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Subject: {ASSM} Story Repost - Diary of Carolyn - Part 13
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DIARY OF CAROLYN
Chapter Thirteen
Copyright 1997
Skull Duggery
This is a work of fiction


    This particular year we ended up with the annual Thanksgiving
vacation during the third week of November. Kristen seemed to have
gotten over whatever problem she was having and to my surprise and
delight, she asked if she could spent a couple of vacation days at my
house. I suggested Monday and Tuesday as I was anxious for some
private time with her. The only thing I was a little concerned with
was that she had made it clear that it was my turn to feel the whip.

    The doorbell brought me out of a sound sleep on Monday morning.
Still half asleep I was trying to think who could be here at five
thirty in the morning. Hell, it was still dark outside. I crawled out
of bed and put on my bathrobe. The bell rang twice more before I got
to the door. To my amazement, it was Kristen. She was totally out of
breath and wearing only a tee shirt and jeans with her backpack
hanging on one shoulder. She explained between breaths that she had to
get out of her house before her dad woke up but wouldn't elaborate any
more than that. My curiosity was on maximum but I didn't press her any
further about it. Kristen looked pretty cold so I suggested we jump
into my bed for awhile. Kristen wasted no time in taking me up on it.

    We spent the next couple of hours snuggling naked under my
blanket. Kristen seemed unusually loving considering she had just ran
the better part of seven miles getting here. Don't get me wrong, I
wasn't complaining. I only wished I'd gone to the bathroom before we
started making love. Before I knew it, she kicked the covers off and
got herself into a sixty-nine position with me. She started rubbing
her pubic hair in my face all the while furiously licking mine. The
more she licked the more my bladder began to ache. I kept on licking
her juice and darting my tongue in and out of her vagina trying to
ignore my now burning bladder. Finally Kristen started to cum. Soon
after, so did I.

    I felt as if I would loose control of my urine at any second as I
started to slide out of the bed. "Where are you going?" Kristen asked.
"I gotta piss right now." was all I could say as I started for the
bathroom. Before I knew what was happening, Kristen jumped in front of
me blocking my way. "No you don't." she said. "You're my slave today
and you'll go to the bathroom when I tell you and not before." Shit. I
did vaguely remember agreeing to be her slave, but I thought she only
meant it was my turn with the whip. "But you don't understand," I told
her as I danced from one foot to the other trying to hold it in, "I'm
gonna piss right here on the floor if you don't let me go."

    "Okay," she replied, "but as my slave you will have to do
something for me first."

    "Make you cum?" she wanted me to bring her to another climax
before she would let me piss! I wasn't sure I liked this slave
bullshit. Oh well, I did agree to it, I hope she cums real fast.
Having thought I was going to relieve myself had made my situation
even worse. My bladder now throbbed unmercifully as I climbed back up
on the bed. To make things worse, Kristen insisted on another sixty
nine, this time with me on top. I was quietly begging that I could get
her off quickly as I painfully moved into position. Why the fuck was I
letting this little bitch give me orders? I might have asked her that
if not for remembering the beating I gave her last time. Besides, in a
way I guess I asked for it when I agreed to be her slave for a day.

    That little saying of my Dad's came to mind again. You know, brain
in gear before dumping clutch, yea, that one.

    I began licking Kristen's already wet pubic hair. I tried to
concentrate on what I was doing but Kristen, for some reason, seemed
to be trying everything she could think of to agitate my already
painful bladder. I did everything I could think of to bring her to
orgasm for what seemed like hours before she finally started to cum.
As she started to cum, she buried her face in my crotch and wrapped
her arms around my back and started to squeeze. I felt like I would
explode. I dug my fingers into the bedspread gritted my teeth against
the knife-like pains tearing through my tortured bladder. Finally she
released her grip and I literally dove from the bed. I could feel the
hot piss spraying on my legs as I straddled the toilet. I wondered to
myself as I sat there if Kristen knew just how close she had come to
me pissing all over her face. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd
almost say that was what she was trying to make me do.

    After we both had a shower I suggested we have breakfast before we
do anything else. I also told Kristen she could cook the bacon.
Sometimes personal revenge can be so sweet. Kristen knew little about
cooking so I emphasized she should cook the bacon on high and stand
close and don't let it burn. I also made sure to wash the bacon well
so there would be plenty of moisture to cause plenty of little hot
grease spatters. Sometimes I am so bad I could just hate myself, that
is, if I didn't have so much fun at it.

    Breakfast was great, although the bacon was a bit under cooked.
Kristen insisted we go to the pump house. She was determined that I
get my turn to be under the lash, so to speak, and this was going to
be the day. I believe if it wasn't for that feeling of guilt I had for
enjoying whipping her so much, I would have refused. Although it
hadn't snowed yet this year, it was most definitely winter and damn
cold outside. Too damn cold to be wandering around the woods in the
nude. I agreed to go to the pump house, and she could do whatever she
wanted, but I was keeping my clothes on until we got there.

    "You know," Kristen said as we started across the field, "you're
supposed to be my slave today. If I told you to get naked right here
you're supposed to obey me."

    "Don't press your luck." I replied feeling a little irritated at
her attitude. I didn't really mind playing the part of her slave, but
it would be a cold day in hell before I would do it for real. Besides,
I didn't here her complaining about the coat I loaned her. The
temperature wasn't terribly cold, about thirty I guessed, but there
was a good stiff breeze out of the north east that made it feel much
colder. At any rate it was cold enough that I didn't want to spend any
more time naked than was necessary.

    The closer we got to the pump house the more I thought about my
upcoming ordeal. It bothered me that Kristen was so adamant about
doing this today. I did trust her, at least I thought I did, but I
also knew I would be helpless and totally at her mercy once I was
hanging naked from that beam. I also had to consider that when she was
hanging naked from the beam, she was at my mercy. Still, I felt like I
was marching to my own execution.

    The cold wind made the idea of taking my clothes off less and less
appealing as we came into sight of the old pump house. Also, not
wanting to suffer this alone, I insisted that Kristen be nude as well.
Although I had kept her hanging for an hour and a half, and I was sure
she intended to make me suffer at least as long as I did her, I hoped
being completely nude she wouldn't be able to stand the cold that
long. Hell, I wasn't sure I could stand it that long. I mean, I had on
jeans, a sweatshirt and a fur lined wind breaker and I was already
cold. I could always look at the bright side, maybe she forgot the
whip. Not. Well, at least we wouldn't have to spend an hour getting
back to our clothes when this was over.

    As I stood naked and shivering in the pump house waiting for
Kristen to finish tying my wrists together, it occurred to me that
either of us should be eligible for a lifetime membership at the state
funny farm. I became certain of it as I stepped outside and the wind
cut across my naked skin like a million tiny razor blades. As I felt
Kristen's firm breasts pressing on my stomach as she hoisted me up I
knew I couldn't be crazy. I must like what I'm doing, otherwise why
would I be getting so wet between my legs. After all, what could be a
more natural turn on than hanging naked in the freezing wind waiting
to be horse whipped?

    I was waiting for Kristen to tie my ankles to a spreader stick
when realized she had a different plan. She also caught me by surprise
when I was about to protest this new plan as she slapped a piece of
sticky duct tape across my mouth. Mmmmmfp. So much for verbal
protests. All I could do was watch as she tied a long piece of rope to
each of my ankles. She then tied the first rope to the base of a small
nearby tree stretching my leg out and pulling me off to one side. It
was now clear to me what she was doing, and I'm not sure I liked it.
She repeated this with the other leg and pulled until my feet were a
good four feet apart. It wasn't so bad that my legs were spread,
except the way she had tied them also pulled down, effectively
increasing the strain on my arms and shoulders. That little word,
trust, kept popping into my mind as I hung naked and gagged with my
legs stretched between two trees. If it had been a mistake to trust
Kristen, I could end up in deep shit. That thought left me as the
first lash gave me something else to think about.

    It became immediately obvious to me that Kristen had used this
whip before. It was also apparent that there was much about this girl
I didn't know. As long as we had been classmates I couldn't recall her
being close with any of the other girls like she now was with me. Yet,
I was sure I was far from the first to feel that whip of hers. She
methodically worked her way first up one leg, then the other. It was
no mistake the way she had tied my legs, as unlike I did with her, she
left me no way to recoil from the blows. Even worse, my icy-cold skin
made the pain much more severe than it normally would have been. By
the time she was satisfied she had given sufficient attention to my
legs they felt like they were on fire. Then she started on my upper
body. She really knew how to use that whip. I was barely able to stand
the pain as she worked her way up onto my rib cage but when she
started on my breasts I thought I would go out of my mind. She placed
the first lash so that the tip snapped at my right nipple. It made my
entire breast explode with pain. Before I could recover I felt my
other tit explode with even more intense pain. This was too much. I
tried to tell her to stop but my screams couldn't get out. She gave me
four more and then stopped. I had never even imagined pain like this.
The screaming pain in my arms and shoulders was nothing compared to
the searing fire left by the whip. Tears poured down my cheeks as I
screamed in vain from my gagged mouth for her to let me down. What was
she doing now? I could hear her working the old pump inside. Gawd,
what was she, thirsty?

    It seemed like forever before Kristen finally came back out. At
first I couldn't figure what she had been doing then I noticed the
water dripping from the whip. Why would she put water on the whip?
Although my body felt as if it were on fire, I was sure the whip
hadn't been. "You doing okay?" Kristen asked in a mocking sort of way.
I tried to tell her "Hell no! Get me the fuck down from here!" but I
could only make muffled sounds through the duct tape. "That's great,"
she mocked again, "because I'm going to show how a real pussy whipping
feels." I began to realize why the whip was wet.

    Kristen went around behind me to where I couldn't see her. She
cracked the whip in the air and it sounded like a gun shot. I started
to feel like I was going to shit myself from the fear of what I knew
was coming. I was in no way prepared for what came next. Kristen let
the whip snap my clit on the first swing. I don't think it would have
hurt any more if she had torn it from me with red hot pliers. She then
laid five more deep in my vaginal lips before coming around to where I
could see her. If I hadn't been so well restrained, I'm sure my pain
dance would have put Fred Astaire to shame. The little bitch then
started whipping my pussy from the front. I screamed so much I
couldn't even hear myself anymore. She must have kept this up until I
finally passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up
still screaming, untied and inside the pump house with Kristen wiping
my forehead with a damp cloth.

    I was no longer in control of myself. I belted her square in the
nose, knocking her to the other side of the room. I had never been a
fighter or scrapper but all of my pain somehow turned into a rage of
which I had no control. Before Kristen had time to understand what was
happening, I was on top of her punching and kicking her in a violent
fit of rage the likes of which I'd never felt before or even to this
day. I had her beaten half into unconsciousness and was well on the
way to completing the job when she started screaming and crying,
"Please, no more, Daddy, please don't hit me anymore."

    My rage left me as fast as it had came. All the little pieces of
the puzzle were coming together. I went from a fit of rage to a fit of
crying as the meaning of what she said in her half conscious state
sunk into my brain. I started to feel sick as I looked at her curled
up on the floor, shaking all over with blood dripping from her nose
and mouth. I felt lower than a bug and prayed someone would step on
me. I tried to help her up but she just kicked at me and told me to
leave her alone. I couldn't really tell if it was more from anger or
embarrassment that she refused my help, but it was plain I should
leave her alone for awhile. I covered her with her clothes and both
jackets, then put on my jeans and sweatshirt and went outside to think
while I waited to see what Kristen was going to do. I was cold and
sore but there was no way this side of hell I was going to leave
Kristen here alone.

    My brain was rolling with imagined scenarios of what Kristen's
life was really like. It was obvious to me that her father beat her,
but to what extent? Other than stern words, I couldn't remember a time
when my dad, well, other than a spanking or two, ever lifted a hand to
me. I wondered if there was more to it than beatings. Kristen had
learned to use that whip somewhere. Had she learned from him? What a
thought.

    I'm not sure how long I waited before I heard Kristen moving
around inside. I felt so rotten about what I had done to her I no
longer cared about the whipping she had given me. Actually, I wished
someone would come by and shoot me in the head. I was so sore it took
a couple of tries to get to my feet but I did and went back inside to
see if Kristen would even talk to me. She had gotten dressed and was
trying to wash the dried blood from her face as I walked in. "I'm real
sorry Kristen, I don't know what happened, I just lost control of
myself, I guess. Really, I am so sorry." I said trying to apologize.

    The response from her wasn't what I expected. "Yea," she replied
in a kind of surely tone, "well, if you hadn't caught me by surprise,
I would have fucked you up." There was a few moments of silence then
Kristen cracked a little smile. The flood of relief that came over me
made me weak in the knees as I gave her a big hug. She let me help her
finish cleaning up and we started back for home. I may have forgotten
about the condition I was in with what went on at the pump house, but
it all came painfully back to me as we started the walk back. I wasn't
wearing any underwear and my jeans were killing my crotch. I tried
walking like John Wayne but that only made it worse. Finally I had no
choice but to take them off. As soon as I got my jeans off I sat down
to inspect myself. It was obvious I had been bleeding as my pubic hair
was stiff with dried blood. Just trying to move the hair aside so I
could see where the blood was coming from brought tears to my eyes.

    It was now Kristen's turn to say she was sorry, and she did, many
times. Nevertheless, I knew I would have to go the rest of the way
home bottomless. The cold wind stung my legs as we made our way back
through the woods. Although it still hurt to walk, the cold was far
better than trying to wear those tight jeans. The problem came when we
reached the edge of the woods. I did not want to walk across that open
field naked from the waist down, and I didn't want to put my jeans on
either. If I pulled my sweatshirt down enough to cover myself then it
made me walk with my legs together, and that hurt like hell. Fuck it.
For the first time in my life I forced myself to ignore my modesty and
we walked on to the house. It may sound like I'm talking brave, but,
as usual, there was no one besides Kristen to see me.

    I stood naked in front of my full length mirror in disbelief at
the reflection of myself. I looked like something from outer space
with all the red welts covering my body from head to toe. Damn, I
thought, she must have had a field day after I passed out. Kristen
denied that she had. I also asked about her father but she denied that
too. I suppose it was none of my business anyway, but I was curious
and, a bit concerned. No matter, it was my turn for the lotion
massage.

    I must give Kristen credit. For as vicious as she was at
inflicting pain, she was equally as passionate at giving pleasure. The
method she came up with to massage me with lotion was something I
probably would not have thought of in a hundred years, but it was
fantastic. First she rubbed lotion all over my back and legs. She then
straddled me on all fours and proceeded to use her pubic bush to rub
it all in. I know it sounds weird, but it made me cum twice before she
even finished my back. Actually, I think my second orgasm was from the
anticipation of her doing my front. In fact, after she started my
front, I knew it was. After rolling me over, she again covered me with
lotion. She then started at my feet, rubbing her thick bush up and
down my legs until all the lotion was massaged in. Every once in
awhile she would press herself down to give herself a little
stimulation as well. I could feel yet another orgasm building inside
me as she massaged my hips and then began to rub her hair on my
stomach. I don't even know how to describe the feeling, but I was
cuming again by the time she started to rub her bush across my erect
nipples. Kristen continued to tease my nipples and I kept cuming and
cuming until my body felt completely drained of energy. I felt like I
was in some sort of dreamland where everything was perfect. I could
see stars and colors and I never wanted to leave. Gawd, I felt good.


    It must have been real good because when I did come back it was
dark outside. What time was it? I had that unexplainable sinking
feeling you get when you think you overslept and missed something
important. You know, like you were supposed to pick up the President
at the airport three hours ago, or your parents are due home and the
dead body is still in the kitchen. I soon realized I missed nothing
important, but where was Kristen? The clock said nine. I knew it
wasn't morning, unless we were having an eclipse, and I was sure I'd
have heard about it if one was planned. So what happened to Kristen? I
looked all through the house. No Kristen. I couldn't believe she would
just take off without saying anything. Feeling between my legs, I
realized she had put lotion on me there. She must have done it after I
fell asleep. Funny that didn't wake me up. Maybe she left a note
somewhere. I started looking for one.

    After an exhaustive search of the house, I finally found her note
in the most unlikely place imaginable. Stuck under the pillow I was
sleeping on. What a crazy place to leave a note. She explained that I
looked so peaceful and happy she didn't want to wake me, but that she
had to get home and she would call me later. What did she mean by
later? Later that night? Later that week? Later on in life? Hell, why
be specific, I'll just set around and wait. I thought about calling
her house but after the last time, I wasn't sure I was up to playing
twenty questions with her family only to be told she was busy or
something. Fuck it. I turned off the ringer on the phone and went back
to bed. I could check the answer machine in the morning.

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