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PUNISHMENT
120 – Part 8, ass whipping
Della had been pleased with
the way the interview had gone for the pre-flogging segment on day two of
Jason’s six-day ordeal but she was even more pleased by some ingenuity shown by
the Cropp twins, Sammy and Tammy.
The lovely blonde presenter
had interviewed the girls, then addressed Jason.
“And tell me, cockslut,” she smiled at him, as he lay bound and sweating
across the flogging horse, “how are you looking forward to your
ass being whipped by these two busty high school kids?”
“I think they are gonna be hard on me, Mistress Della,” said the
blonde-haired boy, in a strong voice. Della was pleased about that – it meant
she didn’t have to call for a re-shoot of the question and answer.
“But first they’re gonna be nice to you, cockslut
cunt,” said Della.
At her instruction, while
she was chatting with the lad in his bonds, the twins had gone to the canteen
to fetch a jug of Della’s fresh urine, “blended”, of course, with Karla’s first
pee of the day.
“Now, Sammy,” said the
long-legged domina, “give him a nice refreshing glass
of water.”
The girl poured the piss,
the slave drank.
“And now you, Tammy, he
obviously liked the first glass so much, let him have a refill.”
Again piss was poured, again
the slave drank.
“Can we give him another
little gift before we leave him for the rest of his two hours on the horse,
Mistress Della?” asked Tammy – at least, Della thought it was Tammy.
“Sure, I’m sure you’d like
that, wouldn’t you Jase?” asked Della, in a laughing
tone.
“Yes, thank-you, mistress,”
the lad muttered.
Della watched with a cruel
smile on her lips as Tammy stood in front of the teenager she and her sister
would soon be flogging, ran the three middle fingers of her right hand through
her sex trench, and pressed them against Jason’s pouting mouth.
“Suck ‘em, slave!” she
commanded, and the boy eagerly complied.
Then, when Tammy was certain
he’d got all the sex juice taste from her fingers, Sammy stepped in front of
him and repeated the finger-to-pussy action and pressed her fingers into his
mouth.
“Wonderful,” smiled Della.
“Well, it’s 9.45 now, Jase,
so you’ve got an hour and a quarter to think about things before I let the Cropp twins work you over. Relax, it won’t be long!”
The camerawomen indicated
they had good shots, and the team departed for the canteen and coffee and
cookies.
As Claudia, the sound
technician, and the three camerawomen chatted to the juvenile floggers, Della
took Karla to one side.
“I have a feeling about
these two youngsters,” said Della.
“Thought you might,” said
Karla, tartly. “You wanna fuck ‘em don’t
you?”
Della grinned. “The thought
had crossed my mind,” she admitted, “but on a purely professional basis for a
minute, Karla, you filthy-minded little slut, what do you say we allow them –
not during the flogging, but in the two-hours segment before the piss-pouring –
to get them to provide him with the glasses of our piss?”
Karla pondered. “You’re the
star, well, you and the floggers and the slave, I guess, Della. But if you’re
happy with that, sure, it might help. Schoolkids force cockslut
slave to drink piss. Yep, why not? Go for it.
“As long as
you’re not scared of ‘em taking over from you.”
“Good,” said Della, looking
at her Rolex, “I’m glad you agree with me. Now it’s almost 10.30, what say we
get one of ‘em to go out now and give him a top-up?”
Karla smiled. “Why not both of ‘em?”
Della ran her hand over her
assistant’s lush left breast. “Fuck, Karla, if I don’t watch out it’ll be you taking
over from me!”
Della and Karla watched with
interest from the large bay window of the canteen as the sound woman and the
three camera operatives walked out to where Jason lay bound, then filmed as the
twins enjoyed themselves making him drink more piss.
Then they repeated their
pussy stroking and offered their fingers to the lad for oral cleaning.
“Great pictures,” murmured
Della. “If only they’re as good with the whips!”
But Della had no need for
concern over that score!
Jason, in the tradition of
all Punishment 120 programs was made
to count down the last 10 seconds until 11am and then plead with his teenaged
mistresses to “please whip my ass!”
And as she watched the twins
perform their “tap, tap, tap, thwack” routine, Della soon realised that the
young ladies were experts in their field. Youthful, indeed,
but deliciously sadistic.
They started off with Tammy
off to the left of Jason’s ass, the whip cane in her right hand. “Tap, tap,
tap” she called out, and then her twin, off to Jason’s right with the cane in
her left hand came in with “Thwack!”
The first stroke left a
vivid red stripe across the boy’s buttocks.
Again, Tammy went “Tap, tap,
tap” and again Sammy came in with her “Thwack”. This time, Della noticed, the
stroke was slightly harder.
The flagellation was only
two strokes old, but Della’s right hand was already stroking her pussy. She
pulled up a canvas chair and sat in it, her right thigh splayed on the arm of
the chair, providing easier access to her weeping cunt.
The third “Thwack” from
Sammy was the hardest blow of all, drawing a slight grunt from the cockslut.
Then, the final three
strokes of the first minute to the original intensities – the first stroke
striped him, the second was harder, the third a grunt-inducing sweep.
The next minute had Sammy
doing the “Tap, tap, tap” routine on the boy’s buttocks, with Tammy cracking
home the “Thwack” strokes.
The third minute was another
variation. Tammy did a “Tap” stroke, not hurting at all, of course, then Sammy
placed a “Tap” on him, then Tammy a third “Tap” before Sammy came in with her
“Thwack”.
The fourth minute reversed
the routine. Sammy did “Tap” on one and three, while Tammy did “Tap” number two
and the fourth, pain-inflicting “Thwack”.
Just to keep the lad
guessing, the fifth minute was all Tammy. She went “Tap, tap, tap” and also laid on the “Thwack” for six strokes. The
sixth minute was the opposite – all Sammy.
“You girls have obviously
rehearsed this,” said Della, her climax nearing, as she watched the twins
prepare for the seventh minute of Jason’s pain-filled 120.
“We did a bit,” laughed
Tammy. “Mizz Dempster
allowed us a go on daddy’s butt yesterday. It was FUN!”
Della laughed too. “I bet it
was. Any more variations, girls?”
Tammy nodded. “Can we order
him to call out, Mistress Della?”
“Sure,” said Della, grunting
now as her climax neared. Penny, she noticed, had her
close-up camera fixed on the fingers flying at her crotch.
“OK, Jase,
you know the fuckin’ drill by now,” Tammy ordered the
boy. “Call out ‘Tap, tap, tap’ and when it comes to the thwack you will say
‘Thwack please, mistress’, got it?”
“Yes, mistresses,” said the
sweating, striped-buttock bound boy in obedient reply.
And as Jason intoned “Tap,
tap, tap” and finally “Thwack please, mistress” Della felt her self-imposed
orgasm sweep through her, faithfully recorded by not only Penny’s close-up
camera, but also the other two!
Ten minutes into the
youngster’s ordeal, Della left her canvas chair, entered the canteen, then re-emerged with a jug of urine and two large glasses.
Passing them to the twins, she resumed her seat and watched as the boy’s forced
ingestion of urine was captured by the cameras.
For several more minutes,
Jason called out for his punishment, until after about 20 minutes of his whip
session, one of the girls – Della still wasn’t sure which was which – snapped:
“Oh shut the fuck up, you cunt. I’m tired of hearing your constant whining
pleas for pain!”
Then, the girl on the left
nodded to the twin on the right. The “Tap, tap, tap” routine was delivered by
the 16-year-old off to his right, then, with a slashing, sweeping, soaring
stroke with her left hand the whip can slashed into his buttocks with the most
searing shot of the morning.
“Aieeeeeee”
came the scream from the shocked, strapped down cockslut, and Della nodded with approval. The first scream
was recorded at 21 minutes and had come, Karla informed her boss, before his
first tears, an unusual, though not unheard of occurrence during a P-120.
Now the twin team changed
over, so they switched whip hands. They also varied the “Tap, tap, tap, thwack”
routine so as to keep the slave guessing.
Sometimes the four-stroke
routine would go “Tap, tap, thwack, tap”, at other times “Thwack, tap, tap,
tap” and sometimes “Tap, thwack, tap tap”. All the
time they switched the tempo, never letting the now sobbing cockslut
work out when the painful “Thwack” would arrive.
After two more drink breaks,
Della saw that the boy’s bum was starting to blister. Some of the welts were
now seeping blood. The girls’ attentions had him constantly sobbing, and
screams of “Aieeee” were interspersed by more urgent
cries of “Arrrrrgh” as the teenaged tormentresses did their wicked work.
At last it was over, but the
girls decided they wanted to humiliate – and torture – the lad for one final
time before letting him lie gasping across the horse for two more agonising
hours.
One leaned and whispered to
Della, still sitting in her canvas chair, still idly stroking her minge.
“May we do pee pee on his botty?” she asked. And
Della had to laugh.
“Fuck me, Tammy,” she
started.
But the girl corrected her:
“It’s Sammy.” Then pointed to her mole by her nipple.
“Sorry, Sammy,” said Della,
“but here you are, naked as a jaybird, you’ve been flogging him for two hours,
yet you still use words like ‘pee pee’ and ‘botty’.
You’re a pair of fuckin’ hoots!”
“Well, can we Mizz Della?” asked the other girl, obviously Tammy.
“Sure,” said Della. “Only
make sure you have some good dialogue. Ladies, get ready for one final shoot before
we break.”
The camerawomen prepared
themselves, then Sammy stood in front of Jason.
“OK, cunt,” she said,
looking down at his tear-streaked face. “Now sis and me’s
busting to go pee pee, and you’re the target. Tammy –
let loose on the cunt!”
The other twin was standing
behind Jason, her calves pressed against his and she stuck her posterior out,
then, with a grunt of relief, released a steady, strong stream of dark yellow
piss onto his battered bum.
“Yaieeeeee!”
the tortured cockslut screamed, in a higher-pitched,
stronger scream than anything which had preceded it.
At last the 16-year-old’s
urine flow dribbled down to a few drips, then her
sister took her place and loosed a similar stream of piss onto the slave’s
backside. Her piss striking the bloodied buttocks produced yet more squealing
and screaming from the slut.
“And now,” said Della,
standing in front of the slave once more, “we’ll leave you to your own devices
before the horse’s piss.
“Don’t run away now, you
hear?”
And with giggles, the group
left for the canteen.
But Della was in no mood to
make small talk over lunch, even though she knew the talk would mainly be based
around how well the Cropp twins had punished the
slut.
Leaning to whisper into one
of the twins’ ears – she couldn’t see their breasts to know which one – Della
said: “Come straight to my suite, we must talk.”
The pair followed the leggy
blonde beauty and Karla looked a knowing “I know what the fuck you’re up to”
look at her boss, but went with the crew into the Punishment Park canteen.
Inside the suite, Della
slipped her leather jacket off, and stood, booted,
quarter-cup brassiered and belted in front of the
twins.
“Get on with it,” she
hissed, hoping the twins would take the hint.
They did.
The girl with the breast
mole – Sammy – fell to her knees in front of Della’s pussy and soon her young
mouth was slurping and slavering at the 40-year-old’s minge.
As Sammy performed that act,
Tammy rubbed her breasts against Della’s back, then
slid them down her body, over her buttocks, and soon Tammy’s tongue was
slipping between the TV star’s buttocks.
Parting the lovely cheeks
with her hand, Tammy soon had her tongue lapping at Della’s anal whorl. That,
decided the P-120 front woman, was fun. But even more fun was what the other
girl was doing at her sopping snatch.
Suddenly things changed. It
seemed to Della that she was out of control, but the twins certainly weren’t.
Tammy had risen, pressing her upper body against
Della’s back and was pulling her backwards, towards the large bed.
Sammy rose slightly and
pushed her head into Della’s firm, flat belly and then the most famous
flagellation show presenter in the New United States of America found herself
on her back on the bed, with a teenaged twin lapping at her quim.
Then things went dark. They
went dark, because Tammy’s pussy lowered itself onto Della’s mouth and the
40-year-old tasted the raw, but tasty, sex juice, intermingled with the
slightly bitter but exciting tang of recently passed urine.
As she was licking and sucking
away at the New American-style shaved snatch, Della realised that Sammy was
bringing her close to sexual relief, and the most mature woman of the trio
wrapped her lush thighs around Sammy’s head and trapped her busily working
mouth against her pussy.
“Yeah, she’s coming,” Tammy
announced from above Della’s face, and then the TV presenter’s pussy pounded to
its shuddering climax as Sammy’s oral attentions concentrated on the woman’s
clitoris.
Soon, the facesitting twin was also panting to her climax, and then
she climbed off Della’s sweaty, sex-smeared face.
But the girl had barely been
gone seconds, than Sammy was shouting “Now me, Della, don’t fuckin’
forget me!” and again a teenaged minge was mashing
its moist loveliness against Della’s mouth.
Finally, after only a matter
of a minute or two, Della had found the lovely lass’s clit and then Sammy had
joined the other two in shouting out her joy as the orgasm rushed through her
crotch.
Della pushed the 16-year-old
from her and unclipped her bra, then unbuckled her belt, and finally kicked off
her boots.
“And now I think we all need
to shower before we go to lunch,” the TV presenter told her newest flagellation
team.
“I’ve already eaten,” joked
Sammy, but Della waved a warning finger at her and soon all three were soaping
each other’s bodies in the capacious shower.
At 3pm, the camera crew,
Della, Karla and the Cropp twins returned to the
sweating slave.
For two hours, the
16-year-olds tipped urine onto his blazing buttocks, while Della contented herself
with forcing the lad to quaff down at least six glasses of urine.
After her announcements to
satisfy the demands of the DAB authorities – one of the major sponsors of P-120
- Della closed the show down, not with a chat to the lad, despite the fact that
his screams had died down about 20 minutes before he was freed from the horse,
but the Cropp twins.
“Well, Sammy, Tammy,” said
Della, back now in her quarter-cup bra, belt, boots and leather jacket, “how
much fun was that?”
The girls both giggled high schoolish giggles, then Sammy
spoke: “We’ve never had so much fun with our clothes off, Mistress Della,
thank-you so much.”
Della turned to the
audience. “Well, P-120 fans, that’s it for now. Be sure to join us for the next
episode when we see how much of a mess we can make with cockslut
here’s thighs.
“And from me Della Domina and the Cropp twins, and
yep, I think we’ll be seeing them again, it’s goodbye from another episode of Punishment 120!”
The twins waved, one on each
side of their blonde presenter, and after a minute to allow the credits to be
superimposed on the shot, the medium-camerawoman Jenna called “That’s it!”
Back inside her suite, Della
and Karla showered together prior to the obligatory post-flogging cocktail
party.
When they had towelled down
and put their cocktail dresses on, a call came on the vid phone.
It was Condy
Conty, looking very happy indeed.
“Della, you were right –
they were fuckin’ perfect,” she said. “I’ve just
flicked through some of the rushes and it’s gonna be
a hit! Bravo.
“Now, sit down, I’ve got
something to tell you you’re not gonna like!”
To be continued.