Chapter 2
"Nooo, aaaghhhhh!" she screamed as the cane cut across her tight asscheeks, biting a thin line of agony into her flesh. "Oohh, God, what are you-aaaghhhh!'
She writhed on the table top, her hands tearing at the bonds, her legs trembling.
"Nooo, stop it! Don't-uuuurrghhhh! You bastards, you motherfuckers!"
"Such language from a little shit like you." Debbi lashed Jasmine's tight ass again. "Say you're sorry for that."
"Noooo, please! You cunt, you-aaaghhhh! Help!"
"Apologize!" Debbi whipped her again.
"Aaaghhh! Stop it, you can't--eeeuuughhh!" The cane lashed her ass, driving another line of agony into her trembling body. Her tits rubbed against the table top through her blouse, and she became aware that Lewis was staring at her neckline, watching her tits.
"Apologize," Debbi said, then lashed the cane across Jasmine's tight ass.
"Aaaghhhh! I'm sorry," Jasmine screamed, her head spinning with the agony in her ass.
"Say, I'm sorry for saying mother-fucker," Debbi said and whipped her.
Jasmine writhed wildly, her ass a mass of whipped and red flesh that showed even through her tiny white panties. "I'm sorry for saying mother-fucker!"
"Little shit said it again." Debbi whipped Jasmine hard, sending the bound babysitter jerking on the table top.
"Aaaaaaaaaghhhh-ohhh help! But you told me to say it!"
"That's right," Debbi said and whipped her again. She waited until Jasmine's screams had died away. "You know what I do to little shits who say mother-fucker?"
Debbi slid the cane up and lashed Jasmine with it, right across her pantied ass.
"Aaaaghh-you whip them!" Jasmine screamed, her ass burning with horrible agony.
"That's right, so I should whip you, shouldn't I?"
"No, please, not I-aaaaghhhh! Yes, yes, you should!" Jasmine's ass seethed with pain from another vicious blow of the cane.
"Good, so I'll give you three more strokes and then we can discuss things. Hey, boys, come here! I told you these panties would split. They're just going there, see? I bet I can split them at least halfway across with three more strokes."
The men gathered around Jasmine and stared at her ass.
Lewis slid his fingers into her panties. "Halfway across?"
"Sure," Debbi said. "Wanna bet?"
"Right to here?" Lewis slid his finger down the panties where they ran over Jasmine's tight little asscrack.
"Sure," Debbi replied as Jasmine broke into horrified sobs.
"Deal, what's the bet?"
"My ass licked while Floyd fucks me."
"Fuuuuck, you deal hard." Lewis laughed. "Okay, deal."
"Ohhhh, no! Please, please!" Jasmine pleaded. She twisted, watching as Debbi lined the cane up carefully. "Nooo! Aaagghhhhh!"
The panties slit right to the crack of Jasmine's ass as she clutched at the bonds, her body erupting with more pain than she had believed possible. She felt cool air running over her asscheek where the material of the panties had dropped away.
"Fuuuuck!" Lewis exclaimed.
"And the other side," Debbi said, lining the cane up and lashing it in.
"Aaagghhhh! Ohhh, help!" Jasmine screamed as the cane beat on her other asscheek, splitting her panties, a few inches of material coming free.
"Not quite enough." Debbi whipped Jasmine again.
Jasmine screamed as her body pulsated with agony. "Help meeee!"
Debbi ran the cane over Jasmine's whipped ass. "I win, right?"
"Jesus," Lewis gasped.
"Now, whore," Debbi said to Jasmine. "Beg me to be allowed to get up on the table and take your clothes off."
"Please ... let me get up and take my clothes off," Jasmine babbled, her will broken.
"All of them!" Debbi snarled, then lashed Jasmine again.
"Aaaghhh, yes, yes, all of them!" Jasmine wept. "Please!"
"Ready, guys?" Debbi smiled.
Shirley walked in. "Got her going already, huh?"
"Yeah. All okay?" Edward asked.
"No problem," Shirley said with a grin. "Your mom was only too pleased to think you'd be earning money for a few more days. Hey, make the little cunt look at me!"
Jasmine screamed as Edward grabbed her long brunette hair and hauled her face up. She saw that Shirley was wearing a little black slip, stockings to match, and a pair of five-inch open-strapped heels.
She paraded forward and grinned at the men. "She ready to behave?"
"Maybe," Debbi said, "she's ready to strip."
"Hey, let me show her how it's done." Shirley climbed onto the table.
"Heyyy, yeaahh!" Ross cheered as the luscious brunette turned, showing her lovely body off.
Shirley strode up and stood close to Jasmine's head.
"Make sure she can see this!" she hissed. She knelt down and took Jasmine's hair out of her husband's grasp. "I saw you, you little shit. Turning our husbands on, showing them your tits and then dashing off. You're gonna pay for all of that, all of it. You're gonna take everything I take, and you know what?"
"No!" Jasmine sobbed.
"I love it. I love men whipping me, fucking me anyway they want, I can't get enough of it. And you're gonna take it too, everything I want, you got." She laughed. "Got that?"
Shirley slapped Jasmine across the face.
"Yes, yes!" Jasmine screamed.
"Good, now watch this." Shirley stood up, parading to the middle of the table and swirling, showing her luscious legs in their black stockings. She eased the hem of her little slit up, showing the black panties underneath and the wonderful curve of her cunt-mound.
"Want to see more, honey?" she said, standing over Ross, sliding her hand into her panties, playing with her pussy.
"Fuck, yeahhh!" he gasped.
"Feel me. Feel me like you want to, don't ask, just take it-yeaaahhhh!" Shirley sighed with lust, and her thighs shook as he ran his hand up over her pussy and worked his finger into her soft pussy-hole, pushing her little black panties with it. "Yeahhh, remember that, don't ask, or I'll slap your face. Got that?"
"I got it," he said, his eyes glazed with lust, his long cock throbbing against the front of his pants.
"My wife is such a whore," Edward whispered into Jasmine's ear as he undid the bonds around her wrists.
Jasmine straightened up. Edward stood behind her, holding her hard against the table, pressing into her back. She leaned on the table top with her bound hands. Her legs were still painfully stretched, and she could feel an enormous pole probing her asscrack. It seemed to be at least a foot long and she prayed that it wasn't Edward's cock.
Shirley twisted on the table top and eased her slip up, staring at Jasmine. "Remember to take it good, whore. Show them your body properly, make them want to fuck it."
Jasmine gasped as she watched Shirley work the slip slowly up her body, showing her creamy white flesh inch by inch.
"Such a whore, don't you think?" Edward said softly, running a hand over the front of Jasmine's blouse.
"Y-yes, Edward!" Jasmine sobbed, shivering as his hand moved up toward her swelling tits.
"I mean she fucks other men, so I should fuck other women, don't you think that's right?" His hand eased ever closer to Jasmine's trembling young tits.
"Yes, Edward, please!" Jasmine sobbed.
Shirley slid the slip up over her head, then tossed it to Lewis. He grabbed it and ran the little garment over the front of his pants, caressing his thick hard-on.
"I have to whip her such a lot just to keep her in line," Edward whispered. "I have to practice such a lot, can I practice on you?"
Jasmine screamed as his hand touched her tits through her bra and blouse.
"No, no, please Edward, no!" she wailed as he slammed her into the table top. "No, I'm sorry! No I didn't mean it!"
Shirley was suddenly standing over her, her foot raised. With great deliberation she planted her spiked heel in the middle of Jasmine's back, holding her down to the table top.
"You don't scream in the middle of one of my performances," she said. "How many strokes is that, Edward?"
"Six," he replied. "She deserves more, but they can come later."
"Oh, no, no!" Jasmine screamed. She tried to get up, but the pressure of Shirley's heel in her back gave her an instant shudder of pain.
"Don't move!" Shirley snapped, making Jasmine scream louder as her sharp heel dug into the babysitter's flesh.
Jasmine heard the swish of the cane. Suddenly she was screaming in agony.
"One," Edward said.
"Aaaghhh! Please!" Jasmine screeched, twisting on the table top, her back aching as Shirley's spiked heel dug harder into her flesh.
"Two."
"Aaaaahhh!"
"Three."
Jasmine lurched and Shirley's heel almost pierced her skin. She flattened out on the table top, her whole body throbbing.
"Four."
"Very good, Edward," Debbi said as Jasmine's scream echoed around the room. "I can learn some points from you."
"Thank you, Debbi." Edward whipped Jasmine hard, laying the cane across her shivering red ass with a sickening slap. "That's a real compliment. Five."
Debbi cooed, moving closer to him and sliding her hand over his cock.
"Yeahhh!" he sighed, then lashed Jasmine. "Six."
Jasmine screamed as she twisted on the table top.
Shirley stepped back.
Instantly Ross grabbed her and pulled her close to the edge of the table. "Fuck, can't take this any longer! I gotta get your panties off."
"Oh, sir, if you really want to!" Shirley gasped, sliding her pussy close to his face. "But Edward wants me to make that little whore suck me first. Would you let me do that? If you do, you must punish me later for not doing exactly as you said."
Ross gasped, and his cock throbbed. "Fuck, okay."
Shirley leaned down. "Take my bra off, please, sir."
Ross was panting as he reached up and fumbled with Shirley's bra-clasp. The cups fell away from Shirley's wonderful thrusting tit-globes. He reached up and fondled them, his hands squeezing her tit-mounds.
Shirley stood up. "I must obey my husband, sir."
She walked down the table until she was standing close to the cowering Jasmine.
Shirley smiled at Edward. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, darling?"
He nodded and pushed Jasmine down into the table top again.
Shirley bent at the waist, ramming her lovely ass right up in the air as she slipped the leather strap back around the bonds that held Jasmine's wrists. Ross groaned as she tossed the strap to him and he fumbled with it, trying to get it tied to the ring beneath the table.
Shirley bent down again and whispered into Edward's ear, close enough for Jasmine to hear. "That fucker won't last the evening."
Edward chuckled as Ross finally got the strap in place and pulled Jasmine's arms out again. Jasmine wailed in horror, her whipped ass sticking up over the end of the table.
Then Shirley spread her thighs around Jasmine's face. The tiny black panties came close to Jasmine's mouth, and she smelled the odor of a woman's desire for the first time.
"Edward loves to watch little bitches suck my pussy through my panties," Shirley sighed. "So get on with it, we both have to do exactly what he says."
Jasmine thought she was going to be sick. The idea made her retch in horror. "No, no, please! Not that!"