Diary of Carolyn

DIARY OF CAROLYN

Chapter Thirteen

Copyright 1997

Skull Duggery

This is a work of fiction

This particular year we ended up with the annual Thanksgiving vacation during the third week of November. Kristen seemed to have gotten over whatever problem she was having and to my surprise and delight, she asked if she could spent a couple of vacation days at my house. I suggested Monday and Tuesday as I was anxious for some private time with her. The only thing I was a little concerned with was that she had made it clear that it was my turn to feel the whip.

The doorbell brought me out of a sound sleep on Monday morning. Still half asleep I was trying to think who could be here at five thirty in the morning. Hell, it was still dark outside. I crawled out of bed and put on my bathrobe. The bell rang twice more before I got to the door. To my amazement, it was Kristen. She was totally out of breath and wearing only a tee shirt and jeans with her backpack hanging on one shoulder. She explained between breaths that she had to get out of her house before her dad woke up but wouldn't elaborate any more than that. My curiosity was on maximum but I didn't press her any further about it. Kristen looked pretty cold so I suggested we jump into my bed for awhile. Kristen wasted no time in taking me up on it.

We spent the next couple of hours snuggling naked under my blanket. Kristen seemed unusually loving considering she had just ran the better part of seven miles getting here. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. I only wished I'd gone to the bathroom before we started making love. Before I knew it, she kicked the covers off and got herself into a sixty-nine position with me. She started rubbing her pubic hair in my face all the while furiously licking mine. The more she licked the more my bladder began to ache. I kept on licking her juice and darting my tongue in and out of her vagina trying to ignore my now burning bladder. Finally Kristen started to cum. Soon after, so did I.

I felt as if I would loose control of my urine at any second as I started to slide out of the bed. "Where are you going?" Kristen asked. "I gotta piss right now." was all I could say as I started for the bathroom. Before I knew what was happening, Kristen jumped in front of me blocking my way. "No you don't." she said. "You're my slave today and you'll go to the bathroom when I tell you and not before." Shit. I did vaguely remember agreeing to be her slave, but I thought she only meant it was my turn with the whip. "But you don't understand," I told her as I danced from one foot to the other trying to hold it in, "I'm gonna piss right here on the floor if you don't let me go."

"Okay," she replied, "but as my slave you will have to do something for me first."

"Make you cum?" she wanted me to bring her to another climax before she would let me piss! I wasn't sure I liked this slave bullshit. Oh well, I did agree to it, I hope she cums real fast. Having thought I was going to relieve myself had made my situation even worse. My bladder now throbbed unmercifully as I climbed back up on the bed. To make things worse, Kristen insisted on another sixty nine, this time with me on top. I was quietly begging that I could get her off quickly as I painfully moved into position. Why the fuck was I letting this little bitch give me orders? I might have asked her that if not for remembering the beating I gave her last time. Besides, in a way I guess I asked for it when I agreed to be her slave for a day.

That little saying of my Dad's came to mind again. You know, brain in gear before dumping clutch, yea, that one.

I began licking Kristen's already wet pubic hair. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing but Kristen, for some reason, seemed to be trying everything she could think of to agitate my already painful bladder. I did everything I could think of to bring her to orgasm for what seemed like hours before she finally started to cum. As she started to cum, she buried her face in my crotch and wrapped her arms around my back and started to squeeze. I felt like I would explode. I dug my fingers into the bedspread gritted my teeth against the knife-like pains tearing through my tortured bladder. Finally she released her grip and I literally dove from the bed. I could feel the hot piss spraying on my legs as I straddled the toilet. I wondered to myself as I sat there if Kristen knew just how close she had come to me pissing all over her face. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd almost say that was what she was trying to make me do.

After we both had a shower I suggested we have breakfast before we do anything else. I also told Kristen she could cook the bacon. Sometimes personal revenge can be so sweet. Kristen knew little about cooking so I emphasized she should cook the bacon on high and stand close and don't let it burn. I also made sure to wash the bacon well so there would be plenty of moisture to cause plenty of little hot grease spatters. Sometimes I am so bad I could just hate myself, that is, if I didn't have so much fun at it.

Breakfast was great, although the bacon was a bit under cooked. Kristen insisted we go to the pump house. She was determined that I get my turn to be under the lash, so to speak, and this was going to be the day. I believe if it wasn't for that feeling of guilt I had for enjoying whipping her so much, I would have refused. Although it hadn't snowed yet this year, it was most definitely winter and damn cold outside. Too damn cold to be wandering around the woods in the nude. I agreed to go to the pump house, and she could do whatever she wanted, but I was keeping my clothes on until we got there.

"You know," Kristen said as we started across the field, "you're supposed to be my slave today. If I told you to get naked right here you're supposed to obey me."

"Don't press your luck." I replied feeling a little irritated at her attitude. I didn't really mind playing the part of her slave, but it would be a cold day in hell before I would do it for real. Besides, I didn't here her complaining about the coat I loaned her. The temperature wasn't terribly cold, about thirty I guessed, but there was a good stiff breeze out of the north east that made it feel much colder. At any rate it was cold enough that I didn't want to spend any more time naked than was necessary.

The closer we got to the pump house the more I thought about my upcoming ordeal. It bothered me that Kristen was so adamant about doing this today. I did trust her, at least I thought I did, but I also knew I would be helpless and totally at her mercy once I was hanging naked from that beam. I also had to consider that when she was hanging naked from the beam, she was at my mercy. Still, I felt like I was marching to my own execution.

The cold wind made the idea of taking my clothes off less and less appealing as we came into sight of the old pump house. Also, not wanting to suffer this alone, I insisted that Kristen be nude as well. Although I had kept her hanging for an hour and a half, and I was sure she intended to make me suffer at least as long as I did her, I hoped being completely nude she wouldn't be able to stand the cold that long. Hell, I wasn't sure I could stand it that long. I mean, I had on jeans, a sweatshirt and a fur lined wind breaker and I was already cold. I could always look at the bright side, maybe she forgot the whip. Not. Well, at least we wouldn't have to spend an hour getting back to our clothes when this was over.

As I stood naked and shivering in the pump house waiting for Kristen to finish tying my wrists together, it occurred to me that either of us should be eligible for a lifetime membership at the state funny farm. I became certain of it as I stepped outside and the wind cut across my naked skin like a million tiny razor blades. As I felt Kristen's firm breasts pressing on my stomach as she hoisted me up I knew I couldn't be crazy. I must like what I'm doing, otherwise why would I be getting so wet between my legs. After all, what could be a more natural turn on than hanging naked in the freezing wind waiting to be horse whipped?

I was waiting for Kristen to tie my ankles to a spreader stick when realized she had a different plan. She also caught me by surprise when I was about to protest this new plan as she slapped a piece of sticky duct tape across my mouth. Mmmmmfp. So much for verbal protests. All I could do was watch as she tied a long piece of rope to each of my ankles. She then tied the first rope to the base of a small nearby tree stretching my leg out and pulling me off to one side. It was now clear to me what she was doing, and I'm not sure I liked it. She repeated this with the other leg and pulled until my feet were a good four feet apart. It wasn't so bad that my legs were spread, except the way she had tied them also pulled down, effectively increasing the strain on my arms and shoulders. That little word, trust, kept popping into my mind as I hung naked and gagged with my legs stretched between two trees. If it had been a mistake to trust Kristen, I could end up in deep shit. That thought left me as the first lash gave me something else to think about.

It became immediately obvious to me that Kristen had used this whip before. It was also apparent that there was much about this girl I didn't know. As long as we had been classmates I couldn't recall her being close with any of the other girls like she now was with me. Yet, I was sure I was far from the first to feel that whip of hers. She methodically worked her way first up one leg, then the other. It was no mistake the way she had tied my legs, as unlike I did with her, she left me no way to recoil from the blows. Even worse, my icy-cold skin made the pain much more severe than it normally would have been. By the time she was satisfied she had given sufficient attention to my legs they felt like they were on fire. Then she started on my upper body. She really knew how to use that whip. I was barely able to stand the pain as she worked her way up onto my rib cage but when she started on my breasts I thought I would go out of my mind. She placed the first lash so that the tip snapped at my right nipple. It made my entire breast explode with pain. Before I could recover I felt my other tit explode with even more intense pain. This was too much. I tried to tell her to stop but my screams couldn't get out. She gave me four more and then stopped. I had never even imagined pain like this. The screaming pain in my arms and shoulders was nothing compared to the searing fire left by the whip. Tears poured down my cheeks as I screamed in vain from my gagged mouth for her to let me down. What was she doing now? I could hear her working the old pump inside. Gawd, what was she, thirsty?

It seemed like forever before Kristen finally came back out. At first I couldn't figure what she had been doing then I noticed the water dripping from the whip. Why would she put water on the whip? Although my body felt as if it were on fire, I was sure the whip hadn't been. "You doing okay?" Kristen asked in a mocking sort of way. I tried to tell her "Hell no! Get me the fuck down from here!" but I could only make muffled sounds through the duct tape. "That's great," she mocked again, "because I'm going to show how a real pussy whipping feels." I began to realize why the whip was wet.

Kristen went around behind me to where I couldn't see her. She cracked the whip in the air and it sounded like a gun shot. I started to feel like I was going to shit myself from the fear of what I knew was coming. I was in no way prepared for what came next. Kristen let the whip snap my clit on the first swing. I don't think it would have hurt any more if she had torn it from me with red hot pliers. She then laid five more deep in my vaginal lips before coming around to where I could see her. If I hadn't been so well restrained, I'm sure my pain dance would have put Fred Astaire to shame. The little bitch then started whipping my pussy from the front. I screamed so much I couldn't even hear myself anymore. She must have kept this up until I finally passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up still screaming, untied and inside the pump house with Kristen wiping my forehead with a damp cloth.

I was no longer in control of myself. I belted her square in the nose, knocking her to the other side of the room. I had never been a fighter or scrapper but all of my pain somehow turned into a rage of which I had no control. Before Kristen had time to understand what was happening, I was on top of her punching and kicking her in a violent fit of rage the likes of which I'd never felt before or even to this day. I had her beaten half into unconsciousness and was well on the way to completing the job when she started screaming and crying, "Please, no more, Daddy, please don't hit me anymore."

My rage left me as fast as it had came. All the little pieces of the puzzle were coming together. I went from a fit of rage to a fit of crying as the meaning of what she said in her half conscious state sunk into my brain. I started to feel sick as I looked at her curled up on the floor, shaking all over with blood dripping from her nose and mouth. I felt lower than a bug and prayed someone would step on me. I tried to help her up but she just kicked at me and told me to leave her alone. I couldn't really tell if it was more from anger or embarrassment that she refused my help, but it was plain I should leave her alone for awhile. I covered her with her clothes and both jackets, then put on my jeans and sweatshirt and went outside to think while I waited to see what Kristen was going to do. I was cold and sore but there was no way this side of hell I was going to leave Kristen here alone.

My brain was rolling with imagined scenarios of what Kristen's life was really like. It was obvious to me that her father beat her, but to what extent? Other than stern words, I couldn't remember a time when my dad, well, other than a spanking or two, ever lifted a hand to me. I wondered if there was more to it than beatings. Kristen had learned to use that whip somewhere. Had she learned from him? What a thought.

I'm not sure how long I waited before I heard Kristen moving around inside. I felt so rotten about what I had done to her I no longer cared about the whipping she had given me. Actually, I wished someone would come by and shoot me in the head. I was so sore it took a couple of tries to get to my feet but I did and went back inside to see if Kristen would even talk to me. She had gotten dressed and was trying to wash the dried blood from her face as I walked in. "I'm real sorry Kristen, I don't know what happened, I just lost control of myself, I guess. Really, I am so sorry." I said trying to apologize.

The response from her wasn't what I expected. "Yea," she replied in a kind of surely tone, "well, if you hadn't caught me by surprise, I would have fucked you up." There was a few moments of silence then Kristen cracked a little smile. The flood of relief that came over me made me weak in the knees as I gave her a big hug. She let me help her finish cleaning up and we started back for home. I may have forgotten about the condition I was in with what went on at the pump house, but it all came painfully back to me as we started the walk back. I wasn't wearing any underwear and my jeans were killing my crotch. I tried walking like John Wayne but that only made it worse. Finally I had no choice but to take them off. As soon as I got my jeans off I sat down to inspect myself. It was obvious I had been bleeding as my pubic hair was stiff with dried blood. Just trying to move the hair aside so I could see where the blood was coming from brought tears to my eyes.

It was now Kristen's turn to say she was sorry, and she did, many times. Nevertheless, I knew I would have to go the rest of the way home bottomless. The cold wind stung my legs as we made our way back through the woods. Although it still hurt to walk, the cold was far better than trying to wear those tight jeans. The problem came when we reached the edge of the woods. I did not want to walk across that open field naked from the waist down, and I didn't want to put my jeans on either. If I pulled my sweatshirt down enough to cover myself then it made me walk with my legs together, and that hurt like hell. Fuck it. For the first time in my life I forced myself to ignore my modesty and we walked on to the house. It may sound like I'm talking brave, but, as usual, there was no one besides Kristen to see me.

I stood naked in front of my full length mirror in disbelief at the reflection of myself. I looked like something from outer space with all the red welts covering my body from head to toe. Damn, I thought, she must have had a field day after I passed out. Kristen denied that she had. I also asked about her father but she denied that too. I suppose it was none of my business anyway, but I was curious and, a bit concerned. No matter, it was my turn for the lotion massage.

I must give Kristen credit. For as vicious as she was at inflicting pain, she was equally as passionate at giving pleasure. The method she came up with to massage me with lotion was something I probably would not have thought of in a hundred years, but it was fantastic. First she rubbed lotion all over my back and legs. She then straddled me on all fours and proceeded to use her pubic bush to rub it all in. I know it sounds weird, but it made me cum twice before she even finished my back. Actually, I think my second orgasm was from the anticipation of her doing my front. In fact, after she started my front, I knew it was. After rolling me over, she again covered me with lotion. She then started at my feet, rubbing her thick bush up and down my legs until all the lotion was massaged in. Every once in awhile she would press herself down to give herself a little stimulation as well. I could feel yet another orgasm building inside me as she massaged my hips and then began to rub her hair on my stomach. I don't even know how to describe the feeling, but I was cuming again by the time she started to rub her bush across my erect nipples. Kristen continued to tease my nipples and I kept cuming and cuming until my body felt completely drained of energy. I felt like I was in some sort of dreamland where everything was perfect. I could see stars and colors and I never wanted to leave. Gawd, I felt good.

It must have been real good because when I did come back it was dark outside. What time was it? I had that unexplainable sinking feeling you get when you think you overslept and missed something important. You know, like you were supposed to pick up the President at the airport three hours ago, or your parents are due home and the dead body is still in the kitchen. I soon realized I missed nothing important, but where was Kristen? The clock said nine. I knew it wasn't morning, unless we were having an eclipse, and I was sure I'd have heard about it if one was planned. So what happened to Kristen? I looked all through the house. No Kristen. I couldn't believe she would just take off without saying anything. Feeling between my legs, I realized she had put lotion on me there. She must have done it after I fell asleep. Funny that didn't wake me up. Maybe she left a note somewhere. I started looking for one.

After an exhaustive search of the house, I finally found her note in the most unlikely place imaginable. Stuck under the pillow I was sleeping on. What a crazy place to leave a note. She explained that I looked so peaceful and happy she didn't want to wake me, but that she had to get home and she would call me later. What did she mean by later? Later that night? Later that week? Later on in life? Hell, why be specific, I'll just set around and wait. I thought about calling her house but after the last time, I wasn't sure I was up to playing twenty questions with her family only to be told she was busy or something. Fuck it. I turned off the ringer on the phone and went back to bed. I could check the answer machine in the morning.