Submissive Carol

"I'm only going to give you one but I am going to do it as hard as I can and it is going to hurt you a lot. Are you ready?"

"Yes, mistress," Carol said, her voice quavering.

"Hold her boys." And Lynne gave Carol's beautiful round arse an almighty swishing blow with the cane.

Carol yelped and struggled and squealed in agony long after the blow had been struck.

"Look at that!" Lynne said, touching the red mark that was darkening before our eyes.

"Your turn, Paul," Lynne said.

"No please!" Carol protested. "You said only one!"

"Really, Carol," Lynne said disappointedly. "How dare you talk to me like that. I said I would only do it once and I have only done it once. The boys will hit you once each and then we will punish you for that outburst. Do you understand?" And saying that Lynne forced three fingers up Carol's arse, wiggled them around, took them out and pushed them into Carol's mouth.

"Suck them," Lynne said.

Carol was whimpering, not daring to protest.

Lynne handed the cane to Paul. "Go on Paul, I'll hold her hands down. Do it as hard as you can."

"No, no," Carol couldn't help herself.

Paul must have hit her twice as hard as Lynne had. Carol's scream went so high her voice cracked. She was writhing in pain, struggling to get free, getting hysterical.

"Your turn, Mike."

I took the cane but didn't have the heart to hit her full force. Hard enough to leave a mark though.

We let Carol go. She started to get up and looked as though she was about to storm off, but we held her down. Lynne opened the jar she had brought out with her and slapped a handful of very cold cold cream onto Carol's arse.

"Ow!" Carol exclaimed. Then "Ooh, that feels beautifully cool."

Lynne soothed Carol and told her we wouldn't hit her again. Carol finally stopped crying.

"Can you get the mirror from the kitchen, Paul?"

Paul got the mirror and we showed Carol the three stripes across her arse.

"Oh my God!" Carol said. "They'll be there for weeks."

"Something to remember us by," Lynne said.

Carol fell into a sullen silence.

"Christ, that has made me horny again," Paul said, and by way of illustration he unzipped his flies and got his erect cock out.

"Suck it," he said to Carol.

"Suck it yourself," Carol said.

Whack! Lynne's hand came down across Carol's face, almost knocking her off the sun lounger.

"Bloody hell!" Carol yelled, clutching her face. "That's it, I'm..."

But before she could finish the sentence Lynne had grabbed her and held her up so that Paul could push his cock into her unwilling mouth. She struggled and tried to turn away, but she didn't succeed and her jigging about only made it nicer for Paul.

"Bugger me," Paul said. "This is going to be a quick one!"

And it was. He was spunking into her just a few seconds later.

Carol spat out his semen.

"Come on, Mike," Lynne said. "Do her too. For me."

My fly was undone and I was in there in a jiffy. "Do it nicely," I said to Carol.

And to my surprise she did do it nicely. But when I had come she still spat it out in protest and then she did storm off.

She came back a minute later, red in the face and shouted: "Where are my clothes?"

Lynne laughed. "Come and sit down, for fuck's sake."

Carol stopped in her tracks and her face cracked into a smile, then she too began to laugh.

"Come here," Lynne said warmly. And she pulled Carol to her and kissed her and stroked her.

"Did we hurt little diddums too much?" Lynne said.

Carol drew back from Lynne. She took Lynne's head in her hands, looked her in the eyes and kissed her deeply. She pulled back again. "I'm sorry," she said.

"That's all right," Lynne said. "Does your arse hurt?"

"I won't be able to sit down for a week," Carol said.

"Get James to rub spunk into it regularly," Lynne said.

"Does that soothe it?" Carol said.

"No, but James will enjoy it," Lynne said.

Carol laughed, paused, then said. "I meant sorry, mistress."

It was Lynne's turn to laugh.

"Well, it's four o'clock, we'd better get you on that train. Stay here, I'll get your things." Lynne fetched Carol's jeans, shirt and shoes, but not her bra.

"Put them on," Lynne said.

Carol obeyed.

"That will attract some attention on the train," Lynne said, looking at Carol's tits hardly hidden by the shirt.

"Yes, mistress," Carol said.

And you could tell by the way she said it and fluttered her eyelids that she was getting horny again.

"We'll post your case and things to you. Your ticket is in the pocket. I think that's all you need?"

"Yes, mistress," Carol said.

Carol and Lynne sat in the back of Paul's Merc. Paul had spread a rug across the back seat.

Just before we got into the town, a mile or so from the station, Paul pulled into a quiet country lay-by.

"Everybody out," he said.

We huddled round Carol and we all kissed and groped her. Then Paul pushed Carol to the ground on the grass verge, took out his cock, kicked Carol's thigh and then pissed on her. Lynne kicked Carol too, then stood astride her, pulled her knickers aside and pissed on her. I had no idea they were going to do this.

"Your turn, Mike. The kick is to put another mark on her and we want her soaked in piss for her journey home."

I gave her a little kick to show willing and pissed on her. Carol didn't make a sound. When we had finished we all got back into the car in silence. So that was what the rug was for.

"You're aroused, aren't you, Carol?" Lynne said.

"Very," Carol said. Nothing was said after that.

When we got to the station Lynne leant across and opened the door for Carol. "Fuck off," she said. And she pushed Carol out with her foot and closed the door behind her.

Carol didn't seem to care that she was soaking wet, bedraggled and that her wet shirt was completely see through.

She smiled beautifully at us and said: "Thank you." Then she turned and started to walk away, head held high.

Lynne wound down the window and shouted after her: "And don't hide in the bog. And put your hand down your jeans and have a wank during the journey." Mind you, I don't think even Lynne would have done that had it not been Sunday afternoon and pretty much deserted.

Carol turned, nodded and blew us all a kiss.

A few days later Paul and Lynne got a letter - yes, an old fashioned handwritten letter - from Carol. She thanked us all for giving her such a good time, said it still hurt when she sat down, said that James had been permanently on heat since she'd got back, and that if Lynne ever left Paul she would like to come and live with her. She also included a pair of her sweet smelling knickers for me, as a thank you for the story and the photos. Knickers which I am wearing as I write.

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