The Christian Discipline Diaries

The Christian Discipline Diaries

Dominic’s Diary

March 1996 – Suzzanne’s First Chastisement

Suzie Gets Her Strokes

I went over to the paper sack that held the ladies clothing and removed the strap that Pastor Henry had given me that morning.  I also remove a piece of leather from the bag, put it into Suzie’s mouth and instructed her to bite down on it.  I don’t want her to bite her tongue or the inside of her cheek.  Henry said that sometimes when wives were being Chastised for the first time they actually broke teeth.  Don’t want that to happen.  By this point the blindfolded Suzie had been patiently draped over the chair for what must have been 15 minutes.  She really didn’t have much choice about being patient since she was bound wrist and ankle to the chair.  I think she was really scared since her thighs were quivering.  Her knees were bound together otherwise I suspect they would have been knocking together in fear.  From the way she moved her head around you could surmise that she was trying to figure out what was going on around her. But other than figuring out that the blindfolded Martha had been bound to the coffee table, Suzie was unaware of anything else going on. 

Initially, Suzie struggled against her bondage but after about 5 minutes she realized that the more she struggled the tighter the ropes hurt, cutting into her flesh.  If she went limp, the ropes didn’t hurt as much.  So there she was, trying to be loose but mostly trembling.  Shock from those initial swats I had given her must be starting to wear off.  I know that she had been disciplined quite a bit by her mother.  In fact there were probably half a dozen very faint, very white 2 to 3 inch long scars on her buttocks and breasts from that final whipping with a switch that her mother had given her.  I remember them in the fresh from the first time we made love totally naked.  Now what are now thin scars were then open cuts.  She was covered with long red lines, double, like train tracks, from the heavier hits.  Now you had to know where to look if you were to find them.  I had never struck her, never spanked her (except for a few loving slaps on the rear when making love) and never restrained her.  That policy had been a failure as she had gotten more out of control as the last decade went by.  Those six swats with my belt she received 20 minutes ago was her first Discipline in ten years.  I wonder if she is thinking back on her mother’s Discipline of her and realizing that my preliminary swats weren’t much stiffer than her mom’s.  Now she waits for what is to come and probably doesn’t realize that it will probably be more concrete than her memories and worse then she imagines.

The only warning she got was the swish of the strap going though the air.  I stood to her left.  The last twelve inches of the strap came directly down and made a sharp connection with the globes of her tightly stretched buttock’s skin.  Her body erupted in a spasm as all her muscles tensed.  I guess that a lightly constructed chair would have shattered under the force of her straining.  She was too startled to even emit much of a sound.  Finally, a somewhat strangled URRGH? came out.  I suspect she expected some sort of warning.  “Well Suzie.  Given your inexperience at adult Discipline, Pastor Henry suggested that we omit all the little rituals that are involved in the Chastisement of truly Submissive wives.  There will be no counting, no ‘assume the n’th position’, no ‘thank you’s’ or requests for how many others.  There will just be the harsh blows.”  Her response was “ARGYRL!”  That first swat, delivered with the best effort I could deliver must have been a duzzy.   After my experience with Martha earlier that morning I resolved to alternate the use of the end of the strap, directly applied to the backside - back of the thighs with the use of the middle of the strap impacting on the backside/back-thighs allowing the strap tail to swing around and deliver a resounding slap to the sides of the hip/thigh-side.  Therefore the second one would be a side stinger.  One thing I learned from Chastising Martha this morning was the importance of pacing.  Pastor had warned me that because of the excitement that delivering a Chastisement develops, there is a tendency to speed up the rate with which the strokes are meted out.  “Slower is better” he preached.  And after all, I guess that neither Suzie nor Martha were going anywhere real quick.

So I waited almost a full minute before I took a good windup and delivered the second blow just above where the first one had landed.  This interval allowed enough time for a nice red reaction to develop where the strap had made skin contact on the first blow.  Not enough time for a wheal to develop in the red area, that would take a couple of minutes.  Nor enough time for the red flare to develop alongside where the strap had landed.  That would take a couple more minutes.  Also this prolonged the time that Suzie had to wait, in tense anticipation for the swoosh that would foretell the approaching blow.  SMACK-SLAP.  This time her verbal reaction matched her physical one.  She wailed “AAAUUUUUUUUUUUU-OAH”.  It sounded more like the howl of a wild animal than a reaction from a civilized woman.  Simultaneously with the yell, Suzie jerked her hands and feet up.  But Martha knew her job and the skillful way that she had worked the knots and lashings ensured that there was minimal slack with which to jerk against.  The slow pace with which I worked the application of the strap gave me lots of time to observe reactions and plan the placement of my next strike.

The third blow of the strap went just below the first, over the bottom half of the globe of the buttocks.  The tail kissed the right cheek and the center kissed the left cheek.  The vocalizations of the victim continued apace making little coherent sense.  Since the blows were coming slowly, Suzie had a chance to continue to howl after a strike.  The fourth blow was applied to the very top of the thighs.  This one was a wrapper with the tip of the strap striking almost the front of the right thigh.  I realized an advantage to Disciplining Suzie in the fully nude state.  Unlike with Martha where the field of play was limited to between the bottom of her dress and the tops of her stockings, in Suzie’s case I had all of her thighs and lower back to play with.  And Suzie’s thighs and buttocks were so much more ample.  Therefore a fifth smack landed squarely across the middle level of backs of both thighs, a sixth wrapped around the thighs just above the knees and a seventh went squarely across the middle back.

Time Out

By now Suzie and I were over five minutes into her first real Chastisement.  It was obvious that she had never experienced anything like this in her 26 years.  With each blow she gave a loud animal howl.  During the time that she waited for the strap to swing again, she alternated middle volume shrieks with sobbing and moans.  This went something like OU! Augh Augh Augh Oah Oah OH.  Intermittently there was snuffling and slurping as her nose filled with tears and mucous and she blew it out and sucked it in.  As I surveyed the damage enough time had elapsed that the swelling from the first few blows had started to form wheals and welts.  Not bad I thought.  I will give her some rest, no need to rush things.

Therefore I went over to the video camera and adjusted it so that Martha was now in view.  I then walked over to where Martha lay, bound back down to the coffee table with her knees lashed to a position close to her shoulders.  I complimented her, “Certainly this is a pretty view.”  As I inspected her, laid out before me in about the most humiliating position possible to imagine, I noticed a defect in the pattern of her Chastisements.  Earlier in the morning I had worked her butt and hip sides and lower down had nicely marked the back and lateral sides of her thighs.  Both I and her husband Henry had done a rather good job of turning her perineum crimson with purple splotches.  But the inner aspects of her thighs remained pristine white.  A glaring oversight on our part!  Well, since we have time to kill.  Whiz, WHACK! The tail of my strap smacked Martha’s left inner thigh just above the stocking top.  The blow was so unexpected that she uncharacteristically broke her stoic silence and cried out “God Damn It, Why did you have to go and do that?” The words were out and she realized the error of her ways as I shifted my stance.  “I just wanted to make sure you were alert” I replied.  Swoosh, WHACK!, strap tail connected with right inner thigh.  “I am shocked by you inability to maintain a Submissive silence as you were commanded” I said. “I will not allow that shocking language to go unpunished.”   I left her thinking about what was to come, shifted the view of the video camera and returned to Suzie.

Back to Work

By now Suzie’s sobs had diminished and softened to the point where it was obvious that she was back under control.  “I am glad to see that you have regained your composure” I said.  “Let’s see if you can comport yourself a bit better during this next session.”  Since during the first series I had paid disproportionate attention to her right side, this time I stood on her right to practice my cross-body backhand on her left side.  “We will repeat the previous pattern, alternating smacks across the cheeks with tail-wrappers to the left and side, my dear” I explained.  For reasons that escape me she nodded her head up and down as if her consent was required.  Shwish, WHACK! Across the center it went, overlapping the first and second hits of the first series.  This time Suzie’s composure was much better.  No more than a smothered “Yip” escaped her firmly clenched lips.  I guess she had learned what to expect.  Shish WHUP-Slap as the second curled around her left butt check and slapped the left hip.  Again no more that a stifled “Yelp” followed by a deep taking in of breath.  I think she was learning to bite down on the leather whenever she heard the swish of the strap signal an incoming blow.  I maintained the agonizingly slow pace for the remaining 5 swats completing the pattern.  Nothing like symmetry of the right and the left.  There was now precious little white remaining on her backside.  Furthermore very brightly red specks were appearing where the blows from the second series were superimposed on the welts from the first series.  Two blows, one on top of the other, from this heavy strap were enough to draw minute blood blisters on Suzie’s soft, delicate pale skin.  Her composure during this second cycle of strappings was exemplary.  “Well Suzie, you bore that set of  strokes almost as well as Martha would have, didn’t you” I complimented.  Both Suzie and Martha were savvy enough not to reply.  Time to give Suzie a bit of a breather.  So I slowly and silently walked over and adjusted the video camera then crept over to Martha. Swish/SWAK, swish/SWAK added a matching set of right and left marks to her inner thigh, just higher up from and overlapping on the previous ones just above the stockings.  However, Martha must have heard me coming or was alerted by the swish of the descending strap because she wasn’t sufficiently startled to blurt out in response to the stinging blow.  “Just checking to see if you were alert” I chided her.

After once again adjusting the camera, I returned to Suzie and commented “Well since you seem to have accommodated to strokes across your bottom, maybe its time for something different”.  Standing at her head I inspected her bottom from the top and determined that each cheek was roomy enough to fit four hits apiece with only minimal overlap.  I also figured that Suzie was holding up well enough to bear a slightly faster pace.  I said to myself, “lets see, I usually start on the left so this time let’s start on the right”.  Therefore I rained four blows in succession down on the right buttock, starting on the lateral side and working over to the crack.  SwishWACK, SwishWACK, SwishWACK, SwishWACK.  Suzie lost it.  At the first blow she gave the expected “Yip” but the second hit just as she was taking a deep breath recovering from the first whack.  “ARGLF” was her half strangled cry followed by a gasp just at the third blow hit.  She was in mid scream “AAAIIIGH!” when the fourth and final smack of the series landed.  I figured I would let this new method of Chastisement sink in.  So while she sobbed and cried for a couple of minutes I readjusted the camera and went over to pay some further attentions to Martha.  By now Martha was onto my game, listening intently. Even though she couldn’t see what I was doing, I could see her tense as I went into my wind-up.  Well, we’ll give her a little variation.  This time I started right at the point where the thigh met the groin -WHACK, right inner thigh -WHACK, left inner thigh - WHACK, right thigh, right below that - WHACK, left thigh, right below that.  Nary a peep emanated out of the dark-brown-haired lady.  “Very good, I am so proud out of how fast you learn” I said to her.  Now back to Suzie and another series of blows from above, this time devoted to the left buttock and upper thigh.  SwishWACK, SwishWACK, SwishWack, SwishWack.  Suzie did better this time.  No yells or screams emanated from her but she was softly crying as I returned to Martha and gave her a final six to the inner aspects of her thighs.  Martha’s thighs now had a more uniform appearance, cherry red on the lateral side, cherry red on the inner side and hamburger purple-red on the back.

By the time I was finished with Martha’s inner thighs, Suzie had fully regained her composure.  First I readjusted the camera once again.  I walked around to the back of the chair which presented the backside portion of my wife and inspected the results so far.  Quite striking.  The central portion of her ass had received three cycles of spanking and was clearly the worse for wear.  The most prominent parts of those surfaces were now all purple red bruise with tiny little blood blisters popping up everywhere.  “Well my dear, time for the finale, something you won’t forget for some time”.  I now knew that I could maintain Suzie for long periods of painful punishment if the interval between blows was long enough.  However, Suzie had a harder time sustaining control when the blows came fast and unexpectedly.  And now I wanted her to truly break down.  She had been under Chastisement for about thirty minutes now and had sustained twenty-two strokes of the two and a half inch wide, 24” long, heavy leather strap.  I would finish her off with about a dozen or so of the hardest blows I could manage as quickly as I could apply them across her already bruised ass and thighs.  And so, without further warning I started.  I stood a little over three feet directly in back of her, both hands grasping the handle of the strap and laid them on.  First striking to my right and hitting her right ass cheek, then to my left and hitting her upper left buttock, then right to her upper thigh and so on.  I lost count but I think I gave her eighteen strokes before I had to stop and catch my breath.  By that point she had stopped the continuous shriek that had started about the sixth blow.  Suzie had passed out and a trickle of blood was running down each buttock.

After I caught my breath I checked Suzie’s pulse, rapid but full - and her breath, rapid and shallow.  Well my dear, you exerted your final measure of control.  You fainted, thereby temporarily removing yourself from the sphere where I could inflict further pain on you.  We have both found our co-mutual limit.  “I will grant you complete respite until you come around to me again” I intoned.  At that point I undid the lines that bound her knees together and fastened her ankles to the chair legs.  I also loosened but did not remove, the ropes that held her lashed wrists down.  Martha was now going to get my full and undivided attention and this would constitute the surprise of her life.        

Martha Gets Hers

The proud beauty of the Holiness Church was now spread helpless before me.  I thought for a while about where to put the video camera in order to get the best shot of what was to follow.  I decided to place it to halfway between a side shot and a shot directly from below.  I knew however, that there was no single angle that would capture what was about to happen.  I walked up to Martha, she had a smile on her face.  I am sure that she thought she could see though any of my petty plans and games.  She probably thought she had been through it all before, was far more experienced than I at this, and that she was actually in complete control.  She was wrong.  Many though her Submissions and Chastisements had been she had never been ravaged.  She never imagined that Henry would put her through that, always reserving the right of intercourse to himself.  I dropped my pants and lowered my shorts – Martha was about to enter a whole different aspect of her education.

“Martha” I said while I stroked my distended penis.  “I’ll bet that you think you know what is going to happen now.  I got a hard on when I started spanking you this morning.  I have had unrelieved tumescence since then.  I listened to you and Henry go at it in the parlor and refrained from screwing Suzie on the kitchen table at that point because of some advice your husband gave me.  On the ride home and in front of my house I watched Suzie and you strip and didn’t do what my balls were telling me – hump the two of you there and then on the spot.  Now I am done administering Suzie’s basic Chastisement to her.  At this point you figure that I am supposed to fuck the livid hell out of her to complete the job.  And you will listen and get turned on again, just as you did when I was spanking you earlier this morning.  Then you will go home, recount to Henry what happened and he will roger you until your ears bleed.  Right.”  Martha nodded her head up and down in agreement and anticipation of what she expected to hear,  me do Suzie.  How wrong she was. 

I squatted down in front of her spread legs and grasped each of her labia with my fingers.  Martha’s vaginal mucosa was significantly abraded.  Earlier today Henry must have fucked her fairly roughly.  I stuck in two fingers and wiggled them around in the copious vaginal secretions.  Martha shrieked and clenched her perineal muscles squeezing hard trying to keep my fingers out.  This was obviously not what she expected.  She was enough of a pain slut that my recent strapping of her inner thighs had turned her on and juiced her up.  I am sure that listening to Suzie’s agonies had excited the sadist in her as well.  Well this wouldn’t be a dry run.  “Well, well, well.  Tight, juicy pussy for lunch” was my statement as I shoved my dick up into her.  At that point all hell broke loose.  I can only compare it to one thing in my life.  When I was 12 years old I baited and wire snared the biggest, oldest tom coon in all of East Texas.  You have never seen such a commotion in your life as that coon ran the length of that wire from one end to another.  If it was his paw that was snared he could have easily cut it off for the wire was thin and he was running full force to and fro.  But the wire was around his neck and so I had him.  I have to admit he had one hard head to bash in.  I still have his hide.  Martha bucked like that coon struggled. 

And my, did she shriek and scream.  “You can’t do this to me.  I will not lie with a man other than my husband.  Get off of me.  NOOO!  GET OFF OF ME! NOOOOOOO!  OH GOD!  OH GAWD!  OOOHHH GAAAWWWDDD”.  It was a good thing that there was nobody within miles or they probably would have heard her clearly.  Boy did she fight.  “RAPE! RAPE! RAPE” Martha screamed.  She tried to buck me off but my rope work was too skilled, her position too compromised, and I hung on for dear life.  Working my pecker in her was more complicated.  Fortunately as I mentioned above she was well lubricated or the job might have been impossible.  She had the muscles of her pelvic floor clenched tight in an attempt to keep me out.  However, when she drew breath after a scream she slightly loosened.  This allowed me the opportunity to drive my dick in fully.  When she clenched again I pulled out, milking my penis as it withdrew.  Slow but what a feel.  Then I discovered a trick to give me control of her screams, her tits and my teeth.  First I had grasped a nipple in my teeth to try and turn her on.  In her struggles I bit down.  “AAUUGHH!” Martha screamed.  “DON’T BITE, NO BITE, YOU’RE TEARING MY NIPPLES”.  I managed to get three strokes in.  So I tried the other nipple.  “NOOO! I WILL KILL YOU! HENRY WILL KILL YOU!” got me four strokes.  “I’LL GET THE LAW ON YOU! YOU WILL GO TO PRISON! NOOOOOH!” got me another four in and outs.  Hey, I figured, I’ve learned something.  I alternated my attack back and forth between her two breasts and thereby facilitated my attack in and out of her vagina. 

Eventually her hoarseness increased, the volume of her screams diminished and her pussy muscles must have started to cramp because her clenching weakened.  It didn’t make much of a difference because now I was on a roll.  My thrusts became more rapid and deeper.  I have no idea how large a size my penis had swollen to but it must have been considerable.  I am regarded by my friends as being unusually well endowed.  And today I had intermittently had a hard on for almost 3 and a half hours now.  I know my testicles were swollen since the ride home and flogging Suzie had given me an erection of epic size.  Martha’s clenching had just about finished the job.  Although I had always prided myself on my endurance during sex, today was unusual.  I had never entered a woman this turned on and this was not going to be an all-afternoon session.

I started sucking and licking Martha’s nipples and areolar skin.  My biting had caused numerous cuts and her tits were starting to bleed.  Talk about a turn on, try the taste of blood in your mouth during intercourse.  I was building up a head of steam and was starting to grunt.  I grabbed her long brown hair in my hands as I began to thrust even more deeply.  If she was saying or screaming something or just moaning I really don’t remember.  For the last hour I had the most massive case of “lover’s nuts” I had ever experienced and I could sense myself start to build to a climax.  And then it hit!  The most gigantic, massive ejaculation I have ever experienced.  Talk about getting your rocks off.  As I shot it in I could feel my testicles contracting up and my prostate squeezing.  At that point Martha, involuntarily I am sure, clenched her pussy muscles milking me for all I was worth.  I’ll bet my prostate gland shriveled to the size of a pea.  After that last mighty thrust I stayed inside her becoming detumescent and going limp.

Even More For Martha

Eventually I slid off the dazed Martha.  She lay there, quietly moaning and shaking just a little.  I checked the video camera, there was still lots of tape left.  That had been the best pussy-banging ride I had ever experienced.  I had to admit that I was shaking a bit.  My pecker had shriveled to a stump no more than an inch and a half long and I swear that my balls had sucked up into my abdomen.  Martha lay there with her legs drawn up and so tightly bound down that they were parallel to her trunk and actually a bit below the level of her chest.  Her perineum was so prominent it almost stuck out and the lips of her vulva were purple, swollen and distended.  I closely inspected them and noticed that they were now really abraded and at least a dozen minute cuts were each oozing a drop of blood.  What must have been half a cup of semen was oozing out of her vagina, flecked by the bleeding from the minute cuts.  Up above, her breasts lay flat spread across her chest, rolling hill rather than peaks.  Her nipples now looked like raw hamburger and there were half a dozen bite marks on each areola.  The blood pooled around each nipple and a light trickle ran in at least four tiny streams down each breast.  Her head limply lolled to the side and her totally disheveled hair spread out around he head in all directions.  He body was finely covered with sweat and her hair was soaked in sweat.  She was starting to shiver finely.  Finally, she moaned “fuuuuccckk”.  I replied, “yes my dear you have been well and truly fucked and you look like hell”.  For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, the living room was quiet.  I could hear Suzie starting to stir.  She was coming around after losing consciousness.

Well, Martha, the ice queen, the noble and haughty creature had totally lost control.  I had found her breaking point, as Henry had suggested, and driven her past it.  I knew what forms of Chastisement she could not tolerate.  It would be some time before she would develop new coping and control mechanisms.  Until that happened her husband and I would drive her and drive her and drive her into Submission.  An easier case was my wife Suzie.  She was just beginning her disciplinary pathway and it was easier to drive her over the edge.  As these thoughts ran through my head tumescence began to return to my penis.  Yes, pretty soon I would accomplish the proper Submission of my bound wife.  But first Martha needed a just a little more attention.

First, I needed to clean up my Pastor’s wife a little.  I went into our bathroom and got a bottle of 70% isopropyl alcohol and a bag of cotton balls.  First, I would tend to Martha’s breasts since they had been cut up by my bites worse than her pussy had been battered by my pecker.  I lightly dipped a cotton ball in the rubbing alcohol and began to sponge away the blood.  “What are you doing? Ouch, ouch, ouch! OUCH!  she exclaimed as I went from mopping up blood to swabbing the cuts.  “Well” I said, “it looks as if the ice queen is not dead after all but only swooned as a result of her romancing.”  “I don’t think that this is funny at all.  I don’t think that this is what Henry had in mind when he charged me over to you this morning.  There are going to be a lot of consequences to this.  Your actions have been OOUCCHH!!”.  I had finished with her nipples and the skin of her areola and had turned my attention, cotton balls and rubbing alcohol to her battered pussy.  I explained “My queen.  It appears that your nether regions were not as badly battered as your boobs during Mars’ war with Venus.  However the sensitivity to alcohol of Venus’ lips is far greater than the sensitivity of Venus’ nipples”.  “I don’t think you understand what you have just done.” Martha exclaimed “YOU HAVE JUST RAPED ME!  My husband is going to be beside himself.”  She continued to blather on while I search about for the belt to my pants.  She was working herself up into quite a lather. 

“Martha” I explained as I slapped the looped belt into my left palm, “I would not make assumptions about your husband and his attitude toward your Chastisement.  You need to notice three things.  First, you, bound hand, foot and waist to my coffee table are in no position to be haughty right now.  Second, your pussy and breast are right now extremely sore and rather battered.  Any further attention paid to them is likely to be accompanied by a great deal of pain.  Third, you are supposed to be a penitent Submissive undergoing Chastisement and I your Master am standing here with an implement of Chastisement in my hand.  Given these three conditions how many strokes should I give apiece to each of your breasts and to your pussy.”  Martha gasped.  She couldn’t believe that she was in for further pain and humiliation.  She couldn’t be getting another beating.  I had already battered her bottom with a heavy strap at nine o’clock this morning.  Her husband Henry had then followed this up with a spanking of her tits and pussy shortly thereafter and then fucked her violently.  About eleven AM I had given her pussy a light belting and fifteen minutes later had applied the heavy strap to her inner thighs.  This had been followed by what she viewed as an attempt to rip her nipples out and destroy her cunt during a terrible rape.  And now here she was, spread out and helpless as I was telling her things weren’t over yet.  “What have I done to deserve this” she asked. “My behavior this last week has been exemplary.  I thought I was in for nothing more than a ‘maintenance’ spanking.  Now I have been raped and battered more severely than I have ever been hurt in my life.  BAAGH! And I don’t deserve it BAAGH, It’s not fair BAAGH!” At this point she began to loudly cry.

Whap!  My belt made contact, coming squarely down on her swollen labia.  She started to scream.  I had learned today that once a woman was beginning to shriek during Chastisement you had her well on the road to breakdown and true Submission.  What was necessary at this point for punishment be carried out rapidly before she can reestablish control over herself.  This process is aided by varying the Chastisement unexpectedly.  Bondage was essential in this process since it gave complete control to the Chastiser to focus punishment wherever he chose.  “I think that a dozen will suffice, I suppose” I said as I rained down a half dozen blows on her vulva as rapidly as I could swing my belt.  Martha’s howling was now continuous.  With only half of the promised dose delivered, I switched my attention to her left breast.  Believe it or not Martha increased the rate and volume of her screams in response to this unexpected move.  She had been counting to herself.  After half a dozen smacks to the left breast, I switched to the right.  This she expected and the shrieking actually slightly diminished.  Well, we can maintain the expected order for a while.  After half a dozen to the right breast I quickly returned to whipping pussy.  With a total of a dozen belt slaps to the pussy lips, the bleeding that had early been staunched resumed.  At that point I returned to her nipples.  I finished the dozen I had promised to each of them.  As the last of the promised blows came down on the right teat, Martha’s screams abated to sobs.  She obviously thought that this part of her punishment was coming to an end.  That is when I gave her an unexpected bonus of another half a dozen on the cunt.  She responded to this with some of the finest thrashing about and verbal fireworks of the day.  “Such language coming from the Pastor’s wife” I exclaimed.  “I will have to mention this to Henry.  I suspect he is likely to severely reprimand you for taking God’s name in vain”.

I suspect that at this point Martha realized that she had once again totally lost control.  I’ll bet that she began to realize that something far more complicated was going on than she had thought earlier in the day.  This must have been the reason why she was so silent as I once again mopped up the droplets of blood drawn forth by the Chastisement of such tender and swollen parts.  I know that the rubbing alcohol must have stung worse than earlier.  But nary a sound.  Martha was thinking.  Similarly, no response was elicited when after what must have seemed an eternity of torture I untied her bonds and unlashed her wrist bindings.  She must have realized that her torment was temporarily at an end but that a new chapter in her Submission life had begun.  However, one little detail remained.  The blindfold stayed in place.  I did not want her to see the video camera running.        

A Little Bit of Dick For Suzie

The next thing was to lead Martha to where Suzie, draped over the chair, was recovering.  With Martha now safely pointed away from the camera, I removed her blindfold.  “Martha,  you are truly the mistress of the ropes.” I said with a tiny sliver of sarcasm.  “I want you to secure Suzie’s knees in the maximally spread position to the chain”.  The battered lady was unwilling to either argue or respond to my humor and simply complied with my request.  She was learning.  She may have also been interesting in what I was intending to accomplish with my half conscious wife.  Although immediately after having ejaculated into Martha I would have sworn that there was no sexual drive within me, I was beginning to have second thoughts about the celibate life.  Plying Martha’s most sensitive parts with my belt and Martha positioning my wife so as to present her pussy in the most favorable position seems to have sent a message to my dick.  That short third leg in the middle was coming back to life.  I figured the time had come to rouse my “sleeping beauty” from her slumber.

“Martha, you can slide back a couple of feet and watch what I am going to do” I said softly as I wound up my belt.  Martha, having no desire for any further contact with leather in her immediate future moved out of the way.  “Good Afternoon Dear” I crooned as I brought the strap down squarely on top of her slightly swollen but still corrugated labia.  “OOOWWWEEE!” shrieked Suzie as she suddenly came back to full consciousness of her exposed position and my renewed attention.  “Please don’t hit me anymore” she pleaded.  “I have been hurt enough today.  And please above all, don’t hit me there.  Hit me anywhere but there”.  Swack, I landed a second blow right on her cunt asking “Just where is there, my dear?”  “AAUUGHH!” she screamed then gasped “There is where it hurts”.  I persisted “What do you call it”. Swack went a third swat.  NOOOO! PLEASE NO! DON’T!  My wife Suzie was losing it again.  Martha helpfully interjected “Suzie, I think he wants you to properly plead by naming the spot”.  Swack went the fourth blow. “OOOOHHH! PLEASE DON’T HIT MY CUNNY!” cried Suzie.  He pussy lips were now really starting to swell, smoothing out the wrinkles she had ever since our 8 year old was born.  SWACK, a really hard 5th strike hit home.  “That’s not what its called” I said while being drowned out by the caterwauling. “OOOOOOO!  AAAUUUG! Please don’t hit my VAGINNNA!” she was trying to play the game while not totally losing control of herself.  Well, I thought, maybe after six suzie will figure it out.  I hope so because Mr. Dick is standing at attention.  Swack! “PLEASE DON’T HIT ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!”  “Bingo” I said as this time I swung something other that my belt at her worn pussy lips.

Oh Boy.  One of the reasons I love my wife is her creamy wonderful cunt.  After doing venereal battle with Martha the Ice Queen I was reminded of how much more I prefer my wife.  Delicious.  And I was equally surprised that after my massive orgasmic ejaculation into Henry’s wife, that I still had spunk to spend on my own.  Ah Well.  Some days are better than others and still others are really good.  Afternoon Delight.

All Good Things Must Come to an End

Eventually I put the blindfold back on Martha who had sat quiet as a mouse.  I think that I had really put the fear into her.  Dominic the black, curly haired savage.  Major threat to womanhood. I untied Suzie, leaving her blindfold on.  Taking each of the naked ladies by the arm I walked them out to the Crown Vic.  I deposited Martha behind the wheel surmising that she, although bruised and battered and probably unsure if anything she once believed in life was still true, was in better shape than Suzie.  I instructed them to sit still (they had little choice since I had the keys) and went back into the house.  I stopped the video camera and set it to rewind.  Retrieving the bag with Martha’s slip and dress I went into our bedroom.  Let’s see, I need a dress for Suzie.  Unfortunately she wasn’t much into dresses but eventually I found a ghastly yellow flowered sundress and petticoat.  That would have to do, I thought stuffing it into the bag.  Going outside I tossed the bag through the open window of the big Ford sedan into the back seat.  O.K. girls, take off the blindfolds.  They blinked at the bright East Texas sun shining through the tall long leaf yellow pines.  “Your clothes are in the back of the car and Suzie, as I said, the time is come for you to learn how to wear a dress.”  I opened up my wallet and removed a plastic card which I handed to my wife.  “Since both of you have had a traumatic day so far, Henry and I think you might need a little break in-between Disciplinary sessions.  There is a $1,500 limit on this right now.”  My wife gulped.  It was a charge card to her favorite clothing store in Cleveland.  “Hank figures that Martha needs a new dress and I know Suzie needs at least three plus skirts and blouses.  That should barely be enough to get you by.  Let me strongly admonish you – as Henry would say.  If you are not at the Parsonage by 5:00 PM sharp, neither of you will be able to sit at all for a week”.  They didn’t stop to even put their clothes on as they sped down the drive in a shower of gravel.  They probably dressed on the road in order not to lose valuable shopping time.

I went into the house to find the tape in the video camera had re-wound.  First, I went to the fridge and grabbed three long-necked Lone Star’s between my fingers.  Then I went over and sucked one down while I hooked up the camera to the VCR.  While the VCR started copying the tape that the video camera was playing I went to our john and took one of the more satisfying pisses of my life while sucking down the second Lone Star.  Then I sat down to watch the TV display the tape that was being copied while I sucked on the third Lone Star.  Henry, I thought.  You may be my best friend and you may have dropped into my lap in the last hour and a half the two finest screw jobs of my life, but I am not going to give you the only copy of this tape.  I just have to make one for me.