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Attone - Part 9 (Fdom-F, MF, orgy, slave)
by AnonPIXNIX Author (c) 1990

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     For the first time since had Cheryl sat on his dick, John
opened his eyes. He was stunned by what was transpiring before
him. The feast was to much for his mind to decide what entree to
look at, and his eyes went from Lynn masturbating with three
fingers in her spread box to Pam, head thrown back, reaching
orgasm with the help of the vibrator, to Beth, nose buried in his
wife's ass, as she licked Barbara's much used cunt and finally to
Barbara's cum covered face. He felt Cheryl's weight shift as she
leaned back and rested on his chest. He hated to admit it but
Cheryl was one hot woman and one helluva fuck. In spite of, or
maybe it was because of, all Cheryl had done to his wife, he
found a new admiration for this young gal.
     Cheryl relaxed against John and watched everyone around her
pleasing themselves in various manners. When it became obvious
that all, with the possible exception of Beth, had reached
orgasm, she got off John's lap and summoned Barbara to join her
in the center of the room. When Barbara was positioned correctly,
Cheryl reached behind her to a snack tray and removed some objects.
     "You've done well tonight, Barbara, with the exceptions a
slip of the tongue and some uncalled for hesitation now and then.
In lieu of your fine performances elsewhere, I've decided your
punishment should be light this time. First, let's hope these
clothes pins will help to remind you of your transgressions and
teach you not to treat your mistresses with respect." Cheryl held
a clip-on clothes pin in each hand and showed them to Barbara
before opening their jaws and attaching one to each of Barbara's
nipples. She watched as Barbara winced when she released each pin
and it squeezed each nipple almost flat. Cheryl reached back to
the snack table and grabbed a sand paper covered ping-pong
paddle. "Secondly, I believe a spanking is in order here to
stress the seriousness of your misdeeds. Tell me, Barbara. How
many whacks do you think you deserve tonight?" Cheryl looked at
Barbara's eyes, filled with pain and shame, and held the paddle
up for her to see. She waited for a reply.
     "I ... I ... I don't know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara looked
pleadingly at Cheryl as tears began to swell in the corner of her
eyes. "Please, Mistress Cheryl. Don't spank me tonight. I promise
it won't happen again. I've learned to obey you and my mistress-
es. I'll do anything you want just please, please no spanking and
please take these clothes pins off my nipples. They hurt bad."
     "They should hurt, Barbara. That's why we call it punish-
ment. It wouldn't be much discipline if they felt good. But I
still think you should be spanked. Since you don't know how many
strokes of the paddle you deserve, I have an idea how to settle
it. Excuse me." Cheryl left the room and went to the kitchen. She
promptly returned holding a cold cucumber in her hand which she
held up for the sobbing Barbara to look at. "If you can hold this
cucumber in your cunt, with legs spread mind you, for 20 minutes
you won't be spanked. HOWEVER, for each second it is out of your
pussy, you'll get one stroke. When, and if, the cucumber falls,
you can bend down, pick it up and put it back in - then put your
hands back behind your head. I'll count out each second. When the
20 minutes is up, we'll total the seconds I've counted and that's
how many strokes you'll get. Got it?"
     "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. P...Please ..." Barbara's pleas were
cut short when Cheryl reached out and repositioned the clothes
pins on her nipples. The pain increased when the pins were
released but was greatly magnified when they were reattached.
Barbara knew that she couldn't possible hold that big cucumber in
her vagina for 20 minutes. The combination of her 2 orgasms and
Beth's tongue had made her vagina very slippery.

     "No more begging. You'll have your opportunity to beg as you
beg each one her for their forgiveness of your blubbering during
this punishment session when you show them your "respect". Are
you ready?" Cheryl gritted her teeth and her annoyance at
Barbara's crying showed.
     "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."
     "Very well then." Cheryl bent down and prodded Barbara's
legs to spread them a little further apart. After Barbara adjust-
ed her widened stance, Cheryl began inserting the cucumber into
her pussy. It went in with very little resistance and Cheryl knew
it wouldn't stay there long. She stepped back and pressed the
button on her watch to start timing the "endurance test".
     Barbara felt the cucumber begin to slip out of her almost
the instant Cheryl released it. She tried to squeeze her vagina
around it and that seemed to make it want to slide out faster
yet. Within the first minute, the cuke popped out onto the floor
and Barbara rushed down to pick it up and reinsert it into her
twat as Cheryl counted the seconds elapsing out loud. As Barbara
pushed it back in, the girls laughed and shouted advice, telling
her to stick it all the way in. Barbara finally got back into
position as Cheryl's count reached five. She remembered reading
an article in one of John's Penthouse magazines about Asian women
who trained their vaginas to squeeze tight around an object and
she wished now that she paid more attention to it. Again the
damned cuke hit the floor and Barbara, in tears now, raced to get
it back in, much to the delight of the howling spectators. This
time Barbara wiped the cucumber dry on her leg before ramming it
into her pussy as far as she could. That seemed to work much
better and it remained in longer, but it inevitably did fall out
again and Barbara repeated the process over and over until,
finally, Cheryl signalled that time had run out.
     "47 seconds." Cheryl announced to her guests as they all
gasped "ooh". "47 strokes. Now Barbara, had you not thrown a
crying fit and said '10' when I asked you how many strokes you
thought you deserved, we probably would have said "okay". But
your pitiful whining cost you 37 more strokes. Let's see, to
round things off, that's 12 strokes from each." Cheryl held the
paddle out towards Barbara and then "readjusted" the clothespins
on her nipples once more. "Now, take this paddle, on your hands
and knees, to each of our guests, starting with Pam, and ask each
one to give you your deserved punishment. When they finish with
the paddling, I want you to show them your respect. Do you
understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara took the paddle and got down
on all fours.
     "Tell me then how you're going to show them your respect."
Cheryl teased.
     Barbara's face turned crimson. She not only had to do it,
but she had to tell them out loud that she was going to kiss
their asses. "I'm going to ........." She couldn't say the words.
     Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair and yanked her head up. "Yes?
Go on. What are you going to do?"
     Barbara, startled by the sudden hair yanking, spit the words
out. "I'm going to kiss their ass, Mistress Cheryl."
     "Very good." Cheryl chimed, as her grip on Barbara's hair
tightened. "Describe HOW you're going to kiss their ass, Barba-
ra."
     This was unbearable to the poor Barbara. "With my lips and
... and ... my tongue. I'm going to lick their assholes, Mistress
Cheryl." Tears were streaming down Barbara's face now. The
combination of Cheryl pulling her hair and the clothespins on her
nipples didn't hurt as much as having to say those words.
     "Okay. Now get started. And if you know what's good for you,
you'll work that tongue of yours like you've never worked it
before. Remember, I'm last with the paddle and if I don't think
you're doing your best, I'll make sure you won't be able to sit
for a week. One more thing. I want you to count each stroke, out
loud, followed by "Mistress whoever' so that you won't forget
their names again. Go!" Cheryl stood, still naked, in the center
of the room and watched Barbara crawl over to Pam.

     Barbara handed the paddle to Pam and asked her to "Please
punish me". Pam took the paddle and stood up and directed Barbara
to turn around and put her forehead on the floor. When Barbara
was positioned, Pam took the first swing. It wasn't a strong
swing and the room filled with boos and chided her to put more
feeling into it. The second blow was harder and began to turn
Barbara's cheeks pink.
     As instructed, Barbara counted each stroke with a "Mistress
Pam" following. Each time the sandpaper covered paddle landed,
the pain increased and caused Barbara to lunge forward a bit
which, in turn, caused the clothespins on her nipples to drag on
the carpet and pull on her tits. By the time she had counted the
twelfth stroke, Barbara's cheeks were bright red and very sore.
Pam then instructed her to show "her respect" and got down on her
knees with her upper body resting on the sofa. Barbara crawled
around to Pam's exposed ass, reached up to spread her cheeks, and
began tonguing her ass.
     As Barbara tongued Pam, Cheryl kept shouting instructions.
"Work that tongue faster," she said. "Get it in deeper...deeper. 
Pull her buttocks wide."
     Barbara followed each order exactly. Partly to avoid the
wrath of Cheryl and partly to delay the next set of blows from
the bigger and stronger Beth. Pam began pushing her hips into
Barbara's face harder and harder and Barbara responded by trying
to push her tongue into Pam's ass deeper and deeper. Barbara had
mixed feelings when she heard Cheryl proclaim that was enough for
Pam. On one hand she was glad that part was over, but on the
other, her aching butt would now be subject to more pain.
     Finally, it was over. Barbara had been spanked by all three
guests and had licked their asses until her tongue was almost as
sore as her backside which literally glowed like a bright red
Chinese lantern. The mere thought of touching it sent shivers
through her body. She had no idea how she would get by Cheryl's
paddling. She held back the sobs and crawled over to Cheryl, who
was now sitting on the arm of John's chair, and offered her the
paddle.
     "Please punish me, Mistress Cheryl." she whimpered as she
planted her head firmly into the carpet.
      Cheryl took the paddle and moved around to Barbara's elevat-
ed rump, then back to her head. "That sweet little ass of yours
looks real sore Barbara. What would you do if I let you off with
no more paddling?"
     "Oh, I'd do anything .. anything at all, Mistress Cheryl.
Please don't paddle me any more, Mistress Cheryl. I hurt so much,
Mistress Cheryl." Barbara felt elated that she might not have to
go through any more paddling. She would do just about anything to
avoid it. Her ass felt like the skin covering it had been sanded
off.
     "Start licking my feet." Cheryl watched the agonizing
Barbara leap forward and begin licking her feet. She reveled in
the power she held over the woman and was glorified to display
this power to her friends. "That's it. Just like last time. Don't
forget to get in between each toe. Now, here's what I'll do. I'll
give you ten minutes to suck my pussy. If I come during those ten
minutes, I'll forgive your spanking and let you show me your
respect, after which, you're done for the night. Agreed?"
     Barbara's mouth remained glued to Cheryl's feet. "Yes,
Mistress Cheryl. I'll make you come, Mistress Cheryl. I promise."
She flung her head between Cheryl's thighs and began moving her
tongue over her mistresses vagina as expertly as she knew how.
She imagined how she'd like it done to her and used her hands to
spread Cheryl's lips and allow her tongue access to the clitoris.
She was excited to see Cheryl respond to her probing, and moved
her tongue back and forth over Cheryl's vagina as she let a
finger begin playing with the puckered rim of her tormentor's
ass. Barbara glanced up to look at Cheryl's face and noticed John
watching her intently. The sight of him watching her do this
rattled her and she shut her eyes and concentrated on avoiding
any more spanking by giving Cheryl the orgasm she wanted. It
didn't seem like ten minutes had passed before Cheryl began to
buck her hips uncontrollably and start moaning. A few seconds
later Cheryl grabbed Barbara's head and pushed it into her cunt
as she came wildly. Barbara, hoping to get the night over with,
slowed her tongue and allowed Cheryl to come down from her high.
She then began working on Cheryl's asshole with as much vigor as
on her cunt. As she worked her tongue around and into the gleam-
ing rim, Barbara repeatedly mumbled, "I respect you, Mistress
Cheryl. Thank you, Mistress Cheryl." 

     John stared at the road ahead as he drove home. His wife sat
beside him, sore, exhausted and naked. Cheryl had instructed her
to remain naked until she reached home. She also told her to keep
the cucumber inside her pussy during the ride and that she would
find out if she had disobeyed. Barbara sat and twirled the
cucumber between her legs. She wondered how long this would go
on. How long must she endure the humiliation and pain. A feeling
inside her told her it would go on and on. She leaned back
against the seat. Her eyes closed and her mouth formed a wide
grin as she dozed.


Future episodes planned are:
       The Bitching
       The Outing
       The Descent
 
