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CHAPTER 9

As Susan was escorted into the sitting room, she saw two couples. The men rose from their
seats as she walked in, and Peter, dropping his arm, led her to the center of the room.
“Susan, I’d like you to meet some very close friends of mine,” he started. “This is Alex,
indicating the older man. “And his wife, Janet,” The woman remained seated and smiled
broadly at Susan.
Alex was probably forty-five years old while his wife seemed much younger, perhaps thirty.
She was a pleasant slender woman, who had smallish breasts and long light red hair. Alex wore glasses and his
salt and pepper dark hair was grey at his temples, making him look very distinguished.
Turning, Peter introduced to the other couple. “This is Richard, and his wife Leona,” Peter
said. Leona smiled, almost wryly and warmly welcomed Susan. Richard also wore thick rimmed glasses and
had a touch of grey in his dark hair.
As the other men and Susan sat, Peter asked Susan if she’d like to join them in a cocktail.
Susan nodded in reply. Peter left the room, and Leona was first to speak.
“Peter is such a lucky man,” she said, “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you very much,” was all that Susan could find to say, and she felt her cheeks warm
as she blushed. Susan asked how long they had known Peter.
Alex told her that they had all known one another for the past six or seven years. As he was
speaking, the door opened and Peter walked in, carrying Susan’s drink, as well as one for
himself.
“Alright, what sorts of nasty things are you telling her about me?” he asked jokingly.
“Nothing at all dear,” Leona replied for the group.
“We’ve been talking about how long we’ve known each other,” Alex said.
Peter looked thoughtfully, “That’s right, it’s been more than six years now,” he said. Handing
Susan her drink, he told her that he and Alex had first met when he had bought the
controlling shares of the Pharmaceutical company. He told Susan that Alex was the brain of
the business, that Alex was the President and CEO, while he had been relegated to
Chairman of the Board of Directors.
Peter sat in his own seat across the room, and continued to tell Susan about his friends.
Richard here, runs a financial investment and banking company downtown. He told Susan
that Leona owned a nightclub in the city, as well as several boutiques around the city and
suburbs.
Susan looked at Leona, she was smiling and looking at Susan all the while. She told Peter
not to make it sound if she were a tycoon, after all, her husband Richard’s company had
initially bankrolled the entire business venture.
Richard spoke up, “She’s been doing wonderfully with all of her business interests,” he said
proudly, “Leona paid off the investors early and sets record sales nearly each month.”
“That’s why I married him,” Leona said wittingly, “I’ve always needed someone else to speak
highly of me.”
They all laughed at the remark. Alex told Susan that while Janet was a housewife, she had
recently completed courses at a well known Culinary school and that she was quite the
chef. Beautiful Janet said nothing, she just lowered her eyes apparently modest at her
accomplishment.
Peter told the group that Susan was a businesswoman, “She works for Vaughn and
Lambert downtown, near you, Richard,” he said.
Richard spoke up, “Yes, they’re really strong. Good capital, strong management, they’re
going places.”
“Leave it to Richard to always bring up the ‘bottom-line,” Peter remarked, then chuckled.
The group talked for a while, getting to know each other Susan listened raptly. Probably about a half hour
After she’d sat, a soft knock came at the door. It opened and Robert standing in the doorway,
formally announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, dinner is served.”
With the announcement they all rose and filed out of the sitting room, and into the dining
room. When Susan entered the dining room, Peter led her to her chair at the end of the
table. He pulled her chair for her, and gently slid it forward as she sat. The others had taken
their seats, and Susan realized that place cards had been placed at each seat. They were
lovely embossed ivory colored cards, held in silver holders.
Peter walked around to the opposite end of the table, and sat at the head of the table.
Susan followed the lead of the others, and removed her linen napkin from the silver napkin
ring, and placed it in her lap, over the black velvet gown she wore. She remembered that
she was wearing nothing, other than her stockings, underneath, and wondered if Peter were
thinking those same thoughts.
Robert served each course, and Peter and his guests talked while they ate a wonderful
dinner. At one point, Leona told Peter that Juan would have to give her his recipe for
the veal they were enjoying.
“I’ll tell him, but I don’t think he will,” Peter laughed. “He keeps his secrets very well.”
Susan noticed that Peter would look at her every so often and as he did, a smile would
come to his lips. By the same token, she noticed that Leona would look at her and smile
also. Alex was fairly outgoing and spoke a great deal. Richard would speak only
occasionally, and Janet hardly said a word.
They finished their deserts, and as Robert came to clear the table, Peter informed him that
they would be taking brandies in the sitting room.
“Of course, Sir,” came Robert’s reply.
“If you ladies and gentlemen don’t mind, let’s retire to the sitting room.” Peter announced.
They all rose and slowly walked again, down the hallway entering the sitting room, and in
just a few moments, a soft knock on the door, then it opened. Robert was balancing a silver
tray with one hand, and opening the door with his other. The tray held six brandy snifters,
each about a third full of amber liquid.
After he’d served everyone, Robert was about to leave the room and Peter spoke, “Robert,
if you would please tell Juan and Charles, that we won’t need them any longer this evening.
After you’ve cleaned up, you may all have the remainder of the weekend off.”
Robert turned, and with a bowing gesture, said, “Thank you very much, Sir. I hope that all of
you have a pleasant evening, and weekend.” With that, he turned and left the room, closing
the doors behind him.
After twenty or thirty minutes of enjoying the brandy and each other’s company, another soft
knock at the door. It opened and Robert stood in the doorway, “If you won’t need anything
else, Sir, I’ll bid you Goodnight,” he said.
“Goodnight, Robert.” Peter replied. The door closed and Peter explained to the guests, that
it was Robert’s way of letting Peter know that the servants had left.
They chatted for another few minutes, and at one point, Leona turned to Susan and asked,
“Did Fiona make that gown for you?”
Susan replied, “Why, yes she did.”
Leona explained that she thought she’d recognized the work, and went on to tell Susan that
she absolutely adored the dress.
Peter spoke up, “Why don’t you stand in the center here, and let everyone see,” gesturing to
the middle of the group.
Susan felt herself blush, but setting the brandy snifter on the table next to her chair, rose
and moved to the center of the room. At Peter’s prompting, she slowly turned around. She
felt their eyes looking at her and she felt rather uncomfortable.
“Why don’t you turn and face Richard and Fiona,” Peter prompted.
Susan turned and faced the couple seated on the sofa. She felt elegant, and saw the two as
they smiled at her. Fiona spoke, “She is quite beautiful Peter, don’t you agree Richard?”
Richard nodded his agreement. Then Peter spoke.
“Susan, I want you to show us all what you’re wearing beneath your gown.”
Susan was more than startled at the command, indeed she was flabbergasted. She froze in
her spot, and turning her head, managed only after a couple of seconds to ask, “I beg you
pardon?”
Peter replied, “You heard me, I want you to bend over, and lift the hem of your dress above
your waist so that we all can see you.”
Susan, still frozen, was contemplating his words. Surely she must have misunderstood,
maybe he meant something else.
Peter, in an abrupt tone reminded Susan, “You will do whatever I want, whenever I want it.
Now do as you’re told.”
Susan felt her face blush crimson, and slowly she bent at the waist, gathering the folds of
fabric in her trembling hands. She grasped the gown and stood straight, lifting her hands
until she was exposed from the waist down.
Susan heard a couple of gasps from the guests, then Leona was laughing, “Peter, you do
like to keep them bald down there, don’t you?” she said mockingly.
Susan felt her heart pounding in her chest, and felt the cool air of the room as it surrounded
her lower body. She involuntarily shivered, and then obeyed Peter’s next command to turn
around so that Alex and Janet could see her as well.
She turned and saw Alex seeming to study her sex, while Janet looked wordlessly into
Susan’s eyes. Perhaps Susan hoped to find sympathy in this quiet woman’s eyes, instead,
a slow smile came to her lips.
Peter gave his next command, “I want you to remove your dress completely, and bring it to
me.” he said simply.
Susan, beside herself, hesitated for only a moment, then allowed the fabric she held in her
hands to fall. With trembling hands, her fingers worked the zipper at her side, sliding it
slowly down. With her arm crossed over her torso, she held the gown to her, as if to
preserve her modesty for at least another moment, then she allowed the dress to fall from
her, using her hands to lower it to the floor, then stepped from it.
Picking up the gown, she carried it to Peter. He stood and took it from her, then said, “I want
you to present yourself to Alex and Janet. He moved away, and laid the dress over the back
of one of the unused chairs in the room, and watched Susan move in front of Alex and his
wife, then parting her feet, raised her arms.
She stood in front of the couple with her fingers interlocked behind her head. Her thumbs
felt the clasp of the necklace around her neck. She dare not look at the couple, instead she
fixed her gaze straight ahead.
In another moment, she felt hands at her breasts. Alex was stroking the flesh of her left
breast, while Janet’s slender cool fingers gently caressed her right. Still stroking her breast
with one hand, Alex used his other to feel between her legs. Susan shuddered at his touch,
but did not break her position, nor did she look down. In another moment, she felt Janet’s
soft hand gently caressing her backside.
“She’s so soft and smooth,” Janet almost breathlessly said, practically the first words she spoke that evening.
Alex agreed.
Peter had moved back to his seat, and instructed Susan to give Richard and Leona an
opportunity to explore her. Susan lowered her arms and crossed to the couple, then with her
feet once again spread, she raised her arms, placing her hands behind her head with her
elbows pointing straight to her sides.
As she stood, Fiona placed her hand over Susan’s sex, almost as if cupping it with her
hand. Without warning, she moved her hand slightly and plunged a single finger into Susan.
Susan let out a soft grunt, and her hips jerked back a bit. She felt Richard’s hands at her
breasts, kneading both, and toying with her light brown nipples.
“She’s absolutely beautiful Peter, I do hope we’ll have the opportunity to play with her
tonight.” she said.
“Of course we will,” he answered. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you all go upstairs to the
guest suite, and change. I’ll take Susan downstairs first, then change and get you all when
we’re ready.
With that, they all rose, Susan took a step back while Fiona and Richard stood then moved
to the door. Janet and Alex followed them through.
Peter moved to Susan, and after telling her to lower her arms, lifted her right wrist and
removed the bracelet, then reaching behind her neck, opened the clasp of her necklace and
removed it, the earrings followed. He moved to a table and opening the drawer, he placed her jewelry inside,
then removed something else.
As he moved to Susan, he handed her four leather cuffs. She saw that they were her wrist
and ankle cuffs. He told her to remove her shoes and stockings then to put the cuffs on.
Susan took the cuffs from him, then sat on the floor, pulling off her shoes and lifting each leg
as she pulled the silk stockings down and slipping them from her feet. With tears forming in her eyes, she then
knelt and applied her ankle cuffs, then standing, she buckled the wrist cuffs over her wrists.
When she’d finished, Peter sternly said, “Follow me,” and he turned and led her out of the
room and down the hallway to the cellar door. She followed him down the stairs and across
the cellar into the dungeon room. A million thoughts were flooding her head, she wanted to
stop, she wanted to ask Peter what was going to happen, but she could say nothing, only
follow him into the dungeon room.
He pointed to where he wanted Susan to stand, and moved to the electrical control panel.
He operated the switch to the hoist, and the chain slowly lowered. When it was in front of
Susan at her eye level, he stopped the hoist, and moved to the cupboard then returned to
Susan with a carabiner clip in his hand. He ordered her to extend her arms, and as she
did, he clipped the rings of her wrist cuffs together, then to the chain on the hoist.
Moving back to the control panel, he raised the chain until Susan’s arms were fully extended
above her head, and she was standing on tiptoe. Peter stopped the hoist and moved to
Susan, inspecting the cuffs, then turned and left her alone in the room.
Susan stood on her tiptoes in the center of the dungeon room. Only a few moments earlier,
she’d felt so beautiful and elegant in her lovely evening gown. Now it seemed like she was
nothing more than a piece of meat, hanging from a hook. After several minutes, she felt the
strain on her arms, and her legs were growing tired too, from the strain of standing on her
toes.
She hoped that this was all a terrible joke, and that Peter would come into the room and let
her down. But even more time passed and nothing. She looked about the room, and it was
the same as when she’d last been here, with one exception. There were now five canvass
folding chairs, set up in the room, almost as if it were a theater. There were a couple of
small tables sitting next to the chairs, each held an ashtray.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the room opened, and Peter entered. He was
followed by the others, each of them were wearing short terry cloth robes, that fell about mid
thigh. They were chatting and laughing as they entered, and as if on cue, they formed a
semicircle around the suspended Susan.
“How darling,” Fiona was the first to remark. The others agreed that she was beautiful as
she hung.
“What’s first tonight Peter?” Fiona asked.
Peter spoke, “I have a special surprise for all of you now.” He moved to the control panel,
and lowered the hoist, Susan’s arms felt relief from the tension that they had endured.
When the chain had lowered sufficiently, Peter moved to her and unclipped the wrist cuffs
from the chain, then removed the clip from the metal rings in her cuffs. He told Susan to
present herself to his friends, then turned and at the control panel, lifting the chain till it was
well above her head.
“Susan, I want you to lower your arms and turn around,” he said. Then to the others, “I have
worked very hard to make this dungeon unique, and as you’ll see, I’ve spared no expense.”
Susan had lowered her arms and stood with them at her side, she watched as Peter went to
a spot in the center of the back wall of the room, then removed several sections of the
soundproof foam from the wall. As he pulled the foam away from the wall, Susan and the
others could see two large wooden panels almost looking like a heavy wooden door that ran
from floor to ceiling. There was a horizontal seam where the two heavy wooden panels met,
somewhat lower than halfway up the wall there was a hole in the center of the wood, and it
was obvious that both the upper panel and lower panel had a semicircle cut through. The
hole was lined with what appeared to be padded leather.
Peter then moved back to the electrical control panel, and operating another switch, the
upper panel raised. Susan stood and looked curiously, her eyes drifted down, and she
noticed that there were two metal rings, set into the concrete floor, and she then understood what
they were for.
When the upper panel had raised sufficiently, Peter moved the switch to the off position, he
then went to the cupboard and retrieved several more of the clips, then moved toward
Susan.
“How clever,” was Fiona’s remark as Peter grasped Susan by her upper arm, then guided
her to the opening in the wall.
Peter spoke, “Janet, why don’t you give me a hand for a moment, dear.”
Janet moved behind Susan and Peter. When they’d reached the desired spot in front of the
opening, he handed two of the clips to Janet and instructed her to fasten them to her ankle
cuffs then to the rings set in the floor.
Janet replied, “Yes, Sir,” and took the clips from Peter’s hand, then knelt behind Susan,
using her hands to gently pull on Susan’s ankle to get her foot next to the metal ring in the
floor. She opened the carabiner clip and clipped it over the ring at Susan’s ankle, then
pulling a bit more, managed to hook the clip over the metal ring in the floor, allowing the clip
to close. As she moved to secure the other ankle cuff, Susan noticed that Peter had moved
away, he was further down the wall, pressing the hidden panel and the door popped open.
She watched as he pulled the door to the room open, then as he flipped the light switch,
bright light came from the open panels and the doorway Peter had just passed through.
Susan blinked several times at the bright light, then after a few seconds, her eyes adjusted.
Janet had finished securing her other ankle cuff to the floor, and had moved back with the
others. Susan saw through the open panels and there were two lengths of chain, fixed to
the wall on the other side of the small room behind the panels. Peter told Susan to rest her
hips against the lower panel, and as she did, she felt the leather padded opening at her
lower abdomen.
“This lower panel is just a bit high,” Peter announced, and then moved away, to the doorway
into the dungeon room, and across to the control panel. He operated a switch and Susan
felt the panel pressing into her stomach, lower slowly. In a few moments, her hips rested on
the leather padding and Peter turned the switch off. As he moved again to the hidden
doorway, he told the guests to pull the chairs forward, so they could relax and enjoy the
view.
Susan heard shuffling behind her, and the legs of the chairs as they were scooted across
the concrete floor.
Peter was in the tiny room, on the other side of the panels now, and told Susan to bend over
the panel, and extend her arms. As she obeyed, Peter took her extended right arm, and
used another clip to hold the ring of her wrist cuff there. Once her hips were resting on the
leather padding at the lower half of the opening, Susan felt Peter pulling her arm further,
then used his free hand to capture the length of chain that was secured to the far wall. He
quickly clipped the clip holding her wrist cuff, to the chain, then moved back a step to repeat
the process with her left wrist cuff. Susan was bent over at the waist, ninety degrees, her
arms stretched out, secured in place by the chain and her wrist cuffs.
Peter moved from her, and walked back to the door. Leaving the bright lights on, he closed
the door behind him, and moved once again to the control panel. Susan could hear remarks
the guests were making about how lovely her backside looked when she was tethered in
this position.
Peter turned and watched as he operated the switch on the control panel. The upper half of
the wooden panel slowly lowered. When it was nearly closed, he stopped the motor
lowering the panel, and walked to Susan. All that was to be seen was her backside and
widely stretched legs. The upper half of her body was held by her wrists secured in the next
room by her wrist cuffs.
Peter inspected the leather padded opening and made certain that when the two halves
closed, that Susan’s hips would remain in the opening. He then moved back and operating
the switch, lowered the upper panel until it met the lower half. Susan felt the leather padding
as it pressed to her lower back, then heard the two panels as they met. She tried to wriggle
her hips just a bit, but they were held in place by both panels.
Her arms were stretched straight out, and apart by the chains. She hung her head between
them, and wondered what was about to happen to her.
Peter acknowledged the several remarks made by his guests, then moved to the wall where
Susan stood. He lifted a foam square from the floor, and pressed it to the wooden panel
above Susan. With another, he covered the upper panel completely. He worked another
foam panel between her legs and the lower panel, and pressed that soundproof square
back into place. After he’d replace the last panel, he stood.
His guests were treated to a view of Susan’s backside. It seemed like it was growing from
the spot in the wall where she stood. Her buttocks quivered slightly as she shifted weight
from one leg to the other, but there was very little room for movement.
Peter announced that he had one more surprise for his guests and he moved to a spot
about three feet to the left of Susan, and pulled another foam panel from the wall, revealing
a television monitor. He turned it on, and immediately there came a picture of Susan’s head,
as it hung between her outstretched arms, and her upper torso. His friends laughed and
applauded as he moved back across the room.
Peter pulled the remaining chair to join the others and sat. He said slyly, “Now, ladies and
gentlemen, let us consider the possibilities.
They sat and talked for a few minutes, then Alex had the idea. “Why don’t we all draw lots,
then take turns punishing her backside, each of us using something different?” This seemed
to meet with everyone’s approval.
Fiona then chimed in, “Once we’ve released her, we’ll let her guess who administered which
blows and what they used.” Again, they all were in agreement.
Peter rose and explaining that he was going to get a deck of cards, and some drinks, and
they could entertain themselves however they liked. As he left the room, Fiona rose and
moved to Susan’s helpless backside. She stroked the globes of flesh with her hands,
sometimes grabbing each tightly in her hands, then releasing them.
Susan felt the slender fingers at her backside, but realized that once the panels had closed,
she could hear nothing from the dungeon room. Raising her head, she saw something else.
It was a small camera, pointed at her face. Was she being recorded again? She felt the
slender fingers as they grasped her buttocks, then pulled them apart. She felt tears welling
in her eyes, unable to do anything to stop whatever was about to happen to her.
In a few minutes, another set of hands joined the first. They patted her fleshy backside, then
stroked her inner thighs. She felt these hands as the moved up her inner thighs, then the
fingers as they traced along the lips of her sex. This second pair of hands felt more
masculine and she wondered who it was that was able to touch her however he liked. In
another several moments, she felt another pair of masculine hands, slapping her lightly on
her backside, then rubbing the flesh, kneading the flesh with his fingers. Finally another pair
of slender fingers, traced a path around each cheek of her bottom. They followed the curve
under each of her buttocks, then followed them between her spread legs. She felt the soft
touch as these fingers outlined the soft curves of her upper thighs, then touched her opened
sex. Just the tip of a single finger at her opening, then the hands moved away.
Peter opened the door of the dungeon, he had a tray of drinks and set them on one of the
small tables, then picked up some playing cards from the tray. He invited his guests to help
themselves to whatever they liked, then sorting through the deck, he removed an ace, a
two, a three, a four and a five. He held the five cards up, showing his guests as he set the
remainder of the deck on the table. He shuffled the five cards, and explained that each
would take a card and that the number on the card they drew, would determine the order
that they would proceed.
He fanned the cards out, with the faces down, and held the deck to Richard who drew, then
Fiona, followed by Alex, and finally Janet took one of the two remaining cards. Peter held
the last card in his hand and turned it to see what he’d been left with. He held aloft his card,
“I suppose I’m first, I have the ace.”
Janet announced, “I have the two.”
She was to be followed by Richard, who showed the group his three, Alex then turned over
the four for all to see.
Fiona, smiled and said, “I’m the lucky one who gets to leave the lasting impression,” turning
over the five. “But I want you all to leave the cane for me,” she said.
Peter looked for a moment at Susan’s image in the television monitor. She would raise her
head for a few moments then allow it to hang once again. He realized, and pointed out to
his guests, that it was apparent that she’d discovered the camera in the room, as she would
look directly at the camera, then turn away.
He asked the others to follow him to the wall in back of them, and they could select
whatever instrument they chose for their pleasure. Alex spotted the quirt, hanging by its
handle, and lifted it from the hook. He swished it through the air a few times, and came to
appreciate the potential it had for inflicting pain.
Richard lifted a riding crop from a hook, and tested its flexibility by bending it slightly
between both hands. Fiona had several canes to select from. She thoughtfully chose one of
medium width, she felt that the smaller ones would sting a bit more perhaps, but they tend
to break more easily as well.
Janet looked thoughtfully at all the devices hanging from various hooks, and finally lifted a
leather strap from a hook. She held the strap taught between both hands then ran the rough
leather over her cheek.
Peter was almost happy that none had selected the wooden paddle still hanging on its hook.
He lifted the paddle from the hook and remarked that this was the perfect tool to properly
warm her backside in preparation for all of the others.
As all of them, save Peter, returned to their chairs, Peter spoke, “I think we ought to decide
upon a number,” he explained. “We all ought to give her the same number of strokes, right?”
The others agreed, then Alex spoke, “How about a baker’s dozen?” indicating that each of
them would deliver thirteen strokes. Fiona interjected, “I think that we should use an even
number, say ten.”
The others agreed that ten seemed appropriate. So Peter crossed to the wall where
Susan’s helpless hindquarters were exposed. The others took their seats to watch. With his
right hand, he gripped and raised the paddle. He delivered a strong blow across both
buttocks. The wooden paddle made a loud smack as it landed, and Peter and his guests
could see Susan’s legs first nearly collapse with the blow, then start to wriggle in her ankle
cuffs, as if she were trying futility, to run away.
It occurred to the group at once, that they could not hear Susan’s crying. They looked in the
monitor, and saw her mouth opened, tears were already in her eyes, and her upper torso
shook, trying vainly to pull her arms free.
Peter stopped and looked at his guests who were watching Susan’s image in the television
monitor. He moved to the monitor and pushed the volume button, and they could then hear
Susan crying loudly.
Peter turned to his guests, and said, “I’ve tried to think of everything.” smiling as he said
this. He turned the volume back down then again moved to Susan, and raised the paddle,
delivering his next blow, perhaps a bit harder than the first. He noticed the squirming
backside, as it reddened nicely. He followed each of his blows with another, almost
immediately, and the severity of his blows gradually increased.
Susan, unable to hear whatever was happening in the room, was not expecting the blow. It
came with such force that she was instantly overwhelmed with the enormous pain in her
backside. She raised her head and screamed at the top of her lungs, then began to cry. It
was several moments later when the next blow fell. She felt the sting, and swore that this
blow was worse than the first. Other blows set fire to her backside, she cried and screamed
and struggled, all to no avail. She could not stop what was happening to her, and a feeling
of utter helplessness and dread came over her.
When he’d delivered the tenth blow with the wooden paddle, Peter stood back. He looked
for a moment at the monitor, watching Susan in her throes of agony, then turned to his
guests and picking up a drink from the tray, sat in his seat.
They talked awhile, each of them remarking on the way that Susan’s buttocks had
reddened, and what an ingenious device this ‘hole in the wall’ was. Peter explained that the
wooden panels were thick enough, and the wall between the rooms had been insulated so
that as they couldn’t hear Susan, she likewise could hear nothing from this side of the wall.
When Susan had quieted a bit, Alex prompted Janet, reminding her that it was her turn with
Susan’s buttocks. Janet rose from her chair, clutching the leather strap in her right hand as
she moved to Susan. Taking careful aim, Janet drew her arm up and with all of her strength,
landed the first blow evenly across both cheeks of Susan’s already red bottom. Janet
braced herself even better, and bent a bit at her hips, then delivered the next blow. This one
landed across Susan’s left upper thigh. The tip of the strap wrapped around her upper leg
and stung the inner portion of her sensitive flesh. Janet continued, landing each blow either
across Susan’s lower buttocks, or to her upper thighs. She worked quickly, and felt her arms
weaken a bit by the time she delivered the tenth blow.
The observers applauded politely as she crossed to her chair and sat. She reached and
picked up her drink from the small table next to her, and took a drink. Again, they all
watched Susan, crying in the monitor, as they talked.
After a few minutes, Susan had once again, seemed to regain her composure, and Richard
spoke, “I suppose I’m next,” he said holding the riding crop, “and I won’t be so kind to her
thighs as Janet was.”
With that, he stood and moved to Susan. He lifted the leather tipped crop, and placing it on
Susan’s red backside, rubbed it over her stinging flesh. After a moment, he stood back and
landed his first lash. The “thwack” of the riding crop as it struck Susan, filled the room. He’d
landed the blow perfectly, just at the crease where her buttock met her upper leg. He moved
a bit to his right, and taking aim, landed another stinging blow, this time to the even more
sensitive flesh on her upper thigh, inside her leg and just below her sex. He gave Susan
three more hard blows to the sensitive inner legs, finishing that side of her inner thigh, just
about where the tops of her stockings had come.
Having delivered five strokes to her left side, Richard moved again, and using a somewhat
backhanded technique, applied an identical number of blows to Susan’s other buttock and
upper thigh. He stood back, watching Susan dancing in place, raising her legs just a bit, as
much as her ankle cuff would allow. He found delight in observing the evidence of the pain
he’d delivered. He returned to his seat, and picked up his drink.
They talked for a bit, and Alex took a cigar case from the pocket of his robe, opened it and
offered one to the others. They all declined except for Fiona who remarked, “He always
smokes such wonderful cigars, I really want to try one.” and she took a cigar from the case.
Alex removed another, then closing the case, took Fiona’s cigar and pulling a clipper from
his pocket, clipped the end for her, handing it back, he took his from his mouth, and clipped
the end off it. He put the clippers back in his pocket and pulled a lighter out, lighting the
butane lighter and holding it for Fiona, then as hers was lit, he lit his own.
They talked for awhile longer, noticing and discussing how Susan was still dancing from the
blows that Richard had delivered. They were congratulating Richard on his efforts, and Alex
interrupted, pulling the cigar from his mouth.
“If you think that she’s suffering now, I think we can all agree that this,” he held up the small
whip, “can cause pain that is unbearable.”
He discussed how he intended to take his time with Susan, not only to let the pain sink in,
but more to allow her the added agony of waiting for the next blow. After several more
minutes, they could see that Susan had calmed down considerably. Alex rose from his
chair, took the cigar from his mouth and placed it in the ashtray on the table, then moved to
Susan’s exposed backside.
Holding his arm straight out, he seemed to measure the distance, and moved his feet a bit
further back, then raising his arm, landed a very hard blow with the quirt. It landed across
both buttocks, and the group watched as Susan clenched both buttocks, standing on her
tiptoes for a full second. Alex straightened, and informed the group that he was going to
follow Janet’s and Richard’s example and work her inner thighs a bit, and leave the fleshy
globes of Susan’s ass for Leona’s cane.
With that Alex moved a bit to his right, and taking careful aim, landed his next blow in the
crease between Susan’s left buttock and upper leg, in the very same spot that Richard had
landed his first blow. Again the dancing of Susan’s feet amused the group. Alex took a step
back and watched the image of Susan in the television monitor on the wall. She was crying
and shaking her head.
After a moment, Alex turned again and delivered another hard blow, to Susan’s upper leg,
the group noticed that the small whip raised a large welt, almost as soon as it struck. Alex,
as he’d promised, took his time. He delivered two more blows to the upper and inner thigh
then moved to the other side. He placed the handle of the small whip in his left hand as he
turned and remarked to those observing, “If you’ll each notice, I like our host, am
ambidextrous. With that he turned and delivered his next blow to the crease just at the
bottom of Susan’s right cheek. Alex took the next several minutes in delivering the four
remaining blows with the quirt, and as he finished. He gently patted the heaving backside
that protruded from the wall.
After they had talked for several more minutes, Fiona took the cigar she held, and placed it
in the ashtray on the table next to her. She gripped the cane, and stood.
“It’s my turn now,” she announced, “and I am going to lattice this woman’s backside.” She
spoke these words tersely, almost as if for some reason, she was angry with Susan.
As she walked to Susan, she flicked the cane, causing the air to whistle with the stroke. She
lined up the cane with Susan’s ass, and gave her a very hard lash. Again, Susan’s backside
tensed, and she raised up on her toes. Leona was not going to give a respite, her second
blow followed a second later. It landed just below the first, then in another second, another
lash. Susan worked the cane lower with each blow, neither pausing nor easing the severity
of her blows.
She had delivered nine strokes and paused for a second, turning to those watching. The
observers could see the red lines quickly turning into welts across Susan’s backside.
“As you can see,” Leona said, “I’ve saved the last blow for the spot that Richard and Alex
have already punished.”
With that she turned and drawing her arm back, delivered her tenth blow to the crease at
the bottom of both Susan’s buttocks. Leona stood back and looked up at the television
monitor. Susan was obviously screaming loudly. Her face and upper body were red. Leona
reached up and pressed the volume button, and the group could now hear Susan’s cries
and wails.
Leona returned to her chair and picking up her drink and cigar, set the cane on the table.
She watched and listened to her victim as she cried, shaking her head. They could see
Susan’s now very red and welted backside as she danced in place. As they saw the image
of Susan’s face and upper torso in the monitor, Leona remarked that Susan was almost
perfect, but that her breasts should be larger.
After several more minutes of light conversation, Peter stood and moved to the control
panel. He operated the switch that slowly raised the upper panel, raising it from around
Susan’s waist.
As the panel lifted, the group could now hear Susan’s sobs. Once the panel had lifted
sufficiently, Peter moved to the door panel in the wall pressing the spot, the door popped
open. His friends could soon see him on the television monitor, as he unfastened the clips
holding Susan’s wrists to the chains.
Peter used his hands at Susan’s shoulders to help her stand and once she was steady on
her feet, he moved around, back out of the door, and kneeling behind her, unfastened the
clips holding her ankle cuffs to the metal rings in the floor. I want you to go over to my
friends and kneel in front of them.
Susan turned and stiffly walked over to the seated guests, and lowered herself to the
concrete floor. An occasional sob would wrack her body, and they could see that her tears
had left mascara trails down her cheeks.
Peter, had moved to the control panel, and lowered the panels, until the two panels were
once again, together. He then moved to the wall, and pulling one of the foam panels from
the wall, repositioned it so that it covered a portion of the wall. He repositioned the other
three panels, and soon the hole in the wall had been completely covered. He moved to the
side, and after turning off the television monitor, and replaced the foam sections that had
covered it.
Peter then moved to the partially hidden open door. He moved inside, and the guests heard
him as he rolled out the gynecological examination table. He pushed it to a point behind
Susan, but in front of the seated guests. He then turned and returned to the doorway to the
storage area, and turning out the lights, he pushed the door closed till it clicked.
Returning to the seated guests, they were talking, mostly about Susan who knelt before
them. Peter took his seat and joined the conversation. Looking at Susan, he noted that her
makeup was in terrible condition.
“Susan,” he said, “Why don’t you go over to the sink, and clean up a bit? Also there is some
water for you if you like, in your bowl.”
Susan rose to her feet and padded over to the corner, she ran some water and looked at
her reflection in the mirror. Using the facecloth, she dampened it, and wiped the smeared
makeup from her face. She used soap to wash, and water as she rinsed her face. Turning
the water off, she used a face towel to dry, then hanging it and the face cloth back on the
towel rack, after she’d finished, she moved to the bowl on the floor, kneeling she bent
extending her neck, and lapped the water into her mouth.
She was humiliated, but she was also extremely thirsty. She lapped the water for several
minutes. When she’d finished, she stood and walked back to her place in front of the group,
and knelt once again.
They had all watched, at one point or another, Susan’s little ritual as she drank from the
bowl, and as she returned and knelt, they all seemed to be watching her, despite the
conversation they were having.
Peter was the first to speak to Susan, “We have a little game we’re playing and we need you
to play along now.” He explained to Susan that each of them had dealt her ten blows while
she was bent over the wall. He told the blonde woman, “I want you to think very carefully
and tell us what order we went, and what it was that each of us used to punish you.”
Susan gave this serious consideration. While bound and bent, she was unable to hear or
see anything in the dungeon room. She had noticed very quickly that different instruments
were used on her defenseless backside, but was unaware that each of the five had taken
turns.
After a minute, Susan felt she had her answer and spoke. “I believe you,” nodding at Peter,
“used the paddle on me first.”
“Very good,” Alex said aloud.
Then considering, Susan said, “I don’t know what was used on me, or by whom, but it felt
like a belt.” She paused for another few seconds, and added that she thought it was Janet
using it. She continued and said that the next person had used the riding crop and that she
thought it might have been Leona. The fourth person, used the quirt, and she was not
certain, but thought that maybe Richard had used it on her inner thighs. The fifth device
used on her was definitely the cane, and she guessed that Alex had used that.
They applauded, as she had correctly identified the proper order that the devices had been
used, though not all of the people had been put in the proper order. Richard corrected her,
informing Susan that he had been the third person with the riding crop, and that Alex had
been next with the quirt, and Leona had followed with the cane. He then asked Susan if
she’d experienced the quirt before.
Susan, from her kneeling position, quickly nodded her head, “Oh yes, Peter has used it on
me before.”
The group laughed at this, and Leona remarked, “Once you’ve experienced that tiny whip,
you never seem to forget it.”
Janet spoke up, asking Susan, “Which, do you think was the worst?”
Susan looked back at the beautiful woman, and thought for a few seconds. “The quirt hurt
most,” she started, “probably because of where it landed each time,” she continued, “but I
think the cane was the most viscous.”
They all applauded and Leona and Alex nodded their heads as if taking a bow. Peter spoke,
“I think that our resident physician should be given the award for most severe punishment,”
quickly adding, “along with Leona, for being most viscous.”
Peter continued, “As his reward, I will let him set up the examination table, so that we may
all see Susan more personally, so to speak.”
Alex rose from his seat, and moved to the table. Peter told him that the stirrups were in the
cabinet in the base of the table. So Alex bent and opening the cabinet door, removed the
two heavy metal stirrups. He carried them to the foot of the table, and quickly had them in
place.
Looking at Peter, then nodding toward Susan, he asked, “May I, Peter?”
Peter nodded his assent.
“Susan,” Alex spoke, “I would like for you to lie on the table now.”
Susan looked at Peter, her expression betrayed her dread. Peter nodded to her, as if to tell
her to obey the man.
She slowly stood, her buttocks still very painful, and shuffled over to the examination table.
She moved to the foot of the table, and sat between the stainless steel stirrups that were at
each of the corners, then lay back. When her back was on the table’s top, Alex bent and
raising both her feet, moved them apart and up and into the stirrups. He opened the buckles
of her ankle cuffs and removed them, then moved to the drawer in the base of the table.
Opening the drawer, he placed Susan’s ankle cuffs inside, and removed the two leather
straps that were already in the drawer.
Moving back to the foot of the table, Alex fastened the leather straps around Susan’s ankles
and the stirrups, fastening her feet fast to the stirrups. Having her feet secure, he told Susan
to scoot down a bit, and let her arms hang over the sides of the table. He opened another
drawer and removed two carabiner clips from the drawer, then clipped each of Susan’s
wrist cuffs to the metal rings set into the table’s base.
Once he’d secured her wrists, he again opened the door to the cabinet in the base of the
table and removed the crank. The other guests and Peter watched as he moved about to
the head of the table, inserted the crank, and began to turn the crank.
They could see that the table’s top began to raise and tilt forward, forcing Susan into a
sitting position at the edge of the table. Alex cranked the table, until Susan was nearly fully
upright and sitting, with her upper legs pointing straight to the ceiling, while her lower legs
were bent in the stirrups. Her wrists were held securely, and her arms were stretched as the
table’s top had tilted forward while they were held in place.
Alex stopped cranking, and moved around the table, facing those seated he asked, “Peter,
do you have my medical bag?”
Peter answered, “Of course,” and stood, moving to the wooden table in the center of the
room. Bending, Peter took a large leather medical bag, more like a small suitcase, from the
shelf beneath the table, and set it on the wooden table.
Susan was atop the exam table, her arms stretched down and somewhat behind her, her
buttocks still hurt terribly as she sat on the leather surface of the exam table, and she was
bent so severely at the waist, her legs spread open and ankles secured to the stirrups. She
watched as Peter retrieved the doctor’s bag, and then wondered what Alex had inside of the
bag.
Alex spoke, “If any of you would like to join me for my examination,” he said, “you may like
to stand at the foot of the table so you can see clearly.”
Alex had opened his bag, and had removed a pair of latex gloves, slipping them over his
hands tightly, He then removed a clear plastic speculum and a tube of lubricating jelly.
Leona and Peter had risen from their seats and moved to the foot of the table, while Janet
and Richard remained in their seats.
Alex moved back to the foot of the table, Susan could see him as he opened the tube of
jelly, applying a blob to the speculum, then handing Peter the tube, used his gloved index
finger to smear the jelly over the length of the plastic device. As this doctor moved to Susan,
she could easily look down and see her opened sex, as he used his free hand to hold her
outer lips apart, then applied the plastic tip to her opening. She saw very clearly as he
pushed the speculum into her down there. She felt the device as it slid into her, and she
closed her eyes.
The doctor was explaining each step as he proceeded, to Leona and Peter. “Notice, I didn’t
use much of the lubricant,” he said matter-of-factly, “it tends to make a mess, and
occasionally, the speculum, even when opened, can slip from the patient.”
When the speculum had slid completely into Susan, she opened her eyes and saw the
doctor as he squeezed the handles of the device together, widening it inside of her. She felt
the walls and opening of her sex being stretched. All the while this doctor continued his
narration. “In this sitting position, you’ll find that the patient’s vagina has an upward slope to
it. If she were lying down, that angle is removed, and the speculum would slide straight in.”
He then told Peter and Leona, that he was aware of the use that Leona had in mind for her
opening, and that he had something special for this occasion. With that, he turned to his
bag, and removed a small vial of clear liquid, and a syringe.
“Knowing how Leona likes to use women,” he explained, “I’ve brought some medication that
will relax those muscles in our patient’s vagina, thereby making Leona’s efforts somewhat
less difficult.”
As he talked, Susan wondered what he meant by more relaxed, and Leona’s efforts. She
watched, feeling terror as he pushed the needle of the syringe into the rubber top of the
bottle, tilting it then pulling the plunger of the syringe that filled the syringe with the clear
liquid.
“Only about ten cc’s are necessary,” he instructed, “and this medication will not cause
numbness or any loss of senses. It will simply cause her muscles to relax.” When he’d
extracted the correct amount into the syringe, he pulled the needle from the vial, and
handed the vial to Peter. He stepped to his bag lying on the table, and removed a small
packet containing an alcohol soaked pad, and tearing open the packet, he walked back to
Susan and pulled the gauze from the packet.
Turning, Alex bent and looked into Susan’s opening. He selected a spot just inside the
opening that was exposed by the speculum, he first swabbed the selected areas, then
placing the needle just inside her opening at the bottom wall of her vagina, pushed the
needle into her there.
“Oh please,” Susan started to plead, “please, don’t do this,” she began to cry.
Seemingly not to hear her, Alex injected half the liquid in the syringe into the lower wall of
Susan’s vagina. He withdrew the needle, and bending further, he reinserted the needle into
an exposed area just inside of her, at the top of her opening.
Susan held her eyes tightly shut and felt the needle as it entered her most sensitive area.
He gave her the second injection, and she finally opened her eyes. Peter, Alex and Leona
stood in front of her, looking at her widely stretched sex. Susan didn’t feel any numbness,
but she soon discovered that she was losing her ability to clench or flex those muscles.
“Leona,” Alex said, “I think our patient is ready for examination. I will leave her to your
capable hands.”
“Why thank you Doctor,” Leona said. She asked Peter if the top of the table could be
cranked back, so that Susan would be lying flat, and Peter offered to take care of that,
moving to the head of the table and turning the crank, lowering the top.
In a few moments, Susan was lying flat on her back. She watched Leona as she moved to
the side of the table and opening the drawer, removed a pair of rubber gloves and sliding
her fingers into them. She also removed the tube of KY Jelly, and opening the top, applied a
blob to the gloved fingers of her right hand.
Moving between Susan’s widely spread legs, Leona bent and closed the jaws of the plastic
speculum, and slid it from her. She set the speculum aside then used her slick fingers to
lubricate Susan’s opening. In only a moment, Susan could feel as this woman slid two
fingers into her. With several thrusts, Leona remarked how she felt that the medication
injected by Alex, had relaxed those muscles.
Leona ordered Susan to try to grip her fingers while they were inside of her. Susan tried, but
could not. Leona then pulled her fingers from Susan, and standing straight, she again
opened the tube of KY Jelly, this time, applying a very large amount to her right hand, the
fingers and the back of her hand.
Susan had raised her head slightly to see that this woman was doing, but watched and
could not imagine what was to happen next. She saw Leona, hand the tube to Alex, then
smear the jelly over the surface of her right hand, using the fingertips of her left. As she bent
again, it suddenly came to Susan what was about to happen. This evil dark-haired woman
was going to force her entire hand into Susan down there. And certainly enough that was
exactly what was happening to the helpless woman.
She felt her opening as Leona forced three then four fingers into her down there. She could
feel the mouth of her vagina as it stretched around her fingers. Leona was not patient, and
she certainly wasn’t kind. In a few thrusts, she had forced her four fingers into Susan, and
was twisting them inside of her, and thrusting in and out. In only another minute, Leona had
extended her gloved thumb with her fingers, extending them into a cone, and was pushing
hard into her, with her hand. Susan could feel the knuckles of Leona’s hand, stretching her
unmercifully down there.
Susan closed her eyes tightly, and a moan escaped her lips. She felt the knuckles suddenly
pass through her tiny opening, then into her completely. Raising her head, and looking
between her legs as best she could, she saw Leona’s wrist at the lips of her sex, her entire
hand was inside of Susan.
She could feel the walls of her sex being stretched, then a fluttering sensation, as Leona
flexed her fingers inside of her. Then a poking sensation at the back of her vagina, as if
Leona had extended a single finger and was trying to torment her even more.
Leona was describing what was happening to the group. Explaining that she was exploring
with her forefinger, and had found Susan’s cervix. She was going to insert her finger into
that opening. And at that moment, Susan realized by the sharp pain inside of her, that
Leona was doing exactly that.
Leona had found the opening to Susan’s uterus and had forced her finger into that opening.
Susan felt it moving into her deep inside, then a greater pain, what was this woman doing to
her?
“Now, I’m inserting a second finger,” Leona informed the observers.
For the next minute or two, Leona pressed her two fingers into Susan’s cervix. Then only
after she felt she’d tormented Susan long enough, withdrew her fingers, balled her fist, and
pumped it in and out of her sex. Susan could feel the hand moving inside of her. In just
another moment, Susan felt the opening to her sex widen terribly, as Leona withdrew her
hand from her cunt, her hand still balled into a fist.
Susan cried out as Leona withdrew her hand, she couldn’t help it. This cruel woman had
inflicted terrible pain on the blonde woman, and Susan couldn’t help herself.
Standing back and pulling the rubber glove from her hand, Leona said, “I think we ought to
suspend this little one. Peter do you have the spreader bar?”
“Of course, Leona,” Peter replied and he turned to fetch the desired item. As he did, Leona
moved to the side of the examination table, and released Susan’s wrist cuffs. Moving to the
foot of the table, Leona worked the buckles of the straps that held Susan’s legs in the metal
stirrups of the table.
When Peter had returned, Leona instructed him to lay the spreader bar on the floor and get
her a three-foot length of rope. Peter turned and went to the wooden cupboard in the corner
of the dungeon.
Leona lifted Susan’s legs from the stirrups. Susan could still feel the pain from inside of her
as her legs were lowered. Leona took the stirrups from the corners of the table, and placed
them in the cabinet in the base of the table. She also retrieved Susan’s ankle cuffs, and
buckled them one at a time to either of Susan’s ankles.
Leona then ordered Susan to sit on the end of the table, and to put her hands behind her
back. As Susan struggled to sit on her very tender buttocks, she managed to sit on the end
of the table, then moved her hands behind her back. Leona gripped the young woman’s
wrists and pulled them upward and further behind Susan. She then took the rope from Peter
and began to wind it around Susan’s wrists and arms.
In a few minutes, Susan’s arms were bound behind her, her wrists nearly touching their
opposite elbows. Once Leona tied the rope, thus securing Susan’s arms, she moved and
picked up the spreader bar. Moving with the bar to the foot of the table, Leona knelt and
quickly clipped each of Susan’s ankle cuffs to the eyelets at either end of the bar. Looking
down, Susan could see that this spreader bar had a large ‘U’ bolt welded to the center of the
bar.
“Peter,” Leona asked, “would you be a dear and lower the hoist for me?”
“Certainly,” he replied, and went to the control panel, operating the switch that lowered the
chain.
Leona instructed the bound woman to lie on her back, and Susan complied, feeling her
arms now pinned behind and underneath her. Leona then rolled the examination table on its
wheels until it was beneath the lowering chain. When the table was in place, Leona told
Peter that he could stop the hoist.
Peter stopped the hoist, and returned to the table. Leona bent and grasped the spreader
bar, lifting it and Susan’s feet. She ran a carabiner clip through the U-bolt at the center of
the bar, then lifting a bit higher, she clipped the spreader bar to the dangling chain.
Peter then returned to the control panel, and at Leona’s cue, began to hoist the chain.
Susan, could feel her legs being lifted, then her hips were rising from the top of the table. In
several more moments, only her head and shoulder blades were touching the table, and the
hoist continued to lift her by her ankles. As her shoulders came off the table, Leona rolled
the table from beneath her, and she was suspended upside down by her ankles, her body
swaying, her arms bound tightly behind her.
Leona prompted Peter, still at the controls, to lower her a bit. Susan could hear the electric
motor of the hoist overhead as it stopped and a moment later started again. This time, she
was being lowered. The blood was rushing to her head, and she felt a bit dizzy. Her legs
were held widely apart by the spreader bar, and she could still feel the pain between her
legs from Leona’s examination.
Once Susan’s hips were at about Leona’s eye level, she told Peter to stop lowering. Once
he stopped the hoist, Peter again moved next to Alex. Leona had moved to the wall,
selected the quirt, and taking it from its hook, walked back to the inverted and suspended
Susan.
Susan was hanging by her ankles secured to the spreader bar from the hoist, her feet and
legs spread widely. She could see inverted as Leona moved back to her holding the awful
quirt in her hand. Leona said nothing, simply raised the small whip and landed a severe lash
to Susan’s exposed thigh, on the inside, only about two inches from the junction of her legs.
Leona continued to land hard blows to the upper inner thighs of the suspended woman,
using a great deal of force and taking no time between blows. She ignored the loud screams
and pleas from the young woman, and continued to thrash until she had landed twenty or so
furious blows.
When Leona had stepped back, Susan, still screaming, hoped that it was over, but she was
mistaken. Leona bent a bit and using the quirt, started to rain blows on Susan’s exposed
abdomen, starting just above, or was it below, her sex. Leona used the quirt expertly and
soon had the area between Susan’s navel and her sex, striped.