Chapter 5
"I think, Martha my dear," Judge Austin W. Black drawled, "we'll have that pantiegirdle all the way off. And at the same time, you may as well roll down Edith's stockings to her ankles. I want to see as much of that lovely, warm, olive skin of hers as I can."
"Oh my God, please don't! How can you be so cruel, so inhumane, Judge Black?" the beautiful brown-haired mature Jewess cried as she twisted herself and contracted all her gluteal muscles to diminish as much as she could the much too generous exposure of her naked behind-a tempting oasis of sexual pleasure as yet untried!-which it concealed. But the goldenhaired adolescent had no compassion for poor Edith Garvin; she was too much concerned with her own welfare, and she knew that the slightest hesitation in carrying out any of her master's orders meant that she would take Edith's place either in the pillory or in another of the cruel devices placed in this soundproof room for the sadistic amusement of the white-haired roue.
She therefore tugged at the white elastic sheath and dragged it off Edith's legs, whereupon the victim began to kick out and twist herself as she tried to prevent this last ignominious ceremony. But Martha Cronkite, still kneeling, took hold of the top of Edith Garvin's left stocking and dragged it quickly down and made a neat roll of it at the chiselled, olive-sheened ankle of the captive. Then, going to the other side and evading the victim's frantic kicks, she did the same with the other stocking, until Edith Garvin found herself naked from the waist down to the ankles, bent over salaciously in this wooden pillory, and unable to see what was to be done to her.
"What a magnificent ass, my dear! And you mean to tell me that your fiance hasn't yet pinched or squeezed or goosed it-like this?" Suiting action to word, Judge Black once again inserted his pudgy right forefinger into the shadowy crevice which separated Edith Garvin's ripe, resilient buttocks and pried open the plump pink lips of her dainty asshole, lodging his finger up to the knuckle and then wiggling it about.
"AIIII!! OH DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN STOP THAT, STOP THAT, IN THE NAME OF HUMAN DECENCY!! YOU FILTHY, HORRIBLE, COWARDLY BRUTE, TO TREAT A HELPLESS WOMAN LIKE THIS! OH GOD, YOU'RE HURTING, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT, OH PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!" Edith shrieked, and the pillory creaked as she jerked and twisted herself, heedless of the gripping pangs which the yoke-holes administered to her neck and wrists. But all these violent movements only served to inflame his lusts the more, for he could see the amply rounded, olivesheened cheeks of her behind juggle and flex and contract in the most convulsive spasms imaginable, all of which set into relief the sensual glory of her voluptuous, mature and still virginal body.
"But what I really can't get over, my dear Miss Garvin," he continued with a lecherous grin lighting up his fat face, "is that your fiance has respected your cherry. I wonder if he were here right now if he would be so noble and continent. On the other hand, perhaps he is the fastidious sort who would much rather have the work done for him in advance so he wouldn't have the messy job of perforating your hymen, which at your advanced age of thirty must surely be very thick and resistant."
Edith Garvin was dying of mortification at hearing her most intimate person discussed so lecherously and before this unknown female who was apparently aiding her cruel and vengeful ex-employer.
"Oh God, why are you doing this to me? I don't deserve such shame, such cruel treatment just because I did what any decent, self-respecting woman would have done after what you did to me five years ago!" she cried in her despair.
"Let's say I'm a sentimental old fool, my dear," he smugly answered. Having withdrawn his finger from her asshole, he now began to caress the magnificently plump, firm, velvety smooth cheeks of her squirming bottom, while the unfortunate young woman groaned and sobbed as she twisted hopelessly about, unable to evade his maddening touches.
"The fact is, ever since you stuck that big ass of yours out in my face that memorable day, Miss Garvin, I've dreamed of nothing else but seeing it naked just like this and being able at long last to testify to it my very earnest admiration for its tempting qualities. Martha, my dear, I think a good little spanking on the big plump bottom of Miss Garvin's will make her more docile. You will apply it, my dear, and I trust you will give it to her quite smartly. I should say that about thirty good spanks would be ample as a preparation. By then her bottom should be well heated so that I can heat her front equitably."
"Oh no! For God's sake, how can you do this to me? How can you make that unfortunate girl there help you torture and shame a helpless woman brought here against her will?" Edith cried.
But Martha Cronkite had already approached the half-naked bent-over captive in the pillory, posed her left palm in the small of Edith Garvin's naked, olivesheened back, and, raising her right hand high over the condemned posterior, brought it down smartly with a noisy SMACK!
"Excellent, Martha! Excellent!" the judge purred, his eyes devouring the bright pink outline of the young girl's palm which immediately inscribed itself on the satin of Edith Garvin's jouncy o'right upper buttock. "Give her twenty-nine more exactly like that, Martha, and you will have done me a service. Tell yourself, my dear Miss Garvin, while Martha spanks you, that if you had been less li prudish that never-to-be-forgotten day, you would not now be sticking your naked ass out at me so temptingly and having it paid back for its insolent indecency by the hand of a girl who isn't yet sixteen and who, I may add, is far more cooperative towards me that I fear you will be for some little time. But perhaps with some training and a good session at the Island under the careful supervision of Marjorie Sayers and the occasional physical examinations given by the prison's personal physician, Dr. Archibald Fenwick, you may yet turn out to make this fiance of yours an enjoyable bed-warmer. You may proceed, Martha."
Stepping back and opening up his bathrobe so that it yawned to expose his hairy, paunchy naked body and the gigantic thrust of this swollen prick, Judge Austin W. Black gazed with rapture on the scene before him. The young goldenhaired adolescent, her eyes narrowed, her lips tight, assumed a severity worthy of a born executioner-an attitude evoked, needless to say, by her own dread of the man who was directing this insidious degradation of the mature captive. Her hand rose and fell quickly but vigorously, for she did not need to be reminded that if her master found this spanking too benign, her own punishment would be nothing less than a sound whipping and one administered by a far more painful instrument than a human hand!
Edith Garvin ground her teeth and closed her eyes, striving with all her might to remain impervious to this humiliating and juvenile correction. The knowledge that she was being spanked on her naked bottom by her former employer by a teen-aged girl was absolutely annihilating to her pride, exactly as the Judge had foreseen it would be. But never having endured the slightest corporal chastisement throughout her life, she began to feel rather soon the stinging discomfort of those repeated smacks which repeated alternately on the jutting cheeks of her bottom and which covered the entire area with flaming outlines of Martha Cronkite's palm.
By the twentieth spank she had begun to groan and to twist herself about, for the cumulative heat generated in her naked bottom, sensitive as was her finely grained skin, had become acutely irksome.
By the twenty-fifth, she uttered a sobbing cry of "Oh my God, oh stop it! It's vile to make her do this to me-ohh, it hurts-Ohh, stop it!" and when the last blow fell with all of Martha's panting might against the base of Edith's right buttock, the half-naked Jewess tried to lunge forward while swerving her inflamed buttocks this way and that as she emitted a raucous and wordless cry which bespoke pain as well as spiritual despair.
"Very ably done, my dear," the white-haired judge turned to the breathless goldenhaired teenager. "The next time I have occasion to punish you, Martha, remind me how well you performed just now and I promise to remit five lashes from whatever count I sentence you to."
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," Martha meekly replied, her cheeks suffused with the sudden blush of shame as her own status of a slave was ironically brought back to her.
"Well now, my dear Miss Garvin," the judge pursued with his mocking drawl, "that should make you feel more welcome here, I should think. You have no idea how exciting you look with your big naked ass stuck out this way, and nicely red, like a tomato. Now that I consider it carefully, I see a few patches of nice soft olive skin which Martha apparently neglected. That will have to remedied, I think. But since this is a memorable occasion, our reunion together after five desolate years during which I have missed your company, Miss Garvin, I am going to let you have the pleasure of choosing the next order of business in our little program. Now then, pay close attention. Which is it to be? A good sound spanking with a leather sole which will make your bottom quite red and, I fear, quite hot, or are you ready at this point to ask me to undertake the difficult task of making a woman out of you? In a word, in the event that your vocabulary has not been enriched over the past years, my dear, would you rather be spanked on your bare ass until you can't stand it any more, or will you beg me to fuck you and break that tight cherry of yours which has kept you so modest all this time? You have two minutes in which to make your decision, my dear Miss Garvin. Meanwhile, in order to stimulate your mental processes in so important a choice, I myself am going to aid you a little."
With this, he opened the long velvet-covered case in which he had kept the egret's plume and the thin, flexible little switch with which instruments he had accomplished the subjugation of the enchanting goldenhaired teenager who now abetted his intended conquest of Edith Garvin.
Taking the egret feather and moving about in front of the pillory, then squatting down, his eyes blazed at the sight of the thick, dark brown bush of pussycurls which covered the Jewess's virgin cunthole. Slowly, holding his breath, he lifted up the feather and began to tickle her inner thighs, while she gasped and jerked convulsively, taken by surprise at this exquisitely titillating sensation instead of the stinging fire of the lash as she had expected. Mockingly he continued this for a moment or two, then put the plume against the thickest mass of lovecurls at the apex of her plump, olive-sheened thighs and began to tickle her cunthole.
"Well, my dear, you've got a minute left, I'd say," he cajoled.
"Ooooh, it's painful-it's vile-oh my God, stop it-oh you beast, you dirty, filthy despicable beast, to do this to a woman-oh God help me-oh Ben -Ben, save me from this horrible old man!" Edith Garvin wailed as she backed away and twisted herself in a desperate attempt to evade the caressing and insidiously attenuating caresses of the egret's plume.
"So," he rose in high dudgeon, "you think I'm an old man, do you, Miss Garvin, and you'd rather have your fiance save you than have me teach you what it's like to be a woman, would you? Well, I shall make your decision for you, then. Martha, get me the leather sole. I am going to give your big ass a sound thrashing, Miss Garvin, and I am going to keep it up until you beg me of your own accord to fuck you-yes, my girl, fuck you and take your cherry. It's too bad that Ben couldn't have that privilege, but perhaps he'll be grateful to me in the long run for sparing him such a messy job. Now, if Dr. Archibald Fenwick were only here, he could do it for me. But you'll just have to put up with my crude though very natural implement, I'm afraid. Thank you, Martha. Now, just to test the efficacy of this good leather sole, Martha, be good enough to bend over and hold your ankles and count five. Then you'll remind me the next time you're to be punished that I owe you a remission of ten good spanks, you understand?"
Martha Cronkite had brought him a black leather sole, murderously pliable and a good quarter of an inch thick. Grasping it by the heel, he waited until the shivering goldenhaired teenager had reluctantly-but obediently, all the same-bent over and grasped her slim ankles. This maneuver hoisted up the sheer black nylon tunic well over her delightfully rounded, contracting milky bottom-cheeks, and so he had the added stimulus of her unveiled and nubile loveliness to whet his carnal appetites, already grown ferocious through the exciting prelude with his major and most coveted victim, Edith Garvin.
"Don't move out of position, if you please, Martha. And count the spanks aloud, also," he instructed.
"Y-yes, M-master," the goldenhaired teenager quavered. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth, tightening her muscles as she readied herself.
With cruel deliberation, Judge Black posed his left palm on the small of her back, moved a bit to this side and then a bit to that until he was assured of the proper angle, and then at last raised the sole over that magnificent young behind. He hovered it in the air while poor Martha waited in dire suspense, and then it flashed down like a bolt of lightning, to flatten with a wicked CRACK! over the top of the girl's left hip.
"OHH-One, Master," Martha groaned, unable to suppress a convulsive twisting of her hips and bottomcheeks.
"You monster, you heartless fiend, to brutalize a helpless girl and to treat me this way too," Edith Garvin sobbed as once more she tried to wrest her neck and wrists out of the implacable hold of the pillory. The second blow of the sole attacked Martha Cronkite's right upper bottom summit, and the third, which took a pause of nearly a full minute and made the unfortunate young girl moan and squirm restlessly-was applied full across the plumpest curves of both bottomglobes, compressing the shadowy sinuosity between the huddling, quivering hemispheres.
The last two were applied respectively to the base of the right and then the left cheek, and each was tremulously counted out by the tearful teenager, who did not forget to thank her lecherous master for this privilege of "testing" the implement which was to be used on Edith's more mature and already flaming behind.
"I trust you've heard all that, Miss Garvin," the judge declaimed as he placed himself at Edith's left and brandished the sole, "because that is the way it is going to sound, only much louder, on your much fatter naked ass. You needn't count either. I'm going to spank your big, juicy naked ass, Edith Garvin, until you beg me to fuck you. So you know what is expected of you, and now let us see if your sensitive bottom will overcome your squeamishness about retaining your cherry."
So saying, he began to apply the sole in wickedly horizontal blows over the plump, squirming, already uncomfortable inflamed hemispheres of Edith Garvin's naked posterior. Beginning with the tops of her hips and working down to the base of that magnificent behind, he regaled each cheek in turn, methodically and thoroughly, with about fifteen seconds between each loud and crisply sonorous THWACK.
Edith's eyes opened, drowned by tears which broke and rivuleted down her contorted cheeks. Her nails dug into her sweating palms, her body jerked fitfully at every angrily noisy crack of the leather sole against her swollen, steadily darkening bare bottom.
But the dreadful thought of humiliating herself by asking her inimical executioner to take the sacrifice of her maidenhead in exchange for pardoning her this atrocious and humiliating thrashing proved at first too tremendous a barrier to be overcome. At first she believed that she could hold out and perhaps win by her very courage his grudging respect for her chastity. It was a pitiably ingenuous notion, for the longer she resisted, the more her groans and sobs and uncontrollably spasmodic twistings and wrigglings and kickings and dancings roused his mounting rut.
Finally, at the twenty-fifth stroke which bridged both hemispheres and seemed to pinch the pouting edges of those luscious bottomglobes together over the shadowy furrow which separated them, Edith Garvin could bear the torture no longer.
"ARRHHH!! Oh my God in heaven, you're killing me, you're killing me, I can't bear such pain! Have mercy on me, have mercy! Surely you've had revenge enough by now, whatever I've done!"
"Why, not all, Miss Garvin. Are you ready yet to ask me to be fucked?" he countered.
"Oh no! I'd rather die-EEEOWWWW-WOUUUUU!!!! At her words, he had brought down the sole viciously and with a downward sweeping movement of the pliable leather implement bite against the upper summit of her right bottomglobe and towards the outer edge. The pain had been excruciatingly agonizing, like a white-hot knife searing her oversensitized flesh, and her wild shriek and prolonged wild cry attested to the dreadful torture she was undergoing, one which had been so ingenuously supplemented by the nuances and implications of humiliation and disrobing and by the aural stimuli of his punishing the young-and lovely assistant to her own infamous subjugation.
"I will give you another chance before I continue," he said hoarsely, as he briefly lowered the sole. "Ask me to fuck you, to take your cherry, and I'll stop thrashing your bottom. Otherwise, I may have to see whether a good cane or a leather martinet will persuade you more quickly."
"Kill me! I'd rather die than give myself to you, do you understand? I won't, I-ARRRHHH!! Oh dear God, let me die instead of suffering like this!! OOWWOUUUM! AIIIII!! EEEYARRHH!!!! Oh stop-no more, oh God, I can't bear it, yes, yes, anything, but only stop!"
Pitilessly, his teeth grinding with sadistic rage and lust, the white-haired judge had dug the fingers of his left hand into her tender belly and then, standing up close, applied with all his might a barrage of ten or twelve short, vicious, downward biting cracks of the leather sole, all applied right against the tender crease of those jutting hemispheres. It was too much. The unfortunate young Jewess shrieked out frenziedly as her body lunged and twisted, but she could not escape the ferocious thrashing.
"You ask me to stop? Very well, you know the alternative. Do you submit then?"
"Oh God, oh help me, oh Ben, where are you?" Edith Garvin sobbingly babbled.
THWACK-THWACK-THWACK! Thrice the leather sole crashed against her naked bottom: Moving slightly backwards, Judge Black had lowered the flexible leather implement and swept it up with all his might against the base of her bottom and into the shadowy groove itself. The pain was unspeakably agonizing, and Edith Garvin at last broke down as, lunging and twisting, jerking at her neck and wrists, she stridently announced her subjugation: "NO MORE!! YES, YES, DO IT TO ME! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS DREADFUL WHIPPING! OH MY GOD, I'M BEGGING YOU TO FUCK ME. OH, WON'T YOU DO IT NOW AND STOP BEATING ME BEFORE I DIE OF PAIN? FUCK ME-OH DEAR GOD-OH BEN, FORGIVE ME, I CAN'T HELP IT ANY MORE-OH FUCK ME, JUDGE BLACK, FUCK ME NOW!!!"
He dropped the leather sole to the floor with a hoarse gasp in greedy anticipation. At last the moment had come for his supreme revenge.