by JJ Argus
I rolled my eyes up and to the right, refusing to look at her. I mean, I saw her anyway, but I couldn't meet her eyes! This was the most humiliating moment of my entire life! I could see Erin standing back a little way, staring at me with wide eyes, clearly shocked, and I wished I could fall through the floor!
She let go of my hair and I dropped my chain down to my chest again as she snorted disdainfully.
“What you see here, Erin, is your typical blonde whore,” she growled. “Helplessly drawn to sex and anything related to sex without regard to any sense of right or wrong.
The words stung, and I thought they were unfair. I mean, she was the one with the pervy little play room!
“What you have to remember about blondes, dear, is they're all sluts. Sex, and satisfying their sexual hunger is all they think about. They need to be lusted after, to be envied, to be looked at as sex objects, and are willing to do whatever it takes to please their hungry little bodies.”
I gasped again as she seized my hair and jerked it up and back again.
“It's in their genes,” she said.
She released my hair and moved back, in fact, moved back to where the rack of whips was, then took something down and returned. Something slid in under my jaw, a long, thin, leathery rod, and she forced my chin upward.
“Look at me, slut!” she barked.
I flinched, but forced my eyes to her face.
“We have two choices here, slut,” she said. “The first choice involves me calling your father and explaining to him what you did, how I found you – exactly how I found you – and why you can't stay here any more.”
I felt another rush of horror at the thought of her calling my dad and telling him how she found me! Ohmgod!
“Would you like to know what the second choice is – slut?”
I stared at her anxiously.
“Nod your head if you do.”
I forced my head to nod.
“The second choice you have is that you reform your behavior, show more respect, and learn discipline. That means doing as you are told, when you are told, instantly, and without argument! Do you understand me, slut?”
I jerked my head helplessly up and down.
“It also means punishment. Because you have violated my privacy, violated the privacy of my bedroom, of my desk, and of my life. That all requires a very, very stiff discipline. Do you understand? Slut?”
I jerked my head anxiously up and down again.
“Very well,” she growled.
Chapter Four
“Erin!”
“Yes, mother?”
“How does a child learn not to touch a hot pot?”
“Uhm, well, you tell it.”
“And then?”
“If it burns its hand...”
“Exactly. The burned hand teaches best. It teaches on an almost instinctive level after that. Pain is a very good teacher.”
I felt a swirling, churning sense of anxiety amid the humiliation still gripping me.
“And do you know why you would pull down a child's pants to spank its' bare bottom?”
“Uhm, because it stings more?”
“No. You do it because the shame is also a good educator. It adds to the power of the lesson to be learned.”
She pulled the leather stick thing back and I gulped nervously, looking away again, face still flaming.
“Do you know what this is, Erin?”
“It's a light riding crop, number 12, with a flicker tip,” Erin said, in the same voice she might have answered a teacher at school asking her to identify a river in Brazil.
I felt a sense of confusion at her words. Like, how the hell would Erin know this stuff?
“Blonde girls, as I've said, are different from real women,” Kathleen said. “There is another way you can teach or train a blonde girl,” she said. “Blonde girls have a different set of responses, a different set of instincts to real women.”
She drew the riding crop down and then pressed the thin shaft up against the underside of my left breast. I gulped, looking down at it. It was quite thin and flexible. There was a loose, inch long leather cord at the tip like a tassel.
Suddenly she drew her arm back, and then swung the crop down very quickly. The tassel snapped down across my right breast, right across the nipple! I yelped at the sting, but already she was shifting to my left breast, snapping the tassel down across my nipple there, leaving both of them throbbing a bit!
“You see how I did that, Erin?”
Erin moved closer, not looking shocked or appalled as I had imagined. Instead she had a sort of earnest look on her face.
“I just used my wrist, which has enough force in a short distance to cause the flick tip to strike her nipple.”
She did it again, twice, to my left breast, and I yelped and gasped, my eyes going wide.
“Yes, I see,” Erin said.
“You try it.”
I started to feel, amid the humiliation and anxiety, a trace of swirling confusion.
She handed the crop to Erin, who studied my breasts.
“She has big breasts,” she said.
“That's one of the signs of a sex toy. Remember what I taught you about women who are sex toys?”
Erin nodded earnestly.
“I told you I suspected that was what Sierra was.”
“Yes. She looks and acts like one,” Erin said.
She placed the tip of the crop against my nipple, then drew it up and snapped it down. The tassel thing cut across the center of my breast with stinging force, and I yelped and jerked back.
“You're using your arm, dear,” Kathleen said. “Just use the wrist to move the hand itself.”
Erin nodded and repositioned her arm, then her hand slapped the thin 'flick' down across my nipple. It wasn't very hard and didn't really hurt.
“That's the idea, but faster.”
Erin moved her hand faster, now that she apparently had the idea, and the little tip flicked down across my nipple again and again and again, becoming a blur as her hand kept moving it! My nipple stung again and again, with the rapid little blows, and began to burn hotly!
“Good,” Kathleen said, moving forward again. “Now if you want to accentuate the sensations, just give her nipple a little pinch and twist.”
And she did just that! She caught my already erect nipple between her thumb and forefingers and jerked it out, then twisted it sharply so that it stung! It throbbed hotly and when Erin flicked the little whip tip across it hard and fast it stung more!
I twisted and pulled at the restraints, moaning into the gag, more and more confused and anxious about what the hell Kathleen and Erin were doing!
“Her nipples appear to be fairly sensitive,” Kathleen said. “That's often not the case with these big breasted sluts. That's good, because it gives you more options. Get me a couple of nipple clamps, with alligator clips.”
Erin hurried back to one of the cupboards and returned with a pair of small silver balls. Each had a two inch chain with an alligator clip attached, and Kathleen cupped my left breast and framed my swollen nipple between the teeth. Then let it snap closed.
I squealed into the gag, jerking back, but of course, that only served to make the ball bounce and jerk on my burning nipple more! So I had to stay still, trembling, moaning, and rolling my eyes at her as she handed the other one to Erin.
Erin framed my other nipple, ignoring the way I was shaking my head, and let the jaws bit down on it! I again felt that sharp, stinging pain, and cried out into the gag! But this time I didn't move much, knowing that it would only make both balls bounce and pull!
“Now get me a flogger, a light one,” Kathleen said.
Erin hurried back to the rack and returned with a thick handled flog. It was blue, and had studs along the handle. A dozen or more thin leather laces about a foot long hung loosely from the handle.
I shook my head again and she snorted.
“You think you don't deserve punishment, slut?”
I moaned helplessly.
“Make up your mind. Either I punish you and teach you discipline, or you can go, and I'll call your father.”
I dropped my head, face flushed, nipples burning.
She nodded and moved around behind me.
“Now the idea here is to prepare your slut. That's important, especially with a slut like this who isn't used to discipline. Position your body at an angle.”
I felt a hand sliding over my bare back.
“You have all this expanse of space to work with, unmarred, like a blank canvas.”
I cringed and tried to brace myself, feeling a sense of unreality to this, of disbelief!
Then there was a faint movement out of the corner of my eye, and a soft sound as those laces struck the center of my back! They had spread out, and they weren't very heavy. But each one stung when it hit, and they all hit at the same time!
I cried out in pain, back arching sharply! Of course, my sudden movement made the balls hanging from my nipples swing and bounce, which tugged on them even more!
Another blow followed a few seconds later, and again I jerked sharply, crying out at the sudden ripple of stinging blows! Another blow, and another, one rising and one hitting lower made me jerk and set the weighted balls bouncing, and another sharper blow finished it off as I cried out and whimpered helplessly.
“Now you try.”
I moaned, my back feeling hot and tender already!
“Notice that while the skin is getting pink there are no welts. This is a light flog.”
The flog struck my back again, five or six times in a row! My back began to burn hotly as I twisted and jerked and cried out into the gag.
“Quit whining, you baby,” Kathleen said.
I felt her hand on my ass, then, caressing it.
“Now this is another unmarked surface, and its nicely positioned, though the buttocks are spread apart more than I'd normally like. Still, the skin hasn't drawn too tightly. I think we use a nice punishment strap, the loop.”
Erin took the flog back and got something else. I moaned, staring anxiously. It was like... a strap, well, a handle, with a loop of leather strap attached.
“The way it works, of course, is that the outside strap hits the bottom first,” Kathleen said, “Then the inner strap hits the outer, reinforcing the blow and making it sting more, but without damaging the skin.”
“I know this one. Can I do it first?” Erin asked with an eager voice.
I twisted my head and saw her positioning herself to my left, and I tried again to pull my wrists free.
Crack!
I squealed hard when the strap hit my bottom! It stung!
And, as with the flog, the sting was redoubled because my body jerked hard, and that set the weighted balls bouncing and tugging at my nipples!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
I squealed and cried out at every blow, unable to keep myself from jerking and twisting, getting more frantic as she continued to carefully bring the strap down across my already hot, throbbing bottom!
I felt a hand pushing in between my arms and grabbing my hair, then jerking back sharply. I cried out again as my head was forced back between my arms, way back, until I was looking up and back at Kathleen's stern face.
“A strapping on your tender ass is the very least you deserve for violating my privacy, you blonde slut!' she said.
She took the strap from Erin and then drew her arm up and back while still holding my hair.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The strap hit even harder and I howled into the gag, my bottom starting to burn!
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“You're going to learn discipline, slut.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“And you're going to learn manners.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“And you're going to learn obedience.”
Tears began to spill from my eyes as my bottom burned hotly! But she released my hair and then moved around in front of me again, Erin coming with her, eyes wide and fascinated.
“Get me a couple of small nipple suction cups,” she said.
Erin moved back to the cupboards and returned with two round plastic things which looked a little like egg cups, but had plungers on the rear. Kathleen removed the nipple clamps from my nipples, and I gasped in relief – for an instant. Then they began to sting and burn hotly all over again!
The pain had dulled, but now it sharpened right up again and I twisted and cried out, fresh tears coming to my eyes! This was so unfair!
And yet... there was this strange dark undertone to it. I mean, it wasn't just that she was punishing me. She was punishing me in a very sexual way. It could be that it was simply because I was here and naked and that was the sorts of stuff which were available to her, but I was starting to think it was a lot more than that.
That put my mind into swirling confusion and uncertainty yet again!
The stinging pain eased, and instead I began to feel a sort of pins and needles sensation, like when you lost feeling in a body part and the blood returned.
Kathleen took one of the cups and pressed it against the center of my left breast, around my nipple, then began to slowly pull the plunger thing back. I felt a sense of suction, of being sucked harder and harder as she pulled the plunger back all the way.
Erin then put the other one on my other nipple, and it too began to suck on my soft flesh. With the pins and needles sensation they were experiencing I felt a very, very strange and not unpleasant kind of tingling and sucking which made me gasp and widened my eyes.
“You like that, don't you, slut?” she asked with a smile.
I flushed and looked away and then her hand dropped down to between my legs! I gasped and felt a jolt of energy and heat as she gripped the base of the dildo thing there and pushed it up a little more. Then her thumb pressed against my clitoris and began to rub firmly!
Now this could not be explained away as anything BUT sexual! I felt a breathless sense, a sense of shocked confusion and uncertainty, and then a dark flickering heat. I mean, it wasn't like I'd never done anything with girls before. It was kind of fashionable, after all.
The idea of doing anything with Kathleen, though, had never occurred to me! And this wasn't drunken playing around by teenage friends. She was a woman in her late thirties, technically old enough to be my mother!
I flushed hotly, moaning and shaking my head in denial even as this dark, swirly sense of sexual heat and hunger began to ooze up through my belly.
“Notice what I'm doing, Erin?”
“You're rubbing her clit.”
“Yes, but with the dildo. I don't have to pump it in and out. I just shift it a little inside her, from side to side, and in, just a little, enough that she feels movement. Then use your thumb in short, firm sideways strokes. It's effective against any woman, but especially against a blonde slut.”
“Can I try?”
This was so fucking bizarre! I was in a state of rising shock as Erin gripped the dildo instead, twisting it, pushing it upward, then rubbing her thumb across my clitoris. The raw heat grew much deeper, even as I groaned at how hard she was pushing the dildo!
“You're pushing it in harder than you need to,” Kathleen said.
“Don't we want her to feel pain?”
“Yes, but I'm not sure if she's ready to meld pleasure and pain together yet.”
“She's a blonde, though.”
“That's true.”
It was weird the way they were talking about me, as if I wasn't even there, or at least, as if I wasn't a person, but some kind of... of thing! And they were speaking so clinically and casually about stuff like rubbing my clit! It was insane!
Kathleen pulled one of the cups loose from the center of my breast and I gasped, staring down at my swollen nipple.
“See how big her nipples are now!?” Erin said in delight.
“And much more sensitive,” Kathleen said.
Er
in leaned forward. I was taller than her, but with my legs apart as they were we were about the same height. I cried out as Kathleen gripped my hair, forcing my head back sharply. Then Erin slid her lips around the center of my breast and began to suck rhythmically!
I cried out, first in shock, then in helpless pleasure! My nipple was tingling wildly! And her thumb was still stroking against my clitoris as she ground the nose of the dildo against the back wall of my pussy!
And then the orgasm came, rippling up through my abdomen and making me cry out involuntarily, my hips bucking against her hand, against her thumb and the dildo!
“You see how easy that was?” Kathleen asked as I arched a final time and shuddered.
“Yes! That didn't take much time!”
“Blondes,” Kathleen said knowingly. “They're natural sluts and sex toys.”
I trembled weakly, moaning into the gag, and dropped my chin, even more embarrassed!
And yet... and yet this was becoming a weird, kinky sex thing, and the two of them might be acting almost like observers but they definitely weren't uninvolved! That, oddly enough, relieved some of my humiliation and shame. Instead this weird dark emotion began to shimmer inside me, as if I were part of some kind of strange, dreamy play, acting in a role.
And the role was of the helpless, beautiful, sexy prisoner of … of the evil witch! And that 'helpless' part was pretty easy to fit into given I was completely helpless! I was also, because of how they'd found me, feeling so completely... degraded and low, for want of a better term, that I didn't even think of trying to challenge Kathleen and the nasty things she was saying about me.
I mean, she was acting like I was some sort of different and backward species, some kind of sex animal that needed to be trained or something! She was an awfully good actor if she didn't believe it. And if she did believe it she was kind of crazy! But it was such a wicked, shocking sort of thing that it left me feeling this dark thrumming sense of tension inside!
And I remained bound and helpless!
Maybe if I wasn't so exhausted, and so … degraded by the way they'd found me, so helpless, well, maybe I'd have been more angry, more resentful. I mean, her calling me a slut was kind of ironic given this was her place! But I didn't think of it as ironic at the time, not really! I felt shamed and guilty and that she was right!