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CLINTONÕS SPEECH -- A preview !
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My Fellow Americans,
As you know it is once again time for me to give my State of the
Union Address. Generally I talk for an hour and a half and it is a pretty
boring, long-winded affair.
I was going to do the same thing again this year. Then I realized how
boring and trivial I would look. Ken Starr gave you exciting reading in his
Starr Report and there I would be, talking about stupid, boring things like
better schools and medical care and how nobody should take drugs.
So instead I am going to read you a sex story I wrote. (Of course, as
you know, I actually have speech writers, so technically I didnÕt write this
but whoÕs to mind a little white lie? Especially when itÕs told by me?)
Oh yes, before I begin my story -- if you are expecting any promises
from me this year, here they are:
1. A chicken in every pot.
2. Three cars in every three car garage.
3. A young Monica Lewinsky - type girlfriend for every guy.
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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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Chapter Eight
The waitress was the same age as my aunt. Instantly we took a
liking to her. She was, as my aunt described her later, Òthe perfect
compliment to our meal, attentive, quick, and yet deliberate.Ó She knew
how to pause discreetly when we wished to have more time. Yet she could
be swift as the wind when we wished for attention.
We were having dessert, ice cream-filled cake, smothered with hot
chocolate syrup, when my aunt said:
ÒMay we reserve you for our next visit?Ó
Our waitress blushed. She tugged at her apron.
ÒI hope that didnÕt sound demeaning,Ó my aunt added hurriedly.
ÒOh, no!Ó our waitress replied. ÒItÕs just-- well, I have more than
one job.Ó She tossed back her long golden hair, and continued fiddling with
the front of her apron.
ÒOh IÕm sorry,Ó my aunt replied. ÒWhat is your other job?Ó
ÒIÕm an exercise specialist,Ó our waitress answered. ÒA-- private
specialist. By reservation only.Ó
ÒOh,Ó my aunt said.
ÒDo you exercise people?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó our waitress replied. She tossed back her hair again. She
gazed at my aunt and my aunt shifted in her chair.
ÒI could use some exercise,Ó my aunt said. Her voice was quiet,
almost inaudible. But our waitress heard it.
ÒI work in a place called the gymnasium,Ó our waitress said. ÒItÕs a
private residence, actually, not a storefront like most places. IÕm afraid
theyÕre very picky about who they accept.Ó
ÒOh really?Ó my aunt said, and blushed, for she thought, I guess, that
our waitress was turning us down.
ÒWell you see,Ó our waitress said. ÒItÕs a house. So itÕs furnished.
Very nicely, actually. Oriental rugs, fine antiques, chandeliers.Ó
ÒMy!Ó my aunt said.
ÒI want to go there, auntie!Ó I said.
ÒIf you, um, came, there would be a substantial deposit required,Ó
our waitress said. ÒIn case anything breaks.Ó
ÒDo you think something will break?Ó my aunt, still blushing, asked.
ÒProbably not. But you never know,Ó our waitress replied. She
tugged on her apron again.
ÒI should like to come,Ó my aunt said. ÒWhat is the deposit?Ó
ÒWell, there are two that are required,Ó our waitress said. ÒOne
monetary, and the other physical.Ó
ÒPhysical?Ó my aunt asked.
Our waitress was blushing as much as my aunt now and she looked
back quickly over her shoulder. Then, bending close to my aunt, she
whispered into her ear.
ÒWhat? What?Ó I cried, unable to hear.
ÒSperm?Ó my aunt asked, startled.
ÒYes,Ó our waitress said.
ÒBut-- but--Ó my aunt said. She was quite flushed now and she
looked at our waitress and said, ÒI donÕt make sperm.Ó
ÒYou must bring someone who does,Ó our waitress said. ÒThe owner
of the mansion wishes, for reasons of her own, for it not to become a
haunt of lesbians. Hence you must bring a man.Ó
ÒAnd then?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒThen we will exercise,Ó our waitress replied. She reached in her
blouse and drew out a card. ÒThis is me,Ó she said. She pointed to the
card. ÒSee? It says here ÔAnnetteÕ. ThatÕs the name I use at the exercise
place, even though my name here is Tina.Ó
ÒWhatÕs your real name?Ó I asked.
ÒThatÕs a secret,Ó our waitress answered. ÒIÕd tell you but IÕm not
allowed. And you donÕt need to give your real names either. Just pay the
money and bring a man and-- oh-- youÕll need a note from a doctor also.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó my aunt said.
ÒAre we going to join, auntie?Ó I asked.
ÒPerhaps,Ó my aunt said. She looked at me and smiled.
ÒI want to work on my triceps!Ó I said. Then I wondered exactly
where my triceps were, and patted my thighs, considering.
ÒAs your trainer, IÕll be deciding what parts we work on,Ó our
waitress said. She lifted her hand and ran it through her blonde hair.
ÒAlso, IÕll be picking your attire. At this gymnasium, since itÕs private,
we do not dress quite the same as at other places.Ó
ÒOh.Ó my aunt said.
ÒDo I have to wear a bra?Ó I asked.
Our waitress looked over her shoulder. ÒHave your aunt call me. I
canÕt discuss any more of it here. But if you have the money, and can lasso
a man, I think youÕll be quite pleased. If you donÕt mind exerting yourself.Ó
She smiled. Then, seeing we were almost finished with our dessert, she
turned and went for our bill.
He was powerfully-built, and well-tanned, despite the fact that
summer was a month away. He showed up at our door unexpectedly. I was
arranging my Hello Kitty things in the hall, on a display table IÕd set up for
them, when the doorbell rang.
ÒHello?Ó I asked. I opened the front door and stared up at him.
ÒWho is it, Chloe?Ó my aunt called from the living room.
ÒGod!Ó I answered. I gazed up at him. He was quite tall and he had
shoulders as broad and powerful as a bull. Yet below his shoulders, under
the beef of his chest, he had a slim waist. Below his waist long legs
stretched, muscular yet trim.
ÒIÕve come to clean your pool!Ó the man yelled over my head. I guess
he mistook me for a child. That sort of bugged me, but I suppose it was to
be expected, since I was holding a big, neon-green Hello Kitty purse in my
hand.
My aunt came bustling from the living room. Her hair was pinned up.
SheÕd been giving a light polish to the brass fireset by the fire place. She
had an open can of Brasso in her hand.
ÒThe pool isnÕt due to be cleaned until next week,Ó she said.
ÒOh. I guess I got the day wrong,Ó the man said. My aunt looked at
him. There was a big grin on her face.
ÒYou mean the week,Ó she said.
ÒWell, something,Ó the man replied. His eyes fell to my auntÕs
prominent bust and he said, ÒNice, uh, house you have here.Ó
ÒPlease come in,Ó my aunt said.
The mansion that served as a gymnasium was located in a remote
suburb of Paris. It took us awhile to drive there. We took the pool guy
along. His name was James. HeÕd been given a clean bill of health by a
doctor the day before and my aunt was delighted to have him along with
us.
ÒI exercise a lot,Ó James said.
ÒIÕm sure you do,Ó my aunt said. James was driving her car and she
was sitting in the passenger seat. I was perched between them. It was a
little crowded but I didnÕt mind. James was fun to sit next to. I could
feel the heat from his body and between his legs there was a noticeable
bulge. He was wearing small white shorts, exercise shorts, that showed
off his legs. He had on a t-shirt, and there was a sweat band around one of
his wrists and his forehead. As for myself and my aunt, we wore t-shirts
also, but they were crop-top shirts, for the day was warm. In fact it was
so warm that weÕd abstained from wearing bras under our crop tops. Our
bosoms filled our small shirts. Our nipples, vaguely excited, poked gently
into our shirts. I wondered if James, seeing how our breasts filled our
shirts, had been thus induced to swell up between his legs.
ÒI hope my boobies donÕt bounce too much while weÕre exercising,
auntie,Ó I said, looking down at my chest. She smiled at me.
ÒIt is a private residence, Chloe. I think we will have the freedom
there to bounce if we wish,Ó my aunt said. She laughed. ÒIt will be
pleasant, donÕt you think? They have so many tiresome regulations at that
fitness place we tried.Ó
ÒYes,Ó I agreed.
ÒWhich fitness place was that?Ó James asked. He glanced over at us
both and I saw his eyes fall delightedly to our busts.
ÒGymTime, itÕs called,Ó my aunt answered.
ÒA dumb place with dumb rules,Ó I said. ÒI was wearing my short
shorts so I could run really fast on the treadmill and they told me my
shorts were too short. They said IÕd have to wear leggings underneath
them.Ó
ÒLeggings?Ó James asked.
ÒLike stockings,Ó I said. ÒNot leggings that stop at mid-thigh but
pantyhose-type leggings, that go all the way from your toes up to your
waist!Ó
ÒItÕs owned by an American,Ó my aunt said.
ÒOh,Ó James replied.
We drove on. The houses became grander and more widely separated,
each with its own palatial yard. James glanced at a map heÕd laid on the
dash. Then he turned our car onto a leafy street. Broad-limbed trees
plunged our car into shade and I felt immediately cooler. Of course our car
was air conditioned but the heat outside was sufficient to keep the air
conditioner overworked. Now, however, under the trees, it became
pleasantly chilly within our car. We drove along under the trees to the end
of the street. There a driveway beckoned. But there was a gate in front of
it, which was closed. A man sat behind it. James honked. The man looked
up. He studied our license plate and then nodded to us. We watched as he
unlocked the gate and opened it. We passed within; James stopped just
inside and retracted his window and asked the man if weÕd found the
gymnasium.
ÒYes, sire. Just go up the drive and park where you like,Ó the man
answered. He spoke in broken English. He was unshaved, despite wearing a
butlerÕs black suit, made of expensive cloth. He grinned at us and I saw he
was missing teeth. James nodded to the man. He closed his window. The
man set about closing the gate behind us and re-locking it. We ascended
the drive. It was steep. When we came to the top of it James stopped the
car and we got out.
ÒNice trees,Ó James said. We were surrounded by them. Pine
needles were scattered on the drive. I reached down and picked up a pine
cone.
ÒLook, auntie!Ó I said. She smiled indulgently. James looked at the
pine cone I was holding and said, ÒKeep it. You can take it to bed with you
when youÕre lonely.Ó
I frowned. It took me a moment to catch what James was hinting at.
Then, suddenly, I understood, and I threw the pine cone at him. I hit him in
the crotch!
ÒOw!Ó James said.
ÒYou have a dirty mind,Ó I told him.
ÒChloe, be good,Ó my aunt scolded. ÒCome, letÕs go ring and see
whoÕs home.Ó
The house was old, perhaps two centuries or more. I guessed it had
seen a lot. Vines crawled up its brick face. Trees, crowded near, cast
shadows upon it. Some trees were so close that their branches were
pressed to the house, as if trying to find a way in through the mortices.
ÒThis sure is a strange place to exercise,Ó I said to my aunt.
ÒIt is elegant, donÕt you think, Chloe?Ó my aunt asked. She glanced
at me and I could see she didnÕt want to hear me complain. James reached
for my hand and I let him take it.
There was a broad flight of steps leading up to the front door. The
steps were made of stone. They followed the contour of the hill the house
sat upon. We got a bit of exercise climbing up all those steps, for there
were nearly 20 of them. When we got to the top I was winded and forgot
to ring the doorbell, even though IÕd wanted to. My aunt rang it instead.
We waited a moment, in leaf-shrouded silence. I was amazed at how
shady and cool it was. I felt chilly and my nipples stood out from my
shirt. I blushed, wondering what Annette would think. Suddenly, the
homeÕs front door opened.
ÒOh, hello!Ó Annette, formerly our waitress, said. She beamed out at
us. If she noticed we wore no bras she did not make a point of it. ÒCome
in, please,Ó she said. Her voice was casual. She wore a blouse and a skirt.
She smiled at James. ÒYouÕre with them, I trust?Ó
ÒYes,Ó James said.
Annette led us into a living room. It was sumptuous. The room was
large and had a big chandelier hanging from its ceiling. The floor was
carpeted. A floral design was woven into the carpet and I guessed it was
hand-made, perhaps by nomads a century ago in the Orient. There was a
fireplace at the far end of the room. Antiques, some European but some
with a Chinese appearance, lined the mantle above it. The fireset was
bronze, like my auntÕs at home, but someone had polished it to a gloss that
my auntÕs only had when it had been worked on for hours.
Annette motioned that we should sit in elegant hand-carved chairs
placed in the middle of the room. We did, gingerly, for it felt odd to sit in
such fine surroundings dressed only in our gym clothes. As soon as we had
taken our seats a young girl appeared. She was younger than me, no more
than 10. She wore a short skirt and a blouse, but walked barefoot on the
rug. Her hair, unlike most girls her age, was elaborately done up, as if she
were appointed to serve a queen. Indeed, she balanced, rather awkwardly,
a tea service tray in her hands, and when she had walked over to where we
were sitting she said, in a high, prim voice,
ÒTea, maÕam?Ó She spoke to my aunt. She had a British accent.
ÒYes, thank you,Ó my aunt said. She looked rather startled that we
should be attended by someone so young.
ÒDo you have any Coke?Ó I asked her.
ÒNo,Ó the girl said. She set down her tea service on a low table near
our chairs. She picked up a silver teapot and poured a cup of tea for my
aunt.
ÒIÕm afraid soda isnÕt permitted, Chloe,Ó Annette said. She was
lounging in a chair beside me and she reached over and stroked my hair.
ÒItÕs unhealthy, you see. Made of various artificial things. Tea is natural.
You wonÕt get zits if you drink pure, natural tea, and eat healthy food.Ó
ÒI donÕt have any zits,Ó I told her.
ÒYes, good,Ó Annette said. I felt uncomfortable with her fingers in
my hair but I didnÕt know what to do. I squirmed in my seat.
Still stroking my hair, Annette looked at my aunt. ÒIn a moment I
shall have to ask you to change,Ó she said. ÒYou are dressed
conventionally, as for a typical fitness place. But here things are not
typical. We will not just be exercising the limbs here, as one would
normally do. Here, since itÕs private, we are free to emphasize all parts
of the body. Even those parts usually covered up at a normal fitness
place.Ó She smiled at James. ÒFor instance, the sexual parts. Here they
are always free. And have you ever exercised your lips and your tongue at
a typical fitness place?Ó She looked at me. ÒHmmm?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said.
ÒHere you will,Ó Annette said. ÒAnd you must not be bashful in doing
it, either. You will be expected to show a sense of adventure with your
tongue, putting it wherever I require.Ó
My aunt, holding the teacup the 10-year-old girl had given her and
looking rather anxious, said, ÒPerhaps we do not need to exercise our
tongues.Ó
ÒOh, but if you are reluctant, that is all the more reason to do it,Ó
Annette said. She smiled, her fingers flitting within the long locks of my
hair. There was a lion-like glow to her eyes now. She seemed predatory,
like a cat. Her fingers stalked down to my shoulder. Gently she took my
arm. ÒShall we go change?Ó she asked.
ÒOh, but I must drink my tea,Ó my aunt said.
ÒMe too,Ó I said, as the serving girl passed me a cup.
ÒWe have all day to drink tea,Ó Annette said. ÒIndeed we shall be
exercising our bladders as well as the other parts of ourselves.Ó She
stood. She did it quickly and I nearly lost my cup as she dragged me to my
feet.
ÒAuntie!Ó I shouted. But my auntÕs curiosity had been piqued and she
shot a sly glance at James.
ÒWhat do you think?Ó she asked our companion.
ÒI havenÕt exercised yet today,Ó James said.
ÒThen itÕs settled. A fine stallion like yourself must exercise
regularly,Ó Annette, still holding me, told him. ÒWe all must. Come,
Rebecca. May I call you Rebecca or do you prefer to take another name
during your stay here?Ó
ÒRebecca will be fine,Ó my aunt answered.
We walked from the sumptuous living room through a door, led by
Annette, who dragged me along beside her by pulling me by my arm. I felt
winded and afraid. Yet within my fear there was a small sense of
excitement bubbling up. I let my feet drag on the expensive rug and
Annette, noticing it, said, ÒLift your feet, Chloe. Walk properly.Ó A
moment later we were through the door, my aunt and James following. I
was surprised to see that the living room, so elegant and well-appointed,
had given way to an ordinary locker room. There were wooden benches,
and metal lockers. In a corner a Sierra water cooler sat, with paper cups
stacked beside it.
ÒLetÕs have our things off and then weÕll return to the living room
and begin our exercising,Ó Annette said. She let go of my arm. She was
wearing a simple blouse and skirt. She reached behind herself and caught
hold of the skirtÕs zipper and undid it. One moment she was discreetly
dressed in her skirt and the next, the skirt fluttering down her legs, she
stood before us wearing only her panties and blouse.
James needed no further encouragement. He was already quite
swollen in his crotch and, seeing Annette, he promptly unzipped himself.
Perhaps he thought he was merely in some menÕs toilet for instead of
taking down his shorts he reached within them and yanked out his dick. It
quivered in the air, surrounded by his still buttoned-up shorts, only the
zipper of his pants open. It looked like a lance on its way to a jousting
tournament. I gasped, not only at the lewdness of his display but also due
to the fact that he must have been at least a foot long!
ÒWhy, James,Ó Annette smiled. ÒYou look like you need to go to the
bathroom.Ó
ÒDonÕt pee on me!Ó I scolded, for he was standing near me with his
dick pointing at me.
ÒSorry,Ó James said.
ÒWe will be exercising quite vigorously and as such you will all be
encouraged to drink a lot,Ó Annette said. She yanked up her blouse and
pulled it over her head. She flung the blouse onto a wooden bench. Then,
smiling at us, she reached behind her back and quickly undid her bra. Her
breasts sprang free and even as they were still jiggling she threw her bra
unceremoniously on top of her discarded blouse. By now her lovely hair
was a little mussed and she tossed her head. Her long blonde hair flew
about her and then settled on her shoulders. She hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. A moment later they
lay in a tangle on the floor. Annette was stripped and ready for action,
wearing only a pair of modest, low-heeled shoes.
My aunt found her courage and pulled up her crop top. It cleared her
breasts and, as she wore no bra, the passing of its tight hem over her
swollen nipples caused them to quiver. I copied my aunt and yanked up my
top. I too was braless, my stiff nipples wiggled like flexible thorns as my
top cleared them. I tossed my shirt aside. My breasts bobbled salaciously
on my chest.
ÒYes. Very good,Ó Annette said. ÒWe will be exercising our nipples
as well as our arms and legs.Ó She reached out her hand. She pressed a
finger to one of my nipples. I giggled.
ÒDonÕt,Ó I said.
ÒThey will be sore in the morning,Ó Annette said. ÒBut donÕt worry.
We have salve and such on the premises to soothe them.Ó
ÒOh! We will be staying the night?Ó my aunt asked. She had her
fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts and she paused, having
pulled her shorts down just enough to show the mound of her pubis. Half
of it-- the waistband of her shorts cutting across her pubis and hiding the
lower half. Neither she nor I wore panties beneath our shorts, again due to
the heat of the day and our pique at having been bossed about at GymTime.
ÒYes. Of course you will stay the night here,Ó Annette said. With
the same freedom sheÕd shown in touching one of my nipples she now
displayed by grazing her fingers through my auntÕs half-revealed pubis.
ÒDonÕt,Ó my aunt said, echoing my own words, spoken moments
before.
ÒWhat a lovely mixture of feeling,Ó Annette said, still fingering my
auntÕs pubis. ÒYou are both shy and bold, going without underclothes, yet
resisting me when I touch you.Ó
ÒIt- it was hot outside, thatÕs all,Ó my aunt stammered.
ÒAnd they made me wear leggings at GymTime,Ó I said.
ÒHmmm, I have heard of that place,Ó Annette said. ÒSo many rules.Ó
She plucked at my auntÕs pubic hair with her fingers, rather like one
strokes the fur of a pet. ÒWell, here we have rules too,Ó Annette
continued. ÒBut they are of a different sort. I suppose all exercise places
have rules, but ours are devoted to opening and testing the body, not to
covering it up.Ó AnnetteÕs hand left my auntÕs pubis. She touched her own
lovely thatch. Her fingers plucked at her own small triangle of fleece just
as they had, momentÕs earlier, touched the hairs of my auntÕs dell. She
looked at James, with his big penis looming up from his manly growth of
hair.
ÒAre you excited, James? You certainly look it,Ó Annette said.
ÒUh, yeah. I could use some exercise,Ó James answered.
ÒUnlike a normal fitness place, where you must wear a jock strap,
here you can expect to have your cock remain free, so it can be put to
work,Ó Annette said. ÒYet you must not lose yourself. You are a grown
man and I expect you to endure whatever exercise you are put to. To be
blunt, your sperm must stay in your balls. Always your penis must remain
erect. I do not even wish to see you drip pre-cum, James, if at all
possible. You did notice how expensive the rug in the other room was?Ó
ÒYes,Ó James gulped.
ÒWe will be exercising in there?Ó my aunt asked, astonished.
ÒYes of course,Ó Annette said. ÒServants are preparing it for us even
as we dawdle in here. You have paid to exercise in luxury and no expense
will be spared, either in your surroundings or in the thoroughness of your
workout. That is why you will be expected to stay the night, Rebecca.
This is no quick one hour workout. Here at the gymnasium we take pride in
giving our clients a workout that stretches them to the limit.Ó
Slowly my aunt drew down her shorts. I could see she was intrigued
by AnnetteÕs words, even as they frightened her. I myself was quite
scared. I could feel butterflies swarming in my stomach. Yet as I copied
my aunt, pulling down my shorts, exposing my bush, I felt a wetness
between my legs. How exciting it would be to exercise in the nude,
especially after being bawled out at GymTime! Secretly I wished the
manager of GymTime could see me now. Would his penis stick out like
JamesÕ, if he spied me working out in my birthday suit?
ÒVery nice,Ó Annette said, looking at my bush as I slipped off my
shorts. I blushed. It was strange having my venus thatch complimented.
Especially by a woman.
ÒYou are 13, Chloe?Ó Annette asked me. Quickly she added, ÒMay I
call you Chloe?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I answered, to both her questions.
ÒHave you been penetrated?Ó she asked. A blush, already in my
cheeks, deepened.
ÒYou mean, is she a virgin?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒYes,Ó Annette said. ÒThe vagina is as much a part of the body as
anything else and we do not neglect any part of the body here.Ó
ÒShe is not suffering from any inconvenient blockages, if thatÕs
what you mean,Ó my aunt replied. Annette smiled.
ÒGood,Ó Annette said. ÒSuch things can be troubling. IÕm glad that
was removed prior to her coming here. Now there is the matter of our
attire, Rebecca. Chloe is but a child and it is fitting she should scamper
about in the nude. As for you and I, however, being grown women, or
nearly so, the preference is that we should be as elegant as our
surroundings. Come, I have a corset I should like to squeeze you into. It
will be tight and shorten your breath but that itself will be a kind of
training. And donÕt worry; it will leave your bosoms free, and your bottom
and nest, so that you may be both subtly clothed and unclothed during your
workout.Ó
ÒOh! But will it not inhibit me?Ó my aunt asked, shocked. We
watched as Annette opened a locker and took from it a black corset.
Annette ran her fingers down the front of the corset, holding it up
for all of us to see. ÒIt will inhibit parts of you, but more fully display
other parts,Ó Annette said. ÒIt will push up your breasts and make a more
prominent display of your lovely nipples. This is just as well, since I
want to concentrate particularly on them in the coming hours. At the
same time, while hiding your belly, the corset will frame and make a
sweet presentation of your bush. Again this is not to be disregarded since
we will be stretching and filling that part of your anatomy in the course
of the evening. Lastly there is your bottom, which the corset, squeezing
your waist, will fatten and broaden. Again this is desirable, since your
pretty ass will be the subject of much attention. It is the perfect place to
apply encouragement. A well-laid whip there can do much to induce an
exhausted client to exercise. At the same time, your ass has a hole, as
you know, which is similar in its usefulness to the one at your front. It
will not be neglected. It needs its own regime to stretch and fill it. Do
not fear, Rebecca. Every part of yourself will be put to trials. Other
places, like GymTime, may neglect certain parts of the body, but here we
do everything.Ó
My aunt was flushed. She gazed uncertainly at the corset. James,
having taken off all his clothes, now put his hands on my auntÕs shoulders.
ÒDonÕt,Ó my aunt told him.
ÒHush,Ó James replied. ÒYou have brought me and now I am eager to
exercise, and to see you exercise too.Ó He kissed my auntÕs cheek. She
shivered. Her will to resist must have broken completely at that moment,
for she offered no resistance when Annette fitted the corset to her.
We left the locker room dressed in a most curious manner. I was
naked, save for white sneakers and short white socks. Yet Annette had
insisted on brushing my hair in the locker room, giving it a high gloss and
making me look as if IÕd just stepped from a beauty parlor.
As for my aunt, she was snug in her black corset. It was lined with
whale bones and they gripped her like a vise. The corset shortened her
breath and whenever she drew a breath her breasts, pushed up by the
garment but with the nipples bare, quivered salaciously. At the same time
her bottom, bare as her breasts, was forced down by the pressure of the
corset. It had the effect of fattening her twin nether globes and
accentuating their already distinctive rondure. In front my auntÕs cunt
was framed by the corset and her bush showed with whore-like boldness.
Meanwhile, below the declivity of her cunt, stockings rose up her legs to
be caught and held by garters hanging down from her corset. My aunt was
carefully dressed and yet undressed, teetering on high heels, a pearl
choker around her neck completing the look of a tart in a brothel.
Then there was Annette. She was dressed like my aunt. But instead
of a black corset she wore one of gold. In addition to this, she held a leash
in her hand. The leash was made of leather and it connected to the pearl
choker around my auntÕs neck. Perhaps a less compliant captive might
have risked breaking the string of pearls, but my aunt did not. In fact,
despite her tall heels, which Annette had fitted her with, she walked with
a certain celerity, so as not to damage the pearl choker she wore.
In AnnetteÕs other hand there was an even more intriguing leash. It
connected to James. It did not connect to his neck, however. Annette had
given James a leather strap in the locker room and told him to put it
around his balls. James did so; we helped him, giggling. When he was
bound at the base of his balls by the strap Annette hooked a leash to him.
Now she drew him into the living room, giving gentle tugs on the leash
which communicated her desire directly to his balls.
ÒOh! The room has been changed!Ó I cried. And indeed it had. The
elegant chairs we had rested in were now pushed against the wall. In
their place, in the center of the room, were several items. A vaulting
horse, a trapeze, a ladder which leaned against a pole and, opposite the
pole, a heavy oak table. I did not see anything remotely like the fitness
equipment at GymTime. On a wall, to my shuddering surprise, I saw that a
painting had been taken down and in its place, hung on small pegs, were an
assortment of whips and paddles.
ÒOh, I do not wish to exercise here!Ó I said frankly. My aunt looked
at me.
ÒYou did not have to come, Chloe,Ó she said quietly. She reached for
JamesÕ penis and managed to grab hold of it, without looking, finding it
solely by touch, while keeping her eyes straight ahead, gazing at all the
equipment. She fondled him and he stiffened further. Already he was
quite stiff but now he reached a new extremity in length and thickness.
James did not smile, however. Perhaps he feared spilling on the carpet.
ÒAm I foolish not to collar you, Chloe?Ó Annette asked. She turned
to me. She lifted a hand, still holding both leashes in both her hands, and
extended a finger and touched my bare throat. James and my aunt stood
docilely, my aunt collared about her neck and James about his balls.
ÒI do not like your exercise room,Ó I said. I looked at AnnetteÕs
delicate hands and then at the paddles hanging on the wall. Suddenly a
thrill seized me. Who had brought all these heavy things into the room?
Whoever it was must be quite strong; the post was heavy, as were the
other items. And they had heavy bases attached to them, so that they
would not topple over. ÒAre we being watched?Ó I asked. My voice was
breathless. There was nobody in the room but us, not even the girl who
had earlier served us tea. Yet whoever had ÔdecoratedÕ this room must
have powerful muscles!
ÒPerhaps,Ó Annette said. ÒI want you to reach up and take hold of
the trapeze, Chloe. It will show off your lovely figure to great advantage
and at the same time allow me to begin your exercise.Ó
I put my fingers to my mouth. I gazed up at the trapeze, standing
there in my birthday suit, clad in only a new pair of sneakers. I glanced
over my shoulder at James. He stood behind me, his cock stiff, his balls
hanging heavy between his legs. He flexed his hands. I wondered if he
wished to grab himself with his hands, as men sometimes do, when they
are unbearably hard.
ÒWell, Chloe?Ó Annette asked. She smiled at me, indulgently. Yet
her eyes glittered. I saw wickedness lurking in them.
ÒChloe, reach up and grab the trapeze,Ó my aunt urged. She wiggled
her hips. She was sensuous, wet-lipped.
I looked again at the bar hanging above me. How silly I would feel,
stripped naked, hanging from that bar! Perhaps nudity was the perfect
garb for exercise, after all the Greeks had held their Olympics nude, yet at
the same time my nudity left me wholly unprotected. No panties protected
my seat. No skirt covered my private. No bra cupped my breasts.
James cleared his throat. He reached around me and took hold of my
wrists.
ÒEeep!Ó I shouted. I felt his dong press against my bottom. Without
trying to take advantage of his cockÕs pressure against my ass, he lifted
my hands.
ÒNo!Ó I cried. My protest was heartfelt. Annette saw it in my eyes.
To my great surprise, just as my hands were bumping against the trapeze
over my head, she told James to put me down.
He did, which startled me even more. I rubbed my hands together. I
stood upon the floor in my tennies and looked wide-eyed at Annette.
ÒYou see, Chloe? Everything is voluntary here. Yes there are whips
and paddles and wicked things, but you are always free to refuse.Ó She
smiled. ÒUp to a point,Ó she added. Immediately she turned and beckoned
us over to the chairs we had sat in for tea. James took my hand and lead
me. How strange it was to walk with him, hand-in-hand, after nearly
being strung up by him! I glanced up at his face but he was preoccupied
with the sight of my auntÕs bare, wiggling behind.
We arrived at the chairs. They were shoved against the wall.
Annette told James to arrange them in a semi-circle, so we might enjoy
the view we would soon provide each other with. James obeyed. He left
plenty of room between the chairs, but placed them so we could see each
other when we sat.
ÒNow, letÕs sit and relax a moment, shall we?Ó Annette said. ÒWe
have much exercising to do soon, and I wish for us to be well-rested when
we start.Ó
I plopped into a chair. Immediately I crossed my legs. My bosoms
wobbled nakedly upon my chest but my cunt was hidden from view by my
thighs. Smiling nervously, I raised my hands and placed them over my tits.
I shook my hair and let it fall over my hands.
Annette sat boldly, her thighs apart, elegant in her corset and yet
showing her pussy to us without reserve. My aunt tried to cross her legs
but Annette, still holding the leash which attached to my auntÕs collar,
gave her neck a quick jerk.
ÒNo, Rebecca. We will be exercising all our places and parts and you
must not pretend otherwise. Sit easily, like the well-trained athlete you
will soon be. Do not mind little Chloe; she is young. She must be taught to
display her charms. But you are older and should know to do that already.Ó
My aunt complied. She opened her legs and showed us her bush.
Then, abruptly, glancing at James with his big erect cock, she crossed her
left leg over her right. Annette scolded her and jerked on her collar again,
but my auntÕs collar was made of pearls and too severe a jerk would break
it. My aunt won, Annette lost. Angry at having been defeated twice in so
short a time, once by me and once by my aunt, Annette tossed the leash
connected to my auntÕs neck to the floor.
I thought for a moment our game was at an end. But Annette was
accustomed to dealing with Òspoiled women,Ó I learned later, women who
might say ÒyesÓ one minute and ÒnoÓ the next. She smiled at both myself
and my aunt and then clapped her hands together. One clap, but it was
enough to bring the 10-year-old girl scurrying into the room.
As I listened to the approach of her footsteps I glanced at James. He
sat happily with his legs widespread. His cock was engorged with his
blood and throbbed in time with his pulse. He was leaning back in his
chair, relaxed. Beneath the stiff post of his penis his balls rested on the
chair. How odd it was to see his hairy sac, happily bulging upon the
chairÕs expensive silk covering. He did not seem to mind that his cock,
sticking out beyond the rim of his chair, dripped pre-cum onto the carpet.
If Annette noticed, she said nothing.
The 10-year-old girl appeared. Her hair was arranged as if to serve
at the court of Louis the 14th. Each strand was combed and curled. There
was a profusion of ribbons, each tied into a neat bow. Meanwhile, her feet
were still bare. But now, between her deliciously perfect hair and her
nude feet, her body was naked. She no longer wore her skirt and blouse.
How strange it was to see this dolled-up, pubescent girl, her hair
elaborately done, walking about in the nude! She was too young to have a
thatch of hair where her legs met. Oblivious to the nakedness of her body,
but patting the hair on her head lightly with one of her hands, she
approached us holding a plastic container. It had a squirt nozzle. It looked
like it had been made to cleanse the bowl of a toilet.
ÒYes, it is a container of Toilet Duck,Ó Annette told me, noticing my
stare. ÒBut it has been emptied and cleansed. Today it will be used for a
nobler purpose. At least, I think itÕs a nobler purpose,Ó Annette said. She
shifted her hips farther forward on her chair. She opened her legs more
completely.
ÒPlease serve me, Krissy,Ó Annette told the 10-year-old girl.
Not quite believing what she was supposed to do, or so it seemed to
me, the 10-year-old girl replied, ÒIn the mouth, maÕam?Ó
Annette laughed. ÒNo, not in the mouth,Ó she said. She offered a
more complete display of her cunt, arching her legs apart and showing her
slit for all it was worth. ÒRight here, dear. Squirt me, please.Ó
ÒOh! But some will get on the chair, maÕam!Ó the 10-year-old cried.
ÒYes, Krissy. So it will,Ó Annette said.
ÒBut we must always be careful of such fine things, mustnÕt we?Ó
Krissy asked.
ÒWell yes, darling, we must. And I did correct you for having your
little friends in here yesterday. But now we are playing adult games.
Please squirt me, and aim well. I do not want it all over me. Just where
it counts. Right here.Ó Annette pointed. Her finger, small and delicate,
directed KrissyÕs attention to her bush. The girl blushed. Then, lifting the
Toilet Duck and aiming it at her mistress, she squeezed the plastic
container.
A shot of fluid streamed from the nozzle of the Toilet Duck. It
landed right between AnnetteÕs legs. Krissy leaned forward and directed
the stream all over the tight lips of AnnetteÕs slit. The young woman
gasped. She flung her head back. Yet she never closed her legs, and Krissy
squirted her sex until it was soaked. A wet spot formed on the chair
between AnnetteÕs thighs.
ÒYes, very good, Krissy,Ó Annette sighed. Her eyes had closed but
now she opened them. She pointed to my aunt. ÒHer next, Krissy,Ó she
said.
My aunt let out a small yelp. The girl approached her. My aunt sat
rigid, her left leg crossed over her right.
ÒDonÕt worry, Rebecca. It is only honey, thinned with water,Ó
Annette told her. ÒOpen yourself to it. Please donÕt be shy. I have had my
dosage and now itÕs your turn.Ó
The small girl stood before my aunt. There was an expectant look on
her childish face. My aunt blushed. Then, to my great surprise, my aunt
uncrossed her legs. Her blush deepening, my aunt spread her lovely thighs.
Krissy leaned forward and aimed between my auntÕs legs. She squirted. A
shot of fluid hit my aunt squarely on her bush and my aunt shivered.
ÒOh, God!Ó my aunt gasped. She gazed down at herself as Krissy
anointed her between her smooth legs.
ÒYes, delicious, isnÕt it?Ó Annette, her own sex dripping wet, asked
my aunt. ÒIt is especially nice to be squirted when one is so excited
already,Ó Annette said. ÒEnjoy the sensation of it hitting your bush,
Rebecca. Your cunt is special in this place. Here we will pay particular
attention to it. Stroking it, filling it, even hurting it a little.Ó She looked
at James. ÒAnd of course his big prong will be subjected to the same
treatment,Ó she smiled. ÒImagine JamesÕ big cock being put through its
paces. Not just sexually, but tested against the stroke of a whip, too. We
have such things here, hanging on the wall. Penis whips, theyÕre called.
Slim and small, made to bite into the stiffened flesh of a cock and leave
red lovemarks upon it.Ó
ÒOhhhh!Ó my aunt sighed. Between the squirting and AnnetteÕs
words, she looked about to cum on her silk-covered chair.
ÒEnough, Krissy!Ó Annette told the girl. ÒOur intent is merely to
tease at this point. Rebecca must contain any deeper desires for later in
our training.Ó
Krissy ceased her squirting. My aunt looked forlorn. She sat with
her legs apart, her sex drenched, a wet spot on her chair between her legs.
Krissy turned and, without being told, advanced upon me. I blanched. I felt
my back go rigid.
ÒOpen yourself, Chloe,Ó Annette said.
ÒOpen wide!Ó Krissy chortled.
James looked at me. ÒIf you show me yours, IÕll show you mine,Ó he
told me.
ÒYou canÕt help but show yours,Ó I said with feigned disgust. I
looked at his cock, sticking up between his legs. How big and knobby it
was! His long, veined shaft was surmounted by a purplish crown. He
seemed proud of it. You might have thought he was showing off a prized
stallion, the way he sat displaying his wicked thing. He grinned at me.
ÒHave you ever been fucked up your ass?Ó he asked me. His words
were casual, as if he were asking if IÕd ever visited Disneyland.
ÒYes-- I mean, no!Ó I lied. I squirmed in my chair. I did not like
knowing that, with his big cock sticking out like that, James was thinking
of my ass.
ÒAnd how about you, Krissy?Ó James asked. Quickly the girl turned
her head and looked back at him, over her shoulder.
ÒNooooo,Ó Krissy said.
ÒJames, you dirty man. She is only in elementary school,Ó Annette
scolded. But then she laughed, seeing Krissy cringe, her small bare bottom
displayed so freely to James, and I think she would not have stopped him
if heÕd leapt from his chair and forced himself upon her.
Perhaps to protect poor little Krissy, I opened my legs. Immediately
JamesÕ attention returned to me. He licked his lips as he stared up my
thighs, and at their vulnerable juncture. A small trimming of hair adorned
my 13-year-old cunt. Krissy turned and looked at me and aimed her bottle.
ÒReady, maÕam?Ó Krissy asked me.
ÒMiss,Ó I corrected.
ÒIÕm not allowed to miss, unless itÕs an accident,Ó Krissy told me.
ÒNo, I mean, IÕm a miss, not a maÕam,Ó I told her.
ÒOoops!Ó Krissy said. At once she squeezed her bottle, and I felt the
fluid strike me right between the lips of my cunt.
I was dazzled by the sensation. The warm fluid squirted deliciously
upon me. I stretched my thighs wider apart and welcomed the fluid within
me. I threw back my long mane of hair. I let my hands fall from my
breasts and shook my tits freely.
ÒOh! Keep going!Ó I blathered, when I felt the stream suddenly stop.
ÒDonÕt worry. Your little pussy will get lots more attention,Ó
Annette told me. I looked at her, my chest heaving, gasps escaping my
lips. Then I watched as little Krissy walked up to James. He grinned. He
spread his legs and offered her the extended prong of his cock. It was
already quite a well-displayed item but now he shoved himself right to
the end of his chair, so that his penis hung heavily over a good foot of the
carpet.
ÒOh, I will stain the rug,Ó Krissy said.
ÒSquirt me or IÕll make you turn around and shove this up your ass,Ó
James told her. His words must have startled her, for suddenly the bottle
slipped from KrissyÕs grasp.
ÒOh my!Ó Krissy said. She turned and bent down and picked it up.
Perhaps she didnÕt need to turn around, but she did anyway, and bent so
that her bottom, in all its nude, childish glory, was presented to JamesÕ
eyes.
ÒOh God! Such a sweet little ass!Ó James cried.
ÒAre you excited by KrissyÕs bottom, James?Ó Annette asked.
ÒYes,Ó James answered.
The little girl hastily picked up her bottle of Toilet Duck. She spun
around and faced James. As if to fend off his gaze, she aimed her Toilet
Duck at his dick.
ÒThis contains hot lava,Ó Krissy told James. Her voice was high and
giggly. Then she squirted him.
ÒAh!Ó James exclaimed. He watched as the fluid hit his cock. Krissy
began by wetting his cockhead, squirting him right in his pee hole. Then
she moved the stream around, squirting his knob, and finally, with grand,
sweeping gestures, she wet the length of his shaft.
ÒNow you will go up me more easily,Ó Krissy said. Then, releasing a
flood of giggles, she dashed from the room. I think James would have
jumped from his chair and raced after her, but we were there, all of us
with our cunts wetly displayed, and the sight of so much available pussy
made coy little Krissy seem, I think, just a tad too difficult.
ÒHow pleasant it is to sit like this, is it not?Ó Annette asked us.
ÒBut we do not have forever. LetÕs get up. I have a treat for Chloe.Ó
We rose. James took my hand. Annette picked up the leash
connected to my auntÕs neck and, at the same time, once more took hold of
the leash connected to JamesÕ balls, which she had allowed to drop to the
floor. James led me by my hand while Annette, leading the way, tugged
upon my aunt by her neck and James by his balls.
Dripping freely, we walked across the expensive carpet to the fire.
It burned slowly upon logs whose scent filled the room with a pine-
scented smell. As I felt the fire drying the honey upon my sex, Annette
reached up to the mantle. She took down one of the ornate bottles. I saw
it was an atomizer. It had a round, decorated base. Connected to it was a
small rubber length of tubing. At the end of the tubing was a squeeze ball.
There was, jutting up from the decorated base, where the tubing
connected, a tiny golden nozzle.
ÒTurn around, Chloe,Ó Annette said to me. I gazed into her face. It
looked serious, not playful. Slowly I turned, my eyes passing from her
face to the wall where the whips and paddles hung. As I turned I asked,
ÒWhy?Ó It was soft-spoken, feather-like.
ÒBecause James is going to whip your bottom, Chloe,Ó Annette said.
ÒTo make you exercise. While you hang from the trapeze. I fear James
will be too kind to you. This will sharpen and increase the sting, and make
you feel the whip more.Ó
She squirted me. I leapt onto my toes as I felt the ornate bottle
release its fluid onto my bottom. It was a small squirt. The nozzle was
tiny.
ÒHold still, Chloe,Ó Annette said.
ÒI do not want my bottom to be hurt,Ó I said. Gently my aunt took my
hands. She drew them in front of me. She kissed my cheek.
Annette squirted me again. Once more I shot up onto my toes. James
laughed. Slowly, with careful squeezings of the bottle, Annette anointed
my behind. She sprayed me not just on my cheeks, but within my crevice
also. I wondered if the whip would bite me there.
ÒDo not play with yourself, James. YouÕll get honey all over your
hands,Ó Annette said. Meanwhile she continued to squirt me. JamesÕ face
reddened and he took his fist from his penis, where heÕd begun to pleasure
himself.
ÒLick the honey off your palm, James,Ó Annette told him.
ÒWhat?Ó James asked.
ÒIt will serve you right, for handling yourself. Your penis is
reserved exclusively for us girls. Put your hand to your mouth and taste
yourself, James. Perhaps if you have to eat your pre-cum, you wonÕt be so
eager to masturbate.Ó
James put his palm to his mouth. He licked it. I shivered. How odd
it was to see a man licking his pre-cum, even if it was flavored with
honey, while I myself was having my ass anointed for a whipping! The
same hand James was now licking would, I guessed, be the hand that
whipped me, for it was his right hand.
I looked at my aunt. She looked at me. Our nipples were sharp-
tipped as needles, looking for something to poke.
ÒAuntie, donÕt let me be whipped,Ó I begged.
ÒIt will stimulate you,Ó my aunt said.
ÒIt will hurt,Ó I protested.
Annette put the bottle back up on the mantle. My aunt released my
hands. James took my hand in his, the one he had just finished licking. It
was wet, and a little sticky. He led me over to the trapeze, my aunt
following, leashed by her neck while James remained leashed by his balls.
Annette followed them both, as if being pulled by horses, handling the
twin leashes like a coach driver handles reins.
I looked up again at the trapeze. I shuddered. Dangling from it, I
would be deprived of the use of my hands. Nothing would keep me from
being used in whatever manner they pleased.
ÒI cannot,Ó I said.
ÒWhat? You still refuse?Ó Annette asked. ÒWith your bottom all
wet, prepared for the lash, and your pussy titillated?Ó
ÒYou let me say no last time only to tease me more,Ó I said ruefully,
looking over my shoulder at her. I tensed my cheeks. JamesÕ cock was
throbbing mightily, as if he expected to be satisfied soon. How big and
quivery his cock was! Did he really fancy putting it up that 10-year-old
girlÕs little ass? I wished she were here now, perhaps she would be
strung up instead of me.
ÒAlright, you wet-bottomed hussy,Ó Annette said. ÒWeÕll play one
more game, since you still refuse. Come. LetÕs have a look at the whips. I
want you to choose one for yourself.Ó
Trembling, I let James lead me over to the wall where the
flagellums hung. I saw every type and variety. Round paddles, like you
might play a game of ping pong with. Narrow paddles, delivering a sharp,
well-directed stripe. Then there were whips, too many to take note of
them all, and canes, and long, wickedly dangling straps.
ÒWell?Ó Annette asked me.
ÒM-Must it be a whip?Ó I asked, hoping perhaps one of the big, round
paddles would be easier to take.
ÒYes,Ó Annette said. ÒHurry and pick before your bottom dries.Ó
ÒI--Ó I stammered.
ÒSheÕs looking for a whip in the shape of a feather,Ó Annette laughed.
ÒThis one, then!Ó I said boldly, pointing. It was a devious looking
lash, the leather twisted tight, separating at the end into two tails, each
with a knot on the end of it.
ÒMy, you are braver than I thought,Ó Annette said. She took down the
whip and handed it to me. I felt it upon my palms. It was light, yet I
guessed that, well-applied, it would sting like the dickens, especially
with those knots at its tips. ÒGive it to James,Ó Annette told me.
ÒHere, James,Ó I said. My voice quavered. I lifted up my hands. He
looked at me. The tips of my nipples quivered beneath my offered palms.
The twin tails of the whip dangled through my fingers. Laughing, James
took the whip out of my hands.
ÒDonÕt expect to sit down if we have another round of tea,Ó James
told me.
We returned to the trapeze. Once more I looked up at it. I stood with
my thighs tight-pressed together. Then, without being asked, I lifted my
hands. I reached for the cuffs that dangled loosely beneath the bar. I
caught hold of one of them, then the other.
ÒStrap them around your wrists, Chloe, and then grasp the bar,Ó
Annette told me. I did as she said. My whole body trembled as I did it. My
bosoms wobbled on my chest, showing off my stiff nipples. My cunt
wettened between my legs, moistening itself, its dew mingling with the
honey already squirted there.
ÒVery good,Ó Annette said, when I had bound one of my hands into a
cuff. ÒJames, do her other hand for her. She cannot do it herself.Ó
James complied. When he was done I stood with my arms upraised,
on tip-toe, my wrists bound in the cuffs, my fingers clinging to the
overhead bar.
ÒNow I will raise you a little, Chloe,Ó Annette said. ÒGrip the bar
tightly. I donÕt want all the pressure to be placed on your wrists.Ó
ÒOoooh!Ó I said, as the bar was raised. I looked at my aunt. She
smiled, wanly. Her fingers played upon her thighs and I think she wanted
to dip them into herself. But the honey prevented that. She did not want
to be forced to lick her fingers clean, and taste her own sex, as James had
been forced to taste his pre-cum.
Strung up like an animal for slaughter, I dangled in my bonds. James
struck the air behind me with the whip.
ÒNo!Ó I shouted.
ÒShe is still resistant, even when it is quite useless,Ó Annette said.
ÒExercise her well, James. As for Rebecca and I, it is time Rebecca
exercised her tongue. Come dear. Let us take to the chairs. Or, rather, I
shall sit, while you kneel before me.Ó
CRACK! The whip landed on my bottom. I shrieked. Oblivious, my
aunt let Annette guide her over to the silk-covered, hand-carved chairs by
the wall. I watched my auntÕs bottom wiggle as she walked. She was
excited, not only by the honey dripping from her cunt but, I guessed, by my
screams as well. Her ass was as bare as mine. I hoped she would feel the
whip too before the night was out. I think she knew she would feel it.
Discreetly, as if taking her seat at a ladiesÕ social, Annette sat
down on one of the chairs. She did not seem to mind that it was the chair
I had formerly sat in, and that there was a big wet spot on it. When she
had seated herself she looked up at my aunt. She still held a leash
connected to my auntÕs throat and now she gave it a brief tug.
ÒSit, Rebecca,Ó she said. My aunt looked around for a chair, but the
nearest one was off to the side. ÒNo, Rebecca. Sit down on the floor,Ó
Annette said.
CRAACK! The whip struck me again and I wriggled fiercely. My legs
opened and I showed my cunt, even as my bottomcheeks squeezed tightly
against the smart of the leather. My bosoms bounced. James laughed.
ÒWhat a fine display you make, when you have the whip to inspire
you,Ó James said.
ÒIndeed,Ó Annette said, looking at me. At the same time, with my
aunt seated on the carpet in front of her, Annette lifted up one of her legs
and placed it on the arm of her chair. This made AnnetteÕs cunt wide open
and, seated thus, she clapped her hands.
The 10-year-old girl rushed into the room. She was naked as before,
but her hair looked slightly mussed now, as if someone had been passing
their hand through it.
ÒYes, maÕam?Ó Krissy asked. Her face was flushed. She seemed
desirous of putting her hands between her legs, but didnÕt, for Annette
was glaring at her.
ÒIs the gardener inside or out?Ó Annette asked. Her voice was sharp.
ÒInside, maÕam,Ó Krissy said in a quavery voice.
ÒI told him not to fondle you,Ó Annette said.
ÒWeÕre only playing, maÕam,Ó Krissy answered. ÒDonÕt worry. I
fondle him back!Ó
Annette rolled her eyes. ÒGo get a feather out of my bedroom,
Krissy,Ó Annette said. ÒThe long ostrich feather. The one I use on you
when you cannot sleep.Ó
ÒOh! Are you going to use it on me now? ItÕs only daytime,Ó Krissy
said.
ÒNo,Ó Annette answered. ÒI want you to use it on her.Ó She pointed
to me. Krissy turned and looked at me hanging from the trapeze.
ÒOh, it will make her all tingly,Ó Krissy said.
ÒYes,Ó Annette told her. ÒMake her all tingly with the feather.Ó
ÒWhat- what is he doing to her?Ó Krissy asked, seeing James, who
had momentarily paused, lifting his whip. There were tears in my eyes.
ÒHe is exercising her bottom, Krissy. And while he does that you are
going to exercise her pussy.Ó
ÒOh, goody!Ó Krissy said. Then James struck me and Krissy nearly
leaped to the ceiling.
ÒYeeeouch!Ó I cried.
ÒShe is being spanked!Ó Krissy announced.
ÒYes, Krissy, but she needs her pussy tickled, all the same. Go get
the feather and do it,Ó Annette said.
Krissy raced from the room. I was sobbing when she returned,
having received yet more blows on my bottom from James. Krissy looked
at me with wide, innocent eyes, holding the big feather sheÕd gotten out of
AnnetteÕs bedroom. Then, smiling a little, she twirled the feather and
applied it to my dell.
ÒThis will make you happy,Ó Krissy told me. I felt the feather
insinuate itself between my cunt lips. My stomach tightened. My bosoms
heaved. My legs wrenched apart, loving the feather even as I wished I
could resist it. James let fly with the whip again and it struck my behind.
ÒOoooooch!Ó I shouted. Krissy giggled. She kept the feather in my
cunt, twirling it devilishly. Gazing at my cunt while listening to me cry,
she said, with smug satisfaction, ÒYouÕve been bad!Ó
Meanwhile, Annette had leaned back in her chair. In this sensuously
relaxed posture, she invited my aunt to stick her tongue into her.
ÒRight here, darling,Ó Annette said, pointing to her pussy. ÒRight
here between my legs. YouÕll find it most humiliating to lick another
womanÕs cunt, I suppose, yet it will prove an ideal way to test your
tongue. My responses will show whether you are being truly diligent or
not. Work your tongue well. I will have you whipped extra hard if you do
not.Ó
Strangely, my aunt obeyed. Assuming a kneeling position, my aunt
leaned forward and pressed her head between AnnetteÕs legs. The woman
swooned as she felt my aunt press her tongue-tip into her dell.
ÒYes!Ó Annette cried. With cat-like tonguings Rebecca delved into
AnnetteÕs cunt. How oddly elegant they both looked, still clad in their
corsets, each wearing shimmering stockings, their cunts and asses bare
but with glittering heels on their feet.
ÒOh, yes!Ó Annette cried. Her voice sounded almost savage as she
grabbed my auntÕs pretty hair and stuffed her face more deeply into her
sex. ÒLick me right there!Ó Annette begged. Dutifully, my aunt licked.
ÒYou need your pussy tickled,Ó Krissy told me. She continued to
torture me with her feather.
ÒGod, what an ass!Ó James cried. He gave me a blow of the whip that
was very strong. It blazed into my cheeks and made them quiver like jello.
I shouted at the pain. I tightened myself, in back, while in front my legs
splayed wider, letting Krissy push even deeper with her feather.
ÒWell! What a time we have had,Ó Annette said sometime later,
when I had been let down from the trapeze and my auntÕs face looked
rather silly, her lipstick all smeared. Red marks decorated AnnetteÕs cunt.
Freely Annette touched herself and smiled at my aunt.
ÒYou need to have your lipstick repaired,Ó she said. ÒBut you were
very diligent. There will be only a light whipping of your behind as a
result.Ó
ÒOh. Good,Ó my aunt said. Her hands flew to her bottom. She cupped
it and felt it with her fingers.
ÒMine hurts,Ó I pouted. I had my hands on my ass. It felt quite hot
and burny, as if IÕd been given a sunburn.
ÒYours hurts because you were so resistant,Ó Annette told me.
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