By sub01

Carol was kneeling obediently in the bedroom just as I had instructed.  She had her knees together and her head bowed submissively, her large, lovely breasts free and unfettered, her arms still drawn back and her wrists cuffed behind her back.  As we came into the room she looked up.

"No, eyes on the floor, Carol."  I approached her and stood staring down, stiffening at the sight of her.  So submissive, so perfectly obedient.  So unlike the Carol of two days ago.  And yet, so naïve.  She might think she knew what I wanted, but she really didn't.

"Now, Carol... are you ready to learn your new role?"

She nodded.  "Yes."

"Yes, SIR.  It's time you started addressing me properly."

Carol blushed.  "Yes sir."

"That's better.  Now, first things first."  I nudged her thighs apart with my foot.  "Never, ever have your legs together when you're around me.  Understand?"

Carol nodded and parted her legs.

"No, wider.  I want to see your pretty little cunt."

Carol spread her knees wider.  Her shaven pussy pouted open invitingly.

"No, WIDER!"  I nudged her firmly with my foot, and only when her legs were spread as wide as she could and the insides of her lovely thighs trembling was I satisfied.  As she remained like that I pressed my foot between her legs, rubbing her shaven pussy with the top of my foot, even inserting my big toe into her tightness.

"You're soaking wet," I chuckled.  "What a slut."

Carol blushed but didn't say anything.  When she began moving almost imperceptibly against my foot I drew it away, wiping the moistness now coating my foot on her thigh.

"Arch your back.  I want to see your lovely tits really stand out."

Carol arched her back obediently, thrusting her breasts forward.

"And your lips.  Relax them, Carol.  Never have your mouth closed.  I want to see your lovely lips parted, just like they would for my cock."

Carol parted her lips and licked them slowly, a smile tugging at her lips.  She knew what she was doing to me, even in her submission.  What a tease.  Well, we'd take care of that.

"The punishment bench, Carol... bring it over here.  And the straps too."  Ever since I'd watched my sister drape herself over the padded leather bench I'd had a yearning to see Carol in the same position.  Now I stood back and watched with amusement as she struggled to bring the bench out from the corner.  It was large and sturdy, difficult to move even being on wheels.  With her wrists cuffed behind her back Carol had to pull awkwardly at the bench.  I'd had a time of it moving the thing, and Carol really struggled at it.  I didn't help her though.  It was far too satisfying to watch her struggle.

"The straps," I reminded her when she'd finally maneuvered the bench into the middle of the bedroom and stood back panting.  She retrieved the straps from the nightstand and presented them to me without a word.  I could see it in her eyes, though: she didn't want to be put over the bench.

"Do we really need to do this, Brian?"

"I told you Carol, it's ‘sir'.  And yes, we do need to do this."  I smiled.  "Now come on... you know what to do."

Carol reluctantly knelt at the base of the punishment bench and hesitated.  For a long moment she just knelt there, staring down at the supple leather top.  Perhaps she was imagining what it would feel like to be strapped down and helpless, and what sorts of things I might do to her.  When she didn't move I came to her and put my hand on her back, urging her to lean forward.

"There's no sense in playing coy, you little slut.  You've earned this."  I pushed her down onto the punishment bench.  It was a perfect fit.  Her chin rested just off the end, and as Mary's had done her breasts now hung down free and unfettered on either side of the narrow end of the bench.

Mary had been standing by watching silently.  Now she came forward and joined me at the punishment bench, taking up a strap and helping me secure Carol.  We fastened straps around her thighs, pulling her knees up tight to the legs of the bench, and a long strap around her midsection and under the bench so she couldn't rise up.  Another strap went around her ankles, binding her feet together. 

Carol was a sight to behold.  She lay helpless over the bench, naked and trembling, strapped down securely and her wrists still cuffed behind her back.  With her legs spread and strapped so tightly to the base of the bench I was presented with a lovely view of her shaven pussy, and up higher the delicate pucker of her untried anus peeking from between her bottom cheeks.  She craned her neck around, watching me with an anxious look.  It was a look which spoke volumes.  It was the look of a helpless, defenseless woman who knew she was about to receive what she deserved.

I knelt down at her face and stroked her hair gently, smiling.  "You like this, don't you?"  A blush rose in her cheeks, but she didn't say anything.  No matter.  I knew she did.  The embarrassment in her eyes was obvious.

"Now then, I think it's time you started learning to use the appropriate words, Carol.  Dirty little sluts like you don't say ‘pussy' and ‘cock' and ‘lovemaking'.  You say ‘cunt', and ‘prick', and ‘fuck'.  Understand?"

Carol nodded.  I smiled and slipped my fingers into her soft tresses, suddenly yanking her head back roughly.  "I couldn't hear you, Carol.  Do you understand?"

"Yes!  Ow, you're hurting me!"

"Then tell me, so I know you understand.  What's this?"  I slipped my other hand down and palmed Carol's crotch.

"My... my cunt."

"And this?"  I lifted my erection.

"Your prick," Carol said softly.

"And what would you like me to do with it?"

Carol smiled.  "Fuck me.  Till I cum."

"Well, I'm not going to.  At least not yet.  You haven't earned that."  I gathered her silky blonde hair together in back and knotted one end of a strap around it, like she'd done to Mary on that first night.  As Carol moaned in protest I pulled her cuffed wrists high up on her back and tied the other end of the strap off to the cuffs, binding them to her hair.

"Ow!  Oh, Brian!"  Carol squirmed, unable to lower her head and unable to relax her arms and shoulders for they were now tethered together by the short strap.  "Brian, please!"

"Please what?"

"Please, it hurts!"

"I'll make it hurt a lot more if you don't stop acting like such a disobedient little slut."

"Okay, but please, it hurts!"

"Want me to loosen it a bit?"

"Yes, please!"

I reached for the strap tethering Carol's hair to her wrists, but instead of loosening it I tightened it a bit more, pulling her head back just a smidgen.

"Ow!"

"Want me to loosen it more?" I chuckled.

Carol hesitated.  "No.  No, it's fine."

She was completely helpless now, unable to lower her head or move or even squirm much as I let my hands drift down her naked backside.  Her skin was so silky smooth, so unblemished.  She was trembling slightly, and more as I caressed the firm swell of her bottom.  Her bottom cheeks still bore a faint flush from the earlier paddling.  The color had nearly faded.  No matter.  We'd soon take care of that.

Carol's breasts hung down free and unfettered.  Now I pinched her nipples gently, enjoying the look of discomfort that flickered across her face.  "Have you ever felt so helpless?" I asked her softly.  "So vulnerable?  So unable to protect yourself?"

She shook her head.  It was obvious she hadn't.  She'd had my sister like this often enough, but never experienced it herself.

"Well, you'd better get used to it.  I think you're going to be spending a lot of time over this bench from now on."  I pinched her nipples harder until she gasped, and then I let go.

Whistling softly to myself I rose and went to the cupboard by the bed.  There were so many wicked instruments inside.  I stiffened just at seeing the lewd array.  So many implements with which to mark Carol's unblemished body.

I brought several items over and lay them out on the bed behind Carol where she couldn't see them: a studded paddle, a rather wicked looking riding crop, and a black leather flogger.  As if those weren't enough, Mary fetched one more item from the cupboard: a long, narrow cane.

"Use this on her too," Mary told me, a smile tugging at her lips.  "She'll hate it."

When I turned back to Carol she was trying in vain to twist her head and see what I'd laid out.  "Are you ready for your punishment, Carol?"

"My punishment?"

"Of course.  Don't you remember why you're to be punished?"

Carol thought about it for a moment.  "Because I broke the strings?"

"Yes, Carol, because you broke the strings.  You were a naughty little slut and couldn't control yourself this morning.  So now you're going to learn to obey." 

Carol gave me a pleading look.  "I'll obey, Brian.  Really I will.  You don't need to punish me."

"Oh but Carol, I do."  I stroked her soft blonde hair and gazed down into her eyes.  Those lovely, beautiful eyes which so soon would be damp with tears.  "When my sister makes a mistake, do you let her off with a warning?"  Carol didn't say anything.  She didn't need to.  We both knew the answer.

I moved behind Carol and picked up the riding crop.  She twisted and turned, but with her hair tethered so tautly to her wrists she just couldn't manage to see behind her.

"Consider the first thirty your punishment," I told Carol as I raised the crop.

"Thirty!?  Oh my god Brian, wait! I can't--"

I didn't give her time to complete her thought.  Without warning I brought the crop down on her defenseless bottom, catching her pale skin with just the tip.  The sharp crack was loud in the bedroom.  Carol jumped against her bonds, and a split second later as the numbing shock faded she cried out.

"OW!  Oh fuck!  Brian, wait!"

I didn't wait.  I struck her again, and again, quickly, the bedroom filling with cracks of the crop and Carol's hoarse pleading.  The crop left little red marks on the pale flesh of her bottom.  I spread the blows out, leaving no part of her bottom untouched.  Five blows, ten, fifteen.  After the twentieth strike with the crop, as Carol squirmed desperately and pleaded in vain for sympathy, I switched to the cane.

The cane seemed ten times worse than the crop.  The first blow that I landed with the cane, on the lower swell of her buttocks, caught us both by surprise with its severity.  Carol shrieked and arched against her bonds, and I felt myself swell with a cruel lust as a long red mark flared across her pale bottom.  I watched it for a long moment, entranced by how vivid it was.  It was nothing like the sharp sting left from the crop, I could tell.  The cane really hurt.

But that didn't stop me.  If anything it spurred me on.  As soon as Carol had relaxed again and her hoarse pleas reduced once more to a pitiful whimpering I landed another blow with the cane, higher up on the defenseless swell of her bottom.  And the next one across the backs of her thighs as she shrieked and begged for me to take pity on her.

"Don't you dare!" Mary warned me with a wicked smile.  She was lying back on the bed, her legs spread wide and her hand buried in her crotch.  Her cheeks were flushed and I could tell she was aroused by her lover's plight.  "She deserves it, Brian.  Hit her again.  Harder!"

"Mary!" Carol protested.  "Oh my god, don't encourage him!"

"She doesn't need to encourage me," I growled.  "And just for that, you little slut, twenty more..."

"Brian, no!  I can't take that many!"

"Then you should never have corrupted my sweet little Mary," I growled with amusement.  "Now relax.  This one's really going to hurt."

"Brian, wait--!"

I struck her again with the cane, harder than before.  And again.  And again.  Three times in rapid succession, in nearly the same spot on her sweet, soft bottom.  This time Carol's tears came in earnest and she sobbed.  Her buttocks tensed and clenched, an angry red welt rising where I'd struck her.  Her bottom and thighs were crisscrossed now with the marks of the crop and cane.  And we still had so many to go...

"Please, no more!" Carol sobbed.  "I'll obey!  Really Brian, I will!"

"Brian?"

"Sir!  I'll obey, sir!  I really will!"

"I know you will.  These next forty will make sure of that."

"FORTY!?  Oh fuck, Brian... I mean, sir!  Wait, I--!"

I lifted the cane to strike her again, but before I could land the blow the riding crop came whistling out of nowhere and sliced across the back of Carol's thighs.  Mary!  In my focus on caning Carol I hadn't noticed Mary rise from the bed and take up the riding crop.  Now she held the crop at the ready, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming, her smile wicked.  Her intentions were obvious.  She wanted to take part in Carol's torment.

There were no words needed, no hushed whispering.  We simply began taking turns, as if it were the most natural thing to do, me with the cane and Mary with the crop.  It took Carol by such surprise that at first she couldn't even protest, probably didn't even comprehend what was happening as the wicked pain of the cane alternated with the sting of the crop.  When it finally dawned on her she began pleading urgently... and in vain.  Her bottom was bright red, crisscrossed with the marks of the cane and crop, and soon the paddle and flogger as we took those up briefly.  The backs of her thighs were a rosy hue as well, and even the sides of her swaying breasts.  We left no spot of her pale flesh untouched by the wicked instruments.  With ten strokes left we returned to the cane and crop.  These were the most wicked and coaxed forth from Carol's lips the most delightful cries.  We struck her in rapid succession now, landing the last few viciously, sometimes even striking at the same time.

And through it all I was stiffer than I'd ever been.

When finally Mary and I stopped Carol was sobbing and squirming against her bonds, begging at one moment for us to stop and at the next, when she realized we had, thanking us profusely.  And yet when I stooped down and thrust two fingers up inside her tightness I found her wetter than ever.

As Carol trembled in her bonds I stroked her raw bottom, marveling at the marks we'd left.  I dug my fingers into her tender flesh and she jerked and cried out, begging hoarsely.  I dug my fingers in harder and harder still, until she was straining so hard that I thought she just might break the leather straps.  She didn't, of course, and soon I ventured on, exploring her tender thighs and then her sore breasts.  Finally I coaxed her silky blonde tresses back from where they'd fallen across her eyes, and leaned in close and kissed her ear.

"That was your punishment," I whispered to her.  "These next ones are for fun..."