“So it’s been a while, make it worth your drive here, Gerald.”
“Oh I will,” he sat down on the stool conveniently left in the garage, swung her over his knee and brought his hand down hard on her left cheek. Tammy clenched her teeth, felt the other cheek spanked equally hard, settled down, knowing this was indeed a dominant with experience, and sighed. What will I be like at the end of the session? But does it matter? Asked another part of her mind. Just enjoy!
Was that me or Annie - and the spanking took over, filling her with pain, hard resounding smacks covering her small cheeks, feeling them bounce under his hand, feeling the briefs begin to strain as the flesh swelled, felt herself go red and burn, felt the surging of emotion through her as she anticipated his hardness his firmness his confident spanking.
It seemed to last forever, yet when she finally stood up, burning and hurting, clutching both cheeks in both hands, it seemed no time at all.
Indeed, when they went back into the lounge everyone was in exactly the same place as before, except Annie had gone to the kitchen to get dinner under way.
Tammy stood a little shakily in the doorway.
“Who wants to go next? And then, if you don’t mind, I’d rather wait until after dinner for the next session.”
She wondered if anyone had noticed her small scared voice had gone away, replaced by a stronger more assertive one.
David pushed forward, putting his sherry glass down.
“We decided while you were gone it would be me.” His voice was thick with lust, and Tammy took a moment to wonder why Gerald hadn’t wanted to fuck her as well. The spanking appeared to be enough for him, he was growing with satisfaction.
“Good, was it?” Someone asked as she left with David close behind her, feeling his eyes on her bottom, as if he could see through the red to the red.
David too screwed up his nose at the garage, Tammy again reiterated its sound proof qualities, and then smiled.
David looked at her. “Fine by me. What do you like then, young lady?”
“I like you to tell me what to do and what you want to do and then to do it,” she answered, supremely confident, wondering just how much of a dominant he was that he had to ask.
“Well, my decision might be different.” He pulled a small plaited whip from his pocket. “Seen or had one of these before?”
“Sure.” Tammy pretended indifference, trying to control the sharp intake of breath, plaited whips hurt like hell. Maybe he wouldn’t do too much.
David spied the hook in the overhead beam, smiled and then laughed. “Now I see why we come out here” Strip off.”
Tammy obediently took off her red dress and hung it carefully on a hook away from the oil and grease. David picked up a rope from the bench, wound it round her wrists and hung her from the hook. As Tammy turned round on the hook before him, he slapped at the already reddened buttocks.
“Did a good job, didn’t he? I’m going for another part of you,” and he lashed out with the whip, catching her diagonally across her back, shoulder to waist. Tammy screeched and screwed up her eyes, hoping she wouldn’t cry and destroy her make-up. The whip landed again, across her back this time, another line of fire that shrieked through her body.
“Twelve, is that all right?” But he didn’t wait for an answer, his arm was strong, his aim perfect, another ten times the whip lashed out, catching Tammy clear across her back, never touching her hips, never coming near her breasts, a true master of the whip.
He let her hang there, admiring the red lines scored across her white skin, admired the redness still evident from her spanking, undid the rope and let her down.
“Suck me off,” he ordered, and Tammy knelt at his feet, willingly.
Dinner was an elegant affair, Annie had done miracles with a few choice vegetables, with the roast so finely cooked it was near perfect, a gravy which poured rich from the jug. Mother’s teaching had not been wasted. Everyone praised her cooking, everyone looked at Tammy whose eyes glittered with pent emotions in the rich glow of the candlelight. She sat very still, despite her aches, despite the twelve neat lines of pain writing their way across her back. Annie had been with her during every single lash, she had experienced every one, every bite of leather on skin, and she knew it. The men didn’t, it was a secret they shared, one never to be shared with others.
Dinner was her breathing space, her chance to recover from their ministrations before three more men took her one at the time, to the lonely garage where rust waited, where oil waited, where pain waited, and -
Satisfaction waited.
Jerry took her first after dinner, pulling a flexible tawse from his pocket, a thick band of pain that repeated itself over and over, like a copying machine, laid on harder than anyone had tawsed her before, and it delighted her while she screamed her agony.
Don, used a cane, taken from the boot of his car, caned her hard and slow, bent over the stool on which others had sat, twelve deliberate cuts with the cane over the spanking and tawsing she had taken. Pain indescribable.
William wanted her to parade herself around the garage. She did, displaying her wounds, her bruised flesh, her rope burned wrists, while her white clear tights twinkled at him. She stood before him, waiting for his verdict, saw the tiny strap which he pulled out, knew this would be different and more painful, and it was.
William bent her backwards over the stool and used the strap between her legs.
Then he used it on her thighs, both front and back until she screamed in agony.
The last car left the drive. Annie closed the front door, locked and bolted it and came back to the lounge where Tammy was lying full length on the settee, exhausted and almost asleep.
“Brilliant stuff, kiddo, how many times did you come?”
“Lost count.” Tammy spoke through the thick surges of sleep threatening to overtake her.
Annie sat on the arm of the settee and touched her twin’s face.
“You were just brilliant, you know that? I had a wonderful time, but those men! Wimps the lot of them! A real disappointment, I thought we picked some good ones, but not one was stronger than me!”
“How strong are you, Annie?”
“Strong enough to say - go out in the garden, find a worm and eat it.”
“Annie, not again!” Tammy was totally dismayed, feeling sick at the very thought of it.
Annie stared at her. “Disobeying me, are you?”
“No, I -”
“Then go.”
Tammy got up on weary shaking legs, stumbled across the lounge carpet, put on her high heeled shoes and went out on to the patio, feeling the dark reach out to caress her arms and aching body. Annie was close behind her, smiling so brightly, so viciously, the moon could not outdo her.
Then she began to sing in a low but strong voice.
“Nobody loves me,
Everyone hates me,
I think I’ll go and eat worms!”
Tammy swung round, anger fuelling through her, touching every nerve which had been excited and hurt by the men.
“I hate you!” She snatched off a shoe and threw it.
Chapter Thirty Nine
Q. What happened then, Tammy?
A. Well, believe it or not, the doorbell rang. I walked barefoot over the patio, over Annie lying there with the shoe sticking out of her face, and went to open the door. I had to unlock and unbolt and by the time I got it open, some minutes had gone by! Or it seemed like that. It was Poor Phil, he looked terrible.
Q. What did he want?
A. Well, me actually! But after the evening I was in no shape to see him or anyone. So to stop him going on about how much he needed me and could he please just spank me just once. I led him protesting his love for me and arguing about his need into the lounge and out on to the patio. And h
e saw Annie and began to shriek like a woman. God, what did Phyl see in that man!
Q. And he called the police.
A. Yes, he did, when he got himself together. I just sort of collapsed on the settee and stayed there.
Q. You do realise it was death by misadventure, don’t you?
A. I know I couldn’t have known the shoe would go into her eye like that, could I? I mean, I knew they were sharp high heels but not that sharp, it was one of those things she was closer than I realised, and I threw it with more strength than I realised, and -
Q. What really happened, Tammy?
A. What really happened was I thought she was some distance away from me so I threw the damn thing, but she was right behind me, so what I thought was a throw was a direct hit into her face. The stiletto heel went right into her eye. You have to understand this, Annie was always with me, her voice in my head, her singing her direct words, whatever, I never really knew if she was away from me or close to me because she was always there. Sometimes we spoke without words, - I had left her inside the patio doors. I was sick to my stomach at the thought of another worm, the dirt, the slimy body the sensation of it going down, I was about to be sick before I even ate the thing, and there she was singing to me about eating worms - I snapped, that’s all. But I honestly didn’t hear her walk toward me, come up behind me, I never realised she was that close. Trouble, is, I believe I’ve only done what so many would have liked to have done, Mrs Gibling for one, Alfred Wrayland for another, Danny had he lived, Mark, Niall, Phil even - they all knew one way or another that Annie had destroyed their lives, changed them forever. Just as she did me.
Q. This might seem silly but was there a - last thought from Annie?
A. Yes. How did you know that? She thought ‘you really did it, kiddo, the biggest punishment they could have!’ and then it all went black.
Q. How do you feel now, Tammy?
A. Free.
Q. And?
A. Lonely. I miss her. She’s gone, there’s no voices, no thoughts, no songs, no sensations, no nothing. I feel empty. And - guilty as hell. Because I did hate her so much in that moment, every part of me hated her there I was, hurting all over, dying for sleep, satiated with emotion, and she had to go and spoil it with that damn silly worm song! If she’d not done that I think I’d have found the damn worm and eaten it, just as I did before!! But no, Annie had to go and spoil it, didn’t she? As always!
Q. You still hate her that much?
A. I hated her then, I miss her now.
Q. Where do we go from here?
A. Well, as you’re here, and we’re alone, could you I mean would you - discipline me? Punish me? Hard? I mean, I’ve been such a naughty girl.
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