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Subject: {ASSM} "I, Suzanne." - The Punishment.
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Attached is a further chapter in my as yet unfinished novel, "I,
Suzanne".
As this writing contains sexually explicit scenes and language, if you
are under the age of 18 go do something else.
The story could be described as - b/d, f/f, m/f, mast., humour
"I, Suzanne." - The Punishment
The dinner party was not proving a success.
Things had been going well for most of the meal, but now as I and my
three dinner guests were having port and coffee, Marianne was becoming
argumentative.
She disagreed, almost deliberately it seemed, with everything that was
said, to the extent where at last her husband, Simon, shouted, "Shut up,
Marianne! You're just being an obnoxious bitch!" Then to me, "I'm sorry
Suzanne. I don't know what's got into her!"
The blonde woman stood up. "I'm not putting up with this. I'm going
home!"
"No you're not," I said, "Not straight away anyhow. You have spoiled
what was a particularly enjoyable evening and you are now going to pay
for it."
"Yes, I would agree with that, " said Simon. "She requires a little
taming, I think!"
He went to her chair and pulled her to her feet. Alan, my partner, took
her other arm. "I think the Punishment Room will be appropriate." I
said.
Marianne started to look terrified.
"What do you mean? Punishment Room? Look, I'm sorry for being so
disagreeable. But this is going too far! Simon, please don't let them
hurt me! Simon! Simon!"
But the look on her husband's face was set, as was Alan's as they
dragged her down a corridor from the dining room. I followed, calling
back over my shoulder, "Moira. Leave the dishes. Prepare the dungeon."
Moira, my maid, moved quickly past us with the struggling girl, and
opened a door and switched on a light.
The room was painted a matt black, including the ceiling, except for a
mirror about three metres by three metres set into it. Three large
spotlights illuminated the focal point of the room, a black velvet
covered bench. Hanging from the centre of the mirrored part of the
ceiling were two white nylon ropes with leather straps attached.
Set into the floor each side of the bench were two anchor points from
which were attached, again, nylon ropes with leather straps and buckles.
On a black-painted bench by the wall was displayed a range of whips and
paddles and a large collection of dildoes, some strap-on, but most
obviously hand-held, of every length, thickness and shape imaginable. At
the sight of the room and its contents Marianne's screams and struggles
redoubled.
"No! No!" She shrieked, "Please don't! I'll be good, I promise, but
don't hurt me!"
But her pleas were ignored.
"Hold her arms, you men," I commanded. "Moira, remove her dress." The
Irish girl stood in front of the red-faced woman and, grasping the top
of her strapless gown, pulled it completely to the floor.
Marianne, beneath the dress, had been totally nude.
"Well," I said, "that's one more infringement that certainly requires a
penalty - attending one of my dinner parties and not wearing any
underclothes. String her up!"
Marianne now started to scream in real terror.
"Shut her up!" I said and immediately Moira strapped a leather gag
around the blonde woman's mouth. Her cries were still audible but muted.
The bench was rolled aside and the men took the ceiling bonds and
attached them to the squirming woman's wrists. Moira and I then pulled
on the ropes until the woman's red-tipped toes were barely touching the
floor. At that the men took each of the floor attached straps and
attached them to her ankles. Pulling ion these ropes now stretched her
legs apart. She was now part-hanging and part-standing on tip-toe, her
body stretched to its limit, the tension showing in her shaking head and
the trembling of her thighs. Marianne had a voluptuous body - big
breasted with a tiny waist and broad hips. Her legs were plump but
shapely. Her pussy had been , but only from arse to level with her
clitoris, leaving a downy blonde mat over the front of her mound.
"The bats!" I again commanded, stepping from my dress. The three others
also stripped. I noticed the effect the sight of Moira's glorious body
had on the size of the men's cocks. Moira went to the wall bench and
brought back two bats, shaped like oversize table tennis bats.
"I think a dozen on each cheek will do for starters," I said. "Simon,
could you and Moira officiate?"
Simon, his huge tool swinging, took one bat and positioned himself on
his wife's twitching, moaning body on her right side. Moira, her bat in
her right hand, stood on the other.
"Moira, you first. I'll count the strokes."
The dark haired girl's strong arm moved in an arc. The slap was
surprisingly loud as was the muted scream from the victim. Marianne's
body convulsed as much as her bonds would allow. A brilliant red patch
covered almost entirely her tense left buttock. Simon's following stroke
was even harder despite the fact he had to hold his bat left-handed.
Again, the the other buttock was now bright red. The victim's screams
were continuos now as the blows fell and I counted. Her tears had
dissolved and her red face looked a mess. The pain must have been
excruciating as her whole body had been stretched to its absolute
limits, completely tightening her skin. At last the twenty four strokes
had been completed and the two beaters were breathing hard. The victim's
backside was bright crimson but no blood had been drawn.
Marianne hung , moaning quietly now. I sauntered across to her and
taking a large pink nipple in my mouth began to bite on it, making sure
the pain would be severe but that no damage would be done to the tissue.
The bound woman threw her head back, feeling the new source of pain. I
then transferred to the other nipple, now standing out as though
anticipating the rough chewing treatment. Marianne groaned again.
"Take off her gag. I want to hear her scream and beg!"
Moira removed the leather gag and the woman's cries filled the room.
"Please! Please! No more I'm sorry I'll be good. A-a-a-a-a-r-g-h." Her
scream was caused by me thrusting my long middle finger up the blonde
woman's distended cunt.
"Well, well," I said, holding up the finger and showing it covered in
the woman's creamy juices. "It looks like pain hasn't stopped our lovely
friend getting quite aroused. Perhaps she can take something bigger than
my finger."
I walked to the bench and came back with a huge dildo. It was
flesh-coloured and wrinkled and gnarled and veined like a man's cock but
larger than any man's cock could be. Marianne's eyes bugged out at the
size of the weapon and she pleaded, "Please don't! It will kill me! It's
too big. O-o-o-oh."
The last moan was because, I without any preliminaries, had thrust the
monstrous phallus straight up the woman's cunt. She writhed and screamed
as I withdrew the dildo slowly, then rammed it in again. I then
commenced a steady fucking motion with it, crouching in front of the
woman's spread-eagled thighs.
Moira obtained a riding crop from the bench and commenced to flick the
already tender bum-cheeks. Immediately, raised welts appeared. The two
men, now with half-hard erections,
Each took a plump nipple and resumed the chewing torture. This time we
all ignored her screams, the sound seeming to spur each of us on to
increasing our own particular cruelty. I pulled out the dildo with a
slurpy plop. It was slick and slimy. "That's enough of this," I said,
"Tie her to the bench!"
The blonde woman was released from the hanging bonds as the padded bench
was wheeled in behind her. Her body sank back along the length of it's
velvet top, the touch of even its smoothness on her red and wealed
backside making her scream again. Her feet were still attached to the
floor bonds leaving her cunt open and exposed. Drips of her juices fell
onto the end of the bench. The cunt was still distended from the
insertion of the monster dildo, the lips standing out.
The men, as they released her wrists, cruelly snapped on a pair of
handcuffs and hauled her arms above her head and attached the cuffs to
the top of the bench. Then, operating the bench's servo controls, they
raised the woman's body to their hip-height. Moira and I let out a
little slack on the feet bonds as the bench was raised. Simon stood at
his wife's head and gently beat her about the face with his semi-erect
tool. "Open your mouth, bitch, and start work. If I feel even one scrape
from your teeth I'll have Moira use the riding-crop on your breasts."
On her back, with her body still stretched, her huge breasts had now
flattened, but still the nipples stood erect, bright red like her bum,
from the chewing they had received. Alan stood beside the bench on the
opposite side to Simon giving Marianne intense but exquisite pain by
flogging that nipple with his cock. Moira went to the bench and returned
with a strap-on dildo, shorter than the one I had been using but just as
thick. She offered it to me but I indicated that she should use it.
Adjusting the straps Moira placed the head of the huge plastic prick at
the opening to Marianne's pussy and thrust. Marianne's head jerked and
her husband's large dick was spit free. She yelled with pain, screaming
that they at least should undo her feet. I did so and the blonde's feet
immediately swung up and clamped around Moira's firm white arse. Then
her body started thrusting up to receive the prick and constricting hard
on it as it withdrew.
The two men stood at her head, hands working on stiff erect tools. We
could all feel the tension building. Moira was sweating, hips pumping,
hands grasping Marianne's tits. My hand was mashing my clit. The men
wanked faster. Then Marianne screamed in climax as did Moira. The men
stood back, directing hot streams of spunk over the blonde's face and
breasts.
All of us were exhausted - all it seemed Marianne!
"Hey, that was the best it has ever been! Let's do it again soon! How
are you all placed next weekend?"
We couldn't help it. We all burst out laughing!
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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