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Audience torture

I have always turned on by the idea of being on show in front of an audience. And I have always fantasised about being punished in public - in English schools, including expensive private schools like mine, corporal punishment has long been banned and I have always regretted this. We have a school museum (it is that sort of really old, prestigious school), and there are various canes and paddles in the collection, as well as etchings of punishment scenarios.
So one summer holiday, I was sixteen and my parents had gone off on holiday by themselves, leaving me alone at home, I did some research online and found out about the BDSM scene.
I joined a BDSM dating site (adding two years to my age when registering) and started chatting, finding out more and more. (My name on that site, which I cannot advertise here, is the same as it is here, by the way, so maybe you will be able to find me?)
I found a group looking for a girl to “perform” at an upcoming graduation party - they were all postgraduate physics students and one of them had just got his doctorate. Apparently he had agreed to work as a school teacher for two years before going into research, and they were looking for a (and I am quoting their ad directly) “demure, mathematically-challenged, pig-tailed girl in school uniform for him to practice his teaching and disciplining skills on”.
The person who had placed the ad turned out to be his best friend, who was already working part-time at a local secondary school. He was going to have the graduation party in one of the class rooms - this was to take place in just two days. So far, his search for a suitable girl had yielded exactly no results whatsoever. He was all but resigned to drop the idea when I answered the ad and we arranged to meet over coffee in a public place.
He seemed really nice, if somewhat nerdy and nervous, and I felt that the whole thing might be good fun. There would be nine men, he said, plus he himself and the freshly baked doctor of physics. Eleven in total, a good number to start with. The recent graduate would be asked to put me through a maths quiz, with me solving various equations on the blackboard. If I got things wrong, the group would decide what punishments I deserved and the graduate would then administer them. I was seriously turned on by the whole idea and agreed to be at the school at the appointed time, that is, 7pm the next day, a Saturday.
I arrived, dressed in my school uniform as requested. Not all guests had arrived yet, nor had the graduate, and the organiser asked me to wait in the class room next to the ‘party’ class room until I was called. I could hear the usual party noises, drinking, laughing; until the organiser gave a little speech - I could not make out the words. Then cheering, more laughter.
The organiser then came to get me. I was led into the class room. The graduate was dressed In a teacher’s gown and mortar board. The organiser explained to the ‘class’ that I had been performing very badly in maths and physics and would therefore be put through a viva voce examination in front of them, the school board. A special dispensation had been granted to enable them to administer corporal punishment should this be considered necessary.
Now, the thing is, I am actually pretty good at maths. Mental arithmetic and algebra come naturally to me. So the first ten questions or so presented no difficulty to me. So they moved on to sixth form stuff (I was only going to join the Sixth after the summer vacation), and this is where I started getting into difficulty.
After my third mistake, the organiser asked if the board would like to vote on a suitable punishment. One of the “board members” suggested two cane strokes per mistake, six in total. I was told to lie across the teacher’s desk, the organiser lifted my skirt, revealing white regulation cotton panties. The graduate then gave me “six of the best”. My pain tolerance is pretty high, and I did not make a sound. Afterwards I was told to stand, facing the “board”.
Each “board member” was now to ask me a question and, if I was unable to answer correctly, to decide and administer my punishment.
The first question was a reasonably difficult equation with three variables - I was able to deal with it, just. The second question, however, was impossibly difficult - I did not even understand what I was being asked to do.
I was told that I had a choice: I could either take twenty cane strokes onto the palm of my right hand, or lose my panties. I rashly chose the latter option - after all, I still had my skirt on.
However, the next impossible-to-answer question followed hard-at-heel, and I was not given a choice this time: twenty swats with the paddle, skirt uplifted.
Again, I lay across the desk, my bottom facing “the board”. The organiser lifted my skirt, revealing my bare bottom and possibly a little bit of slit to the assembled men, and the guy who had asked the question then gave me the twenty swats, at the end of which I was screaming fairly liberally, and squirming quite a bit.
When it was over, I needed a few minutes to recover, my bottom smarted pretty badly! Then the next, impossible question. Again I was given a choice: twenty more paddle swats, or lose all my clothes.
I did not think my bottom could take any more swats, so I chose to get naked. Off came my tie, my blouse. I was facing them in a bra and skirt, took of my bra to ‘aahs’ and ‘oohs’ of appreciation (I have very nice medium-sized boobs, smallish nipples, pointing upwards), and finally my socks and skirt. There I was, naked, in a room with eleven fully clothed men!
Next question. Actually one I should have been able to cope with, but I messed it up. I guess being naked did not help!
The punishment was to sit on the desk, spread my legs and hold my pussy lips wide apart. I obeyed - my juices were flowing freely and this must have been quite obvious to the men.
Final question, I was told. I got it hopelessly wrong. Again, I was given an option: fifty paddle strokes to the bottom, twenty cane strokes on my breasts or thirty swats with a cloth whip on my pussy.
I knew that my bottom would not be able to handle it - and I feared that my breasts would be permanently disfigured, so I chose the cloth whip. Strong hands turned the desk 45 degrees and I was asked to lie on it. My legs were lifted up and spread, so that the whip now had access to my innermost folds, as did the eyes of the audience! What I had not been told was that the cloth whip would be wet - each whack hitting my vagina caused excruciating pain.
Afterwards, they returned my clothes and called me a cab. The next day, I found £200 in the pocket of my school blazer. Not bad for a night’s work, and one that I, truth be told, thoroughly enjoyed!
I had been chatting with a woman named Nathalie for a little while on the site. She and her husband belonged to a club that only couples could join - a club heavily into BDSM. Most of the members were so-called ‘switches’, that is, people who like to dominate and to be dominated in equal measure. Joining the club was expensive, to keep out time-wasters, and all the members had to agree for a new couple to be permitted to join.
They met once a month - prior to each meeting, ‘terms of engagement’ were emailed to all members, and these than had to be abided by, that is, if a couple turned up, they had to play the game or risk punishment (which would, if necessary, be inflicted by force) and/or expulsion from the club and forfeiting the very high deposit paid on joining.
She was to be the hostess of the next meeting, which happened to be her husband’s and her fifth wedding anniversary. She wanted to give me to him as an anniversary present! When we had chatted, she had asked me what my limits were, and I had said that, provided a group was involved, I did not really have any. She now said that I would have to sign terms of engagement to that effect. In other words, they could do what they liked with me as long as they complied with the club rules, which proscribed extreme v******e leading to any type of permanent harm and the involvement of c***dren under the age of consent (which is 16 in the UK, so I was in the clear, even though Nathalie thought I was 18).
I arrived at Nathalie’s place at the appointed hour. First, Nathalie asked me to sign the terms of engagement. As guests were arriving, she asked me to, at first, pretend to be a waitress, keeping everyone’s drinks topped up. A half hour or so into the party, Nathalie beckoned me into the next room and asked me to strip. I was then told to lie down on a gurney-like table. My arms and legs were secured with Velcro restraints, with my legs apart and my slit slightly spread. She then blindfolded me. Glass tinkling from the next room. Calls of ‘speech’. Then silence. Then Nathalie’s voice:
“Darling, the best gift a wife can give to her husband on their anniversary: an eighteen year old nymphette to whom you can do whatever you like!” I was then wheeled in to loud cheering and turned around and around, so that everyone could get a good look at all of me. Though I could not see anything, I could feel the crowd’s eyes on my body. Then the cart stopped.
“Silence, everyone, please, silence.” Nathalie’s voice. “This is Nicole, you might have noticed her making sure your drinks were full earlier tonight. She has agreed to be our centrepiece for the evening.
I have thought up a number of games and activities that will involve her punishment for Charles’s and your delectation. As always, playing involves some risk to yourselves so remember that and play the game properly!
As you know, we did not ask for any anniversary presents - we will buy one from the proceeds of an auction we are going to have at the end, selling off four chunks of 30 minutes of ‘privacy’ with Nicole in the spare bedroom. During that time, you can do whatever you like to and with her, within the terms of engagement and club rules! She will also have to obey you without question.” Laughter.
“Ok, let’s get the juices flowing. We will start with some fruit!”
Small pieces of fruit were placed all over my body, from my shoulders down to my feet on both sides, and on each of my nipples.
“Ok, the aim of this game is to eat all the fruit on your side of Nicole’s body without using your hands. Who finishes first gets to eat this large strawberry!”
I could feel the strawberry being placed between my outer pussy lips.
“The winner will draw one of these punishment cards that I prepared earlier and administer the punishment prescribed there either on the loser or on Nicole - his or her choice. To decide the players you will each draw a card - highest and lowest cards will play.”
I heard some gloating sounds as people drew their cards.
“Boris and Anna will play. Get in position - go!”
Both lines of fruit were now being eaten off my body, but one of the two players took care to touch my skin as little as possible, while the other had no such problems and pretty much ran his (I knew it was ‘his’ because of his beard) mouth along me, buried his face in my breast, and then snatched the strawberry away before the other player had as much as finished all the fruit on my leg.
“Boris is the winner. Please draw a punishment card and read out what it says.”
“20 cane strokes on the bottom.”
“Who will be your victim, Nicole or Anna? Before you make your choice, two things: Nicole is already naked (and will remain naked throughout the evening), so that the cane strokes would be on the bare. The punishment card says nothing about undressing, so Anna would receive the strokes through her clothes. Please also consider that Nicole will be punished quite a lot tonight - so you might want to go easy on her!”
“I feel that Anna didn’t really play the game properly”, Boris said. “I am going to cane her.”
“Ok, so Anna, please lie across this table.” I could hear furniture being moved. “Begin.”
I could hear the swish of the cane, then a sharp intake of breath. As the caning continued, Anna started to groan and could not help but cry out towards the end. Boris must have really laid into her. Applause from the crowd.
“Our next game. Boris and Anna, please do not draw any cards. We need four players - the four highest cards will play.”
A slight delay while the players were being determined …
“Andrew, Richard, Dominic and Gloria are the lucky ones. This game is a caning game. The aim of this game is to get Nicole to scream out loud enough for sound meter app on my iPhone to register noise above a certain threshold. We play in rounds - if I measure more than 20 decibels in the first round, whatever is on the punishment card will be inflicted on her. If she screams out louder than 40 decibels in the second round, the player who got her to scream can choose whether to punish her or one of the competitors. If she survives the second round, but breaks 60 decibels in the third round, the punishment will be administered by the winner on all three losers, but not on Nicole. If she survives the third round, the tables are turned: Nicole will get to punish all four of you. Are the rules clear?”
Apparently they were. I was untied, turned on my front, my legs each tied to a table leg again, my bottom facing the crowd. As my legs were slightly spread, I was pretty sure that my bum hole was visible.
“We will start with a light cane. Andrew to go first.” Swish, smack. It hardly registered. As I said, I have a high pain threshold.
“Richard!” Swish, smack. Slight stinging, but nothing to trouble me.
“Dominic!” Swish, whack. Wow. That was quite painful. But still, no sound from me!
“Gloria!” Swish, smack. She did not even make proper contact.
“Nicole has survived the first round. We will move to a heavier cane now. Gloria to go first this time.”
Swoosh, whack. I felt it, but scream? Not me!
“Dominic!” Swoosh, whack. Ouch. That hurt! Badly! I might have moaned slightly. “Not even 20 decibels - nowhere near loud enough. Continue! Richard!”
Swoosh, whack. That hit the exact same spot! Pain! A scream escaped me. “That was 35 decibels. She loses at 40. So continue, please! Andrew!”
Swoosh, smack. Laughable. That did not hurt very much at all.
“Ok, Nicole has survived the second round. She’s safe now - unless she is keen to administer the punishment on all of you, she might just scream on the first whack and save herself three more. We will therefore draw cards again to determine the order or play. Just show your cards to the rest of us., so that she does not know who will be caning her.”
While they were drawing, I seriously thought about screaming my lungs out at the first stroke. But then I thought that I would try to play the game properly.
“First stroke.” Very weak, but I could tell the cane was heavy. “Second stroke.” Ouch, painful. I did make a sound, but no more than 30 decibels. “Third stroke.” Really painful. But no sound from me. I was now so close. “Fourth stroke. Last chance to save yourselves!” Whack! It must have hit one of the old spots, the pain was mega-intense. I screamed out.
“I have a reading. The scream registered at 58 decibels, which means that Nicole gets to punish all of you. Let’s untie her and give her a round of applause!”
Clapping, while I was being untied. The blindfold was also taken off. I could now see that there were about twenty people in the room, all fully dressed and holding glasses. There were also quite a few smartphones keeping a record of events.
Nathalie came towards me, holding a bowl containing pieces of paper rolled together tightly, like lottery tickets. “You get to pick what punishment you get to mete out on these four losers”, she said. I picked a ticket and unrolled it. There was quite a bit of text under two headings. Here’s what it said:
Female victim - undress bottom half. 10 strokes with cat of nine tails on spread vagina. Can halve the number of strokes if chooses to undress completely.
Male victim - undress completely. 10 cane strokes (lightest cane) on erect penis or 30 cane strokes (heaviest cane) on bottom (if not erect).
“Ok, that’s an interesting one. Gloria, how many strokes would you like?” Gloria was a very pretty, slim woman in her early forties. In response, she started undressing, stripping completely.
“Will the gentlemen please follow suit, one by one? In alphabetical order?”
The first man, Andrew, took off his clothes. His cock hung limp between his legs, to my considerable disappointment (he was kind of hot).
Dominic was next, his cock was standing up, but it was very short (even with my limited experience, that was pretty obvious). Catcalls and laughter.
Richard then took off his clothes - he had a huge cock, but it was in a semi-flaccid state.
“Nicole, whom would you like to punish first?” I chose Dominic, because I was dying to cane a cock, even if it was a short one, and was worried he might lose his erection.
I was handed a very thin cane and took aim. His cock was uncircumcised, and his foreskin covered his glans. He pulled back and I missed, but Nathalie said that the stroke did not count. The next stroke made contact with the body of his little shaft. So did the second. I increased my strength. He was now screaming out at each stroke. His erection was going down, but I managed to get through all ten strokes before it disappeared completely.
“Well done, Nicole.” Applause. “Who shall be next?”
I chose Gloria, hoping that the spectacle of a naked girl whipping the vagina of a naked woman might arouse the two remaining men somewhat more. Gloria was put on the table I had previously been on, her legs spread and secured against the table legs. I was handed the cat-of-nine-tails and told to commence my five strokes.
I laid into her with all my might (something I would later regret). She screamed the house down.
When I was done, Andrew and Richard both stood to attention, if you know what I mean. Andrew could not match Richard’s length and girth, but his muscular body and handsome face decided me - he was to go first.
He stepped up towards me, with me standing to the side. I knew that he was uncircumcised, but now he was erect his foreskin no longer covered his glans - the tender, smooth skin of the uncircumcised male. I knew that this was particularly sensitive, and directed my strokes in that general direction. He was very brave, did not scream, but his face was contorted in pain. His erection went down almost immediately, and was gone after the second stroke.
“Ok,” said Nathalie, “I'm no mathematician, so can someone work out how many strokes to the bottom he is still owed?”
I could work this out easily: 24. One of the men nevertheless worked it out on a calculator, and confirmed my result. Men!
“Ok, then, well done, Nathalie. 24 strokes with the heaviest cane on his bottom, then. Get over the table, Andrew!”
I really laid into him, but I am quite a slight girl, and I did not really get him to make a sound. His bottom was pleasantly striped when I was done, however.
That left Richard. His huge cock was still standing proud. He was circumcised, and the skin of his glans, left unprotected by foreskin, had a sort of leathery quality. He stepped forward, and I brought the cane down on his member.
“Stop!” screamed Nathalie. “You need to switch canes!” Oh dear. I had used the heaviest cane, the one I had used on Andrew's bottom. Richard was doubled up in pain.
“It was a mistake, honest!” I pleaded.
“Right, and you made it!” said Nathalie. “Richard, I apologise. You will not be punished any further. What is more, you can take your revenge on Nicole, if you want. What would you like to do?”
“I think she deserves some of the medicine she gave to Gloria. I don't know, maybe 10 whacks?”
“You heard him. Get on the table!”
I was quickly strapped in, my legs spread wide, my vagina an open target for the cat-of-nine-tails. Richard was a big, strong man, and he was raising his arm to whip my vagina, the vagina of a slight, pretty, 16-year old.
It was terrible. My pussy felt like it was on fire. He struck again and again. It felt like I had got more than ten strokes when he was done. Having screamed quite a bit, I was now sobbing quietly.
“We shall leave Nicole in that position, which works admirably well for our next game. We need two contestants.” Cards were drawn, the highest and lowest got to play, as before. A dark-haired, somewhat morose guy of around 45 named George, and a shy-looking, blonde, slight bloke named Anthony.
Nathalie produced a vibrator, switched it on and showed it round the room. “You each get to use this on Nicole, taking turns. One minute each. The one who makes her cum gets a special reward. If she hasn’t cum after twenty minutes, she gets to draw one punishment ticket for each of you. Hopefully she will not mix up the implements this time, but I cannot promise anything, so you’d better make her cum!”
Anthony, who had drawn the higher card, got to choose if he wanted to go first, but chose to go second. After what my pussy had just been through, a wise choice, I thought.
Nathalie rubbed some lubricant onto my pussy and squirted some on the vibrator.
George wasted no time, ramming the vibrator into me and putting it on the highest setting. Did absolutely nothing for me. In fact, it just hurt. I was glad when the first minute was up.
Over to Anthony. He chose the sensitive approach, barely touching my vagina, teasing it, caressing it with the tip of the vibrator. Good, but not that good. I was nowhere near orgasm when his minute was up.
George had learned something from Anthony. He tried to be more sensitive, but then got impatient and rammed the thing into me again.
Anthony then did not use the vibrator at all, but used his fingers to spread my pussy lips. He found my clit and started caressing it, when a “Stop!” from Nathalie caused him to, well, stop, leaving me somewhat frustrated.
“The rules were that you could use the vibrator, and only the vibrator. Breaking the rules means you lose. I suggest we solve it this way: George gets the winner’s reward, and Nicole gets to draw a punishment ticket for you, Anthony. What do you all think?” The crowd thought this was a good compromise.
“Who shall go first?”
Most people thought I should first draw a ticket, so I was untied and drew. The ticket read: “Undress bottom half and secured with legs spread. One stroke with a riding crop on genitals (male victim: penis if erect, testicles if not erect) by each guest of the opposite sex.”
“Ok, Anthony, get your trousers and underpants off.” He timidly and reluctantly complied. His penis was hard. It was surprisingly long, but thin.
He was then tied to the table, each leg tied to a table leg. Cards were shuffled and drawn by each woman - I was going to draw one, but Nathalie told me that I was not a “guest” and therefore not entitled to, to my great disappointment.
Highest card went first. There were ten women there, plus Nathalie (who, for some reason, regarded herself as a guest, even though she was the hostess! I guess if you make up the rules, you can interpret them any way you like!).
She had actually drawn the highest card, the Ace of Spades, and went first, giving Anthony’s glans (the sensitive, smooth skin of the uncircumcised penis) an almighty whack.
He screamed. The next woman in line went for the same spot. Another scream.
The next stroke went onto his shaft, and he took that one without a noise. However, his erection was starting to go down. One more whack on his glans (number 4 of 11) and it was decidedly droopy.
Nathalie pronounced: “We have the same rules here as in 18-rated movies: if the angle of the penis to the body is smaller than the angle of the outline of the Italian peninsula, that no longer counts as an erection. The next stroke will be administered on his testicles. We are human, however, and I hope you ladies will try to alternate between his balls.” Laughter.
Anthony groaned in despair. The next woman, a brunette looking to be no more than 30, took careful aim and hit his right ball. He let out an almighty scream.
Cards were being compared. “It’s Jeanette’s turn. Make sure you play the game, Jeanette, even though he is your husband!”
Jeanette’s stroke was, however, half-hearted at best. It was clear that she was suffering with him.
There were four more strokes, by the end of which Anthony was merely whimpering. He was untied, and rolled himself into a ball in a corner of the room, Jeanette comforting him.
“Now for George’s special treat!”, Nathalie announced. “Nicole will give him a blow job. He will rate her performance from one to ten, with one being the best. The number he decides on will determine the number of whiplashes he will then give her across her breasts. George can choose to receive his treat here or in private in the spare room.”
Everybody was encouraging him not to go private, and he grinned and dropped his trousers. His penis was hanging down.
“Ok, Nicole, you know what to do”, he said. “I would advise you to swallow every drop, if you want a good mark.”
Now, although I was not a virgin, I went to an all-female school and my sexual experience with men was limited. To spell it out, I had never given head to anyone before, and while I was turned on by the idea, I would have preferred my first time not to be with a stranger, with 20 other people watching, under the threat of having my breasts badly whipped if I failed to come up to expectations!
There was nothing for it, however. I went on my knees, took his flaccid penis into my hands and started kissing it bashfully. No response.
I gently licked it. Still, nothing.
I licked his balls. Nothing.
I took it into my mouth and sucked it. I felt it getting slightly more engorged, but it didn’t last long. Derisive laughter.
“Ok, I simply can’t do it with everyone watching”, he said. “Could we please go to the spare room?”
Apparently this was ok, and so I found myself with him alone in an upstairs bedroom.
“Can you help me by spreading you pussy lips with your hands?”
I did, but still, no response between his legs. I tried by taking it into my mouth again. No joy.
He started wanking himself, but still no success.
“Ok, let’s make a deal”, he said. We pretend that you sucked me off, that you swallowed every drop and did a great job. I will then give you a mark of one and whip you very gently. How does that sound?” I readily agreed to this, and thought I’d got off lightly.
When we were back with the others, he told them that, in private, he had been able to perform. “Isn’t that right, Nicole?” “Yes”, I said, “a very impressive penis. It grows really big!”
“And yet, you have no idea what to do with it, do you, Nicole? That was the worst blow job I have ever had, 10 points. Tie her to the table!”
I was seized, put on the table, and tied down. I could not believe this was happening, and I had no idea how I could protest. I had lied either way, and I was sure I wasn’t going to be believed.
By the time I had thought this far, I was on my back, tied to the table, and George and Nathalie were choosing a whip. He was holding a thick, brutal looking one but she was insisting he use a much thinner one. They settled on a compromise - a hefty whip that really frightened me, but not nearly as thick as the one George had been wanting to use.
“Ok, Nicole is about to pay the price for not doing a good job giving George head. May this be a lesson to her! George, you may administer the first stroke!”
Whack! He really put all his weight behind it. My breasts were immediately on fire.
George encouraged the crowd to count down from five for each stroke: “Five, four, three, two, one!” Whack!
This one hit my right nipple right with the tip. The pain was unbearable, and I screamed, but my scream was drowned out by the next count-down:
“Five, four, three, two, one!” Whack! Another very hard one. I screamed again, this time it was very audible.
“I’ll now do two in quick succession. Count down from ten!”
He laid the whip across my breasts to take aim while the count down was going on, putting pressure on it with each number, then lifting the whip arm on three.
“Two, one!” Whack! Whack!
The pain was incredible, it was as if my breasts were being ripped from my chest. I was screaming the house down, and George stepped back to let me calm down. Another five to go!
I somehow got through them, George let me have a break between each whack, but at the end I was worried that my breasts would never be the same again.
“Ok”, said Nathalie, after this spectacle it is time for the auction. Four slots of thirty minutes in private with Nicole are on offer. She will follow your commands or else be punished by twenty whiplashes with the heaviest whip on the breasts, thirty strokes with the heaviest riding crop on her vagina and fifty strokes with the paddle on her bottom. It will be up to you if she is to be blindfolded or not while you are with her. However, my husband will get to enjoy her for the first half hour in private while we conduct the auction. She will be taken to the spare room now and he will join her there in a few minutes.”
Anna, the woman who had lost the first game and had then been caned as punishment, had agreed to look after me. She led me up to the spare room again. She asked me to lie down on the bed and put a soothing lotion over my breasts. It gave me instant relief.
“It’s good, isn’t it? Don’t tell anyone, but it has not just an analgesic but also a local anaesthetic mixed in. This will make it easier on you later on, as well. Do you want it anywhere else?” I asked her to apply some to my backside and back. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted any on my pussy - on the one hand, it would make it less painful to be whipped there; on the other, what if I might get a chance of an orgasm? I suspected that the cream would make reaching a climax very difficult, and I really needed relief, I was so excited!
When the cream had had a chance to penetrate, Anna opened the doors of the cupboard, revealing various chains, whips, restraints, a St Andrew’s cross and other torture devices. A wooden bench folded down, and there was a wooden bar that swung out into the middle of the room, clearly intended for a victim to be secured to by the wrists above her head.
Anna put handcuffs on me and then attached them to a pulley device that pulled my arms up. I could move my legs and move from side to side within a circle of about a metre’s radius, but that was it. She then put a blindfold on me and left me.
After a short wait, someone entered the room. He took the blindfold off me and introduced himself as Charles, Nathalie’s husband. Natalie then entered the room as well. She said that Charles had expressed the wish that they should enjoy me together, given that it was their anniversary. To enjoy a girl, to them, meant to torture her, she said. They both got naked, and took a whip each. They then started whipping me from back and front at the same time, competing who could get me to scream the loudest. They whipped themselves into a frenzy, literally!
I was grateful for the cream that Anna had applied. They then had very vigorous sex on the bed while I watched.
When they were done, Charles untied me and ordered me to suck his cock until he was hard again.
I did, though I did not enjoy the combination of male and female juices. He got a little bit harder, but before he was fully hard he ordered me to eat Natalie’s pussy.
While I was doing that (having been educated at a prestigious girls’ school, I had had some experience and knew what I was doing), he was caning my bottom.
He then roughly pulled me off her and got on top of her again, giving her another vigorous fuck. I was just standing there, not sure what to do with myself (other than the obvious!