Chapter 11. Sonja returns
Train was ten minutes late. Mary greeted Sonja cordially and gave her a peck on
each cheek but didn't offer to carry her bags to the car. They made polite if
strained conversation mostly regarding Vernon's well being. Then Sonja threw in,
"And how are your tender tits now?"
"Not as sore as yours will be if you don't toe the line!" Mary spat the words at
her with more venom than she thought herself capable of and leaving Sonja in no
doubt as to Mary's authority.
"Mary, I'm sorry. I went too far last weekend. Vernon wouldn't have done that to
you for some time yet. He certainly wouldn't have allowed you to do it to him
either. While I don't think I can really be blamed for his accident, maybe it
was a contributing factor. I am sorry. Can we be friends again?"
In the dim light from the head lights of an oncoming vehicle she saw Mary looked
dubious. "Can we be friends if I let you whip my tits tonight?"
"Is my friendship that important?" Mary asked.
"Yes, especially if it is likely to blight my friendship and relationship with
Vernon. I don't want to take him from you, Mary. Just to be friends with him -
and you. From the phone calls we've had while he was in hospital, I know you are
more than a friend to him. More than a sex partner. Certainly more than a
secretary." She laughed her infectious laugh as she said that. "Restrain me with
the cuffs and whip my tits tonight as hard as you like, then kiss and make up
and become friends again. Please."
"You sound as if you actually want to have your tits whipped?"
"It's been a while since they were punished. Will you do it?"
"We'll see," was Mary's noncommittal reply.
They drove the last few miles in silence, Mary concentrating on the road, Sonja
noting how confidently Mary handled the car. When they arrived, Mary unlocked
the rear doors and waited for Sonja to collect her bags. "Last week," Sonja
thought, " I would have told Mary to bring my bags in. Now I don't feel as if I
dare ask." She expressed these thoughts as they sat by the fire sipping tea and
coffee while waiting for the vegetables to cook. "You know what Vernon? I think
the accident did Mary a lot of good. Last week she was almost a timid mousey
little thing - well perhaps not so little," she laughed, "Now she is confident
and assertive. I am not sure I like the new Mary as much."
"I don't believe that she was ever very timid, she only appeared that way on the
surface. Underneath she was always strong willed. Hardly any other women I know,
including you Sonja, would have allowed themselves to be treated as she was.
After the caning which was probably much more painful than she imagined it would
be she could have easily have cried off or gone to the police but she still
wants to carry on with her slavery to me until the end of the fortnight and has
also included an extra four days for 'injury time' for when I was in hospital."
Mary butted in, "You must realise though Sonja, I am only Vernon's girl slave,
not yours."
"I agree with you Sonja, I think the 'accident' as you called it, was like a
trial by fire and having come through it, she has increased in confidence in her
abilities. She ......"
"Just stop talking about me and come and eat your dinners." Mary helped Vernon
into the wheelchair, raised the leg support and moved him to the end of table
where his leg would be out of the way.
"Thanks Mary. Perhaps instead of offering you a secretarial job I ought to offer
a post as nursemaid."
"No you don't, Vern. You agreed. And in any case the nurses job would be for a
very limited period and I can see the patient getting very grumpy and frustrated
after a week or so. Hopefully after the month's trial, the secretary job will be
permanent."
Later when the plates were cleared, Mary started washing up. Sonja sat relaxed
on the settee chatting to Vernon. Suddenly and with some force a tea towel
landed in her lap. Nothing was said. Nothing needed saying. Sonja stood and
started drying dishes. "That's a first!" remarked Vernon.
Afterwards, with all three of them in their dressing gowns sitting comfortable
by the fire, Vernon said to Mary, "You know what she wants you to do?"
"Yes, but I don't feel comfortable about doing it. I feel my anger will come out
and I might hurt her more than I should."
"Tit and pussy whipping is one of her turn-ons. Usually it is she that wields
the whip. There is a lezzy filing clerk in the office who allows her to do it
some weekends providing she makes love to her afterwards - and covers for her if
she is too sore to get to work on the Monday morning. Has anyone ever whipped
you like you have whipped Jeanette?" Vernon turned to Sonja as he spoke. Sonja
shook her head, no. "Tell us what you and Jeanette do when you have a session,
Sonja. Don't spare the erotic details. I want both Mary and me to be aroused by
your story but remember we may reenact the scenes with you playing Jeanette's
part."
"Perhaps it would be best if I just tell of one of the best sessions like the
one on the August Bank Holiday weekend. You had taken that blonde girl from
Masons away to a motel in Wales my other men friends seemed otherwise committed
so I figured a lezzy weekend might be fun. We went to a friend's house in Surrey
supposedly to 'house sit' for them while they were away because empty houses in
that well to do area are frequently burgled. We began on the Friday evening by
swimming naked in the small indoor pool. It was very warm as the sun had been on
the roof all day so when she laid on a mat by the pool side I opened her legs as
wide as they would go and felt her mound. It was of course shaved and bare which
is the way she likes to keep it. "Nice," I said to her, "but it does need
warming up." She knew what I meant and said not to do it too hard. "Why not," I
replied, "You've a long weekend in which to recover." I'd brought along my bag
of toys but decided not to tie her. I picked up a flogger similar to the one I
used on you and covered the inside of her thighs and pussy with red weals. When
she couldn't stand any more without closing her legs at every stroke I made her
clasp her hands above her head and whipped her tits until they too were red, raw
and sore. The heat inside the room, and the exertion had made me hot and horny
by then so I laid down on top of her in the classic 69 position and sucked her
off while she did the same for me. She was even more worked up because of the
way my belly squirmed on her tender tits and my hair rubbing the inside of her
thighs. We'd done similar things before and have again since but that was
probably the best. Maybe it was the warmth and the humidity or maybe just the
luxurious surroundings but that was a very special time."
Sonja finished. Vernon had an erection. Mary felt wet between her legs. Mary
asked if Sonja allowed Jeanette to whip her. "Sometimes if I am in the right
mood but I do whip her more than she whips me," was the reply.
"Are you in the mood now?"
"Not really. Perhaps I am like you were when you came here. Wanting to purge a
guilt."
"So you want a punishment whipping rather than a sexual experience?" Vernon
asked.
"Sort of. I think I ought to be punished if that will restore our friendship but
I want some sexual feelings from it too. Unfortunately if the whipping is too
hard then I go past the sex bit and only feel pain. However, tonight I feel the
decision should be taken from me. Like you were on your first night here, I want
to be restrained, gagged and helpless. Unable to control your actions. Trusting
you to know when to stop."
Mary asked, "Are you a lesbian like Jeanette?"
"You should know the answer to that after what Vernon and I did last weekend.
No, I am not a true lesbian more bisexual. There are times when I enjoy sex with
a woman but normally given a choice, I prefer men."
"Men, plural!" interjected Vernon.
"What do you think Vern. Should I do what she asks?"
"Do you want to?"
"No."
"If you don't she may hate you for not doing it. That might be more of a
punishment. A rejection of her. On the other hand if you do and go too far she
may hate you for that. On balance I think you ought to get yourself some revenge
or retribution as I put it to you. Besides I think I will enjoy seeing her
squirm under the whip for a change." Vernon smiled at the thought.
Mary pondered the issue. She had never whipped anyone or even thought about it.
Did she really want to hurt Sonja? No. She knew she didn't want to hurt Sonja in
that way. But Sonja should pay for the hurt she did to her and indirectly for
Vernon's leg. She decided not to do it. "No," she said as if it was going to be
the final word on the matter. The decision wasn't welcomed by either of the
others.
Vernon spoke. "You are my girl slave and therefore I order you, as your master
to whip Sonja's tits for as long as I say. I order you to whip Sonja's tits."
It was a cunning move to take the responsibility from Mary. "I am ordering you
to restrain Sonja and then to whip her tits and maybe her pussy too if I feel
like it. Make sure she really feels it and that her cries are well muffled.
There is no storm outside tonight to disguise the sounds."
Mary started crying, "Vern, please don't make me do this. We can kiss and make
up if you wish. I don't want to make her tits sore like mine were."
"They won't be like yours. They will have to take much more punishment."
"I see you read the captured spy story while I was in hospital," Vernon
remarked," Get the book and look at the picture of the girl in the interrogation
room. Restrain Sonja like that."
Mary took knew the picture he was referring to. It had stimulated her but she
imagined herself in the role of prisoner not as captor. "Mary do as you are
told. Act the role of the interrogator - and do it convincingly for me and for
Sonja. She wants it as well as I."
Mary braced herself and decided to take charge. "Remove your robe then get one
of the wooden kitchen chairs and bring it near the fire in the clear space
there, where I have room to manoeuvre." Sonja tried to look unconcerned but
inwardly was a little worried at Mary's tone of voice. Was she acting or was it
for real?. She did as she was told and on being instructed to, seated herself.
Mary got the cardboard box with the equipment and bent Sonja's legs back so she
could cuff the ankles to the inside of the back legs of the chair. This
automatically spread her knees and gave access to her cunt. Taking one of
Vernon's belts from the bedroom, she looped it around Sonja's waist and the
chair back. Cinching it tightly so Sonja could hardly wriggle let alone move.
Sonja looked more worried now.
Mary then pushed a cushion from the settee between Sonja and the chair back
forcing her to bend slightly forward. Cuffing each wrist, Mary fastened them
tightly to their opposite ankle forcing Sonja's breasts outward and well clear
of her chin. Sonja began shaking. She now feared Mary could, with her
inexperience, actually harm her. "Not too hard Mary, please," she cried.
"I don't want to hurt you at all but it is for my master to decide. You'll get
what he wants," Mary whispered, "I know you asked for it and you know you
deserve it but I don't want to give you the sort of pain I had."
Vernon though was quite pleased to see Sonja trussed and helpless. She was a
good fuck but always seemed to be the one in control. She instigated a sex
session and she terminated it. Last week he managed to outwit her for a short
time by making her drink his piss but now she was completely at his mercy - and
she knew it. However he knew better than go too far. He didn't want to look for
a new personal assistant!
"You are going to hurt her. She deserves it. Now get into the part. Either you
thrash her tits properly or I will have to continue after you finish That will
be much more painful if I whip them hard after you have made them tender."
Sonja shook more. "Please ..." Her pleas were cut off as the gag entered her
mouth. Mary gently squeezed the protruding tits and kneaded them until the
nipples were hard and outstanding. "I'm still not allowed to wear a bra for the
next week or so but I think you will not even want to try and wear one if Vernon
has his way."
Sonja's fear now manifested itself. Her bladder emptied itself. She tried to
hold it back. At first just a trickle came and noticing it Mary's practicality
came to the fore, she grabbed a washing-up bowl and strategically placed it
under the chair so that it caught most of the liquid. Some of course ran into
the hollow of the wooden seat forcing Sonja to sit in her own piss.
"Well, well, Sonja, not so brave now are we?" taunted Vernon, "And do you
realise you are blushing too? I didn't expect that. Time to start. Mustn't keep
you in suspense any longer. Get on with it Mary."
Mary picked up the flogger, flicked it a couple of times and then brought it
down quite hard across the top of both tits. Bright red marks appeared. "Sorry,"
she whispered in Sonja's ear, "That was a bit hard."
"Don't be lenient on her Mary," Vernon chided, "Remember last week and remember
my warning."
Next time she tried to hit upwards to catch the undersides but hit the right one
harder than the left. Sonja's eyes flew wide open and tears began to flow down
her cheeks.
"Do you remember what the inquisitor in the story did to make the whip sting
more? Didn't he dip the whip in water before using it on the girl? You can use
the liquid in the bowl." Mary was very surprised by the severity of Vernon
remarks but dipped the flogger in the washing up bowl of piss.
The next stroke wetly stung both nipples. Mary was almost hypnotized by the
movements of the breasts as the flogger struck. With almost as many tears
running down her cheeks as there were down Sonja's she blindly continued
alternately dipping and whipping at what she thought was a reasonable compromise
between hitting too hard and not hard enough to satisfy Vernon, she gave them a
dozen before looking at Vernon. "I think she has had enough Sir."
"Oh, I don't know," Vernon said, "She asked for the whipping so I think she
ought to get her money's worth." Vernon paused. Sonja could hardly believe her
ears. Her tits were so sore already they could not take any more. She wouldn't
be able to touch them for months. Vernon continued, "You're too lenient Mary,
but okay we'll leave her tits for now, put four on her cunt for making so much
mess."
Mary wasn't too sure about this but complied but without very much force.
"You're tickling her Mary. Now give her two more good ones." Mary did. Sonja
thought she would die.
"Now the kiss and make up bit. Kiss the bits you've made so sore Mary and
anywhere else you feel like kissing or sucking." Vernon ordered.
"Can I remove her gag? She looks as if she is choking."
"Only if she promises not to scream or shout abuse. Ask her."
In response to Mary's question, Sonja nodded affirmatively and her gag was
removed. Mary kept saying over and over how sorry she was for what she did. "Can
I untie her Sir?" she asked.
"Not yet. You must make love to her first. Kiss. Kiss her all over. Kiss her
like she said she did to Jeanette. Show her that you care. Give a pleasure now
you have given her pain."
Unsure as to what to do or where to start, Mary decided to begin at the top. She
kissed away some of the tears from Sonja's eyes, kissed her fully on the mouth.
Finding Sonja responded by opening her mouth she lingered there. Sonja put her
tongue into Mary's mouth, Mary reciprocated. She felt her cunt becoming wet. I
hope this is turning Sonja on too she thought. I hope I am giving her some
pleasure despite the pain she must be in. I only had three strokes across mine
and that was bad enough. She pulled away and cradled Sonja's head to her breast
and murmured, "Oh you poor girl, what have I done?"
She could feel tears from Sonja's eyes running over her breasts. Sonja kissed
them and took a nipple into her mouth. "That's nice," Mary remarked.
"Then do the same for me."
Mary gingerly sucked a tit. She could taste the piss but it wasn't strong enough
to be obnoxious. As gently as she could she kissed the tender flesh and moving
slowly over the tops of the breasts suckled the other nipple. Gradually her lips
made their way down the body until she reached the sex mound. Here is was a
little more difficult. Sonja still had a shallow pool of piss under her and the
chair prevented full access to her slit. Still the clit swollen from the flogger
was available so Mary sucked on it. Sonja moaned, "Yes, Mary, keep going."
Trying to avoid the pool of urine as much as possible, Mary did as she was asked
and it wasn't long before Sonja climaxed.
"Vern, I am going to release her now."
"I haven't said that you can," Vernon replied, "We could have more sport with
her yet."
"No. I am releasing her."
"Are you defying me slave girl?"
"Yes Sir, I am - and at this moment there is not much you can do about it." Mary
released Sonja's wrists. "Sonja has had more than enough punishment. She now
needs a little care, a shower and some soothing cream or spray and that I will
give her."
"I will have to record this insurrection and hold you to account later Mary, you
realise that don't you?" She saw Vernon was grinning as he said it.
Freed now, Sonja called Vernon a sadistic bastard but she said it without venom.
"That's twice within a week I have been called that," he replied.
Mary helped Sonja who was very unsteady on her feet after being restrained for
so long, into the shower. She sat her down and adjusted the water flow over the
tortured breasts. "Sit there for a bit. I'll help you wash and then I think the
spray cream would be best. Don't have to touch the flesh with that." She removed
the shower head from the wall and directed the spray directly on the breasts.
They were a vivid colour and already beginning to turn purple. Sonja moaned.
Even the force of the water was painful but it was soothing as well. "Ooohh they
really hurt. They hurt so much more than I ever thought they would."
"I do know what you mean. I had a fantasy idea of what a caning would feel like.
I imagined pain but reality is totally different. Perhaps that is why I didn't
want to hit you. I didn't believe you realised just what the consequences were.
I wondered if what you had from Jeanette was just a mild warming and not a real
whipping. And the pain doesn't just go away. For me it took several days for the
pain to reduce to the warm sexual feeling the books talk about."
"Yes, but now she knows what it actually feels like when she whips Jeanette or
some other poor soul hard." Vernon was in the wheelchair at the open bathroom
doorway. The step prevented him entering.
"Did you really want to hurt me this much Vernon?" Sonja asked, "You could have
stopped her earlier."
"Did you hit Jeanette as many times? More? Less."
"Probably more," Sonja admitted, "Although I may not have hit as hard each
time."
"Did they appear as sore and as colourful as yours are now?"
"Probably but hers are very small and firm so there is not so much area to hurt.
Yes, she was sore and in considerable pain after I finished. She though didn't
seem to mind that much and it did seem to make her extremely horny."
"Has it made you horny?"
"Not really. I feel more pain than sex although my pussy is warm from the
stripes there. My tits are so sore though I cannot think of much else."
"Well Sonja," Vernon concluded, "I hope this will not break our friendship. You
asked for a tit whipping. You got one albeit more than you expected. In a way I
think that was a good thing. You now know the actuality of pain and will
remember it when you apply it to others. Now Mary, make her comfortable and then
help me out of this chair so I can pee."
Mary finished cleaning Sonja at took her back into the living room. She sprayed
the sore tits but Sonja refused to have it on her pussy preferring, she said,
the warm feeling she had there.
Turning her attentions back to Vernon, she raised him up and opened his robe.
His prick was coated with a sticky mess. "I can see it turned you on," Mary
observed, "You need cleaning up too but first you will pee." Vernon realised why
he had to pee first. It was easier to sit on the loo rather than for her to hold
him in a standing position. Gently Mary moved his legs apart, knelt and watched
as he performed. When he'd finished she took his cock between her lips and
sucked it clean. Still a residue taste of piss and sperm but she could tolerate
that especially as she was doing it voluntarily.
Returning to the living room Vernon said, "Thanks, Mary. I'm didn't realize you
would be so upset at whipping Sonja. I thought you would have been pleased to
get your own back even if you were forced to do it. There's still a lot I don't
know about you. I don't think Sonja will hold it against you - or me for that
matter."
"You enjoyed watching didn't you?"
"Yes. It was quite a change to have her under my complete control."
"And you got your rocks off as well."
Vernon laughed, "You must have spent a lot of time reading my books to come out
with an expression like that." Mary blushed but to avoid answering she enquired
how his leg felt now. It was still very sore and painful. She kissed him as she
remarked, "We all have had more than our fair share of pain this week."
Sonja said, "You can say that again." Her robe was open so the air could cool
some of the fire in her breasts and to keep the fabric from rubbing them. "No, I
don't hold it against you Mary," she continued putting her arm around Mary's
shoulders and giving her a hug, "But I may have to get my own back on that
bastard when he is no longer an invalid!" Again it was said with a smile rather
than venom.
