TS MILF Neighbour Part III
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Benjamin was embarrassed and he was hurting. Benjamin was sitting on the
horse. He had built the horse himself at the friendly insistence of his
wife Mavis. The horse was a copy of the infamous punishment horses used
by the military hundreds of years ago. The punishment horse is said to
derive from the Japanese horse used to torture women as punishment for
crimes they had committed. Benjamin's horse looked like a saw horse but
the top beam was built like a little dog house with a peak. The rider
sat astride the peak. The horse was built so that the rider could not
quite touch the ground and the unfortunate rider would have to shift his
weight from one foot to the other to ease the pressure of the peaked
beam. Benjamin's horse was built so that poor Benjamin had to point his
toe like a dancer to touch the ground. When the leg began to cramp he
would shift to the other. Benjamin's hands were tied at the wrist and
over his head; they were hooked to a hook hanging from a cable. The
cable had a steel ring attached and Benjamin could relieve the pain and
cramps in his legs by lifting himself up with the ring. Of course this
put a strain on his shoulders and arms so he could not stand this for
more than a few minutes. Poor Benjamin was "riding the horse" - a
curious comical dance of lift, drop, point your toe, point your other
toe and lift. Benjamin was naked except for a pair of white cotton
panties and he was alone in his room. The door was open and he was
visible to the four women playing cards and snacking. The four women
consisted of his wife Mavis, his mother in law Myrtle, his mother Blanch
and his sister in law Mable. The guests had all seen him earlier and had
pithy comments about the state he was in and how good it was to see him
like this. They had all grown bored with watching him ride the horse and
had left him to contemplate his fate and endure the pain and
humiliation. Benjamin was in the forth hour of a six hour sentence on
the horse. He could feel the sweat drip down his chest and back, his
legs were in almost constant cramp now and his shoulders constant pain.
It was of little consolation to know that British soldiers and Japanese
women did this for days at a time. Benjamin would have a choice to make
at the end of six hours. Benjamin could choose four more hours or twenty
with the cane. Benjamin would choose the cane. There were extras that
went with the caning and he knew it, but he could not do the horse any
longer. If he was given a bargaining chip right now he would agree to
anything. Benjamin knew that at the very least his caning would be
humiliating and painful. He would be bent over the very horse he was now
riding, his wrists would be attached to a horse leg, his ass would be
high, his legs spread and attached to horse legs, his balls would be
splayed on the side of the peak; they would not be spared punishment.
Benjamin would be gagged with the panties he was wearing and a piece of
tape would insure they did not fall out. Mavis would use the small
swatter on his balls. There would be ten for each ball. He knew he could
stand that, and then there would be the caning. There would be twenty
strokes no more no less twenty, they would all be on his ass, he would
try to stand it he would try not to cry, to beg to plead, but he knew
that by the time she had given him ten he would be blubbering and
sobbing and willing to do anything to stop the torment, but it would be
twenty no more no less. As for now Benjamin still had more riding to do.
Mavis came into his room with a bottle of water and gave him a drink
through a straw. The horse sat on a large plastic sheet to catch any
body fluids. Benjamin was not allowed any bathroom breaks and would pee
while riding. The urine he was forced to sit in would only add to the
discomfort and the humiliation.
There was an adorable pink party dress hanging in the corner of the
room. It was a child's dress with short puffed sleeves and a tie that
went around the waist and would tie in the back with a big girly bow.
There were layers of white petticoats that went under the short skirt.
Just below the dress sitting on the floor were a pair of white T strap
Mary Jane shoes with a nice little girls round toe and a low heel. On a
Styrofoam wig head sat a curly blonde wig with a white sun bonnet
trimmed in pink. Benjamin has been looking at the dress for the three
and a half hours he had been on the horse. The dress had been made by
Myrtle just for Benjamin. The shoes had been ordered on line by Mavis
and the petticoats had come from a square dance shop that Mavis knew of.
Benjamin knew that there were shiny nude panty hose and ruffled sissy
pants in pink and white that had also come from the same square dance
shop. The four women had all agreed that the outfit was adorable and any
six year old girl would love to wear it. Earlier, in fact three and a
half hours earlier Benjamin had argued that he was indeed not a six year
old girl and no way was he going to wear that dress. Right now there was
nothing Benjamin wanted more than to wear that dress as long as it would
get him off the horse. No amount of begging or pleading had gotten him
off the horse and no amount of begging and pleading would change or
reduce the caning. Benjamin would do the six hours, take the caning and
wear the dress.
By the ninth stroke of the cane Benjamin was crying like a school girl.
He was trying to kick his legs but they were bound to the horse, he was
trying to cover his butt with his hands but they were tied to the horse
legs. Even though gagged the women could still her Benjamin plead with
Mavis to please stop and let him wear the dress. But he would receive
the full twenty. The women watched and smiled. They were past the shock
and awe of the pain and humiliation Benjamin had to endure. By the
thirteenth stroke Benjamin was covered in sweat and had peed on himself
and the horse. He had slowed his thrashing and when a stroke was
administered he just let out a pathetic little sob. Benjamin was a
beaten man both physically and emotionally he knew it and the four women
knew it. They all felt sorry for him at some level but he would get the
full twenty no more no less. There would be a time of recovery and then
he would be dressed or it would start all over again.
Still draped over the horse Mavis rubbed a soothing lotion into
Benjamin's posterior and on his balls. His mother Blanch massaged his
aching shoulders and neck. She said we can't have you stiff and sore
for your dancing - now can we dear? He just sobbed the memory of the
horse and the caning too fresh in his mind to argue with these women.
Benjamin did not really want to dance for the women. It would not be
just the four of them it would be a whole room full of women. Oh there
would be men there too men like him wearing little party dresses or
frilly short pant suits with ankle socks and Mary Janes. They would clap
at his dancing and pretend to enjoy his humiliation knowing that their
day would come.
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