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Annie Holder's House Pt. 01

By: maximpact



Annie Holder used to live two doors away from me through the seventies and into the early eighties as I grew up, living with Foster parents long term in a Yorkshire village in England. 

I first met her when I was 7 years old. She would give biscuits with butter on to my friends and me if we knocked on her door. That was, until my Foster Mother told me to stop going there.

Annie was a Widow, and at the time of this account, starting in September 1981, she would have been in her late 60s, not much over five feet tall with slightly stooped shoulders. 

She was a little overweight with large hanging breasts and straight shoulder length, white hair. She used to wear patterned knee length dresses, donning a headscarf and a gabardine raincoat when she went out.

At the same time I was nineteen, six feet tall, slim but well built as I used to play rugby. I had short, dark hair and was clean-shaven. 

At eighteen I had become a bit of a rebel. Annie Holder's garden and house often cropped up in my escapades. The garden of Annie's semi detached house became a thoroughfare for my mates and me, lazily choosing not to walk around the road. 

We played football on her rear lawn when she wasn't in, churning up her grass, I stole apples from her trees and got up to all sorts of petty crime including stealing underwear from her washing line.

Annie would come out shouting at us, brandishing a broom or a stick. Often she chased us on her own but sometimes with the enlisted help of her next-door neighbor, Eddie Hall who lived 3 doors from me with his wife, Dot.

Eddie was known in rumor circles as "a bit of a pervert" and a suspected peeping tom among other things. My Foster Mother had expressly told me to avoid their house and him in particular. Eddie was in his mid 50s, around five and a half feet tall, with a beer belly, thinning black hair and a black moustache. He wore black trousers with braces over pastel colored shirts with "Granddad" collars.

Being young, fit and cocky we taunted them and ran off laughing any time they tried to catch us doing anything, often name calling, "Slack Annie" and "Pervy Eddie". 

One time after an unpleasant encounter she turned up at my home. We had let off fireworks outside Annie's window and rudely called her names when she screamed at us. My Foster Mother listened and placated her while I was sent upstairs. 

As she left I heard her say, "I don't care if he is an adult. He's living at home. If he was mine he'd be slippered on his bare ass!" That was probably when ideas started to come into my head and I started fantasizing about Annie. 

A week or so later I spotted Annie pushing some kind of package into Eddie's letterbox. It obviously wouldn't fit and I laughed as I stayed out of sight seeing her unable to get it in or out of the letterbox, eventually leaving it stuck there. 

When she left and walked to the bus stop I sneaked in and managed to pull the package out myself, hoping it might be valuable.

It was three thin paperback books wrapped in plain brown paper. I was going to just toss the whole package in the garden, assuming it to be Mills and Boone rubbish she was sharing with Dot, but opened it with curiosity after seeing it was addressed to Eddie.

The top and bottom of the book pile were pulp-romance novels but between them was a science fiction novel about a thief who, after being tortured sexually by his cronies, had befriended visiting aliens and helped them to torture and kill humans in very graphic, sexually sadistic ways. I kept it for a while, but fearful of my Foster Parents finding it, I burned it.

What really got my mind racing was an incident about a month later and we had been almost caught using Annie's garden as our thoroughfare. Stupidly we had done this at the same time for several nights and on this occasion she and Eddie were waiting to ambush us, Annie wielding a broom and Eddie a long bamboo cane. 

All of my mates escaped over the fence at the end of Annie's garden but I ducked behind a stone wall and blackberry bush between her garden and Eddie's. As I sat quietly I heard a bizarre but ultimately exciting exchange between them.

Eddie started it, saying, "I'd wipe the smile off his face!" I was stunned when Annie responded with, "I'd like to stick this broom up his ass hole!" They both laughed, Eddie adding, "I'd like to strip him naked, fuck his ass hole and fill his bowels with cum!" I was momentarily scared thinking that maybe this was all for my benefit and they knew I was there.

It wasn't, though. They really didn't know of my presence as they both walked off making small talk. The last significant thing I heard was again uttered by Annie, "I'd scrub his cock and balls with Vim and a stiff brush!"

My imagination went into overdrive after that, imagining fantasy scenarios where I was imprisoned and tortured in Annie's house by Annie herself. I tried not to imagine Eddie being involved.

A few days after my nineteenth birthday my Foster Parents sat me down to talk seriously. The general subject was the fact that in the eyes of the law I was considered an adult.

I had actually turned myself around a bit. I was on a bridging course at a local college and I was hopeful of securing a University place studying engineering. I hoped that would lead to a career in the design and development of mining machinery.

One Sunday, my Foster Father dropped the bombshell. If I was in trouble with the police, and especially if I was convicted of anything, I could kiss my chances of a place at a good university goodbye. 

I assured them both that I knew that and that I had no intention of getting into trouble. My Foster Father informed me that I already was in trouble.

Annie Holder had been round stating that someone had been stealing her milk from her doorstep for some time. She knew that I had done it because she had seen me. 

She had also had money taken from her kitchen and both she and Eddie Hall had seen me in her back garden. She was going to go to the police but had let my Foster Parents know, out of courtesy, before doing so.

I hadn't done it but my previous track record meant that my Foster Parents didn't fully believe me. With hindsight, it was something that couldn't really be proved but at the time it was a devastating allegation.

The outcome was an agreement by my Foster Parents that I would go to Annie's house that Sunday evening and talk to her myself. 

I would apologize for any offence I had caused and any mischief I had subjected to her to in the last year. I would offer to do odd jobs for her as some form of recompense.

With apprehension, I wondered if this what was she wanted, that she was luring me in so that she could punish me physically. Her genuine shock when I knocked on her door told me that wasn't the case.

"What do you want?" she snapped. I had rehearsed what I was going to say, so I immediately responded. "I have come to apologize for all the hurtful things I've done to you and to see if I can make amends." She scoffed at this, responding with, "You've just come to see if you can get me to drop the charges!"

I nodded; saying that I would like her to drop the charges but that I had changed and I sincerely did want to make up for what I'd done in the past. She was visibly unmoved until I uttered the phrase, "You can punish me any way you want."

She invited me in, asking if I knew how to make tea and sending me through the living room into the kitchen to put the kettle on and make a pot. The kitchen was the same shape and size as ours but very old fashioned. 

No cooker, a coal oven, a deep Belfast sink, a small fridge and a washing rack on rope suspended over the fireplace. Several stained but dry cloths were draped over one of the washing rack's beams. Upon closer inspection, one was an old pair of ladies' panties.

The kettle was a non-electric one and sat on the grate over the kitchen fire. It boiled quickly. I brewed a pot of tea and took it in to her on a tray with a clean cup and saucer, sugar bowl and milk that was already in a jug in the fridge.

I poured it in front of her, adding the milk to the cup first. "One sugar," she said. Holding her tea and sitting in an armchair she told me to stand up straight and answer some questions. "What do you think I should do with you?" 

"Whatever you think I deserve." I replied. She sipped her tea before telling me, "Suggest something, then!"

I thought about my answer and decided to be upfront. "A few months ago, when you came to my house, you told Mum you would slipper me on my bare ass." I looked down at my feet, embarrassed at what I had said. She was obviously nervous herself, her cup rattling on its saucer as she spoke. 

"Suppose I was to do that?" She snapped, "It doesn't even come close to what you deserve! You'd go blabbing about how I stripped you bare and tanned your ass! If that's what you are planning you might as well go now and I will call the police!"

I felt relieved that she hadn't contacted the police about the alleged thefts yet. I shook my head and assured her that I would tell nobody. I gulped, nervously. My mouth was dry and my head spinning.

She put her tea down, shakily and spoke, "I don't think you understand how much you hurt me. You don't know how much I want to humiliate you and cause you pain over and over again until you have learned your lesson. Do you hear me?"

I had to steel myself to speak the words I wanted to get out, to assure her that I was not bluffing. I croaked and stammered, "I heard you once with Eddie next door saying that you wanted to strip me naked, put things inside me and do things to my ... my ... err ... my genitals. If that is what it takes I will do whatever you want and I will let you do whatever you want to me." I found myself lost for further words.

She sat thinking, still shaking, sipping her tea. "Wait there and don't move!" She ordered and walked to the phone in the hall. 

She closed the door, rang a number and had a short conversation, recounting everything we'd said before affirming, "Right," to several statements made by the person she'd called before saying, "Yes you'd better come round as you will want to be involved." 

She came back into the room and sat again, breathing heavily. Suddenly she slapped the arms of the chair with her hands. "Right, if this is how you want to do it!" 

She told me to go into the front room and sit at the dining table, a large oak one with matching dining chairs. She brought me a pen and a school exercise book that had around a third of its pages ripped out, probably for shopping lists. 

She explained that I was to make a list of everything I had done wrong to her including anything I had stolen, how many times I had trespassed in her garden and anything of hers I had damaged. She asserted that I was to include everything and if I didn't know exact numbers I was to guess.

She closed the door and said to call her when I had finished. I began to write. The list was going to be a long one and I really had to guess at some of the numbers especially the times I had used her garden as a thoroughfare I made a best guess of about fifty times. 

I gulped when I remembered stealing the books but reluctantly listed it with the other offences. Admitting to stealing her underwear from her washing line was deeply embarrassing, but I wrote it down. 

The list went beyond one page downward, one per line. I started on the second page when the door opened and Eddie Hall walked in. I had guessed that he was the person Annie had called. He shouted at me to stand up. I stopped writing and stood in front of him.

He bombarded me with questions as to why I was really there, what I wanted, what my game was. I answered honestly, saying I was there to hopefully make amends and to accept whatever punishment Mrs. Holder decided I should receive. He said he would believe it when he saw it, and that he intended to see it with his own eyes.

He asked if I was recording and trying to trap Mrs. Holder. Was someone waiting outside ready to intervene? I assured him that neither was true. He made me turn out my pockets then lift my jumper and T shirt to check that I didn't have any means of recording on me. He told me to continue with the list and disappeared out of the door, closing it behind him.

I heard some of the conversation between them through the door. Eddie saying, "Opportunity of a lifetime you won't get another one." Annie saying "He's promised not to tell and if he signs..." Afterwards they were talking in unintelligible whispers. It sounded like they were working on something.

A few minutes later Eddie exclaimed loudly, "That's good enough. If he signs it, that's it for him, no backing out." This was followed by cackling laughter, with Eddie adding, "Oh yes we've got him good and proper!"

Eddie came back in first and asked if I had finished. I said that I had from what I could remember. He said I could add to it later. Annie joined us in the room. 

She had a piece of paper with her, undoubtedly the words they had been working on. She said I was to start a fresh page, glancing at the list that covered two pages of the exercise book.

She dictated and I wrote. " Put today's date. Put your full name and date of birth and your address. Now write this exactly as I say it!"

I wrote the details exactly as she ordered me to and waited. She looked over the details first, and then started dictating, "I consent to submit my body to Mrs. Annabelle Holder for punishment as she sees fit. I hereby consent to obey her every order." 

She waited until I had finished before continuing, "I consent to my punishment being observed and assisted by Mr. Edward Hall. I understand and agree that my punishment will begin today and will end when Mrs. Holder decides." She waited until I finished, checked it and had Eddie check it too. "Now sign it!" she ordered.

I signed it. She folded the page and using a letter opener she tore out the page cleanly. She asked if I had finished the list. I repeated what I had told Eddie, that as far as I could remember it was complete but that I would add anything later that I had forgotten. 

Eddie nodded and she agreed, saying, "It'll do, now sign it!" I signed the bottom of the list. She picked up the book and walked out of the door with it, shaking her head and sighing as she read.

Eddie closed the door and shouted at me to stand up straight, spitting as he said it. He spat more instructions at me saying that when he ordered I was to obey straight away without question. 

He rubbed his hands, laughed and spoke, "I don't think you know what you've let yourself in for, do you?" I shook my head. He shouted at me again, "When I ask you a question you answer me and you call me Sir, is that clear?" I nodded and responded, "Yes Sir."

He clapped his hands together. "Good, now when I tell you to you'll strip and put your clothes neatly on the chair, everything but your underpants and do it quickly!" I spoke, "Yes Sir." 

He bellowed at me, "That was an order not a question, only speak when I ask you a question you need to answer, boy!" Red faced, he breathed heavily before standing with his arms folded by the door.

He grinned and looked me straight in the eyes before speaking. "Strip!" I began to undress, taking off my jumper and folding it neatly, followed by my T-shirt. 

He told me to hurry up as I undid the laces on my trainers and removed them, placing them on my shirt, followed by my socks. He verbally hurried me more as I took off my jeans and folded them on top of the pile of clothes.

I stood in my black briefs, embarrassed at his stare, shaking uncontrollably with fear and trepidation. This was something I had tried hard not to imagine. He looked me up and down before making me turn around slowly while he watched and leered, rubbing his crotch. 

"Hands on your head, boy!" He barked, "When I say move you walk quickly into the living room and stand up straight for Mrs. Holder." 

He walked to the door and opened it. "Move and be sharp about it!" He ordered. I walked into the lounge, where Annie was standing, brandishing a large off-white tennis shoe that definitely wasn't hers. It even looked too big to be Eddie's.

I stopped and stood up straight in front of Annie. "That list makes interesting reading." She stated, sharply. "You've been a right little bastard to me haven't you?" 

I nodded, not knowing what to say or how to address her. Eddie soon told me. "When Mrs. Holder asks you a question you answer and you refer to her as Mistress!"

Annie spoke to Eddie. "He stole that book that went missing. It was him" Eddie looked angry. "Little fucker! What did you do with it?" He asked me, angrily. " I answered, embarrassed, "I burned it, I'm sorry Sir." 

He responded angrily, "You fucking well will be sorry boy. Your ass will pay for that, big time!" Annie smirked and said that she would let Mr. Hall decide upon my punishment for that and I wouldn't like it one bit.

She handed the slipper to Eddie, her hands shaking. I got the impression that this next step was an important one, no going back. She was going to strip me!

Eddie looked excited and wide eyed staring at my crotch. Annie hooked two fingers of each hand into the waistband of my briefs, her breathing fast and panting against my chest then my stomach as she leaned down, hands shaking. 

"Go on, he deserves everything he gets! Strip him naked and let's get started!" Urged Eddie. 

Annie made the decision. She crouched in front of me and yanked down my briefs, letting my semi erect penis spring out. Annie laughed nervously, "Not a very big boy are you?" 

I answered, trembling, "No Mistress." Eddie never averted his gaze from my crotch and said, sniggering, "Looks like he's getting a lob on! How big is it when it's hard, boy?" "Six and a half inches, Sir." I answered. 

Annie tugged at my full, dark pubic bush. Looking at Eddie she asked, "Have you still got a pair of dog clippers?" Eddie laughed and replied, "Yes they're in need of a clean up but they'll do the job. I've got a spare cut throat razor and a strop, too!"

Having taken the step to get me undressed completely Annie's confidence grew. "Step out of those underpants!" she ordered. I did as she asked. Eddie picked them up and took them out of the room. 

Annie grabbed my penis in her hand, squeezing it before pulling back my foreskin roughly. "This won't escape punishment either, you know that don't you?" She asked quietly, whilst pulling my foreskin back and forward over my glans. "Yes Mistress." I stammered.

"Ooh it's getting harder!" She laughed and pulled my foreskin back sharply then continued to rub her gripping hand backwards and forwards across my exposed glans. It was painful, terrifying and yet strangely erotic. 

At my age I couldn't help getting an erection and my penis was soon rock hard to her obvious delight. "Yes," she whispered, "I have lots of plans for this grubby little cock to make you pay!" She stopped rubbing and turned around to take a dirty white shoelace from the shelf. It was the lace from the tennis shoe.

She wrapped it tightly around the base of my penis several times before pulling it tight with a granny knot then a neat double bow. My erection was now going nowhere as my penis swelled and throbbed. It stood out and up like a flagpole on a foreign embassy.

Eddie stopped in the doorway watching the action as Annie struck my erect and coloring penis with the back of her fingers, striking the shaft with her nails. 

She grabbed again, digging her nails into the tender, taut flesh of my shaft. She sighed and beckoned Eddie in with the tennis shoe, taking it from him and flexing it.

She turned to Eddie. "Best you tell him about tonight and arrangements for after. You remember them better than me."


Annie Holder's House Pt. 01



Eddie cleared his throat and spoke, "Tonight boy you are going to get your first taste of the slipper but by no means your last. Mrs. Holder is going to slipper your ass and you are going to thank her afterwards."

"Get in the habit of looking up at that landing window on the side of Mrs. Holder's house every morning. When you see your pants in the upstairs window you come here at four 'o' clock on the dot that evening. 

Don't give us any bullshit about college finish times because I've seen you back home at four before now so it can be done!" 

He was correct. My college day ended at three thirty and if I hurried I could be in the house by four if I rushed.

He continued, "You come straight in the door, you strip naked and leave your clothes folded by the door then you wait until we call you in. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I croaked. He continued. "When you are called in it is to be punished. When the punishment is finished you will thank Mrs. Holder and you will be told to leave. It's up to you what lies you tell your friends and your parents, we don't give a shit as long as you don't blab about this!"

He paused before continuing, "Now, you will bend over on my command, with your feet two feet apart, your legs straight and you will hold your legs just above your ankles. Mrs. Holder will slipper your ass until she decides to stop. When told to you will stand up straight and you will thank Mrs. Holder for your punishment."

He paused again, and then ordered me to bend over. Eddie moved behind me to get a good view of the slippering. "Tight little ass hole, boy!" He laughed, "It'll need to stretch a bit soon enough!"

Annie moved into position, tapping the slipper on my left buttock before delivering a full arm stroke that shocked me with its ferocity as well as hurting, the burning starting to spread as she landed the second on my right buttock. 

The beating continued, left then right, each one stinging more as it landed on the tender area created by previous strokes. I tried to count but lost it after twenty as many more painful, searing strokes cracked against my sore buttocks.

The beating lasted over twenty five minutes, until Annie took a short break then continued, but obviously with a tired arm as the intensity reduced, though they still stung as the burning spread all up my back and down my legs. Finally she stopped. Eddie ordered me to stand and thank her. 

I stood up my penis still erect and my buttocks stinging and sore. "Thank you Mistress." I stammered. 

Annie grabbed my penis again, digging in her nails. "Thank you for what, boy?" She asked, a little breathless. "Thank you for my punishment, Mistress." I stated clearly. Annie undid the lace; binding my penis, now prominently purple, throbbing as blood flowed around it again.

"Consider that a taster, boy!" sniggered Eddie. Annie grabbed my penis again, this time squeezing it before masturbating me slowly. 

She spoke to me as she increased the frequency and force of her pumping action whilst tightening her grip, "Now remember you don't tell anyone what happened here or what happens whenever you visit. "

She let go and walked into the kitchen. Eddie ordered me to walk into the front room and dress quickly, minus my underpants. I winced as I pulled on my jeans over my sore buttocks. 

He moved to the front door, opened it and told me to get lost and not to be late tomorrow.



Annie Holder's House Pt. 02



Monday was washday at Annie Holder's house. In fact Monday was washday everywhere in the Yorkshire mining village I lived in. Most families had washing machines in 1981. 

Annie didn't. She still washed her underwear, slips and pillowcases in a low, shallow Belfast sink in her washhouse outbuilding using hot water heated in a copper with a fire underneath.

The washing was rinsed with jugs of water from the copper with a final dip in the copper itself before she wrung her things out and hung them up to dry. The remaining water in the copper was then discarded. 

That is until I started visiting on Mondays.

That first Monday I saw my underpants hung in the window for the first time. I knew that meant that I had to be at Annie's for four 'o' clock and no later. At a few minutes before four, quite breathless from a fast walk from college and dropping off my bag at home, I pushed the door open and stepped into Annie's hallway.

I took my clothes of, folding them neatly by the door and waited, unsure whether to be standing up straight or not. I decided to. I looked down at my genitals. My penis was almost erect. 

I suspected that this evening was going to mean a lot of pain and humiliation. Despite that, or maybe a little bit because of it, endorphins were surging around my body and making me both scared and excited at what Annie had in store for me.

"Get in here!" boomed the voice of Eddie Hall through the door. I opened it and walked through into Annie's living room. Annie wasn't there. "Follow me and be quick!" ordered Eddie and set of through the kitchen and out of the back door. 

We walked round to the outbuildings and into Annie's washroom. It was a small room with bare brick walls, a few wooden shelves, the Belfast sink at a low level under the only, tiny, window and the copper in the corner with a chimney chute also built in brick.

The room was warm because a fire had been lit in the early morning to heat up the copper. Although it had died down significantly now, embers still glowed. I suspected that Annie had put an extra shovel of coal on it mid morning to keep it burning.

The room was around 7 feet long by five feet wide. A bit cramped for three of us perhaps until Annie's first order made sense of it. " Get in the sink and on your knees facing me!"

I climbed into the shallow sink that was three feet long, two feet wide and five inches deep. "Spread your knees wide and put your hands behind your head." Ordered Annie. As I shuffled myself into position she pulled over a small stool and sat on it in front of me putting her head at my chest level.

She reached forward and grabbed my penis firmly, feeling it hardening simply by her first touch. She pushed back my foreskin violently, making me wince. " Foreskin always pulled back!" She scolded me. "Don't let me ever have to tell you that again."

She held up her hand and Eddie handed her a very dirty, metal pair of hair clippers, undoubtedly the ones the used to use on his dog. They were speckled with rust and covered in a surface layer of grime.

"Keep still and don't fidget!" Warned Annie, "Or this will hurt more." With that warning she began to pull at my pubes with her left hand while clipping away with her right. 

This was more successful than I feared looking at the condition of the clippers and although hairs were being pulled out painfully every time she pulled the clippers away, large balls of pubic hair were also falling into the sink. I was being shorn, slowly and uncomfortably.

She tugged my penis left ten right down then up as she clipped around the base of it, sometimes producing sharp pinches as the clippers caught my tender flesh. I winced a few times. She clicked her tongue and said, "Don't be such a baby."

As she cut away the last of my pubes to stubble, Eddie was sharpening a cutthroat razor on a strop, hung on the back of the wooden door. When he was satisfied with the blade he placed it on the draining side of the sink.

Annie put down the clippers and got up from the stool to stretch and walk back to the kitchen. Eddie stared at my penis, now looking more prominent without its full bush surroundings. He filled the jug from the copper. "Smell that, boy!" He said as he wafted the jug under my nose. It smelled musty, almost like yeast. It was murky and not clear.

"You're sharing the water Mrs. Holder has washed her pissy knickers in! Lucky boy!" He laughed.

Annie returned with a plastic bottle of Fairy Liquid washing up detergent, a dirty grey wood and bristle scrubbing brush, a tin of Vim cleaning powder and a un-labelled brown bottle. She placed them on the wooden drainer beside the sink. Suddenly my mouth was dry and I was a lot more apprehensive.

Before sitting down, Annie took the jug of water that Eddie had filled and tipped half of it over my genitals, following it up by squirting Fairy liquid at the base of my penis. 

She set to work smearing the liquid around my cropped pubic area, then soaped up my penis, the feel of her hand and the soapy liquid making me hard almost instantly.

She took the razor from Eddie and deftly shaved away my pubic stubble, dipping the razor in another full jug of the water from the copper to clean it. I was more than a little scared and apprehensive as she wielded the razor s close to my penis and balls. She manhandled my penis from side to side, up and down again to shave every last trace of hair from around my groin then set to work on my sac.

Her wrinkled, bony fingers moved my balls around as she concentrated on shaving me. Her upward strokes frightened me as the razor's edge flashed close to the hard flesh of my penis.

When she was satisfied she rinsed with the jug followed by another, filled from the copper, then nicked off stray hairs. My penis was still erect much to Eddie's amusement. "I think he's enjoyed that a bit too much Mrs. Holder." He laughed.

Annie replied, "It's not for his benefit though is it? It's to suit me." She cackled and added, I bet he'll not enjoy the next bit though!" She put the razor down carefully closing it up and picked up the Vim.

She shook the Vim over my groin, liberally coating my penis and balls with the light blue powder. I braced myself expecting it to sting but aside from a mild tingle on my glans there was no pain until it found its way into a few tiny cuts from the razor.

She put down the Vim and picked up the scrubbing brush. Holding my penis in her left hand she began to scrub around it and across my sac. It scratched and dragged as the bristles scraped across my hairless skin. She held my penis in the flat of her hand and scrubbed across it furiously. 

The pain in my shaft was harsh but when the bristles dug in and raked their way across my glans I gasped and cried out. It felt as though it was being flayed. She saw my reaction and smirked, repeating the scrubbing motion over and over, transferring her attention onto my shaft and balls then back onto the head of my cock. 

I winced and gasped, trying desperately not to cry out. I wasn't entirely successful, much to Annie's amusement and Eddie's positive delight. The scrubbing continued, the Vim lathering up and beginning to burn as it was scrubbed into scratches on my shaft and sac.

The harsh, brutal treatment of my glans, however, was what was threatening to send me over the edge. Every time Annie drew the brush across it, I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to scream, which encouraged her to do it more.

I sweated and gaped open mouthed as the scrubbing continued relentlessly. Eddie watched transfixed, silent for once and quite obviously enjoying it. Annie pursed her lips and scrubbed with gusto, fully aware of the frightful agony she was causing.

Finally after what was several minutes but seemed like hours, Annie stopped and put down the brush. Eddie looked dismayed and asked, "You're not carrying on then? He's only just got a taste of it!"

Annie replied, " If I scrub any more I'll draw blood." I thought that Eddie might argue the point but he didn't. Annie rinsed off the lather with two jugs of the luke warm, slightly smelly water, revealing the pink, swollen state of my penis and balls. My erection was down to half-mast now, due to the uncomfortable treatment I'd been subjected to.

Annie picked up the brown bottle and removed its top. I recognised the smell straight away, even above the detergent aroma of the Vim. It was surgical spirit. Without touching me, she tipped up the bottle, pouring the clear liquid over my glans, down my shaft and around my sac. It burned like hell fire immediately, a feeling that did not subside for several minutes and continued to burn, albeit less intensely, afterwards.

At that moment in time I felt as though my genitals were literally aflame, scorching my nerve endings and making Annie's rinse water seem infinitely more welcoming.

They both laughed as I gasped and almost hyperventilated, my eyes wide and wild. "'Expect he's regretting the decision to take his punishment with you now Annie!" Quipped Eddie. I groaned and gasped as the burning pain refused to subside.

As it did start to subside, they chatted as though I wasn't there, or at best merely incidental to their conversation. "What's for the best next?" Asked Annie, "Have him standing up or knelt down somewhere?"

"Knelt down would be better," replied Eddie, "but somewhere raised so you don't have to bend too much and you have plenty of room to swing."

They obviously hadn't got all the details finalised for my ongoing punishment yet. Eddie looked enlightened suddenly. "I've got that table I made for the fish tank in my back bedroom. That would be perfect. I'll go and get it." He chipped in. Annie nodded her agreement and Eddie left.

With Eddie gone, Annie turned her attention back to me. She grabbed my penis and began to pull my foreskin back and forth over my glans. The movement increased the burning sensations but also stirred up endorphins. I was very quickly erect again.

She continued masturbating me as winced. She was evidently enjoying causing me confusion and pain. She smirked as her hand slid up and down my shaft, her little finger gripping my foreskin.

I wondered how long this was going to last until evidence of Eddie's return in the form of much puffing and panting came into earshot. Annie quickly stopped what she was doing and wiped her hand on my thigh. She instructed me to get up and follow her.

Eddie had placed the table in the living room by the time we got there It was just over two feet tall, two and a half feet wide and around eighteen inches deep. It was made of a metal framework, Dexion and had a plywood top.

Annie ordered me to get on it and kneel like I had been doing in the sink but this time to lean back and grip my ankles. From the kitchen, Eddie produced a flogger made from PVC insulated electrical flex. 

The tails were eighteen inches long and its handle was a wrap of several layers of black insulation tape. Three electrical cords had been used to make it, so there were nine tails in all.

Annie took it from him and prompted him to speak. "Now you've been prepared Mrs. Holder is going to give you a whipping, boy." He told me, "When she's finished with you, you're to thank her than that's it for tonight!"

He stopped but Annie prompted him again. "This is what will happen every Monday from now on unless you don't see your pants in the window. Keep an eye on that window though, boy because we'll want you in here other days too!" He added.

Annie stood on my right and after letting the tails of the homemade flogger tickle against my chest, she too aim and sliced her first stroke onto my chest below my collarbone. 

It stung madly but the after-burn was even worse. A second followed quickly below the first. Next one that hit my right nipple full on, then one equally as accurate on my left nipple.

I looked down at my chest. It was already starting to turn pink matching my genitals. Weals were already forming where the thin, hard flex had bit into my pale skin.

Annie relished the pain she was causing and Eddie's eyes were transfixed as the strokes lowly edged their way down my stomach towards my genitals. I didn't know whether to close my eyes or not but just as I thought that the flogger would strike my penis, Annie moved down to just above my right knee, laying a painful stroke on my thigh there. 

She moved up my right leg until the flogger's stray tails were catching my balls. If she was only watching my face she could have guessed when she was that close as my mouth dropped open as my balls were caught.

She moved onto my left leg again rising up slowly, strokes crossing strokes, each one slightly higher. As my balls felt the tails again she moved back up starting again at the top of my chest.

This time she stood in front of me directly, criss-crossing the strokes of the flogger across my chest and stomach. Eddie moved to my left to get a better view. It was agony, bearable but worsening as the strokes were laid on top of previous ones.

Finally she stopped. I panted, getting my breath back for a minute then spoke, "Thank you for my punishment, Mistress."

"It's not finished yet!" Spat Annie. She was brandishing the lace from the tennis shoe again. Eddie laughed and commented, "Didn't think you were getting away that lightly did you boy?"

I was panting and getting breathless again suspecting what was coming. Annie stroked my sore penis gently then gripped and began masturbating me. I wasn't going to plead with her. I knew that it would do no good. Neither could I help my body's reaction as my penis hardened again in her hand.

She tied the lace tight around the base of my penis, fastened it in a granny knot then loped around my balls, pulling tight in another granny knot before adding a double bow.

My penis and scrotum protruded, pink and already swollen. Annie teased, letting the tails brush across my genitals. "Think about what a little bastard you've been to me while this is happening!" She snapped, bringing back her arm and unleashing a full arm stroke onto my penis and balls. I cried out in shock as well as extreme pain. "Shut it boy or I'll gag you!" Threatened Eddie, grinning.

The strokes rained down relentlessly onto my throbbing, burning genitals. My glans was getting hit with every stroke. My eyes and mouth were wide in a grimace of agony.

Twenty, perhaps thirty strokes Annie subjected my nether regions to before she stopped. I lost count. She rubbed her wrist so perhaps stopping was more to do with her condition than mine.

"Now you can thank Mrs. Holder!" Eddie told me. Thank you for my punishment, Mistress." I stammered. She said nothing. She loosened and removed the lace around my penis and balls; giving both a firm squeeze before turning away. "Get him out of here." She told Eddie.

Eddie held the door to the hall open and told me to get dressed and be sharp about it. I dressed and as I put my shoes back on he opened the front door, checking that nobody was around outside.

Satisfied that nobody was around to see, he spoke to me, "Right, get lost now and keep an eye on that window! You see your underpants you are back here at four!"

I walked out into the night and he closed the front door behind me.



Annie Holder's House Pt. 03



The Tuesday and Wednesday passed without any sign that Annie wanted me to return for more punishment. Walking to college on Thursday morning I spotted the pair of black briefs in the landing window that signalled my return that evening.

When I arrived at four 'o' clock I opened the front door. On the previous Monday I had undressed on my own in the hallway and waited until I was called through. This time, Annie was waiting in the hall herself. In contrast to my two previous visits where she wore a dress, this time she was in a black, calf length dressing gown, closed with press studs at the front. Her legs were bare and she had slippers on her feet.

"Get here!" She ordered, "Turn around and get your arms up in the air. From now on you won't undress yourself, you'll come in and wait for me to strip you!"

I did as she ordered. She pulled off my sweatshirt and threw it down, followed by my T-shirt. My arms remained in the air as she stood behind me and ran her hands over my chest and stomach.

"Left foot back!" She ordered. I kept my arms in the air and lifted my foot. She pulled off my training shoe and sock together without unlacing the shoe and tossed them aside. The same happened with my right shoe and sock.

She reached around, undoing my belt, unfastening the button on my jeans and unzipping my fly. Before yanking down my jeans harshly. "Step out of them!" She ordered. I stepped forward as she grabbed and threw my jeans with one motion.

She slid her wrinkly hands inside the back of my briefs and yanked them down to my ankles. "Step out, turn around and keep your hands away from that little cock of yours!" She ordered. As I did so she flung my briefs towards my jeans on the floor.

She reached down cupping my balls in one hand and stroking my penis with the other. She gripped and withdrew my foreskin, saying, "That's it, now keep it pulled back." 

She let go and told me to turn and face the living room door, drop my arms and stand straight.

She grabbed my penis again, this time running her gripped hand coarsely over my glans and shaft, masturbating me. "Let's get this tiddler hard shall we?" She cackled. 

My penis rose to attention and I was sporting a full erection within seconds. She smiled and spoke, "That's it, you little bastard. Now when I say mush you get yourself through that door and stand facing the armchair!"

She paused, letting go of my penis. She slapped my buttocks. "Now, mush!"

I walked swiftly through Annie's living room and stood facing the armchair that had been positioned with her small coffee table beside it. Lots of items were laid out on the coffee table, but as I was aware of Annie watching me I faced the chair and looked forwards instead of examining them.

Annie strolled in and sat in the armchair. Eddie was nowhere to be seen. "I bet you've never been across someone's knee for a spanking!" Exclaimed Annie, "It's about time you did!" She pulled apart her dressing gown and parted her knees.

"Get over here now and don't put your weight on me, support yourself!" She ordered. I positioned myself and bent over her lap. She grabbed my penis and testicles, forcing them between her knees and closed her legs, trapping and squeezing my genitals. With my feet and hands on the floor I supported my weight as Annie pushed my head down and pulled my thighs forward to get my buttocks in the air.

She began to slap my buttocks with her right hand, one at a time, quite quickly and sharply. The slaps began to sting and my buttocks heated up with each one. She laughed to herself as she continued to strike my warmed up buttocks while she ground my penis and testicles between her lower thighs.

A good ten minutes passed, all the while Annie slapped away at my tender and sore ass cheeks, alternating between hard strokes with long intervals and sharp cracks repeated quickly. She pushed my head upwards with her left hand, "My hand is stinging now, stand up!" she ordered. I stood and watched as she retrieved a twelve-inch wooden ruler from the pile of things on the coffee table.

She whacked the ruler across the top of my semi erect penis twice, before tapping the underside of it, making it rise and drop. She passed the ruler into her left hand and began to masturbate me with her right hand, slowly but purposefully. "I bet you thought I'd have forgotten what to do with one of these didn't you?" she asked, as my penis hardened in her grip. "No Mistress." I gulped, aware once again of how easily aroused I was.

"Don't lie!" she cackled, "I know just how to treat this little worm!" She pulled my penis down, making me take up position over her lap again. This time she fed just my penis between her legs, letting my sac rest on her thigh. She opened and closed her legs a few times, squeezing it between them.

She took the ruler in her right hand and systematically began beating my buttocks with it, right-left-right-left continuing on as the heat built up in them and the stinging, burning pain spread up my back and down my legs. 

Every time she pulled her hand back to begin, she relaxed her legs. Each time she struck she closed them hard, trapping and squeezing my penis between them. Despite the constantly fanned flames of pain in my buttocks my erection remained rock hard and as she struck me time and time again I felt like I would cum very soon. My balls were ready to erupt.

My breathing probably gave it away. Annie stopped and put the ruler down. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this, you little bastard!" she snapped. "Get off and kneel down in front of me!"

I did as she asked. She slapped my cheeks hard with the flat of her hands, left first then right. She looked me directly in the eyes. "When you stole my underwear off my clothes line you wanked over it didn't you?" 

I didn't actually. It was more a dare and a joke with my friends. I guessed, though, that was not what she wanted to hear. I answered, "Yes Mistress," and looked downwards. She slapped my cheeks again, "Look at me you little shit!" She snapped. I directed my gaze at her face. "I'll give you a wanking lesson every Thursday now and it's one you won't forget!"

She picked up a pair of large panties from the table. "Not clean ones this time, ones I've been wearing!" She cackled, and pushed them under my nose. They smelled musty and pungent. She had probably worn them since Monday and taken them off before I arrived, hence her attire.

"Open your mouth!" She ordered. With my mouth open wide she pushed the panties inside, poking in with her finger. She pinched my lips shut and picked up a pair of tights from the table. These she pulled over my head so that the crotch was over my nose. She stretched and wrapped one leg around my head over my mouth, and the other over my eyes, tying each off.

The odour from the tights was every bit as pungent as that from her panties that now resided in my mouth. As I swallowed saliva I thought about it being mixed with the juices on her panties. I quickly pushed the thoughts away, concentrating on what I could partially see.

"Can you breathe?" She asked. I nodded. "Can you see?" she asked. I shook my head, although it wasn't the entire truth. I certainly could not see straight ahead but looking downwards I could see through the mesh of the tights almost clearly.

She instructed, pulled and pushed me into a position she was happy with, making me stand, my legs apart, straddling her legs and my erect penis pointing upwards at her face. My hands were to remain behind my back. Grasping each opposite elbow.

When I looked down I could not see her face but I could see her body from her chest to where I straddled her thighs. She picked up a tennis shoe lace from the table and wrapped it around my scrotum, between my penis and my balls. She looped it, pulling it tight, before tying it off with a double bow.

She placed a small towel over her thighs underneath where my penis stood, stil erect then picked up a small bottle of baby oil, opened it and poured a stream up my penis shaft from base to the tip of my glans. She put down the bottle quickly and grasped my penis with her right hand, obviously eager to start.

"I'm going to wank you now," she stated, "and I'm going to wank you properly, and hard. I'm going to wank you so hard and for so long it will be painful. You'll do one thing and one thing only!" She paused while she smoothed the oil over my penis. "You won't cum! If you feel like you are going to cum you stop yourself. You'll get no help from me, I'll keep wanking you until I think you've had enough and then some more." She paused again

"This will happen every Thursday now and don't think you'll help yourself by wanking yourself off before you get here because if you don't get it hard straight way you'll get a bigger beating and I might even ask Eddie to do it!"

She began to masturbate me, sliding her hand along my shaft quickly and smoothly. The urge to cum was almost immediate and I breathed deeply through my nose as my eyes widened. The odour from her tights filled my nostrils and reacted with the taste of her body fluids from her panties on my tongue. I fought hard not to explode as her hand slid deftly up and down, massaging my glans and sliding swiftly from tip to base and back along my penis.

Thoughts that she would slow or stop when her hand got tired were diminished as she switched between her right and left hands almost seamlessly, the relentless masturbation not even pausing as she did. I gasped against my pantie-gag as I desperately resisted the urge to blow my load. After what felt like an age but was probably about ten minutes my shaft and glans were burning and my balls had a dull ache that was getting worse as time moved on. I was still fully erect and Annie's hand was still gliding up and down my shaft at speed. 

She stopped a while, pouring on a fresh coat of baby oil and wiping her hands. I had been looking straight ahead into the blindness afforded by the tights leg covering my eyes. As she started masturbating me again I looked down to see that her dressing gown was gaping open at her chest where she had undone two press studs and while she slid her right hand along my penis her left hand was inside her dressing gown. She was fondling her breasts!

How I didn't shoot my bolt at this point I don't know but unaware that I could see her she was playing with herself as she masturbated me. I willed her to open some more press studs so I could perhaps glimpse her breasts but as she changed hands she pulled her gown closed, leaving the two press studs open.

As I visibly gasped, she pulled open another two press studs further down and put her hand down into her own crotch. Her thighs parted, touching against mine as her hand moved inside her dressing gown. She moaned lightly, obviously trying to suppress the sound as she carried on her dual assault on my penis and her own nether regions. Whether she was rubbing her clitoris or inserting her fingers in her vagina I couldn't see, sadly but she was evidently enjoying herself.

As this continued her hand movements on my penis sometimes got erratic, though this didn't help my efforts not to ejaculate and my balls now ached agonisingly I was near delirious trying not to cum.

Annie's concentration was so intense that she didn't hear Eddie come in the front door and into the lounge behind me.

It was only when he spoke that she jumped back with a start, pulling her dressing gown together and pulling her hand out at speed. ""You still wanking him, Annie? You'll wear it out at this rate!" Eddie joked.

Annie stammered and coughed, embarrassed. "No more than he deserves!" She croaked, trying to maintain some composure. "Don't stop on my account," laughed Eddie, "I don't mind watching his balls turn blue!"

He stood at my side, "Bloody hell Annie, I've never see a cock that red, it looks like a stick of rhubarb! How long have you been wanking it?" He chortled. Annie looked towards the clock above her fireplace. "Over twenty minutes at least." She cackled, adding, "That's enough now, time he learned another lesson. Did you finish it?"

Eddie passed Annie something. She held it and looked at it in front of her. As she lowered it I saw that it was apiece of broom handle around eighteen inches long with graduated marks from around six inches from its tip to a handle around six inches from its base wrapped in grip tape like a tennis racquet. I knew immediately what they were going to do with it.

Annie removed the lace from my scrotum but the ache in my balls did not subside. She wrapped it tightly around the base of my throbbing, sore penis, the lace cutting into my erect flesh and burning as she pulled it tight and tied it off.

I was made to kneel. Annie removed the tights from my head before having me push the panties from my mouth with my tongue into her hand. I was made to stand. I noticed Annie adjusting her dressing gown as I did so, fastening the press studs and smoothing it down.

I was made to lie on my back on the bench I had been whipped on the previous Monday and to spread and bring up my legs, holding my calves with my hands. Annie knelt down and taking the bottle of baby oil she poured a stream over my penis and down between my buttocks.

Eddie watched, transfixed as Annie placed the bottle back on the table and picked up the length of broom handle. Annie grinned as she waved the wooden phallus in front of my face. She pointed at the first mark on it. "That's about the size of your little tiddler! We'll try that up your ass first shall we?"

She poked at my sphincter with the tip of the tool, applying pressure as my anus contracted involuntarily. Eddie shouted in my face, "Don't try and stop it going up your shitter, boy! It's going up there whatever you do!"

Annie laughed and pushed the tip of the tool in. Although only an inch or so in diameter it felt much wider and I gasped as it slid inside.

They both laughed, then Annie pushed the tool further up my anal passage. She carried on as my anus tried to contract eventually getting it so it seemed it was up inside my stomach. "That's only six inches," she told me, " Hardly in there!" My anal passage seemed stretched beyond belief as it coped with its new and uncomfortable visitor.

Annie pulled the tool out until its tip sat around half an inch in, and then pushed it in quicker this time. My mouth dropped open as the phallic shape pushed its way up my anal passage, seemingly into my bowels. She let it sit there for a few seconds then withdrew it quickly, pulling it right out this time.

My penis throbbed, still rigid and tied tightly at its base. Annie grabbed it and squeezed it hard, digging her fingers into the flesh of my shaft. She pointed my glans towards her and spat on it. "I half expected it to sizzle." She joked to Eddie, adding a question to him, "Do you want to watch or will Dot be expecting you back?"

"I'll watch you work on his ass hole then get back," replied Eddie. Annie nodded before spitting on the rounded end of the broom handle then dribbling spittle from her mouth onto it.

She positioned it against my anus, twisting the tip in my sphincter. With one huge thrust she pushed it inside as far as it had penetrated before. 

She pulled it out slowly then thrust it in again even harder. My eyes rolled with the agony as it pushed deeper into my rectum than it had before. This time she withdrew it sharply leaving me in more agony as my anal passage contracted, pain increasing as it coped with its unwelcome intruder's movements.

Annie grabbed my penis and squeezed as she inserted the rounded end of the handle again, pushing it in fully. "Right you little bastard, let's get started!" She panted in excitement and began a fast, hard, rhythmic thrust and pull. The wooden pole slid up and down my anal passage as I choked and gasped through the sheer agony of it. Annie showed me no mercy and they both laughed with sheer glee at the pain it caused me. 

For fifteen long minutes I suffered the humiliating and painful experience of Annie thrusting the wooden pole up and down my anal passage, thankfully breaking off for the addition of more baby oil as lubricant from time to time as she felt dry resistance. 

All the time that one hand was thrusting the pole up my rectum, her free hand was squeezing, twisting or yanking my penis. For minutes on end she pressed her thumbnail into my glans. It was all I could manage not to cry out in pain. With the lace tied at the base of my penis it stayed erect and throbbing.

Annie finally called a halt to it, saying that although she was enjoying seeing me suffer, her arms were a bit tired from wanking me for so long earlier.

As Annie finally withdrew the wooden phallus from my anus, Eddie beamed proudly, gloating about how red and swollen my sphincter was. "That's a proper work out up your shitpipe, boy! Your ass hole looks like a baboon's!" Annie laughed with him, adding, "Deeper, harder and for longer next week you little shit!"

I was made to stand, and Annie untied the lace, letting blood flow once again into my penis. It pounded and ached from its rough treatment. Annie didn't leave it alone though, insisting on masturbating me again. As she talked to Eddie she carried on vigorously pumping my foreskin backwards and forwards over my glans, stretching it down my shaft and off the tip with her wrinkly, bony fingers in a tight grip.

I could see Eddie's obvious erection through his trousers. In this state of arousal he seemed a little irrational, making a comment about taking me upstairs and reaming my ass. Annie seemed a bit on edge too, perhaps through some level of sexual arousal.

They began to bicker and Annie shouted at me to stand still and wait, as she ushered a reluctant Eddie into her hallway and closed the door. Though they talked in hushed tones it was obvious that they were arguing. Off phrases filtered through the door as voices were raised.

Eddie saying, "I don't see how that's worse than what you've been doing to him!" and Annie saying, "Don't make me out to be a liar, I haven't and it's none of your business if I had anyway!" The argument continued some while. They were still in the throes of it when they obviously decided that I shouldn't be left any longer and returned.

Annie said, resignedly, "Fine, do what you want, nothing to do with me," as she came through the door. Eddie replied pompously, "I will, don't worry. What I decide is none of your business!" He was red faced and panting. He pulled a small pill bottle from his pocket, shook out a tablet and popped it in his mouth without looking.

Annie came straight over and told me to bend over. "What are you going to do now?" asked Eddie. "What does it bloody look like I'm going to do? I'm going to slipper his ass!" snapped Annie.

"I thought your arms were supposed to be tired?" scoffed Eddie, adding, "Mind you I bet your legs aren't to tired to open!" in a mocking tone.

Annie didn't rise to his mocking, merely stating, "I thought you had to go now? Goodbye!"

Eddie shuffled to the door before turning around and asking calmly, "Are you sure you'll be all right on your own with him?" Annie reminded him that she had been absolutely fine on her own earlier before he arrived.

He addressed me before he left, telling me, "I'll be seeing you soon enough, boy!" He left, closing the doors as he went, dropping the latch on the front door as he exited.

Annie walked immediately to the front door and locked it, so that anyone from outside couldn't enter, even with a key.

She came over and made me stand up straight again. She took my balls in her right hand, massaging them around in my sac. "Are they aching?" she asked, squeezing them gently. "Yes Mistress," I replied. They were actually aching less now but were in agony earlier when I had been masturbated continuously and not allowed to cum.




Annie Holder's House Pt. 03



Annie laughed with an evil cackle before speaking again. She pulled down gently on my balls as she spoke. "Right well you have a choice now. You can either be slippered on your ass then wanked again for as long as I can manage without cumming," She coughed, and cleared her throat. 

When she spoke again there was a slight tremor in her voice, "Or you can do something else for me and I will let you cum a lot sooner, but..." she paused before she continued, " You mustn't tell Eddie anything about what happens now! You hear me? Nothing at all to Eddie even if he asks!"

It seemed like a silly request. I was hardly likely to see out Eddie and tell him anything. Annie moved her hand to my penis, masturbating me slowly again. She spoke, almost breathless, asking me, "So what's it going to be? Red ass and blue balls or our little secret?"

"Our secret please, Mistress," I stammered. Annie looked relieved. "Good, now kneel in front of that chair while I fetch some things." She added, gleefully.



Annie Holder's House Pt. 04



I heard Annie come down the stairs and into the room behind me. She had two large headscarves with her. They were outlandishly bright colour combinations of green orange and yellow in two different patterns. Ones she had bought perhaps on holiday but that weren't suitable for wearing every day.

She folded one into a four-inch-wide strip and used it to blindfold me. The blindfold was much more robust than the one she had made with her tights and I really could see nothing. The scarves were silk. I could tell by their feel.

She bent down behind me with the other and loosely bound my wrists behind me with it. "I don't want you using your hands," she explained, "Not yet anyway," she added.

I was aware of her stepping in between me and the chair. I heard the soft click of press studs opening and heard her dressing gown hit the floor to my left. She had stripped, probably naked, and my heart raced at the thought. I heard her sit in the chair. 

I felt something lift my penis , let it drop then tap it underneath. From the feel, it was her foot. "A bit rude to stand up before its asked to isn't it?" she laughed, referring to my erection which was rock hard. I felt her other foot touch my penis before she ran both big toes along my shaft. I physically gasped. Didn't know if I could contain myself much longer if she kept doing things like that.

She stopped and I heard her shuffling into position. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked me. "Yes Mistress, several." I replied.

"Have you ever gone downstairs with any of them?" she probed. Didn't want to get this wrong so I asked, "Do you mean have I ever touched them, errrr, down there, Mistress?"

"Yes, with your mouth. Have you used your mouth and tongue down there on a girl?" I answered honestly, "Yes Mistress but only one would let me."

"Well I hope you're a fast learner!" she snapped and grabbed the sides of my head above my ears between her hands. "Use your tongue, lick gently but firmly where I guide you and do everything I say!" she ordered.

She lowered my head to her crotch. The smell was pungent but not overpowering. Musty and fish-like. I poked my tongue through her wispy, wiry pubic hair and onto her soft mound, finding her labia and licking inbetween.

She moved my head upwards, my tongue following the direction through coarse but not thick pubes until I touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. "There will do for now." She gasped. I felt her mound rise towards me as I licked and swirled my tongue around her clitoris. She moaned and pressed my face closer to her crotch. "Now downwards," she guided me until my tongue reached the opening of her vagina, "Now inside, right inside with your tongue as hard and as fast as you can!"

My tongue darted in and out of her vagina as she moaned and bucked on the chair. I was amazed at her reaction given her age but perhaps punishing me had awoken some long forgotten desires. She certainly seemed to be enjoying it.

"Lick my clit again!" she ordered almost screaming at me. I let my tongue slide up her slit to her clitoris and lapped at it, bobbing my head to meet her raised crotch every time I licked. For minutes I switched between licking her clitoris and probing her vagina with my tongue.

All of a sudden she pushed me away. I wondered what I had done wrong, perhaps I had been a little to enthusiastic. I felt her quickly scramble around behind me and tug at the scarf on my wrists. She removed the scarf and got herself in position.

"Again now but now lick me with your tongue and get your fingers inside my cunt!" she ordered. Even after suffering her sexual tortures I was surprised to hear her use that word. I eagerly obliged though, inserting my right middle finger inside her while licking her clitoris.

"Get two more in and fuck me with your fingers!" she demanded. I continued to lap at her whilst I probed her enthusiastically with my index, middle and ring fingers of my right hand. "Hook one of them towards you!" she gasped as I pounded her vagina with my fingers. I pressed my middle finger into the fleshy walls of her vagina as I continued.

She bucked and squirmed for several minutes. Sometimes it felt as though she was trying to pull away but she pressed back with vigour moments later. Her feet slipped from position several times, making her thighs hit my head as I licked and all at once she wrapped her calves around the back of my head and crushed my face into her mound as she grunted and moaned.

As she released my head I continued licking and probing before she gasped, "Get up, on your fuckin' feet and stand straight!" I pulled back away from her as she coughed and gasped, still moaning. 

I stood up with my legs together. She grabbed my penis and pulled it hard, clearing her throat as she composed herself, "Closer, come closer," she spluttered, "and tell me when you are going to cum!"

I felt her hot, rasping breath against my glans for a second or two then the wet roughness of her tongue as she licked it. She breathed heavily again, the warm flow of air on my penis causing the hair on my arms to stand up as much as what she said, "I'm going to suck your cock and I want to taste your spunk, but make sure you let me know when it's coming" she emphasised.

I hardly had time for this to register before her lips were sliding over my glans and down my shaft. I'd had blowjobs before. Well actually only one, and that wasn't great due to the inexperience of my ex girlfriend and mine too.

What I'd had before was a clumsy wank from said girl with her lips pursed over the end and had to promise not to cum in her mouth. This was completely different. This was full on oral sex.

Annie sucked as her lips ran up and down my shaft, getting further down each time until she was taking my whole length in her mouth. She moved so that one of her hands was massaging my balls while her other was resting on my buttocks. She broke away every few ascents of my shaft to lick around my glans. Twice she spat on it before sliding her lips down my shaft again.

My breathing was getting deeper and more pronounced as I fought the urge to cum straight away. I felt it would be bad manners and I was enjoying the sensations far too much. 

Her hand moved from my buttocks. I guessed that she was starting to pleasure herself with her fingers as she murmured groans and her speed increased.

I could hang on no longer. "I'm cumming , Mistress!" I blurted. Annie pulled her mouth away, grabbed my penis and began masturbating me steadily, flicking her tongue against my glans as she pumped my penis. 

I groaned as my ejaculation spurted cum, feeling Annie's tongue against the underside of my glans. She continued to masturbate me onto her tongue, sucking at the end of my glans as the spurts died away.

She pumped and licked for some time after, eventually pausing to ask, "Is that the lot?" "Yes Mistress, no more." I replied.

She dug her nails into my shaft, addressing me, "Don't get the idea that this was for your benefit! I can cause much more pain than pleasure to this little tiddler, believe me!" She relaxed her painful grip, speaking again, "Shame it's not a bit bigger. You cum a lot though. It's been a long time since I had such young 'un!"

She moved her hand to my balls, squeezing and pulling them whilst telling me, "Right now concentrate you little shit and give me the truth when I ask you!"

I heard the sound of paper being picked up, then her voice again, "On this list you wrote that you spied on me at night from my garden. Was that on a Friday night?"

Fridays Annie always visited the Miners' Welfare Club. The Club closed at quarter past eleven sharp and she was always back home for half past, walking with Eddie and his Wife, Dot. I had, on several occasions watched from her garden at the rear of the houses. Annie's, however, had always been fruitless. She drew her curtains whilst still dressed and turned her lights out quickly. Eddie's house was a different story though. 

Dot was in her early fifties, short, slim and with a tight, short bubble perm that made her hair look like the plume on top of a poodle's head. She had small breasts that were still quite pert, a small, sagging belly and a dark, trimmed pubic bush that proved that her hair was dyed. Not that anyone needed proof as the peroxide blonde colour of her hair was completely unnatural.

I new these details as Dot was not averse to parading around naked in her house, curtains open and lights on. In fact it was almost as though she was willing someone to be watching. She covered up if Eddie came in the room she was in but otherwise she was content to parade herself in front of every window.

I decided to be economical with the truth and not to tell Annie this. I replied, "Yes Mistress, Friday nights."

I heard her tone change as she pulled and squeezed on my balls more violently. "I bloody knew it. I said to Eddie and Dot that I reckon that little bastard down the road is watching the back of he houses when we get back from the Welfare!"

She squeezed my balls, making me wince before softening her grip slightly. She continued, "Right now listen and don't dare breathe a word of this to Eddie or anyone else! Which one is your bedroom window?"

I replied quickly, "The small one nearest to your house at the back."

She continued, "I get back from the Welfare about half past eleven. I want you standing in your window nakkid (she meant naked, but pronounced it, nakkid) when I shine my torch from the garden. If I flash my torch two times you get your ass over here by the back gardens to my back door in five minutes completely nakkid! The back door will be open so you come straight in and wait in the kitchen for me. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Mistress," I answered.

"One more thing," she added, "no wanking between now and then, none at all and I want that tiddler bright and clean so you give it a good scrub before with a nail brush. I want to see it pink from scrubbing!" She paused a few seconds then added, "and it's to be hard as well, rigid as a bone when you get here or there'll be hell to pay!"

I wondered whether to speak and decided to, "Yes Mistress, I understand." Annie released her grip on my balls. I heard her stand and the sound of her pulling on her dressing gown and fastening the press studs. She removed the scarf across my eyes.

She addressed me from behind me, "Now get dressed and bugger off for tonight, and don't forget what I told you, not a word to anyone, not even a hint!" I walked into the hall and dressed. Annie unlocked the front door and waited with her hand on the latch. She smirked as she said, "No wanking, remember!" She opened the door and I left.

That Thursday night I spent drifting in and out of sleep. I desperately wanted to masturbate but knew that I must not. I wondered endlessly, what Annie had in store for me on the Friday night. 

The next day I returned from college just after four in the afternoon. Eddie was waiting at the front gate that was shared between his house and Annie's. "Here boy!" He called to me, mercifully not in earshot of anyone else.

He was smirking and had a cocky air about him. "Dot's away at her Mum's all day tomorrow so you are going to come here at nine sharp. Do you hear me?" 

I responded, "Yes Sir, I understand." 

He looked at me condescendingly, shaking his head. He said, "No boy, I don't think you do. You are coming to mine not Mrs. Holder's. I'm going to start making you pay for that book!"

I was a bit taken aback, even with all that had happened and all that he and Annie had done to me. He evidently saw the shock in my face. He looked gleeful. "You didn't think I was going to let you get away with it, did you, boy?" He laughed.

"N...n ... no Sir." I managed to croak, frankly terrified at what he might have in store for me. "Yes you did you thieving fucker!" He said, laughing again.

"Whatever plans you had for tomorrow cancel them because you'll be here all day. Dot gets back from her Mum's for teatime before it's dark so you'll need to be out by then but until then you're mine!" He said, before pausing to let some younger girls from school pass as he ogled them. 

When they were out of listening range he continued, "Go through my side gate and third door on the outbuildings is a toilet. Go in there and wait for me to come and strip you!"

He turned and walked down his path, turning around as I walked towards our gate to say, "Nine sharp tomorrow and don't be late!" 

I watched my clock in the darkness that night, from eleven until twenty five minutes past. I stripped naked and stood by the window. It was almost eleven thirty when I saw the torchlight moving down Annie garden. She had a powerful torch and shone it at my window.

It darkened, shone again, darkened again and flashed on again. Two flashes signalling that I was to make my way to her house. I was extremely well practised at sneaking out so only the fact that I was naked made any difference.

It was cold out in the night air as I quickly made my way along the back gardens and to Annie's back door. The house was dark but a flickering light shone dimly through the kitchen window. I opened the door and walked inside. A single candle burned in a saucer on the table.

Annie appeared through the gloom. She smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke from the club. Her breath reeked of alcohol. She was barefoot and in a knee length underdress, white or cream I couldn't tell which in the limited light. Her shoulders were bare except for the straps of the underdress. She had discarded her bra, judging by the movement and shape of her large, hanging breasts under the material.

She grabbed my penis, squeezing it before starting to masturbate me. I was already fully erect. "Put the candle out and follow me," she ordered, still holding my penis. I pinched the wick with my fingers, extinguishing the candle. She led me by my penis out through the lounge, into the hall and upstairs.

Another single candle flickered in the smaller front bedroom on a bedside cabinet. The single bed was stripped except for a sheet pulled tight and tucked in around the mattress. A large bath towel was draped over the centre of the bed.

Annie sat on the bed, spread her knees and pulled up her underdress, exposing her hairy mound. It was the first time I had seen it, not having been blindfolded this time. "Get on your knees and get to work!" she ordered me, "At least you'll know what to do this time!" She leaned back as I knelt, pulled her labia apart gently and began to lick at her vulva and clitoris. "Don't hold back, suck it, lick it and finger it. Don't go trying to be all soft about it, I want to feel it properly!"

I pushed two fingers inside her, and probed, then three as she moaned and gasped. I kept my tongue lapping at her clitoris, her coarse pubic hairs raking across the surface of my tongue. 

She smelled musty and tasted even stronger than before. I thrust my fingers in and out of her vagina as she bucked and gripped the bedsheet with her hands. As I built up speed and pressure she arched her hips and grabbed my head, forcing my tongue hard against her clitoris. I sucked at it as she grunted and moaned loudly.

She buried her fingers in my hair and pushed my head away from her crotch as she sat up straight. "On the bed, on your back, ass on the towel!" she gasped, breathless. I rose and climbed on the bed, positioning myself as she ordered. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, sitting on my knees.

My penis was fully erect as she grabbed it and began pumping it swiftly. She bent her head and dribbled spittle onto my glans as she masturbated me, stretching my foreskin back then pulling it up and over my glans.

She moved forward on her knees, pulling her underdress up slightly. She positioned herself and guided my penis with her right hand so that its tip poked into her vagina. She gasped softly then looked directly at my face. "Get it inside and give me a good fucking!" she demanded, "Slow at first 'til I tell you to speed up and don't cum 'til I say you can!"

I moved up my knees and pushed myself inside her as she gasped, resting her hands on my shoulders, her breasts hanging, making the front of her underdress taut where they rested against the material.

She was warm and moist, my penis sliding inside her vagina with ease. I moved my hands, hoping to be able to cup her breasts through her underdress. "Keep your hands away!" she snapped, "I'm not having you mauling me, concentrate on fucking me and speed up a bit now!"

I quickened my pace as she sighed and groaned. Her breathing was a succession of shallow pants, interspersed with grunting and occasional words, "Fuck, yes, ooooh, aaah, mmmm"

I kept at this steady pace for a long time while she took it all, enjoying it evidently and clenching her vaginal muscles to heighten the effects at times.

After one particularly loud and long bout of sighing she gripped my shoulders and spoke. "Now, fuck me hard and fast and keep it up until you cum inside me!" she growled.

I thrusted wildly, slapping myself against her as my penis sank deep inside her with each stroke. She moaned continuously, again interspersed with verbal outbursts but much more extreme, "Yes, yes fuck me, fuck my filthy cunt, ram your cock in me!" As before I was surprised to hear this language come from her.

I felt ready to ejaculate after a few minutes of thrusting. She hadn't said but I felt it best to inform her. "I'm ready to cum, Mistress." I gasped.

"Give it to me, then!" she replied, panting "Cum in me and don't stop you little bastard!"

I groaned as I ejaculated, trying desperately not to slow my pace, feeling a burst of semen with each thrust. She let out a long "Oooooooh!" and dropped onto me, her weight mostly on my chest and her head below my chin. I too this as a sign to slow but continued to slide my penis in and out slowly.

She didn't stay like that for long, pushing herself up and off me. She muttered as she climbed off the bed, "That's been a long time coming'" then turned to me and spoke louder, "Stay there until I come back from the bathroom. Don't drip spunk on my sheet!"

She pattered off to the bathroom, holding up the front of her underdress. I heard her running water then some splashing. She didn't turn the bathroom light on, relying on the light from the streetlight outside. 

I realised that the candles were to minimise the chance of anyone noticing that she was still up and active; possibly to prevent Eddie noticing. I wondered if he would be watching, given her cautiousness.

When she entered the bedroom again she was naked. Her breasts were larger than I had imagined them, still full but hanging low down from empty wrinkled skin. Her nipples pointed downwards and were full, prominent and each sat in a dark, large areola about 2 inches across. I got the impression that she had been a curvy beauty in her day.

Her stomach pouched and hung a little, wrinkled and puckered. Her buttocks and hips full, wrinkled and liver spotted with cellulite on her thighs although her legs were still quite shapely. Her skin gave her age away, especially around her neck and shoulders.

She carried a wet flannel and a small towel. Without speaking she began to wipe my penis, my balls and my groin with the warm flannel, masturbating my penis to extract any last drops of semen before roughly rubbing my exposed glans with the flannel. She handed me the towel, "Dry it!" she ordered, and then walked out with the flannel.

I heard her rinsing it before she returned, took the towel from me and took that to the bathroom too. When she returned she stood in the doorway, obviously not bothered about me seeing her nakedness now as she was illuminated totally by the candle light.

She didn't look at me directly but instead moved to the window, peering out behind the curtain as she lifted it slightly. "Do they know you go out at night? "she asked. I assumed that she meant my Foster parents. "No, they are asleep by half ten every night, they don't know a thing." I replied.




Annie Holder's House Pt. 04



She was silent for a minute then responded, "Good because I want to keep you here a bit longer." She paused, a pensive look on her face, "Something I've never tried before," she added with a nervous hesitancy in her voice.

Her breasts were trembling and moving up and down with her breathing, which had become heavier. Catching me staring she spoke again, "You like my tits don't you?"

Before I could answer she pointed at my penis, now erect again, adding, "Well one part of you does anyway. If you behave I might let you play with them sometime soon." She laughed before turning business-like again.

"Get to the bathroom and look in the wall cabinet, here's a big jar of vaseline. Get your cock covered in it and I mean slather it on thick then wash your hands with soap before you come back in.

I did as she asked, opening the cupboard to find the vaseline in amongst a whole treasure chest of prescribed drugs in small brown bottles. I soon had my penis glistening with the thick petroleum jelly, maintaining and enhancing my erection as I layered it on.

It was difficult to get it all off my hands so I did my best before hurrying back to the bedroom. Annie had positioned herself face down on the bed, still naked with a fat pair of pillows under her hips and covered by the bath towel.

Her breasts squashed out from above her waist, her legs were spread with her knees slightly bent and her buttocks parted.

Between her buttocks her puckered sphincter glistened with Vaseline that she had applied herself in the bathroom. "I don't think I need to tell you what to do this time," she rasped, her throat dry and her voice muffled by her face being sideways against the bed.

Her buttocks trembled as I positioned myself with the head of my penis against her sphincter. "Take it slowly for God's sake!" she stammered as I pressed against her anal opening.

She was tight and her sphincter contracted as I pressed against it. I pushed harder, feeling it open slightly. With a loud exclamation from Annie, I pushed my glans inside her anus. "Ooooowwwwww fuck that hurts!" she snarled. 

I wondered whether to pull out or press deeper. I compromised and waited until she stopped squirming before pushing deeper. Her sphincter was very tight but inside her anal passage was warm, soft and smooth with no tightness.

I pushed, despite her bodily protestations, until my penis was buried deep inside her anus. I spread her buttocks with my hands to get full penetration. "Fuck! Slowly you little bastard, slowly!" she snarled.

I slid back, my penis withdrawing fully, exiting with a loud "plop". "What are you fucking playing at?" she snapped through gritted teeth. "Are you trying to make it more painful? Get it back in and take it slow. Don't pull it out again 'til I tell you!"

I pushed back inside her, feeling her tense up as I penetrated to full depth. She pushed her right hand under her crotch and rubbed her clitoris as I pulled back before impaling her anus again fully with a slow, deep stroke. 

"Uuuuurrrrggghhh! God Almighty! Now fuck me properly but keep it steady!" she ordered. I picked up my pace and began to pump my penis inside her anal passage steadily but purposefully as she moaned, grasping the sheet with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of the other.

She gasped and panted all the while I reamed her anus, her sphincter still tight and curving inwards as I pushed and outwards as I pulled, tensing around my shaft.

"Nnnnngggggghhhhhhh fuck my ass hard now!" she suddenly exclaimed, "Hard and fast and don't stop 'til you cum!" I grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out, using my full length as fast as I was able to. She withdrew her right hand, both hands now being used to grip the headboard as she moaned and grunted.

I pounded her anus as she muffled shouts and sobs into the mattress. I didn't hold back, grasping her hips and using my body weight to force myself inside her time after time.

The urge to ejaculate came on quickly in my excitement. I called out, "I'm ready to cum, Mistress!" Her response was unintelligible through her moaning but I took it as affirmative that she wanted me to ejaculate inside her. As I thrust and ejaculated, she thrust her hips backwards, making bruising contact with my thighs as my semen spurted deep inside her anus.

I slowed and leaned against her, my penis still inside her. As she calmed and composed herself she remarked on the pain she was in, "You little bastard that felt like you ripped my ass open. I hope I'm not bleeding!" "No Mistress," I assured her, "I would have stopped if it was harming you." I was lying, I could barely have stopped for any reason, I suspected.

"Get it out of me!" she snapped. I withdrew my penis, a dribble of semen exiting her anus as it gradually shrunk from dilated to contracted. Her sphincter looked swollen and sore.

"Get that cock washed and bugger off home!" she ordered, gently stroking her swollen sphincter. "Don't mention his to anyone, ever!" she added. 

My shaft was slightly sore from the tightness of her sphincter and the exertion inside her vagina and anus. I cleaned off what was left of the Vaseline, not looking at what else was on there as I lathered up with soap. I dried and moved to leave by the stairs.

Annie was waiting for me to appear so she could speak. She hesitated slightly, "I think..." She breathed heavily before continuing, "I think we should make this a regular Friday arrangement..." she paused again, "So if we are going to do that I might be a bit more lenient on that tiddler of yours next week." She quickly added, "But don't you think I'm going soft, you still have hell to pay for how you've treated me!"

As I got halfway down the stairs she called out, "You'll be back at four on Sunday for another slippering!

At home, I didn't sleep for most of the night. I turned up at Eddie's house at a little before nine. I had seen Dot catch the bus at a quarter to nine from our landing window. 

It was a cold morning. Eddie was already waiting in the alleyway between his house and his outbuildings. He was carrying what looked at first glance like a leather belt and some rope. He balanced them on the dustbin and stared angrily at me.

"Your watch slow is it?" He snarled, "I make it after nine!" 

I answered feebly, "It must be, Sir. I am sorry." I moved to wards the toilet door. "No point in that, boy! Might as well strip you out here." Snapped Eddie. I flinched to move backwards and he grabbed me. We tussled as he used his strength to pull me towards the rear of the house. His brown pill bottle fell to the floor and as he instinctively reached to grab it I pushed him off balance and grabbed it myself, pocketing it.

He growled at me before I could move, "Get yourself back here boy and give me that bottle, now! You'll only make it worse for yourself later!" I stared at him resignedly and handed him the bottle from my pocket.

Eddie took the bottle and put it in his pocket. He was visibly shaken. "Now stand yourself there while I strip you!"

I got in position, moving as necessary so he could remove my clothes and shoes. I was naked in a matter of seconds, my clothes and shoes take by Eddie and thrown behind the toilet door out of sight. He reached around and pulled back my foreskin, exposing my glans to the cold air.

"On your knees, boy!" He ordered. I dropped to my knees with him behind me. He placed a wide leather collar around my neck, turning it around so the metal ring was at the front. He pulled it upwards, ordering me to stand up. He pulled my hands behind me and twisted the rope around my wrists, tying it off tightly.

I was made to turn around. Eddie fastened a short chain leash to the collar, holding the leather handle in his right hand. "I don't have to gag you do I, boy?" He asked. "No Sir." I affirmed. He turned away whilst talking, "Good, now we'll take a little walk. 

He yanked on the leash and walked off, briskly. I followed, the ground cold beneath my bare feet and the cold Autumn air on my naked body.

The rear gardens on our row of houses were quite long. Eddie's was the end of the row and had a larger plot than the others. A wall, nine feet high stood on one side separating Eddie's plot from the offices and car park next door. Thickly leaved trees lined the wall making it impossible to see into Eddie's garden from the other side of the wall.

His boundary with Annie's garden was a privet hedge, over six feet tall There was a gap in it that they both used to get into each others' gardens. Annie was stood at the gap. Her arms were folded and she wore a stern look on her face. She didn't say anything but looked as though she wanted to. Her displeasure was aimed firmly at Eddie, not at me.

Annie's other neighbors were a very elderly couple, both profoundly deaf and not very mobile. Their rear bedroom windows overlooked our trajectory, but them seeing us and comprehending why a middle aged man was leading a naked, bound young man up his garden was unlikely. 

Eddie's garden was well kept for the most part with vegetable plots and two greenhouses. His house and ours had concrete garages at the end, reached by car via an access road. The area surrounding Eddie's garage for ten yards or so was all rough scrub with tall grass and weeds over four feet high.

I understood now why Eddie had bound my hands behind me. I wasn't able to use them to protect my body, especially my genitals. Rocks and stones hurt my feet. Thistles and weeds scratched me and I was stung on my legs by nettles as I trudged through being pulled along by Eddie.

We walked along the back of the garage to the door of a structure that you would struggle to see from anywhere except the back of Eddie's garage. I suspected that even Dot didn't know it was there. It was a rusty but solid corrugated iron shed, almost the length and breadth of the garage, but hidden between the garage and the wall and almost completely obscured by trees.

Eddie unlocked the padlock on the door, opened it and switched on a light. Two fluorescent tubes flashed, buzzed and sprang to life, lighting up the sparse interior. It was almost as big as the garage. The corrugated walls extended to ground level. The floor was clad in cut down wooden railway sleepers.

It seemed colder inside than outside, but I thought that perhaps was my fear and trepidation. As we walked into the building I understood more about its purpose.

Rolls of industrial tissue sat beside a tatty, dirty two seater sofa that was once green nylon fabric. A cabinet beside it and a low coffee table in front of it sagged with the weight of magazines, pornographic magazines judging by the covers. In the open cabinet sat a penis pump and an artificial vagina with dark, fake pubic hair. 

The door we came through was the only way in and out and it had a lockable latch on the inside to prevent anyone entering if the occupant wanted some privacy.

In the centre of the floor was a freshly constructed wooden structure that resembled a sawhorse but with a flat top, six inches wide. It stood low, around two feet in length and with its legs bolted to the floor.

Each of the four legs sported a leather strap with a buckle. The top had two larger leather straps with buckles. The wood was rough sawn. There was no concession to comfort.

Eddie unclipped the lead but left the collar on me. He moved behind me and untied my hands. I pulled my arms forward and rubbed my wrists.. He put the rope and lead on the coffee table and spoke to me, "Unless you are stupid boy, you now know where you will be spending your day so don't waste my time, get your belly and chest on the board!"

I lowered myself onto the rough wood. "Move up so your cock touches the edge!" Ordered Eddie. When he was satisfied that I was in position he pulled the two straps over, one that went around my waist and one around my chest. He pulled them tight and fastened the buckles.

He pulled my arms into position one at a time, fastening the straps tight, repeating the process with my legs. He stood up again, still talking, "You'll be seeing this place a lot when Dot goes out, so get used to it! You'll be learning to suck my cock properly. Then I'll be fucking your ass. There's no lube here so you had better get a lot of spit on my cock or it'll be a very painful experience!"

Eddie took the brown bottle from his pocket, shook out two pills and swallowed them. He had a small hipflask in his pocket that he drank from, placing it down on the magazines afterwards. 

He spoke again, with an air of confidence now that he had me naked and bound as his captive audience, "You'll be on this bench every time Dot spends the day out, and I'll ram my cock up your shitpipe as many times as it suits me. If she's off at her Mum's for the weekend you'll spend the night in my bed! I'll have you dressed in stockings and suspenders and a wig, riding my cock all night like the little pansy slut you are!"

He stood in front of my face and leered, speaking again, "I might even sell your ass. I know a few who'd pay me a good few quid to fuck you! First off though I'm going to give you a proper good birching!"