Chapter 5
Candy Winston had been given a room at the back on the first floor of the old, remodeled house, and she was more convinced than ever that this was going to be the most boring summer of her life. She couldn't have been more wrong. Just about the time she was settling herself down to sleep in a comfortable wide bed, grumbling to herself about her mother's stupidity and taking off with that gigolo and thus disrupting her life, her aunt was escorting a tear ful and very attractive pupil down the stairs to the basement for a punishment session.
Candy wouldn't have recognized her aunt. Jennifer Danton had showered, coiffed her hair into a regal coronet braid, and then put on a one-piece black leather body sheath, whose gusseting flap pressed against her pussy and could be detached for reasons which would soon be evident. She wore matching black leather boots to mid-thigh, and shoulder-length gloves, and the girl she was urging on ahead of her and down the stairs of the basement glanced back furtively, uttering little gasps of fear.
"Go right on in, Adele," Jennifer Danton ordered. "I couldn't believe my ears when Miss Henshaw told me that she found you and Patsy Brogan doing nasty things together. Don't you worry, Patsy is getting her punishment too, and Miss Henshaw is giving it to her in her own private room. But you, an older girl, you're going to get the real punishment because it was you who started it, wasn't it?"
"Oh please, M'am, please don't wh-whip me, please don't! I couldn't help it, honest I couldn't, Patsy came into bed with me and she started fooling around-"
"You little liar! I've been keeping my eyes on you, Adele Corley, and I know just what you're capable of. It was you that got into Patsy's bed, more likely, and it was a good thing Miss Henshaw was checking on the rooms last night. Now go on in!" And with this, the dominatress gave the sobbing teenager a shove forward.
Adele Corley was seventeen, her black hair drawn to a thick ponytail, of medium height and with an exquisitely provocative and saucy face. Her big gray-green eyes were fringed with thick black lashes which needed no mascara, and her dainty little snub nose and petulant, small but ripe mouth suggested the sensuality of which she was being convicted and for which she was about to atone. Like all the girls at Jennifer Danton's school, she wore the regulation black cotton dress, whose skirt descended to just an inch above her knees. Under it was a white cotton slip, and white cotton bra and panties, but with black nylon hose high on her plump thighs secured by old-fashioned elastic garters. Her skin was olive-sheened, and her body was already mouthwateringly ripe. Her bubbies, closely spaced and already quite large and round, heaved erratically against the bodice of the school dress, and the skirt hugged lovingly her plump thighs and lusciously jutting, spaciously rounded asscheeks.
Adele was scarlet-faced, biting her ripe lower lip and glancing apprehensively at Jennifer Danton as she reluctantly moved ahead along the stone floor of the huge basement. Half of it had been cut off by a metal screen which locked, and the dominatress now produced the key from a small pocket over her left tittie, unlocked it and pulled the doors, then gestured for the trembling culprit to go ahead.
Adele uttered a cry of fright and drew back, but already Jennifer's gloved left hand had seized her by her ponytail, and the stern lesbian saidst hissed, "No you don't, you naughty little bitch! You're going to pay for being such a little slut! Now start by taking off your dress and slip at once and lay them down over that straight backed chair!"
"Please-pi-please, d-don't wh-whip me, Miss D-Danton," Adele Corley sniffled, big tears running down her flushed face. "I won't ever do it again, honest I won't!"
"I'm sure you won't, at least not with young girls in this school," was the caustic answer. "Obey, or it will be the worse for you, young lady!"
Sobbing dolefully, the pretty teenager drew off the black dress and then the slip, and stood in her bra and panties, black hose and garters, her hands clasped, looking more frightened than ever as the leather-sheathed imperatrix glanced round this section of the basement, which she had had equipped with punishment devices. To her right and at the far end was a pair of trapeze bars, and beside them a pair of rings let down from the ceiling. There was a metal triangle, with a single wristcuff soldered at the peak which would force the culprit to lift her arms as high as she could, the cuffs then making fast both wrists; two cuffs at the base and at each end of the legs held the ankles captive, thus straddling and tractioning the culprit ideally.
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There was also a broad leather-padded spanking stool with buckling straps; a whipping bench with a domed cushion in the middle over which the victim's belly would rest, thus projecting up her condemned ass to the kisses of the whip or paddle or strap or birch cane, depending on the whims of Jennifer Danton.
There was also a sawhorse, and this Adele dreaded most of all, for she had heard two other girls weepingly detail their ordeal when they had been condemned, for an equally grave sin, to be tied down over this device and whipped, their sporadic movements rubbing their tender pussies against the sharp ridge of the horizontal top piece.
"I see what bothers you most, Adele," Jennifer Danton grinned cruelly. "It's the horse, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, M-M'am," poor Adele blubbered.
"Well, that is exactly the punishment you are to receive. Take down your panties now and climb astride it, and be quick about it!"
Adele, bursting into fresh sobs, managed nonetheless to tug down the white cotton panties and to step out of them, exposing her magnificent, plump, rounded bottomglobes whose pure olive-sheened skin twitched in justifiable apprehension. Then, still whimpering, and her lips trembling pitiably, the delectably almost-naked teenager stumbled forward toward the sawhorse and cautiously mounted it. She made exquisite grimaces as her furry cunt at once came into contact with the sharp wooden ridge, and she did not lower herself, but remained in an upright pose, both her hands gripping the ridge ahead of her as she looked back to implore pardon from her stern executioner: "Oh please, m'am, not the sawhorse, please not that! I-I'll take double anywhere else, honest I will, but please let me off this, gee, just this once, please!"
"Stop your sniveling, Adele!" Jennifer Danton hissed. She came forward quickly now, put her left hand to the scruff of the girl's neck and forced her down. With a cry of anguish, Adele let herself be draped forward, the ridge hitting her between her plump round widely-spaced bubbies encased in their thin cotton bra. "Let your arms hang down now," was the next order.
And as the sobbing girl obeyed, Jennifer Danton squatted, took lengths of rope, and made them fast to each wrist at the base of the legs of the apparatus.
A moment later, Adele's ankles were similarly corded, and then she began to sob in earnest: "Owwooooh, oh, it cuts me between my legs, oh it hurts something fierce, please let me off, please!"
She was really exciting in this pose. Stretched, her legs and arms tightly drawn to the legs of the device, her big plump young bottom exposed and the cheeks distended in all their lushness and milky-skinned beauty, the broadening crack between the globes were even more lasciviously widened, so that Jennifer Danton could see the plump lips of Adele's pussy framed by the luxuriant black pussycurls. Needless to say, the painful ordeal of the sawhorse would augment the whipping, because the slightest movement of the girl under punishment would grind her tender cunt against the ridge.
"It is very appropriate that you are being punished in this way, Adele," Jennifer now dryly declared as she once more went to the wall at her right to take down from one of the many hooks which supported the arsenal of whipping instruments, a three-thonged black leather martinet. The lashes were tapered, and the very tips ended in notched points which would add extra sting when they made impact with tightly drawn bare flesh. "You know perfectly well what I mean, Adele. The idea, thinking you could get away with a dirty trick like that with Patsy! It wasn't enough for you to play with yourself and use your finger, you had to go and teach a younger girl the disgusting act! So I want you to suffer exactly where you had your pleasure, perhaps you will learn your lesson from this. Now then, young lady, you are going to count thirty lashes on your big naked behind. Any that you don't count will be extras, do you understand?"
"Ohhh, gee, oh please don't, oh not so many, m'am, I won't be able to stand it, I know I won't, oh please let me off, please, I'll be so good, I'll never do it again!" Adele sobbed hysterically as she turned her tearstained face back toward the implacable dominatress.
But Candy's aunt had already taken her place at the victim's left, was raising the martinet and now added, "Don't forget to count!" as she brought down the whip. The three black leather thongs darted out over the olivesheened ass, clinging to it tenaciously. Adele's almost naked body jerked convulsively, and a piercing yell was torn from her: "Awwrrroouuu!! Oh please don't, oh it hurts, it tears me, I can't stand it!"
Without a word, the dominatress brought the martinet down again in almost the same place. Again Adele's body leaped and squirmed, and a frantic cry of pain was wrested from her: "Eeeyeowwouuu!! Oh please, I won't ever do it again, I promise, oh please stop it, oh have mercy on me, Miss Danton, I won't ever do it again, honest!"
"You had better start counting." Thwackkk!! For the third time, the martinet slashed down, but this time straight across the ripest curves of both huddling plump asscheeks. Adele's bottom weaved and lunged, and a shrill scream tore from her panting throat: "Oawwrrahhahh! Threeeee!!"
"Oh no, my girl, you haven't counted the first one, so it hasn't even started." And with this, the whip came down for the fourth time, striking the base of the shuddering and squirming bottomcheeks.
"Aiiii! One, oh please, oh I can't stand it, have mercy!" Adele wailed.
"Just remember to count or you'll be here all night, Adele," was the sadistic answer.
Then slowly, gloating over the helpless teenager's suffering, drinking in Adele's cries and tears and hysterical, babbling supplications, watching the lovely perspiring nearly bare body wrench at her bonds and arch and twist and flatten herself, Jennifer Danton continued the flogging. Adele, her head tilted back, her eyes bulging, screamed and yelled at almost every stroke, but she managed to count all except three which were particularly painful; the tips of the lashes leaped into the shadowy crease between the asscheeks, torturing her virgin bumhole, drawing maddened screams and the most frenzied contortions on the horse.
Finally she managed to count out the thirtieth, and sagged, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Jennifer Danton let the martinet drop to the floor. Then she began to untie the moaning girl. "Very well, you may get off," she ordered.
And when Adele Corley had done so, she commanded: "Kneel down now, and thank me for being so lenient with you."
This too the unfortunate culprit did, her face drowned with tears, her voice breaking with racking sobs.
"So you want to play with girls, do you," the dominatress mocked her. "Very well, I'll give you your chance. Unfasten the flap of my sheath. You see how to do it, be quick about it!"
Adele's trembling fingers found the way to the gussetpiece, loosened it, exposing the lesbian's cunthole.
"All right now, take hold of my thighs with your hands, Adele, and lick and suck and kiss my pussy. If you are a very good girl and make me come, I will do as much for you. And the next time you want such satisfaction, come to see me in person and express yourself, or you will have a worse thrashing than this, I can promise you," Jennifer Danton purred.
And there in her basement, while Candy Winston found restless sleep in this strange house so far away from home, her aunt was being gamahuched by a teenaged girl. And when it was over, the sobbing Adele was ordered to lie down on the whipping bench on her back, after which Jennifer Danton, removing the corselet entirely, mounted over her and began to grind cunt to cunt, ordering her sobbing victim to wind her arms and legs around her and to give her back kiss for passionate kiss.