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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {DonWinslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 4) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil)
Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 16:10:03 -0400
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Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
By Don Winslow

Part 4: Monday
 
Over the next six days, Candace Ashbee was to be used shamelessly, 
degraded and humiliated, and fucked in every conceivable manner by four 
healthy, randy, and revenge-minded men.  They never left her alone in 
the cabin, for even if all four of her captors were not present, at 
least one stayed there constantly, keeping her company during that long 
and arduous week.  Throughout her ordeal, the girl was kept a naked 
slave.  Made to wear a dog's collar.  Made to cook their meals wearing 
nothing but that leather collar, her high heels and an apron -- an 
apron that came off the moment she sat down to join the others at the 
table.  She ate her meals without a stitch of clothing, naked breasts 
exposed.  And afterwards, she would take her place on the floor at 
their feet, a handy serving girl who promptly scurried to fetch the men 
cigars, and drinks, and obediently offered her voluptuous body to be 
freely fondled by roaming hands who passed her along from one to the 
other.

She quickly learned the price of disobedience. It was far better to do 
whatever her captors demanded than to risk being left strung up from 
the raftered ceiling.   She hated that most of all!  She also hated 
having the horrible ballgag jammed between her gaping teeth.  This, she 
found, could be easily avoided if she stayed silent, speaking only when 
spoken to, and eagerly volunteering mouth and lips and tongue solely 
for the purpose of pleasuring her captors. 

But she learned on Monday that the men had yet other means of 
punishment at their disposal.

Whenever she was given a command, she was to smile and to obey, 
instantly, no matter how outrageous the order might be.  For less than 
quick and enthusiastic compliance, or even for what they saw as a 
sullen attitude, she would inevitably be punished.

In such cases, the preferred punishment took the form of being tied 
down over a low trestle and repeatedly spanked with a wooden paddle.  
The paddling was carried out each evening at a 9:00pm "discipline 
session," when she would be called to account for the day's 
infractions.
The captive dreaded those discipline sessions. 

It was Lewis, the engineer, who designed and built the trestle.  It 
looked like a gym horse tilted so that it was lowered at one end.  It 
was a simple wooden frame: the tilted crossbar, wedge-shaped and padded 
in rubber, mounted on sturdy legs only 15 inches off the floor. At the 
lower end, a rod stuck out to either side to be gripped by the mounted 
rider who rode the trestle as a jockey rides a horse, head down, ass 
high.

For a discipline session, she was made to crawl to the trestle, naked 
but for high heels and stockings.  To take the mandated position, she 
had to slither up its length, straddling the crossbar on hands and 
knees, bringing her torso up lengthwise along the padded bar.  Then she 
would reach out to grip the bar so she was stretched out with the 
wedged-shaped rubber pressed into the valley between her hanging 
breasts then into her belly all the way to her crotch.  A wide leather 
belt was passed around her lower back tying her down to the bar, while 
a second looped her just below the shoulders, pinning her even more 
firmly in place.  Crouching down over the trestle, her dangling breasts 
hung down on either side of the padded bar, while her extended buttocks 
were raised, nicely served up to be used ...in whatever way the men 
desired.

The men took turns paddling her, often looking for the flimsiest to 
excuse to force the girl to arch her back and present her tempting 
bottom, each more eager than the last to take up the paddle and get in 
a few solid licks.  The paddle they used had begun life as a ping pong 
paddle, a short handle attached to a pliant oval blade with a textured 
rubber facing.  It delivered a sharp sting.  It was most effective.

The captive was ordered to raise her head so as to look at the men who 
crowded around her, while the one designated to perform the deed knelt 
by her jutting ass, paddle at the ready.  The first time it was Eddy 
who won the toss.  He seemed in no hurry to get on with the spanking.  
He took his time in a pleasant diversion, admiring those full-fleshed, 
tautly-drawn curves.
 
Grabbing hold of her butt, he wobbled the two generous handfuls. Then 
he slid his thumbs from either side into the middle o f the crack to 
pry her open.  The woman burned with humiliation to realize he was 
holding back her straining buttocks, holding her open to expose her 
asshole to the huddle of men, who joked and laughed.   And when he let 
her pliant cheeks snap shut, he tarried there, cupping her, letting a 
generous buttcheek spill through a clenching fingers, then employing a 
single finger to trace her cringing crack from the top of her ass to 
the where it ended right up between her legs, tickling the hairy 
perineum in a gentle goosing soon had her wiggling excitedly.  And 
while she was still squirming he took the pouch of her underslung pussy 
in his hand and began to lavishly fondle the delightfully soft flesh of 
her furry vulva.   Candace bit off an involuntary moan.  The hand 
withdrew.

For a moment nothing happened.  She waited tensely.  The she felt the 
paddle lightly tapping her bare bottom.  It amused him to see her 
anxious butt clench in fearful reflex, the coiled muscles tightening 
down, the rearcrack drawn to a narrow slit.  Then he hauled off and 
gave her hardened ass a quick whack, crisply meeting the proffered 
rump, flattening the jutting curves with a solid slap that sent the 
jellied mounds wobbling and had the woman jacking up and letting out a 
high-pitched yelp, again and again,at each repeated slap.

These spankings were never severe, nor were the discipline sessions 
especially long, lasting usually only a few minutes.  Their purpose was 
not so much to inflict pain as to humiliate, to debase the proud boss 
woman, and to amuse her captors.  Afterwards, she was made to stand 
facing the corner in her high heels, her blushing bottom left on open 
display like schoolgirl who'd been punished, while the men talked among 
themselves and planned the next day's events. 


End of Part 4
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
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