The Towers, Part 6 – Getting to Know Ellie

by Lucy

Ellie had a thing for bums and anuses. It was a fixation. It did not matter what you were doing, bathing, exercising, sleeping or plain sitting down, Ellie would find a way to gain access to my derierre, and beyond. It was not just mine. No ones arse was safe from her inquisitive probing fingers, tongue or any other object she had to hand. This included her own, and we would regularly hear that stange comforting purr that issued from her as she kneeded the flesh of a buttock or two, or probed deeper into the the recess of an anus. During those first ten days, there were two incidents that remain firmly etched on my mind, and which have gone no small way to turn me into the person I am today.

The first of these was when I burst into Charlie's room one day without knocking first. I was in a state of high excitement about some since forgotten detail. The reason I had forgotten the detail was the unbelievable sight that met my eyes, leaving me speechless, and the two girls, Charlie and Ellie, in fits of laughter at the astounded look on my face. The sight that greeted me will never be given justice by my writing it down. The mental image, that exists so vividly in my head, does not transfer so easily to paper (or computer screen). Ellie was knelt on all fours on Charlie's bed, her head on the pillow, her buttocks thrust firmly in the air, legs spread, pussy gaping. I timed my sudden intrusion at just the right moment to watch Charlie swing a wide arc with a leather belt, bringing it to bear on Ellie's up turned buttocks with a loud crack. I stood with my mouth open, as Ellie's buttocks tensed and she emitted a strangled gasping cry, arching her back in pain. Ellie's young fists were clenched with a hand full of bed clothes, and her usually stunning blond hair was plastered in sweaty strands down the side of her face. Her buttocks were a mottled red showing evidence of a number of strokes prior to my arrival.

Charlie raised her arm, complete with belt, her intention obvious, and my arrival unoticed.

"Nooooo!" I screeched, throwing myself at Charlie and lunging for her right arm. My only thought was to save Ellie.

Charlie quickly spun round to discover me attatched to her right arm, and scooped me up off the floor as though I weighed nothing. Ellie screamed, and threw herself flat on the bed, turning round to find out waht all the commotion was about. For a split second there was stunned silence.

"Lucy." the first surprised word that came out of Charlie's mouth. Her look of stunned amazement turning to a smile of pleasure at seeing me.

"Leave her alone." I yelled, my fists balled up, and I started lashing out at Charlie who immediately took evasive action.

"Lucy." This time from Ellie. "Stop."

Ellie leapt off the bed and grabbed me from behind as I continued my advance on Charlie.

"Lucy. Stop. You don't understand" Ellie had wrapped her arms round me and effectively pinned my arms at my side.

I had tears of anger in my eyes, and was unable to see properly. I continued trying to lash out, and Ellie was fighting a losing battle at restraining me. Charlie stepped to wards me, the belt falling from her hands, as she, being older and stronger was able to wrestle me away from the sobbing Ellie. Charlie held me in a gentle bear hug, and Ellie was chattering away at a hundred miles an hour, as they both tried to calm me down and explain what was going on.

"I asked Charlie..."

"I like...."

"...turns me on..."

"...not hurting me..."

Snippets of Ellie's fast talking started to register on my mind, and I started to realise that I might have made a mistake.

"I wanted..."

"...what we do..."

"...love Charlie."

"...loves me."

My mind suddenly cleared and I looked up at Ellie. I looked her straight in the eye.

"Why?" I demanded.

Ellie stared straight back at me, and I felt Charlie's bear hug becoming less restraining.

"Lucy." Ellie started, "We are all different and like different things. I don't know why, but I like having my bottom spanked. The sting sort of transfers over to my pussy, and I get so turned on I orgasm in no time. Charlie was just helping."

I heard every word of this short speech but I could not for the life of me work out why someone would want to have there bottom whipped or what the turn on could be. My inquisitive side was awakened and I reminded myself that I had experienced so much change in the last few days. So many things I would not have dreamt of before, and yet other things I had just accepted. Why not this?

"But doesn't it hurt?

"Well... Yeah, but..."

"Then how can it turn you on?" Charlie had let me go and I stood hands on my hips demanding answers.

"I don't know... it just makes my pussy..."

"Yeah... but she was whipping you bad!"

"I know... but", Ellie started getting upset, and tears started froming in her eyes again.

"Lucy." Charlie interupted, "You need to let Ellie finish what she is saying."

I was glaring at Ellie. I guess it was frustration of not being able to understand. "So... finish." I spat out.

Ellie just looked at me and burst into tears. Great wracking sobs were forced out as she tried to explain. Eventually Charlie had had enough.

"Lucy." Charlie firmly took me by the shoulders and turned me to face her. "What you have just seen is something that Ellie enjoys. It makes her feel good. She may or may not be able to explain that to you in a way you can accept. Just because you don't understand does not mean you can give Ellie a hard time about it. Do you understand?" Charlie spoke these words firmly and with authority, and I was once again taken captive in those hypnotic eyes.

I nodded dumbly. "Sorry."

Charlie hugged me and held me tight for a couple of minutes. My mind was all over the place but one thing kept pushing to the front. I must say sorry to Ellie. I pushed away from Charlie. She let me go.

"Ellie. I'm sorry I made you feel bad." I said as I reached out towards her.

"That's ok. I really don't know why I like this..." Ellie responded.

"As long as it's what you want I..." I didn't feel comfortable with saying I was ok with it.

"I do. I do. It is what I want. Honest."

I knew Ellie was telling the truth and I felt awkward about having made such a scene, but I was simply baffled by the experience.

"Do you want to stay and watch." Ellie generously inquired.

I was dumbfounded, and a little unsure. Somehow this perversion just seemed so much more personal than the orgasms that I had got used to receiving and giving. So much more secret.

"It's ok. I don't mind. Do you Charlie?"

"No. If Lucy wants to stay that's ok."

"Please stay? Please." The second please had just enough elongation to make her sound like a little child. (Huh! Listen to me! I'm 6, she's 10, we are children for Gods sake.)

"I dunno... it's kinda wierd."

"Go on. Please."

"if you really want me to..."

"Yes."

Ellie leapt back on to the bed with a whoop. Charlie retrieved the belt from where she had dropped it earlier. She looked at me to check I was ok with what she was about to do. Ellie had regained her earlier position and I was able to take a closer look at her young taught buttocks, dark valley, and winking anus which was contracting and releasing in obvious anticipation. She had spread her knees apart again opening her hairless pussy, and I marvelled at the perfection of her inner lips and the slightly open moist pink hole.

Charlie let rip with the belt which made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air on the way to its target. The resulting crack as it made contact with Ellie's buttocks made me jump, even though I could see it coming. Ellie's breath was knocked out of her as again her buttocks clenched and her back arched up. Where the belt had landed was a line of instant pure white which rapidly changed from white to pink to dark pink to red within a couple of seconds. Ellie let out a little whimper as her back lowered and she was again presenting the perfect position for another lash. Charlie did not dissappoint her, and there was no interuption from me as, once more the belt flew through the air to make unforgiving contact with those soft young buttocks. Again the crack. Again the hiss of breath. Again the involuntary clenching of Ellie's buttocks. Again the arching of the back, the white line turning quickly red. This process was repeated a number of times with a similar reaction to each stroke.

To my surpirise I felt a familiar tingling between my legs and I finally had to conceed, even if only to myself for the time being, that watching Ellie getting a whipping was turning me on too.

After what must have been 16 - 20 strokes, I noticed a change start to come over Ellie. Imperceptibly slowly, at first, and then gaining in momentum, Ellie had started to hump the air, her back dipping, and her hips thrusting up. At each new stroke there was a long drawn out wail of pain and I had the urge to jump to her rescue again. I looked at Charlie, who just winked at me and mouthed the word "watch". To my utter amazement the next stroke caused Ellie to scream a word that sent a shudder down my spine.

"Harder."

Crack.

"AAAAAhhhhhhh! Harder"

CRACK

"AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh! Harder"

The last three strokes had been progressively harder. The final one seemed to be timed to perfection as though the two girls had done this many times before. Ellie had seemingly managed to contort herself into a most strange position. The whole of her chest was laid flat on the bed and the lower part of her back was bent almost at right angles forcing her her buttocks into the tightest almost perfect round orbs imaginable. Because of this position her delicate young pussy was pushed out from between her legs, the juices of her appoaching climax already showing at the tiny opening. As I said, timed to perfection. Just as she reached this ungainly position the final deadly lash was heading in, aimed slightly lower than usual, tipping Ellie over the edge as it kissed its line of fire directly across those delicate creases that mark the end of her buttocks and the begining of her legs. The very centre being the thrust out pussy and engorged and aroused little clit. I would like to bet that her clit was the first part of her skin to feel the leather as the full weight of the lash scored a direct hit.

CRACK!!!

Ellie's scream was silent. She threw herself forward on the bed, her hands flying down between her legs to grip at her abused pussy. Every muscle was tensed. Her body was trembling and shivering. Small noises started to come from her mouth and it sounded as though she was struggling to breathe. The trembling became stronger and the noises louder. The trembling turned into a small thrashing about which became steadily more and more violent. The noises became squeeks and short cries and eventually reached a cresendo of loud gasping screams as Ellie experienced a most violent and elongated orgasms, tossing and rolling over, and then curling up into a ball before throwing herself out rigid on her back.

I was breathless just watching her.

Ellie's orgasm lasted for about three minutes if her thrashing around was anything to go by. All that time she had her hands between her legs tightly gripping her sopping wet sex. Finally she started to calm down.

I was left with a wonder. What if...

The second incident in Ellie's bum fetish was in the private bathroom. All five of us were in the bath, and there had been the usual amount of playing and groping. I am sure I mentioned the size of this incredible bath, but not the fact that it was sunk into the floor.

Sienna was laying over the edge, her tummy and small breasts pressed against the tiled floor, allowing Ellie to play with her anus. Ellie had been pushing her little fingers in and out and just generally teasing Sienna. As a result of this play, I noted that Sienna's dark anus had become very relaxed as Ellie pushed in a couple of small fingers from each hand and stretched sienna open. A couple of time Sienna had groaned causing our attention to be drawn in her direction.

I liked watching Sienna with one of the other girls. I was always mesmerised by the contrast of the black and white skin together. I was also fascinated that when Sienna's holes gaped open she was as pink as me. Her anus was not pink, but just inside, the change was amazing.

All of a sudden Sienna let out this big cry, and we all looked round to see Ellie grinning from ear to ear, her whole hand inserted in Sienna anus. Sienna gasping at the oversized and unexpected intrusion of Ellie's whole hand had tensed up and her anal ring was now squeezing tightly around Ellies slim wrist. This was all accompanied by a running commentary from Sienna who at first did not seem overly happy to have an arm sticking out of her bum. Ellie was not really stuck, the natural direction being out, but was giving Sienna a right song and dance about letting her have her hand back.

Sienna was getting quite panicky. I think she thought she would have to walk round everywhere with Ellie attached to her bum.

Despite the lightheartedness of this event both Sienna and Ellie first hand, and Mary, Charlie and myself learnt that stimulation through some very sensitive nerves in the rectum can be extremely pleasurable.

It was an even lighter moment in a light hearted life and still brings us all weakness through laughing when we recall this, even Sienna, whose arse could probably take the whole of Ellie's head nowadays.