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                                DIARY OF CAROLYN
                                  Part 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 door bell 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.
       
       end part 13


