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PUNISHMENT 120 –
Part 7, the director’s cut
Della chose her outfit for cockslut Jason’s ass whipping with care. She
had been bare-nippled and showed her pudenda for his
first day, now she wanted a different, a more HAUGHTY look.
The lush-breasted
40-year-old blonde-haired beauty pulled on a black
leather, quarter-cup bra, which lifted her big mounds of breasts into stunning,
suckable uplift.
Around her hips she buckled
a matching black leather belt and into a loop on her right hip she slipped a
single-tailed lash. She wore black boots which came to
half-way up her lovely thighs, the same pair as the day before.
Then, to conclude her outfit
– apart from the obligatory stetson to keep the sun’s
rays off her head and face – she pulled on a light leather jacket, which gave
off a dull lustre. At the rear it came to just above her buttock cheeks, and
the front to navel level so her pussy was totally exposed.
Della stepped out into the
sunshine and noted with approval that the 18-year-old was already in place
across the flogging horse, a leather piece of equipment, which had four sturdy
wooden legs, to which his ankles and wrists were strapped.
His buttocks jutted up
invitingly, the dildo buried in his anus easily discernible as was the prickle
pouch encasing his balls in their vicious grip.
Della walked over
to where Karla stood with her clipboard, pen and vid phone. “The girls are ready?” asked the famous TV sex show
presenter, and Karla nodded.
“I want them pictured
emerging from the bunker, and then the camera will pan back in front of them
until they’re in front of cockslut here,” Della told
her production assistant.
“They’re ready for the
shot,” said Karla, nodding over to where the camerawomen were waiting outside
the bunker’s metal door.
Della checked her electronic
Rolex Oyster, saw it read 8.59am, which meant that the
slut had been put in place early for his eight-hour ordeal. Next she checked
his buttocks and saw that the height of the flogging horse had been carefully
adjusted to provide perfect tension on his buttock cheeks.
Then she surveyed his back,
which was still criss-crossed with welts and weals, but looked surprisingly
good compared with its battered and bloody condition the previous evening. The
balms and salves they use here, she thought, are so effective!
“Right,” snapped Della,
“let’s get this show on the road. Action!”
From the bunker emerged two
busty brunettes, their young bodies gleaming with suntan lotion. Both had firm
breasts with dark brown, erect nipples. They had strong thighs and shapely
calves and their pussies were totally shaved in the New American fashion – the
term “Brazilian” had long been banned as being unpatriotic.
On their feet were gleaming
white Adinikes – the shoe companies had merged years
ago to form a global monopoly and gone with the capital “A” after the old adidas lower case “a”– and little ankle-height white sox. Both were carrying slender, whippy canes.
But the thing that made them
different from other flogging teams Della had chosen for the Punishment 120 program
was their hairstyles. Their long brown hair was gathered in two long pigtails,
which bounced down across their busts as they jogged down towards the
strapped-down Jason.
As they neared the bondaged cockslut, Della moved
forward and when the girls had come to a panting halt from their run, the
40-year-old presenter announced: “And now, making their Punishment 120 debuts allow me to introduce the Cropp
twins!”
Then, from the vid phone
being held by Karla, Della heard a shout coming from a voice she recognised as
that of her director, Condy Conty.
“Hold it,” snapped the woman
back in New Los Angeles, “cut, cut, fuckin’ CUT!”
Della smiled at the Cropp twins, said “Hold one, we
appear to have a slight problem”.
Moving so she was in view of
the vid phone, Della spoke to her director. “Just what’s the fuckin’ matter, Condy?”
She saw her director, clad
in one of her shiny red rubber playsuits, which exposed her big breasts, in her
“Sin City” headquarters.
“Just what the fuck’s going
on here, Della?” snapped the black woman. “These kids – how old are they? They
look fuckin’ 14 to me!”
Della sighed. “Condy, Condy, they’re not 14,
they’re both 16, which you would have found out if you’d let me go on with the
pre-whipping interview.”
Condy looked slightly appeased. “You got their ages on
record?”
Della nodded. “Sure, born in
Phoenix, Arizona, in April, 2061. I’ve also got their high school files, they
both attend Desert Vista High School, Phoenix, and they’re members of the
school flog team.
“You got a problem with
that?”
Condy looked a little happier. “Well, you know they’re
doing the ass whipping segment. Can they control themselves? We don’t want ‘em
cutting the cunt in half!”
Della grinned. “Look, so
they’re 16, we’ve got a 16-year-old guard here does floggings, we’ve used her
before in a P-120, remember?
“And anyway, these girls are
experienced whip mistresses. Why don’t you talk to them, they’ll convince you.
They’re smarter than a whip, pardon my pun.”
Condy actually laughed. “OK, Della, you smooth-talking
bitch, put ‘em on, but I warn you, if they don’t satisfy me you find two more
mature floggers for this lad’s ass!”
Della stepped back allowing
the two youngsters to be seen by Condy Conty back in New Los Angeles.
“Girls, this is my boss, Condy Conty,” she said. “Condy, one of ‘em’s Sammy, the other’s Tammy, but don’t ask
me which is which.”
The girls looked at the
bare-breasted black bird, and one chirped: “Hi, Mizz Condy, I’m Sammy, you can tell by the little mole by my
right nipple, see?”
And the girl almost pressed
her large bosom against the vid phone’s screen.
Then Tammy broke in. “Hi Mizz Condy, I’m Tammy, and please
let us flog Jason here, he’s so cute, and we’re good, we’re really good, oh
please, pleeeeeeease!”
Condy was smiling now, Della saw, obviously somewhat
disarmed by the teenagers’ enthusiasm.
“Right now girls,” said Condy, “tell me about your high school flogging team. How
long you been on it? How you train? Shoot.”
The twin with the mole,
Sammy, spoke first. “We’ve been on the school flogging team for almost a year, Mizz Condy. And we’re off to the
NHSFC next month, and they reckon we’re a big chance!”
Condy’s eyebrows raised slightly. “The NHSFCs?”
Tammy took up the
conversation. “The National High School Flogging Championships, we’re the
western division champions, you know.”
“I’m sure you are, my dear,”
said the TV director. “Now, how do you train?”
Sammy answered. “There’s a
juvenile cockslut detention facility on the outskirts
of Phoenix, ma’am, and every week our coach takes us there and we work out on
the young sluts there. We’re supervised by the facility’s dominatrix-in-charge, she gives us all the tips.”
“But we also discipline our
daddy,” said Tammy.
“You do?” asked Condy, really interested now. “Where?
How often?”
Sammy replied this time.
“Daddy’s been sold by mom to a really rich Phoenix socialite, and each week she
allows us to visit him and punish him for his demerit marks.”
“What happened last week?”
asked a now extremely interested TV director.
“Well,” said Tammy, “he’d
been a really naughty boy ...”
“Silly,” giggled Sammy,
“he’s 40-years-old!”
Tammy laughed. “Sorry, but
he’s just like a naughty boy to me. Anyway, he’d incurred 490 demerit marks and
so we had to give him 490 strokes.”
“Mizz
Dempster has a specially-equipped torture chamber,”
Sammy chipped in, “and we deal to him there while Mizz
Dempster films it.”
“And how did you break up
the strokes?” asked Condy, and Della just knew that
out of camera range the beautiful, busty bird was probably fingering herself.
“We gave him 100 on his
back, 100 on his buttocks, 100 on his upper chest and 190 on his cock and
balls,” said Sammy.
“Ouch,” said Condy, “bet he hasn’t got it back up yet!”
Everyone, Della included,
laughed.
“And then,” said Tammy,
“afterwards he has to thank us for his punishment.”
“Thank you?” said Condy.
“Yes,” said Sammy. “First he
has to drink our pee pee, then
we make him lick us so we go all nice and gooey down there.”
“Quite,” said the woman back
in the New Los Angeles headquarters.
Then the TV director spoke
again, she’d obviously made up her mind.
“OK, now one last
question, girls. You are aware of
our 10-stroke per minute limit for the P-120 punishment, right?”
Both girls nodded, their
pigtails twirling. “Sure,” said Tammy, “Mizz Della
told us, but it won’t be a problem. You see we use the tap, tap, tap, thwack
method of delivery, ma’am.”
Condy looked puzzled. “Explain.”
Sammy did. “We give the slut
one tap, two taps, three taps, and then – thwack, we burn his ass good. But the
way we do it, we don’t deliver more than six strokes a minute. That’s National
High School Flogging Team rules, ma’am.”
Della interrupted. “That’s
six strokes a minute, which makes a total of 720 strokes for two hours, but
what with me giving him regular urine drink stops, well it will be down below
that.
“Come on, Condy, that’s less than 700 strokes, and you know they’re gonna be good. Fuck, think of the fan mail they’ll get, not
to mention the ratings!”
The director relented. “OK,
Della, you win,” she smiled. “But watch ‘em like a hawk, I don’t want any fuck
ups, specially since that piss punishment drowning.”
“You’ve got it, Condy. OK girls, thank my boss,” said Della, and the girls
squealed, clapped their hands and jumped up and down in front of the vid phone.
“Now, get on with the
interview,” said Condy Conty.
“Oh, and Della – sorry about the director’s ‘cut’!”
Della smiled. “No problem,
now we’ll shoot the interview.”
The interview along much the
same lines as that between the girls and Condy Conty, but at the end, Sammy spoke to Della.
“Mistress Della, may we send
a message to all our girlfriends at Desert Vista High on the flogging team and
at school?” she asked.
“Go ahead,” said Della, “be
my guest.”
Then Sammy turned her back
to the camera, placed her sneaker-shod feet wide apart, then
bent over at the waist so her thick labia and gleaming sex were blatantly
exposed to the cameras.
Tammy stood off to one side,
placed the whip cane, once, twice, three times on her twin sister’s pert ass,
then brought it down quickly but halted inches from the lovely flesh.
As she did, the 16-year-old
called out: “Tap, tap, tap, thwack – go Desert Vista High!”
Then they swapped places and
Sammy repeated the same words as she tapped her twin’s ass.
Finally, both girls stood
facing the cameras, holding their whip canes high above their heads, gripping
them at the handle and the tips.
Suddenly, both girls started
shaking their upper bodies so their breasts bounced in delicious movements. As
they did they shouted “Tap, tap, tap, thwack, Desert Vista High, go Thunderers!”
Over the vid phone Della
could see a puzzled Condy Conty.
“What,” she asked, “the fuck
was all that about?”
“Don’t ask,” grinned Dellla, “I think it must
be some high school thing!”
To be continued.
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