by Penny Birch
I’d never seen anything so funny. However tough she was now, she had been the wettest, most girly twelve-year-old I’ve ever come across, and every photo showed it. Not to pinch one would have been a crime. I chose a small one, in the hope she wouldn’t notice, slipping it up my top. It was a goodie, small or not, showing her in some sort of fancy dress competition, in a pink and white fairy costume, complete with wings and a little pink wand with a star on the end.
I found her gear the next go, in the drawer below, which really brought home the contrast. To change from wet little girl to hardcore diesel dyke was quite a rebellion, but then it wasn’t so very different from what had happened to me, just more extreme. As I selected a huge black tawse from among her selection of punishment implements I was wondering if it wasn’t precisely because her parents had made her so girlie that she had ended up so butch.
My mouth was set in a huge grin as I ran back down stairs, and it got bigger as I saw what Andrea had done to Sam and Naomi. They were on the floor, tied up in the nude, their hands lashed behind their backs, their ankles bound together and their legs tucked up to their thighs. Some people make the mistake of tying girls’ ankles to their wrists, which obstructs their bums. Not Andrea, she’d put them in loops, from their wrists to the back of their knees, leaving their pussies sticking out, their boobs and bums clear for smacking and just enough slack to thrash a little. Both had their panties stuffed into their mouths, each with a scrap of material hanging out from between her lips.
I snagged myself a beer and curled up on the sofa to watch as Andrea finished tying Naomi’s legs into place. Both girls looked seriously worried, their eyes turned up to Andrea as she stood over them, then to the tawse as I passed it over. It was a vicious thing, thick, oiled leather, two foot long and split for the last six inches, guaranteed to leave some serious welts.
‘Right, you little bitches,’ Andrea said, ‘let’s make this plain. This goes my way. I’m going to smack you around, quite a bit, your faces as well as your behinds. If you really can’t take it, spit your knickers out and call out ‘‘clemency’’. I’ll stop, but you’ll have to lick my backside if you do.’
‘Make it harder,’ I suggested. ‘AJ probably makes them do that anyway, and not clean.’
Andrea just laughed. From the immediate look of shock on Sam’s face I knew I was right. I’d been pretty sure, from the start, that they went down for AJ, but I hadn’t known it went that far. I laughed, and stuck my tongue out at them. Both turned me angry looks in response, Naomi especially, only for her expression to turn to shock and pain as Andrea brought the tawse down across her bottom. It had started.
She beat them up, there’s no other way to describe it. Sure, she was careful not to risk really hurting them, and they got off on it, but that doesn’t alter what she did. Most of it was by hand, smacks and pinches to their bottoms, their faces, their boobs and their pussy-lips, until it was all flushed pink. The tawse was well used, applied hard to bottoms and thighs and backs, nearly as hard to boobs and bellies. They were soon red with marks, thick double lines of angry scarlet, ending in darker blotches. She put the boot in too, kicking at their bottoms and legs, prodding at their wet pussies, even pushing her heels into their breasts. They took it, mewling through their gags, squirming and kicking their bound legs against the loops of rope, wriggling on the floor, but never trying to cry off.
Andrea was good, reaching down to frig their pussies now and then, just to keep them on heat, high enough to take more, but never high enough to come. They were dripping, both of them, Sam with white pussy juice running down her thighs, Naomi with her hole wide and smeared with dirt from Andrea’s shoe.
For me, I had my skirt up and my panties around one ankle, playing with myself and laughing at them. It was just so good, to see Sam with her face slapped red, with spittle running from the corners of her mouth, and Naomi, her skin blotchy with smacks, snivelling and sniffing to try to stop the snot running out of her nose. They were going to be marked, both of them, like I had been, and like I had been, they were just too far gone to care.
So was I, frigging openly as Andrea slapped and kicked and pinched at them, harder and harder, making a real mess of their bums and boobs, a mess that was going to last for weeks. I came like that, watching Naomi’s legs kick in her straps as Andrea smacked the tawse down, hard, across the purple flesh of her exposed bottom, with her pussy dirty and swollen and dribbling juice. It lasted so long, on and on, with my eyes fixed on the girl who had tormented me as she was beaten on the floor, ecstasy, but the delight of revenge too, even in the rapture of climax.
I don’t think they even noticed, certainly not the girls, with far to much to occupy their minds to worry about what I was doing. Both were in a really sorry state by then, their bottoms and legs dark with bruising, their faces and boobs little better, their skin wet with sweat, flushed and glossy. I kicked my panties off, onto Naomi, but she barely seemed to notice, just jerking to the slaps as Andrea beat her.
She was having her breasts done, her nipples rock hard as the tawse flicked and snapped at her skin. Her eyes were shut, and full of tears, with the snot now running freely out of her nose. The scrap of red material blocking her mouth was wet, soaked, and she was chewing on it, rhythmically, as her boobs jumped and shivered to the tawse smacks. She was ripe, I could tell, beyond caring.
‘Frig her off, Andrea,’ I urged. ‘Go on, make her show what a slut she is!’
Andrea nodded, and spat, full in Naomi’s face.
‘Time to come, bitch,’ she said happily.
She dipped down, sliding two fingers up Naomi’s pussy and bringing them out slimy with juice. They were wiped on one smarting bottom-cheek, and pushed back up, to pull out more juice. That went in Naomi’s face, smeared across her slapped cheeks and over her nose. More followed, Andrea dipping into the wet honey-pot and slapping the mess onto Naomi’s body, face, boobs, belly and bum.
Naomi was moaning, sticking her pussy out for penetration, dirty and wanton as she was soiled. Her pussy was getting looser as she was fingered, until at last Andrea’s whole fist went in, engulfed in wet flesh, pushing the sex-lips up and forwards to leaving the clitoris a little hard bud, stuck up at the centre. Dropping the tawse, Andrea touched Naomi’s clitty, using one long nail to scrape the tiny bud. At that Naomi’s back arched tight, pushing out her breasts, with her legs straining against her bonds. Andrea chuckled, a really cruel sound, and touched the swollen clitoris again. Naomi’s mouth came wide, her sodden panties spat free, gasping for air, then screaming as for the third time the nail tip was drawn across her clitoris. She came, just, but was left at the very peak. Andrea stood, grinning, her eyes glittering with pleasure, looking down at Naomi’s soiled, beaten body. Naomi looked up, her eyes full of confusion, her mouth wide.
‘Finish me,’ she begged. ‘Please, Andrea.’
‘No,’ Andrea answered. ‘Not yet. Out.’
She gave Naomi a kick on the bottom, making her gasp.
‘Into the bathroom, Jade,’ she ordered. ‘These two need a wash.’
Again she kicked Naomi’s bottom, then reached down and took Sam by her hair, twisting her fist hard in the pale locks, and pulling. Sam came, her face twisted in pain as she was dragged by the hair, out of the room. Naomi followed, squirming along the ground like a caterpillar. I picked up the tawse and a couple more beers, standing to watch as Andrea picked Sam up and carried her up the stairs, then Naomi.
The girls were dumped on the bathroom floor, in a pile, with Naomi lying over Sam, bum up. I gave Andrea the tawse, and she applied a couple of hard swats to each bottom, then kicked Naomi so that she rolled off onto the floor. Reaching out to take a beer from me, she upended it over her mouth, not stopping until she had emptied the entire bottle down her throat.
‘Good,’ she said, ‘thirsty work, giving discipline, and they get all the fun!’
She kicked Sam again, and stretched. I sat down on the edge of the bath, taking a pull from my
own bottle.
‘Right,’ Andrea said, ‘I think you know what’s going to happen. You’re going to get pissed on. Now, if you’re going to be good girls, and do as you’re told, I’ll untie your hands. I might even let you frig yourselves. Well?’
Sam nodded, the piece of panty cotton sticking out of her mouth going up and down like a little flag. Andrea turned to Naomi, who did the same, if not so willingly. Andrea nodded to me and I set to work, undoing the loops that held the girls legs up, then their wrists, leaving them with just their ankles bound. Andrea reached down to twitch the soggy black panties out of Sam’s mouth.
‘I bet you could do with a drink first?’ she asked, holding out her empty beer bottle.
‘Please,’ Sam said, Naomi nodding agreement.
‘No problem,’ Andrea answered, and immediately began to hitch up the front of her uniform skirt.
Neither girl tried to stop it, but both stared in horror. Andrea was still pantiless under her skirt, and with it up her bare pussy showed. Standing over the girls, she put the bottle between her lips, and just let go. Her pee squirted out, some into the bottle, but more splashing out over the girls and the floor. I laughed, watching the urine fill the bottle until it was bubbling out around the neck. It was quite something, watching an apparently respectable traffic warden piss in a bottle, never mind the two beaten girls on the floor at her feet. When it was full Andrea took it away, but she didn’t stop, emptying her bladder over Sam’s chest and Naomi’s hips and tummy, to leave them lying in a pool of pee.
‘Kneel up,’ she ordered as the gush finally died. ‘Drink it.’
She gave the bottle to Sam, who put it to her mouth, gingerly, tipping it up, to taste the piddle. It touched her lips and her face screwed up in disgust, but then she was drinking, the bottle upended over her mouth, her eyes tight shut as she swallowed down Andrea’s urine.
‘Enough!’ Andrea ordered suddenly, snatching the bottle away and slapping Sam hard across the face. ‘Don’t be greedy. You friend wants her share.’
Naomi didn’t, because she was kneeling there with an expression of absolute misery on her face. She wouldn’t take the bottle, and Andrea had to take her by the hair and push it to her mouth.
‘Drink!’ Andrea ordered. ‘That or ten of the tawse across your tits!’
Naomi drank, swallowing the hot piddle down with her eyes screwed up and her body shaking with reaction. She was made to finish it, and by the end she was looking more sorry for herself than ever, with little runnels of pee coming from either side of her mouth and dripping onto her boobs.
‘Good girls!’ Andrea crowed as she pulled the bottle away. ‘Nothing like a good drink of piss, is there? You are a pair of little sluts, aren’t you?’
Both nodded, looking up at her, Sam almost worshipful, Naomi still with resentment.
‘Ah, didn’t I let you come properly?’ Andrea said. ‘You poor little thing! Never mind, maybe I’ll let you masturbate while you lick my pussy. Would you like that?’
‘Yes, please,’ Naomi answered automatically, Sam echoing her.
‘Not yet!’ I demanded. ‘I want to piss on them, too!’
‘Well, girls?’ Andrea asked mockingly.
Sam looked at me, doubtful, then just hung her head. Naomi said nothing. I didn’t hesitate, standing even as I turned my skirt up. I could feel the pressure in my bladder as I pushed out my pussy, right at them, but I held back, letting them watch, and then suddenly let go.
My pee burst out, full in Naomi’s face. Her lips were pursed, her eyes screwed up as I sprayed my piddle over her, then Sam, also in her face, then back. I was laughing, absolutely cackling with joy as I pissed on them, in their faces and over their chests, down their bellies and into their hair, with the yellow fluid cascading down their bodies, dripping from their nipples and soaking their pubic hair, to form a big puddle underneath them.
‘Now you can frig,’ Andrea told them as my pee finally died to a trickle, ‘in Jade’s piss, and you can lick us while you do it.’
There was no protest. Their tongues came out even as we pushed our pussies into their faces, Andrea grinning down at me as they started to lick. I had Sam, and it just so good, holding her head as she slurped at my pussy, licking me out while she knelt in my piddle. She was soaking, and Naomi was as bad, their skin wet with piss and sweat, their hair a bedraggled mess, hanging down like rats’ tails, and dripping with pee.
They were masturbating though, the pair of them, knees well spread and fingers busy with their pussies. Sam was truly eager, her bottom pushed out and her face buried in my crotch, lapping up my juice with one hand between her thighs and the other moving over her body, touching the sore, wet skin to get the full thrill of what had been done to her. Naomi was less blatant, masturbating as if it was only because she’d been told to, and crying softly as she licked at Andrea’s sex. I didn’t believe it, not for a second, and sure enough, she was the first to come, absolutely snivelling, then suddenly going tight, her whole body rigid in ecstasy, only her fingers moving as she brought herself to a climax that just went on and on, and all the while feeding on Andrea’s sex.
It was too much for Andrea, who came herself as Naomi was still in climax, hissing between clenched teeth. She’d had Naomi’s hair in her hand, twisted, and held it tight until she’d finished, forcing Naomi to lick her to full satisfaction. Only then did she let go. Naomi pulled back, her face plastered in Andrea’s juice and her own mucus, a truly filthy mess, and all on the blotchy red skin from her smacking. Her eyes turned up, red with crying, with bubbles of mucus around both nostrils, her mouth wide in the aftermath of her orgasm, and Andrea just spat in her face.
That hit me, such a jolt. I was coming before I knew it, calling out for Andrea as I watched the spittle roll slowly down Naomi’s face and over one eye. Andrea’s arm came around me, cuddling me as I climaxed in Sam’s face, and for the second time I got that beautiful blend of erotic pleasure and sweet revenge. As before, it really lasted, and it wasn’t until I’d started to come down that I realised Sam was no longer frigging, but had given her full concentration to licking my pussy. Finished, I sat back on the bath, dizzy with pleasure and effort. Sam looked at me, her face as filthy as Naomi’s, her pee soaked hair plastered across her forehead.
‘Go on then, finish off, slut, Samantha,’ I said.
She turned her eyes to Andrea, then back to me, uncertain, waiting.
‘Need to be told, do you?’ Andrea asked. ‘Right, lick Jade’s piss up, then. You too, Naomi.’
Sam got down immediately, Naomi more slowly, both licking at the piss puddle, their pink tongues stuck out. Sam was just gone, wanton and dirty, her bum right up, her knees wide, the wet lips of her pussy spread to us as she lapped up the piddle. Naomi was very different, her face wrinkled up in disgust, sobbing occasionally, but she still did it, sucking and licking at the pee as best she could. She was still crying too, the tears mingling with the pee as they ran down her well-smacked face.
Andrea sat down on the toilet, crossing her legs to leave one shoe stuck out, watching as the girls struggled to clean the mess off the floor. Sam was going strong, and rubbing at her pussy as she did it, while Naomi looked as if she was about to be sick. I didn’t know which was better.
‘Bring Sammy over,’ Andrea ordered. ‘I’ll do her first. Keep licking, Naomi, you’re going to get another one.’
I took Sam by the hair, dragging her over to the toilet. She turned as she got there, sinking quickly into a squat, right on Andrea’s shoe, her pussy spread across the smooth toe cap.
‘Right, you little bitch,’ Andrea spat, ‘rub yourself off.’
Sam didn’t need telling, but immediately began to rub, squirming her bottom down onto Andrea’s shoe in just the most lewd motion. Her buttocks were wobbling as she did it, her boobs swinging in time, a sight both dirty and ridiculous, utterly without dignity. It took her no time at all, coming with her pussy squashed out over Andrea’s foot, and a good deal of sho
e up the hole. Finished, she slumped down, slowly, right in the piss, her face in a pool of it, just not caring.
‘Right, Naomi,’ Andrea said, and clicked her fingers at the floor in front of her. ‘First, you can lick your friend’s mess off my shoe.’
I took Naomi’s hair, pulling her up from where she’d been licking at my pee. She came, crawling reluctantly over to Andrea and pressing her lips to the dirty shoe. I watched her lick Sam’s cream up, and polish the leather with her hair, just as AJ had made me do. That gave me an idea.
‘Do her with her head down the loo,’ I suggested. ‘That’s what they did to me.’
Andrea chuckled, standing. Naomi gave a despairing groan. I lifted the lid, once more twisting my hand into Naomi’s hair. She came, grudgingly, her face screwed up in utter shame, but she came, letting me press her face down over the rim of the toilet bowl. Her bum was up, her bound ankles sticking out, her dirty pussy peeping out between her thighs, ready.
‘Shame it’s clean,’ I said, peering at the water below Naomi’s head. ‘Can you do any more?’
‘No,’ Andrea answered.
‘I could,’ Sam said. ‘Plenty.’
‘Do it, then,’ Andrea ordered. ‘Over her head.’
Naomi had turned, looking back in utter horror at Sam’s treachery. I pushed her head down again, giggling as Sam came to straddle the toilet and Naomi’s head. My hand was in the way, but I didn’t care, and I was laughing as the hot pee squirted out of Sam’s pussy. It splashed on my hand and over Naomi’s hair, running down around her head to splash into the bowl and run from her nose and lips. Sam had been right, there was plenty, and it went down Naomi’s neck too, running round to wet her boobs and leaving her nipples dripping again. As Sam did it, Andrea had sat down on the bath, pushing her foot out to press the toe of her shoe into Naomi’s pussy.