Chapter 11
Down in the basement, Jennifer Danton was alone with her niece Candy and her favorite bed-bitch Susan Trotter. She smiled greedily down at the squirming naked body of her blindfolded niece. Her eyes feasted on the creamy glory of Candy's lusciously rounded ripe firm ass, with the gradually broadening shadowy furrow exaggeratedly widened by the imposition of the ridge which pressed so uncomfortably against her virgin cunthole.
"I shall begin with you, Candy, because you are the older one. It's shocking to discover that one's own niece can be guilty of such immorality! Get yourself ready for another good sound thrashing, young lady! That first spanking was just a start," she declared.
With this, she took down an oval-shaped thin but very flexible leather-covered paddle with a short narrow handle. Gripping it firmly in her gloved right hand, she returned to the sawhorse and, posing her left palm on the small of Candy's naked back, pressed the implement against her niece's lasciviously jutting ass.
"Noooo-what are you going to do to me-Aunt Jennifer, no, that's not fair, I didn't do anything, I tell you she's lying-I tell youowwouuu! Stop it, it hurts, stop it, I'll tell Mother!" Candy's frantic pleas were suddenly broken off in favor of a wild yell of pain and horrified surprise when the paddle smacked wickedly against the ripest curve of her right bottomglobe. Convulsively, her body arched and squirmed, thus chafing her tender pussy and adding a new dimension of suffering to this her second experience of corporal punishment.
Satisfied with the vivid bright pink splotch which the paddle had left in its wake, the dominatress applied a second swat to the other buttock, drawing an even more piercing and prolonged cry of pain and a still more violent squirming from the victim.
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"That," she announced, "is just a taste of what I'm going to give you. But don't think that Susan will get off scot free for a minute. I intend to deal with her right now, and you can just wait for your own punishment."
With this, she walked over to the triangle, smiling at the squirming, blushing, naked auburn-haired captive. 'lovingly she put out her left hand and cupped one of Susan's titties, fondling it, then stepped closer and kissed Susan passionately on the mouth, her tongue slithering in between Susan's parted lips. The naked "culprit" gave a happy little sigh and arched herself forward, yearning to be at oneness with her beloved Lesbian dominatress. Now the dominatress' left gloved forefinger slid down Susan's belly to find her gaping cunt, and at once began to frig her clitoris. Little whimpering moans escaped the spread-eagled young beauty, and the muscles of her thighs flexed and shuddered convulsively, and, tilting back her head and closing her eyes, she gave herself up to this sweet torment.
But when she saw Susan's body wriggle and squirm and twist, saw the girl's face go flushed and the lips and nostrils begin to twitch, the sadistic imperatrix at once desisted. Moving behind Susan's jerking, palpitating body, she now gripped Susan's neck with her left hand and began to spank the jouncy tawnysheened bottom. Susan's sighs and gasps of sensual plea sure were soon changed into sobbing yelps and groans, babbled entreaties for mercy, as the sharp, crisp Smack-Crack-Thwack-Whack resounded through the cellar. Under the impetus of the paddle, she lunged and twisted in the most lubricious way, her bubbies jiggling, and her ass flaming from the stinging spanks meeted out to it.
After about thirty of them, which left her in tears and wriggling frantically on the triangle, Jennifer Danton went back to her horrified, blindfolded, naked niece. At once she resumed the paddling with a ferocious smack across the tops of Candy's hips which drew a wild and prolonged shriek from the naked captive who tried desperately to tug free of her bonds but in vain. Then, briskly and without pause, she began to spank first one asscheek and then the other, using sometimes the paddle's ovalshaped end in quick horizontal blows, and again applying it vertically over the curve of one shuddering, reddening globe.
By the time she had administered forty of such spanks, Candy had broken down and was no longer a twenty-year-old prickteasing, arrogant beauty whose dream was to have men grovel at her feet. Instead, hysterically, wrenching in her bonds, trying to keep her chafed pussy from rubbing against the infernal sawhorse, she begged for mercy like a wailing little child undergoing its first spanking which indeed it was her second.
"There, that's a start. Now I'm going to really humiliate you, you wicked, nasty thing!" Jennifer Danton scolded. She went to the end of the cellar, opened the door leading to a bathroom, took from the medicine cabinet a little box of light-brownish-colored suppositories, and then from the back of the bathroom door, removed from its hook an enema bag and tube. In it she ran a bowlful of warm water, into which she now poured from a liquid soap container. Stirring the mixture till the soap was thoroughly mixed in, she then filled the enema bag, and, holding the little box of suppositories in her other hand, returned to the sawhorse. Candy, who was sobbing and groaning, suddenly stiffened as she felt the nozzle of the applicator, shiny, black and plastic, slip between the puckering lips of her dainty virgin bumhole: "Ohhnooo!!! What are you going to me-oh no, Aunt Jennifer, please, I can't stand anymore, oh please, it's all a mistake, she did it, she's the one-owwouuouueeeyeowww!!!!!"
For her aunt had just discharged the full contents of the enema bag, and then, withdrawing the tube, swiftly applied a thick-light-brownish cylinder ... a ginger suppository to "fig" the culprit.
It was a method about which she had read in an English novel dealing with corporal punishment at a private girls' school. It utterly pre vented the captive from expelling the contents of her tortured bowels, and it prolonged the agony into an unspeakable ordeal of shame and suffering.
While Candy groaned and wept and wriggled, her bottom muscles tensing and spasming, Jennifer Danton now took a thin leather strap cut at the end into two "fingers," and, returning to the left side of the horse, began to spank Candy's livid ass with stinging stripes, visiting every cranny of the jerking and squirming bottom while her niece shrieked desperately for mercy, hysterically pleading that she would do anything in the world, if Aunt Jennifer would only stop.
The gurgling of her bowels told of the hideous ordeal which had been added to the thrashing. And the burning pangs of the suppository quite prevented her from obtaining the needed evacuation.
Leaving her niece to writhe and plead and sob heartrendingly, Jennifer Danton moved back to the triangle. Swiftly unfastening the cuirass, she let it fall and was naked in gloves and boots. Then, her gloved fingers squeezing and kneading Susan Trotter's inflamed assglobes, she began to grind her cunt to that of her favorite, her mouth suckingly demanding homage which Susan Trotter rhapsodically accorded as she moaned and whimpered in her Lesbian acquiescence....