burned crimson as the dreadful embarrassment flowed through her.
"There it is, just look at the dirty bitch pushing it out for all she's worth."
"Bet you like showing everyone your bumhole eh?"
"No doubt she's hoping we'll put something up it!" Their laughter made Lisa squirm. Miss Cooper spoke.
"Could someone please hold the girl in place? She'll no doubt be jumping about all over the place in a minute." The boy was eager to help. He stood in front of Lisa and planted his hands securely on her shoulders. When the whip struck the pouting fleshy circle of the proffered anus a few seconds later she wasn't able to escape. Tommy Davies held the whimpering woman down firmly, forcing her to absorb the agonising sting, and causing his cock to pulse madly each time she squealed. From that moment on tears poured unchecked down her face. Before each stroke she was made to push her anal opening out. After each stroke she could do nothing but howl. It seemed an eternity before it was finally over. But even then she was allowed no respite. Inquisitive fingers were soon examining her tenderised and now swollen bottom hole making her shriek and blubber as they pressed and pried at the burning entrance. She allowed her head to slump forwards as the boy's hands left her shoulders. The space between her bum cheeks was literally on fire. All she could do as the pain throbbed through her was cry hot tears and grip the back of the chair until her knuckles turned white.
"Open your eyes girl." Lisa did as she was told. What she saw made her already very sore bum clench in dread. Mr Blake was standing directly in front of her flexing a thin whippy cane in his hands. He was smiling.
"Feel free to make as much fuss as you like young lady," he said. She began to shake her head as he walked around behind her.
"Please Sir Please! Don't Sir Please! I'll do anything you wa... aaarrgghhhh!" She threw back her head as the cane parted the air with a whirr and struck her fully across both bright red rear cheeks.
"OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" She jerked upwards sliding on the slippery shaft until she was teetering on the tips of toes. For a few moments the things' bulbous head rested at the entrance to her stretched hole before her shaking legs gave way and she sank back down the curved length. Obscenely oversized the rounded glans rasped agonisingly across the pad of her G-spot as she slowly allowed her knees to bend. A line of white heat was sizzling across her bottom and she could feel her poor cheeks clenching and relaxing as they absorbed the terrible sting. But even in her distress she could feel the tingles of arousal steadily growing. She knew another stroke would be coming. She had no doubt of it so held herself in readiness. There was a distinct whistle before the cane buried itself in her soft curves and then she was up on her toes again screaming and groaning as she rubbed the front wall of her pussy against the dildo's head.
Another half a dozen strokes followed, each increasing the volume of both her agony and pleasure. But it was the sensations in the bottom of her belly that were causing her the greatest concern. Even through her tears and gasps and screams she could feel her excitement levels rising. Horribly she could also feel that with each passing moment the pole embedded in her pussy was growing more slippery. She was oozing continuously, jerking and rubbing herself more and more frantically on the horrid rubber cock after each agonising impact. She needed to come so much. Needed to ease the ache in her belly. But they'd see, see her secret moment, and the boy would be watching! And Holly too and all of them! Oh God but she wanted to come so much! Up to now her eyes had remained screwed shut throughout the awful caning but she was still aware of her tormentors moving around her, no doubt taking advantage of the best viewpoints from which to observe her suffering and exposure. The cane stopped swishing through the air. It was then that she felt a hand caress the curve of her tummy.
"Open your eyes," said Mrs Henderson sternly. She did as she was told surprised to find her niece bending down beside her. Holly gently ran her hand downwards causing her aunt to moan with longing. Looking up Lisa's cheeks bloomed with fresh heat as she saw the knowing smiles. The witnesses, except Mr Blake, were now gathered in front of her and without exception they were grinning. Mr Wilkinson, Miss Cooper, Mrs Henderson herself and the horrid boy were all staring at her with both disdain and amusement in their eyes. It was a look she'd seen many times and it always made her squirm with embarrassment. Now she squirmed not only because of her humiliation but also because Holly's hand was creeping lower.
"As usual it's obvious your common nature has got the better of you," said Mrs Henderson sarcastically.
"So now you're going to show everyone what a little slut you really are. Young Tom here is particularly interested." The boys' grin was enormous. Lisa felt her face blushing hotly.
"Alright Holly let's see the little tart come." There was a sudden whistle and then Lisa howled and shot up onto her toes once more. Steven Blake smiled as he drew the cane back and held it raised in readiness. The scream of agony quickly changed into a groan as the false glans did its work, the full hips jerking and rolling in a lewd involuntary dance.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooooooooh GOD!" Then the tone increased in its urgency as Holly's fingers found her aunt's clitoral stalk. It was jutting out from beneath its delicate hood, swollen to an almost painful degree and throbbing with heat.
"Nnnghhhh! Ahhh! P...P...P...P...P...P...PLEEEEEEASE!" Lisa squealed as the teasing digits slid back and forth across her excruciatingly sensitised button.
Two more agonising strokes, two more tortured screams and explosions of moaning and jerking and she was nearly there. She could feel the glorious waves of pleasure starting to rise from deep within her belly.
"Permission girl," said Jean Henderson. Lisa knew what she had to ask.
"P...P...Please Miss...OOOooooooo...please may I come?"
"No I don't think so." She groaned with frustration, panting hoarsely and gripping the back of the chair as the deliciously teasing fingers withdrew.
"I expect you to keep your eyes open and look at us you little tart." Lisa was now so eager to please so she did her best. Staring with wide eyes into the watching faces she desperately kept them that way as the cruel cane strokes continued to wound her writhing buttocks. A nod from the older woman in Holly's direction meant that the wonderful fingers returned.
It took only a few moments for Lisa to lose all control. She screamed and howled and groaned and squirted her pleasure for them all to see. Squealing and jerking on the false cock, as the pain from her churning bottom flooded the crease below her belly and met the wave of unbearable pleasure spreading outwards from her engorged clitoris, she came! And came and came and came! All of the weekends' sexual frustrations released themselves in a wave of sheer ecstasy, the intensity of the orgasm sending her to a place where mutli-coloured stars and sheets of exploding light filled her head. The climax blotted out everything but the delicious muscular spasms of her pussy as it squeezed itself onto the hard shaft buried deep within her belly.
Gradually she returned to reality and the horrible burning in her bottom. The muffled conversation in the room grew steadily clearer as she realised she was slumped forwards against the back of the chair, her head resting on her forearms.
"Before you go Cyril would you like our little tart to attend to young Tommy, I'm sure he'd enjoy it. Obviously you'll be welcome to pop round again soon. In fact I may need someone to baby-sit her next week, if you're free." Lisa listened with growing horror. The thought of being alone with Mr Wilkinson filled her with dread. Unsurprisingly his reply was full of enthusiasm. Laughter filled the room as the group slowly filed out into the hallway. Mrs Henderson leant over and spoke into Lisa's ear.
"You stay where you are. You can thank our young guest for coming now, and make sure you do it properly."
As soon as the dining room door clicked shut the red faced boy stepped forwards and began to run his hands all over Lisa’s helpless nakedness. She shut her eyes as he squeezed her full boobs and pinched their hard nipples. He certainly wasn't nervous or shy. She couldn't help squirming and panting as he intimately examined the space between her burning bottom cheeks. His fingers didn't feel inexperienced as they slipped and slid over and around each and every fold and crease of her most private anatomy. He didn't speak, just took his time until he had satisfied his curiosity. Lisa couldn't stop her bottom or her hips moving in response to his very personal ministrations. When he finally stood in front of her a ball of guilty pleasure had formed once more in the bottom of her belly. Knowing full well that he was a young boy, and the awful humiliation of having to submit to his desires, only served to arouse her further. She knew what she was expected to do so when he pushed his furiously stiff penis towards her face she opened her mouth without protest. Consumed with fresh shame at what she was being “forced” to do she sucked and licked at the boyish erection as it jerked back and forth. The flavour of pre-cum quickly reached her taste buds and only seconds later spurts of creamy fluid filled her mouth. Swimming in an ocean of humiliation she swallowed greedily and found herself unable to stop her bottom rising up and down on the dildo. Noisily she reached her second mind numbing orgasm of the afternoon. Surprisingly it wasn't to be her last...
Later that evening, after a soothing bath and some hot food, Lisa found herself face down on her bed. Beneath her hips were three pillows which raised her bum up into the air. Once more her cheeks burned with humiliation as her niece and Mrs Henderson together examined her displayed openings. Their discussion of her shameful reactions to the afternoons proceedings caused her to blaze with embarrassment, but that of course was exactly what they wanted. As they described her sluttish behaviour Holly rubbed soothing cream into her aunt's hot bottom cheeks and with the crack of her bottom spread fully open Lisa could do nothing but surrender to the wonderful sensations. Soon the slippery fingers were sliding between her labial folds, and then forcefully into both of her holes. As they penetrated deeply Lisa moaned with unrestrained pleasure and came so violently that she squirted all over the bed sheets. Her squeals of ecstasy continued long and loud into the early evening and would surely have disturbed the neighbours if Mrs Henderson hadn't forced a gag into her writhing lodger's mouth.
The following morning Holly got up early and packed her case before coming down to breakfast. Breakfast itself was as delicious as always and her aunt, as usual, was dressed in an apron and nothing else! Holly was able to examine her nearly naked aunt's physical charms at her leisure, but it was the generous curves of the older woman's bottom that attracted her attention. The full cheeks still bore the evidence of yesterday's harsh punishment session. Light crimson stripes criss-crossed the whole area. Gosh it must have hurt so much! A pulse of wicked pleasure surged through Holly's pussy at the thought. The whole situation at Mrs Henderson's house had ignited a sexual fire within the young girl and it was a fire that she had every intention of feeding in the very near future.
The clock in the kitchen showed the time to be eight forty five, a quarter to nine. Holly was due to catch her train at ten thirty so there was just over an hour until her aunt would be driving her to the station. She heard Mrs Henderson and Lisa come down the stairs and then the older woman's voice calling her;
"Holly, would you come through to the Dining room please."
Holly smiled excitedly when she saw how her aunt was now attired. A perfect schoolgirl fantasy stood there. Lisa's face was burning with embarrassment once more, hardly surprising considering the quite scandalous school uniform she had been forced to wear. Mrs Henderson had obviously considered each and every detail, right down to the straw boater sitting jauntily on the top of her lodgers head. Holly looked her aunt up and down and giggled. A green blazer, matching school tie and sensible flat shoes added to the effect but it was the expanse of smooth thigh exposed between the hem of the incredibly short grey skirt and the white knee socks that drew her eyes. The skirt was so short that when her aunt walked she wouldn't be surprised if you could see her knickers! Beneath the blazer Lisa's breasts bulged in the crisp white blouse.
"I thought before you left we should remind your aunt of her status where you're concerned. From now on whenever you come to visit, or indeed if she stays with you, she'll be used as the submissive slut she is. A plaything for you to abuse or pleasure as you see fit." The amusement in her face was clear to see as she turned towards Lisa.
"Do you understand girl?" Red faced Lisa nodded unhappily. She knew what would happen if she didn't do as she was told. Holly would now have the power to do exactly as she liked with her. The thought brought a guilty wetness to the slit between her legs. Mrs Henderson smiled.
"Before she goes I promised Holly she could give you a dose of the strap." Lisa's eyes immediately grew round, her face flushing with heat. It wasn't fair and she was still really sore from yesterday!
"B...B...But Miss I've been good, I haven't done anything wrong!"
"What's that got to do with it you silly girl? Go and fetch the strap and be quick about it!"
Holly licked her lips. Her pussy was pulsing with excitement as it had done many times over the weekend. A weekend that had been the most exciting of her life! Her aunt was kneeling uncomfortably on a dining chair with her back dipped and her bottom bared. She no longer had on the blazer or short grey skirt and her white cotton knickers were down, bunched up against the backs of her knees. The generously rounded cheeks of her bum were sticking out waiting. Waiting for the strap that Holly held tightly in her hand. She was surprised how heavy it felt. It was going to sting a lot! Lisa knew it was going to sting too, especially as her poor bum was feeling horribly sensitive from her punishment the day before.
"Crack!" The strap exploded against one of the trembling buttocks. Lisa threw her head back and howled. Pain flooded through her.
"Crack!" Holly used all of the swing in her arm. A shrill scream split the air as her aunt's rear end jerked and squirmed frantically in all directions. After a dozen or so heavy strokes Lisa was blubbering and sniffling, the tears pouring down her face. Her bum was on fire once more. She couldn't keep it still. It wriggled and writhed all over the place. Holly and Mrs Henderson looked on with interest.
"That should have instilled some respect in the little slut," said Jean Henderson as she ran her hand over the burning curves. Lisa flinched at even this light touch.
"But I think you should whip in on her a little." The words brought an immediate response from her lodger who began to plead and beg most earnestly. Lisa knew only too well what "whipping in" meant and she was already terribly sore. The older woman merely smirked at her shaking plaything.
"Position girl! Hurry up you need to take Holly to the station." Whimpering with discomfort as heat blazed across her bum cheeks Lisa stood up and slowly slid the knickers down and off. Then with a pleading glance over her shoulder at her landlady she spread her legs wide, bent forwards and placed her hands flat on the chair seat.
"Right Holly strap her on the insides of her legs now, make sure you get right up her thighs and try and catch her between the cheeks. She's really sensitive there!" Mrs Henderson laughed at the beaming smile the young girl gave her.
"Oh and don't worry if you catch her pussy, she deserves everything she gets!" Holly giggled and licked her lips again. The first stroke caught the inside of one of her aunt's thighs perfectly. Lisa screamed and almost collapsed.
"That's it!" said Mrs Henderson with glee, as the half naked woman began to sob loudly.
Holly found she had some natural skill when it came to using the strap. Every stroke hit the target perfectly. She even managed to deliver some wristy flicks right between the crimson squirming cheeks. Lisa screamed and begged and collapsed after almost every stroke but they waited patiently every time until she'd regained the required position. More than once the strap landed squarely on Lisa's bulging pussy. The screams that resulted were several octaves higher than those they had heard previously and each stroke produced an accompanying explosion of crying and wailing from their unhappy recipient. At the end of the little session all of Lisa's intimate curves had been well and truly scorched. She was trembling and crying freely as she slowly stepped into the cotton knickers and gingerly pulled them up.
After an affectionate hug from Mrs Henderson and a reassurance that she'd come and stay again soon, Holly climbed into her aunt's car and they turned out of the drive onto the avenue. Lisa was trying her best to sit still on her seat as she drove, but she winced and groaned every time they hit a bump in the road. As they drove Holly began to chatter excitedly. Apparently she couldn't wait to introduce her aunt to her friends. She was sure that several of them, and their boyfriends, would love to meet her. They could have a party and Lisa could wear a party frock. Even better the boy who lived next door, Jamie, who she thought was about fourteen, but was probably younger, often had some friends round to play. Holly knew him well because she'd been his baby sitter several years earlier. Well wouldn't it be fun if she took Lisa around to his house and they could play some games. Lisa listened in absolute horror, she could only guess at the awful ideas that were swirling around inside her niece's head. She didn't answer, just tried to concentrate on the road ahead.
Lisa's face was an absolute picture. Walking through the station dressed as she was had drawn numerous looks and comments. As she'd walked the short skirt had ridden up revealing her knickers which had made her cheeks burn with embarrassment much to the amusement of Holly, who had stayed a few steps behind. Worse still she knew the backs of her legs and only partially covered bum would be bright red. If anyone saw they would know that she'd just had her bottom spanked! Once on the platform they sat down on a wooden bench. Lisa tried to keep still but couldn't. Her rear cheeks were hurting too much.
"For goodness sake sit still girl, what on earth is the matter with you?" Holly asked, with as much superiority in her voice as she could manage. Luckily for Lisa her niece appeared to be the only person catching the train from the platform they were waiting on, and even luckier it looked out onto open fields. The seat itself was hidden from the other side of the platform by a long brick building but Lisa could hear people walking and talking not very far away. She swallowed nervously. Holly turned to her aunt with a sly grin on her face.
"Stand up," she said. Lisa looked nervously up and down the platform but did as she was told.
"Show me your boobs I want to see them." Lisa looked crest fallen.
"B..B..But Miss someone might come."
"Well you'd better hurry up then before someone does, or would you like me to give you a damn good spanking for your insolence? I'm sure Mrs Henderson would love to hear about it!" Lisa knew the threat was serious. Knew she had to do as she was told. Knew she had to obey her new Mistress. What if someone comes? What if someone sees? With trembling fingers she began to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. Holly watched with increasing excitement. When they were all undone Lisa looked up and down the platform with panic in her eyes. She felt horribly exposed and dreadfully worried that someone might see. Nevertheless she pulled the front of the blazer and blouse apart allowing her breasts to spill out. They wobbled gently in the open air, their hard pink nipples jutting out almost proudly. The girl reached out and gently ran her hands over the soft globes as her aunt stood anxiously looking around hoping upon hope that no-one would come. Holly purposely took her time until she was satisfied with her inspection and satisfied that Lisa would do as she was told. She looked directly into her aunt's eyes.
"Take your knickers off," she said quietly. The heavy breasts swayed as Lisa swallowed her fear. She had to do as she was told! Had to be good! Reaching under the skirt she quickly pulled her knickers all the way down, her anxiety levels rising exponentially as she stepped out of them.
"Pick them up." Lisa did as she was told holding them in one hand.
"Now lift your skirt and show me that little girl pussy you like playing with so much!" The patronising tone had Lisa's face erupting with heat. Slowly she lifted the hem of the skirt and showed her grinning niece her hairless slit. She felt totally helpless and almost dizzy with shame. Standing in a public place showing her pussy to a young girl was so humiliating and yet terribly exciting at the same time. Holly made her turn around and hold her skirt up at the back so she could have a good look at the scarlet and very hot cheeks.
"Turn sideways and spread your legs. You're going to come for me now." Lisa couldn't believe her ears. Surely not here! Please No! Oh God!
Holly slid her hand between the trembling thighs and roughly pushed two fingers between the delicate labial folds straight up into her aunt's wet hole. Lisa mewled and squirmed. A second hand parted her very sensitive and sore buttocks. She jerked as a painful tingling spread along her intimate crease. Holly could feel the heat radiating from the wounded skin as the woman's rear curves squeezed onto her wrist.
"P...P...P...Please Miss," Lisa stuttered pitifully as she looked desperately up and down the platform. A finger forced its way into her bumhole and then she was lost. The obscene dance she performed wouldn't have looked out of place in a strip club. She writhed in a maelstrom of sensations, rolling her bottom and pushing her pussy onto the questing fingers as a stream of moans and groans filled the air. Suddenly her movements became more frantic. With eyes screwed tightly shut she came loudly, drowning in an ocean of humiliation, discomfort and pleasure. It took several minutes before the spasms in her pussy subsided and her hips stopped thrusting lewdly back and forth. Then she opened her eyes. Much to her niece's amusement Lisa realised that an old man was now standing and watching from only a few feet away. Holly wasted no time in asking him to join them.
Holly and the old man sat in the window of the train and laughed as they looked out at the red faced occupant of the wooden bench. Lisa was sat with her legs spread and the front of the little skirt held up to her waist. They were being treated to a perfect view of the clean shaven mound of the trembling "schoolgirl". The pink vaginal lips looked swollen and wet and it was even possible to see the engorged knob of the clitoris poking obscenely out. Lisa's face was scarlet with shame and embarrassment. She had been told to sit like that until the train had gone. Her heart was hammering uncontrollably in her chest and she was praying that few passengers would be on the train. Once the old man had sat down Holly had invited him to examine her aunt's displayed charms. He hadn't needed much encouragement and in the few minutes before the train had arrived he'd managed to fondle and explore all of the helpless woman's private places. Now she sat fully exposed as her two tormentors grinned at her. As Holly had passionately kissed her aunt farewell she'd promised she'd see her again soon. Lisa was immediately filled with a sense of foreboding. Goodness knows what would happen the next time she saw her new Mistress.
As the train pulled slowly out of the station Holly and the old man smiled and waved. Lisa remained in position until the last carriage had gone, trying her best not to look at the faces that stared out at her from the train’s windows. Her face burned as she gratefully refastened the open buttons of her blouse and lowered the hem of the tiny skirt. But even as she walked quickly back towards her car she was horribly worried. Holly had taken the little knickers away. Mrs Henderson would be really cross and if that wasn't bad enough it looked as though several snails had left silvery tracks all over the front of the skirt. It was covered in glistening streaks. Lisa shivered. Holly and the old man had each used the grey material to carefully wipe away the copious vaginal juices from their slippery fingers. Her juices! Oh Noooooo! Oh No Oh No Oh No! What would Mrs Henderson say? Lisa's bum cheeks clenched nervously as she reluctantly climbed into the car…
YNHumiliator 2008
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