Punishment 120

 

 

                                  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.