KINGS & QUEENS 11.
Mr. Pittman said, "You are very lucky to have two beautiful responsive girls to
punish. Have you punished Stella or Barbie for no other reason than your
entertainment before?"
"No. They have always done something wrong."
"Now you know they will allow punishment just to excite you or a guest."
Dad said, "Well Stella surprised me but I don't think Barbie would allow it. She
cries and screams at punishment sessions. Especially 'Willing Fives' I would
feel guilty hurting her just for my enjoyment."
Mr. Pittman said,Willing fives?"
Dad explained willing fives and I became excited just from listening to the
explanation.
Mr. Pittman said,"Oh then you have punished the breasts and vagina before now."
"Just Barbie. Stella said she is afraid injury to her breasts may cause cancer
even though Barbie said her coach told the girls they didn't have to worry about
that and Stella had never done anything bad enough to earn a pussy spanking."
"Barbie is right. Breast cancer is caused by bad genes inherited from the
mother. If you have no history of that they won't get it. The breast injury is
an old wives tale. Mothers told their daughters not to let boys fondle their
breast because if the boy squeezed hard they could get cancer. Actually it was
just an attempt to keep their girls virginal. Obviously Stella now knows pussy
spanking is not so bad.
I said, "He is right Daddy. Hitting the outer lips is no worse than the tummy.
It is only when you hit in the slit that is real bad. Same on boobies. Just the
nipples hurt terribly."
Mr. Pittman grinned and said,"Would you volunteer fo a breast and pussy
spankiing Barbie?"
I thought for a moment. This would be an opportunity to atone for my
prostitution. I was sure it would hurt too much to make me cum and look like a
slut but I decided to be sure by asking for something that truly frightened me.
"Yes and to show how much I love Daddy and to prove to you how brave I can be I
will go out and cut two willow switches. So you can both hit me at once."
Dad looked shocked and said, "Really? You cry like crazy when I switch your
butt. Your breasts and pussy will be worse."
I wished he had not reminded me. I gulped and said, "It has to hurt a lot to
prove my love and courage."
Dad said doughtfully, "Okay go get the switches."
I began to take off my clothes and Dad said, "You only have to go out naked for
a switch at night. Our neighbor may be home."
"Yes, That possibility will make it more humiliating."
When I was naked I went to Mr.Pittman and said, "See. I am firm like Mom."
He was gracious enough not to mention he had felt me before. He lifted and
squeezed my boobs and pulled on the nipples to make me gasp then squeezed my
buns. I said,"Oh that feels good."
He grinned and said, "Enjoy. What is coming won't feel good."
"I know. I hope I can be brave for you and not scream."
"If you do I will understand."
I nodded and went out to cut the switches I planned to get two long ones for
maximum leverage. I took my time to find two exactly alike and was stripping off
the leaves and twigs when I saw our neighbor at the window. I put on a pouty
look and waved the switches to let him know for sure I was going to be spanked.
He looked at me longingly and I knew he would have paid almost anything to see
what was going to happen to me. Perversly that made me feel like a great
entertainer and wondered what it would be like to have a lot of people see me to
yell and applaud.
I went inside and handed them the switches which were now whips as bad as any in
the sex store.
Mr. Pittman said, "How many lashes will you accept?"
I shuddered as I realised I would soon be in pain and didn't know what to say.
Finally I said, "I would like to know how much pain I can stand. Why don't you
just hit me until you feel sorry for me or until I put my hands in front of me
to protect myself. You can have a contest, Since Dad is left handed he can hit
my left boob and pussy lip and you can hit the right. You can see which of you
puts the stripes on most evenly.
They evidentally discussed my postion while I was cutting the switches. They had
placed a cushion on the table and after Dad had lifted me to sit on it they
pulled my knees open and tied them down to the table to open me widely then ran
another rope over my tummy to pull it down and cause my vagina to go up. They
told me to stretch my hands back behind my head to expose all of my boobs
Mr. Pitman felt my boobs and said, "Good. That eliminates the little crease at
the bottom."
I gave out a little moan knowing they planned to stripe every inch of my boobs.
I was now frightened at my so helpless position and cursed myself for asking for
this.
Mr. Pittman ran his hand over my gaping pussy and said, "She must be frightened.
She is dry."
I said defiantly, "Wouldn't you be scared."
He laughed and said, "I can't imagine being in your position. Since this is
voluntary we decided we won't hit your nipples and slit. Unless you ask for it."
I shuddered and said, "That is not likely. Please hit as fast as you can. I want
to get as many lashes as possible before quitting and if I have time to think
about it I may quit."
Mr. Pittman said, "In order to keep her entire body stimulated I think I should
hit her pussy while you hit her tits then at six we will switch."
Okay. I will be at her head and you can be at her feet. That way when we switch
she will have time to let us know if she can't take any more."
I shuddered knowing the switch would be hitting from my pubic bone to my anus
and would flex over my boob.
they laid their switches on my boob and pussy to let them slide back so the tip
would be where they wanted then Dad said,"One"
My right boob and right pussy lip exploded in pain at nearly the same time.I was
in mid gasp when Dad said "Two" and the other side exploded. It continued that
way so fast I had no chance to recover then he said six and they changed
positions. That gave me a chance to feel the burn and sting. Pain was radiating
all through me.
Dad said,"Well?"
I loved him for giving me the chance to end this but I couldn't quit after six.
Well, twelve, but since they came at once it was more like six.
I moaned, "More."
Mr Pittman said "Good girl."
and Dad said, "Seven." The pain returned and kept building. At twelve my boobs
and pussy were burning and throbbing. I was panting and sweating like crazy and
my body was pulsating. It took all my nerve to pant,"More."
They changed positions to stand at my sides and the stripes came across my tits
and just the tip went across my pussy lips. It seemed even worse but then
suddenly it didn't hurt anymore. There was just stimulation that made me pump my
hips and waggle my boobs. I knew what Mom had felt.
At eighteen Mr. Pittman shoved his fingers into me and said, "You are ready for
nipples and slit aren't you."
I moaned, "Yes,nipples and slit. Oh yes."
I am sure I could never have been able to withstand the pain that followed if I
had not been so excited but since I was orgasms came building stronger and
stronger with each lash.
Suddenly Dad said, "That is enough. She is bleeding."
I grabbed a burning nipple in one hand and my throbbing clit in the other and
cried,"No. Don't quit. I can take more."
Mr Pittman said, "Daddy knows best."
I cried, "No. I am so close to the one that will make me faint."
Mr Pittman grinned and said, "Maybe next time we will use something that won't
cut you so you may be whipped for hours."
I moaned, "Yes. Next time." I guess I was so exhausted from the pain and orgasms
I went to sleep
I woke up in my bed the next morning and found my breasts and pussy was covered
in some kind of ointment. I assumed Dad had put it on to stop the pain and avoid
infection.
I got up and looked in the mirror to see about a dozen small scabs where the
points of the switches had cut my nipples and the thin inner lips of my pussy.
Strangely I was proud of them and could hardly wait to show them to Trish and
Buffy.
I suddenly realized that I was terribly thirsty so I tore myself away from the
mirror and put on a robe to go downstairs to the kitchen. Mom was there in her
robe making coffee. I grabbed a glass and poured myself some orange juice. I
noticed Mom was standing with her legs open and said, "How do you feel. Mom?"
"A little sore but okay I guess." Suddenly she began to cry and sobbed, "No. I
am not okay. I must be crazy. Mr. Pittman made me have orgasms and he knows it.
How can I face him again?"
"Don't feel bad Mom. They made me cum too. It is just our nature."
"Oh God. Did they spank your vagina too?"
"Worse. They switched it. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"Okay. You first."
I opened my robe to show the purple welts on my boobs and pussy."
She came closer to gntly touch one of the welts and said, "God that must have
been awful. The switch cut you a little. How could you stand it?"
"It hurt awfully at first but then like you I began to want it. At the end when
I was having fantastic orgasms I begged for more."
"Oh God. I think I would have too if I hadn't fainted at the strongest orgasm I
have ever had."
"Let me see it"
"Okay but it is ugly."
She opened her robe and then her legs a little more. Her whole pussy was a solid
bruise and looked puffy as if swollen.
She said, "It looks awful doesn't it?"
"Yes but I bet if you touch it it will excite you just like me."
"Oh God. You too. We must be both crazy."
"Maybe but I bet other women would do it if they knew it would excite them so
much."
"I don't think a normal woman would try it. I wouldn't have if I hadn't wanted a
new car so much. My old clunker is sick again. What did he offer you?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to see if I could get the orgasms you did."
"At least you did not prostitute yourself for a car like me. I don't know how I
am going to face him."
I grinned and said, "I think when you see him you will be excited remembering
what happened."
"Oh I don't think so. Right now I just feel ashamed. I hope I can avoid seeing
him alone."
Dad walked in and said, " I am surprised you are up after last night. Open your
robes so I can see the damage."
We hesitated until he said, "It is a little late to be bashful. Open them."
We stood there side by side and opened our robes. Mom blushed which I thought
was kind of silly at this late date.
Dad looked at us in horror and said, "Oh God I am so sorry I got you girls
involved. I should have won the promotion on my own."
I said,"It is okay Daddy. I wanted to see if I would be excited like Mom and she
really wanted the new car and job."
Mom said, "Yes you shouldn't feel bad. We asked for it."
"I am glad you feel that way. I have good news. Stella, you will be on call and
may only work a couple of hours per day although you will be paid by the
monthwith a raise. Barbie, he gave me five hundred dollars for you to spend on
clothes."
I said, "Oh Good. I can buy more leather skirts and shirts like Buffy and the
other girls."
Mom said, "It will be nice to be home more. With our old schedule I never got a
chance to get to know Barbie."
About then the phone rang. Dad talked on it for awhile the hung up to say, "That
was the dispacher. He is sending a car to you so you can get your new car, Be
here in about a half hour."
Mom said, "I am going to dress in a business suit so in case I see Mr. Pittman
he won't get any ideas."
I said, "I have to dress too for shopping. You'll take me won't you Daddy?"
He said, "Sure kitten. It is the least I can do."
That was fun. Daddy joined me in the dressing room and seemed to enjoy watching
the girl dress and undress me in all the leather skirts and shirts they had.
Maybe it was because she blushed every time she pulled the shirts off my bare
boobs. He even spent a little more than the five hundred Mr. Pittman had given
him.
When we got home there was a white Cadillac in our driveway and Mom was sitting
at the kitchen table wearing a robe. Dad said, "That is a pretty car. Why are
you wearing a robe? Were you in the shower?"
"No. Mr Pittman says I have to wear a uniform and it is embarrassing."
"How bad can it be? You will be in public."
"Yes that is the bad part. It is barely legal."
"Let us see it."
Mom took off the robe and showed us the wildest costume I had ever seen. The top
was just a leather vest with no back just leather strings to make it obvious she
was not wearing a bra. The front was open to show cleavage nearly to the nipples
and her cute little belly button. The skirt was matching leather with the
waistband barely covering her buttcrack and the front cut down to her pubic
bone. The sides were open to her waist making it obvious she was not wearing
panties.
Dad said,"Twirl."
She twirled and amazingly although the lower part of the skirt flared and the
lower part of the vest no more of her butt, pussy, or boobs were exposed.
Dad said, "Amazing. I tought everything would show. Is it glued to you?"
Mom said,"I wish it was. These hold it in place."
She pulled open the front of the vest to show three little metal clamps sewed to
the leather pinching each boob and when she pulled on the side flaps of the
skirt six more clamps were pinching her outer butt cheeks and six more down the
front of her thighs.
I said, "Oh wow. Do the clamps hurt?"
"Yes at first but then they get numb and only hurt when the leather gets pulled
when I sit down or bend over."
Dad said, "I guess it is worth it to stay decent."
"You don't think it is obscene? Doesn't it bother you that men stare at me and
make me feel embarrassed?"
"Actually I have always felt proud other men find you attractive since you
belong to me."
"Oh I was hoping you would talk to Mr. Pittman to see if I could wear something
more conventional."
"No. Mr Pittman is the boss. Besides it excites me to think of you picking up
people at the airport with hundreds of people seeing you."
"Oh God. I have to do that in an hour. Men may like it but women will just think
I am a slut."
"Fuck them. They will just be jealous of your great body."
I saw the conversation was going nowhere so I asked, "Mom can we go for a ride
in your new car."
"Okay. It is wonderful. Do you want to go Honey?"
Dad said, "No I have to go over the personnel lists so I will know my groups
strength and weaknesses for Monday."
We went out to the car and I noticed her wince as she sat down and gasp later
when she hit a pothole that made her boobs jump.
"I said, The costume fits you perfectly. How did they know your size?"
Mom blushed and said, "That was embarrassing. Mr. Pittman has a tailor. We went
to his shop then Mr. Pittman made me take off all my clothes and let this
strange man measure every inch of me. He even ran a tape from my pubic bone
through my pussy lips and up my butt crack to my waist. I thought I would die of
embarrassment. Strangely he didn't even mention my poor bruised pussy. He must
have seen them before."
"Oh wow Mom. It must have been a little exciting too."
"Yes I guess it was. They gave me a lot of compliments and since I always wore
conservative clothes it has been a long time since I got a lot of compliments.
"You know what I mean?"
"Oh yes. I am willing to get naked to get compliments. They make me feel proud."
"Yes. Mr Pittman had me wear the costume as we walked back to his office. Ten
blocks with gobs of people. I had mixed feelings. Men stared and some even
whistled or made comments but women sneered at me as if I was a whore. I was
constantly feeling proud then ashamed."
"Like Dad said, Fuck them they are just jealous."
"You think so? Any way when we got to his office he invited the sales staff in
and introduced me.I really felt good when one of them said I would make a great
impression and even one of the girls agreed but then he embarrassed me. He said,
"I designed the uniform. No matter gow hard the wind blows she wont be exposed.
See."
"At See, he pulled at the lapels of my vest making me gasp as the clamps bit my
boobs. They could see the clamps and one of the girls said, 'She must be a good
girl.' Do you think good girl means someone who will accept pain?"
"Maybe. Both Daddy and Mr. Pittman say good girl when we are brave. What else
did he do?"
"Nothing more. He gave me the keys to the car and said,'Be nice to my
customers.' as I was leaving they began making a list of customers I should
greet."
I said,"What does he mean about being nice?"
"I don't know. I guess carry their luggage and suggest good places to eat or be
entertained."
"Mom you are a good looking woman nearly naked. I think they may want more than
that."
She said,"Oh God. I had better ask."
She picked up the car phone and called the office. After asking what being nice
meant her end of the conversation was just a series of "Yes's." and "I
understands."
I said,"What did he say?"
"He said to use my own judgement but that if the customer was not happy with me
I would be punished in front of the sales staff I had let down. What am I going
to do? I am married. I can't fuck some strange man."
"It looks like you have three choices. Quit the job, Please the customer, or
take the punishment,"
"No there is only one. I can't quit. This is more money with less work than I
have ever had and it would be too embarrassing to be punished in front of the
sales staff."
"Well in less than an hour I guess you will find out what is expected."
"Yes. I'll take you home I don't want to be late."
I was dying of curiosity so I waited up for her. Dad went to bed since he was
getting up early to play golf with Mr. Pittman.
A couple of hours later I heard her carr purr into the driveway. I met her at
the door and asked excitedly,"What happened?"
"He was a nice looking man who obviously was used to being waited on. He sat in
the car while I loaded his luggage and he just sat in the back quietly as I
drove him to the hotel. It is nice to be rich. He didn't have to register or
anything. He just told the clerk his name and was given a key. The bellhop put
the luggage on a cart and began to follow him but he said, 'Nevermind. My driver
will bring up my luggage.' He just looked at me curiously as we went up in the
elevator to a huge suite. When we were in he said, 'Unpack. underclothes in the
top drawer, shirts second drawer and golf clothes in bottom drawer, suits in the
closet and toiletries in the bathroom.'
He got a drink then sat on the bed watching me and not saying a word until I
knelt to put his golf clothes in the drawer. He said, "Don't kneel. Bend over
and make sure they are neat."
"I knew that would show my bare butt so I kept my legs together to at least hide
my pussy. When I was done I went to him and asked if there was anything else I
could do for him."
He said,"Yes. I am curious. Since your skirt is open at the sides and your vest
is not tied together I expected them to fall open when you bent over.Why didn't
they?"
"I blushed then opened the vest enough for him to see the clamps holding it to
my boobs.
"He came closer then said, 'They are imbedded in your flesh. Doesn't that hurt?"
I blushed and said Yes at first but then they get numb. It is better than having
them blow open to make me naked."
"So you don't mind a little pain if it is necessary?"
"No not if it is necessary."
"Good. I suppose they have told you to please me?"
"I said yes noticing a bulge growing in his pants. I was sure I would have to
decide if I would betray your Dad or be punished."
He fooled me. He said, 'It would please me to spank your breasts with my belt.
It has been my fantasy since I was a teenager."
He just had a skinny little dress belt that I did not think would hurt me much
and that would not be betraying your father so I said, "Would you hit real
hard?"
"No. Just enough to get them red all over but there will be many of them."
"Okay if it will please you."
"I reached into the vest and squeezed a clamp open. I yelped in pain surprised
to find out it hurt more to take them off than put them on. I pulled the others
off quickly just as you pluck hairs to keep the pain short. then I stood there
rubbing my boobs to lessen the pain.
"He grinned and said, 'Lovely white boobs. It will be exciting to make them red
like my fantasy. Put your hands on your hips and bring your elbows back."
"I did and saw in a mirror that made my boobs push out as if begging for his
belt. I asked,"How many times will you hit them?"
"I don't know. Until I am satisfied. Is that okay with you?"
"I moaned Yes now frightened that this may go on forever."
"Barbie he hit them forty or fifty times neither of us was counting and he
didn't lie. They were just hard enough to sting with only the ones on my nipples
making me gasp. I became so excited I know I was dripping then suddenly he
grunted and I saw a wet spot on his pants. I was so excited I forgot about
betrayal and begged, Will you fuck me?"
"He said,"No I do not betray my wife. This is not betrayal since she will not
allow it."
"Then he handed me two hundred dollar bills and said I could go. I had to stand
in the hall for awhile to calm down. Then I held my vest together to hide my red
boobs and came home."
"Oh Wow Mom. two hundred bucks for something that excited you. What a deal."
"I feel guilty about it. Do you think that makes me a prostitute?"
"No. Trish and I talked about that. You would only be a prostitute if he fucked
you."
"Oh. Then I am glad he refused my offer to fuck him. I am still horny though so
I am going to wake your father and see if he will fuck me."
She went to bed and so did I.
end part 11
