by Sable Drake
Rob ordered her to get her knickers down, so she hauled them down with one hand until they were around her thighs and her white bottom was displayed to him. Her legs were parted, stretching her pants and showing the fat little lips between her thighs. Still, she furiously rubbed her sensitive area.
"On your back, girl."
She rolled over, still with one hand between her legs. The other hand went up her vest and began to rub a nipple. Now her pants were below her knees and her legs were apart. Her head went backwards into the mud, and her filthy wet pubis was thrust upwards obscenely facing her tormentor. Rob was faced with a picture of a beast covered in mud as it wantonly gave way to its most primitive urges. Penny's legs flailed, and her feet dug into the mud.
Her face was barely recognisable as she began to howl in orgasm while still writhing in the mud with her vest now up around her neck. Eventually, she was spent, and she slumped backwards, panting.
Penny shivered. Now that the heat of her orgasm had subsided, she was cold and wet. Rob wasted no time in commanding her to crawl out of the mud and onto the paving stones. This she as quickly as her muscles would allow. He then stood behind her as he made her crawl on hands and knees up to the rear of the house. The slabs were very hard and unpleasant on Penny's knees, and she was aware that she looked barely human as her mud drenched form made its way up the path with black water dripping from straggling and matted hair.
It was still drizzling as Rob grasped the pressure washer which he used for the car and aimed the nozzle at his submissive wife. The first jet made her fall onto her side with her legs all over the place, and Rob ordered the stricken woman to her feet. Water cannoned into her belly, breasts, and pussy causing her to automatically hunch up protecting herself with her arms. But there was nowhere to hide as the jet assaulted her back, legs, and bottom, and then took in her head as she shrieked in alarm.
The stinging spray was effective in removing the mud, and Penny was soon glowing pink and clean all over with her arms hugging herself to retain what little body heat she had left. Finally, Rob opened the kitchen door and told Penny to run into the schoolroom. The warmth of the house was very welcome, but mention of the schoolroom made Penny think she was due for a caning. When the two of them were in the classroom, Penny was still dripping wet... but at least it was clean water. As she looked at Rob for his instructions, he gave her a hug and spoke quietly.
"You have been wondering what is going on in the storeroom, haven't you, my sweet?"
Penny was shivering as she nodded and watched Rob take a key from his pocket and unlock the storeroom door. Reaching inside, he held up something out of the Middle Ages. It was a huge and ugly iron collar with metal rings hanging from fixings at the four points of the compass. The collar was hinged and it had iron loops where it could be padlocked shut.
The punished young woman stood still as she felt the cold iron placed around her neck with its weight pressing down on her shoulders, and Rob clicked the padlock in place.
"Behind the storeroom door is the cell where girls are sent when they are really bad."
Rob tugged one of the rings on the collar, so Penny had no choice but to follow him through the door. The room was delightfully warm due to the small electric heater which Rob had placed therein, but the warmth contrasted with the stone floor and the cream and green painted brickwork of the walls. This was an institutional room with green to waist height and cream up to the ceiling. Several very modern silver eyelets had been screwed into the ceiling beams at varying places, and Penny realised that a girl being punished could easily be suspended or chained to the old shelf fixings on the walls. Right at the top of one wall was a barred window about three feet long and less than one foot high.
The maroon rug still occupied much of the floor, so Penny's bare feet were not on the cold stone floor. Her eyes were drawn to the horrible black iron device beside the rug. Now that Penny had warmed up, her libido was once more coming back online, prompted by Rob's proximity and the fact that she was chained into his collar in this place of discipline and dark fantasy. There was no doubting the slight tingling between her legs. Rob pointed down towards the rug.
"On your back, Miss."
Of course, Penny obeyed. She watched in silence as Rob picked up the black metal bar which had a telescopic design. With a screw half way down its length, it could be lengthened or shortened and then secured at the desired length. At one end, the rod had a small metal loop and at the other it had a cross bar so it made a T shape, and on each arm of the T was a leather strap. Bending down, Rob buckled Penny's ankles to each end of the T and then he pulled on the telescopic bar so that she was obliged to bend her knees with her legs wide apart displaying her pussy in a very wanton manner. The loop at the top of the bar was securely locked to Penny's collar so she was lying on her back with her legs in the air. Her eyes had not failed to take in the iron manacles set half way down the length of the bar. Rob took her wrists and locked them in place so that her hands were secured in front of her. She was on her back with arms and legs out in front of her like a wanting its tummy rubbed. If she tried to straighten her legs, the bar dragged her neck forward painfully. It was easier to just lay there, displaying her intimate slit for Rob to do with it as he pleased.
All this medieval ironwork locked onto her small, white skin was driving Penny's arousal to greater heights. She waited for whatever Rob had in mind for her, but she was totally unprepared for what he actually did. He stood and grinned down at her.
"I think I will leave you for a while to contemplate what should happen to a young lady who behaves as you just have out there in the mud. It was a shocking display of lust, certainly not befitting a well brought up girl. I don't know what your parents will say."
She could not believe it when he moved towards the door, and she actually shouted after him.
"No, Rob, please don't just leave me here. I need you. Rob. I need to be screwed. Please, Rob."
And then she was alone behind the locked door, alone with her terrible frustration. Penny was desperate for the release of orgasm, but she found that she could not get her hands anywhere near her body. Even rolling onto her side was difficult, as well as being totally useless in dealing with her pent up sexual tension. It was impossible for a girl in such a state to be still, but all she could do was to wriggle around on the rug. This made the ironwork jangle and clank and was painful. The bar pulled on her awful, hateful collar, and the unyielding manacles bit into her delicate wrists. In her frustration and need, Penny forgot all about being submissive. She yelled for Rob to come and free her. Penny pleaded and begged and promised her obedience and her willingness to surrender herself to whatever he wanted to do to her... if he would only come and get her out of this bondage.
There was no clock in her cell, so Penny had no idea of how long she rolled around on that rug and she did not even know whether or not Rob could hear her cries. When he finally did release her and drag her upstairs, their lovemaking was of volcanic proportions.
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