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Samantha

Punishment


When I got home that Friday, Paula greeted me brightly.

"Hello, Sammy," she said. "Come into the sitting room, your lesbian friend is here."

It was Gloria. "Hello, Sammy," she said.

 

"Come and sit down here, Sammy," Paula said.

I sat beside her. "Now then, you've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" Paula said.

She said it nicely but her words went like an icicle through my heart.

"Have I?" I said, a lump already in my throat.

"Don't play the innocent with me," Paula said. "Well?"

She was looking at me, waiting for a confession. I racked my brains. I couldn't think of anything I might have done wrong.

"Oh dear." Paula shook her head in resignation. "Stand up, Sammy, take your clothes off. It looks as though we will have to help you remember."

Her words frightened me.

I stripped and stood naked in front of them. I was shivering with cold and fright.

"Well?" Paula said.

I still couldn't think of anything I'd done.

"Stand behind that chair, Sammy."

One of the armchairs was in the middle of the room. I had wondered why it was there.

Gloria got up and put a big cushion on top of the chair back. "Lean over it," she said. "Stretch your arms out, reach down."

What were they going to do to me? I leaned over the back of the chair. My hair fell forwards, touching the chair seat.

Gloria pulled my arms down and tied my wrists to the front chair legs. She tied my ankles to the back chair legs. My feet were only just touching the floor.

"Sammy," Paula said. "Are you going to own up or not?"

"I don't know what you mean, honestly I don't," I said plaintively.

"Sammy, I'm sorry, I really am, but we are just going to have to try and jog your memory."

I was helpless, bent over the chair back with my bottom in the air.

Gloria picked up an object - two metal balls about the size of ping-pong balls connected by a short rod. It looked as if it was made of stainless steel. She smeared one of the balls with something from a tube. She went behind me. She put one of the balls against my arsehole and pushed, but it would not go in.

So she pushed harder until she forced it into my bottom. I yelped in pain. But once it was in and my muscles had contracted around the narrow rod it did not hurt.

"Give her a good spanking," Paula said. "Until she remembers."

I relaxed. I would not mind Gloria spanking me at all. I had thought they were going to do something awful to me.

Gloria brought the palm of her hand down several times on my exposed bottom. It felt lovely. Warming. I tried not to show my pleasure.

"I don't think that's helping her memory, Gloria. Try her with this," Paula said.

I didn't see what 'this' was, but I guessed it was the tawse. I would enjoy being whacked with the tawse.

But I was wrong. It wasn't the tawse. I heard a swish and I yelled out in genuine pain as the cane lashed across my bottom.

"That's better," Paula said. "One more, then I'll have to show her."

I gritted my teeth. Gloria whacked me with the cane again. But this time I didn't cry out.

The pain subsided. I had that warm feeling throughout my whole body again.

"Ready?" Paula said to me. "Look up, you naughty girl. I really think you had forgotten, hadn't you? When you remember Gloria is going to punish you properly. Watch."

Paula switched the TV on. I looked up, though it wasn't easy in that position.

On the screen was a picture of a bed with a suitcase on it. Then a girl came up to the bed and opened the case. It took me a moment. It was me. It was me on my very first day, the day I arrived. There I was, taking things out of my case, disappearing out of picture then coming back again.

How could this be? There was no TV camera in my room. But it was definitely me.

The scene on the TV changed. The case was gone. On the bed was my night dress. I appeared in my school uniform. It must have been that first night. I watched myself remove my shoes and socks, then turn towards the wall, my back to the camera - where was that camera hidden? I removed my pullover and white shirt and unclipped my bra but did not remove it. I saw myself put my nightie over my head and pull it down so it covered my body. Then I took off my bra, then my skirt and my pants. All with the greatest of modesty, just as the nuns had taught us.

The full implication of what I was seeing, the full horror was only just dawning on me. If they had recorded me doing that on my first day, what else had they recorded me doing?

I skimmed through my memory of the last few weeks, trying to recall what I had done in my bedroom. Had they watched everything?

"See how shy she used to be, Gloria, how innocent? You'll like this next bit."

There I was on the screen again, standing by my bed looking intently at something. Now I was undressing quickly. I was putting my hand to my pubic hair. And there I was, playing with myself. I watched myself sit on the bed and open my legs as if for the camera. I watched myself wank.

I couldn't watch any more. It wasn't that I was ashamed - I wasn't. My neck muscles couldn't hold my head up any longer.

"And this was the next night," Paula said. "We got her to stick her bum up in the air. See how that camera is practically looking up her arsehole?"

I lifted my head for a moment to see my bottom, my fingers up my cunt, my fingers on my clitoris.

"This is the bit I like though. Watch this bit, Sammy."

I looked up again. There I was, standing in the bathroom, looking straight into the camera. I was holding the shower head between my legs, directing the water jets onto my sex.

I let my head sink down again. The bathroom as well? I groaned. Had they recorded even my most personal moments?

"What is it, Sammy? Don't you think you look nice?"

I didn't reply.

Then suddenly it hit me. Suddenly I realised what I was supposed to have confessed to, why I was here, why they were doing this to me. I felt sick. I had been caught out. Now I knew I was to be punished and punished severely.

"Oh, Paula, I'm so sorry, really I am. I just couldn't stop myself, really."

"Aaah!" Paula said triumphantly. "She has remembered. You do deserve to be punished, don't you, Sammy?"

"Yes," I said. I had no reason to expect any mercy.

It was, of course, that time I had been in the maid's uniform and I had sucked Ralph off. I had had a wank against Paula's express orders not to. I hadn't thought she could possibly have found out.

"Go and hit her across the back of the legs with the cane, Gloria. Really hurt her while the guilt is still fresh in her mind."

Gloria came menacingly towards me

"Tell her you want her to punish you, Sammy," Paula said.

"Yes," I whimpered. "Please punish me, I do deserve it. I am very sorry, really I am."

Gloria hit me just below my bottom. I didn't make a sound, not a sound. I deserved it, all of it. I hung my head.

"Gloria will give you another one while we watch you being naughty," Paula said.


I looked up again. Paula was fast forwarding the tape through me lying in the bath playing with myself.

Then my empty bedroom. Then me coming in wearing that too short maid's uniform and throwing myself onto the bed, my hand furiously wanking between my legs and me coming in seconds.

"And hadn't I just told you specifically not to do that?" Paula said sternly.

"Yes, Paula. I'm sorry. I promise I will never do it again."

"I know you won't do it again, Sammy, I know that. That isn't the point, is it? You did it then, didn't you? Gloria is going to give you a beating you'll never forget."

I was frightened. Paula didn't sound playful. But I didn't plead, I knew that would only make it worse. But it could hardly have been worse.

Gloria hit me with the cane again, across the middle of my bottom. I tried not to make a sound. Again and again she hit me. I tried not to cry out, but after the first few blows I could not help it. As each blow struck me I shrieked in pain, terrible, unbearable pain. Gloria knew no mercy. I could hear her breathing deeply with the exertion of caning me. I think she was enjoying it. My bottom had felt hot after the first few strokes. Now it felt raw, bruised, tortured. Again and again Gloria hit me. I was crying continuously now, each blow merging into its predecessor, just continuous, terrible agony. I could feel my body lose all its strength and go quite limp as the pain and my fighting against it drained me of energy. I was like a little rag doll draped over the back of that chair having all the life beaten out of me.

"Do you think she's had enough?" I heard Paula asking. It was a distant voice.

Gloria responded only by continuing to beat me.

"Have you had enough, Sammy? Are you going to say you're sorry?"

I heard Paula's voice, as if in a dream. Then again I heard it: "Sammy? Sammy! Are you going to say you are sorry?"

Paula was there in front of me. She was lifting my head up by my hair. Through half open eyes I looked at her. I knew who she was, but things did not seem to be real.

"Sammy!" Paula said. She slapped me across the face.

"Hmm?" I respond vaguely.

"She's had enough, Gloria," I heard Paula say. "Give her some of this now."

I didn't care what it was they were going to do to me now. I was past pain, past caring.

Gloria's hand came slapping down on my bottom. Suddenly I revived and seemed to become fully conscious again. And then the most lovely sensation. Gloria had slapped a generous handful of cold cream onto my bottom, so cold it must have come straight from the fridge. She rubbed it into my raw and burning buttocks. The relief was glorious, the pleasure was positively wonderful.

"Now we'll give her this," I heard Paula saying.

I felt something pushing on the metal ball that was up my bottom. And then the metal ball began to vibrate powerfully. Gloria must have been holding a vibrator against it. What a lovely sensation.

Gloria moved her vibrator between my legs and held it against my clitoris. The vibrations were extraordinarily powerful. It was no ordinary vibrator.

The vibrations were impossible to resist. Gloria was remorseless, pressing the vibrator hard against me. But I knew I was going to climax, climax through all the pain, climax because of all the pain. The pleasure cut through my semi-conscious state bringing me round again, bringing me powerfully back to life. I was going to come. And I did come, the pleasure lasting for so long! And Gloria didn't stop. She didn't relax the pressure of that vibrator against me. For a few seconds after my orgasm the vibrator hurt me, caused me pain. I winced. Gloria did not take any notice. She held it there, hard against me. I was going to come again.

The second time I came something strange happened. My body didn't so much tense and quake, it convulsed. As I came I could feel every muscle in my body lock solid as though I had been given a huge electric shock. My knees were forced involuntarily into the back of the chair. I must have remained motionless like that for several seconds, locked into the most extraordinary orgasm I have ever had.

As I orgasmed I heard Gloria saying, "Are you all right, Sammy?" But I could not reply, I was paralysed with the pleasure of it.


"Sammy?" Paula said.

And then it passed and I went completely limp.

"God, I thought you'd had a heart attack, Sammy," Gloria said.

"That looked like a good one," Paula said.

"Ooh, yea," I mumbled.

Paula and Gloria untied me and carried me onto the sofa. They laid me down on my back. Paula put a large, fat vibrator up my cunt and started it going.

I came round once more, slowly regaining my senses. I tried to sit up, but the effort was too great and I sank back onto the sofa.

"Sammy? Are you with us?" Paula said.

"Yes," I said, opening my eyes and trying to focus on her.

"Sammy, I'm going to do something that will have permanent consequences."

I didn't register what she said. The ball up my arse and the vibrator up my cunt were filling me up and seemed to be touching each other through my insides causing the most intense sensations. I could no longer tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

"Open your legs wider, Sammy," Paula said.

I did as best I could.

Paula pulled on the inner lips of my sex.

"Where do you think, Gloria?" she said.

"Right there, in the middle," Gloria said.

"Sammy," Paula said. "I am going to give you a choice about this. Really. It is genuinely your decision. We want to pierce you, but it is up to you."

"Pierce me?" I said.

"Pierce your lips and put rings in you. Like earrings. To mark you as mine. You can say no. Here, let's take this vibro out of you. Can you have another orgasm do you think, or are you all done for?"

I shook my head. It was all I could do in my dazed state.

Paula pulled the fat vibrator out of my cunt. "We'll leave the ball up your arse, I don't want your shit on my sofa. Now, Sammy, are you compos mentis? Are we going to pierce you?"

"Pierce me?" I said. I couldn't collect my thoughts.

"Are you sorry for disobeying my orders, Sammy?"

"Oh, Paula, I am so sorry, really I am." I could feel the tears starting. I wanted to do something for her to show that I was sorry. To lick her cunt or do whatever would show I was sorry.

"Sammy, we're waiting. Do you want to have it done or not?"

"Do you want me to?" I said.

"Yes, Sammy, I do. You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, Paula, I'm yours." And I was hers. I loved her. I would do anything for her.

"Is that a yes, Sammy?"

"Yes, Paula, I want it done. I am very sorry about, you know. Please do it to me."

"Right. And don't say you're sorry about it again. Josh wanks himself silly over that bit of film."

Josh had seen it too? Of course he had. The army, the mysterious boxes that arrived from time to time. His study that nobody was allowed into, his upstairs study next to my room - the other side of those wall mirrors. Of course. It all suddenly fell into place.

"Come on, Gloria. Where shall we put them in? We don't want to wear grooves in some poor bloke's dick, do we?"

Gloria didn't seem to agree with this. "Humph," she went.

"Stop it, Gloria, we're not all raving dykes."

"More's the pity," Gloria said.

Paula pushed the vibrator into me again. "See? If we put them up here they won't rub?" Paula was touching the very tops of my cunt lips where they meet my clitoris. I have two little wings of cunt flesh there.

"Last chance, Sammy. Are you quite sure?"

"Yes," I said quite calmly.

"Well, hold on then. This is going to hurt like buggery."

Paula came and sat on the floor and put her arms around me. She felt warm and comforting.

Gloria tipped something from a bottle onto some cotton wool and wiped me with it. It felt cold.

"At least we haven't got to shave you specially for the operation," Gloria said. I think this was, for Gloria, a joke.

Gloria had a little machine. It reminded me of the stapler we had in the library. She positioned it very carefully, the lip of my sex in its jaws.

"Ready?" she said quietly.

I closed my eyes and clung to Paula. I heard a click then a tiny stab of pain.

It hadn't hurt at all. Paula laughed. She'd just been trying to scare me. I laughed too, relieved.

Gloria did the other one. I looked at what she was doing this time.

I didn't bleed much. Gloria pushed a gold ring into each of my cunt lips. The rings were only tiny and did not hang down like earrings - my flesh filled them.

Gloria gave me a mirror. I looked at my new jewellery. I thought it looked pretty.

"This is for you," Paula said. She was holding a short gold chain. She handed it to Gloria. Gloria fixed the ends of the chain to my rings.

"When your chain is on," Paula said, "you may not have sex of any kind. You may not masturbate, nobody may touch your cunt, your arsehole or your tits. When your chain is off anyone may do whatever they wish to you. But you may still not masturbate unless you have permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Paula," I said. Why did her saying that give me such a tingle?

"It should be OK," Gloria said. "Look at it carefully twice a day for the next week. Any sign of problems tell Paula and either I or Josh will look after you. OK, Sammy?" Gloria ruffled my hair.

I smiled at her. "Yes. Thank you, Gloria," I said.

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