Author: Rudi

Spanking good erotica. M/F, F/M, F/F - it's all good. My women are mostly empowered and my men often (but not always) end on the wrong end of the caning or whatever. Give and take is my mantra in writing and in life. It is all for fun and none of my characters are forced to do anything I wouldn't personally enjoy trying myself, at least once.

Princess Jasmine’s Lament

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Oh Aladdin, how I wish t’were me

You rubbed with such delight

Your rub your lamp so vigorously

To play with Genie, ev’ry night

You rub and rub, til it fairly glows

And the dome is rosy red

And then ‘pouff’ your Genie doth erupt

And you lay back on your bed

As you lay, and catch your wits

Your Genie sputters forth

And makes a mess upon the floor

And all upon the walls

He promises much, but delivers naught

So you rub him out once more

Oh foolish boy, tis me you need

To rub, and I’ll do yours

Just place that practiced finger

Right here, yes, that’s it!

Now rotate that practiced digit

And polish my tiny clit

And as my fervour rises

I will take your lamp in hand

I will rub your dome til it shines bright

The brightest in the land

Then with shaft a glowing

And my clit about to burst

Your Genie will explode for sure

– as long as I’ve cum first

And when your Genie’s wilted

And your seeds have all been sown

Just ask yourself, was that better

Than rubbing that lamp alone?

Rebekkah : Adriana’s Turn

Continued from Rebekkah:Pay the Piper. Go back to the beginning HERE

car

Adriana had tiptoed from the bedroom thanks to the distraction provided by Sarah and Rebekkah. Once outside she’d dived for her car, started up and slammed it into reverse almost in one movement. She shot backwards, narrowly missing Maggie’s cruiser parked by the gate. She clipped the fence post, though, and took out the mailbox. She didn’t even stop to check the damage to her car as she slammed it into drive nd fishtailed on the snow-packed gravel roadway. She sped away, sobbing and unable to see clearly.

Adriana reached the end of the private road before she knew where she was. She was forced to whip the wheel to the right to keep from shooting straight across the road and into the trees beyond. The sudden change in direction caused the rear to break free on the still-slick surface, and she fought to control the car as it snaked wildly across the road. Time slowed and every twist and turn happened in slow motion. On one snap she lost control and the car whipped round once, twice before the hard-locked wheels caught on a dry piece of pavement and the car began to slow its wild ride. The car came to rest diagonally across the two-lane road. Thoroughly shaken, she straightened the wheel and pulled the car over into a wide pull-off. She sat, gripping the wheel tightly as she fought to control her sobbing and breathing. Gradually she calmed, and she leaned back into the seat. Her hands shook as she lay her head back, closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

She eased the seatback down so that she was partly reclined, and allowed herself to relax. As she felt her breathing calm, her mind began to play back through the events of the evening. She recalled walking in to the bedroom to see her best friends fondling the very fine penis of their bound captive. Oh yes, she’d been quite impressed by him, although admittedly she didn’t have that much experience to draw on. The sight of Sarah sitting on his chest and stroking his shaft whilst Beks fondled his balls turned her n immediately. She hadn’t even realised he’d been bound at that point. But then when Rebekkah had told her how he’d attacked her, she’d been disgusted at herself for being turned on – couldn’t really understand why the girls were playing with him so. She wanted to punish him for what he’d done, what so many men would do – had done to her. But then she recalled watching Sarah smack him with the hairbrush, each hard smack leaving a white oval that flooded pink. Well, now that was a definite turn-on. She would have loved to snatch that brush from her hand and blast his hairy ass herself. She’d played around with spanking of course – so many boys wanted to do it – but this was her first time witnessing the act at first hand, and the first time seeing a boy’s ass up for punishment. She loved watching the brush snap down, the ripple and shudder of his cheeks, his swaying balls as he jerked away – so hot!

She popped the top button of her jeans as she allowed her mind to replay the spanking again and again. Her hand slid inside and downwards. She wriggled her hand down so her finger could slide along her wet groove as she recalled again his rosy, firm buttocks being smacked harder and harder, his bollocks swaying in time and his arse puckering. Oh yes! His arse! She had almost forgotten the sight of his arse plugged up with the ginger as Sarah whipped him with the strap and fingered herself.

‘Oh my God!’ she laughed to herself, ‘I so have to find me a boy to whip!’ Her finger flicked around and over her clit as she replayed her mental movie screen, the strap whipping down across his firm, taught buttocks – only this time it was she holding the strap, and he was begging her for more, his cock hard and hot beneath. And then suddenly the buttocks before her were not male – she was strapping Maggie – that cow who had slapped her and threatened her. YES! She imagined whipping Maggie now, striping her cheeks time and again, fucking her bum with the ginger in between strokes, Maggie panting and crying and groaning. Her fingers flashed quickly as she brought herself closer and closer, all the time picturing Maggie, then Josh under her strap, stroking Josh’s cock then reaming Maggie with the ginger plug. She felt herself climbing, climbing and … and …. release. Her hand slowed, but she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to probe her own bottom, imaging what the ginger might be like. She eased her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her thighs. She slicked her finger in her wetness and slid it further back, teasing at her tight hole beneath. She lifted her buttocks and then popped a finger in and rotated, sliding in and out, in and out. Boyfriends had tried to finger her bum before but she’d always stopped them, fearful of going all the way with anal – it was too scary and it had never really been her thing – but now, having watched Josh being reamed and her imaginings of doing the same to a lush female ass, she was desperate to explore.

With her middle finger she teased her tight bud, popping in and out past the muscle ring. As she did so she slipped her thumb into her pussy, then gently squeezed her thumb and finger together through the thin membrane before sliding her thumb upwards again to her clit. Back and forth she went, revelling in the new sensations until she felt her orgasm rising again. This time she rode her own anal finger as she climbed again, fucking herself as her pleasure ripped through her once more. Drained, she collapsed backwards into the seat, totally spent.

She awoke a while later, shivering in her nakedness now the car had lost its heat. She reached her hands down to grasp her jeans, about to tug them back up her thighs when her crotch was suddenly illuminated by a bright white light, followed by a rap on the window. She turned her face to the light, but it was too bright to see the person beyond. The light moved then, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of Maggie just beyond the glass.

What will Maggie do now? What are Rebekkah and Sarah doing with Josh back at the house? Where is Nanna? So much more to cum …  

Happy New Year

Well here we are again – another year over and a new one just begun. Some winter bums to tide you over the season!

May your ass be warmed to melt the winter’s snow, 

And your bum be spanked to a fiery rosy glow

May your strap be never far from hand

And your bottom be always on demand

 

 

Thank you for your patronage. I will be back with many more stories and poems for 2018 – and hopefully a book or two before year’s end, or it will be my ass on the line (I hope!)

Rebekkah: Pay the Piper 1

I didn’t like the last installment ‘Tide’s Turning 2″ after I re-read, so I edited and extended to this version. I hope you like it. The original story started HERE, and this episode continues from HERE

 

“Maggie!”

“Josh!?”

“Maggie, oh thank God its you! These bitches, they …”

“They what?”

“They …”

Sarah sensed that the situation might quickly slip away from the girls. She quickly grabbed the strap and whipped it hard across Josh’s elevated rump. “They what, Josh?” she said. “They gave you what you deserved, didn’t they Josh? Remember Josh?” She whipped his cheeks again. “Remember what you asked for Josh, when you met Rebekkah?” SNAP! This time the strap cut low and wrapped around the soft flesh at the crease of his buttocks. Josh screamed at the fresh agony to his well-punished rear.

“Cut that out for a minute!” Maggie barked to Sarah. She turned back to Josh and leaned forward. “You have one minute to explain why you are ass-naked and tied to this bed, with this bunch of half-naked whores diddling their clits as you get whipped, wanked and ginger-fucked. And this better be good!”

She stared into Josh’s eyes as his mind raced for an explanation. “I – I can explain,” he stammered.

“Yeah? I’m sure you can, if I give you long enough. But I kinda like you in this position. I should have thought if this long ago. You might as well repay a few debts while you’re in the mood.” She took a step towards the foot of the bed and snatched the strap from Sarah’s hand. She eyed up her target, then returned to stand by Josh’s shoulder.

“This is for hitting on my cousin at Lou’s wedding.” She whipped the strap over her shoulder. Josh screamed as the strap whipped down on his right buttock from top to bottom, the tip biting into the tender strip at the top of his thigh. The girls saw his buttocks ripple with the impact as the leather bit deeply, then slid away, the white imprint quickly flooding with red as blood flooded the area once more.

“This one is for Karen. She told me all about the dick who tried to pick her up. Didn’t know she was a cop too, did you?” The strap whipped down on his other cheek. Josh was whimpering now.

“And this one? This is for this whole scene! This one takes the biscuit Josh! We are so through, and I guarantee, you will not be thinking about fucking anyone for a while!” She whipped back the strap and aimed dead centre. The strap snapped down the length of his cleft. The tip curled under the curve of his cheeks to plant its fiery kiss on Josh’s sac. The yowl of anguish was deafening as he slumped forward, sobbing into the pillows.

The strap hung then. Maggie give Josh one final, disdainful stare and turned her murderous glare to the three girls. “You whores! You evil, selfish, perverted whores! You just can’t keep your hands off a man, or each other, can you?”

The trio stood with mouths agape at what they’d just witnessed. Maggie stepped away from the bed and up to the girls, now grouped together for support. Sarah and Rebekkah tried to cover their nakedness, feeling vulnerably exposed in the suddenly charged atmosphere in the room. Josh, now forgotten, moaned and sobbed softly on the bed.

“Now then, ladies,” Maggie swung the strap against her palm as she spoke, “I think it’s time to pay the piper. You’ve had your fun with my man. He’s yours now. He’s a half-decent fuck, or he was at least. Maybe one of you can suck his bollocks back down and give him a trial run? Although, I suppose you already all did that, did you? How did it go then?” she pointed to Rebekkah, “You’re a cocksucker, I know that, so I bet you sucked his nuts while …” Maggie looked around, eyes resting on Sarah … “While you rode his dick, and you …” she stepped up to Adriana, “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you were sat on his face, rubbing your cunt up and down his bristles. Did he lick your ass? He likes that. Bit of an ass man is Josh. He’s tried to fuck my bum so many times I think he’s a closet queer. You probably made his night when you gingered his arse.” Maggie snorted a sarcastic laugh at her own joke.

The girls just stood, transfixed by this menacing woman in uniform, swinging the thick leather strap hypnotically. Adriana was on the verge of tears and the other two just clung together for security. “Well anyway, I’m sure you all got a nice taste of each other and Josh. No point denying it, from what I can see. But there is a price. There’s always a price.”

Adriana started to sob. “I had nothing to do with any of this,” she cried. “They called me, told me to come over. I’d only just got here when you arrived!” she was raising her voice now, adrenalin getting the better of her. “I had no part in getting him in here. He was already tied up when I got here. They were both playing with him, teasing him, wanking him. They were the ones getting off on this, not me. You saw them both, frigging as they played with him. And they told me he tried to rape Beks, that’s wy they had him here. That’s the only reason I stayed, to give him a taste of his own medicine. If I’d known they’d picked him up in a bar I’d never have come.”

Maggie stared as Ariana spilled her words. “Okay! New story. So, either we have a cat house here, with you two – or three – soliciting this piece of shit, or we have a little posse of vigilantes taking the law into their own hands, dealing out some street justice to a perverted little fucker. Now I might have some sympathy with the latter. Too many men think women are easy prey, after all. But you crossed the line when you started getting off on this. Kinda makes you just as guilty as him, don’t you think?”

The girls glanced at each other, unsure which path to follow and the consequences they might face. Maggie watched their sidelong glances, each trying to read the others’ faces, each trying to figure out their version of events. Finally she’d had enough. “Okay ladies. Here’s the deal. Clearly, you are all guilty of something, even if that’s only that you are all skanks. Now, you may be whores or heroes, I don’t give a shit which at this point. Not when I come into a room and find her …” she glared at Rebekkah “… playing around with my man – again!” The others glanced sidelong at Rebekkah. When this was all over they would certainly be getting those juicy details out of her, one way or another. Maggie interrupted their thoughts.

Maggie was slowly pacing the room. “So,” she said, “I think we can solve this between ourselves, don’t you? Balance the books, so to speak. I can see him trying something on more so than actually soliciting this, from what I know of him. So, if that’s the case the strapping seems a fair price to pay. Gives him something to remember next time his brains are in his dick. But you overstepped the mark when you started using his body for your own gratification. Don’t you agree?”

Adriana flared up. “Hang on, you can’t just walk in here and judge us all! You have no idea what led to this. He tried to rape Rebekkah. And he is your boyfriend! You were happy enough to whip his arse a minute ago!” She was up in Maggie’s face now, so she didn’t see the blur as Maggie whipped her hand across her cheek. The slap echoed and Adriana cried out in shocked surprise.

“Yes! I whipped his arse, and I’ll do it again. I already said I agreed with that!. But do you see me reaming his arse with ginger? Have I dropped my knickers so I can frig myself?” Maggie yelled, right in Adriana’s face. “Look around! Your friends are half-naked, they were playing with themselves when I walked in, and they have a bound, naked, beaten and abused captive – and you were barring my way in here, which tells me you knew ust what was going on. You could have been at it just like them , and you’d just dragged those pants on to go outside. Maybe you’re knickerless under there too. Maybe your pussy is dripping just like theirs, or maybe you just didn’t get your turn yet. How do I know?” Maggie paused for breath, still fuming. She paced the room as the girls watched, transfixed.

“You know, I can just call this in, get a few cars out here. I know a couple of the guys who would love that. They would be all over the three of you. Maybe they’d like to play cat and mouse too. And you know reporters are always tracking police radio. Wouldn’t be any time at all before there was a news van outside, and your pictures all over the evening news.” She let the words sink home. “Or, we can resolve this between ourselves, right now.” She looked into each face in turn. “Well?”

Rebekkah could see how upset Adriana was. She wanted to get her friend away from all this – she was the least involved, after all. Her mind raced with a plan. She stepped forward, between Maggie and the bed, forcing Maggie to turn her back to the door.

“Look, maybe we went too far, but he started all of this,” she pleaded, “But Adriana didn’t do anything. She didn’t know what was going on ‘til she got here.” All the while her eyes flicked across to Adriana, willing her to dash for the door and freedom. Maggie realised what she was trying to do. She nudged Adriana and flicked her head to the door. She then stepped up alongside Rebekkah, tugged her t-shirt over her head, popped her bra clasp and stood stark naked, staring defiantly at Maggie.

“Okay, let’s ‘resolve’ this, right now,” she said, eyes locked with Maggie. The other woman slowly looked her up and down. Sarah saw the smile flickering round the corners of her mouth as she took in her soft curves, firm tits and smooth mound. She knew then she had read Maggie right. She changed her tone, toning down her defiance.

“Okay, we were wrong, we know that, But surely there’s a way round this, one girl to another? There must be something we can do to mmake up for this, make up for what he did to you too?” she acknowledged the quietly sobbing form still bound to the bed. “We … we could … find a way?” As she spoke, her hand gently grazed her own breast and tracked down towards her mound. Maggie’s eyes followed her track intently. Sarah could see Adriana over Maggie’s shoulder, creeping towards the door and out of the room.

Maggie dragged her eyes away from Sarah’s magnificence to Rebekkah. “Well, princess, what do you say? Do you want to solve this, like your friend here, hmmm? Why don’t we see what you’re hiding under that baggy top.”

Determined to give her friend more time to get away, Rebekkah slowly eased up her sweat top. She heard the faint click of the outside door, and she knew Adriana was outside now. Committed now, she dragged the top up and over her head, leaving herself naked. Maggie eyed her small, pert breasts.

“Not much to look at, are you? I don’t know what you have over men. Must be that over-worked mouth of yours.” Rebekkah dropped her head to avoid her stare. Maggie grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Sweet Pea, this day has been coming for a long time. Don’t try playing little miss innocent with me!” As she spoke she thrust her hand between Rebekkah’s legs. Her fingers came away wet, and she wiped them over Rebekkah’s cheek. “Not much innocence there, is there?” she spat.

“And what about you,” Maggie called over her shoulder. “Are you joining in now, too?” She turned to see an empty room. Just then a car started up and raced away. Maggie turned back to the naked pair, furious at the deception.

“Just let her go,” Rebekkah begged. “She just got here, she didn’t do anything. This is all on me.”

“On us,” Sarah jumped in. “I was the one playing with him, not her.”

“Oh stop!” Maggie cried, “You are both guilty as Hell of being horny little bitches. Maybe he tried it on, maybe you wanted it, who gives a fuck now?” Glancing around she saw the crop discarded on the floor where Adriana had dropped it as she entered the room earlier. She snatched it up.

“I can’t stay here all night, so let’s get this done. You …” she pointed the crop at Sarah, “Get over the back of that sofa, now!” Sarah hesitated, suddenly afraid. Maggie slashed the crop across her breasts and Sarah cried out. “NOW!”

Sarah shot forward then, and bent over the back of the Chesterfield, placing her palms on the seat. Maggie whipped her once and Sarah yelped. “Higher!” she ordered. Sarah shuffled further forward so that her legs stretched to touch the floor and her bottom perched high on the seat back. Maggie tapped the crop firmly between her thighs until she parted her feet, exposing her pussy fully to Maggie and Rebekkah. Maggie murmured something, and then whipped the crop down across the crown of the proffered buttocks. Sarah yelped but held position. Maggie swung again, lower this time. The crop bit deeply and Sarah cried out. Behind her, Rebekkah could see the white line suffuse with red, and she felt herself get wet again at the sight of the beating.

Maggie got into stride and whipped Sarah relentlessly until her buttocks were a mass of red lines and Sarah was sobbing deeply. Panting, she stepped back. She threw down the crop, her anger and frustration abated by the action, and stepped backwards, then out of the door. Rebekkah stood, stunned, as she heard the car start up and speed away. She steped over to the sofa now. Sarah still lay over the back, not yet able to move. Rebekkah stepped behind her and gently fingered the vivid, angry wheals criss-crossing her friend’s perfect buttocks. She stroke her gently, then dipped between her legs to cup her sex. She fingered her friend as she reached between her own legs, bringing them both to a shuddering orgasm in moments.

As she recovered from the both the beating and the after-care, Sarah eased up and into Rebekkah’s arms. “Should have been me,” Rebekkah whispered, as she hugged her friend.

“Oh don’t worry, Sarah whispered back, “You will get yours soon my sweet, rest assured. But first, let’s get rid of the baggage over there. I think he’s paid his dues.”

 

… continued

Rebekkah : Tide’s Turning part 2

Continued from Tide’s Turning. To go back to the beginning of the story, click HERE

“Maggie!”

“Josh!?”

“Maggie, oh thank God its you! These bitches, they …”

“They what?”

“They …”

Sarah sensed that the situation might quickly slip away from the girls. She quickly grabbed the strap and whipped it hard across Josh’s elevated rump. “They what, Josh?” she said. “They gave you what you deserved, didn’t they Josh? Remember Josh?” She whipped his cheeks again. “Remember what you asked for Josh, when you met Rebekkah?” SNAP! This time the strap cut low and wrapped around the soft flesh at the crease of his buttocks. Josh screamed at the fresh agony to his well-punished rear.

“Cut that out for a minute!” Maggie barked to Sarah. She turned back to Josh and leaned forward. “You have one minute to explain why you are ass-naked and tied to this bed, with this bunch of half-naked whores diddling their clits as you get whipped, wanked and ginger-fucked. And this better be good!”

She stared into Josh’s eyes as his mind raced for an explanation. “I – I can explain,” he stammered.

“Yeah? I’m sure you can, if I give you long enough. But I kinda like you in this position. I should have thought if this long ago. You might as well repay a few debts while you’re in the mood.” She took a step towards the foot of the bed and snatched the strap from Sarah’s hand. She eyed up her target, then returned to stand by Josh’s shoulder.

“This is for hitting on my cousin at Lou’s wedding.” She whipped the strap over her shoulder. Josh screamed as the strap whipped down on his right buttock from top to bottom, the tip biting into the tender strip at the top of his thigh. The girls saw his buttocks ripple with the impact as the leather bit deeply, then slid away, the white imprint quickly flooding with red as blood flooded the area once more.

“This one is for Karen. She told me all about the dick who tried to pick her up. Didn’t know she was a cop too, did you?” The strap whipped down on his other cheek. Josh was whimpering now.

“And this one? This is for this whole scene! This one takes the biscuit Josh! We are so through, and I guarantee, you will not be fucking any more bitch whores for a while!” She whipped back the strap and aimed dead centre. The strap snapped down the length of his cleft. The tip curled under the curve of his cheeks to plant it’s fiery kiss on Josh’s sac. The yowl of anguish was deafening as he slumped forward, sobbing into the pillows.

The strap hung then. Maggie give Josh one final, disdainful stare and turned her murderous glare to the three girls. “You whores! You evil, selfish, perverted whores! You just can’t keep your hands off a man, or each other, can you?”

The trio stood with mouths agape at what they’d just witnessed. Maggie stepped away from the bed and up to the girls, now grouped together for support. Sarah and Rebekkah tried to cover their nakedness, feeling vulnerably exposed in the suddenly charged atmosphere in the room. Josh, now forgotten, moaned and sobbed softly on the bed.

“Now then, ladies,” Maggie swung the strap against her palm as she spoke, “I think it’s time to pay the piper. You’ve had your fun with my man. He’s yours now. He’s a half-decent fuck, or he was at least. Maybe one of you can suck his bollocks back down and give him a trial run? Although, I suppose you already all did that, did you? How did it go then?” she pointed to Rebekkah, “You’re a cocksucker, I know that, so I bet you sucked his nuts while …” Maggie looked around, eyes resting on Sarah … “While you rode his dick, and you …” she stepped up to Adriana, “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you were sat on his face, rubbing your cunt up and down his bristles. Did he lick your ass? He likes that. Bit of an ass man is Josh. He’s tried to fuck my bum so many times I think he’s a closet queer. You probably made his night when you gingered his arse.” Maggie snorted a sarcastic laugh at her own joke.

The girls just stood, transfixed by this menacing woman in uniform, swinging the thick leather strap hypnotically. Adriana was on the verge of tears and the other two just clung together for security. “Well anyway, I’m sure you all got a nice taste of each other and Josh. No point denying it, from what I can see. But there is a price. There’s always a price.”

Adriana sobbed. “I had nothing to do with any of this,” she cried. “They called me, told me to come over. I’d only just got here when you arrived!” she was raising her voice now, adrenalin getting the better of her. “I had no part in getting him in here. He was already tie up when I got here. They were both playing with him, teasing him, wanking him. They were the ones getting off on this, not me. You saw them both, frigging as they played with him. And they told me he tried to rape Beks. That’s the only reason I stayed, to give him a taste of his own medicine. If I’d known they’d picked him up in a bar I’d never have come.”

Maggie stared as Ariana spilled her words. Adriana suddenly realised what she’d said, what that might mean to them all. Torrid sex was one thing, but kidnap, forced confinement and sexual torture was quite another, even if there was just cause. Maggie shook her head, trying to make sense of things. Finally she spoke.

“Okay, so we either have a cat house here, with you two – three – soliciting this piece of shit, or we have a little posse of vigilantes taking the law into their own hands, and dealing out some street justice to a perverted little fucker. Now I might have some sympathy with the latter. Too many men think women are easy prey, but I think you crossed the line when you started getting off on this. Kinda makes you just as guilty, don’t you think?”

The girls glanced at each other, unsure which path to follow and the consequences they might face. Maggie watched their sidelong glances, each trying to read the others’ faces, each trying to figure out their version of events. Finally she’d had enough. “Okay ladies. Here’s the deal. Clearly, you are all guilty of something, even if that’s only that you are all skanks. Now, you may be whores or heroes, and I don’t really give a shit which at this point. Not when I come into a room and find her …” she glared at Rebekkah “…half-naked with my man – again!” The others glanced sidelong at Rebekkah. When this was all over they would certainly be getting those juicy details out of her, one way or another. Maggie interrupted their thoughts.

Maggie was slowly pacing the room. “So,” she said, “I think we can solve this between ourselves, if you’re all agreeable. Balance the books, so to speak?” The way she said the words left no doubt that there was no other option on the table. Reluctantly the girls all nodded their assent.

“Okay. So, first things first, let’s level the playing field. He’s naked, and two of you might as well be, so let’s have all of you out of your clothes.”

The three girls stared at each other and then at Maggie. She stood, cross-armed with the leather strap dangling. “You can’t do this!” Adriana yelled. Maggie’s palm flashed across her cheek.

“And who are you to argue?” yelled Maggie, right in Adriana’s face. “I could call this in, get a few cars out here and have you tell them your story, if you prefer, see what they make of this little cat house. I know a couple of the guys who would love that, would be all over you three. Very handy, they are. Maybe they’d like to play cat and mouse too? And then there’s always the police radio. Reporters are always tracking that. Wouldn’t be any time at all before there was a news van outside, and your pictures all over the evening news.” She let the words sink home. “Or, we can resolve this between the five of us, right now, no repercussions. Now – I will count to five, and if you are not each stripped naked as the day you were first fucked, you will see your names in lights ladies, I guarantee it.”

Sarah was first to act. She tugged her short over her head, popped her bra clasp and stood stark naked, staring defiantly at Maggie. Maggie slowly looked her up and down. She smiled as she took in her smooth mound and firm tits, nodding in satisfaction. She turned to Rebekkah. “Okay princess, you next. Not much left to strip away anyway.”

Rebekkah coloured as red as her hair as she shucked off her sweat top. Bra-less beneath, she was now naked. Maggie eyed her small, pert breasts. “Not much to look at, are you? I don’t know what you have over the guys. Must just be that over-worked mouth of yours.” Rebekkah dropped her head to avoid her stare. Maggie grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Sweet Pea, this day has been coming for a long time. Don’t try playing little miss innocent with me!” As she spoke she thrust her hand between Rebekkah’s legs. Her fingers came away wet, and she wiped them over Rebekkah’s cheek. “Not much innocence there, is there?” she spat.

Maggie moved over to Adriana, the only one fully clothed. Her cheek still flamed from Maggie’s strike. “Okay – your turn.”

Adriana pleaded, “Please don’t. I had no part of this, you have to believe me!”

“She’s right,” said Rebekkah. “She just got here, she didn’t do anything. It’s all me.”

Maggie turned, “Well, not quite ‘all you’ since your friend there was the one ramming ginger up his ass and leathering him, but legally, she’s still an accessory.” She paused, “But maybe we can cut a deal.”

She spoke to Adriana. “If you are so innocent, and you say you’ve been set up, then you can be the one to administer justice to your friends here. Do it right, you escape. Let them off lightly and you pay the same price, plus theirs. Deal?”

Adriana looked from Maggie to Sarah and Rebekkah. The other two girls gave the slightest nods to indicate their support. The looked up into Maggie’s face. “Deal.”

… continued

… so what will Adriana need to do to avoid Maggie’s wrath? Let me know your storyline ideas!

Rebekkah’s Revenge: Tide’s Turning

Adriana was digging through the assorted tack items in the trunk of Sarah’s car, searching for the thick leather saddle straps. The trunk light was out, so she used her cell phone flashlight. She reached deep inside to pull a bag forwards. As she did so, her world became bathed in blue light. She pulled back and turned. A police car had pulled up and the driver was getting out.

The driver called out. “Excuse me, Miss. Sorry to trouble you but there was a report of a house alarm just down the lane.”

Adriana put her hand to her eyes to block the glare from the vehicle headlights. “Oh? I just arrived. Sorry. Didn’t hear anything though.” As Adriana spoke the driver moved forward. Adriana thought she recognised the female officer. “Maggie? Is that you? I didn’t know you were back in town. Last I heard you were working in the city.”

“Adriana? Oh my God! Yeah, I moved back here a few months back. Had a bad experience too many in the city so I asked for a posting back here. Do you live out here now? You were down by the station last time I was here.”

“No, I’m still there. This is Bek’s parents house – Rebekkah Redmoor? You remember her from High School?”

“Yeah – yeah I knew her. At least, I did until she stole Marty from me. Three years we’d been together and then at Prom he dropped me for the Prom Queen. Bitch! She must have sucked dick like a vacuum – that was the only thing he ever wanted.”

Adriana squirmed. “Yeah, ah … well this is awkward!” she laughed nervously.

“Ah well. Water under the bridge. Plenty of fish in the sea, eh? I got a new guy now, a builder. Just moved here from Springvale. He’s been picking up some extra work to save up for our wedding.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Adriana replied disingenuously. “Brrrr …” She flapped her arms around herself. “Pretty chilly out here. I should get back inside.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Nice to see you again. But I will need to speak with the owners. Are they home? The alarm company gave this address as the emergency contact.”

“No, they’re away.” Adriana thought fast. “We’re having a girl’s night to keep Bek’s company.”

“Ah. Well this is awkward. Guess I get to see the Cocksucking Queen again after all. I’ll just come in with you, get this over with quicly for all our sakes.” Maggie stepped away from the car and towards the basement door. Adriana shot forward and stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“NO!” she cried, “I mean, they’re not decent. They …” she thought quickly … “They are taking a shower.”

“They? ‘They’ are taking a shower? Together? What is this, a little lesbian love-in? Did Miss Cocksucker switch sides?”

Adriana flushed. “No, I didn’t mean that,” she stammered. “I mean, she is taking a shower. Sarah is not. She’s watching TV.”

“Well I can come in and wait. Not standing out here in the snow waiting for the Princess to dry her self. Can’t take that long to shower, can it?” She side-stepped past Adriana. Her hand was on the handle. Adriana panicked and grabbed at her arm. Maggie stared down at her hand on her sleeve and then deep into Adriana’s eyes.

“You do realise you just assaulted an officer?” she said, pulling Adriana’s hand off her. “Now, let’s just get this over with for all our sakes, shall we? Friggin’ false alarms wasting my time!” She swung the door open and stepped inside.

***

Sarah was slumped over the bed, recovering from her latest orgasm. Rebekkah knelt on the floor, exhausted. Their captive lay on the bed, moaning and cursing as the ginger root continued to burn his anal passage. His bum cheeks were purple from his strapping, and his limp cock drooled cum. Officer Maggie stood open-mouthed at the bedroom door and took in the scene of debauchery. Adriana burst in behind her. Her eyes flashed from Sarah to the ginger to Rebekkah and then to Maggie. She dropped to her knees.

Maggie was first to speak. “Well then. What exactly is going on here?” She directed the question to the room in general.

Hearing a new voice, the captive shouted out. “Get this thing out of my arse! I’m on fire!” he cried. Sarah reacted first and plucked the root out. He pushed his hips backwards to ease the burn. The others watched in morbid fascination as his anus twitched and puckered with a life of its own as he fought the burning fires within. His moans punctuated the silence.

Finally Rebekkah spoke. “It’s not what you think,” she started, glancing only as far as the black boots of the officer.

Maggie cut her off. “How is it ‘not what I think?’ I see a man, tied to the bed, gingered, wanked and whipped by the look of it, and two whores diddling. What is it I’m missing here, exactly? Pretty much standard fare for a Redmoor, I’m guessing. So, is he paying you? If he is then this is a brothel and you three are all fucked, even more so than this poor fucker!”

Rebekkah fumed at the insult. She leapt to her feet, her own nudity forgotten in her anger. “Who the fuck do you think you are, storming into a private house and making your judgments?” she shouted. As she spat out the words her brain registered what her eyes were seeing, and the shock of recognition hit her.

“Yeah,” smirked Maggie, “All coming back now is it, bitch!” She spat the words out as she stepped forward, inches from Rebekkah. She looked down on the redhead. She spoke in a whisper now. “So, let’s try this again, shall we? Question One. Who. The fuck. Is tied to the bed?”

Rebekkah stammered. “I, I don’t know his name. He … he …”

“… I picked him up. Tonight, at The WhistleStop,” Sarah declared. “Long story short, he said he wanted it rough, wanted – well – this.” She grabbed the hairbrush and slapped his cheek firmly. The man yelped, “Fuck! Enough already you bitch! Let me go!” With his head thrust low by his bindings and his cheeks elevated by the cushions, he couldn’t see behind him. He had no idea who was staring at his naked and exposed rear.

“It’s all a game,” Sarah said, whacking him again. “He knows the more he abuses me, the more I abuse him. It’s what he asked for. If he wants to stop he has his safe word.” She smacked him again. “Don’t you?” she said to the man, “Remember? What we agreed? Remember what Beks has?” She punctuated her words with more swats from the brush, so that his cheeks were now glowing red once more. He cried out, “Ahhh, Yes, Yes I asked for this, Yes, Yes!! Just stop for a minute, please …”

Maggie stared at the reddening cheeks as Sarah spanked him. Rebekkah had inched back to the chair in the corner. Adriana had moved back to the door, desperate to distance herself from this mayhem. It was she who broke the spell. “I’m just going to slip out, if that’s alright. I’m not really part of all this.” She turned to open the door. Maggie spoke then. “Not so fast. No one leaves until I say so. I’m not buying this story.” She spoke to Sarah, “Get off the bed, and drop the brush.”

As Sarah stepped down, Maggie moved to the side of the bed. She took out her flashlight to see his features in the dim light. As the beam hit his face she dropped the light and screamed.

Rebekkah’s Revenge (4)

Part 3 is HERE. The story began HERErawroot31.

Rebekkah returned with two items in hand. She paused at the doorway, taking in the sight before her. Sarah sat astride the man’s back with her hand between her legs, rubbing furiously. His buttocks sported two deep red bullseyes, one on each cheek, surrounded by a mass of red splotches covering the entire surface of his buttocks and upper thighs. She watched Sarah stiffen, tense and then slump as she brought herself off. Her head snapped back as Rebekkah spoke.

“I wondered when you’d give in,” she smiled. “I’m pretty horny myself, now we’re in charge.” She threw the two items she’s brought with her onto the bed. “Here, give him some more while I watch.” As she spoke she tugged her jogging pants and knickers off. Her hand slid down her belly towards her sex as Sarah reached forward for the items on the bed.  She picked up a heavy leather strap with a wooden handle, and a carved root. She took in the scent and looked up quizzically.

“Figging,” Rebekkah said, sliding to her knees as her hand dipped beneath. “Push it up his bum. It burns like fuck, especially if he clenches. Makes the strapping burn all the more.”

The strap hung in Sarah’s hand. “Do you wanna tell me how you know all this?” she asked. “And why am I only now fidning out about this side of you?”

“Later,” gasped Rebekkah as her fingers continued to strum. “Just … just do it … NOW.”

“Oh girl, we are going to have a long, long talk later. I can’t believe you’ve not shared this kink with me before.” She turned back to the bed and to her captive. As her hand touched his punished cheeks, he squeezed his buttocks tightly.

“You are not shoving anything up my arse, you witch!” he shouted.

“Oh come on now,” Sarah crooned. “You studs are always trying to fuck us up the bum. Time for a little table turning is all. Now, ease open. It won’t hurt a bit. Isn’t that what you guys tell us?” She smirked over at Rebekkah, now slowly twirling her fingers between her legs, holding herself close to orgasm.

Sarah reached between the man’s legs and took hold of his dangling sac. “You have two choices. You can open up now and take your medicine, or I can smack these nuts with my hairbrush, and then you can open up. Your choice.” She gave him a quick squeeze to emphasise his predicament. He gasped, then reluctantly relaxed his cheeks. Sarah quickly lubricated the root with some spit and slipped the thumb-sized shaft deep into his rectum. She rotated it a couple of times to spread the ginger around his sensitive flesh. After just a few seconds he cried out.

“Fuck! That burns! Oh fuck, take it out, take it out!” His cheeks jerked and bounced as he tried to dislodge the root.

“Okay, now give him the strap,” Rebekkah growled hoarsely, her eyes almost demonic, as her fingers flicked and probed her sex.

Sarah took up the strap, marked her aim and pulled her arm back. She whipped it forward and connected with the man’s punished flesh. The blow was like a gunshot. He jerked forward, clenching his cheeks against the pain, thus squeezing the ginger root deep within his hole. He yelped again as the burn intensified. A red rectangle marked the blow, with a crimson line on his right cheek where the strap had wrapped around.

“Again!” cried Rebekkah. Sarah did not need the instruction however. The strap was already flying towards its target. The leather kissed his cheeks savagely. He roared again, but this time tried to avoid intensifying the burning ginger. His cheeks twitched as he fought to control the pain. Sarah lashed him again and this time it was Rebekkah who cried first, rushing over the edge of her own orgasm as the man twitched and writhed in his own orgy of pain and fire.

Sarah looked from the man to Rebekkah, her own breath ragged from exhilaration. Her eyes shone as she eyed the crimson cheeks aflame. She whipped him another three times and then dropped the strap. Her hand roved over his burning flesh, then beneath to his sac and shrivelled member. With deft fingers she quickly eased life back into his flesh. With him erect she tugged him as if milking a cow, at the same time fucking his ass with the ginger. She rammed the ginger home once more, to free a hand for her own pleasure. As she stroke his solid shaft she teased her cunt once more, probing deeply and then sliding forwards to circle her clit, riding her fingers to another crashing orgasm as she jerked a third load from her bound captive.

To be continued …