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51 Penny and rick pt d
Dawn broke grey and windy, a tired Penny having passed a sleepless night, made tea, then sat watching the TV and alternately the ancient Westminster chime clock, its face foxed and worn, the only present she now had from her family, Ricky joining her as the news came on at eight, then at her request he went to the outhouse, and lit the fire in the old fireplace once the home of the old copper in this converted cottage wash-house, the heat would remove the chill from the place on this late autumn day. The task started, he waited for the kindling to catch, before adding the small logs that was its diet, it being the first time he had ever been in here alone he cast his eyes around this strange chamber, taking in tiled floor and the solid leather topped block in the centre, that his mother had so recently d****d herself over to allow him to prove his willingness to be part of this strange ritualistic fetish.
The sticks crackled aromatically as they warmed the old chimney, reminding him to add some small logs, the task done he now examined the cross, his fingers roaming over the securing chains, the dried blood on the wall that he had noticed on his last visit, and the leather whips, crops, and tawse that filled the rack menacingly secured to the far wall. Below it hung chains, cuffs, clamps, ropes, and a really wicked looking cane
He turned and his gaze fell on the chair, it had not been here before, a wooden one with arms and a rattan seat from her room, which he instinctively knew was here for him, musing that Penny must have placed it here during the week.
He made up the fire, and then quietly returned to the house and his mother, neither said a single word.
Over the next hour she toileted, took a shower, after which he dried her down, then together they opened the clothing bag, he helped her dress, plain white cotton knickers, a white bra, a girdle, tan stockings, a dark blue skirt and finally a frilly blouse. She swept her hair up into a ponytail then put on flat black court type shoes her hands now visibly beginning to shake a little as she glanced at the clock. She turned to Ricky and asked if he had seen the chair, to which he nodded. “This is your last opportunity to back out Ricky, but I hope you will not” He slowly said “he would not back out now,” so she continued with the instructions that; “As we enter the room you will get stripped off” she told him, “naked you will fit my wrist and ankle restraints, then you will sit in that chair and he will secure you and gag you, before he use`s me as always, but after he has done with me he will release you, not me, then leave you to use me as you wish, and regardless of my condition you must use me in any way you wish as Miss Devonport and I am trusting you not to lose control.” His face drained as he nodded his understanding and they held hands as they awaited the arrival of the master`s car which they knew would not be late.
The large grey car swung into the yard and she squeezed his hand, saying for him “not to forget she enjoyed the pain and her name was now Miss Derbyshire!” The door knocked and there stood a smiling man of perhaps 50 years, average height, nicely dressed in a grey suit, shoes shone. No words were exchanged just a nod and he walked into the living room as Penny led the lad into the kitchen. They stood silently waiting till he reappeared now dressed in a black track suit and trainer`s. He stared at them with black piercing unsmiling eyes, missing nothing, then suddenly turned snapped his fingers and led the way to the outhouse.
The wind wrapping itself round them with an icy grasp, as Master John opened the door, stepping into the now warm room and stepping to one side, to allow Penny to walk to the space between the block and the cross. Ricky stopping and closing the door to exclude the wind then standing by the door as the master faced him. The boy, his body trembling now silently allowing the removal by the master of his clothes, Shirt vest shoes and then the trousers, the masters hands cold as they passed over his bare skin removing his covering, no man ever having removed his clothes before, it took all his concentration to stand still as the cold fingers ran round his underpants waistband sliding them down, releasing his now stiff member, those eyes fixed on his, unmoving boring into his very brain. The master took hold of the lad`s penis, then led him to the rack and pointed. Rick took no telling, taking the cuffs indicated, to his mother who stood passively waiting for him to complete his task.
The four cuffs in place he exchanged glances with his mother, who`s eyes sparkled in reply to his unasked question, he turned, and returned to the dark eyed man that had so much power in this room. He sat placed his arms on the chair arms and waited, as the master wrapped rope around both his wrists, a small ball gag was thrust between his teeth then he was left for a moment as his mother was attached by first to one and then to the other wrist each secured by a rope thrown over a beam, her feet likewise secured apart one to the block and the other to the base of the cross.
Ricky could not take his eyes from the scene as his lovely mother now secured unable to move her body from the ordeal that they all knew was to come; she appeared more relaxed now as she knew all control of her own destiny had now gone. The master`s eyes returned to his and stood looking at him as if to ask if he was ready. Ricky returned the steady gaze, making no attempt to give anything away.
The eyes returned to mother and stood looking at her from about three feet away silently appraising her as she hung waiting. His voice rang around the chamber as he asked her “why are you here?”
Her voice fluttered as she replied that “I am her to be punished master, in any way you wish, and as hard as you want”, he nodded then produced a long wicked looking razor, which he wiped on his coat arm in a most provoking way. His other hand snaked out and lifted her chin as the blade sliced wickedly down her shirt front neatly slicing the buttons from the blouse, the revealed white bra standing out from her body, protecting the soft breasts from the blade. The next cuts slithered down each arm dropping the rag that was once a nice blouse in ribbons to the floor, tiny lines of blood showing as the razor again swung, this time at the belly slicing through the waistband and leaving another tiny scratch on the smooth skin.
Penny hanging up on the now taunt ropes allowed herself a low moan, as the skirt dropped to the floor it lay over the ropes holding her ankles apart like the base of some bizarre statue. The blade held lightly to the left stocking slithered along from shin to stocking top, caressing the skin and shredding the nylon. As a shudder ran through the woman`s body. Ricky`s eyes fixed now on the wicked slicing blade as it began its tickling run up the other leg from shoe slowly up to the clasp, a flick of the wrist removing each clasp in the twinkle of an eye, all six dropping on the skirt as his hand now slipped under the girdle pulling it from her body as the razor slashed at it, removing it in just three cuts to fall at the feet of the victim like an autumn leaf.
He stood back admiring the few tiny rivulets from the tiny nicks he had purposely inflicted, her eyes followed that blade as it began to slither over her bra, not cutting just sliding slowly into place over the soft mounds, and finishing with a flick that removed the right shoulder strap, again the long slithering stroke up across the erect nipple, then the cup and again that flip that removed the strap in a single swipe.
The sharp intake of her breath and the out-thrusting of her breasts along with the lifting of her head from the danger area told of her knowing where the next stroke would be placed. In the light of the single bulb the blade glittered as it swiped at the bra neatly severing the main strap and allowing the cups to fall free leaving just a tiniest of thin single red scratches between the soft white mounds, not a cut just a tiny scratch placed precisely by a razor wielding artist. She moaned again she knew the last item was her white cotton knickers, now dropped with small red drops from the various tiny nicks.
He looked at the lad who`s eyes had never left the scene, or that awful blade, he smiled at the lads amazed face and stiff cock giving away his excitement. He reached between her legs, rested the blade on her backbone then ran it from the back just under the waistband down the crack of the trembling woman`s backside, between her legs and across the tight cotton covering the tenderest spot on her body, a single instinctive cut finishing without spilling a single drop of blood, by cutting the waistband and then nicking the leg-bands he revealed her whole body to both his and the lads gaze as the remains of the panties dropped to the pile to absorb any droplets of blood or juice she would now produce..
He left her then and went to the side of the mesmerised lad removing the gag and whispering to him “did he enjoy that, she did, now watch her bloodspots drip on those clothes,”
His hand dropped to the lad`s tool, wiping the precum onto his fingers then first licking his fingers, then doing it again and holding it for the lad to lick, Ricky, finding he was unable to resist, lapping the liquid from the hand like a kitten with cream. “What shall I use on her now?”, it was a question, not a remark, as he wiped the back of the razor along the lads throbbing cock. “Whatever you wish sir” he sputtered his whole world centred on that cool blade sliding over his tool, the master told him to watch his mother, then removed a hair or two from the tender balls as the lad concentrated on his mother, hanging moaning freely now waiting for the next round and watching the master avidly.
The monster made up his mind, strode to the rack and collected a crop, returning and swiping the thing hard on the lads left thigh. “feel that, that`s just one, she is going to get 50!” The leg now showed a livid red line up the length, fire running through the skin, his first taste. Her eyes on the lad now as master John faced her swished the crop about pointing at each location and as he pronounced sentence “50 spread on her back her arse and her tits, and I will leave the pussy for you if you promise to give it another 5, without flinching, do you promise?.” Ricky mumbled that “he promised,” Master John swung round to the lad, and snapped, “Don’t promise me, promise her, she loves a promise don’t you my bitch”, this last directed at his victim.
The woman answered in a clear voice “yes sir, I respect someone who keeps a promise.” He turned back to the lad, “Well ask her.” The lad called to her, “would you like me to whip your pussy 5 times after the master has finished with you mother?”
To which she raised her head and in little looked steadily at him and in a little more than a whisper said “if it pleases my master to mark my body 50 times and to have you whip my soft pussy a further 5 then so be it, and I shall relish the pain for him, and expect you to do his bidding well and with strength.”
Master John then began at the top of her back instructing her to call the strokes and telling her if she screamed once he would give her more strokes, did she understand. She nodded then began to shout out 1, 2, 3, 4, as each successive stroke fell her eyes never leaving her sons face and a smile flitting across her face as he winced as stroke landed and each welt began to form, at 10 he moved his target to her backside, at 20 he returned to her back then again slowing the strokes each now measured and fierce swung from the shoulder with all the force he could muster, 31, 32, 33, tears forming and dropping from her eyes now, spaces between welts hard to see, 39, 40, the rain of blows stopped, and he addressed the now weeping woman, “well?”
“Please master you`ve forgotten my chest” she sobbed, knowing his joy was to watch her breasts bounce. He walked to her front and first at the left breast then the right hefted a rain of blows, her moans interrupted by her cry`s of 41, sob 42, sob, 43, the blows stopping at 48, while she hung expectant and he waited for her to regain her breath before administering the last two hard and accurate across each nipple, Her weight hung by her wrists now, her body one screaming pain of red welt`s as he left her and approached the lad. He undid the bindings then dropped his own trousers, to reveal his tool, a huge curved angry red baton which, as he passed the crop to the lad, he took in his hand with the command “5”. The lad advanced to his mother’s body, her eyes imploring him to do the dead and finish the punishment, tears coursing her cheeks as she nodded to him and as he began his first stroke whispered “Miss Derbyshire!” He hesitated, smiled then swung these last five blows into her tender cleft with gusto, to her screams and his count of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the last to the accompaniment of the both the victims obvious climax and the masters massive eruption of a fountain of seed spraying onto the block with a loud ecstatic groan, the lad mesmerised now at his mother`s thunderous climax stood open mouthed, just barely conscious of the door closing as the master quietly slipped from the room.
As she regained full consciousness, Penny hung, her body a sea of fire, the circulation having long stopped to her hands, she regaining her breath and her wits eyeing the lad, stood, crop in hand like some immobile statue. Her voice slowly penetrated his foggy mind, and he released her legs, then as he released her hands he lowered her tenderly to the ground. “Please” she begged “use me for yourself” Bemused at her need still, having endured this awful pain but still wanting him to have his own release, he nodded his understanding, then not trusting his own voice, motioned her to d**** herself over the block, which she soon did, as quickly as her ravaged body would allow, the masters spend cold now, spreading under her belly, as she braced herself holding the now familiar rings, to allow him to use of her body in any way he wished.
He chose her un-lubricated anus, a long held fantasy of his, the head of his rigid tool spreading her painfully as he opened her before invaded her with a single thrust forcing his way deep into her bowel, her scream of painful ecstasy masked by the sound of the masters departing car as his seed spilled deep into her body.
Dawn broke grey and windy, a tired Penny having passed a sleepless night, made tea, then sat watching the TV and alternately the ancient Westminster chime clock, its face foxed and worn, the only present she now had from her family, Ricky joining her as the news came on at eight, then at her request he went to the outhouse, and lit the fire in the old fireplace once the home of the old copper in this converted cottage wash-house, the heat would remove the chill from the place on this late autumn day. The task started, he waited for the kindling to catch, before adding the small logs that was its diet, it being the first time he had ever been in here alone he cast his eyes around this strange chamber, taking in tiled floor and the solid leather topped block in the centre, that his mother had so recently d****d herself over to allow him to prove his willingness to be part of this strange ritualistic fetish.
The sticks crackled aromatically as they warmed the old chimney, reminding him to add some small logs, the task done he now examined the cross, his fingers roaming over the securing chains, the dried blood on the wall that he had noticed on his last visit, and the leather whips, crops, and tawse that filled the rack menacingly secured to the far wall. Below it hung chains, cuffs, clamps, ropes, and a really wicked looking cane
He turned and his gaze fell on the chair, it had not been here before, a wooden one with arms and a rattan seat from her room, which he instinctively knew was here for him, musing that Penny must have placed it here during the week.
He made up the fire, and then quietly returned to the house and his mother, neither said a single word.
Over the next hour she toileted, took a shower, after which he dried her down, then together they opened the clothing bag, he helped her dress, plain white cotton knickers, a white bra, a girdle, tan stockings, a dark blue skirt and finally a frilly blouse. She swept her hair up into a ponytail then put on flat black court type shoes her hands now visibly beginning to shake a little as she glanced at the clock. She turned to Ricky and asked if he had seen the chair, to which he nodded. “This is your last opportunity to back out Ricky, but I hope you will not” He slowly said “he would not back out now,” so she continued with the instructions that; “As we enter the room you will get stripped off” she told him, “naked you will fit my wrist and ankle restraints, then you will sit in that chair and he will secure you and gag you, before he use`s me as always, but after he has done with me he will release you, not me, then leave you to use me as you wish, and regardless of my condition you must use me in any way you wish as Miss Devonport and I am trusting you not to lose control.” His face drained as he nodded his understanding and they held hands as they awaited the arrival of the master`s car which they knew would not be late.
The large grey car swung into the yard and she squeezed his hand, saying for him “not to forget she enjoyed the pain and her name was now Miss Derbyshire!” The door knocked and there stood a smiling man of perhaps 50 years, average height, nicely dressed in a grey suit, shoes shone. No words were exchanged just a nod and he walked into the living room as Penny led the lad into the kitchen. They stood silently waiting till he reappeared now dressed in a black track suit and trainer`s. He stared at them with black piercing unsmiling eyes, missing nothing, then suddenly turned snapped his fingers and led the way to the outhouse.
The wind wrapping itself round them with an icy grasp, as Master John opened the door, stepping into the now warm room and stepping to one side, to allow Penny to walk to the space between the block and the cross. Ricky stopping and closing the door to exclude the wind then standing by the door as the master faced him. The boy, his body trembling now silently allowing the removal by the master of his clothes, Shirt vest shoes and then the trousers, the masters hands cold as they passed over his bare skin removing his covering, no man ever having removed his clothes before, it took all his concentration to stand still as the cold fingers ran round his underpants waistband sliding them down, releasing his now stiff member, those eyes fixed on his, unmoving boring into his very brain. The master took hold of the lad`s penis, then led him to the rack and pointed. Rick took no telling, taking the cuffs indicated, to his mother who stood passively waiting for him to complete his task.
The four cuffs in place he exchanged glances with his mother, who`s eyes sparkled in reply to his unasked question, he turned, and returned to the dark eyed man that had so much power in this room. He sat placed his arms on the chair arms and waited, as the master wrapped rope around both his wrists, a small ball gag was thrust between his teeth then he was left for a moment as his mother was attached by first to one and then to the other wrist each secured by a rope thrown over a beam, her feet likewise secured apart one to the block and the other to the base of the cross.
Ricky could not take his eyes from the scene as his lovely mother now secured unable to move her body from the ordeal that they all knew was to come; she appeared more relaxed now as she knew all control of her own destiny had now gone. The master`s eyes returned to his and stood looking at him as if to ask if he was ready. Ricky returned the steady gaze, making no attempt to give anything away.
The eyes returned to mother and stood looking at her from about three feet away silently appraising her as she hung waiting. His voice rang around the chamber as he asked her “why are you here?”
Her voice fluttered as she replied that “I am her to be punished master, in any way you wish, and as hard as you want”, he nodded then produced a long wicked looking razor, which he wiped on his coat arm in a most provoking way. His other hand snaked out and lifted her chin as the blade sliced wickedly down her shirt front neatly slicing the buttons from the blouse, the revealed white bra standing out from her body, protecting the soft breasts from the blade. The next cuts slithered down each arm dropping the rag that was once a nice blouse in ribbons to the floor, tiny lines of blood showing as the razor again swung, this time at the belly slicing through the waistband and leaving another tiny scratch on the smooth skin.
Penny hanging up on the now taunt ropes allowed herself a low moan, as the skirt dropped to the floor it lay over the ropes holding her ankles apart like the base of some bizarre statue. The blade held lightly to the left stocking slithered along from shin to stocking top, caressing the skin and shredding the nylon. As a shudder ran through the woman`s body. Ricky`s eyes fixed now on the wicked slicing blade as it began its tickling run up the other leg from shoe slowly up to the clasp, a flick of the wrist removing each clasp in the twinkle of an eye, all six dropping on the skirt as his hand now slipped under the girdle pulling it from her body as the razor slashed at it, removing it in just three cuts to fall at the feet of the victim like an autumn leaf.
He stood back admiring the few tiny rivulets from the tiny nicks he had purposely inflicted, her eyes followed that blade as it began to slither over her bra, not cutting just sliding slowly into place over the soft mounds, and finishing with a flick that removed the right shoulder strap, again the long slithering stroke up across the erect nipple, then the cup and again that flip that removed the strap in a single swipe.
The sharp intake of her breath and the out-thrusting of her breasts along with the lifting of her head from the danger area told of her knowing where the next stroke would be placed. In the light of the single bulb the blade glittered as it swiped at the bra neatly severing the main strap and allowing the cups to fall free leaving just a tiniest of thin single red scratches between the soft white mounds, not a cut just a tiny scratch placed precisely by a razor wielding artist. She moaned again she knew the last item was her white cotton knickers, now dropped with small red drops from the various tiny nicks.
He looked at the lad who`s eyes had never left the scene, or that awful blade, he smiled at the lads amazed face and stiff cock giving away his excitement. He reached between her legs, rested the blade on her backbone then ran it from the back just under the waistband down the crack of the trembling woman`s backside, between her legs and across the tight cotton covering the tenderest spot on her body, a single instinctive cut finishing without spilling a single drop of blood, by cutting the waistband and then nicking the leg-bands he revealed her whole body to both his and the lads gaze as the remains of the panties dropped to the pile to absorb any droplets of blood or juice she would now produce..
He left her then and went to the side of the mesmerised lad removing the gag and whispering to him “did he enjoy that, she did, now watch her bloodspots drip on those clothes,”
His hand dropped to the lad`s tool, wiping the precum onto his fingers then first licking his fingers, then doing it again and holding it for the lad to lick, Ricky, finding he was unable to resist, lapping the liquid from the hand like a kitten with cream. “What shall I use on her now?”, it was a question, not a remark, as he wiped the back of the razor along the lads throbbing cock. “Whatever you wish sir” he sputtered his whole world centred on that cool blade sliding over his tool, the master told him to watch his mother, then removed a hair or two from the tender balls as the lad concentrated on his mother, hanging moaning freely now waiting for the next round and watching the master avidly.
The monster made up his mind, strode to the rack and collected a crop, returning and swiping the thing hard on the lads left thigh. “feel that, that`s just one, she is going to get 50!” The leg now showed a livid red line up the length, fire running through the skin, his first taste. Her eyes on the lad now as master John faced her swished the crop about pointing at each location and as he pronounced sentence “50 spread on her back her arse and her tits, and I will leave the pussy for you if you promise to give it another 5, without flinching, do you promise?.” Ricky mumbled that “he promised,” Master John swung round to the lad, and snapped, “Don’t promise me, promise her, she loves a promise don’t you my bitch”, this last directed at his victim.
The woman answered in a clear voice “yes sir, I respect someone who keeps a promise.” He turned back to the lad, “Well ask her.” The lad called to her, “would you like me to whip your pussy 5 times after the master has finished with you mother?”
To which she raised her head and in little looked steadily at him and in a little more than a whisper said “if it pleases my master to mark my body 50 times and to have you whip my soft pussy a further 5 then so be it, and I shall relish the pain for him, and expect you to do his bidding well and with strength.”
Master John then began at the top of her back instructing her to call the strokes and telling her if she screamed once he would give her more strokes, did she understand. She nodded then began to shout out 1, 2, 3, 4, as each successive stroke fell her eyes never leaving her sons face and a smile flitting across her face as he winced as stroke landed and each welt began to form, at 10 he moved his target to her backside, at 20 he returned to her back then again slowing the strokes each now measured and fierce swung from the shoulder with all the force he could muster, 31, 32, 33, tears forming and dropping from her eyes now, spaces between welts hard to see, 39, 40, the rain of blows stopped, and he addressed the now weeping woman, “well?”
“Please master you`ve forgotten my chest” she sobbed, knowing his joy was to watch her breasts bounce. He walked to her front and first at the left breast then the right hefted a rain of blows, her moans interrupted by her cry`s of 41, sob 42, sob, 43, the blows stopping at 48, while she hung expectant and he waited for her to regain her breath before administering the last two hard and accurate across each nipple, Her weight hung by her wrists now, her body one screaming pain of red welt`s as he left her and approached the lad. He undid the bindings then dropped his own trousers, to reveal his tool, a huge curved angry red baton which, as he passed the crop to the lad, he took in his hand with the command “5”. The lad advanced to his mother’s body, her eyes imploring him to do the dead and finish the punishment, tears coursing her cheeks as she nodded to him and as he began his first stroke whispered “Miss Derbyshire!” He hesitated, smiled then swung these last five blows into her tender cleft with gusto, to her screams and his count of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, the last to the accompaniment of the both the victims obvious climax and the masters massive eruption of a fountain of seed spraying onto the block with a loud ecstatic groan, the lad mesmerised now at his mother`s thunderous climax stood open mouthed, just barely conscious of the door closing as the master quietly slipped from the room.
As she regained full consciousness, Penny hung, her body a sea of fire, the circulation having long stopped to her hands, she regaining her breath and her wits eyeing the lad, stood, crop in hand like some immobile statue. Her voice slowly penetrated his foggy mind, and he released her legs, then as he released her hands he lowered her tenderly to the ground. “Please” she begged “use me for yourself” Bemused at her need still, having endured this awful pain but still wanting him to have his own release, he nodded his understanding, then not trusting his own voice, motioned her to d**** herself over the block, which she soon did, as quickly as her ravaged body would allow, the masters spend cold now, spreading under her belly, as she braced herself holding the now familiar rings, to allow him to use of her body in any way he wished.
He chose her un-lubricated anus, a long held fantasy of his, the head of his rigid tool spreading her painfully as he opened her before invaded her with a single thrust forcing his way deep into her bowel, her scream of painful ecstasy masked by the sound of the masters departing car as his seed spilled deep into her body.
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