Mark had discovered a website offering punishment sessions for a price and he just had to share it with his wife. For a fee, someone could stay at a house in Southampton and be thoroughly punished for their sins, either real or imaginary. Of course, there was a risk in entrusting yourself to someone whom you had never met before but that risk added an extra zing.
Outwardly. Mark and Sue were a normal, prosperous couple; he was a teacher and she was a solicitor. But in the privacy of their nice house on a smart estate, they liked to enjoy their many kinks and they liked trying new things.
Mark had discovered a website offering punishment sessions for a price and he just had to share it with his wife. For a fee, someone could stay at a house in Southampton and be thoroughly punished for their sins, either real or imaginary. Of course, there was a risk in entrusting yourself to someone whom you had never met before but that risk added an extra zing. And being punished by a stranger was so much more “real” than the sessions which they enjoyed between themselves and at parties with like-minded friends. Mark and Sue were very organized people and they had a separate “kink budget” which was a sum of money set aside each month to fund their exotic tastes. The service being offered would take about three months kink money but it was just too delicious to miss. Sue craved punishment and Mark would experience a huge thrill in sending her off to pay the price for her failings and then he would spend every hour until her return imagining what was being done to her.
Sue left work early that Friday afternoon and went straight to the station grabbing a coffee and sandwich at the buffet. Then it was a train to Southampton and a taxi to the address which proved to be a grand Georgian house with impressive front steps and mock columns either side of the huge, black, front door. Sue rang the bell and, after an interlude, the door was opened by a tall, grey-haired woman in a severe black dress buttoned to the throat. Around her waist was a silver chain from which hung a bunch of keys.
Sue introduced herself and was bidden to enter. She found herself in an opulent reception hall with doors on both sides and a grand staircase leading upwards. The floor was polished wood and Sue and the matriarch were standing beside an occasional table; Sue didn’t know what it was the rest of the time. She had been told that she would need no luggage so she just had a small clutch bag which she was told to place on the table. The woman did not bother with small talk.
“You will be with us until your release. All questions will be answered honestly and quickly and all orders will be obeyed without question. You will address me as Miss and the Director as Sir. Is there any part of that which you do not understand or cannot agree to?”
“No, I….” A filthy look.
“No Miss.”
“You will remove your clothing a piece at a time handing each item to me.”
There was a brief standoff while Sue tried to assimilate what she was being told. Most men do not understand that, because girls are quite vulnerable, mothers impress upon them from when they are toddlers the need to keep modestly covered. For most women, to undress before a stranger goes against every instinct which has been absorbed for decades.
The woman just stared at her and Sue took off her left shoe and handed it over. The shoe was turned over, tapped and examined and then the claw like hand reached out for the other shoe. Her shoes were now on the table beside her bag.
“Jacket”
She took it off and handed it over for the woman to feel every seam and search every pocket. Pen, phone and tissues were added to the pile. Next, she had to unbutton her cream blouse exposing her white bra. Her skirt followed and another packet of tissues was taken from the pocket. Sue felt decidedly uncomfortable in tights and underwear in this hallway with people passing by just a few feet away on the other side of the door.
Of course, she had to slither her tights down and there is no elegant way of doing that. Sue expected to retain her knickers until last – or perhaps just keep them on but the woman demanded them next and her hungry eyes took in Sue’s shaven pussy as she ran her fingers around the waistband and seams and then looked at the crotch presumably for any stains.
Finally, Sue had to expose her breasts and the bra was placed atop the pile.
Now the woman picked up the little bag and tipped it out onto the table so that she could pick through the little heap including tampons, perfume, notepad, two biros, lipstick, compact and more tissues.
“All rammed in the bag together. Not very neat are we.”
“No Miss.”
In just a few minutes this woman had regressed Sue back to a ten-year-old girl in the Headmistress’s office. Sue had not noticed the little scrap of fabric beneath the table but the woman picked it up and it proved to be a thin, grey cotton dress with an enormous scarlet triangle sewn on the front. Sue obeyed the order to pull it on over her head and stood still while the woman removed all Sue’s hairclips so that her hair hung in loose disarray. Next the woman went behind her, taking a pair of black handcuffs from the pocket of her dress. Sue found her hands cuffed behind her raising her feeling of vulnerability by a factor of ten. Some shoes or underwear would have been nice but, it seemed, that was not going to be.
Sue was made to march up the stairs with her jailer behind her and then the woman knocked on a door and a male voice bade them enter. The woman escorted Sue inside the booklined study and then left her in the presence of the tweed suited bald man behind the large desk on which he had a laptop computer.
He did not bother with a greeting but immediately began to read aloud from his screen. He must have been looking at the twenty-page form which Mark had completed when he made the booking.
The man read her full name and date of birth.
“And you go practically faint when stroked behind your left ear?”
How could Mark have told them that? No-one knew that apart from the two of them.
“Also, you like to shout obscenities when you orgasm. Bit of a slut would you say?”
“Yes Sir.”
This was horrible, demeaning and dehumanising but she felt herself moistening between her legs. She hoped that he could neither see or smell the result.
He continued to strip away every last shred of her dignity and then he pressed a button on his desk and they waited in silence until the woman appeared.
“I think you can take the offender to her quarters now please.”
Walking downstairs with hands cuffed behind her back felt quite precarious and then the woman opened a door off the hallway and they descended cold, brick steps into a cellar. When the house was built this would have been the servant’s area and they walked along a corridor with lights hanging from the ceiling. They passed several doors until they came to a metal grille which was not locked and Sue was pushed inside the narrow space. Probably, this was where the butler would have kept expensive wines to which only he and the master would hold the key.
Today there was no wine. Just a mattress with dark woollen blanket, tin bucket with lid, toilet roll and plastic beaker which proved to contain water. A single low voltage bulb hung from the barrelled roof. The woman removed the handcuffs, clanged shut the grille and snapped shut the padlock then left without a word.
Sue’s watch was back upstairs on that little table. She estimated that the time had to be around 9pm and it seemed that she was now tucked up for the night. She realised that she really wanted to relieve herself and used the bucket which was yet another humiliating and uncomfortable process. She so wanted to phone Mark but that was obviously impossible. She was totally alone with no idea of what torments awaited her tomorrow. Well, she did have a vague idea as the website had listed the sorts of thing on offer but specifics had been notably lacking. Would Mark have seen a more detailed list when he paid for the booking? Perhaps he had even ticked a list of chosen punishments for his wife.
All she had eaten since lunch was that sandwich at the station a lifetime ago and it was very obvious that all she had to see her through the long night was a beaker of water. As she lay on her mattress, she pulled the blanket tightly around her body for warmth and comfort and did her best to sleep despite the light which burned all night.
Sue was awoken by the woman banging her keys on the bars as she opened the grille. It had not been a good night and Sue struggled to be alert, very aware of her rumbling stomach. The woman asked if Sue needed to use the bucket and barked at her when Sue forgot to add Miss to the end of her reply. There was another awkward pause as Sue waited for the woman to at least turn her back but she simply stood there glaring at her. So, Sue relieved herself under the stony gaze and was then ushered from the cell.
They went to the next-door chamber which was a large space and had probably been the main servant’s hall. One wall was dominated by a huge stone fireplace filled with unlit wood.
Sue’s gaze swept the room and the most disturbing item was the double bed. Sue was pretty sure that it had not been placed her for her comfort. Actually, most of the room was pretty horrific; there was a whipping horse on a plastic sheet and a large wooden X frame against one wall bearing anchor points for a girl to be secured. A chain with a hook on the end hung from the ceiling.
The woman pointed Sue to a small table on which stood a beaker of water and a red plastic plate bearing a single bread roll. There was a chair in the room but it was not near the table so Sue stood to eat her sparse breakfast. She was going to be hungry for the rest of the day.
While Sue was eating, the man came in. He was wearing black jeans and a black T shirt. He immediately ordered her to take off her meagre covering which she did after taking a big gobble of her last piece of bread.
“Get over the horse and let’s make a start.”
It was awkward getting onto the horse because the top was at a slope so that her behind was up in the air and her head hung down with her hair flopping over her face. She felt the woman tightening broad leather straps around ankles, thighs and wrists. There was no warning before the cane landed its first biting stroke. Sue screamed at the top of her voice and her head came up.
She felt his fingers, they felt like fat sausages, groping between her buttocks and digging into her softest flesh. Then the cane struck again. The strokes came in a regular rhythm with perhaps three tense seconds between each one and each one hurt as sharply as the first, in fact the pain intensified because pretty soon strokes were landing across previous strokes. In between strokes Sue felt a strange chill on her flesh and she imagined blood running down her buttocks but, of course could not see.
Sue was far beyond any ability to keep track of how many strokes were landing but she very soon reached the point of being certain that she could not possibly bear any more. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was, probably incoherently, begging for mercy. She was totally unprepared for the bucketful of cold water which descended on her head and immediately another two strokes of the cane landed in quick succession.
She heard the man say something and the straps were unfastened followed by a barked order to get off the horse. She tried, she really did but her muscles just would not coordinate and all she did was to wiggle her legs about and shuffle her position on top of the horse. She became aware of her two captors working together at manhandling her from the horse and throwing her on her back on the bed making her shriek as her sore bottom hit the mattress.
To her horror, she saw the woman removing her old-fashioned white underwear and then coming to sit astride Sue causing the bed to dip. The woman’s vagina was just in front of Sue’s face and she grabbed her wet hair, yanking her head upwards. Sue had not done anything sexual with a female since boarding school and her hindbrain was yelling at her that it was “not nice” as her mother often said about so many things.
A vicious slap landed across her cheek and the woman screamed at her to get her tongue out and lick for all she was worth. She had no option but to obey feeling the salt on her tongue. Her hair was released and the woman used both hands to hold herself open to be licked inside while she ground herself against Sue’s face. There was none of the orgasmic yell which one hears in lesbian porn movies, perhaps this woman was past it or incapable of normal reactions, but the encounter did come to an end and the weight lifted itself from her leaving her to flop back in total humiliation, degradation and defeat.
Once again, they lifted her up and, to her alarm she was carried to the fireplace. Certain that she was about to be burned, Sue tried to fight them but she had no strength left. They turned her with her back to the fireplace and then lowered her down onto the logs. Sue had assumed that the wood had been piled but she now realised that the logs were nailed to each other making a crude three-sided box. She found herself sitting on logs which was very uncomfortable and she had logs piled and fixed on both sides like the arms of a chair keeping her in place. Other logs had been built up to form a sort of fence across the front of the seat so that her bottom was down in the box with her thighs raised, her knees bent and her feet waving in the air clear of the stone floor.
The key point was that she could not move as she saw the man pulling the nozzle of a hose towards her. Presumably it was connected to a tap out of her vision. And then he yanked on a lever and a powerful jet of cold water caught her full in the face. She was able to move her neck from side to side but the hose tracked her, pumping so much water at her nose and mouth that she was inhaling water and choking. Just when the situation became really terrifying the jet of water descended to her breasts, striking them alternately and moving from one to the other. Such was the power of the jet that it was like being punched full on the breast.
The hose moved back to her face and then onto her belly and back to her face and then it cut off leaving her dripping and gasping for breath. The woman reached into the fireplace and handcuffed her left wrist to a cast iron bar beside her which had once been used to keep kindling inside the fireplace. Then they left her shivering, holding back the tears and feeling empty.
Sue fell into something which might be described as sleep and was awoken by the feeling of arms beneath her shoulders pulling her upright. She had not felt the handcuff being removed. The chair had been placed in front of the table and Sue was sat at the table in front of a beaker of warm milk and plastic plate containing a ham sandwich which she devoured gratefully. Yes, she was actually grateful to her tormentors.
After her brief meal, she was made to walk to the X frame against the wall and she stood for ankles and wrists to be bound in place by leather cuffs. She knew that resistance was futile. The man stood before her holding an evil looking whip which had a black rubberised handle and the business end consisted of multiple black rubber strips. She could not help shaking her head in a terrified, silent NO. But he swung the instrument at her breasts and the multiple thongs made painful contact with both sensitive areas including nipples causing her to flinch and move as much as she was able against her restraints. The blows came without pause against belly, breasts, thighs and even her pussy. Once again, her screams echoed from the stone walls of the dungeon. He had got himself into a pattern of swiping left and then right so that no two strokes landed on the same area. And then he stopped and Sue relaxed a little panting furiously. But he had only stopped in order to pass the instrument of pain to the woman who continued the punishment with relish and with all her strength. There was a wild look in her eyes which was somehow more terrifying than the attack from the man. It may have been deliberate but her face seemed to say that she was in the grip of some sadistic madness and would not know when to stop.
By the time that it did stop, Sue’s entire front from her knees to her neck was scarlet and painful. As they freed her from the X they asked if she needed to use her bucket and she replied that she did. Of course, this time, she took it for granted that she would be watched by both of them. When she had finished, including wiping herself with the loo roll which was on the floor beside the bucket, the man told her to get on the bed.
He took out his growing member and applied a condom while the woman stood by holding handcuffs to indicate that Sue would either be fucked willingly or she would be chained and forced. The man was flabby and overweight and he carried the onion smell of sweat as he lay on top of her. His paws groped her between her legs as a brief excuse for foreplay and then his tip was at her opening. His head was bobbing about above her face as he rammed home his advantage causing her to scream whimper as she was not sufficiently prepared.
The fucking was perfunctory and brief; she did not orgasm but he ordered her to use the crude words which she used with Mark at home during their lovemaking. As he said it, he was using his organ of increase as a weapon, thrusting painfully into her.
In the hope of making him stop, she poured out a random stream of vituperation like a child using every dirty word she knows.
It was not really anything to do with sex so much as dominance. Then he lifted up from her and flipped her onto her belly as if she had no weight at all. His hands went underneath her and lifted her up so that her buttocks were elevated. He leaned over so that his disgusting hot breath was in her ear and then he bit her ear drawing blood.
“Use both hands to hold your buttocks open. It will hurt a lot more if you don’t.”
She clung desperately to the faint hope that he was going to take her pussy from the rear but she really knew that this would not be the case. The woman had a jar of Vaseline and she applied the lubricant to Sue’s sphincter as well as liberally massaging it into his shaft.
Then he pressed down increasing the pressure gradually before the inevitable forcing right into her.
Like the fucking, it did not last long. He probably did not even enjoy it but it was sufficient that he had done it. He had successfully violated her in yet another way.
As soon as it was over she was dragged from the bed onto the floor where she was handcuffed behind her back and her ankles and knees were tightly bound with rope which was then looped around the handcuffs leaving her hogtied and laying on her belly. Some sort of hood was dragged over her head and she was left alone on the stone floor unable to ease the pain in virtually every part of her body.
It seemed that she was there for a very long time during which she managed to roll onto her side which was marginally more comfortable than being face down. After perhaps an hour or maybe two, the woman returned and freed her.
“It’s discharge time. Come with me.”
Sue could barely walk or even stand upright. Her body was cramping and her circulation was only gradually returning to normal. She held onto the walls as she trailed behind the woman up to the reception hall. She could see that it was dark outside and her befuddled brain decided that it had to be some time on Saturday night. Sue was very aware that she stank after her prolonged abuse but she had got exactly what she had paid for and she did feel a sort of pride at having come through it
The woman made her stand in front of the table without holding on to anything. To Sue’s horror, she drew a large pair of needlework scissors from her capacious pocket and picked up Sue’s tights between thumb and forefinger as if they were disgusting items. A quick stab of the closed scissors and a downward stroke and the garment was reduced to ribbons and cast to the floor. After such a prolonged time of total obedience, Sue could only stand in shocked silence, as both her bra and her pants were shredded.
“Get dressed.”
The woman watched every move as Sue put on her remaining clothing and shovelled her possessions back into her bag and pockets.
“You can call a taxi from here. I can tell you the number if you need it.”
Even the simple process of ordering a taxi to the station seemed to take a huge amount of concentration.
“You can wait outside. Go.”
She was to be made to stand outside in the cold night air. She did not even have the presence of mind to look at her watch which was back on her sore wrist where she had so recently been handcuffed and where she had vivid read wheals.
It was only when she saw the station clock that she discovered it was just after 10pm. At this time of night trains were less frequent than during the day. She thought about phoning Mike to ask him to come and collect her but the train would get her home sooner than the time which he would take to get here and drive back home.
What she had endured was only a sort of grown-up play but, it seemed that her emotions did not know that and she knew that any attempt to speak, even to order a coffee from the cafe, would lead to floods of tears. Fortunately, there was a machine in the concourse and she sat on a plastic bench drinking the hot coffee as her system slowly recovered its balance. The station was not crowded which was a good thing as she did not want to be near to anyone who would certainly be offended by her stench.
When she was fairly confident that she could hold herself together and not burst into tears, she phoned Mark and asked him to collect her from the station when her train got in from Southampton.
Of course, the long-term problem was that nothing they could do together could possibly match the intensity of this weekend. Sue feared (?) that she would be returning to the city again in the future.