Punishing The Girls

An eBook By Rod Harden.

"You're to address all men as sir from now on. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your reward shall be removal of your blindfold-"

"Thank you, sir!"

"I wasn't done, bitch."

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir."

"Yes, you are sorry, aren't you? You're a sorry little slut. Perhaps we should forget the reward..."

"Please, sir. I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you."

He grinned at Karen and she smiled back. He was obviously having fun, and she was enjoying every second of it as well.

"All right then," said Gordon. "As I was saying, your reward will be removal of your blindfold, and you will not have to kiss all our feet. But–" he added quickly before she cut him off again, "while you are being disciplined here, you will not be able to simultaneously see and speak. So before the blindfold comes off, the gag goes back in."

Bonnie's shoulders sagged at this. "But I promise not to make a lot of noise, sir. You don't have to gag me."

"You're right. We don't have to. We want to. And really, it's no trouble." He signaled Scott and Jeremy Andrews, who each took an arm and lifted Bonnie to her feet. Scott stooped down and began locking leather cuffs around her ankles as Jeremy wedged a ball gag deep into her mouth.

Karen licked her own lips as she watched Bonnie's lips seal themselves around the large red ball. There was something about the sight of stretched feminine lips, coupled with the captive's useless moaning, that got her juices flowing again. In fact, the whole situation had her in a state of almost constant arousal.

She told herself it was because she was enjoying Bonnie's torment so much. And yet, she kept wondering how it must feel ... to be...

No. She shook the notion out of her head and stepped back into the shadow as Jeremy bent Bonnie over and lifted her taped arms toward the ceiling. He grabbed a rope that dangled from a pulley bolted to the rafter, and tied it to her wrist binding. Then he started pulling on the other end of the rope.

At the same time, Scott locked one end of a thin wooden bar to the cuff he'd just strapped onto the helpless girl's left ankle. He roughly slapped her right ankle and growled, "Spread 'em!"

Bonnie complained into her gag, but complied. Or tried to. The bar was about three feet long, but Bonnie had no way of knowing that with the blindfold still in place. In fact, she had no way of knowing why she was being made to spread her legs in the first place.

"More!" commanded Scott, as Bonnie groaned. Her arms were still being hoisted behind her at the same time. Karen sneered at her friend's squeals of alarm as Scott locked Bonnie's right ankle to the other end of the spreader bar, and Jeremy secured the end of the pulley rope.

The head cheerleader was left even more vulnerable and exposed than before. She was forced into a bent-over position, her ass thrust out provocatively and her tits dangling. With her legs spread wide, her balance was precarious at best, and most of her weight was borne by her tethered arms. The strain on her shoulders was visible. She mewed piteously as her fingers clutched in vain at the rope for support.

...

"Oh, get over it," said Karen. "Time for a little fun now." She went over to the corner where she had been standing and picked up her purse. She opened it and pulled out a slender, cone-shaped length of latex. It was bright pink in color, about six inches long, bluntly tipped at one end and tapering out to about an inch in diameter at the other.

"Know what this is, bitch?" she asked holding it up.

Bonnie raised her head and stared imploringly in the direction of Karen's voice. "Huh uhn," she muttered.

Karen chuckled. "Oh right, you can't see much now, can you? How could I forget? Except I didn't, of course. Anyway, it's a butt plug, Bonnie. I'm sure you know what a butt plug is, right? Well, I think it's the perfect accessory for you. You're so anal about our practice sessions anyway..."

She took a tube of lube from her purse and strode back to the helpless girl, giggling the whole way.

"You should be grateful, Bonnie. At least I'm getting it all nice and slippery for you first."

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