Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 7

A couple of days later a Notice of Meeting arrived from the club. The committee had arranged a boat trip for Sunday 25 July. It was to be a boat trip on Morton Bay. Derek and Isobel have business interests in tourism, which included a charter boat. Isobel actually ran the business while Derek conducted a legal practice. It had been arranged that all members would board the boat at 8:00 am at a mooring in the Manly boat harbour. Derek had asked David and Richard to meet him at the Marina on Bribie Island where the boat was normally moored on the Saturday to help him sail her to the Manly Marina ready for boarding on Sunday. The three men would sleep overnight on board. Karen would meet Isobel at her house and the two girls would drive to Hamilton and meet their men on her boat.

Karen felt strange on that Sunday morning setting out alone to meet another woman and to rendezvous with a boat for a day of activities which both entranced and terrified her. On previous occasions she had had the reassuring presence of Richard beside her. With him sailing down from Bribie she had spent a lonely night in nervous anticipation of the day that lay ahead.

She was also disappointed not to have had Richard's company on the Saturday night. Since joining the club, they had set aside Saturday nights as a special night for their own private discipline sessions. To be more precise, they were Karen's private discipline sessions since it was always she who was restrained and it was she who took the strokes, clampings or stretchings of whatever it was that Richard choose to use on her - and she had come to love it. Richard had become very creative in devising new devices with which to restrain her and there seemed a never ending choice of instruments of torture with which to tease her once suitably immobile. She was confident that the activities on the boat would more than compensate for her lonely Saturday night.

She arrived at Isobel's house slightly early. The coffee that Isobel offered was welcome and the two nervous women enjoyed the short discussion they had over coffee before setting out to meet the boat. Previously the club meetings had been for 2 to 3 hours in the evening, but today the activity was spread over a full day. From 8:00 am to well after dark when the boat was again to moor at Manly. They could only guess at the sorts of devilment the committee had arranged during their day cruise around Morton Bay. Isobel, who had not yet put on a show, still had all three balls with her name in the jar. Karen, thanks to her affair with the ants last month, now had two balls available for selection. Despite the fact that she had only two thirds the chance of being selected for a show as the beautiful friend who sat beside her as they drove, Karen still felt the same surge of excitement as they neared their destination.

She parked under a shady tree in the street near the marina and the two girls walked to the gate where they met Terry and Maria who let them in with their security key. It was then that they discovered that Terry and Maria also owned a boat that was permanently moored at the marina. Following Maria's directions they found their way to the visitors wharf where Isobel's boat the MV Bay Venture was just tying up.

Most of the other members were waiting to board. The three wives were the first to be helped aboard to greet their husbands as the other members made their way aboard carrying various bags, hats, jumpers, eskies etc. Ann had a large leather suitcase that seemed out of place amongst the other brightly coloured luggage but no one was in any doubt as to its contents.

After a short delay waiting for Alex and Nicole who had rung Derek on their mobile phone to say that they were running a bit late since they had become lost in the unfamiliar streets of Manly the ropes were cast off and the outing had begun.

It was a typical July day in Brisbane. The sky was blue and whilst the air was still slightly chill at this time of morning there was the promise of a warm and pleasant day ahead. With such a delightful day on a beautiful boat with the whole of Morton Bay at their disposal everyone in the group was in high spirits.

The plan was to sail to St Helena Island where they would moor and explore the ruins of the old penal settlement. Later, they would have lunch on board while they sailed to the Blue Hole which is a natural deep hole just off the dunes of Morton Island. The Blue Hole is not accessible at low tide but this would not pose a problem since it will be almost high tide when they planed to arrive at about 5:30 PM. They will have a light dinner on board in the calm waters of the Hole and then play games as they sail back to Manly. Derek said that they would get back there about Midnight.

It was a great opportunity for members of the club to get to know each other. The girls got together in small groups as did the men. Although there were frequent mixed groups forming from time to time as the voyage progressed as well. Most interesting of all was the opportunity members had to talk to committee members in a relaxed atmosphere about the types of shows they would like to see or perform in. Some of the girls were able to talk about some of the things they especially liked or were particularly opposed to.

Suzanne and Ann who were both committee members were both talking together. Karen took this opportunity to talk to them about something that had been puzzling her. At first she asked them what it was like being on the committee. Both girls agreed that there were advantages and disadvantages. It was not good knowing what was in store for them as each activity came up but it was fun being involved in the planning of each event. Often one of the committee ladies was asked to test what ever restraint was to be used and each was asked to say how she felt about what would be done to her in the show being planned. Suzanne described how the committee was very concerned about using the ants at the last meeting. Eventually it was decided that each committee member should experience the bite of an ant on a sensitive part of their body before making the decision to go ahead. She said how bizarre it had been subsequently to see each lady offering a nipple to be stung and each man exposing his penis for the head to be stung. It was a very aroused committee who then quickly voted "yes" and hurried home to have their acutely sensitive organs taken care of.

Karen knew only too well what they meant and described to the committee the wonderful sex she had had for days after her "show" as the sensitivity from the bites gradually subsided. Then she mentioned how concerned she was that the committee might choose to cane one of the ladies on the breasts. It wasn't the pain that she was afraid of but she felt that anything that might cause bruising could be dangerous and possibly lead to lumps forming. It was a relief for her to hear that both ladies had agreed. Ann said that following a recommendation from Ross and herself the committee had agreed not to do anything which could have a long term effect or a dangerous effect. This applied even if the lady requested it. Since she had mentioned it, she was told that the committee had talked for sometime about the treatment of breasts and decided that the martinet, a light whip and even a soft tawse would be OK but canes and wooden paddles were not to be used. In other words anything that acted on the sensitive skin and nipples was in order but it must not bruise the soft tissue underneath. All the girls agreed that they would certainly not miss out on any pain from this decision but were happy that they would not suffer anything that might be harmful in the longer term.

Ann said that she felt that it was best if the committee did not say what limits on the activities the committee had decided upon, as the feeling of uncertainty was one of the most exciting aspects of the meetings. Karen agreed. Later she reflected to Richard how odd it had been for three girls to be able to discuss such an intimate and painful subject as breast whipping so dispassionately.

The boat arrived at St Helena Island and the group disembarked. Derek and Isobel remained on board and steered the vessel away from the small jetty to permit the other tour boats in the area to moor.

Their group, being relatively large and also as a result of Isobel having made prior arrangements, was met by a ranger from the National Parks and Wildlife Department who has responsibility for the care of the island. St Helena was a convict settlement with a brutal history every bit as harsh as the infamous island of Alcratraz in the USA. In fact, whilst some convicts managed to escape Alcratraz nobody lived to escape passed the guards and make it through the intensely shark infested waters surrounding St Helena.

Whether the Ranger noticed that he was asked many questions about the instruments of punishment used on the island (mostly by the girls curiously enough) he didn't show any sign of it. It was clear from his answers that there was no fun to be had on St Helena during those early convict days. On looking at the heavy brutal items of punishment and restraint used by the guards in those far off, days it was obvious that there was no comparison with the items used by the club.

The tour lasted about an hour and a half and by 1 o'clock they were back on the boat and enjoying the lunch that Isobel had skilfully prepared while they were ashore. Karen and Richard stood with arms around each others shoulders eating their sandwiches and sipping Moselle as the beautiful island with such a savage past disappeared astern.

The group enjoyed the next few hours laughing, chatting, sunbaking and resting while the two massive diesels of the MV Bay Venture forced her surging through the swell towards Tangalooma Island. The dolphins and turtles of the bay provided entertainment from time to time as did the crew of an RAAF F111 aircraft as it flew overhead at low altitude in a frightening display of speed and booming sound. No doubt the pilot and navigator of the aircraft would have been equally entertained by the group of ladies sunbaking topless or totally naked on the bow of the ship if they had seen them during the rapid fly over.

When they dropped anchor in the Blue Hole some of the group went ashore in the dingy to explore the dunes. Others swam in the water near the boat. John and Julie surprised everyone by going ashore in the dinghy and then stripped off and after folding up their clothes and putting them in a dry spot in bow of the dinghy, swam back to the boat. No one could estimate how far the boat was from the shore but it was an impressive swim both in distance and speed. Julie was panting heavily as she climbed the ladder up to the rear deck. Her firm breasts were heaving with nipples erect as she dried herself with a towel handed to her. Her wet blond hair seemed almost transparent. John was not even breathing heavily. His huge shoulders. small firm bottom, muscled stomach, large semi erect penis and broad grin drew every female eye on the boat like a magnet.

As the dusk settled, the group crowded into the large cabin of the boat and enjoyed a delightful seafood dinner. It was a rowdy happy occasion with much spirited conversation encouraged by the many bottles of fine Barossa Valley wine which Derek had obtained for the occasion. Everyone agreed that the day and the evening had been a wonderful opportunity for the club members to get to know each other.

As dinner came to an end with glasses of port and liqueur wine being handed around, Derek hoisted the anchor and the boat began her journey back to Manly harbour.

The conversation died with an audible groan as Ross walked in from the Bridge carrying the jar with the marbles inside.

"Well, boys and girls, we have a little item of business to attend to before we get home" he said. "The first thing we must do is to congratulate Karen for the brave show that she put on for us last month. Her encounter with the ants is something we will never forget "

"I won't forget it for a while either" Karen interjected. He then proceeded to give Karen a present on behalf of the club. Karen opened the package and found a can of Mortein inside. Much laughter followed and eventually Ross gave her the "real" present which was a delightful gold brooch in the shape of an ant with two beautiful diamonds as its eyes.

Karen laughed and said "Who chose this?"

Ann said "I did, I was in Myers and I saw it and thought you would like it" Karen agreed that it was lovely and said how nice it would be wearing it with only the club members knowing its special significance.

Eventually Ross continued with his announcements. "Tonight," he said, "we will be having a special contest." I am sure that you have all played Trivial Pursuit, well tonight two of our ladies will play but they will really want to get the questions right because, for every question each lady gets wrong she will receive one stroke of this tawse across her backside." He then held up the twin tailed instrument. "However it gets worse, he continued, "For each question that she gets wrong that is from a wedge square, remember that you must get six wedges during the game, she will receive one stroke from the cane across her bottom." He then held up the cane - it was about 5 mm in diameter and about one metre long. Every pair of female eyes followed its travel as he held it above his head and swished it down. "Finally, He said, "as you may remember you have to answer questions to finish the game, Well, for each of these questions that you get wrong, you will receive one stroke across the breasts with the martinet." Predictably this announcement was greeted with a series of groans and gasps. He produced the martinet and held it up. Karen recognised it as her martinet. Richard must have brought the instrument with its twelve thin leather strands on board the boat yesterday. She more than anyone knew the stinging pain that her little "toy" could impart especially when directed across ones softest skin.

He announced that he would be selecting two marbles from the jar tonight. Each lady selected would play the other. The game would be played with each lady naked. He then reached into the jar and pulled out the first marble. Karen like the other girls felt the surge of fear and its accompanying tingle of excitement pulsing through her. She felt the now familiar butterflies in her pussy and the moisture from the heightening sexual excitement she was experiencing.

"Marion" was all that Ross said. Marion, the oldest lady in the club, with her two children now at university gasped and covered her face with her hands. Scott her husband embraced her and then drew her hands away and kissed her. Very quietly and with great poise, she stepped into the centre of the large cabin and gracefully began to remove her clothes. This did not take long since all she was wearing was a loose floral blouse, a pair of shorts and panties. She was a delight to see naked. Her breasts were quite large and had lost some of their firmness but this made them sway beautifully. Her nipples were dark, small but prominent with the look of those who had fed two children. The surrounding aureoles were large and dark also. She was obviously a lady who had exercised and cared for her body and many a younger woman would hope to look like she did when she had reached her forties.

She stood proudly in her nakedness and chatted happily as members gathered around her kissing and hugging her. Eventually she went back and stood in front of Scott who put his arms around her and clasped his hands over her belly.

Ross then announced that he was selecting the second marble. Reaching into the jar, he withdrew the marble and said "Leonie."

Leonie screamed and whooped as if she had won the lotto. Jumping at Warren, her husband, she grabbed him around the neck and hooked her legs around his thighs. Were she not such a petite person she would have pulled him over. Turning up the music on the ships sound system, she danced to the centre of the room doing a flamboyant strip as she went. This involved removing her dress and twirling it above her head. Like Marion, she was braless also, so her breasts were immediately on display. They were small with large pink nipples and very firm. As she removed her panties, she threw them at Warren and then walked around the room proudly displaying her slim body her delightful blonde shoulder length hair swaying around her with the exaggerated movements of her body.. She kissed most of the men and took the hands of those who were shy and rubbed them over her breasts or between her legs. It was a most erotic display but one would expect such a flamboyant lady as Leonie to do something spectacular.

Soon a table was set up in the centre of the room. The board game was set up and each husband sat down to look after the game and ask the questions while each wife was able to wander around the room answering questions from where she stood. Leonie kept running back to the table to tell Warren where to move next while Marion just leant on the rail separating the lounge from the galley and concentrated on the questions. She relied on Scott to choose the plays.

It soon became clear that Marion had the better memory for trivia in fact Marion was obviously a very intelligent lady and could speak with a good deal of authority on most topics. She had scored a wedge for entertainment and another for Science and Nature before Leonie had any. The game lasted about forty five minutes before Marion had a full boat and was heading for the centre home square. Her boat landed four times on that last square before she got the correct answer and won the game.

Some of the husbands suggested that Leonie should play on until she also finished the game. Particularly since she had not gotten near the finish and earned any "tit shots" as Ross had called them. With only three wedges in her boat at that time it looked as though she would still be playing long after they had arrived back at Manly. Moreover by that time she would have so many wrong answers the penalty strokes would be in the hundreds.

Marion interrupted the discussion which had started to become quite lively but good natured. "I have a suggestion" she said "I want to put on a show too, what if both of us were punished - then everyone would be happy"

This was a brave move by Marion. The score of penalties by the end of the game was: Leonie , 29 with the tawse and 15 with the cane. Marion, if her exemption as winner was overturned had a penalty score of 21 with the tawse, 18 with the cane and 4 with the martinet. It was rather unfair since as the winner Marion was spending more time trying for wedges and finishing while Leonie did not move around the board as much so she mostly accumulated tawse strokes.

It was obvious that Marion was highly aroused and wanted to do a show and no amount of penalty strokes would worry her - even the dreaded martinet strokes to her large breasts. In fact both girls had the tell tale pink blush on their necks, ears and their upper breasts along with erect nipples. So it was decided to continue. Each lady would have her hands bound together and attached to a hook in the ceiling. The tawseing would be done first, then the caning and finally Marion would taste the martinet.

Ross produced two lengths of soft rope and carefully tied each lady's wrists together. Isobel assisted by tying a loop in the remaining rope and pulling each pair of wrists to the hook in the ceiling. It was obvious from her knowledge of exactly what the best procedure was that she was no stranger to the hook herself.

Thus they were hung. Face to face and heels slightly off the ground with naked breasts and bellies pushing together. The two ladies kissed each other both happy to have the other to share in her bondage and swaying gently to the surge of the boat.

Peter and Terry were each given a tawse by Ross and took up position behind each lady. Terry stood behind Leonie and Peter behind Marion. Just as they were positioning themselves, Leonie called out "Can I make a request?"

Ross replied "Yes, but whether we grant it is something else."

"Can we each have the same?" she gasped.

Marion nodded her head in obvious agreement.

"Are you both sure of this? said Ross.

Each lady nodded vigorously and whispered "yes!."

"No problem" said Ross.

"OK! - Tawse time" said Terry. "Twenty Nine strokes, Let's do it in five groups of five with a group of four sizzlers at the end, Peter, You go first."

Marion visibly tensed the muscles of her bum, and her body stiffened. Leonie, in such intimate contact with her could feel the movements of her body almost as much as if it were she who was about to take the stinging impact.

The tawse is a noisy thing, and the crack as it impacted Marion's cringing flesh made every lady present wince. Marion closed her teeth against her bottom lip and hissed as she sucked in a short gasp between her teeth. Her body jumped involuntarily as the impact of the blow turned to a short sharp sting which rapidly changed to a dull heat.

Leonie felt Marion's breathing become faster and deeper as she waited to feel the broad leather crash into her waiting bum.

She was not to wait very long and again she bucked and gasped to the resounding clap of thick leather against her soft cheeks.

By the fifth stroke she was moaning gently and grunting loudly with each impact.

Soon it was Leonie's turn. She felt as though she had already had five strokes already such was the intimate contact she had experienced as her friend had danced to the noisy kiss of the tawse. Ross nodded to Terry and seconds later it was Leonie's turn to jump to the impact of the Leather. She shrieked for the first of many times that night.

Forty minutes later two women hung together each bathed in both their own sweat and that of the other, gently kissing each other. Each was flushed pink from face to feet from the effects of shame, pain and fear. Both ladies breathing deeply and moaning as they fought to come to deal with the burning pain in their deep red buttocks.

They were left to hang for about fifteen minutes while other guests were encouraged to massage the burning halves and slide their hands between the sweaty bodies and feel the wet pussies and protuberant breasts. Suzanne offered to rub ice over each burning bottom.

Marion shook her head vigorously and exclaimed "No! - cane hurts on a cold bum -eighteen still to go"

Leonie wished that her friend had not mentioned the cane strokes. She was barely coping with the fire in her buttocks and the pain shooting with increasing frequency and severity through her arms and shoulders as they stretched above her head. It made no difference and soon Ross appeared with two canes.

He gave one to Daryl and one to John. John was a fearsome figure with a cane in his hand. His short muscular iron-man frame indicated a strength which filled both ladies with a fear causing a deep throb and an even greater juicy wetness in their vaginas. John was unaware of this and casually stood behind Leonie flexing the cane in his hands. Daryl looked meaningfully at his wife Suzanne as he took up his position behind Marion. It was clear to anyone looking at Suzanne's lovely face that she was well aware of the agonising kiss of the cane that was about to cut into Leonie whose lovely red bottom was clenching before him.

Ross nodded, John struck and Leonie howled.

John wasted no time and before she could draw breath, another searing stroke bit into her. As the remaining four strokes crashed into her, she gasped "Oh!, Oh!, Oh!" with each rapid breath breaking into a full throated scream with each stroke.

Soon it was Marion's turn. Daryl soon showed that muscles were not everything. He had a wrist flick that sent the rattan whistling into Marion's sensitive flesh and causing her to involuntarily thrust her hips forward, lifting Leonie's feet off the ground. She yelled. It was a cry of pain but not of surprise. Marion was no stranger to the cane. However, she never got used to that first searing impact and the burning hot line across the buttocks and the deep pain suffusing into her stomach and legs. She never got used to the itching sensitivity in her clitoris and her surrounding labia. An itching that became deeper as each stroke turned her body to a shaking surging mindless thing of pain. And she loved it.

Leonie watched and felt her friend building up in ecstasy with each stroke. Panting as she hung, she still felt the burning in her bottom but she was becoming aware of a sensitivity in her own body that was awakening an understanding of what Marion was experiencing. Moments later all thought was driven from her mind as John delivered the first of her next six strokes. The pain did not surprise her any more and she gave herself to it. She found herself waiting for each impact. She heard screaming ringing in her ears but was only vaguely aware that the screams were hers. Each stroke hurt her terribly but she thrust her bottom towards the searing pain and rode it as it surged through her body.

The strokes went on as each lady took her turn to writhe and scream as they each took alternate blocks of six strokes. The masochistic streak in all the ladies present was aroused as they watched two of their friends making uninhibited sexual sounds as the canes thrilled then on and on towards orgasm.

By the time Marion had taken a dozen strokes, her inner upper legs were wet with a mix of her most intimate secretions and sweat. Everyone in the crowded cabin was aware of the deeply arousing odour of hot female juices.

Two more strokes and she went over the edge. Her body writhed wildly with her sensitive nipples rubbing and bouncing against those of her companion in pain. She shrieked as her inner muscles contracted and her legs went weak leaving her wriggling like a newly hooked fish, delighting in the orgasm surging through her body.

Leonie was clearly aroused as she hung panting after the eighteenth stroke bit into her. She rode her friend through her orgasmic wriggling and was obviously ready to take the next phase of her punishment.

Ross produced the martinet and waved its strands in the air and combing them with his fingers to ensure that they were not knotted together. Both ladies were lifted free of each other and placed back to back. With their hands still above their heads each lady was forced to thrust her breasts forward. Marion's breasts were large and her nipples and aureole were deep purple in colour. Leonie's small breasts thrust forward and her disproportionately large nipples appeared a most vulnerable target for the awesome looking martinet. Both pairs of breasts were heaving and glistening with sweat as each lady stood panting.

Derek took the martinet and kissed Leonie gently on the lips while gently rolling each swollen nipple between his fingers. He stood back and struck. Leonie screamed and again started moaning as she panted. Derek kissed her again and as he again started massaging her sore breasts her feelings overtook her and she was overcome by the maelstrom of sensations flooding her body and she was driven to the first orgasm she had ever experienced brought about from pain. Shame and pain surged through her writhing body. Derek knew what he was doing and she soon felt the stinging strands again spreading across her chest and breasts like the tentacles of a jelly fish. She didn't know that there were thin red lines across her breasts crossing her thrusting nipples. She didn't know that her body was pink and sweaty with pain and lust. She and the pain were alone in the world and it was surging through her with each stroke. Rubbing her thighs together she squealed as each surge of delight convulsed from her hyper sensitive clit and labia into the depths of her body.

Then it was Marion's turn.

Marion was satiated with feeling. Her orgasm had left her totally relaxed. She watched Derek position himself ready to strike, then closed her eyes and thrust her breasts forward. She sighed nosily as the strands whistled into her proud globes. Not flinching she offered herself to the remaining three strokes letting the pain flow through her body and keep alive the delicious sensitivity in her belly. After the last stroke she opened her eyes and looked languidly at Derek and gently whispered "Thank You"

Derek then untied the ladies wrists and each fell into the loving arms of her waiting partner.

Karen and Richard like the other members present were awestruck with the display that they had seen. Karen was no stranger to the erotic bliss that can come with a whipping but she had never climaxed like Marion had done from the pain alone. To watch her friends driven to orgasm and to see Marion take the most painful whipping a woman can experience with such calm had left her hot with desire.

There were two bunks below deck. These were normally provided for patrons of the cruise boat who needed first aid or medical attention. Leonie and Marion were escorted to these bunks accompanied by their obviously excited husbands and Isobel, the gracious hostess that she was, showed then the way and made them both comfortable.

Most couples made their way outside and cuddled together in the cool air as the MV Bay Venture made its way in the cool night air towards the Manly Harbour.