Young Frank's Punishment - part 1 by Justin Zane justin_zane@yahoo.com copyright 2002 by Justin Zane, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. * * * * * Back when I was just a young boy, I received a punishment that changed the course of my life. This punishment was a result of my next door neighbour, Mrs. Torrance, catching me spying on her young daughters while they were skinny dipping in the secluded pond on the back part of the farm. She immediately lead me back to the area with the house and barn, she had a firm grip on my right arm. The two young girls got dressed, and followed us. Mrs. Torrance is not a real young woman, probably between 35 and 40, perfect age for her role. She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up tight and fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was darkly tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant female. Mr. Torrance is older, maybe in his mid forties, good- looking, but did not take an active part in any of this. He left the punishment up to her discretion. What follows will probably seem like some wild fantasy to you, but I can assure you that it happened to me, and I was only thirteen at the time. I was taken into the Barn, which had no windows and was lit only by numerous candles. It was filled with the tools (or toys) of the trade. Harnesses, stools, whips, chains, dozens of dildos in a wide array of shapes and sizes. There was even a collection of English willow schoolmaster's canes (those things sting like fire). I was shocked to see her preteen daughters, Suzanne and Janine, were also there. I had expected that it would only be the two of us. I was beginning to have serious doubts about what trouble I was into. The two girls just grinned at me. I was instructed by Mrs. Torrance to undress completely, she would be back in several minutes. She left me alone, and I did exactly as she asked. Then I waited. Both girls snickered at me, as I was compelled to stand before them totally naked. I had to stand there completely ashamed as they both took turns touching my soft penis, and balls; I somehow knew I would be in even more trouble if I protested. And they weren't exactly being gentle about it, squeezing my testicles, and pulling on my prick. At one point Janine was massaging my balls, while her older sister was swatting my cock. They both laughed at my obvious discomfort. Thankfully, before long, Mrs. Torrance returned. She had completely changed clothes, and now wore a black leather corset, black gloves, no hose, but with tall spike heels. In her hand she carried a black riding crop. "Are you ready?", I was asked. "Yes", I replied. "Yes, WHAT?", she demanded. "Yes, Mrs. Torrance!", I said. "Good", was her reply, "Frank, do you like what I'm wearing?" "Yes, Mrs. Torrance". "What is this?", she asked, firmly striking my penis with the riding crop. "My dick, Mrs. Torrance". "Your what?" The girls were now openly laughing, as I blushed in front of the three dressed females. "My dick, Mrs. Torrance". "That's not a dick", she said, "I call it a shit- thing." "What is this?", she asked again, and gave my penis another firm blow. "My shit-thing". "Good, you learn fast", she said, but not smiling. I replied, "Thank you Mrs. Torrance". "What do you do with that shit-thing?", my Madame asked me. Confused, I could think of nothing to say. "Answer!", she said. All I could think of was, "I use it to fuck". "I don't think so Frank", she said, "It's not big enough or hard enough. Make it hard!" So I began to masturbate myself into an erection. "Do not come, do you understand?", she said, "I will tell you when you can come." The two girls watched with wide eyes as I began to stroke my penis. I felt so utterly humiliated having to do it in front of the two youngsters, with their mother looking on. When I was just about to shoot accidentally, Mrs. Torrance cried, "Enough!" Then she said, "Get down on your knees". I obeyed. Then, still standing, she turned her back toward me, placing her shoes about two feet apart. "Lick my feet", she demanded. I began to lick her black leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels. After a few minutes of this she stopped me. "Stand up!, follow me", she said, and led me to a device that resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She shackled me into a spread-eagled position, and believe me, I was completely helpless there; I could not have escaped. Then she went to a table nearby and begin to pick up small clips and weights, which she began to apply to my balls, my nipples, and the shaft of my cock. She kept saying things to me, but I was in so much pain, I really don't remember what she said. Both girls moved in close, to watch their mother at work, hoping to learn from a true artist. She then stepped back to admire her work. Then she took her crop and began to jiggle the weights, to make me squirm a little and took a picture of me. She waited for a few minutes, peeled the backing off the photo, and held it up for me to see. "If you're good, I'll let you keep this. Would you like that?" "Yes, Mrs. Torrance", I replied. Suddenly she struck me across the thighs with her whip, screaming, "You will not address me by name! Is that clear?" "Yes, Mrs. Torrance", I answered. I was then unfastened from the cross, but the clips and weights were left on, my hands were cuffed behind my back. My neighbour said, "Let's show Mr. Torrance". I followed her out of the Barn, across the barnyard, and into the living room of the house, where Mr. Torrance was sitting on a couch. Suzanne and Janine had followed us, making lewd comments to each other as my hard cock swung around. Mr. Torrance seemed real pleased to see me in this predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by being put on display like this. "Jump!", Mrs. Torrance said. I jumped. Yes, it felt about like you can imagine. I was so degraded, having to perform like this in front of the entire Torrance family. My erect penis and scrotum felt like they had been dipped in hot oil, my groin was on fire. "Again!...Again!...Again!" The two girls cheered me on as I jumped up and down, my cock bouncing wildly about, pulled by the attached weights. Suzanne stepped in behind me and started to spank my naked buttocks, as her sister looked on. Mr Torrance smiled at my new form of humiliation. Not to be left out, young Janine reached up and started to pull on the weights that were savagely pinching my nipples. Mrs. Torrance just smiled as her daughters were getting into the act. She knew that there would be further lessons to follow. Finally, I was led back to the Barn, where the little implements of torture were removed. This hurt the worst, as the blood rushed back into the clipped skin. Ouch! Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and shown how to mount it. There was a hole in the leather padded top that allowed my dick to be exposed from underneath. I was again tightly bound, the two young girls stood on each side of my secured body. I didn't know what was coming next, until Mrs. Torrance approached the table on which the dildos were arranged. She finally selected a small one and brought it to me, holding it in front of my face. "Guess what I'm going to do with this?", she asked. I didn't have to guess. I'm just thankful that she had plenty of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the dildo and gently inserted it into my anus, testing the resistance that she was going to meet. She gave me quite a fucking with this one, then got another that was even larger. We went through 5 or 6 dildos, each of her daughters taking a couple of turns, and I was stretched to new dimensions. Every few minutes Suzanne, or Janine would reach under the stool to see if I was hard. I was like a flagpole. The vixens would also take turns on tightly squeezing my trapped testicles. "You've had your pleasure, now you must pay for it", my Mistress announced, "we're going to see how much pain you can endure." She walked to the rack where all the whips, paddles, and canes were kept. After making a careful selection, she returned and instructed me that I would count from one to ten, each count would be one blow; and if I missed a count, we would have to start over. Did I understand? "Yes, Mrs. Torrance". The whip fell. "One!", I cried. Again, this time a little harder. "Two!" A third time, even harder. "Three!" Now I understood, each lash would be harder than the preceding. She was using the waver in my voice to gauge my pain. After an irregular delay, the fourth blow. "Four!" She would vary the rhythm, causing me to feel suspense. Sometimes she would lay the whip on my red ass for several seconds, then suddenly draw it back, and then withhold the blow. The anticipation would almost make me cry out. We continued through the sequence. "Five!...Six!...Seven!" She was an excellent flogger. "Eight!...Nine!"...and, finally, "Ten!" By this time, I was about to choke up, but I remembered her warning that should I miss a count, we would begin again. But she wasn't finished with me. Back to the rack, for another whip. Then begin again at number one. This went on until I'd felt the sting of most of her whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded schoolmaster's canes. "Very good!", she announced when she was at last satisfied, "Do you wish to thank me? " "Thank you, Mrs. Torrance". I was released and taken to another leather covered table that was built like the thing you sit on in a doctor's office, (or bend over, depending on your complaint). I was made to lie on this, on my back and again bound hand and foot. Suzanne, the older girl, then took what I believe to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my genitals. It was very cold, and unpleasant, because it burned like hell where those clamps had been placed on my cock and balls. Then Suzanne took a candle from it's holder and held it over my cock. I began to be a little bit scared. She wouldn't set that alcohol on fire, or would she? I didn't ask for that! She knew what I was thinking, because she was playing with my fear. Then she tilted the candle and let the hot wax drip onto the underside of my cock. She would drip a little bit, wait, and then drip a little more, some on my penis and some on my scrotum. Finally this punishment, too, was finished. I was again released and taken to a large leather chair and told to kneel in front of it. Mrs. Torrance stood behind me where I couldn't see her. I could hear her removing her clothes. When she came around me and took a seat in the chair, I could see that she had removed her corset and gloves, and wore only those incredibly sexy heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of both hands on her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could see into her wet snatch. She was completely shaven! "You will eat me", she commanded. I didn't wait. She was so fragrant and delicious. She gave me instructions while I licked her. I would be told to lick slowly, then slightly faster, slower again, harder or deeper. I did my best to please my Mistress. After many minutes of this ecstasy, she stopped me and turned over in the chair so that her ass was thrust toward me. She wanted her asshole rimmed. The two girls hooted, as I licked and kissed their mother's bare ass. But this was not the Finale. "You lick me well", she said after what seemed to be a very long time, "I've had enough for now". She turned back over and sat facing me in the chair. "Lick my feet again", she instructed me. I began to lick those marvelous shoes again. "How would you like to remove my shoes?", she inquired. "May I, Mistress?", I asked eagerly. "Yes, you may". Slowly and carefully, I took each ankle in one hand, and slipped each shoe off with the other. The skin of her feet was smooth and looked well cared for, and they were clean. "Lick them", she repeated softly. I licked every inch of her feet, gently between the toes, sucking each of those highly sensitive little parts of her body. I'm sure she was enjoying every caress of my tongue. She had me lick her ankles, and further up her legs. But she wanted me to concentrate on her feet. After I'd tongued her mothers feet, Janine said, "Give me your cock." I rose up on my knees, turned around, and thrust my rigid cock toward her. She began to rub it with her own bare feet. Suzanne crouched down next to me, and started to pinch my nipples, with both hands. I was ready to shoot any minute, and I guess it showed because she said, "If you come, you will have to clean it up, do you understand?" My answer was, of course, "Yes, Suzanne". Janine kept massaging my cock and balls with her girlish feet until finally, I just couldn't hold it. I had an explosive eruption, shooting my semen all over her feet. After all that, the relief was incredible. Her mother waited until my orgasm had subsided and then firmly asked me, "You remember what Janine told you, don't you?" I said, "Yes, Mrs. Torrance, I must clean up after myself". When I began to look around for a tissue or something, she said, "You'll use your tongue". So that's how it ended; with me licking my own thick spunk from young Janine's feet and floor, and loving it. And that my friends was my first visit to the Torrance's barn, but far from the last, as I became their slave. Used by the whole family, and as the girls got older, they would share me with their girlfriends as they saw fit. When I was over at the Torrance's I was never allowed to wear clothes, and would often sport a cock and ball harness; and thus usually an erection.