Diary of Carolyn

DIARY OF CAROLYN

Chapter Twelve

Copyright 1997

Skull Duggery

This is a work of fiction

Again, it took a few tries to get the correct up motion of the whip working with any accuracy. This time however, I practiced on Kristen. In fact, she began bitching again and I was forced to reapply the tape. Hey, don't blame me, remember, she asked me to do this. In fact, she bitched me out for not doing it correctly. Besides, high executioners aren't supposed to have to listen to their victims bitch and complain.

With my victim silenced, I was better able to concentrate on the task at hand. Kristen's pubic hair was almost as thick as mine so I had to get the end of the whip to snap rather hard to get the desired effect. That was to get her to dance each time I found my mark. Actually, I was very impressed that she was able to dance as well as she was. After all, she had been hanging from her wrists for an hour now, and was still able to pull herself up to where her head would hit the beam whenever I would get a good snap directly on her labia or clit. Not bad for a ninety pound girl.

I moved around to Kristen's back side. My aim was really improving as I applied a few well placed lashes that snapped at her swollen clit. She instinctively pulled herself up with each stab of pain. I moved back to her front. I let loose with several hard strokes that drove their way through her thick bush, stinging her most tender flesh. I was wearing her down. I could see it was becoming harder and harder to pull herself away from the stinging whip. It was all she could do to get enough air through her nostrils as her chest heaved in and out. I tore the tape from her lips so she could breath easier as I continued to lay the whip deep into her labia. Every muscle in her petite body shook with exhaustion as she tried to thrust her vagina to meet the oncoming whip. Every part of her naked skin was now glistening with perspiration as she screamed with pleasure with every crack of the whip. The more she screamed, the harder I laid it on. Even when I could see small spatters of blood appearing on her inner thighs, I didn't stop. I too was covered with sweat and almost out of breath when Kristen finally climaxed.

Her screams of pleasure and pain turned into moans of satisfaction as her body slowly became limp from total exhaustion. I threw down the whip and collapsed to the ground jerking myself off with both hands while I watched her limp, sweat soaked body hang in complete exhaustion. The sight of her hanging there made me so hot I quickly lapsed into one gigantic orgasm after another. What a day this had been!

I think I was still in orgasmic heaven when I realized Kristen was still suspended from the beam. As exhausted as I was it took all my remaining strength to hoist her up enough for her to unhook from the beam. What I didn't expect, was her to collapse on top of me knocking us both to the ground. I did manage, after a couple of tries, to roll her off me. It actually felt good for awhile just laying in the dirt reliving what I had done.

Unfortunately, having worked up such a sweat, I soon began to get a serious chill. I went into the pump house and forced myself to wash off with the icy well water. Kristen was coming around, so I brought her inside and introduced her to the well. She called me everything nasty she could think of when I doused her with a bucket of cold water. I know that dumping cold water on your naked body when it's only fifty degrees may not be real smart, but when you've walked for an hour with twigs, leaves and other forest debris stuck in every body orifice, you would really rather be cold.

We shook off as much of the water as we could and then decided to stay inside the pump house until we dried off. Kristen was definitely the worse for wear. Until now, I hadn't been fully aware of just how much abuse I had inflicted on the poor girl. She was covered with red welts from her shoulders to her knees. I felt like dog shit and tried to apologize but she told me not to worry about it. She told me that I gave her just what she asked for and that she really got off on it. I had to admit to her that for however much she got off by taking it, I got off just as much, if not more, by giving it to her. She did however, make me promise to swap places the next time.

Air drying on a cool autumn day in Indiana is at best time consuming. It is also extremely uncomfortable, actually bone-chilling, especially if you are nude. You could throw a cat through the wall almost anywhere in that broken down old pump house so it offered only marginal shelter at best. Kristen and I embraced our naked bodies trying to get as much warmth as possible. It wasn't much. Eventually we dried off and started back towards home. We started out jogging but after only a short distance Kristen had to stop.

Heh, heh. I guess the high executioner had given her a little too much of a pussy whipping.

I may have thought this humorous at the time but, it wasn't to far into the future when I would be laughing out the other side of my face. I had her set on an old log so I could see how bad it really was. She didn't appear to be bleeding but she did wince several times as I worked my way through her thick pubic hair trying to get a better look. I couldn't see any open wounds, but her poor labia and clit were fire engine red. It looked like our only choice was to walk as I knew there was nothing we could do to ease her pain until we got home.

It was a long walk back to the edge of the woods. At least I was only cold. Poor Kristen was not only cold but I could see the agony in her face with every step. It made me wince just thinking of her raw inflamed labia rubbing together with each step, but she never complained. Finally the edge of the woods was in sight.

As we made the last few steps to where we had hidden our clothes, I wanted nothing more than to cover my freezing body. However, I helped Kristen get her clothes on first. It was like being paroled from a life sentence it felt so good as we got inside my nice warm house. I helped Kristen up to my room. We then shed our clothes and crawled under the covers of my bed. Kristen lay on her side with her back to me and I put my arms around her and hugged her shivering body as tightly as I could. It wasn't long before we were both sound asleep.

It was dark when we finally awoke. Neither of us had changed position from when we fell asleep hours ago. I turned on the lamp beside my bed and then saw that Kristen had tears in her eyes. When I asked her what was wrong her answer almost started me crying. "I'm all right," she said, "I'm just so happy here with you. It feels so good to feel your body next to mine." I had to choke back the tears as I thought about the abuse I had given her and how much I had enjoyed doing it. Then, for her to say what she just did, was breaking my heart.

I didn't want her to see me start crying so I went to draw us a warm bath. I managed to swallow the lump in my throat while the tub was filling up. Poor Kristen was so sore it was all she could do to get to the bath tub. I helped her into the warm water then eased myself in the opposite end facing her. We then alternated between soaking and washing each other until we finally ran out of hot water. Kristen lay back on my bed while I went to get some lotion to put on her welted skin. I couldn't believe I had done this to her. I returned with a bottle of skin lotion determined to give Kristen the best massage she had ever had. I had her lay first on her stomach. I started with her feet and then moved slowly up her legs making sure to spend extra time on the places where the whip had left welts. All together it took me a good half hour just to do her back. I then had her roll over exposing her front. This time I started at the top. I massaged the lotion carefully into her arms working my way down to her neck and shoulders. I knew my efforts were paying off by the totally relaxed look on her pretty little face. Kristen let out a gentle sigh as I started massaging her firm breasts. I continued to massage her breasts with my fingers while gently using my thumbs to play with her stiff nipples. I moved my massage away from her tits only after I noticed her hips start to gyrate from the arousal.

I was amazed at how well the lotion was working. Actually, although I never told Kristen, the lotion I was using was some stuff my dad had got from the veterinary supply. I believe it's original intent was soothe the effects of mastitis on cow's teats. No matter, it worked well on people too. I spent the next thirty minutes or so massaging her stomach, sides and legs. I was intentionally leaving her pubic area for last.

Kristen looked like she had fallen asleep so I pulled out one of her long pubic hairs. "Ouch!" she yelped and gave me a puzzled look. "I just wanted to make sure you were awake to enjoy this." I told her. Kristen assured me she was feeling every bit of the pleasure I was giving her. Giving Kristen this massage was the first time I had really been able to closely check out her young body. For her small size she was actually quite muscular. The fact she had been able to hang by her wrists while being whipped for nearly one and a half hours and still have the strength to lift herself up by her arms attested to that. Her breasts were slightly larger than a small watermelon and incredibly firm. If they remained that way throughout her life I'm sure she would have to defend the fact they weren't artificial many times. Her skin was flawless, with the exception of the temporary damage done to her today, from head to toe. I had saved Kristen's pubic area until last for a reason. I had never made love with another girl until Kristen made love to me. Until then, I also had never considered burying my face in another girl's crotch. Even so, the idea of tasting Kristen's vaginal juices had been on my mind since the time she did me. I now had the chance to find out what it would be like, and I didn't want her flavored with skin lotion.

Kristen's pubic hair was incredibly soft. I started by slowly kissing around the edges of her incredibly beautiful bush moving the thick hair aside with my fingers so my lips would contact the soft skin of her inner thighs. Sensing what I was up to, Kristen opened her legs exposing herself to me completely. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this. I continued to alternately kiss and lick all around her pubic bush. Sometimes I would use the tip of my tongue to work through her hair and touch her skin. At others, I would just lick her bush with the flat of my tongue. Perhaps it was just the new experience, but I liked the feel of her soft pubic hair on my tongue. Kristen jerked a bit when I rubbed my nose across her clitoris. I had expected there to be more odor, but in fact, any smell was barely detectable. I wonder why the boys were always talking about fish? What odor there was, smelled good to me. What about her taste? Thus far I had avoided licking any of her juice. I knew what I tasted like from licking my finger after masturbating, but, would she taste the same? It was time to find out. I glanced up. By the way Kristen was playing with her nipples, I could see she was getting into this as well. I put the tip of my tongue at the base of her slit. I was careful to avoid her anus as tasting shit had not been any part of my fantasy. I have heard that it isn't bad but I was content to take whoever said that at their word. Kristen began to raise and lower her hips as I slowly worked my tongue upward. Surprisingly, there was very little taste considering the amount of vaginal juice she was pumping out. I buried my tongue as far inside her as I could. This pushed her on button. She let out a loud moan and bucked her pelvic bone into my nose to where I saw stars. Nonetheless, I kept working my tongue in and out as Kristen came closer and closer to climax. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I kept licking and poking with my tongue, then every so often I would lick across her clit, making her shudder with pleasure. All this was getting me so horny, I started fingering myself at the same time. Finally, when I figured Kristen was just about to cum, I sucked the whole of her clit into my mouth. She let out a scream of pleasure and then her whole body stiffened with orgasm. I rolled onto my back and with one hard squeeze of my own clitoris, joined her in that far away land of orgasmic ecstasy.

We both lay for awhile enjoying the feeling before saying anything to each other. My mind was racing with thoughts of everything that had happened that day. The one thing that made me the most uneasy was how much I had enjoyed whipping Kristen. I had long ago accepted the fact I was turned on by inflicting pain on myself, but today had shown me another side of myself that I wasn't sure I liked. Even though it was what Kristen had wanted, the feeling of power that was going through me as I cracked that whip across her naked body was scary. I felt as if I wasn't in total control of myself. I actually felt rage, yet I wasn't angry. I had never been whipped, or, tasted the lash, as they say and I wondered what it would be like when I did. Would Kristen get pleasure from making me scream with pain? It would be a fortnight before I would find out.

I was a little worried when Kristen didn't show up in school on Monday. It wasn't like her to miss school. Hmmm, maybe I only think she just skips school to be with me. Then again, maybe her parents spotted the welts I left on her and kept her home. Oh Shit. What if she broke down and told them what happened. I was imagining myself into a cold sweat. I started seeing visions of my Dad and hers showing me a picture of Kristen's welted body and asking "Do you know anything about this? Are you responsible for this cruel act of sadism? Well, Carolyn, are you, are you?" I ran into the girl's room and splashed some water on my face. I had almost scared the shit out of myself with my imaginary panic attack. I knew it was all in my mind. Still, I listened for my name to come over the loudspeaker.

I listened for it all day, but my name was never called. I tossed the idea of calling Kristen's house back and forth between yes and no all the way home that afternoon. I figured if she was out getting her licks and lashes with someone else, that was her business, but what if something was wrong. If there was something wrong, did I really want to know about it? I thought again of what I had imagined earlier, but I saw Kristen before she left my house on Saturday morning, and the welts had almost completely faded away. I wondered if she was sick. I decided to call as soon as I got home. Kristen's mother answered the phone. I asked if Kristen was home and her mother hesitated a moment and then said "Just a minute, I'll see." and I heard her lay the phone down. A couple of minutes went by when a boy's voice came over the phone asking who I was. This phone call was getting weird. Another couple minutes passed and then a man, her father, I guess, got on the phone. "Who is this?" the voiced asked. "This is Carolyn, Kristen's friend from school." I replied. "What do you want Kristen for?" he then asked. "Oh, nothing special, I just wanted to talk." "What about?" he asked. I didn't want to let on she missed school in case she had skipped so I only said "Oh, just some stuff, nothing important." "She's busy." was all he said before hanging up on me. Maximum weirdness. I toyed with the idea of going to her house but decided against it. Her family actually scared me. They sort of reminded me of want to be homicidal maniacs just waiting for someone to play with. I'd rather it not be me.

I was relieved to see Kristen in school the next day. When I asked her about Monday she only gave some vague answer that she had to do some stuff for her mom. When I told her about the conversation, if you could call it that, with her Dad, all she said was "Oh, just wait till you get to know him, it'll be worse." It was pretty clear she didn't want to talk about whatever it was, so I left it alone.

The rest of the week passed with no major incidents of any kind. I hadn't been able to figure what was up with Kristen and I became even more curious on Thursday. I had pretty much assumed she would come to my house Friday night, but when I asked her about it she told me she was sorry but she was going to be busy all weekend. No other explanation. Actually, it turned out just as well, as I ended up spending the weekend at the Ohio State Fair with my Father having a wonderful time. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about Kristen. I would however, have all my questions answered in the not so distant future and be wishing I never asked.