Linda by Maddog71@freenet.co.uk (Extreme spanking, B/D, Lesbian incest/sex, WS, Enema, Infantilism)


Linda

Hi. My name is Linda Hastings, I'm in my twenties and I just love 
getting my bottom whacked!

My love of getting whacked goes back to my childhood and my mother and 
father. They were, to most people who met them, perfectly ordinary, 
respectable people. This wasn't quite the case to my sister or myself, 
though.

Our parents were quite strict. Hardly a month would go by without one 
of us getting a hiding with a hand, hairbrush, cane or riding crop; for 
even the seemingly slightest of faults. I'll give you an example of 
what would happen, and then I'll continue with my story from there.

Once, whilst out shopping with mother, I quite accidentally brushed 
against a stack of tins in the local supermarket and dislodged two cans 
which fell to the floor. What didn't happen, as you might think would 
have happened, was that the main display didn't fall over. Just the two 
cans. Naturally, a few people turned to see what the cause of the noise 
was. My mother, being the sort of person she is, didn't like to be 
embarrassed by this sort of behaviour. When we had paid for our 
shopping and left the store, mother calmly informed me that I would be 
punished just as soon as we got home. My stomach started churning in 
reaction of what was to befall me.

When we got home, my heart skipped a beat because father was there, 
having left work early to catch up on some of his paperwork. Mother 
explained to him what I had done and what she intended to do to me. He 
agreed that I should be tanned with a hairbrush (the cane and crop 
being reserved for more serious offences). He told Carol (my sister) to 
make the room ready for my punishment. This involved moving a large 
ottoman into the middle of the room, drawing the curtains and getting 
mother's hairbrush from her bedroom, or if we were to be punished with 
the cane or crop, then the implement specified would be brought from 
its resting place.

There are always at least three canes kept in the sideboard at any one 
time, so that if one broke during a punishment session, they could 
carry on with only a moments delay. Indeed, in my lifetime of being 
punished (I first felt the sting of the cane when I was just seven 
years old), they have broken something like four or five canes in the 
course of thrashing me. Also, there are another two canes kept in 
reserve in the kitchen, where each cane is soaked in lightly salted 
water once a month.

Mother and father came in and told Carol to stay to witness my 
punishment. Father took off his jacket, and then ordered me to lay 
across the ottoman. Mother pulled my skirt up to my shoulders and then 
proceeded to pull my knickers down to my ankles. The funny thing was, I 
suppose, I felt very humiliated when my knickers were pulled down in 
front of the family like that. Dad asked mother how many strokes she 
was going to give me. She told him I was to get a dozen hard strokes.

"Twelve!", I exclaimed. "But I only knocked a few tins over 
accidentally!"

"Quiet girl!", said mother. "You must learn to be more careful in the 
future".

So with that, mother started laying into me quite hard. I had been used 
to this sort of punishment in the past, but this seemed even more 
painful than my previous whippings for this sort of thing had been. So 
much so that after only five strokes, I started moving about trying to 
ease the bite of the hairbrush. This sort of thing was frowned upon.

"Right!", said mother. "You know the penalty for trying to evade your 
punishment. I'm going to double the strokes. Tie her down and I'll 
start from number one again".

"Two dozen!", I screamed to myself. I thought that I'd never be able to 
take that many strokes, especially not on top of the five I had already 
taken. My mind was in turmoil. I was wishing that she would get on with 
it, but mother always took her time when punishing one or other of us 
girls (it appeared to us that mother and father actually enjoyed 
thrashing us). What seemed like an eternity later, but was actually 
only about a minute, I was tied securely by my wrists to the ottoman, 
whilst Carol was ordered to hold my ankles firmly. I knew I just had to 
survive the next few minutes and then it would all be over.

Mother picked up her hairbrush again, and told Carol to count the 
number of strokes as she delivered each one.

SPLATTT! "One!", Carol called out.

SPLATTT! "Two!"

I was on the verge of sobbing, and at the same time trying with all my 
might to take the pain of that hairbrush without moving too much. 
"Please mum", I sobbed. "I promise never to upset you like that again". 
But still she kept on tanning me. "Just keep still, and be quiet! 
You're behaving like a two year old!" Secretly though, I was quite 
enjoying the whacking.

SPLATTT! "Eight", my sister called out. By this time, my bottom was a 
bright red. It was sheer agony. There was no way I could bear it any 
longer. But it was futile to try and escape the tanning, for fear of 
yet more punishment. "Twenty". 'Come on girl', I told myself, 'only 
four more to go!'

Mother had stopped for a moment to catch her breath, because she always 
tans us hard, then continued with the final four strokes delivered with 
seemingly even more force, if that was possible. "Twenty four", Carol 
called with relief, and it was all over. I was still sobbing quite 
heavily and felt too stiff to even try and get up, even when my bonds 
were untied. Of course, this didn't prevent mother from pulling me up, 
sitting herself on the ottoman, laying me across her lap and spanking 
my very tender backside with her heavy hand! This caused me to cry even 
louder, and when she had finished I just slumped to the floor, and 
mother and father left the room.

Carol helped me to my feet and had to half carry me to our room. She 
gently laid me on my bed so that I was lying face down. Then she left 
to get some Witch Hazel with which to ease my burning flesh. She was 
trying to be very gentle with me, when a few drops of the cool lotion 
ran onto my exposed anus. This caused me to jump up, but Carol calmed 
me down and laid me face down on the bed again. Then she did something 
I had never experienced up to then. She bent her face over my blazing 
bottom and gently started to lick it all over. The sensation was quite 
terrific! I don't know where she got the idea from but it was having a 
lovely effect! I gently urged her to do it again, which she did, except 
this time, she let her soothing tongue slip onto my puckered anus. I 
had never dreamt such a sensation could exist! It was wonderful! She 
kept lapping away and then licked even further down into the cleft of 
my legs.

Fantastic was the only way to describe the lovely feelings coursing 
through me! Carol kept lapping away at me, and in no time at all I 
experienced what I now know was my first ever proper orgasm.

Just as the waves of the orgasm were fading away from me, mother burst 
in, having been listening outside the door trying to work out what the 
whimpering noises were. She guessed somehow what had been happening, 
possibly from the look of guilt on Carol's face. "So this is what you 
get up to!" she said angrily. "Carol, get straight downstairs this 
instant, and you too, Linda". And with that she stormed out calling for 
father to come straight away. She quickly explained to him how she had 
found us behaving in the most 'bestial' of ways and telling him to 
thrash the 'living daylights' out of Carol, as she had obviously been 
the instigator of this 'wickedness'.

Carol came down with me to the scene of my recent spanking, and where 
she was just about to get a very severe whipping herself. She was very 
ashen faced and her knees were knocking at the prospect of what was 
inevitably to come in the next few minutes.

"Right" said father. "Your mother has told me what you two little sluts 
were up to, and I think that this outrageous behaviour deserves the 
very severest whippings that either of you have ever had. Celia," he 
said to mother, "tie Carol firmly over the ottoman because I intend to 
administer twenty strokes of the cane, followed by twenty strokes with 
the crop after which you will administer your own special punishment to 
both of them!"

With that pronouncement ringing in our ears, Carol very nearly fainted. 
But mother pulled her clothes off, leaving her naked. My sister offered 
no resistance when she was laid over the ottoman and tied at both 
wrists and ankles. Father went to the sideboard and got the riding crop 
from its place and swished it through the air a few times to test its 
suppleness.

It was indeed very supple and could deliver a wicked sting as I could 
verify, having had a hiding with it a few months previously. It was a 
crop made with a fibreglass shaft covered in plaited leather. A most 
formidable punishment device if ever there was one.

Then father picked up the medium cane. I myself prefer to get whipped 
with the thin cane which, although it cuts in deep, doesn't bruise me 
like the heavy cane does. Added to that, the pain from the thin cane is 
gone within about ten to twenty minutes whereas the heavy cane leaves 
me still in agony some hours afterwards. The medium cane, though, is a 
compromise between the other two. He started lashing into Carol's 
bottom, although not quite as hard as he could have done. He was 
obviously saving himself for the next thirty five strokes or so, when 
he would build up the strength of each stroke so that the final three 
or four strokes would be delivered with all his might.

I didn't escape the crop either. I got twelve strokes with it for 
allowing Carol to do what she did to me. And if that whipping wasn't 
enough, we both had to endure mother's punishment. While father was 
thrashing us, mother had slipped out to the kitchen and fetched in a 
few items for our punishment. These consisted of a bucket, a length of 
rubber tube, some liquid soap and a roll of toilet tissue. We both knew 
full well what these meant. As soon as father had administered my final 
stroke, mother pulled me off the ottoman and ordered Carol to kneel on 
it. In this position her anus was completely exposed, although still 
tightly puckered. Even so, mother dipped the length of tubing into the 
liquid soap and slid the end into Carol's bottom. Mother threaded what 
seemed like about three feet of the tube into her, fitted a funnel to 
the other end and poured a quart of soapy water into the tube.

This made Carol very uncomfortable indeed, especially when the tubing 
was withdrawn. She rolled onto her side and put her hands over her 
bottom in an attempt to stop the mess squirting out. But she only 
succeeded in clamping her hand on some of the tramlines which made her 
even more uncomfortable. A few minutes passed, and Carol was allowed to 
squat over the bucket and relieve her distended bowels. Mother then 
cleaned her up with the tissues, and with that done, hand spanked her 
for a full minute.

I also underwent this humiliation, and as if this punishment session 
weren't enough, we were both banned from going out for a whole month, 
and the warning that any indiscretion from either of us would result in 
even more punishment.

But try as we might to be well behaved, mother found fault with us on 
five occasions in the following month, resulting in eight strokes of 
the cane for each 'offence', two of which were on the same day!"

As I mentioned earlier, I thought that mother and father enjoyed 
whipping us as much as I enjoyed being whipped (although my parents 
didn't know about this aspect of me). Well, one evening, a few weeks 
ago, after Carol had been hairbrushed for not getting out of bed 
quickly enough that morning, I thought I heard the familiar sounds of a 
cane being used in mum and dad's bedroom. I knew it wasn't Carol being 
whipped because I had just left her reading a book, lying on her tummy, 
in our room.

I crept towards their bedroom very quietly, and stopped to listen at 
their door. So! We weren't the only ones who got whipped around here. 
But I couldn't work out why mother was being caned. Then I heard father 
saying that 'perhaps this will teach you not to get a parking ticket. 
Next time you want to take the car for shopping, use the car park and 
not the yellow lines.'

He carried on caning her, and didn't stop for another few minutes. When 
he did stop, I could hear him breathing heavily, as he did after 
whipping one of us girls. At that moment, I crept back to my room as 
quietly as I could. I told Carol what I had heard, but she didn't 
believe me! But she would find out the truth of my words sooner than 
expected.

A few days later was my birthday. Unfortunately for me, it was my 
sixteenth, which meant that from now on I wouldn't be punished with the 
hand or hairbrush for 'minor' offences, I would get the cane at least. 
Anyway,  I was sitting in the lounge reading the cards sent to me by 
relations and friends. Carol was sitting on the ottoman watching 
television. Mum and dad came in and father said, "Girls. I have an 
announcement to make. Firstly, Carol, switch off the TV." She did as 
she was asked, and remained standing by the telly. Father carried on, 
"You girls have been brought up strictly by both of us, and when 
necessary, you have been punished physically. From now on, only I will 
punish you. Your mother has recently been slipping in her duty of 
setting an example to you both, and will therefore, in future, not be 
permitted to physically punish you." He went on, "Just a few days ago, 
your mother got herself a parking ticket when she could so easily have 
used the car park just around the corner. Anyway. No more details are 
necessary in this instance, suffice to say that your mother has been 
soundly caned for that incident." Carol looked at first me, and then 
mother, who was looking very pale faced. Father went on, "As if that 
weren't bad enough, this morning, after you had left for school, I had 
to come back here for some papers I needed in the office. When I got 
here, I found your mother sitting in here, smoking a cigarette. Now. 
You know how I feel about smoking," he paused. "I don't approve at all. 
But your mother has let herself down. I therefore intend to demonstrate 
my anger by punishing her with a cane until I think she has learned the 
error of her ways." We girls looked at each other aghast. "Linda!" said 
father. "Prepare the room!"

In an almost trance-like state, I pulled the ottoman into the middle of 
the room and fetched the canes from the sideboard. Father pushed mother 
over the ottoman, and struggled with her slightly until she was in the 
desired position. He then pulled her skirt up to her shoulders, and 
tugged her tights and panties down to her ankles. She began to cry.

A strange feeling of delight swept over me as I realised that I was 
about to see mother getting a dose of the cane. After all those years 
of being on the receiving end, it would be great to see someone other 
than Carol getting whipped. "Hold her ankles still," dad said to me, 
"and don't let her move, because this is going to be very painful!" I 
did as I was told. Carol sat herself in an armchair where she was in 
almost direct line with mother's bottom. Father picked up a lightish 
cane, flexed it in his hands and made a few practice swings with it. It 
was very whippy and would hurt a great deal. Father positioned himself 
to one side and measured his distance. Then he raised the cane and 
brought it zinging down on mother's big bottom. It took mother a few 
seconds to realise that the first stroke had landed, and she let out a 
loud yell just as father was bringing the second stroke down. That must 
have put him off his aim because that stroke caught her at the join of 
her legs and bottom. She shrieked out and at the same time jumped up 
and off the ottoman, clamping her hands to her bottom and doing a jig 
around the room. Father was livid! He said "How dare you! Get back over 
that ottoman and prepare yourself for a sound whipping. I do not expect 
a grown woman to behave worse than my daughters. I was only going to 
cane you, but now you leave me no alternative. I am just going to the 
garden shed to get something, and by the time I get back, I expect you 
to be ready."

Father went out to the garden shed and returned a few minutes later 
with a fearsome looking instrument. It consisted of a short wooden 
handle with three lengths of cane inserted into it, forming a triangle 
of rods. Dad said, "I have had something like this in mind for some 
time, And I think it's about time it was tested! Carol, you hold you 
mother's arms and Linda, you will again hold her ankles tightly. I 
don't want her to move!" We did as we were told, just in case he tried 
it out on us first. Mother was securely held over the ottoman and dad 
started the whipping with his new instrument. He held it in such a way 
that when it landed on her bottom, two of the canes landed first, with 
the third one whipping down perfectly in the middle of the other two. 
She was getting three stings for every lash of the implement. Mother 
didn't think much of this at all as she was bucking very hard, trying 
to get up. But dad threatened that if we didn't hold on to mother 
tightly, we would get a dose of his whip as well. We didn't need second 
bidding! We held on to mother for all we were worth while he 
administered a further twelve lashes. When he finished, he was sweating 
profusely. Obviously, he had whipped mother harder than he had ever 
thrashed us girls. But to give credit where it's due, he did not draw 
any blood at all. He did once draw blood from me, but that was due to 
the cane tip being frayed through lots of use. Since that time, the 
canes were carefully inspected after each thrashing to see if they 
could be of further use. If they weren't, then they were destroyed and 
a new one took it's place. Trouble was, the new canes were more painful 
than the worn ones.

Mother was still lying across the ottoman, sobbing stiffly. Her bottom 
was a blaze of colour with dark purple weals running horizontally 
across. Father then promised Carol and myself that we would be subject 
to this new whip if we ever caused him to think we should be so 
punished. We made a silent vow never to upset him so much that he would 
inflict that terrible instrument on us. As always, these sort of vows 
get broken.

Just two days later, I was at school in the English literature lesson, 
when some of the girls in my form started playing the teacher up. For 
this, Mr. Douglas ordered that the whole form be kept in for an hours 
detention that evening. This couldn't have come at a worse time. Father 
was going to take us up to London to see Alan Ayckbourn's new play 'Man 
of the Moment' at the Globe theatre. We were due to leave at five 
o'clock to get into London in time for the seven o'clock start. 
Apparently, when I didn't get home at the usual time, he had 'phoned 
the school to see if I had left. When he was told that I was in 
detention, he became furious. I ran home from school in the hope that 
there would still be enough time to get to London. I went through the 
front door to be confronted by dad holding the new whip in his hands. I 
tried to explain that it wasn't my fault, and that I had had nothing to 
do with playing up Mr. Douglas. Dad said he didn't care whether or not 
I was involved or not, but that I was late and that he had wasted a lot 
of money on tickets. He ordered me into the lounge and told Carol to 
prepare for my punishment.

Once again, she pulled the ottoman into the middle of the room and drew 
the curtains. I was hauled over the ottoman by mother - who had 
particularly wanted to see this new play - who then practically ripped 
my skirt in the rush to pull it up to my shoulders. Then my school 
knickers were yanked down to my ankles and slipped right off. My hands 
were tied to the bottom of the ottoman, and my legs were secured by 
mother holding one leg and Carol holding the other. Father didn't waste 
any time in thrashing me. I was screaming my head off after two strokes 
and I was screaming even louder when he administered the last of eight 
strokes, with a warning that I was never to be late home from school 
again without his express permission, ringing in my ears.

In the next two months, I only gave dad one excuse for whipping me with 
his 'Tri-lash' - as he called it. That was when I was stupid enough to 
'cheek' him. He didn't see the funny side of it at all. I got six 
strokes. It was made all the more difficult for him because we were the 
only ones in the house at the time, and I couldn't keep still enough 
for his liking. It was a good job he hadn't decided to double the 
strokes for trying to evade the whip, and it was after this punishment 
that he must have thought up the idea of making a 'whipping horse', for 
want of a better name. What he designed was a couch, about two feet 
high, padded with a hard sponge, which was covered with a hard wearing 
cloth. It tapered away at one end. At the other was a ring bolted into 
the framework, to which ones hands could be tied. A heavy leather strap 
was fastened on the underside of the couch. Underneath the tapering 
end, near the floor, another strap was attached, to secure the legs.

He demonstrated the whipping 'horse' one evening after Carol and I had 
done our homework. Mother had been caught smoking again. She must have 
known full well that she was about to get another severe whipping. I 
helped dad bring in the 'horse' from the garden shed and put it in the 
middle of the lounge. Father ordered mother to undress completely and 
to prepare herself for a sound thrashing. It's funny, but every time I 
hear the word 'thrashing' or 'caning' or some similar meaning word, my 
tummy goes all queasy, and I feel slightly giddy.

Father made mother lay on the 'horse' with her bottom over the tapering 
part. Then he tied her wrists to the ring at the front, fastened the 
heavy strap around her waist, and finally her legs were tied down. In 
so doing, her legs were spread apart so we could all see her secret 
places. He then said to her "try moving your body." She tried moving, 
but could only move a little bit. She looked very frightened now. 
Father announced "So you see. If I have to administer physical 
punishment to any of you, I will have no problem with you trying to 
evade it. If you think about it, you will see that it's for your own 
benefit, because you won't get double strokes for trying to evade the 
punishment!" With that, he picked up his 'Tri-lash' and proceeded to 
whip mothers bottom with it. The 'horse' was obviously very effective, 
because mother was crying her eyes out after five lashes. But the way 
in which she was tied down meant that father could concentrate on his 
whipping and not worry about striking any sensitive flesh.

It was Carol's turn to experience the 'horse' next. She had been kept 
in detention at school one afternoon for turning in a rather poor essay 
for English. Two other girls who had also done a poor essay were kept 
in with her. Father was not at all pleased, especially after his 
previous warning. The 'horse' was brought in from the shed, and Carol 
tied over it whilst still fully clothed. Her skirt was raised and her 
panties lowered to the tops of her thighs. He used a cane on her this 
time. Nonetheless, he gave her ten hard strokes. When he finished 
thrashing her, she was allowed up and lectured on her faults. Carol had 
just gingerly pulled up her knickers when her legs turned to jelly. Her 
bladder gave way and she peed on the floor, right there in front of dad 
and myself. I looked at him aghast. He immediately pushed her over the 
'horse' again and administered a further six quick, hard strokes. Then 
I was told to clean up her mess and she was sent to bed. I was 
forbidden from going to our room until bedtime. When I got there, Carol 
was sleeping fitfully on her tummy - in the way whipped girls do. I 
didn't wake her, but just crawled into my bed and went, eventually, to 
sleep.

Next morning, I woke early. Carol was still sleeping on her tummy. But 
when the alarm for seven o'clock went off, she woke with a start. She 
saw me already washed and dressed, when she said softly "I don't feel 
well." I went to her side, and felt her forehead. It was very hot and 
beads of perspiration were running down her face. Her pillow was 
soaked. I went downstairs and told mother, who came up to Carol 
straight away. She took her temperature, which was reading 101 degrees. 
Carol must have got a dose of 'flu or something. I went downstairs with 
mother and helped her make a hot lemon drink. When that was done, 
mother took it up to Carol while I made breakfast for the rest of us. 
When father came down, he asked where the others were. I told him that 
Carol was feeling ill and that mother had taken some hot lemon and 
aspirins up to her. He just nodded his head slowly, and ate his 
breakfast. Mother helped Carol into the bathroom in order that a hot 
bath would help her symptoms. An hour later, Carol was, if anything, in 
a worse state. A doctor was called.

The doctor arrived at eleven thirty. He gave her a thorough examination 
during which he saw the tramlines on her bottom. Mother and I were with 
them during the examination, so when the doctor wanted to know what 
they were - he wasn't our usual doctor, who knows about fathers methods 
of discipline - mother told him matter-of-factly that Carol had been 
punished the previous evening. She didn't go into details. The doctor 
explained that Carol had a heavy cold. He prescribed some tablets and 
left, looking mystified, probably as to why a young girl in the 
nineteen eighties was still caned. Fortunately, he didn't appear to be 
a 'Do-gooder'. He probably thought that any child should be punished 
physically when they deserved it, and respected the parents who still 
thought that to 'spare the rod and spoil the child' was appropriate. 
However, as he was leaving, he told mother that she should cut down on 
the amount of punishment or frequency of punishment that was dished out 
to us, as we could be seriously hurt if she did otherwise. Mother and 
father took this all in, and spent some time considering what the 
doctor had said after he left. They came to the conclusion, I learned 
later, that father must not punish us more than is absolutely 
necessary, but at the same time, they decided, we must continue to be 
disciplined physically.

Mother told us about a friend from her school days who was punished 
regularly. She had mentioned to mum that her mother used to put her in 
very rigid corsets, tightly laced. These were extremely uncomfortable 
after a few hours of wearing, and that it was a great relief when she 
could take them off, even though she would be soundly thrashed 
afterwards. Mothers friend also, for some punishments, had to put on 
tight fitting leather gloves, which were soaked in water. After an hour 
or so, the leather would have shrunk so tightly that her hands were in 
agony. Then when the gloves were taken off her mother would cane her 
hands at least a dozen times on each. Apparently, it was excruciatingly 
painful.

Mother and father considered the various merits of this form of 
discipline, but came to the conclusion that the caning of hands was 
more dangerous than the 'safer' whipping of a backside. The hands could 
be permanently damaged, whereas a bottom was built to take it.

So it was, that Carol and I were thrashed less frequently than had been 
the case. After a while, I became aware that I was missing out on 
something. I didn't yet know quite what it was.

After a thrashing (for I was no longer spanked or hair-brushed), I 
would be sent to bed, where, a few minutes or so later, I would begin 
to feel a pleasant stirring in my loins. It was a comforting feeling. 
It felt good and the pain of the whipping was fading to a memory. For 
some reason, my fingers would creep under my night dress, and gently 
touch my vagina. It felt so good! Then they would start to gently 
massage the outer lips, and when these opened out, would caress my 
clitoris. I had discovered masturbation! Here I was, sixteen years old 
and had only just discovered how to enjoy myself! It was great. I would 
masturbate nearly every night and bring myself to orgasm after lovely 
orgasm. After a while, the desire to masturbate would die down and it 
wasn't until I had been whipped again that the urge to play with myself 
would arise. I had discovered that I actually needed to be whipped. I 
was a masochist!

After that discovery, I would deliberately go out of my way to be 
punished, although being careful not to get too severe a thrashing. 
This proved easy. Every so often, when I felt the desire to be 
punished, I would deliberately get myself detention at school or upset 
father a little bit at home. This never failed in my getting caned. But 
even this was proving insufficient. I began to feel that I needed more 
severe whippings. So I would upset dad in such a way that he wouldn't 
fail to put me over his 'horse' and almost flail the skin off my bottom 
with the 'Tri-lash'. This was getting better all the time. I could now 
take about ten strokes with the 'Tri-lash' before the first tears 
appeared. Even getting twenty strokes with that instrument was no where 
near enough though! This was causing father great consternation. Here 
he was, regularly thrashing me, but not getting the desired results - 
that of me becoming a 'proper young lady'. He was at his wits end.

Fortunately, he had a lady friend at work in whom he confided. Yes, she 
had been like me when she was my age, somewhat rebellious and defiant. 
What her parents had apparently done was to send her to a private 
school where physical punishment was handed out on whim. Just like me, 
she felt the cane was an insufficient deterrent. When her mistresses 
discovered this, they put her to a threefold punishment. This involved 
being tied to a proper whipping 'horse', having thirty strokes of a 
cane followed by twenty with a crop and finally fifty strokes of a 
birch. This had the effect that she would be ever so servile for the 
next week at least. After such a whipping had taken place, she would be 
considered unfit to be punished for a further few days. Although this 
was an extremely severe whipping, she was subjected to it twice a month 
for the next four months. By then, she found that the erotic feelings 
had subsided and the punishment had the desired effect; that is that 
she grew up to be confident and very ladylike.

Father had gone on to inquire of his friend whether or not such schools 
still exist. She replied that she would make a few discrete inquiries. 
Anyway, some time later, father's friend informed him that yes, such a 
school did exist, but that the boarding fees were very high. Although 
he tended to be careful with his money, he thought it would be 
worthwhile if it could do for me what it had done for his friend.

That's how, within three weeks of this information being imparted to 
father, I found myself tearfully waving good-bye to mother and father 
on the steps of my new school. It was an old mansion converted into a 
school for boarders. Apparently there were no day school pupils. I was 
met by the matron, a very big woman who looked like a man who has his 
hair cut short. She showed me to my dormitory, and when I had unpacked 
my few things that I was allowed to bring with me, she explained the 
important school rules to me. The main ones here being such as; when 
addressed by any member of staff, I should curtsy before them; 
instantly obey any command; and to be prompt in all things. Any 
contravention of these rules meant punishment. She didn't actually 
detail these then, but I had a pretty good idea what they were. Then 
she left me saying that I must report to the Headmistress in exactly 
ten minutes.

The dormitory had twenty beds in it, with a small chest of drawers and 
a narrow wardrobe next to each. In one corner of the room, near the 
entrance door, was a separate cupboard. It looked just like the type of 
cupboard unit you could find in almost any kitchen. There were two 
large doors at the bottom of the unit with three drawers above it.

I looked inside the top drawer and gasped. Inside, laid out in rows, 
were canes of various lengths and thicknesses. I quickly opened the 
bottom door where I saw a bundle of what I was to discover were birch 
rods (having never seen one before). I shut the doors just as quickly 
as I had opened them and went back to my bed. I was just about to lie 
down on my bed when I remembered that I had an appointment. I dashed 
out of the room and went straight up to the first person I saw. It was 
a mistress, and because I didn't curtsy before her, she drew a short 
cane from her waist belt, bent me over, and caned me through my skirt 
and pants. Although that didn't hurt too much, I was, anyway, shocked. 
I then curtsied and asked her where I might find the Headmistress. She 
showed me the way, and I curtsied to her again, just in case.

I knocked on the Headmistresses door and was beckoned in. Her office 
was like something out of 'Tom Brown's School Day's'. The walls were 
lined with books, and her office desk even had an old fashioned ink 
well and two quills on it. I curtsied to the Headmistress and 
introduced myself. She said that she had been expecting me five minutes 
earlier, and that this was no way to behave on my first day. I 
apologised profusely. She said that as it was my first day, I would be 
punished in private there and then and not in front of the assembled 
school. Evidently, punishments are usually performed in front of the 
entire school at seven o'clock, after the evening meal had been eaten. 
The Headmistress pulled an arm-less chair out from the wall and sat 
herself on it. She beckoned me to her, and so I went and stood by her 
side. Then she told me to lay over her lap so that my hands were flat 
on the floor and my feet were on tip toes. I could feel my skirt being 
folded over my back and then my knickers were drawn down my legs. The 
office window was open, and I could feel a rather soothing draught on 
my skin. The Headmistress wanted to know who had already caned me, and 
I explained the situation. "Very well," she said. "as it is your first 
day, I'll be lenient with you. Prepare yourself!" With that she raised 
her cane and brought it cracking down on my bottom. She repeated this 
over and over again for at least five minutes, and I was sobbing away 
like mad.

Anyway, when she had finished caning me, I was allowed to get up, and 
to pull my knickers up as well. She then formally welcomed me into the 
school. She explained the rules to me in more detail than the matron 
had done. When she had finished, she asked me if I had any questions. I 
replied in the negative. "Right." she said. "I'll take you to your 
first lesson, which is French. Have you done any French before?" I said 
that I had recently passed an 'O' level in the subject, at which reply 
she beamed at me. "That's fine. Come along now and I'll introduce you 
to Miss Martin.

Miss Martin was a very good looking woman, probably no more than twenty 
two years old. We were introduced and she indicated a spare desk at 
which I could sit. The rest of the class were looking at me as I made 
my way to my allotted desk. She clapped her hands once, and the others 
in the class concentrated entirely on Miss Martin as she spoke on the 
subject of French grammar. What she was teaching was new to me. It was 
the more complex grammar she was teaching, rather than the basic 
grammar I had learned at my previous school. I must have looked 
nonplussed as she spoke, because she suddenly snapped "Miss York! I 
insist on having your complete attention at all times in my lessons. Is 
that clear!"

"Yes, Miss." I said. "I'm trying to understand what you are teaching 
us, but I have not done this particular type of grammar before. I have 
only been taught to 'O' level standards." She thought for a moment, and 
then said, "Very well, we'll go back and recap the lesson." She did 
indeed recapitulate the lesson, but she was going too fast for me to 
keep up. It annoyed her that I couldn't keep up, especially when other 
girls, who had been brought in late to a lesson did learn their lesson.

Finally, her patience snapped. "My God, girl. Don't you understand 
anything I have been saying?" And without waiting for a reply, she 
hauled me out from my desk and dragged me to the front of the class. 
She bent me over her desk, reached for her cane which was hanging from 
a loop at the other side of the desk, and promptly gave me twelve 
stingers. I didn't yell out at all, but a few tears did spring to my 
eyes, which I dabbed off on my sleeve. I was ordered back to my seat 
and told to buck my ideas up, or there would be more of where that came 
from. Honestly, I was trying to learn, but it was so new to me. I 
concentrated very hard on what she was saying, and in a while I had 
grasped the principles of her lesson.

The end of period bell sounded, and we all marched out smartly to our 
next lesson, which was math's.

The rest of the day passed quickly and I got to know the rest of my 
classmates by name. So, my first lesson in concentration had paid off. 
I learned that their ages ranged from fifteen to seventeen, and that 
they had all been sent here because they, like me, were somewhat 
rebellious or defiant, or both. They told me, when we were in the dorm 
later, that every new girl would be publicly whipped on her first full 
day at school. This meant for me that I was going to be whipped the 
very next evening. My stomach started to churn, as it usually does with 
such an announcement.

The next day passed uneventfully, and after school work was completed, 
we all went to the dining hall for our evening meal. Knowing I was 
going to be whipped, I only ate a very light meal. The meal finished 
and the Headmistress called for attention. "Good evening girls."

"Good evening Headmistress", we all chorused. "Yesterday, a girl by the 
name of Linda York arrived at this school to be educated in it's ways. 
As you are all aware, every new girl is 'welcomed' to the school in 
your presence. There is to be no exception now. Linda York, come and 
stand in front of the school so that they may know who you are." I did 
as I was told, and made my way to the low stage at one end of the 
dining hall, aware that everyone was looking at me.

On the stage was a 'horse', very much like the one that father had made 
at home - only higher - and a table with an assortment of canes, 
birches and whips on it, the likes of some of which I had never even 
envisaged. The Headmistress went on, "Miss York, you will be fastened 
naked to the 'horse' and flogged so that you will know full well what 
to expect if you don't conform to what is expected of you." My mind was 
in a whirl. But just then, I felt my clothes being removed by the 
matron, picked up bodily and laid over the 'horse' so that the entire 
school could get a first rate view of the action. The Headmistress 
herself tied the straps to my wrists, waist and ankles. As I turned my 
head, I saw her go to the table and pick up a slender cane. She tested 
it's suppleness by bending it almost back on it self, and then made a 
few practice cuts with it. The sound was a high pitched whistle. Then 
she positioned herself to one side of me, making sure that the rest of 
the school could see, and proceeded to lash my naked buttocks with that 
cane. I hardly made a sound for the first few cuts, but after that I 
started to first gasp and then to start crying and then screaming.

The assembled school was quiet save for a few gasps of delight from 
some of the girls. When she had given me twenty cuts of the cane, she 
stopped and picked up a riding whip which she handed to matron. The big 
woman took the proffered whip and took up her position which had just 
been vacated by the Headmistress. Matron flogged me almost without 
mercy. I was screaming for all I was worth, until eventually she had 
finished giving me twelve lashes. Through my tear soaked eyes, I saw 
the Headmistress pick up one of the birch rods and I thought how much 
more can I take? She resumed her former position, measured her 
distance, and started whipping me with the rod. It was a pain the likes 
of which I had never experienced before. It's hard to describe, but it 
was like a hundred thin canes lashing down at the same time. This time, 
the Headmistress didn't stop until the birch rod was almost in tatters. 
Then she dropped the rod and mopped her perspiring brow with a small 
lace handkerchief. She addressed the assembled school again. "Girls. I 
want that to be a reminder to all of you who may otherwise think of 
breaking the school rules." And with that, she left the hall. Matron 
untied my bonds, put a loose gown over me and carried me to her sick 
room.

There, she laid me face down on a couch, eased my legs apart a little 
bit, and applied some cool, soothing lotion to my wounds. She said that 
the Headmistress always whips the girls very hard, and that she had 
drawn quite a bit of blood with the birch. However, the lotion would 
take care of that, and that I would be fit for any more punishment 
deemed necessary again the day after tomorrow. When she had finished 
applying the lotion and checking for any other damage which may have 
been done, she dismissed me and sent me back to the dorm. I walked very 
stiffly from the sick room and made my way slowly to the dorm.

I reached it after what seemed like an eternity, and let myself in. 
When I opened the door, the other girls were there. They all rushed up 
to me to ask how I felt, and then two of them helped me to my bed. They 
too, laid me face down on the bed, which had its covers folded to one 
side. One girl, I don't know who it was, lifted the gown I was wearing 
from my bottom, and took a sharp intake of breath. The other girls 
crowded round to examine me. I could feel their hot breath wafting over 
my ultra sensitive skin. Some of the girls were whispering to each 
other, then I heard them giggle. One of them started licking my bottom. 
It was just the way that Carol had done all that time ago. This time I 
was going to make sure they carried on doing it. So I started making a 
gentle moaning sound, and it was just this that encouraged them to 
continue. The first girl was joined by another, and then another, 
licking my wounds.

Then, just as before when mother had burst into our room, so the door 
to the dorm opened and in came the Headmistress. Her eyes widened just 
a little, but I could tell she was angry. She calmly informed the six 
girls who were around me that they could all look forward to a public 
whipping the next evening, and that the other girls in the room would 
be punished straight away for not preventing the 'outrage'. As for me, 
she told me that she didn't want homosexuality in her school, and that 
I too would be whipped again, the night after the others.

The Headmistress told the girls not directly involved to prepare 
themselves for punishment by bending over their bed ends, and to the 
other six, she told them to stand with faces against the wall by their 
beds, and not to move. She walked calmly to the cupboard at the end of 
the dorm, and selected four canes from the draws.

She took her bundle of canes to the nearest girl, put three of them on 
her bed, and gave her a dozen stinging cuts, which had her screaming in 
no time at all! The Headmistress told that girl to stay in that 
position until she had finished dealing with the others. She then 
picked up the other three canes from the bed, and went to the next 
girl.

When the Head had finished dealing with the thirteen girls not 
involved, the room was awash with the sound of crying and sobbing.

Then she reminded the six girls still standing with their faces to the 
walls that they would be severely punished the following evening.

True to her word, the next evening after our meal, she called the six 
girls up on to the stage. She told the school of their crime, and you 
could hear quite a number of the girls giggling quietly. But one sharp 
look from the Headmistress silenced them straight away. Tonight, the  
table which held the implements of correction was bulging with lots of 
canes, whips and birches. It was obviously going to take some time to 
whip all six of them. This was the reason that apart from the 
Headmistress and matron, there were three other teachers, including 
Miss Martin on the stage.

The matron turned to the first, and youngest, of the girls and removed 
all her clothes. She turned red at the humiliation of it all. Then the 
Headmistress tied her to the 'horse' and proceeded to cane her hard. 
She administered twenty five strokes of the cane, and was gently 
glistening when she was done. Then matron picked up the horsewhip and 
lashed the poor girl another twenty five times. Miss Martin picked up 
one of the birch rods and gave the girl twenty five with that. Mrs. 
Pickford, the math's teacher, picked up yet another birch and gave the 
girl the remaining twenty five lashes she had been sentenced to. When 
that girls' flogging was over, she was untied by matron and taken by 
two senior girls to the sick room, where they applied the lotion to her 
blazing buttocks. They then left her there and returned to the dining 
hall where the second girl had already been fastened to the 'horse'. 
The same sequence of thrashings took place again, with first the 
Headmistress administering the cane, followed by Matron with the 
horsewhip, and then Miss Martin and Mrs Pickford with the birches. When 
her punishment was over, the same senior girls took her to the sick 
room and applied the lotion to her buttocks, returning quickly.

The next three girls were dealt with in similar fashion, but Mrs 
Goldman took over from Mrs Pickford when the Headmistress indicated 
that she wasn't flogging the fifth girl hard enough.

Then it was the turn of the sixth, and eldest girl, Kitty Chivers. This 
time, the Headmistress didn't pick up a cane. Instead she picked up a 
riding crop, like the one father used on Carol and me. She turned to 
the school and said, "This girl, being the oldest one here, will be 
punished more severely than the others. Because she is the oldest, she 
should have set a better example to the younger girls. She should also 
have known better than to act in the way she did, because just two 
months ago, she was punished for a similar offence. That punishment 
obviously didn't work." With that, the Headmistress turned to Kitty, 
whom matron had already tied to the 'horse', and thrashed her for a 
full six minutes with the crop.

No one was surprised at her screams for mercy. I knew only too well 
that the crop was a very cruel weapon indeed. Finally the Headmistress 
put the crop back on the table. Matron took the horsewhip and flogged 
the girl with it for a further ten minutes, delivering about four 
lashes per minute. It was then Miss Martins turn with the birch again. 
Again she lashed the girl twenty five times. Mrs Goldman also gave her 
another twenty five lashes. But then, when we thought it was all over, 
the Headmistress picked up a shiny new cane from the table, and once 
again addressed the assembled school. "As I said earlier, this girl is 
going to be whipped severely. I intend caning her until I have no 
strength left or until matron advises me to stop." Again, she turned to 
the helpless girl, who was sobbing heavily, and trembling like an 
Aspen, measured her distance, and thrashed out what remaining daylights 
there were left in her. But she was stronger than any one could have 
imagined. For a full ten minutes she flogged the girl until matron 
intervened saying that the girl had fainted. Only then did she stop. 
That poor girl had taken about one hundred and seventy odd strokes and 
this was a salutary lesson to us all, and not one whipping, save my own 
the next night, was given out for over a week.

The previous night, after my first public whipping, I managed to go to 
sleep, only to be woken by what seemed like an itch in my vagina. I put 
my fingers down there to relieve the itch, but only succeeded in making 
myself come. I only hope I didn't wake the other girls!

Well, the following night, it was my turn to be whipped again. First 
though, I had to go and see the matron, who examined my buttocks to see 
if they were fit enough to take another whipping. She made her 
examination, and jotted a few notes down on a piece of paper. Then she 
folded the paper and put it in her pocket. Matron accompanied me to the 
dining hall - I had declined the meal - and I was ordered on to the 
stage and made to face the assembled school. The Headmistress informed 
the school of my crime and why I hadn't been whipped the previous night 
with the others. Matron then gave her the piece of paper. She examined 
it carefully, re-folded it and put it in her own pocket. Again, she 
turned to the school and told them that I would be caned and birched, 
but not horsewhipped, because my bottom had not recovered sufficiently 
from the previous time.

Matron helped the Headmistress tie me securely to the 'horse'. She 
turned to the school again and announced "Because this girl is not fit 
enough to receive a dose of the horsewhip, she will instead receive 
forty strokes of my cane followed by one hundred with the birches." You 
could hear a pin drop as this was taken in by the other girls. The 
caning proceeded very slowly. I just gritted my teeth and hung on to my 
bonds. Her rhythm didn't break at all, and by the time the forty 
strokes and been dealt out, I was virtually hysterical. I was allowed 
two minutes to regain some composure, before matron picked up one of 
the five birch rods lying on the table. She also took her time in 
flogging me, and it was twenty minutes and two birch rods later that 
the Headmistress took over. By now, I was just blubbing incoherently. 
But not taking any notice of me, the Headmistress continued where 
matron had left off. She, in fact used up the other three birches 
during my punishment.

That night, after being attended to by matron in her sick room, I was 
in no state at all to even try and masturbate. The itching just wasn't 
there.

I remained at the school for a further six months, passed six 'A' 
levels at grades 1 and 2, was ceremoniously whipped on average once a 
fortnight, and finally left there a lot wiser and a lot more confident 
than I had ever dared to imagine. I was also, although I didn't realise 
it at the time, a full-blown flagellant!

When I arrived home, I was greeted by mother and father and Carol, who 
was particularly pleased to see me. When I eventually went to bed that 
night, Carol pumped me for all the details about the school. Later on, 
when I had just about finished explaining everything there was to know 
about the school, she said quietly, "Do you think that would work for 
me? Dad has been thrashing me at least once a week, and each time, 
well, er," she blushed. "You've been feeling randy!" I said with 
delight. "Well, yes. I suppose that's the right word for it." I told 
her that that was exactly what I had felt before going to that school, 
but my whippings had cured me of that to a certain extent, and made me 
into the person she saw before her now. The next morning, I saw her 
speaking to father. He was nodding his head, as if in approval of 
something. Within three weeks, she too was a boarder at the same 
school. I just knew what she was going through, and that she would 
enjoy it, in a perverse sort of way.

So it was that Carol was sent to the same boarding school that I had 
been sent to. I didn't see her again for six months. But when she did 
come back home, my goodness, what a change there was in her!

She told me all about life at the school, how she had been whipped on 
average once a week in front of the school, and the punishments she got 
during classes. I told her that while she had been away, father had 
only twice had occasion to whip me. The most serious punishment had 
been for managing to lose the money he had given me to buy his present 
for mothers birthday. I must have lost the money, which was in my coat 
pocket, when I pulled out my handkerchief to blow my nose at the bus 
stop. I got twenty with the 'Tri-lash' for that. Apart from the two 
whippings I received, life at home could not have been better! Mum and 
dad were well pleased with my education, and were hopeful of similar 
results from Carol.

Also, while she had been away, I met the most marvellous man. His name 
is Keith Hastings, and he was twenty four years old, seven years my 
senior. He had told me all about his own upbringing, which had been 
nearly as strict as my own. He only told me about this aspect of his 
life after he had been witness to the second whipping I received while 
Carol was away.

I have to be home by eleven o'clock every evening, but on this fateful 
occasion, his car had broken down on the way home. When I got home at 
just after midnight, father was waiting up for me. He saw us coming up 
the path and he opened the door just as we were kissing good night. He 
was calm, but told us both to come in. I knew why. He was going to 
punish me for being late in, and he wanted Keith to witness it!

Without hesitation, he told me to take off my coat, and go into the 
lounge. While I was doing that, knowing what was to come, I heard him 
inform Keith that he expected his daughter to be in by eleven. Keith 
told him that the car had broken down, and showed him his oil covered 
hands to prove the point. Father said "I don't disbelieve you, but 
Linda should have 'phoned and let us know she would be late. As she 
didn't, she is going to be punished. Keith looked at him incredulously. 
But dad just showed him into the lounge where I had already moved the 
'horse' into the middle of the room, and had placed the canes and 'Tri-
lash' on the sideboard. When they came in, I lay myself across the 
'horse' and dad tied me in position. Keith's eyes were open wide with 
the shock of the view presenting itself. Then dad picked up a medium 
cane and gave me ten strokes with it. When he had finished, he untied 
me and told me to clear up. Sobbing, I put the 'horse' back in its 
place and put the instruments of correction back in the sideboard. Then 
he told me to go to my room. Keith later told me that father told him 
that this was how he kept his daughters in line, and that in future, he 
expected him to get me home on time.

The next evening, I saw Keith again, and when we were alone he told me 
in no uncertain terms that last nights experience had turned him on no 
end. He went further, and said that if we ever got married, then I 
should expect to be treated by him, as father treated me now. I didn't 
know quite what to think. I was very flattered that he should take such 
an interest in me, and as for marriage, well, I hadn't given that any 
thought. Anyway, he said he wanted to prove his sincerity by giving me 
a spanking then and there.

We were out in the country, miles from anywhere, supposedly to have a 
kissing and cuddling session in this lay-by we found. I think I 
startled him by saying that "if you think you can manage it, then I 
would have no hesitation in allowing you to spank me!"

"Huh!" he said. "So you think I wouldn't, eh! We'll soon see about 
that!" He got out of the car and came round to my side. He opened the 
door, and pulled me out in his rush to prove himself. He guided me to 
the front of the car, pushed me over the bonnet and hauled my coat and 
skirt up my back. Then I could sense his breathing getting faster and 
faster, especially when I felt his hand on the waist band of my 
knickers. I said, "Oh no. Not like that!" But he just continued to pull 
them down to my ankles, and with no hesitation, started slapping my 
bottom.

There we were, in the country, miles from anywhere, the moon shining 
brightly, and him, the brute, slapping seven shades of blue out of my 
backside! But the funny thing was, I was loving it! What with the warm 
evening air circulating around my exposed skin, and my lover seemingly 
enjoying his 'dare', I was in seventh heaven. After a few moments, he 
stopped. He obviously didn't relish the prospect of hurting me, but I 
told him that it hadn't hurt too much and would he like to continue? He 
would, but not before removing his belt from his trousers, wrapping the 
buckle end around his hand, and lashing me with the other, broad end. 
This was the first time I had ever felt a belt, and the pain it 
delivered was so different from a cane. It was similar in some ways, to 
the birch. His belt was two inches wide, and so, after just a few 
minutes, the whole of my backside was covered  with angry red welts. I 
was sobbing gently when he asked rather anxiously if I was OK. I told 
him truthfully that I indeed was OK. and that what he had just done had 
taken me rather by surprise, but not to worry, as I had enjoyed it! He 
nearly flipped when I said that. He was so excited! I told him, that as 
long as he didn't go too far, he could spank and belt me again the next 
time we went out together.

Now it was getting late. It had just gone ten o'clock when I said that 
he ought to get me home. He didn't do a thing! He just sat there, 
grinning like a Cheshire cat, probably wanting to see me whipped again. 
I started to get frantic as I didn't relish another whipping from 
father so soon after that one. After all, what would he have said when 
he saw the belt marks? Keith pondered for a moment and started the car. 
He turned it round and took me home. Just in time. I could see dad 
standing at the window of the front room, and I said to Keith that I 
wanted to see him again tomorrow night. He said "Fine. I'll come and 
pick you up at seven." We kissed good night and I skipped up the path. 
I got to the door, turned round, and blew him a kiss, before turning 
again. Then I flipped up my skirt and coat, and bent over, showing him 
my panties, before hurriedly dropping them again in case dad had seen 
anything. Fortunately he hadn't, so I said good night to him and went 
up to my room. I lay in my bed for hours just gently masturbating and 
thinking about tonight's events. I eventually made up my mind that 
Keith was just the man for me. He had a good job - which would ensure 
my future security, and he had the strength and will needed to keep me 
in hand.

Within a month, the arrangements for our wedding had all been made. Two 
evenings before the big day, father was talking to Keith while I sat 
next to him. He told Keith that as he knew, he often had cause to 
punish both my sister and me, and that he hoped Keith would continue to 
do the same for me. Keith said that he would certainly consider such a 
request. But Keith looked rather reluctant (he didn't want father to 
know that he already did look after my bottom!), so father patiently 
explained that I had had many punishments, and that, perhaps, I might 
miss them if they were to stop altogether, (how right he was!) and 
become a big handful. Keith agreed. So there and then, father made him 
a present of four of our canes. Keith could barely control his 
excitement. But, control it he did.

The wedding day itself was just out of this world. I was taken to 
church in a white Rolls Royce, the sun was shining brightly and I was 
in seventh heaven! The service and wedding breakfast, followed by the 
reception, all went off without a hitch. I couldn't believe how lucky I 
was. We stayed overnight in the Grand Hotel in town. The bridal suite 
was like nothing I had ever seen before! The centre piece of the room 
was a magnificent four-poster bed. It wasn't long before Keith had 
pulled my clothes off and pushed me over the side of the bed and 
whacked my bottom for a good seven or eight minutes. When he finished, 
my eyes were glistening, and we made love for what seemed like hours. 
We did it in so many different ways! How he knew how to make love to me 
in all those ways was beyond me, but I didn't want to spoil anything by 
asking!

The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast in bed, we departed for 
Gatwick airport and the flight to Hamburg in Germany. We stayed in the 
Europa hotel which, incidentally, was not far from the Reeperbahn! 
After a day of sightseeing, we went back to the hotel because we were 
so tired. When we were getting ready for bed, he showed me the canes 
that father had given him. Keith said "I think it's about time these 
were put to use. You'll always know why I'm using them on you, even if 
I don't! In my limited experience, women who are punished know what 
they've done wrong, even if the punisher doesn't!"

With that, he once again pushed me over the edge of the bed and gave me 
a ten strokes on my naked bottom. Straight after he had finished, he 
gave me a good hard 'seeing-to', which was heightened by the feel of my 
whipped bottom banging into his groin. Being screwed from behind, with 
a well reddened backside was a delight. He hadn't whipped me in a 
brutal way, but hard enough to get my senses reeling, in a similar way 
to the feelings I got after being whipped by dad. Keith's whippings 
were and would be a deal less painful than anything I got from dad!

Every night of our honeymoon was one big orgasm! I would get a whipping 
with either his belt or a cane, and then be screwed good and proper. 
One time we were doing this, we were making love with me on top and him 
caning my backside at the same time. This seemed to be even more 
wonderful! Apparently, one morning, one of the cleaning girls came into 
the room while I was in the bath, and was speaking to Keith. She said 
that she had heard the sound of a cane being used the night before and 
was intrigued to know all about it. Keith, being quite bold, said that 
if she wanted to experience a caning, then he would be happy to oblige 
her! The outcome of this was that, that evening at about eight o'clock, 
the maid came to our room and knocked on the door. Keith had already 
told me about this, saying that he wanted to demonstrate the cane first 
on me, and then on the girl, whether she wanted it or not! I was 
actually rather excited by the notion.

He opened the door for her, showed her in and  asked her to have a 
seat, while the two of us sat on the big bed, and chatted for a while. 
After she had been given a drink, Keith told me sternly, "Get yourself 
ready for a whipping!" The girls eyes were big with incredulity. But 
taking no notice of her, I undressed completely and prostrated myself 
on the edge of the bed. Keith went to a suitcase and pulled out two of 
the canes. He tossed one aside and without a moments hesitation, 
proceeded to give me a dozen strokes with it. I thought he might have 
given me more, but he obviously didn't want to scare off the girl. She 
was sitting there with her legs up, hugging her knees. But she was 
obviously very excited by what she had just witnessed. Almost in a 
trance, she was pulled out of her seat by Keith, and led over to where 
I had just been caned. He gently pushed her over the edge of the bed 
and raised her mini-skirt over her waist. He gently pulled down her 
very skimpy knickers, and gave her a dose of the same treatment he had 
just dished out to me.

She started to cry almost straight away, but Keith didn't take any 
notice until he had given her twelve strokes. I admired him for that. I 
think that if he had stopped when she started crying, I would have 
despised him for it. But he didn't, and the girl seemed to be becoming 
very turned on indeed! Keith laid down on the bed nude, with an 
enormous erection sticking out from between his legs. I gratefully got 
on top of him and impaled myself on his pole. I started moving up and 
down very slowly, when Keith indicated to the maid that she should pick 
up the cane and gently whip my buttocks while I rode his pole. She did 
just that, and the sensation of being caned and fucked at the same time 
were even more incredible than when he fucked me after caning me. We 
came together in one prick spurting, pussy juicing entity. The girl 
cast aside the cane and joined us on the bed. She put her head between 
my legs from behind and started to lick off our cum juices. This girl 
knew exactly how to drive me crazy with desire. I slid myself off of 
Keith's softening prick and turned myself around so that I could give 
the girl some of her own medicine! It was the first time I had ever 
tasted another girl, but at that moment I was sure it would not have 
been the last!

Within a few minutes, Keith's prick was hard and ready again. This time 
he stuffed it into the girls pussy, and fucked her like a thing 
possessed! When he rolled with her onto his back, he pointed to the 
cane and then to me. I knew just what he had in mind. I picked up the 
cane and started to lash away at the girls bottom. I must have given 
her about twenty lashes with it before I realised that they were both 
rising to their orgasm! I quickly gave her a few more cuts with it and 
they collapsed in a pile, totally exhausted. They just lay there for a 
few moments, and then the girl got up, got dressed and disappeared!

It had been a fantastic evening, but I scolded Keith because how was it 
that I wasn't allowed to look at other men, when he could go and pick 
up any girl he fancied? He told me not to be so silly. I could look at 
other men, but 'no touching!' I said that wasn't fair. After all, he 
had just screwed a cleaning maid on OUR honeymoon. He thought for a 
moment, and then said "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done 
that." But he could tell from my face that I had enjoyed myself 
enormously. I suggested to him that, if he wanted another woman, then 
he would have to bring her home so that I could take part as well! "Why 
should I be left out?" I asked him. His eyes were glazed as I suggested 
this to him. Then he said, "Well, my love, if you're sure you wouldn't 
mind..." I told him "No, I won't mind, just as long as I can get some 
of the action as well!" He said that as soon as we got back home, he 
would inquire about getting a maid of our own. That way, I could have 
some girlish hanky-panky with her at almost any time of day or night, 
whether he was there or not. That seemed very fair. Very fair indeed.

So it was then, that after we had settled into our new home, Keith went 
to inquire about getting a live-in maid for us. We had plenty of room 
in the house, so we could easily spare one of the bedrooms for her own 
use.

We only had one inquiry about the job, and this was from a middle-aged 
widow. She was nice enough, but I couldn't see her joining in with our 
little games, let alone taking a caning! We said that we would let her 
know in due course. In the meantime, Carol had made it known that she 
would like to leave home, because she was getting fed up with having no 
one except mum and dad to talk to, and that she would sooner live with 
us. I talked this over with Keith, and he said that it would be OK, but 
what about my sex-life? I told him about the time that we had been 
caught when Carol had licked my bottom, and that she might just want to 
experience something like that again. I knew she had been seduced at 
the boarding school by one of the other girls, and been whipped 
severely for it, and so she was probably willing to do it again. I said 
to Keith that I would find out what she thought.

Sure enough, Carol still had lesbian tendencies, but wasn't sure about 
doing it with her sister! I, knowing I had lesbian tendencies as well, 
persuaded Carol that there would be no difference between doing it with 
me or some other girl. At least she knew where I had been, and I would 
know where she had been, and that we loved each other dearly. So there 
would be no problems on that score. She agreed only too readily. I 
warned her though, that she would have to help me keep the house in 
order and still be subject to the occasional whipping from either of 
us, but all she said was 'that as long as I was there, everything would 
be fine!'

Keith agreed to Carol coming to stay with us, and she moved in with us 
the next weekend. After she had unpacked her things, I told her that 
now she was staying with us, she would be welcomed to our home. She 
knew full well what I meant. She remembered her 'welcome' to the school 
only too vividly. I told her that it would be nowhere near as bad as at 
school, but she would still suffer quite a bit. She told me that was 
fine, and that she was looking forward to being dealt with by someone 
other than dad. Randy little minx!

That evening, there was nothing really worth watching on the 'box', so 
I said to Keith that I thought that now would be an appropriate time to 
'welcome' Carol to our home. He went upstairs to our bedroom and 
retrieved the canes. When he came down into the lounge, he saw that the 
sofa had been brought into the middle, and that Carol was standing in 
one corner. I said to Keith, "I thought you might like to undress Carol 
and make her 'welcome'." He called Carol to him and told her to turn 
round. She did, and he unfastened her dress which swooshed to the 
floor, forming a puddle of red and white cotton around her feet. She 
stepped out of her dress and pushed the garment to one side with her 
foot. This left her wearing just a bra', knickers, stockings and 
suspender belt, and red court shoes. She looked a dream just standing 
there. He hooked his fingers into the waist band of her lacey black 
knickers, and eased them slowly down her slim legs to her ankles. She 
stepped out of them as well and kicked them to one side. She stood up 
straight, eyes glistening slightly, saying nothing.

Keith guided her to the sofa, looking goggle-eyed at her body - which 
until now, he had never seen undressed - and eased her over the end 
arm. He motioned to me that I should hold her arms because he wanted to 
whip her fairly hard. So I sat on the sofa, unbuttoned my blouse and 
took hold of Carol's hands and held them to my breasts (I wasn't 
wearing a bra'!). I was sure she would not want to move them away then. 
Keith picked up a light cane and proceeded to whip her bottom. After 
only two strokes, he cast aside that cane because he had drawn blood 
from her. He picked up a heavier cane and continued with that. Carol 
was howling like a Banshee! But her hands were doing wonderful things 
to my breasts! She was squeezing them for all she was worth each time 
the cane landed on her bottom, and, although this hurt me quite a bit, 
I was truly turned on! At last, Keith cast the cane aside, and I got up 
to come and see the damage inflicted on her bottom.

There were weals all over her bottom-cheeks, with one or two seeping 
blood. Without a moments thought, I bent down and gently ran my tongue 
over each weal in turn, paying particular attention to the bleeding 
ones. Remembering what she had done to me all that time ago, I let my 
tongue slip down into her bum-crack. I circled her anus with my tongue 
and then pushed it inside. I had half expected the taste to be awful, 
but she actually tasted quite delicious! I thrust my tongue in and out 
of her bum, and she was writhing in ecstasy, and in danger of soaking 
the arm of the sofa with her cum juice! Then I made her get up and lay 
back on the sofa, so that I could get to her more easily. She suggested 
that 'why don't we do this to each other at the same time! Great idea. 
So I laid her flat on her back while I clambered on top so that I was 
almost sitting on her face, and I could get my face between her legs.

We oralised with each other for what seemed like ages, when Keith 
picked up the cane again, and started laying in to my bottom. This had 
me going in no time at all! I just let him whack me as I came and came 
and came into Carol's face. She loved the way my tongue had penetrated 
her vagina and my fingers penetrated her bottom extra deeply each time 
Keith hit me with the cane. Carol came at virtually the same time as 
me. We were both soaked in each others come, but Carol's welcome hadn't 
been completed yet. Keith went upstairs to our room, and came back with 
his leather belt ready in his hands. He got Carol back on the sofa, 
this time with me underneath her in the sixty nine position. We started 
to eat each other again and Keith began to wield his belt over her 
already blazing bottom. She loved it as much as I had when our 
positions were reversed. When Keith had stopped belting her bum, he 
dragged her off of me, and laid her over the arm of the sofa again. 
This time though, he didn't whip her, he fucked her, from behind. She 
also loved this as much as I had done. It was at that moment that I 
just knew we would all get along just fine with each other.

Carol accepted that she was a non-paying lodger, and would help me by 
tidying up the house and do all the other necessary chores that had to 
be done. She was, in fact, our personal maid. She was expected to do 
anything commanded of her by myself or Keith. She said that I didn't 
have to keep reminding her of that because she knew full well what she 
had let herself into.

One day, sometime after Carol had come to stay with us, Keith went to 
see my father. He told me later that he had asked him if he could have 
the whipping 'horse' as he was having a few difficulties. Sadly, dad 
said no, because he still needed it to deal with mother and us girls, 
when the occasion arose. Keith had had no idea that mother was whipped 
as well. But he would find out the truth of that in the not too distant 
future. Dad said that as a present, he would make him a new, improved 
version of it. Keith offered his thanks and requested that it might not 
be too long before he could put it to use! Father was really quite 
grateful that Keith shared most of his views on the corporal punishment 
of women.

A fortnight later, we all went to stay with mum and dad for the 
weekend. On the Saturday, we girls and mum went into town to do some 
shopping. Meanwhile, father had taken Keith into his shed, where he 
showed him the new 'horse'. It was similar to the one that now resided 
in the living room except that in place of the buckles on the straps, 
there were Velcro fasteners instead. Also, the bench part was wider at 
the tapered end so that the victims legs could be spread even wider. 
Keith was most impressed with the design and the speed at which father 
had produced it. Keith then expressed the wish to see it in action at 
the earliest opportunity. Father said that he 'thought he might'.

When we got home from the shopping, I put the kettle on for a nice 
refreshing cup of tea, while Carol and mum emptied the shopping bags on 
the kitchen table. There was enough food to sink a battleship! Dad and 
Keith came in from the shed, and when dad saw the amount of food that 
had been bought, he was livid! "Who decided that all this food was 
necessary?" he asked of us. Mum said, "I thought of the T-bone steaks 
and the Button mushrooms, and the girls thought that this wine would go 
with it a treat."

"This wine," said dad, examining the label, "is not your ordinary run 
of the mill stuff, but prized by connoisseurs the world over! This must 
have cost a fortune!" It had, but mum said "darling, it's not often we 
have the family together, so I said that it would be all right to buy 
it. I know it cost over thirty pounds a bottle, but this is a special 
occasion." Dad stormed, "I don't care what the occasion is, I will not 
have you wasting money on provisions that you could have bought for a 
quarter the price. I think you're all in need of a lesson." With that, 
he turned to Keith and said "You wanted to see my new toy in use? Well 
you're just about to! Help me get it in." Keith and dad disappeared out 
of the back door, and a few minutes later came back with the new 
'horse'. This was put in the living room and his 'Tri-lash' taken down 
from its place above the mantle piece.

"You first, Celia," he said to mother. Her face dropped as the 
realisation dawned on her. Our faces dropped too, because we didn't 
relish a whipping so soon after the night before when Keith had given 
us twelve each with the cane.

However, mother did as she was told, and divested herself of her 
clothes. When she was naked save for her bra and slip, she laid herself 
over the 'horse' and patiently waited for dad to tie her down. She was 
obviously getting used to it by now. Dad was in no hurry, as he 
explained to Keith the method of bonding the victim to the 'horse'. He 
demonstrated the bonds at the same time by tying mother down as he 
spoke. When mother was securely held down, he picked up his 'Tri-lash' 
and flexed it through the air a few times. Then without warning, he 
brought it cracking down on her upturned bottom. Twelve times he 
repeated the dose, then he put the 'Tri-lash' to one side and undid 
mothers bonds.

Keith was very impressed with the new 'horse'. It wasn't uncomfortable 
to be tied to, but it did present the whipper with a bigger target 
because of the way the victims legs were spread wider apart.

Then it was my turn. Keith tied me down in the way that dad had shown 
him. Dad picked up the 'Tri-lash' and then complimented Keith on his 
handiwork, which showed up in the fading tramlines on my bottom. Then 
he blasted away at my bottom with ten lashes.

Carol looked a bit hesitant, but let mother undress her and let father 
tie her down to the 'horse'. Dad appeared a bit shocked to see Carol's 
bottom covered in fading cane weals. He turned to Keith and said, "I 
had no idea that Carol was subject to the same treatment as your wife! 
I approve! Wholeheartedly. Don't you Celia?" Mum, her eyes still 
brimful of tears, nodded. Keith said in return, "When they're under my 
roof, they will be subject to my discipline, just as you discipline 
them when they're under your roof."

"Good lad! A man after my own heart! I always thought you were all 
right!" dad said. Then Keith said to dad, "Er... Isn't there something 
you're overlooking at the moment?"

"What do you mean?" dad said, slightly confused. Keith indicated Carol 
still tied to the 'horse'. "Ah, yes. Of course. But it doesn't do any 
harm to sometimes keep them waiting, you know."

Dad picked up the 'Tri-lash' yet again, and wielded it with his usual 
confidence. Carol also got ten strokes, and was blubbing away after 
just a few.

But in no time at all, the three of us women were composed and fairly 
fresh again. We set about getting dinner ready, dad having said that 
there was no point now in trying to return the expensive wine, and the 
meal was duly served at seven o'clock sharp.

The food was delicious, although the wine was not all it was cracked up 
to be, but at least no one commented aloud about it.

The next day, Sunday, we were just about to leave when dad called Keith 
over. Dad gave him a long, thin box. I had a pretty good idea what it 
was. So did Keith, because he gratefully accepted it. It was another 
'Tri-lash'. Oh, well, I thought. 'In for a penny.......'

Carol and I went out for a walk the next morning, after all the 
breakfast things had been cleared away, and Keith was seen safely off 
to work. We went up to the nearby woods, and just strolled around, arm 
in arm. We tried identifying the various species of trees and plants. 
We weren't too successful, although I did manage to identify two types 
of birch tree. Then I had a wonderful idea. 'Why didn't we collect a 
load of the birch twigs and take them home so that they could be 
bundled up, and presented to Keith, so as to add variety to our 
punishments?' Carol hesitantly agreed, saying "That's fine, but I 
didn't really like getting the birch at school all that much." I 
assured her not to worry, that they were there only to add some spice 
to our whippings. If she liked, I would test the birches out on her to 
see if she still felt the same about them. She told me that she would 
love me to whip her, and that she was sure I wouldn't whip her too 
hard!

So we took our bundles of birch twigs home with us; there was enough 
for probably ten birch whips. We spent the rest of the morning trying 
to find a way of tying them into bunches, so that they wouldn't fall 
apart on the first application. We eventually found that wrapping wire 
around the handle, and then covering that with strips of cloth, was 
ideal. I tested the first one on Carol. It didn't fall apart, so we 
carried on our production line to those specifications. When the last 
one was made, Carol asked if she could test one on me! Well, fairs 
fair, I thought, and laid myself over the arm of the sofa. She picked 
up one of the new birches, and was just about to lay on the first 
stroke, when I suggested that she didn't give me too many, as I wanted 
Keith to be the first to use them properly. "Don't worry, Linda," Carol 
said. "That was my thought anyway." So she proceeded to give me four 
strokes, over my knickers. The sting was certainly there, but I figured 
it wouldn't be too bad even when Keith got around to using them.

Keith came home at six that night. I gave him his dinner on a tray so 
that he could watch the evening news on the TV. When that had finished, 
and Carol had cleared away the plates, I presented him with the bundles 
of rods we had made only that morning. His face was a picture. He said 
"If you're both sure about this, then I will put them to good use. Make 
no mistake about that!" He picked up one of the birches and swung it 
through the air. The high pitched swishing sound it made sent shudders 
down our spines. I pointed out that it was not necessary to use too 
much force when applying them to us, but that the spread of twigs will 
inflict the required pain. He nodded slowly, wondering when he might 
get a chance to put it to use. As usual, he didn't have to wait very 
long.

I poured Keith a glass of nice fruity, red wine. I took it to him as he 
sat on the sofa, but I tripped on the edge of the rug. The wine went 
all over the front of his crisp white shirt. He gasped as he realised 
what had happened. Then he looked at me in the way that told me that I 
was in for it! "Right. That does it! Now you'll find out how well 
you've made those birches! Prepare yourself!" Carol helped Keith off 
the sofa and pulled it away from the wall. I started to undress myself, 
when Carol asked Keith if she could undress me. "OK.," he said. "Get 
her clothes off and get ready to hold her down!" She undressed me item 
by item, and folded each garment as they came off, on a chair. Finally 
I was totally naked and Keith pushed me over the arm of the sofa. Carol 
sat at the other end and clasped my hands. My bottom was sticking right 
up in the air, waiting for Keith to begin. Begin he did, and soon I was 
dancing the dance of the whipped! It was awful, and I regretted having 
the idea of making the birches. I looked up at Carol who had a smirk on 
her face. 'Yes!' I thought. 'Just wait until you get a taste of it, 
then you won't be smirking!' Keith had given me about twenty lashes 
with the new rod, when the thing began to disintegrate! He was quite 
amused by this. He said he thought I was glad that I hadn't made them 
as well as I thought I had. So when he couldn't use that rod anymore, 
he cast it aside and hauled me up.

He told me to go and try and get the wine stain out of his shirt, and 
when that was done, I was to go straight to bed, without supper! He was 
treating me like a little girl again, which I suppose I was because of 
my carelessness. I put the shirt in a bucket of water with some 
biological detergent in it, and left the thing to soak. That was about 
all I could do for the time being.

That night, Carol had an idea. Thinking about the wine gave her the 
idea of a wine enema! Where she got that idea from I'll never know. But 
she thought it might be fun to give each other an enema of wine so that 
we could get 'high' without actually drinking any of the wine! She 
didn't say anything about it the next morning, but after we had cleared 
away the breakfast things, she went out to Keith's shed in the garden. 
There she found some lengths of tubing that Keith was going to use in 
the fish tank. Then she made up a cradle into which the bottle would 
hang, and put a tap into the cork. The tap was one of those used by 
home wine-making people. To this, she attached the length of tubing. 
She tested it before showing me the apparatus with water in a spare 
bottle. Then she was happy with the design and came back into the house 
and into the bathroom. She found the ideal place from which to hang the 
bottle, which was on the shower curtain rail. She fixed it in place, 
this time with wine in the bottle. Then she came down stairs, and told 
me all about it.

I was horrified! I told her that having an enema, even if it was wine, 
was not my idea of fun. But she persisted, and said that she was sure I 
would enjoy it and that she would even clean me up afterwards. Just 
think, she said. "Being able to get drunk without drinking anything, 
and giving your bowels a good clean out at the same time!" I thought 
about for a moment and reluctantly agreed. She said that she had some 
cheap wine, and would use that because we wouldn't be able to taste it 
anyway!

We went upstairs to the bathroom, and she showed me the device. I was 
quite impressed with what she had done. I hesitantly took my clothes 
off and laid down on the floor on my side with my knees up to my chin. 
That way, she could slip the tube in with no difficulty. She went to 
the medicine cabinet and took out a tube of K.Y. jelly. She smeared 
some on the tube, and then on my anus. The tube was slid up inside me, 
and about four feet of it disappeared there. Then she attached the 
tubing to the tap on the bottle, and said, "Ready when you are!" I 
nodded apprehensively, and she turned the tap. The wine didn't run out 
though. there must have been a blockage or something. So she removed 
the tubing from the tap, took a deep breath, and blew through the tube. 
That cleared the blockage, so she re-attached the tubing to the tap, 
and switched it on again. This time the wine ran freely. The feeling 
was just like the times mother had given us an enema at home. But no, 
it wasn't quite the same, because I could feel myself becoming light 
headed. It was working!

When the bottle was empty, Carol detached the tubing, blew through it 
once more, and withdrew it from me. Then the first signs appeared that 
I needed to sit on the toilet. But the wine had taken effect very fast, 
and I could not make my legs work to get me up off the floor. Carol 
helped me to my feet and plonked me down on the cold seat. A second 
later, my bowels were evacuating even faster than if soapy water had 
been used. It had been a success!

Here I was, semi-drunk and clearing my bowels more efficiently than 
ever before. When the last bits had cleared themselves from me, Carol 
eased me up and wiped my bottom for me. Then she pulled me onto the 
floor so that I was on all fours. She got her head down under me, and 
started to lick away at my bum and fanny. Her tongue was everywhere! 
Inside my fanny, my arse, everywhere. It was not long before I had a 
shuddering climax. When the waves of pleasure had receded, Carol asked 
me to give her an enema in the same way. She went to her room and 
returned a moment later with another bottle of cheap wine. She replaced 
the empty bottle in its cradle and then rinsed the tubing in the sink. 
She gave me the tubing, undressed herself, and laid down on the floor 
in the same way as I had. I lubricated the tubing and her arse, and 
slid it inside her.

Because I was half-drunk, the tubing wouldn't go where I knew it should 
go. I managed to get the end in her, and threaded the rest of it in as 
well. A few seconds later the end came back out of her arse through 
having coiled itself around inside her. I couldn't help laughing. But 
eventually I think I got the tubing in the right place. I too, blew 
through the tubing just to make sure, and burst out giggling while 
doing so. I managed to attach the tubing to the tap, and turned it on.

The wine ran down the tube and into her. She soon felt the effects of 
the wine on her, and she also started to giggle, the way she did when 
she drank wine normally! The bottle had emptied itself so I detached 
the tube from the tap, and like she had done, blew down it again to 
clear away any remaining wine. I pulled the tube out of her and dropped 
it in the sink. By this time, the wine had taken a stronger hold on me, 
and we had a right old time trying to get Carol up off the floor. This 
time we didn't make it, and poor Carol squirted her offerings all over 
the place. The smell was bad. The cheap wine and the shit combined 
together to make a stink the likes of which I had not smelled before. 
This put me right off the idea of putting my head between her legs as 
she had done for me. She was disappointed, but we somehow managed to 
clean the place up, and then we had a shower together. Then, because 
she was now clean and fresh smelling, I pulled her by the arm into my 
bedroom. I shoved her back on the bed and dived head first between her 
legs. I oralised her for ages. Now, she was happy.

We made an agreement that Keith shouldn't be told of 'our' game. We 
wanted to keep this little vice to ourselves. But when Keith came home 
that evening, he went to the bathroom for a wash and saw the tubing 
still in the sink. He picked it up and then realised that there was 
shit on it. So he dropped it again. He knew there was only one way that 
shit could get onto tubing like that, and that was through an enema! He 
came down and asked us straight out if we had had an enema. We told him 
truthfully that we had. Then he noticed that we were somewhat drunk. 
"Have you been drinking as well?" he asked. I said, looking as serious 
as I could, "Not one drop of alcohol has passed our lips, has it 
Carol!" She confirmed that we had not had anything to drink, but being 
unable to keep a straight face, she started giggling. "So you have been 
drinking" Keith said. I said "No. We honestly haven't been drinking." I 
also started giggling. Keith was getting angry. "If you haven't been 
drinking, explain why it is you appear drunk." I looked at Carol for 
permission to tell him and she said, half giggling, "OK., you might as 
well tell him. He's bound to find out sooner or later." So, as best we 
could, we told him about our wine enemas. He was quite amused by all of 
this. He had the idea that as we both appeared to have enjoyed the 
experience, we should have our enemas at the same time. He said that it 
would be easy enough to fix up. One large bottle of wine connected via 
a 'Y' junction to two lengths of tubing. But, he warned, no mess, or he 
would be obliged to 'rub our noses in it', he laughed. I told Keith 
that we had no intention of doing it very often, or the whole effect 
would be spoiled by over indulgence. He agreed, and said that from now 
on, Friday night would be 'enema night'!

We were so grateful that he liked the idea, that when he was sitting on 
the sofa, I sat next to him and unzipped his fly and pulled out his 
flaccid cock. It was soon rearing up though, and I bent my head over 
him and sucked on it. He lay back into the sofa and was enjoying it 
very much. Carol joined me, and at one point we were both mouthing his 
prick. Then, almost without warning, and I had just taken his cock from 
my mouth in order to caress his balls, that he jetted his come all over 
my face. Thick globules of it stuck to my face. Carol immediately 
started licking his sperm off my face. Then she put his softening cock 
in her mouth and licked off all the remaining  spunk. But she kept some 
in her mouth, turned to me, and kissed me full on the mouth. She pushed 
the spunk in her mouth into mine, and I savoured the sweet mixture of 
his semen and her saliva. Delicious!

We all went to bed early that night, Carol to her own room, and Keith 
and I to ours. We made love just once, and then Keith turned over and 
fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Wednesday, before Keith went off to work, I asked him 
if it would be all right if I could spank or whip Carol if I thought 
she needed it. He thought for a moment and said, "Yes. But only if she 
really deserves it, or wants you to do it!"

"Great!" I said. "And if I feel like it, would you object if she does 
the same to me?"

"Of course not. All's fair in love and war," he grinned, but added, 
"Just as long as you're fit enough for me to whip you when the occasion 
arises." I smiled sweetly at him and then he left for work.

Although I didn't contrive to go out of my way to get Carol over my 
knee or the sofa, she seemed to do just enough to test my patience with 
her. For instance, while drying the breakfast things, she put some of 
the plates away still wet. When I saw them still wet, having gone to 
the cupboard for some cups for coffee, I confronted her with the 
evidence. She admitted her fault, and I suggested that perhaps a 
spanking would remind her to do things properly in future. She flushed, 
and said that if ever she was caught slacking, then obviously a 
punishment was merited. She seemed excited by the thought of me 
whipping her. The only time before when I had whipped her was when we 
were testing the efficacy of our birches, but that was only a very mild 
session. I took her into the lounge and pulled out the whipping 'horse' 
father had made for us. I slowly undressed her fully, and tied her to 
the 'horse'. The only words she uttered in this time was that she hoped 
I 'would be careful'!

Well, I would be careful, but I also wanted her to feel the pain of the 
birch. The first since she had been to the boarding school. I picked up 
the rod and started to beat it down on her wide-spread bottom. I must 
have got carried away, what with this being only the second time I had 
actually used a whip myself, because Carol was soon screaming the roof 
off. I realised I had gone too far, and quickly unfastened Carol's 
bonds. She slumped off the 'horse' on to the floor. She was writhing in 
pain. I rolled her over onto her tummy, and did the first thing which 
came into my head. I put my face to her blazing bottom, and salved my 
tongue all over the weals. I apologised profusely to Carol for having 
whipped her harder than I had intended, and would she, as retribution, 
like to whip me?

Yes, she would. And she did. She soon regained some composure and 
stripped me naked. She tied me to the 'horse' and flogged me for five 
solid minutes! I was in agony. But I had deserved it. When I had 
regained some of my composure, I went into the kitchen and made some 
coffee for us both. When Keith came home, I told him what had happened 
and how I deserved the whipping from Carol, and would he forgive me for 
having caused the present condition of my bottom? He said, "Bend over 
and lift your skirt, so that I can see for myself." I did as I was 
told, and he pulled my knickers down. He spent a few minutes examining 
me, and running his hands over my still fairly tender bottom. Then he 
said, "Carol has done a good job, but I did warn you that if Carol 
whipped you so that you would be unfit for me, then you would still be 
punished. I have decided that, as your bottom is not fit to be whipped, 
your thighs and legs will be whipped instead!" Oh, no, I thought. That 
means I won't be able to wear a skirt tomorrow, and I'm not 
particularly fond of wearing jeans or trousers!

"Get undressed and lay face down on the sofa, with your legs half 
hanging over the arm." I did as ordered, and found it most 
uncomfortable because my legs were not supported. Keith then put a soft 
cushion under my legs where they rested on the arm of the sofa, and he 
told Carol to support the weight of my legs while he whipped me. 
Picking up a cane, he laid into the backs of my thighs with it. This 
hurt a great deal more than when he punished my bum, because I'm sure 
my bottom is made of much stronger stuff than my legs. Then he stopped 
and told me to lie flat on my back on the sofa. He told Carol to pull 
my legs back up towards my shoulders, and to spread them wide. This had 
the effect of my showing all I had to show between my legs. Oh, no! 
Surely he's not going to cane my pussy! I was a bit wide of the mark on 
that score. He picked up a birch and started whipping the insides of my 
thighs. This is where the flesh is very soft and supple. The pain was a 
great deal worse than when he whipped the backs of my legs! I didn't 
know how I would be able to walk properly after that punishment, but I 
did! I walked upstairs to my bed and laid on it face down, with my legs 
spread wide apart.

Keith came up shortly after, quickly undressed, and climbed on the bed 
behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up into a kneeling 
position. Then with no warning, he rammed his cock into my fanny. The 
way my battered thighs banged into his groin, and the way the insides 
of them were chafing on his thighs, brought me in no time at all to a 
huge orgasm. Where would this mans' inventiveness end?

It was after that whipping that he decreed that neither of us girls 
should whip each other, and that he would be the only one who would do 
that. But he did say, that if we wished, we could hand spank each 
other, but no more than that.

Friday dawned bright but breezy. For a lot of people, 'Friday Night is 
Music Night', but for us it was a case of 'Friday Night is Enema 
Night'! Keith went off to work as usual, and we two girls decided to 
get everything ready for tonight. We thought it was advisable to eat 
only a light meal at lunch time, and then nothing for the rest of the 
day. After all, we didn't relish too much mess to clear up! We also 
made sure that we used the toilet as much as possible for the same 
reason. But that didn't stop us 'fooling' around with each other! We 
spent an hour or so 'sixty-nining' together, and we enjoyed a lot of 
orgasms. That had the effect of both relaxing and tiring us out. So we 
decided to go to sleep in the afternoon for a few hours. Carol slept 
with me in my bed, snuggled up close for extra warmth.

Six o'clock arrived and Keith arrived home carrying two large bottles 
of reasonable wine. He went straight to the lounge and spread a large 
sheet of polythene on the carpet. Then he went into the hall way and 
took the hat stand back to the lounge with him. To the hat stand, he 
rigged up the two bottles of wine, already with taps stuck through the 
corks in place. He had been to a DIY wine makers shop and bought the 
necessary extra tubing and taps. He had also been to the local Oxfam 
shop and purchased a large, but cheap blanket which he placed over the 
polythene sheeting because that would be cold to the touch.

Then he came into the kitchen and ate his dinner which was ready for 
him. He took his time eating, probably in order to keep us waiting that 
little bit longer before our ordeal.

He finished his meal and we washed up the plates, cutlery and pans and 
dishes and put them all away. We were getting excited now, and when he 
said he was ready to begin, we rushed into the lounge. He undressed us 
both, again taking his time. When we were both naked, he ordered me to 
lie on the sofa so that he could insert the first tube. He had a few 
problems, the same as when I tried inserting the tube into Carol. But 
he finally succeeded, and told Carol to get in position on the sofa so 
he could get her ready. I felt a bit silly standing there with a tube 
sticking out of my bottom, but at the same time, felt incredibly randy!

Keith finished inserting Carol's tube, and we both stood together 
waiting. Then Keith told us to lie face down, side by side. Thank 
goodness he had thought of getting that cheap blanket to lie on. We 
kissed each other and held hands as he connected the tubes up to the 
bottle taps. Then he said, "I hope you're ready, because here it 
comes!" With that he turned the taps on. Carol's flowed freely, but 
mine didn't. I told him to blow hard through the tubing to un-block it. 
He did, reconnected the tube to the tap, and the wine flowed. When 
about half the bottle had emptied, he picked up one of the birches, and 
began to whip our bottoms, alternating from me and then Carol. He 
didn't whip us hard - just enough to get the blood circulating!

By this time though, I was getting very sloshed indeed, and so was 
Carol from the look of her. But we just kept laying there letting the 
wine flood us. Then the bottles were empty and Keith disconnected the 
tubing from the taps, blew hard through them to clear the remaining 
wine, and standing behind us, pulled both tubes very slowly out of us. 
I thought I would let go there and then, but managed to hold on. Keith 
had brought in a bucket and started to smirk when he said he only had 
the one! The bastard, I thought. We both need to use it, but only one 
of us could! I made a dive for the bucket, but he knocked it out of the 
way saying, "You won't get the full effect if you empty yourself 
straight away. Keep it in for five minutes, and then you can use the 
bucket."

I was very uncomfortable especially as I thought I could feel some of 
the liquid starting to run down my thighs. It wasn't the wine, but 
beads of perspiration. I just laid still on the blanket, 'thinking of 
England' to take my mind off the discomfort. Carol wasn't so lucky. She 
too was laying as still as possible, when she sat up saying that she 
couldn't hold out any longer. But Keith told her not to be silly, and 
that she had another two minutes to wait yet. She couldn't wait, and 
the contents of her bowels emptied on to the blanket. For two long 
minutes, she streamed her offering. She was sobbing with relief, and 
still it kept coming out. I was luckier. Keith said "Time up," and I 
scrambled on to the bucket. That bucket was nearly half filled by the 
time I had finished, then Keith told me to kneel down, and he wiped my 
bottom for me.

As for Carol, Keith cleaned her up as well, then hauled her over the 
arm of the sofa and birched her hard for two minutes. When he put the 
birch aside, she fell in a heap into her own shit on the blanket, and 
emptied her bowels of even more liquid. Then, probably thinking 'what 
the hell', she emptied her bladder as well. For some reason, the sight 
of her peeing had me turned on a lot more than the enema. When the last 
dribbles came out, I spread her legs and pushed my head to her pussy. I 
slurped up her juices, which tasted fantastic. I kept licking away for 
a few minutes until she was dry. The trouble was, I got myself covered 
in her shit, which was not enjoyable at all. Keith said there was no 
way he would allow us to traipse through the house to the bathroom in 
that state and that we would have to get the shit off first. I said 
"It's a pity we haven't got a portable shower unit in here, then there 
would be no problem!" Grinning, Keith said, "But there is!"

With that, he dropped his trousers and pants, took off his shoes and 
socks, and pointing his cock at us, sprayed us with his urine. He told 
us later that he had envisaged something like this happening, and that 
he had been drinking lots of water in the office. His pissing lasted a 
full minute, and by the time he had finished spraying us, not only were 
we reasonably clean, but incredibly turned on! We told him this, and he 
said that it would be more fun than having enemas, which were so messy. 
He then said that in future, there would be no more enemas given, 
except for 'medical reasons', and that on future Friday evenings we 
would have 'wet games' instead. We all readily agreed.

I wrapped up the soiled blanket and the polythene sheeting and put it 
in the bath to wash, so it would be ready for use again next Friday 
night. Just to round the evening off, Keith invited Carol to give me a 
spanking as a prelude to a whipping. She was only too happy to oblige. 
She sat on the sofa with me prostrated across her lap. I reached under 
her legs and inserted a finger in her pussy while she spanked me. We 
both orgasmed together. Then Keith, after massaging my reddened bum, 
pulled me over the arm of the sofa, and used the birch for two minutes 
on me, although not too hard. When that was over, we made sure 
everything was cleaned up, including ourselves.

Then we just sat quietly watching TV for a while. The programme we were 
watching came to an end, and Keith looked in the newspaper to see if 
there was anything else worth watching. There wasn't, but there was a 
concert just starting on Radio Three. It was a concert by the 
Concertgebouw Orchestra from Amsterdam, being conducted by Riccardo 
Chailley. "A great combination of a great orchestra and a great 
conductor," enthused Keith. The first piece was 'Don Juan' by Richard 
Strauss, followed by Beethoven's fourth piano concerto, with Murray 
Perahia as the soloist. Both pieces were brilliantly played, although I 
hadn't listened to much classical music before. Then came the interval 
and Keith decided to spank both of us, 'to pass the time'. Then came 
the second half, and it was Dvorak's ninth symphony, the 'Symphony from 
the New World'. Keith wasn't too pleased when the bit came along which 
is used in the 'Hovis' bread commercials, and I was imitating the 
characters in that advert.

The concert finished, and Keith, still displeased because I had 
interrupted his listening, once again hauled me over the arm of the 
sofa, and walloped me with a cane. Ten stingers I got. That would be 
the last time I interrupted his listening of a favourite symphony! But 
that concert had got me interested in classical music. I looked through 
Keith's collection of records and compact discs, and selected what I 
thought would make interesting listening. Keith chose a few which he 
thought I would enjoy, which included Tchaikovsky's fifth and sixth 
symphonies, Hummel's two piano concertos and Brahms' first symphony, 
along with a lot of solo piano music played by the soloist in that 
concert, Murray Perahia. I listened to the selection over the next few 
days, taking in the intricacies of the music. I had been won over. This 
music was so much superior to the rubbish currently plaguing the pop 
charts! I had always thought that there could be nothing better than 
'Genesis' or 'Queen', but now I knew better!

I started to scan the local newspapers in the hope of finding a concert 
that Keith could take me to. As it happened, there was a concert 
advertised for the Fairfield Hall in Croydon, which is not too far 
away. I pestered Keith into taking me, and he eventually agreed. He 
asked Carol if she was interested or not, but she said she preferred 
pop music to that 'ancient stuff'. Keith looked a bit miffed at that, 
and said, rather resignedly, "Each to their own, I suppose!"

The concert was in a fortnights time, so Keith 'phoned the booking 
office and reserved two seats. He said he would call in and pay for the 
tickets in a few days time. Well, he did call in to the booking office 
and bought the tickets. They were for the upper circle, near the 
centre.

I had got so interested in classical music, I had begun to neglect my 
household duties. Keith had asked me to wash his white dress shirt, and 
get his grey suit dry-cleaned for a business meeting the next evening, 
Thursday. Well, I took his suit to the cleaners, but was so eager to 
get back home and listen to more music, that I forgot all about the 
shirt!

Keith came in from work on Thursday evening to get changed for the 
meeting. He asked me to get his shirt out, and then I remembered that I 
had done nothing about it, and that the suit was still at the cleaners. 
He was furious. Fortunately, the shirt was clean enough to wear, but 
his other suit, a brown one, was rather unsuitable. Nevertheless, I 
quickly ran an iron over it, and it didn't look too bad, although it 
was the wrong colour in which to go to dinner with the Boss. Keith 
stormed, "If I don't get my promotion because of this, be warned. Your 
bottom will suffer like it's never suffered before!" He put the shirt 
and suit on and left, still glaring angrily at me. I prayed that he 
would get the promotion on merit, rather than the way he dressed. I was 
fidgeting all evening. Carol was getting cross with me, when she just 
suddenly sprang up off her chair, came over to me, and spanked me hard. 
I quietened down a bit after that, but was still agitated with worry. 
He hadn't told me the reason for the dinner, and now I was getting 
really worked up. I knew that a promotion would mean a great deal to 
him. Not only the extra money, which would be useful, but the prestige 
that went with the job.

He came in at eleven-thirty, and looked very angry. My heart sank. Now 
I knew I would be soundly whipped! Then his face changed into a broad 
grin, and said "I've got the promotion!" We rushed up to him and 
smothered him in kisses. Then he changed mood again, and said "I only 
just got the job. My Boss wasn't very pleased with the way I looked. 
But fortunately, he knew I was the one for the job, but I would have to 
smarten up my appearance. I told him that my suit hadn't come back from 
the cleaners. I lied to him about that, didn't I, Linda. And because of 
that, I still intend to punish you!"

"Prepare yourself! Carol, get the 'horse' and the whips out!" We both 
did as ordered. I stood still by the side of the 'horse' while Keith 
took my clothes off. Then he tied me securely to the 'horse', but put 
an extra cushion under my tummy so that my bottom was raised up even 
higher. He picked up the 'Tri-lash', and whipped me twenty times with 
it. When that was over, he didn't untie me, but continued by spanking 
me with his hand, very hard, and for a long time. Still he didn't let 
me up until Carol had spanked me as well, at his ordering. My bottom 
was a big red glow. I was stiff when he eventually did untie me. Then 
he ordered me to my room. He came up a few minutes later. Carol went to 
her room and Keith came into ours. I had just slipped into bed, when he 
pulled the duvet back and spanked me once again. I was sobbing away 
like a little girl, which is what I was. He got in bed beside me and 
grabbed a handful of bottom-flesh, which hurt like mad. He warned me to 
be a lot more careful in future, as it was not only his life style that 
could suffer, but mine and Carol's as well. I promised that I would 
try. He said good night, turned over, and went to sleep.

I couldn't get to sleep for ages. So I slipped out of bed as quietly as 
I could, and went to Carol's room. She was still awake, and I got in 
beside her. We kissed and cuddled for a while, and then she fell asleep 
in my arms. I suppose I dropped off soon after, because that's where 
Keith found us next morning. Keith apologised to me for my whipping 
last night. He said he had gone over the top, but that I had deserved 
it as he very nearly didn't get the promotion. I apologised to him 
again, and he said he would forget about all about it.

That day, being Friday, was 'Wet Games Night'. Carol and I drew up a 
plan of action. This included having very little to eat, but drinking 
lots of liquids in the few hours leading up to the time when the action 
started. We decided that it might be more fun if we were dressed to 
some extent, rather than be totally nude. I suggested to Carol what to 
wear and also what not to wear. This included wearing stockings and 
suspenders, court shoes, a cotton dress and cotton knickers, but no 
bra'. My reasoning being, that it would be fun to pee through our 
knickers. Then, we could lay down on the floor together, and Keith 
could piss over us, through our dresses. I also thought up the idea of 
acting out a little scene which would encourage all this to happen. I 
outlined my story to Carol, and she readily agreed with the scenario. 
Then we got the room ready for tonight. I went into the loft, and 
retrieved a chamber pot that had been given to me as a wedding present 
by one of my more 'loony' friends.

Meanwhile, Carol got the sheet of polythene out of the cupboard, and 
spread it in the middle of the lounge. I put the pot, now cleaned, 
behind the sofa and went to get Keith's dinner ready. That done, I went 
to get changed.

Carol had chosen a thin summer-weight, cream coloured dress, black 
stockings and suspender belt, white cotton knickers, and black court 
shoes. My dress was similar, but it was Air Force blue. I also chose 
black stockings, but mine were of the self-supporting variety. I felt 
great in my get-up. It was still early, and I felt my need for a pee. I 
mentioned this to Carol, who immediately took off all her clothes and 
asked me to piss in her mouth, 'so she could get the taste of it'! We 
went into the bathroom, she lay in the bath, and I climbed on top of 
her, after having removed my clothes as well, so as not to get them 
wet! I pissed about half a pint into her mouth, and she swallowed all 
of it. Then when my stream ended, she slurped up all the remaining 
drops from my fanny, smacked her lips, and said how lovely it tasted! 
Then she started to sing "A piss on the lips can be quite 
transcendental, yes urine is a girls best friend!". We both fell about 
giggling and then she suggested that we might do this together when 
Keith was not there. I agreed, but said we shouldn't do it too often, 
or eventually there would be no excitement to it. Then she said she was 
in need of a pee as well.

I got up out of the bath, and she lay back, spread her legs and the 
lips of her pussy wide, and sent a stream of piss flying to the other 
end of the bath. When her stream subsided, she put her hand to her 
fanny, and started frigging herself nineteen-to-the-dozen! What a 
picture she made. It was pleasurable just to watch. Then she too got 
out of the bath, gave me a deep French kiss, and cleaned herself up. I 
re-cleaned myself and got dressed again. We both went back to the 
kitchen and made a pot of black coffee. We got through two pots by the 
time Keith came in and had his dinner.

We all went through to the lounge, and I nodded to Carol. This was the 
signal that the fun was about to begin. I stood up, with my hands 
clasped over my pee-hole, announcing in a little girls squeaky voice 
that I was desperate for a wee-wee!. As rehearsed, Carol said loftily, 
"You can't. The toilets broken." Reaching down behind the sofa, she 
pulled out the chamber pot. She continued, "You'll have to use this!" 
Trying to look slightly embarrassed, I took the pot from her and placed 
it on the sheet of polythene. Then, facing Keith, I lifted the front of 
my dress, revealing my white knickers. Then I squatted over the pot, 
knickers still in place, and let fly with my offering. The piss sprayed 
through the thin material, soaking it. I didn't empty my bladder 
completely as I knew I would need more later. I could tell that Keith 
was getting really horny, and he soon got into the swing of our 
scenario.

Then Carol announced that she too needed a pee. Without getting up off 
the pot, I just lolled my neck back and she came and stood over my 
face. She pissed in my mouth, the urine going all over my face and into 
my hair. The sight of this really got Keith going. Without a moments 
delay, he was up out of his chair and undressing as fast as possible. 
He joined Carol by pissing over my face and her pussy at the same time! 
It was out of this world! Then, when they had both stopped pissing, 
Keith yanked my knickers to one side and plunged his beautiful prick 
into my fanny. While he was fucking me on the floor, Carol pissed some 
more onto my face. Keith started licking all the yellowish juice off of 
me, and in no time at all, he shot his load deep inside me. But that 
wasn't all. Because he wanted another piss, he stayed inside me, and 
let his urine flood me there. Another terrific feeling! Carol was being 
left out for the time being. But there was nothing we could do to help. 
We grabbed the jug of iced-water and drank that. Before too long, we 
were all in need of another pee.

This time, Carol laid down on the piss covered sheet, still wearing her 
dress and her other accoutrements. I squatted down on her face, and she 
started licking at my pussy and pee-hole! Then she stopped, and I 
started to piss again. Keith also got in on the act by kneeling between 
her spread legs, pulling up her bottom off the floor, and sticking his 
cock in her. He plunged in and out of her tight pussy, and was not long 
in shooting his load. Then, as he had done with me, he pissed in her 
fanny. I was still giving her my offering of piss, which she lapped up 
greedily. The sensation of her mouth and tongue on my fanny area, 
slurping up my piss brought me to another climax. She also orgasmed, 
when Keith pulled his cock out of her pussy. But it wasn't over yet. I 
had to lay down on the wet sheet, and Carol pissed all over my already 
soaked dress! Then it was all over, at least as far as the pissing was 
concerned. We didn't have a drop to spare between us!

But it wasn't long before Keith was hard again. He rolled me on to my 
back, and fucked me good and hard. It was rather comical really, the 
way we were sliding all over the piss-wet polythene sheeting, but it 
was great fun. Carol joined in as well, by pulling Keith out of me, and 
guiding his prick into her pussy. They were sliding around as well, and 
I decided to help. I grabbed hold of Carol's ankles and pulled both of 
them as though I were pulling a wheel-barrow! That added to their 
pleasure for a while, but, with Keith still pumping away above her, the 
strain on her leg muscles was beginning to tell. So I just spun them 
around and around. Soon enough, though, Keith pulled out of her, and 
delivered his spunk onto her face. At the sight of this, I dived on to 
her face and licked up every last drop! That was delicious as well!

Then we were all truly knackered, but we had to find the strength to 
clear up everything. Keith stripped us both of our remaining clothing, 
and rubbed our dresses in his face, savouring the smell, and the taste!

We managed to get everything cleared away, and the piss soaked clothing 
into the washing machine. I went upstairs to the bathroom and set the 
shower on very warm. I climbed in and let the refreshing spray revive 
me. I was soon joined by Keith and Carol in the shower - which is 
actually the bath with a plastic curtain around it. We helped dry each 
other, and then we all kissed good night.

Keith and I certainly slept the sleep of the dead that night! We didn't 
even notice when Carol climbed in bed between us. She had felt rather 
lonely, and needed the comforting feel of the two people she loved 
most. Us!

I stirred first in the morning, and as usual, I put my arm out in order 
to caress Keith's wonderful cock. I got a shock as first I felt silky 
pubic hair, but, NO COCK. I sat upright with a start, and looking down, 
I saw it was Carol. No wonder there was no cock to be felt. I laid back 
down, and played with Carol's clitty. Soon, she too began to stir from 
her slumbers. She was moaning softly under my caresses, and in return, 
slid her hand into my crutch and gently pushed her fingers slowly in 
and out of my vagina. By now, Keith had woken up. Carol removed her 
fingers from me and pushed them into Keith's mouth with which he sucked 
my juices up.

Carol turned on to her side, and moved her head down Keith's body. She 
took his stiffening cock into her own mouth, while I played with her 
clitty again from behind. It only took her a minute or two to have 
Keith shooting his load down her throat. Then she turned to me again, 
and kissed me open mouthed. I took the mixture of Keith's spunk and her 
saliva from her mouth, and orgasmed. I went back to sleep again then, 
because it was Saturday and none of us had anything planned for so 
early anyway. I was awoken about an hour later by the rocking motion of 
the bed. I half opened my eyes and saw Carol riding Keith's rock hard 
cock. He had hold of her tits, roughly squeezing each time she bobbed 
up and down on him. I saw her climax at least twice before Keith did.

We had a leisurely breakfast of cereals, toast and coffee. Then we went 
out for a walk to the woods. It was another glorious day. The warm sun 
shining, and the birds singing as though their lives depended on it. We 
walked along together, with Carol and I holding on to each of Keith's 
arms, chatting idly about 'this and that'. We found a fallen tree, and 
sat, still chatting, on it. Keith was looking around, and seeing no-one 
there, suddenly grabbed me, and bent me over his knees. He had my skirt 
up in a flash, and his hand came cracking down repeatedly on my bum 
just as quickly. I half-shouted at him "What the hell was that for?" He 
just smiled and said, "Because I felt like it. OK.!" Well, it hadn't 
hurt, but it had taken me by surprise.

I got up rubbing my bottom ruefully, when I saw a young lad gawping at 
me from about ten yards away behind a large tree. I hissed at Keith 
that we had been witnessed. He just said, "Probably gave him a treat, 
then!" I glowered at him, and casually sat back down on the fallen 
tree, trying to take no notice of the boy. But then I did notice that 
the boy had a young girl with him. His sister, probably. But what 
happened then was extraordinary. I watched in astonishment as the boy 
roughly pulled the girl over his lap where he was sitting, and spanked 
her! At this moment, I suggested rather urgently that we leave. I 
didn't want to be responsible if Keith decided he wanted to whip me 
with a branch or something, and the boy copied us. What would his 
parents say? What would they say when the girl went home and told them 
what had happened? That didn't bear thinking about, so we left them to 
it, his hand still going nineteen-to-the-dozen!

We went back the way we had come, and went home. It was lunch time by 
then anyway, and Carol served up a very tasty ham salad. During the 
meal, Keith suggested we have a holiday together. "Where would you both 
like to go?" he asked, "Within reason, of course!" The names of 
different countries and cities started to be volleyed back and forward 
around the table. "Denmark!" I said. "Sweden!" suggested Carol. Keith's 
idea was "The Norfolk Broads!" Now that sounded like a pretty good 
idea, actually. We could hire a big boat, and potter around at leisure, 
taking in the sights, and we could always find a quiet secluded spot, 
miles from anywhere, if we wanted some 'hanky-panky'. After all, we 
wouldn't want the Broads Police boat to come along if we made too much 
noise. "That wouldn't be too much of a problem," said Keith. "Why not?" 
Carol asked. "Because I could always gag you first," grinned Keith. 
"But then you wouldn't really know if your whipping was having any real 
effect, if you couldn't hear us!" I said. "Oh, I'd know all right", 
Keith replied. "The movements you both make when I'm whipping you tell 
me all I need to know." Carol just grinned at me. OK. It was settled. 
We would have a boat on the Norfolk Broads. I said we would have to get 
down to the travel agents quite soon, if we were to have any chance of 
getting a decent boat when we wanted it, which was to be six weeks away 
at the end of August. Keith said, "Right. Lets go to the travel agents 
right now, then!"

We piled into the car, and went into town. We found a travel agents in 
the high street, who was reputed to be very good. As luck would have 
it, there was a parking space almost in front of the shop. Keith parked 
the car, and we all trooped in. The staff were very helpful with our 
request, and managed to find us a fairly big boat which was designed 
for five or six people. Keith figured that this was ideal, because the 
boat wouldn't then be overcrowded with the three of us (and there would 
be room to swing a cat, Keith whispered to me). The woman helping us 
tried hard to pretend that she had not heard Keith's remark, but her 
eyes kept flicking from Keith to me and then to Carol and back again. 
Surely she hadn't heard right, so she decided to ignore it, and got on 
with tapping our details into her computer terminal.

Keith paid the deposit with his 'Flexible Friend', and the woman told 
him that the balance would have to be paid two weeks before the holiday 
started. We thanked the assistant for her help and left the shop, very 
happy. Six weeks until the holiday. Carol and I would need new clothes 
for that, but Keith protested "What's wrong with the stuff you've got 
already? No-one would know they weren't brand new, so what's the 
problem?"

"Men!" I hissed at him. "What would you know about what I need to buy, 
or not buy?"

"Watch it." he said. "You're coming close to getting me angry!" I shut 
up, knowing when to be quiet. I said to Keith, "But we will need some 
new things. My swimsuit hasn't been used for years and its very tatty."

"So's mine!" said Carol. Keith shrugged his shoulders, looked toward 
the sky and said, "God help me!" But we said no more, and got back in 
the car, and went back home.

Nothing of great note happened over the rest of the weekend, although 
Carol had taken to sleeping with us in our bed, rather than her own. 
Keith figured, that if this was the way we wanted things to be, we 
would have to have a bigger bed. I protested that we didn't need a 
bigger bed, and that if it was too cramped for the three of us, then 
Carol could always go back to her room. Besides, large beds had large 
price tags! He agreed, and said something to the effect that I was 
beginning to appreciate the cost of things in the Big Wide World! Carol 
chipped in with her two penn'orth and said, "Anyway. It's more cosy as 
it is." She was right!

Monday came and went. Tuesday would prove to be different all together. 
Keith had gone to work as usual, and Carol said she was going to visit 
a sick friend. Bored, I decided to go into town. I went on foot because 
Keith had the car, and the next bus wasn't due for another two hours! 
That's a disadvantage of living in the countryside. Anyway, I reached 
the town, and was walking down the High Street, when I came to the 
travel agents. I stopped to look in the window, and the same woman who 
had helped us with our holiday arrangements, looked up at me, and 
smiled. Then she remembered where she had seen me before and got up 
from her desk.

She came running out of the door, and said, "Excuse me. Aren't you the 
lady who was in here with your husband and sister on Saturday 
afternoon?" I said I was. Then she said, in a lowered voice, "Look. I 
know it's none of my business, but I couldn't help overhearing 
something your husband whispered to you, in here on Saturday. Tell me 
to mind my own business or something, but did I hear him say to you 
that there would be room to 'swing a cat' on the boat?" Again, I 
answered in the affirmative. "Does that mean, and believe me, I don't 
intend to pry, that he spanks you?" I didn't know where to put myself. 
But she quickly said, "Look. I'm sorry if that has upset you, but 
anything even remotely connected with spanking and such like, gets me 
turned on! Please tell me if he does that to you, please!" I coughed, 
took a deep breath, decided, 'what the hell!' and said "Yes. He does 
spank me", adding quickly, "But I like him doing it!". "That's great!" 
she said. "My husband likes doing it to me, and I like him doing it 
too! Look, would it be at all possible if I could come and see you and 
your husband, along with my husband?" I said I didn't know about that. 
My husband might not want to know, but I would ask him, all the same. 
She wrote her name and 'phone number on a business card, and handed it 
to me. "I'd like to see you soon!" With that, she turned and went back 
in the shop and sat at her desk, looking somewhat excited. She was 
excited! How did she think I felt? The proof that Carol and I were not 
the only ones who generally asked for, and got, physically punished, 
was a rather big relief, although I had never really considered that 
our set-up was particularly unusual.

I wandered around the streets window shopping. Then, without having 
seen anything that caught my eye (unusual, for me!), I walked home. 
Carol was still out, so I made myself a cup of coffee, sat in my 
favourite chair, and read the morning 'papers.

The rest of the day passed slowly. If only Carol or Keith were here 
with me!

They both came in at just after six. Carol had been walking back when 
Keith saw her, stopped and gave her a lift. I served dinner, but said 
nothing about Julie, the woman at the travel agents. When the dinner 
things had been cleared away, we were all in the lounge chatting to 
each other. Then I told them about Julie. Keith said it might be worth 
getting to know Julie and her husband. "I might even get some new ideas 
from them," said Keith. I could see that Carol was not very excited by 
the idea. I asked her "What's up. You don't seem very keen." She 
replied "Well. It's just that I'll be outnumbered. I mean, there'll be 
two men and three women. Now, if it were the other way round, that is 
two women and three men, there would be less of a problem." Keith said 
"No. That won't work either!" Carol pondered for a while, and finally 
agreed. "You never know," she said, "but it might not work out."

"No. It might not," said Keith, "but I think it's worth a try. Linda, 
go and give your friend a call now. I've got nothing planned for this 
evening, and they might like to come round tonight."

I rang the number she had written on the card. The 'phone was answered 
by a man with a mellow voice. I asked if I could speak to Julie Smith. 
"Just a moment, I'll get her for you." A few seconds later, Julie 
answered the 'phone. "Hello Julie. This is Linda Hastings. Do you 
remember me?"

"Of course. How could I possibly forget!" said Julie. I said "How would 
you like to come round and see us tonight with your husband, and we can 
talk about our mutual fascination."

"Great," she said. "Hang on a moment, and I'll ask Eric." I could hear 
her talking to her husband, and a while later she came back on. "Yes. 
We'd love to. What's your address?" I gave her the address and agreed 
to see them at about half past seven.

I had absolutely no idea how the evening would progress. They arrived 
at just before half-seven, and I showed them in to the lounge, and 
introduced everyone. Julie was a good looking woman of about twenty 
four years old, with shoulder length, black hair. Her husband was, I 
would guess, about thirty years of age, tall, with short, fair hair. 
Together, they looked quite an attractive couple. They sat on the sofa, 
and Keith poured them drinks. We all sat there idly chatting about 
anything that came to mind, except for the purpose of their visit. 
After a few more drinks, the ice was broken when Keith said to Julie, 
"So. You like getting yourself spanked, then?" Julie blushed 
beautifully, but calmly replied, "Yes. I do. Very much!" Then Keith 
said to Eric, "How do you discipline your wife, Eric?". "In virtually 
every way possible," said Eric. "But my favourite, and Julie's too, is 
the cane!" Keith was now warming to the subject in hand. Keith then 
said to Eric, "Here. Come and look at this little lot."

With that, he took Eric to the sideboard, and showed him our collection 
of canes, crops, the 'Tri-lash' and the birches. Eric's eyes opened 
wide in delight at the view. "My God." he said. I thought we had quite 
a collection, but it's nothing compared to this lot! Here, Julie. Come 
and look at these!" Julie got up and joined her husband at the 
sideboard. She took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the whips. 
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That is some collection. I've never seen some of 
these things before. But I knew, more or less, what a birch looked 
like. But this," she picked up the 'Tri-lash', "is something I'd never 
even imagined. Who made it?"

"Our father," I said, indicating my sister and I. "Your father! Wow! I 
bet he was a right old disciplinarian."

"Hey! Not so much of the old, if you please," I said. "He's only in his 
forties, you know."

"Sorry," said Julie. "I didn't mean it that way."

"Oh, that's all right," I said. "No offence taken." Carol, getting into 
the mood, chipped in, "But I take exception to that remark. Perhaps a 
spanking would help ensure you think about what you say before you 
speak it!" There was a silence all around. Then Eric said, "You're 
right of course. Julie should be more careful in what she says. I've 
often had to correct her for that! Mind if I use one of your canes, 
Keith!" But Keith, bless him, said "While she's under my roof, I will 
be the one to do any disciplining, just as it's the same for Linda and 
Carol."

"Very well," said Eric. "It's your place, and you're the Boss."

Keith then asked Eric, "How do you normally cane your wife?"

"Well, I undress her completely, bend her over the settee arm or a bed, 
or a chair, and pressing down on the small of her back, whip her with 
my free hand." Keith asked, "Don't you ever have any problems with 
Julie moving about too much?"

"Yes I do, as it happens." replied Eric, "But I haven't figured out a 
way of overcoming that yet." Keith's face lit up in a broad grin. "I 
think we have the perfect answer to that problem."

With that, he pulled out the 'horse' from behind the sofa, and put it 
in the middle of the room. Eric and Julie's eyes bulged. They had never 
seen such an item before. "But, that's perfect!" said Eric. "I would 
like to see this in use, and here's the perfect victim!", he said, 
indicating his lovely wife. "Excuse me a moment," he said, "while I 
prepare her!" He started undressing his wife carefully. She was just 
slightly embarrassed, so I said gently to her "Just relax on it, and 
you'll be OK.!" She smiled sweetly at me. Eric had stripped her almost 
naked, and was just about to remove her stockings, when Carol said "No. 
Not those. Leave them on, please!" Eric nodded in the affirmative, and 
Keith gently took her arm, and led her to the 'horse'.

He explained how to lay on the 'horse', and Julie willingly complied. 
Then Keith fastened her in position, and asked Eric's opinion. 
"Perfect!" he replied. "That's the sort of thing we need at home!" Then 
Eric asked Julie how she felt. "It's quite comfortable, actually. 
Though I doubt I'll be all that comfortable afterwards!" she smiled. 
Keith picked up a medium weight cane, and looked at Eric, who nodded 
his head in approval. Keith raised the cane to about shoulder height, 
and brought it whipping down on her soft white bottom. She obviously 
hadn't been whipped for over a week. She gasped out loud as the cane 
bit deep into her buttocks. Then Keith delivered the second stroke, 
just above the previous one, but very close to it. Keith was an expert 
when it came to punishing naughty bottoms. The third stroke landed 
close to the second one, and Julie started to cry. By the time Keith 
had given her eight strokes, she was blubbing away like a little girl, 
who was being caned for the first time ever! The final two strokes were 
delivered so that they caught her where her thighs meet her buttocks. 
At these, she screamed. Her caning was over, and Eric looked suitably 
impressed. Eric added that "I normally give her between ten and twenty 
strokes, depending on how I feel at the time." Keith then handed him 
the cane, and invited him to finish the job. Eric gratefully accepted 
the offering, and caned Julie a lot harder than Keith had done. He gave 
her a further eight hard strokes.

Only a few minutes after her whipping, and she had been released from 
the 'horse', she had regained her composure, and was sitting, 
uncomfortably, on the sofa with her husband.

Julie was saying to us how being tied to our 'horse' was a little bit 
less painful than when Eric caned her without being tied down. I asked 
her why that was, and she replied "Well, being able to move around a 
bit, it puts Eric off slightly, and he sometimes catches me on a very 
tender spot. That's why."

After that, we spent the evening demonstrating the various canes and 
whips for our guests. Carol and I both eagerly volunteered our bottoms 
for that, and although Keith hadn't whipped us hard, I still became 
very turned on. It was the thought of being whipped in front of 
comparative strangers. Keith excused himself for a few minutes, as he 
needed to go to the loo. I also excused myself, so that I could make 
some coffee. Keith came into the kitchen, and asked me what I thought 
of our guests. I told him that I quite fancied Julie, and Eric too, and 
that being whipped in front of them had been a turn on. Keith said, "I 
thought you weren't your usual self this evening, now I know why. What 
would you say if I whipped both you and Carol properly, in front of 
them, and then fucked you both? "Wonderful idea, darling", I purred. 
"But how will you ensure that Eric and Julie will join in with us?"

"Because they have both got that horny look on their faces which 
suggests that they want more than just whipping fun!" I smiled, and 
said, "I'll leave that up to you then. But I'm sure Carol won't mind. I 
know I don't!"

We went back in to the lounge, and I served the coffee. While we were 
sipping at the steaming hot liquid, Keith said to our guests, "How 
would you like to see a proper whipping?" Julie looked at her husband 
in delight. "I'd love to!" they both said together. "Very well," said 
Keith. "You will."

The coffee was finished off in double quick time. Carol was the first 
to be whipped. She was fastened to the 'horse' and given twelve with 
the 'Tri-lash'. Then Keith looked at Eric, and said, "Would you like to 
try this out on Julie?" He would, and the protesting Julie was again 
tied down. Before Eric started, Keith showed him how to hold the 
implement, so that the full effect would be felt. Eric was ready, and 
tentatively started whipping his wife. Then, gradually, he became more 
confident in its use, and soon had Julie wailing. In the meantime, 
Keith had gone over to Carol, and started to fuck her from behind. Her 
moaning noises attracted Eric's attention, and forgetting about the 
whip in his hand, shed his clothes, and started to fuck his wife. I 
felt left out, so I went and untied Julie's bonds, stuck my head 
between her legs, and licked at her clitty and at the same time, at 
Eric's cock. I don't think she'd ever had someone do that to her 
before, because she was wriggling about in ecstasy in no time at all! 
Then, all of a sudden, Eric pulled his cock out of his wife's pussy, 
and ejaculated on my face. Julie knew what to do, although I'm sure she 
hadn't done it before, and that was to lick his cum from my face. When 
she had soaked up every last drop, I pulled her head to mine, and 
kissed her full on the mouth.

We girls regained our composure quite quickly, and we were sitting on 
the various chairs and sofa in the room. I sat on the sofa between Eric 
and Julie, whilst Carol sat on Keith's lap. It had gone quiet in the 
room. I suppose we were all waiting for someone to make a move. So I 
leaned over Eric, and started sucking on his rapidly stiffening cock. 
At the same time, Julie was performing cunnilingus on me from behind, 
and glancing over to Keith, I saw that Carol was riding his pole. I 
then realised that I had not been whipped by anyone yet. Not properly, 
anyway. I pulled away from Eric, and lay my self on the 'horse'. Julie 
came over and tied me down, and Keith stopped fucking my sister. He 
came over, birch in hand, and started whipping me quite hard. I suppose 
he must have given me about twenty strokes with it, when I sensed that 
Julie was once again licking away at my pussy.

Someone untied my bonds. I got up off the 'horse' to see Carol lying on 
her back on the floor, with Keith once again up her fanny, and Eric in 
her mouth. I looked at Julie, and she laid down on the floor next to 
Carol and the two men. I clambered on top of her, and we sixty-nined. 
When the two men had both shot their loads, and Julie and I had 
climaxed at least twice each, I got up and, still naked, went and made 
some more coffee. When I got back, Both men were sitting on the sofa: 
Keith had Julie sitting on his cock, and Eric had Carol. They stayed 
like that to drink their coffee, and when they had finished drinking, 
they got back to screwing one another.

Half an hour later, we had all recovered our composure and some of our 
strength. Keith wanted to fuck me, so I got him to lie with his back on 
the floor, while I rode his cock. He asked Eric if he would whip me - 
not too hard - while we were screwing. Eric needed no second 
invitation. He picked up a cane and started lashing my bottom. Keith 
warned him not to hit too hard, or I would not be able to last out. He 
eased off with the force of his strokes. Meanwhile, Carol and Julie 
were indulging in some mutual masturbation on the sofa. I soon 
climaxed, followed rapidly by Keith shooting his load into me. Eric had 
stopped using the cane on me when he sensed that I was about to come. 
Then it was Carol's turn to be whipped again. She wanted to be birched 
while she sixty-nined with me. Keith agreed, and she was whipped while 
I was underneath her. At the same time, Eric had picked up another 
birch, and was busily whipping away at Julie's bottom at the same time 
as he fucked her.

After that, we were all too tired to do anything else. Eric and Julie 
got dressed, and we all said that we must do this again soon. Keith 
suggested that we might like to get together, say, once a fortnight. 
Eric then said, "That'd be great. How about coming round to our place 
next time, and then we could perhaps alternate venues. It was agreed. 
We arranged the next date to be in two weeks time, on Monday evening, 
at seven p.m..

Then they left. We three went back into the lounge and discussed the 
evenings events. It was agreed amongst us that tonight had been a 
success. I wondered out loud "I wonder if they would like to come on 
holiday with us?" Keith answered that that might be an idea. "A good 
idea!. Linda, tomorrow, why don't you go and visit Julie at work, to 
sound her out."

"OK.," I said, "I will."

The three of us trooped up to bed then, with Carol joining us once more 
in bed. In the morning, I was first to wake up, and as usual I set 
about waking the other two in a sensual way. With my right hand, I 
softly stroked Keith's flaccid cock, while with my left hand, I was 
gently caressing Carol's clitoris.

Breakfast was eaten, and the dishes washed up and put away. Keith went 
off to work, and Carol went to see her sick friend again. This time 
though, I managed to get the local bus into town. It wasn't eleven 
o'clock yet - when Julie had her coffee break - so I wandered around 
the shopping precinct, window gazing again.

I arrived at the travel agents at eleven o'clock sharp. I saw Julie get 
up from her desk and move towards the rear of the shop. I rapped on the 
window. She turned and saw me, and came straight out to see me. "You've 
got a habit of stopping me from having my coffee break, haven't you!" 
she grinned. "Sorry about that, Julie. It's just that I now know that 
this is a good time to catch you. Look. After last night, Keith and 
Carol and I were wondering if you and Eric might like to come with us 
on our holiday to the Broads. We all think that we could have a very 
cosy friendship going for us. So, if you would like to see if Eric 
agrees, and you can both get the week off, we'd love you to share our 
holiday." Julie thought for a moment, then said, "No guarantees, but I 
think we would love to come with you. I'll see if my week off can be 
taken then, and then I'll see about Eric. If we do come with you, you 
realise that we'd need a bigger boat!"

"To swing that cat in," I said, and we both laughed. I left it at that 
with her, and asked Julie to let us know one way or the other. She said 
she certainly would, and we said cheerio.

I got back home just after midday. Carol hadn't returned from her 
visit, and I felt peculiarly randy. I went into the lounge, pulled up 
my skirt, tugged down my knickers, and plonked myself in an easy chair. 
With my legs hanging over each arm of the chair, my fingers began 
teasing my pussy lips. They soon opened up, and I put first one finger, 
and then two, inside my quim. I started sliding my fingers in and out, 
very slowly to begin with, but soon building up to a furious pace. My 
fingers were still flashing in and out of my mossy bank when Carol came 
in. I hadn't heard her come in the house, but when I saw her framed in 
the door of the lounge, I smiled at her, and eased the pressure of my 
fingers on myself. She saw me do that, and without hesitation, she 
knelt down in front of me and removed my hand from my fanny. She 
replaced it with her sensuous mouth and tongue.

In double quick time, we were both undressed and 'sixty-nining' on the 
floor. I orgasmed quickly because of the attention I had been paying to 
myself before Carol had come in. But she too, orgasmed soon after. We 
stayed locked together for ages, sometimes I would be on top, and some 
of the time she would be. The only real problem with this type of 
lovemaking, is that your tongue becomes really tender and sore. When we 
finally got up, we both went to the kitchen and got some nice cold 
fruit juice from the drinks chiller in the 'fridge. That certainly 
helped our tongues, but it didn't cure the problem completely.

I knew that honey was one of nature's great healers, and so I put a 
large spoonful in my mouth, and just let it stay there until I could no 
longer hold it, and had to swallow. My tongue felt one hundred percent 
better after that, and so Carol did the same. While she had the honey 
in her mouth, my mind went into overdrive. I smeared my fanny with the 
honey and invited Carol to see if that would help. I sat on a kitchen 
stool, my legs spread wide, while Carol busied herself again with her 
mouth and tongue. When she had licked all the honey from my 'honey-
pot', and brought me two orgasms in the progress, she confirmed that 
her tongue was no longer sore. Unfortunately, we only had a small 
amount of the nectar left. I got dressed straight away, and left to 
walk into town in order to buy some more. I went to a health shop I 
knew, and bought five, one pound jars of different honeys.

I got back home with my purchases, which I showed to Carol. She chose 
an 'Orange Blossom' honey, opened the jar, and tipped half the contents 
over her breasts. She quickly went into the lounge, by which time the 
honey had run down to her crutch, and laid down on the floor. She 
looked very inviting. I quickly divested myself of my clothing, and 
started to slurp up the honey, first from her lovely tits, and then 
working my way down, I reached her honey soaked crotch. The slight tang 
of oranges in the honey had made her pussy extra sensitive, and by the 
time I had removed it all, she had climaxed three or four times! Then 
it was my turn, and I poured the remainder of that jar over my breasts, 
tummy and pussy. Carol took over half an hour to clear up the honey 
from me, and in the process, I had at least four orgasms!

When we were both sated, we decided that we couldn't do that with the 
honey too often, because honey is not cheap to buy (and it gets quite 
heavy to carry!). But, we had discovered the way to keep our mouths and 
tongues in good working condition! Then Carol said, "Why don't we just 
use the honey when we need to rejuvenate ourselves?" I agreed.

I went upstairs to have a bath because there were still some sticky 
patches on me. Carol said she wanted to join me, so we shared the bath. 
She jumped in first, and chose the end furthest from the taps. Because 
of that, I pulled the non-slip shower mat off the bottom of the bath, 
and stuck it over the taps. At least I could lean back without being 
too uncomfortable. Without warning, Carol hoisted her hips from the 
water, pulled her pussy lips apart, and sent a stream of piss flying 
over me. The randy cow had got me going. When her stream subsided, I 
copied her actions and sent a torrent of pee flying over her. When that 
had finished, I took hold of the bar of soap, and lathered it over my 
body. Then I started working it down to my crutch, and because of the 
lust in me, I eased it into my waiting pussy. I hoisted my hips clear 
of the water again, and with one contraction of my vaginal muscles, it 
shot out, hitting Carol in the midriff. She was highly amused by that, 
and proceeded to do the same thing. This went on until the water was 
turning decidedly cool. We got out of the bath and helped dry each 
other.

By now, it was time to get dinner ready. Carol helped me prepare the 
meal, which was lamb chops, vegetables and boiled potatoes, followed by 
fresh fruit salad and cream. Keith came home at six and dinner was 
served. Afterwards, I sat in the lounge reading up in an encyclopaedia 
all about honey. It said that honey was very unlikely to make one sick. 
It was possible to eat a pound of honey without being nauseous, but if 
you tried eating a pound of syrup, then one would almost certainly be 
ill. Honey was indeed one of natures wonders. Keith came in and asked 
me what I was reading. So I told him what had happened that day. He 
said that it was a great idea, and that he too would enjoy eating honey 
from my body. None of us had sex that night, Keith was still shagged 
out after last nights events, and Carol and I were tired from our 
lovemaking during the day. Keith and I went to bed at just before ten, 
while Carol stayed in the lounge watching TV. She didn't join us that 
night in bed, which didn't really bother either of us, because we had a 
good nights sleep.

At about ten-thirty the next morning, Carol and I were making love to 
each other with a long cucumber, when the 'phone rang. I reluctantly 
got up to answer it. It was Julie, calling from her office. She told me 
that Eric was only too willing to join us on the holiday, and that if 
we hadn't changed our minds, she would change the boat booking for a 
larger one. I said that was great, but that we'd all have to share the 
costs equally. She agreed, and told me to leave all the arrangements to 
her. She would ring us that evening with some details. We said good-
bye, and I went back to Carol. She was sitting in an easy chair, legs 
either side on the arms, with the cucumber sliding in and out of her 
quim. She was totally lost in herself, so I sat on the sofa, gently 
caressing my clitty. When I saw her climax and relax back into the 
chair, I came over to her and pulled the vegetable out from her. I 
licked her juices from it, and promptly stuffed it in my fanny. I fell 
back on the sofa, pumping the thing in and out. Then Carol had 
recovered, she came over to me, straddling her legs around mine, and 
inserted the other end of the cucumber into her pussy. We soon built up 
a steady rhythm, with her rising up as I pulled back. We were fucking 
each other at the same time, and consequently, we both climaxed 
together!

That evening, Julie 'phoned with the confirmation that she and Eric 
would definitely love to come with us, and that a much larger boat had 
been booked. She gave me a few other details, and we rang off.

The rest of the week passed quietly. We had all made love to each 
other, and Keith had given us both a whipping with a cane just for the 
hell of it. Then it was Friday, 'Wet Games' night. That followed much 
the same pattern as the previous week. Then it was Saturday - the day 
of the concert in Croydon. I made sure that Keith's suit and the rest 
of his clothes were ready for him to wear, and I got dressed up in my 
favourite evening dress and sexy underwear. I felt a million dollars!

The concert was great! Not only was one of the world's best pianists - 
Vladimir Ashkenazy - there, but one of Britain's best orchestra's, The 
Royal Philharmonic. Ashkenazy was their conductor for the evening, as 
well as being the soloist in one of Mozart's piano concertos. The 
second half of the concert was almost an epic, in terms of the length 
of the piece, and also the power I could feel in the music. That was 
Shostakovich's fifth symphony. It had been a wonderful experience, my 
first ever classical concert.

The music making left me feeling 'high', and when we got home, we went 
straight to our bedroom and made love, slowly and passionately. Keith 
was sliding his pole in and out of me with long, powerful strokes. In 
the ten minutes we were making love, I must have cum two or three 
times. Keith held back for as long as he could, and when he did climax, 
he was shuddering like a leaf in a breeze. We both fell asleep shortly 
afterwards, and had another great nights, deep sleep.

We were woken in the morning at about nine-thirty, by Carol bringing us 
in breakfast on a tray. She brought her breakfast in as well, and sat 
on the bed to eat it. We all enjoyed the casual way we ate. The only 
trouble with eating in bed is that all the crumbs from the toast 
dropped in the bed!

When we finished breakfast, Carol took all the things away to get 
washed up. Keith didn't want to get out of bed, and nor did I, for that 
matter. We made love again, the way we had last night, slowly and 
passionately. Carol came back a while later and climbed into bed with 
us. When Keith shot his load into me, I pulled away and Carol licked my 
pussy clean. I didn't return the favour then, as I just wanted to stay 
in bed, enjoying the warmth of my two lovers. I dozed off, and when I 
woke up, I was a bit shocked to see that the time was just gone twelve 
o'clock. Keith and Carol were still dozing, and shaking Carol awake, I 
said we hadn't even started getting Sunday dinner ready!

Keith woke up and said not to worry, why don't we all go down to the 
village pub and eat there? I said, "But we won't get in! You know how 
popular that place is on Sundays." Keith nodded, and said he wasn't 
particularly hungry anyway. Come to that, I wasn't feeling all that 
hungry either. But Carol said she was starving. She got up and went 
into the kitchen and fixed herself a bowl of soup and some slices of 
hot toast. Meanwhile, I said to Keith, "Why don't you 'phone the pub 
and book a table for this evening? He said he would, just as soon as he 
could be bothered to get up. He eventually got up at one-thirty, 
followed by me shortly afterwards. He called the pub, and they had a 
table that would be ready for seven o'clock. The rest of the afternoon 
was spent reading the Sunday 'papers and watching some of the sport on 
TV. We got ourselves ready, and went to the pub for dinner. The meal 
was very good, as was the bottle of wine we shared. I couldn't help 
getting the giggles when Keith had poured out the wine and said 
"Cheers, you two. Bottoms up!" He got the joke straight away, and 
couldn't help laughing himself. We took nearly two hours eating the 
meal. When we eventually left, after Carol and I had had a few more 
drinks in the bar, and Keith was sipping a Cola, we went home, and 
again went straight to bed. Carol shared with us again that night, and 
we all made more love to each other before falling asleep.

The following week seemed to flash by, and the weekend was over before 
we realised it!. However, Monday came along, when we were due to visit 
Eric and Julie at their place. We got there at just before seven and 
were shown in by Julie, who was wearing a red skirt, white blouse, tan 
stockings, and black court shoes. Her hair was sophisticatedly 'up' and 
she looked the picture of health. We were shown through to their 
sitting room, where Eric was standing by a tray of drinks. He offered 
us a drink, which we accepted, and we sat and chatted for a while, 
mainly about the forthcoming holiday, and what we had been up to since 
we last saw them.

Eric then invited us up to see his collection of canes and other 
instruments of punishment. They were in a large, spare bedroom at the 
back of the house. The house itself was detached, but still quite near 
to their neighbours. This was the reason, he explained, for the triple-
glazed windows, and sound-proofed walls. In that room, on the wall, was 
a largish cupboard. In the room itself, was a chesterfield couch, and a 
couple of easy chairs. He opened the doors of the cupboard, and showed 
us his collection. Inside were a dozen canes of varying thicknesses and 
lengths, along with an assortment of leather straps. I asked if I could 
look at one of them, and he took a strap down from its hook. It was 
about two and a half inches wide, a quarter of an inch thick, and the 
business end was split into three 'tongues'. He told me that it was a 
genuine Scottish tawse. I had heard about the tawse from some of the 
girls at the boarding school, I told him.

"Boarding School?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "I, and Carol a while 
later, were sent to this Boarding school in Hertfordshire. Why do you 
ask?"

"Oh, curiosity really, I suppose. You hear quite a bit about girls 
schools, and wondered if they might be true," he said. "What sort of 
things do you mean?" I asked. "You know," he said, a bit embarrassed. 
"The girlish 'hanky-panky', and the butch schoolmistresses. That sort 
of thing." I said, "Why don't we sit down so we'll be more comfortable, 
and I'll tell you all about it, if you're interested!" He was, and we 
all sat down. I told them the story from just before the time I 
actually went to the school, to the time just before we had met.

Eric was very intrigued by my story, especially by the punishments 
dished out. When I had finished, Julie said she found the story a bit 
hard to swallow. I was miffed, to say the least. I told her rather 
angrily that it was all true, and that Carol would confirm it. Carol 
did confirm the story about the school, and Julie swore she was sorry 
and hadn't meant to doubt my word.

Eric took that as his cue, and told Julie in no uncertain terms, that 
she must not offend any guests in this house, or anywhere else for that 
matter. "As punishment," he said, "I intend to chastise you severely!" 
Julie's face dropped. She stammered, "B-but, I apologised to Linda."

"That, as you well know, is insufficient. I will personally whip you 
first with a tawse, followed by a caning! Then you will ask our guests 
for forgiveness, and, if they haven't, then I'll ask Keith to cane you 
as well!" He looked at Keith, and winked. Keith got the message loud 
and clear. We were not to forgive Julie straight away, but to let her 
suffer.

As promised, Julie was soundly tawsed by Eric, while she was held in 
place over Keith's lap. He tanned her bottom really quite hard, and her 
buttocks were soon one big red fireball. Then he picked up the cane, 
and used that to good effect on her. He gave her twenty fairly hard 
cuts, and then said to Julie, "Now you must ask for forgiveness." 
Through her crying, I heard her say "Please. Please forgive me!" But 
Keith said that he didn't think she had been punished enough yet. Eric 
said, "In which case, I will ask you to punish her as well. Is there 
anything you would particularly like to use on my recalcitrant wife!"

"Yes," said Keith. "I rather fancy trying that tawse. It should be even 
more effective after that little lot!"

"Agreed," said Eric, who handed him the tawse.

Eric took Keith's place, and Julie resumed her position. Keith tried 
swinging the tawse through the air a few times to get the feel of it, 
and when he was satisfied, started laying into Julie's delicious, red 
bottom. The poor woman was screeching away in no time. The tawse was 
going over her previously whipped bottom, covering everything. No 
wonder she was in such a state. When Keith decided she'd had enough, he 
put the tawse back in its place in the wall cupboard, and returned to 
examine his handiwork. Eric then said to Julie, "Ask our guests again 
for forgiveness." Through her pain wracked sobbing, we all heard her 
plead for forgiveness. Naturally, we gave it, and Julie was helped up, 
and then laid flat on the floor, on her tummy. As before, I dived down 
to her and started licking away at her blazing buttocks. Carol joined 
me, but while we were doing that, the two men had picked up a tawse 
each, pulled our skirts up, and knickers down, and walloped us for ages 
with those heavy straps. We three girls were soon creaming ourselves, 
and then we stopped ministering to Julie's lovely bottom. We got up, 
looked at each other, and undressed down to our undies. Carol turned on 
Keith, unzipping his fly, and gave him a blow-job. I did the same to 
Eric.

Meanwhile, Julie had got up off the floor rather stiffly, and joined me 
in sucking on Eric's prick. It's amazing how quickly we girls can 
recover from even a quite severe whipping. In no time at all, Julie was 
virtually back to her original condition, apart from her still reddened 
bottom. Carol came up with the idea, "Why don't we all form a sex 
circle?" Keith said, "What do you mean by a sex circle, Carol?" Carol 
explained how to do it. First of all, Eric laid on the floor on his 
side. I was then instructed to lay with my head in his crutch. Then 
Keith got down with his head at my pussy, while Julie and Carol 
completed the chain. Then Carol said, "Right. Let's lick and suck!". I 
sucked on Eric's cock while Keith was slurping away at my pussy. He in 
turn was having his cock sucked by Julie who was having her fanny 
licked by Carol, whose pussy was being licked by Eric! What fun this 
was. I could just imagine doing this on the boat!

When the men had ejaculated their rich, creamy cum into our mouths, and 
we girls had also climaxed at least once each, we got up from the floor 
and flopped into the chairs. Julie came and sat on my lap. My thighs 
were heating up from the warmth still in her buttocks. She wriggled 
herself towards my knees, prised my legs apart, and inserted a finger 
in my pussy. She scooped up some of my juices, and put that finger in 
my mouth. I sucked on her digit for a while, as though it were a 
miniature penis. We played about like this for a few minutes, with me 
doing the same to her. Meanwhile, Carol wasn't being left out. She had 
taken Keith's cock in her mouth and Eric's in her pussy. She 
experienced one climax after another. Then finally, the men climaxed 
again, and she licked the dribbles of spunk from their cocks. The 
evening ended, as it had started, in the sitting room with drinks all 
round. The men shook hands, and we girls kissed each other good-night, 
saying that we looked forward to a fortnights time, when we would see 
Eric and Julie at our place. We promised them a night not to forget.

The next couple of weeks dragged by. Keith had found reason to punish 
both Carol and I for a number of 'crimes' which resulted in about one 
hundred lashes of our various canes and whips. Fortunately, we are both 
strong enough to take it. Sure, it hurt. But the pain swiftly went 
away, and our bottoms recovered almost as quick. We had had two 'wet 
games' nights, which were pretty much the same as before, with just a 
few variations thrown in for good measure. We had also been host to 
Julie and Eric again, but that also didn't change much in pattern from 
the previous two occasions, despite our promise to them. Keith had paid 
Julie the balance of the holiday booking, and had got some tourist maps 
of the Broads, and some leaflets on the attractions to be found there.

Then, suddenly, it was Friday. The day before the start of our holidays 
on the Broads. Carol was packing a case in her room, while Keith and I 
packed a case each in ours. Keith had just about finished packing his, 
when I saw him put in a pair of gardening gloves and a couple of 
plastic carrier bags. I gave him a quizzical look. He just said that 
I'll find out what they're for later. I also saw him pack three canes 
and a wide belt - no surprises there! When we had finished packing the 
main things, we put the cases and bags in the hall-way, ready for when 
Eric and Julie came to collect us in the morning. It took me ages to 
get to sleep that night, because of all the excitement I was feeling 
for the holidays, I suppose.

Morning came. We had all showered and dressed and were just finishing 
breakfast, when Eric and Julie arrived. As we weren't quite ready to 
leave, I gave them some coffee and toast. The breakfast things were 
washed and cleared away. Keith made sure that the house was secure, and 
we departed.

We were all driving together in Eric's big estate car, up to Brundall, 
near Norwich. The two men were in the front, and we three girls were in 
the back, having a great time teasing each others pussy's with our 
fingers, trying not to be seen from outside. I was in the middle of the 
other two, so I had free access to the men, between the front seats. At 
one point in the journey, somewhere on the A45 or A11, I was wanking 
Keith off. He had put a newspaper over his lap, just in case we were 
spotted! Just as he was about to cum, he pushed my hand away, and 
caught his spunk in a tissue! I was about to do the same for Eric, but 
he declined for the moment, on the grounds that he might lose control 
of the car, and we could all be hurt, or worse. "You can compensate me 
when we're on the boat!" said Eric.

We were due to collect the boat at two-thirty. We got to Norwich an 
hour and a half earlier than that, so I suggested we should find a 
supermarket, and get some shopping done, so that we wouldn't have to 
stop with the boat to buy any thing. I think we must have spent about a 
hundred pounds stocking up, but at least there would be a 'fridge on 
board, so we could keep the cold stuff cold.

We had bought so much in the way of provisions, that some of our 
suitcases had to be taken out of the rear luggage compartment, and tied 
on to the roof-rack. That way, we had enough room for our goodies!

The boat-yard at Brundall was reached just before two-thirty. We all 
trooped in to the boat yard office, and introduced ourselves to the 
receptionist. She made us welcome, got Keith to sign some forms, and 
went out to find someone to show us to our boat. The boat was huge. It 
could be driven from either inside, or on what is called 'the Flying 
Bridge'. That 'Bridge' had a large collapsible wind-screen around it, 
for when we passed under low bridges. There were three double beds and 
two single ones. The main dining area was also big. Yes, big enough to 
swing a cat in! We unpacked our clothing and all the provisions, and 
then had to take the cases back to the car, as no large luggage was 
permitted on board. A young man, of about seventeen, showed us how to 
get the engine started, and also what had to be done as a daily 
routine, such as clearing the inlet filters. 'I'll leave that lot to 
the two men', I thought. Then we were ready to start.

The young man started the engine, and got the mooring ropes stowed. He 
guided the boat out of the yard, and onto the river Yare. There he 
showed us the finer points of boat control. He made us pull in to the 
bank of the river, first facing forward, then turning the boat round, 
and mooring it the other way round, and also mooring stern first to the 
bank. He was soon satisfied that we could handle the boat, and we took 
him back to near where the yard was. He jumped off the boat and in to 
what looked like someone's back yard! He wished us a happy holiday, and 
disappeared round the side of the house. Keith took the helm for the 
first part of our holiday, and pointed the boat towards Norwich. We had 
been advised to head for Norwich, because most people wanted to get to 
Great Yarmouth first, and there would be a problem of finding a 
suitable mooring there. Then Eric took over the controls, while Keith 
looked through the holiday leaflets again.

We got into Norwich at a little after five-thirty, after we had been 
warned for speeding by the River Police! We had been doing about seven 
miles per hour in a five M.P.H. limit! We found lots of mooring space 
near the centre of Norwich, not far from the train station. We had 
decided to eat out, and then go on to a disco or night club afterwards.

We all walked up the main road to the centre of Norwich arm in arm. We 
went to see the castle, and then the cathedral, even though they were 
both closed at that time of evening. Walking down one of the side 
streets off the market square, to find a place to eat, we came across a 
small beef-burger restaurant. Not your run of the mill burger bar, but 
a genuine American one! We went in, and asked for a table for five. The 
person on the entrance reckoned we might have to wait for about an 
hour, but if we'd like to use the bar, then we could be called when a 
table was ready. I was about to turn round and suggest to the others 
that we find somewhere else to eat, when the smell of char-grilled meat 
came wafting out to us. That settled it.

We went into the small bar, which is over the restaurant area. The 
choice of drink seemed limited to American beers and spirits only. I 
felt adventurous, so I had a glass of Michelob. Keith and Eric chose 
Schlitz, while Carol and Julie had Budweisser. The barman grinned when 
I asked for 'Mickle-lobb', and he just said sweetly "Certainly, Ma'am. 
One 'Mickle-oh' coming right up." We were just enjoying our second 
round of drinks when a waiter came up to us and said that a table was 
now ready for us. I asked him if we could take our drinks with us, as 
we had only just got these in. He said that would be fine, and showed 
us downstairs to our table. We all had a menu given to us, and it took 
quite a while to sort out what we would all have. Eventually we had 
decided on our meal, and when it arrived about ten minutes later, we 
just couldn't believe the amount of food on the plates. And it had all 
been so reasonably priced on the menu!

We all thoroughly enjoyed our meal, but the two men had eaten more than 
I think they had intended to. They were both full up, and by the time 
the waitress had returned to inquire if we would like a sweet, they 
couldn't eat another thing. We girls each had a 'Knickerbocker Glory', 
while the men contented themselves with another glass or two of wine.

Well, the meal came to an end, and we all filed out feeling well 
satisfied. We thought about going to one of the night clubs in the 
area, but decided against it, and went back to the boat. We watched TV. 
for a while with a few more drinks, before all going to bed. We decided 
we would make a fairly early start, and head for Great Yarmouth. That 
first night on the boat, Eric and Julie shared one of the double beds, 
and Keith and I one of the other's. Carol slept on her own in the other 
double bed.

I was the first to get up as usual, and went and had a shower. To get 
to the shower on this boat, I had to go through Eric and Julie's room. 
They were still fast asleep in each others arms. They looked so lovely 
and peaceful like that. I had my shower and crept back to our berth, 
past Eric and Julie who were still fast asleep. I looked in on Carol, 
and she was just waking up. Then I peeked round the door at Keith, and 
he had also just woken up, and was stretching himself, in a lazy, 
contented sort of way. I made my way to the galley, which if it had 
been much bigger, would have put mine to shame! I soon had a pan of 
bacon sizzling away, and the smell was gorgeous. In fact, it was the 
smell of the bacon that roused Eric and Julie from their slumbers.

They got up and showered, and came through to the galley, dressed only 
in a bath robe each. Carol and Keith also came in then. They were all 
just in time to be served breakfast of fruit juice, bacon, eggs and 
toast and piping hot tea. This was a great start to the day. Keith went 
back to our cabin and changed in to tee-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, 
because the day had begun very warm and bright. Then he started the big 
diesel, got Eric to cast off the mooring lines, and set sail (or should 
that be power!) for Yarmouth. At about one o'clock, we stopped at 
Reedham for lunch. Julie and Carol had made us a roast dinner while we 
were cruising down from Norwich. We finished the lunch and went in the 
pub next to where we were moored, and had a few drinks. Then it was all 
aboard for the final leg to Yarmouth.

Yarmouth came in to sight a couple of hours later, and half an hour 
after that, we had moored up in the marina. The marina attendant came 
along, and we paid him the fee for mooring, which included a free top 
up of water. He advised us to make sure that the water tank was kept 
filled.

A light meal was eaten before we went 'on the town'. Yarmouth was a 
busy place, even on a Sunday night. In the distance, I could hear a 
Salvation Army band playing. But we made our way to the sea front, arm 
in arm again, and took in the smells and sights of this once great 
fishing port. We had walked about a mile and a half down the prom, and 
found ourselves outside an amusement park. None of us really fancied 
going in, just in case we got sick on one of the rides from all the 
food that we had eaten over the last day or so. So we turned ourselves 
around, and strolled back up the front, past the Wellington pier. We 
crossed the road to the side away from the beach, and bought some 
chips. They were delicious! I'm sure that none of us had tasted chips 
like these before! No wonder Yarmouth has a good reputation for their 
food!

We went into a bar, and sat down with a few drinks each. By then, I 
think we were all tired, so we wearily made our way back to the boat. 
The curtains had been drawn in the dining area, so no one could look in 
without us being aware of the fact. We sat watching TV for a while, but 
all the good food combined with the fresh North Sea air, had us feeling 
very contented. I stood up, and decided to give the other's a strip-
tease. I slowly gyrated my body, at the same time removing my clothes 
in a very sensuous way. Julie, and then Carol joined me in the middle 
of the cabin, and stripped off as well. The men were rapidly turned on. 
We helped them get undressed, and we were all soon making love to each 
other. Even the men tried to have sex with each other! But that didn't 
last. They just couldn't bring themselves to do that. So they 
concentrated on us girls.

I got Keith to lie down on one of the side benches, which ran the 
length of the dining area. I started gently sucking on his cock, while 
Julie sat herself on his face. When he was ready for me, I plonked 
myself down on his pole, and started to ride him. Julie was rubbing her 
pussy back and forward over his face, whilst French kissing me. I 
pulled away from her and looked at the other two, and I saw Eric also 
lying on his back, fucking Carol from underneath. We soon tired 
ourselves out, and headed for bed.

Shortly after I had put my head down to go to sleep, I thought I heard 
a buzzing sound. At first I thought it might have been the automatic 
bilge pump going. But that had been switched off, to prevent the noise 
from disturbing us. Then I noticed that the sound would fade, and then 
become louder again in fairly rapid succession. Then I sussed what it 
was. Someone was using a vibrator! It must have been Carol. So I 
slipped out of bed, and tiptoed to her cabin. Sure enough, the sound of 
the vibrator was coming from her cabin. I opened the door and saw that 
she was lying on top of her bed, legs splayed wide apart, and her hands 
thrusting the vibrator in and out of her succulent pussy! She smiled at 
me, and indicated that I should join her on the bed. I did. I took her 
hands off the vibrator, and replaced them with one of mine. I was 
thrusting the dildo in and out with one hand, and at the same time was 
licking away around her clitoris. She climaxed soon after. I removed 
the vibrator slowly from her pussy, and holding it to my lips, I tasted 
her juices. This heightened my lust even more, and sitting in front of 
her, I too spread my legs apart, and pushed the tip of the vibrator 
into my quim.

Carol took hold of the toy, and started running it all over my crutch, 
occasionally pushing it in my pussy, and then down toward my anus. She 
then pulled it away, and told me to turn over onto all fours. I did as 
she asked, and she put the vibrator into her mouth to make it all slick 
and slippery, and introduced it to my anus. I suppose I was a bit 
reluctant at first, but she told me to relax, which I eventually did, 
and she pushed it up my bottom! This was a completely new sensation for 
me. I had never used a vibrator before, although I had seen one of the 
girls at the boarding school with one. Soon, waves of pleasure were 
assailing me. Carol kept the vibrator in me for ages! Then I decided it 
was time to pleasure Carol again. I put her in the same position that I 
had just been adopting, and repeated what she had just been doing to 
me. I had just pushed the vibrator into her bottom, when Julie came in.

"Any room for me?" she asked. "Of course!" I said. I removed the dildo 
from Carol and was just about to wipe it on a tissue when Julie said 
"Don't do that! I'll have it the way it is, with Carol's lovely juices 
all over it!" Carol didn't say a word, but she lay Julie on her back, 
and started running the vibrator all around her pussy, as she had done 
to me. Then Julie said, "I hope the batteries won't run down!" But 
Carol told her not to worry, as she had some spares. "I think you'll 
need quite a few spares by the end of the hol's!" said Julie. Just 
then, the batteries did start to die, as the vibrator was sliding in 
and out of Julie's luscious pussy.

"Quick!" I said. "Where are the new ones." Carol indicated a draw in 
the small cupboard next to the bed. I opened the draw, and saw not one 
set of batteries, but six unopened packs of the things! "You were 
certainly expecting to get a lot of use from that thing this week, 
weren't you," I said. "Sure am!" Carol replied. "I figured that as the 
other beds are too small to get three people in, I would be on my own a 
lot. Hence the vibrator!"

"Silly girl," said Julie. "All you had to do was let one of us know, 
and I'm sure we would have been only too willing to share your bed for 
a night."

"Thanks, you two. But I've got a feeling that this little toy is still 
going to be used a lot, even if I'm not alone!" We laughed, the way 
girls who are intimate with each other often do. Julie stayed the night 
with Carol, and I made my way back to Keith, who as usual, was fast 
asleep.

The next morning, Monday, dawned dark and overcast, with a bitter chill 
to the air. The others had finished dressing and came through to the 
galley for breakfast. Julie soon went back to her cabin though, because 
she hadn't realised quite how cold it was, and changed into something 
warmer. When breakfast was over, we headed the boat up north towards 
the Stalham area. About an hour after leaving Yarmouth, while Keith was 
at the helm, he spotted something and pulled into a small cutting off 
the main river. We helped tie the boat to the bank of the cutting, and 
then Keith went to our cabin, to reappear a moment later with his 
gardening gloves and the carrier bags. He jumped off the boat, and 
started walking away from us. We were in a very isolated spot, because 
when I stood on top of the boat, all I could see was open countryside, 
and we were hidden from the main river. I suspected that we might be 
staying here a while to indulge in some 'hanky-spanky'!

Then Keith came back a while later carrying two bags filled with 
something that obviously didn't weigh very much. He came aboard and 
spoke to Eric in hushed tones for a moment. I could see Eric's face 
lighting up and then his eyes would flick between us girls and Keith. 
'Oh, oh!' I thought. What are they up to? We didn't have to wait very 
long. We all came into the dining area, and Eric drew the curtains, and 
locked the door, pocketing the key. Then Keith announced, "Now then. 
You three women haven't been subjected to a whipping yet, have you!" We 
nodded glumly, but expectantly. After all, I thought that holidays were 
to get away from home life. "Therefore, as a prelude to a whipping 
session, I intend to prepare your bottoms in a way they have never been 
prepared before! Who wants to be first?" Keith said with a big grin on 
his face.

We looked at each other, and Julie, being brave, volunteered to be 
first. Keith told her to go and lie over Eric's lap. She did and Keith 
came over and lowered her jeans and knickers. Then he went and got one 
of the carrier bags he had filled a little earlier, and his gardening 
gloves. We girls had a look of complete bafflement on our faces, until 
he put his gloved hand into the bag and withdrew a bunch of weeds! 
These he placed on Julie's bottom, and quickly pulled up her knickers 
and jeans. Only a few seconds later, Julie was dancing around the 
cabin, obviously in great discomfort. What were those weeds? Julie was 
squealing, "You buggers! They're stinging nettles!". She was still 
dancing round the cabin, when Keith grabbed me by the arm and forced me 
over Eric's lap, which had a pronounced bulge in it! Soon, I too had my 
bottom covered in nettles, and shortly afterwards, Carol too.

It was sheer mayhem! We were all dancing round the cabin with smarting 
bums, wondering what the hell was going to come next. As usual, we 
didn't have long to wait. Julie was pulled over Eric's lap, and given a 
hard spanking. Her jeans and knickers were then lowered, and the 
nettles removed and replaced in the bag. Then Keith picked up a cane, 
and whacked her with it. She was soon screaming louder than ever 
before. The soreness of her bottom from the stinging nettles, and then 
the application of the cane had her gyrating and bucking on Eric's lap. 
He was obviously getting an enormous amount of pleasure out of her 
caning; her movements were causing her to rub his cock through his 
jeans, which were threatening to burst at any minute! Then it was the 
turn of both Carol and me. We were bent over the dining table, one on 
each side. Eric had lifted Julie off of him and gently laid her face 
down on one of the benches.

Both men now had canes in their right hands. With their left hands, 
they pushed down on the smalls of our backs to hold us in position, and 
with their right hands, caned us as Keith had done to Julie, who was 
just beginning to calm down. The hurt was terrific! But when they had 
finished, and we were both still yelling our heads off, Julie was 
summoned to the table, bent over it again, and spanked by Eric, for 
calling Keith and him 'buggers'! After a while, though, the pain turned 
into a delicious warmth. That was when Keith opened the other bag, and 
removed some more weeds. "No! Not more, p-please!" I cried. "These will 
do you all good," said Keith, "These are Dock Leaves, which are the 
antidote to the nettles. Now, all three of you lay across the table 
again. We did as we were told, and instead of applying the Dock Leaves 
to our inflamed skin, Julie and Carol got a fucking from behind. Then 
Eric, who had not yet climaxed, came behind me so that I wouldn't be 
left out. His cock felt larger than before, somehow.

The two men must have been really turned on! When we had been fucked by 
the two studs, they then applied the Dock Leaves to our bottoms. It 
took a few moments to take effect, but when it did, I'm sure I climaxed 
from sheer relief! But then, the men's cock's began to sting! They 
hadn't realised that the nettles' micro-thorns, that had been stuck to 
our skin, had rubbed off on to them! But Carol and Julie volunteered to 
make them better. They got some more Dock Leaves and rubbed them all 
around their cock's and thighs. I didn't think they would try using the 
nettles on us again, not after the mistake they had made!

When we were all sure that the nettles weren't affecting us anymore, we 
all had sex in a more conventional way. Eric and I were in his cabin, 
and Keith and Julie in ours. Carol was wandering from cabin to cabin 
getting the action wherever she found it!

When we were all shagged out, and the men too tired to raise themselves 
to the occasion, I slipped out into the galley, and started getting 
lunch ready. It was to be fish-fingers, chips and peas, followed by 
ice-cream and peach slices. When lunch was over and cleared away, the 
decision to stay in the cutting for the rest of the day and night was 
taken. We may not find another place so quiet and secluded in which to 
indulge ourselves.

In the afternoon, the men tried their hands at fishing. While they were 
out, we three girls had a wonderful time with each other; eating each 
other out, using Carol's vibrator in both nether holes, and generally 
enjoying ourselves. About an hour later, Julie complained that her 
mouth and particularly her tongue, was very sore. I grinned at Carol, 
and she got up from the bed and went back to her cabin. She reappeared 
a moment later carrying a spoon and a large jar of honey. Julie looked 
at the honey, wondering what the hell Carol was going to do with it. 
Carol put the jar on the dressing table, unscrewed the top and pushed 
the spoon in. She withdrew the spoon, twirling it round in her fingers 
so that the honey would stay put. Then she went over to Julie, told her 
to open her mouth, and put the spoonful of honey in. I told Julie to 
keep the honey in her mouth as long as possible, so that the soreness 
would go away. Trouble was, she couldn't keep it in her mouth, because 
she has got a few problems breathing through her nose. She swallowed 
the lot.

I then recalled what Carol and I had done with honey a few weeks ago. I 
laid back on the bed, and Carol poured some of the honey from the jar 
over my breasts and pussy. I told Julie that she should lick it off, 
and that in so doing, her tongue would return to normal. She needed no 
second bidding! This way, she could get the healing properties of the 
honey, and still be able to breathe properly. She was thoroughly 
enjoying this, especially when she had worked her way down from my 
breasts, and her tongue was busy on my 'honey-pot' (an apt 
expression!).

Just then, the men, having had no luck with the fishing, came back into 
the boat. They found us in my cabin, with Julie's face stuck in my 
crutch! This soon had them roused, especially when they saw that it was 
honey that Julie was licking off me. Eric asked what the honey was in 
aid of, so I told him how it cured sore tongues, and all about it's 
other healing properties. Eric asked if I thought it might stop his 
cock from being too sore after one of our love making sessions. I told 
him eagerly that there was no reason it shouldn't! We abandoned the 
cabin in favour of the dining area, where there was far more room for 
the five of us. We undressed the men, and laid them down on the side 
benches. Carol went and got another jar of honey from her cabin, and 
poured some over Eric's now erect cock. She massaged the honey into his 
cock, and over his tummy. I did the same, with Julie's help, to Keith. 
I saw Carol then take Eric's cock into her mouth and give him a blow-
job. We did the same for Keith. Then, because my pussy was feeling a 
bit sore from the attentions of Carol and Julie earlier, I impaled 
myself on his honey-soaked cock!

The slipperiness of his cock sliding in and out of me soon had me on 
the brink of orgasm. Julie smeared some honey onto her pussy, and 
squatted over Keith's face so that he could oralise with her, and get 
his mouth and tongue into peak condition too! After we had all had more 
than a taste of the honey, we had a shower, just to clean up the sticky 
patches that remained.

That evening we were all in the dining area playing cards. Then Eric 
suggested playing 'Strip Poker', with a whipping for the losing girl. I 
protested. "What happens if one of you men lose?" Keith said, "Don't 
worry, we'll think of something if that happens!" So we played strip 
poker. I won the first game, - I don't know how, because I've never 
played poker before! - and Carol lost, having lost all her clothes! She 
was duly given a caning from Eric.

As I had won, I could choose my own prize. I asked Eric to take me 
'doggy fashion' on the table! While we were screwing away, Carol had 
put her hand between my legs and was caressing my clitoris, and Julie 
had one of my tits in her mouth. Keith had the other one. When Eric 
finally blasted his load into me, we climbed off the table, and resumed 
our seats for the next game. So we played poker for a few hours. 
Somehow, the men didn't lose a single game. Carol had a further three 
whippings, Julie four and myself just two. When we packed in playing 
the game, because Julie had suffered enough, I laid Julie on the table, 
and massaged her blazing buttocks with some honey. Carol helped by 
working the magic stuff into her crutch, which was eagerly lapped up by 
both Eric and Keith. We all had another shower, and went to bed very 
happy. A while later, I heard Carol's vibrator buzzing away. I smiled 
to myself, turned over, and went to sleep very contented.

The next morning, I got up and went to the galley to get some tea made. 
There was only enough coming out of the tap for one pot full. We had 
taken so many showers since the holiday started, that we had used it 
all up! I mentioned this to Keith, and he said we would have to find a 
water filling station as soon as possible. We ate breakfast while he 
navigated our way out of the cutting and back on to the main river. We 
turned north again, and eventually reached Stalham. We found a water 
filling hose, and filled the water tank to the brim. We should then be 
OK. for the next two days or so, as long as we didn't take too many 
showers. That meant we would not be able to use any honey on ourselves 
because of the need to take a shower afterwards. Carol and Julie, once 
the water tank was filled, washed up the breakfast things, and got 
lunch ready. We ate the meal and all decided to take a look around 
Stalham. There was nothing much to see, so we went back to the boat, 
started it up, and headed toward Wroxham. A few miles short of Wroxham 
town, was Wroxham Broad. This was a large expanse of open water, which 
from the entrance from the river, to the buildings on the other side, 
was over half a mile. We dropped the mud anchor about two hundred yards 
from the entrance, and well away from the other boats that had moored 
there. It was evening by the time we had reached Wroxham Broad, so 
Julie and I immediately set about getting dinner ready.

When the meal was over, Keith announced that we were all to get another 
whipping, for having caused us to run out of water. This time though, 
Keith got out not only the canes, but his wide leather belt as well. 
Eric had also brought some of his implements, and he produced a tawse. 
They took it in turns whipping us, first with the belt, then a cane and 
then the tawse. We were all suffering by the time the men had done 'the 
rounds'! We then had an hours rest, although I thought that our 
whippings were over for the day. Then the men repeated the earlier 
medicine once more, though this time, not nearly so hard. The evening 
finished up, again, with everyone getting fucked by everyone else, 
including the use of Carol's vibrator.

We didn't get whipped again until our last night on the boat, Friday 
night. In the meantime, we had been into Wroxham itself, back down to 
Yarmouth for a few hours to top up the groceries, and then down to 
Lowestoft. Here, there was a big night club right next to where we were 
moored. That evening was a very happy one, because by now, we were all 
so relaxed and enjoying the holiday. Then all too soon it was Friday, 
and we had to make our way back to Brundall, before handing the boat 
back at ten o'clock on Saturday morning.

We discovered another secluded mooring about two or three miles from 
the boat-yard. We stayed there the night. The nearest boat to ours was 
a long way in the distance. I suppose that most boats had headed to 
moorings next to the pubs that dotted the landscape. We had another 
fantastic night; what with the men caning and belting us again, and 
then fucking us in succession, and repeating this over the next few 
hours. We eventually climbed into bed for our last night, extremely 
knackered but happy. Keith and I found room in our berth for Julie to 
stay the night with us, while Carol went to bed with Eric.

Next morning, as usual, I was first up. I got the others up as well and 
reminded them that the boat need cleaning from top to bottom before we 
could return it. I also reminded them that if it wasn't up to scratch, 
we could well lose our deposit. An hour later, the boat was immaculate. 
We went back to the boat-yard. Eric went to get his car which had our 
cases in it. We packed our things away, had one more check to make sure 
that nothing was broken, and put our things in the car. The boat's 
owner himself, came on board and checked the whole thing over. A while 
later, he reported that everything was in perfect order, and that we 
would be welcome to hire his boats again. Keith went into the office, 
where he received the deposit money. Then it was once more into the 
car, and we headed for home. On the return journey, we were all fairly 
quiet in the car. We had had a great holiday, and now we were feeling 
rather down that it was all over, and that the men would be back at 
work on Monday morning.

We got back home after Eric had dropped Julie off at their place, so 
she could open the house and get everything switched on again. Eric 
didn't stay for the drink he was offered, saying that he wanted to get 
back and have a nice hot bath! I asked him about our next get-together, 
and he said he would ask Julie about that, but he was sure it would be 
by next week. Keith, Carol and I thanked him for taking us in his car 
to the Broads, and then said 'Cheerio', and that we hoped to see them 
both soon.

Carol and I took the cases and bags up to our rooms and unpacked them. 
The dirty washing was sorted out, and the rest of the things put away. 
I took the laundry downstairs to the kitchen and sorted the coloureds 
from the whites and the rest. Then the first load was in the machine 
being washed. Keith made a pot of coffee and we all sat drinking it 
while watching TV. It was while I was sipping my coffee that I 
remembered that the milkman wouldn't be delivering again until Monday 
morning. I asked Keith if he would drive me into the village, to the 
general stores there. But Carol said that she would go, as there were a 
few things she wanted to get. So Keith took Carol into the village to 
get the things we needed to see us through the rest of the weekend and 
Monday.

They returned about an hour later. Keith had bought a very large jar of 
local honey back with him. There must have been ten pounds of honey in 
that jar. It was the size usually only sold in 'Cash & Carry' 
warehouses for the retail trade. When the provisions had been sorted 
out and put away, we all came back into the lounge. I looked longingly 
at the honey, which had been placed on the sideboard. Keith then said, 
"Oh. All right. You obviously want it so much. Come here!" I willingly 
went to his side, where he was sitting in an easy chair. He undressed 
me slowly, and ran his fingers around my pussy area. I was sexually 
ready in no time at all. Then Carol said she wanted to join in, so 
Keith undressed her as well, and made us lay on the floor, side by 
side. He quickly undressed himself and fetched the big jar of honey 
from the sideboard. He twisted off the lid, and began to carefully pour 
some of the contents first over me, and then over Carol. I started to 
rub the honey into my boobs, when Carol reached over, took my hand 
away, and used her own hand to finish the task for me.

Keith asked me to climb on top of Carol, so that our heads were 
together, and not in the 'sixty-nine' position. Then he told us to rub 
our bodies together so that the honey would be spread all over. He then 
poured some honey into his right hand, which he proceeded to rub over 
my anus and then down onto my pussy. Positioning himself behind me, he 
pushed his lovely cock deep into my quim. He was soon thrusting in and 
out, no doubt helped by the honey. Then without warning, he pulled his 
cock out of my quim, and was pressing the tip of it against my bum 
hole. He had no difficulty at all in sliding his prick right up inside 
me. All this while, Carol was nibbling my lips with her teeth and 
gently stroking my clitty with a free hand. With her other hand, she 
was squeezing my right breast. Keith then pulled me off of Carol, so 
that we were screwing 'doggy-fashion'.

Carol then dashed upstairs, and returned a moment later with her 
vibrator. She wiped the tip of it against her body so that some honey 
would adhere to it, and then introduced it into my fanny. Being shafted 
in both holes at once was just incredible! I experienced orgasm after 
lovely orgasm! Then all too soon, Keith pulled out of my bottom, and 
squirted his semen over my lower back. Carol then, still fucking me 
with the vibrator, leaned over and licked up Keith's spunk from my 
back. Leaving some in her mouth, she then kissed me open mouthed. This 
time, the mixture tasted even better, with Keith's lovely, creamy white 
spunk, Carol's sweet saliva and the even sweeter honey.

Then Keith picked me up from the floor with the vibrator still buzzing 
away deep inside me, and laid me over the end of the sofa. He went to 
the sideboard, selected a birch, and gently whipped me with it. Again, 
wave after wave of terrific feelings racked my body. Keith was just 
about to finish with the birch, when the vibrator slipped out of me and 
fell to the floor. Carol picked it up and took it to the kitchen to 
wash the carpet fluff from it. She returned a moment later, and stuffed 
it in my arse. She motioned to Keith to pick up the birch and use it on 
me again. The sensation of having a buzzing dildo in my arse and Keith 
birching away in the same area, had me coming again in no time. Keith 
stopped birching me, but left the vibrator stuffed up me, and left me 
flopped over the sofa arm. I was so satiated, I could hardly move. My 
legs were jellified, and my eyes couldn't focus on anything. That was a 
session I wouldn't forget for a long time. Then Carol removed the 
vibrator and switched it off.

Once again, she took it into the kitchen and washed it. She came back a 
moment later, wanting Keith to do the same to her. He naturally 
obliged. When her session was over, she just about had enough strength 
left to lie flat on her back on the floor, while Keith climbed on top 
of her, and fucked every last drop of spunk from his testes. That 
finished Keith off for the night, and we all struggled upstairs to our 
bed. Carol shared our bed again, but we had no strength left, once we 
had got into bed, to even kiss each other good night. Once again, we 
slept the sleep of the dead.

I stirred first, and when I looked at the bedside clock, it read two-
thirty. I went back to sleep, thinking I had woken up in the morning. 
It took me a while to realise that when I first opened my eyes, it was 
light outside. When that realisation dawned on me, I sat up with a 
start. I shook the other two awake, and told them what time it really 
was. They didn't seem to care at all! Then it dawned on them what I had 
said. Keith fully woke up, followed closely by Carol. But we all stayed 
lying in bed, trying to summon enough energy to actually get up. I 
think we all felt 'what the hell', and stayed where we were. We all 
finally got out of bed at just after three o'clock. All our bodies 
still had sticky patches of honey on them, so we two girls shared the 
bath, with Keith standing between us using the shower.

On Tuesday evening, I rang Julie and said that if they wanted to, would 
they like to come round on Friday evening, instead of the usual Monday 
night? I could hear Julie check with Eric that Friday night was free, 
and that they would be pleased to. We rang off and I told Keith of the 
slight change in plans. Keith said it was all right, as Friday was our 
usual 'wet games' night anyway, and did I want to stop playing 'wet 
games'? "No." I told him, "But it might be an idea to introduce Eric 
and Julie to them!" So it was agreed.

The rest of the week followed a normal sort of pattern. Keith whipped 
both of us for burning his dinner while we had been fooling around with 
each other, and Carol got another caning for scorching one of his 
shirts whilst ironing it. Apart from that, a quiet week.

Friday evening would prove to be altogether different. Just before Eric 
and Julie arrived, the lounge was prepared by covering the floor with 
the polythene sheet and the blanket, which was freshly washed and 
dried; the 'horse' was put in the middle, and a selection of canes and 
whips and belts, were laid out on top of the sideboard. There were also 
four large jugs of cold drinks, non-alcoholic, placed around the room 
with plenty of glasses.

Eric and Julie arrived on the dot of half past seven, as arranged. I 
showed them into the lounge, and I could see that they were baffled by 
the presence of the polythene sheet and blanket spread on the floor. 
Eric was just about to ask me what these were in aid of, when Keith 
said "You'll find out a bit later!" Carol served us all with drinks, 
and we chatted happily for a while about the holiday, and what they and 
we had been up to in the last week.

Then the action started. Keith asked who was going to be first for a 
taste of the belt. "Me, please!" I said. So while the others helped me 
undress, Keith went to the sideboard and wrapped the buckle end around 
his right hand. He asked Eric to tie me to the 'horse', which he did 
with increased efficiency, and Keith, making sure the others had an 
uninterrupted view, began belting seven shades of purple out of my 
bottom. He kept belting me for about three minutes, and when he 
eventually put the belt back on the sideboard, I let rip with a little 
stream of piss. The piss ran down the tapered end of the 'horse' and 
onto the sheeting. Julie looked concerned. She said "Linda! Are you 
OK?" I raised and turned my head to her and smiled sweetly. "Yes. I'm 
fine. Don't worry about that little 'accident', there'll be plenty more 
of it later!" She looked mystified by my answer, but nonetheless, 
resumed her seat.

Then I knelt down just in front of the 'horse', and gave a small nod to 
Carol. This was the signal that would start the 'wet games' in earnest. 
Carol got out of her seat and said she was dying for a pee! Then she 
came over to where I was. I rolled my neck back and she positioned 
herself over my head. Lifting the front of her skirt, and leaving her 
knickers in place, let fly a strong stream of pee all over me. I could 
see that Eric and Julie, who were both sitting together on the sofa, 
looking at the spectacle open mouthed with disbelief. I swallowed 
everything that Carol had to offer, except for the drops that strayed 
away from the line of my mouth. By that time, Eric had taken stock of 
the situation, and announced that he had to get in on the action! With 
that, he undressed in double quick time, and pointing his cock at my 
face, pissed away! When he had finished, I raised my head up and 
noticed that Julie had her hand inside her knickers, gently frigging 
herself.

I said to her, "Julie. If what you've just seen has turned you on in 
the way I believe it has, then come and join us!" She got out of her 
seat as if mesmerised, with her hand still inside her pants, frigging 
away. I pulled her down, and laid her on her back, still fully dressed, 
and still rubbing her pussy. I gently removed her hand, and sitting 
down by her head, I motioned to Keith to come and do his stuff. He too, 
undressed quickly, and pointing his hardening cock at her, let fly with 
his offering. He sprayed his urine all over her, paying particular 
attention to her face, breasts and groin. She was moaning with delight! 
Our game had turned her on very much indeed. And Eric, come to that, 
because he joined Keith in playing at 'firemen' over Julie's body. 
Meanwhile, Carol had stripped off, and lying on the floor by Julie's 
stockinged legs, inched her way up so that she could put her mouth over 
her knicker covered pussy. That didn't put Carol off, because all she 
had to do was to pull the damp gusset to one side, and lick and kiss 
and probe, to her hearts' content! Our guests were well and truly 
hooked!

Carol picked herself off the floor when she had given Julie an orgasm. 
Then Keith pulled Julie up and stripped her naked in thirty seconds 
flat! He removed her clothes just in case the damp clothing induced a 
cold or something. He then gently wiped her body with a soft towel, and 
sat her back down on the sofa. While we were recovering, I served 
drinks from the large jugs. Within thirty minutes, we were all in need 
of another pee.

This time, Julie laid on her back on the floor, while I squatted over 
her mouth and Eric put his cock in her fanny. Eric started shagging 
away and I started pissing into her very receptive mouth. Before long, 
Eric shot his load, but didn't pull out of her. As Keith had done to me 
all those weeks ago, Eric emptied his bladder into Julie's pussy. A 
mixture of piss, spunk and Julie's cum juices were trickling out of her 
fanny, past Eric's deflating cock and onto the blanket. Julie looked 
completely satiated, but found the energy to lick my pee-hole and fanny 
dry of the piss. Eric withdrew his cock - dripping the mix of piss, 
spunk and cum juices - and I stuffed it in my mouth, to suck clean.

Having recovered, Julie stood up and went and sat on the 'horse'. She 
spread her legs and cunny lips wide, and invited one of us to have a 
drink. Keith was there first, kneeling down in front of her, with his 
face about twelve inches away from her pussy. Then she let fly with her 
stream of pee. This was her first piss all night, so Keith got the 
benefit of a fullish bladder all to himself! To my knowledge, that was 
only the second time that Keith had tasted urine, but he certainly 
seemed to savour it! Then Carol pulled Keith down to the floor, and got 
in the 'sixty-nine' position. He had his head between her legs while 
she gently grazed the tip of his cock with her tongue. All of a sudden 
he started to piss, and Carol quickly put his cock in her mouth. At the 
same time, she let fly with a stream of urine straight into Keith's 
face. They both eagerly lapped up each others piss, and when Keith 
stopped peeing, he shot his spunk down her throat as well!

By the time Keith and Carol had finished their game, the blanket was 
truly sodden with gallons of piss. The smell of it  hung in the air, 
acting rather like an aphrodisiac. I lay down on the soaked blanket, 
and Eric got between my thighs, and started humping away. Carol 
squatted over my face and I licked and probed her cunny with my tongue. 
Meanwhile, Keith lay himself on the floor and Julie rode his cock like 
a rodeo rider. The two men eventually ejaculated, and we girls 
experienced another dozen or so orgasms between us.

Then it was getting late, and as Eric had to be up early in order to 
get a train to Leeds for a weekend works seminar at his head office, I 
dried Eric with a towel, while Keith and Carol did the same to Julie. 
As Julie's clothes were wet, I lent her a coat she could wear to get 
home in, and I put her sodden clothes in a carrier bag for her to carry 
home. Then we all kissed good night, with the arrangement to see them 
at their place the following Friday. We had decided on Friday night 
instead of Monday, because of the men's work commitment's on Tuesday.

When they had left, I switched on the washing machine and put the 
soaking wet blanket in. I set the timer on the machine so it would 
start washing at about six o'clock in the morning, so that when I got 
up, it would be already spun dried and ready for hanging on the washing 
line to finish drying. The polythene sheeting, was carefully lifted off 
the floor, and the excess piss emptied into a bucket. Then Carol took 
the sheeting and put it in the bath ready to wash it clean and ready 
for the next time. Then we all went to our separate beds. That night, I 
couldn't hear Carol using her vibrator, but I could imagine her using 
her fingers on her pussy to finally send her into the land of nod. 
Keith and I had another good night's sleep.

The next morning, after I had put the last lot of laundry in the 
washing machine, Keith took Carol and I into town to do some shopping. 
We found a parking space near the town centre, and proceeded to wander 
round the shops. When we had got the shopping done, we returned to the 
car, got in and headed for home. We had just pulled up at some traffic 
lights, when another car ran into the back of us. Keith jumped out of 
the car and was just about to give the other driver a mouthful of abuse 
when he saw that it was my mother! He calmed down straight away, and 
looked at the damage to his car. The bumper had been dented quite badly 
and one of the rear light clusters broken. Her front bumper was dented, 
but that was all. When he had completely calmed down, he told mother to 
follow us home, and we would sort out everything there.

Keith drove off, with mother following at a distance. When we got home, 
Keith opened the front door and in we all went, to the lounge. Keith 
was getting an angry look on his face again. He tore into mother, 
telling her what a stupid cow she was, and why wasn't she looking where 
she was going? Mother was apologising profusely saying it was just an 
accident and that nobody was hurt, and that the insurance would pay for 
the damage. Then Keith said, "Well, maybe no one was hurt then, but 
they sure are going to get hurt now!" With that, he pulled the 'horse' 
into the middle of the room, and after a struggle, had mother with her 
skirt up and panties down, tied to the 'horse'. He crossed to the 
cupboard, and took out the 'Tri-lash'. "Maybe, this will teach you a 
lesson to be more alert when driving in future!" he said. Then he 
applied the first stroke to her big bottom. She wasn't prepared for 
that, and let out a loud shriek. But he kept lashing away until her 
buttocks were criss-crossed with weals, and she was screaming for all 
she was worth. She was behaving like a baby. You seldom caught Carol or 
Julie or me screaming out like she was!

Finally, Keith stopped flogging her, and replaced the 'Tri-lash' in the 
cupboard, and went and unfastened mother from the 'horse'. Carol and I 
helped her up onto her feet. She was swaying about quite a bit, but she 
soon found her balance. Keith then said, "You'd better leave now, and 
make sure you tell John why I punished you. I'll expect a call from him 
this evening, sometime, so we can make the necessary arrangements to 
get the cars repaired."

I took mothers arm and guided her out of the house, and to her car. 
Carol had nipped out to the shed, and came back with an old inner tube, 
so that mother could sit in reasonable comfort for the drive home. No 
words at all passed between us women, but Carol and I both waved her 
off.

That evening, we sat in the lounge watching TV, and Keith kept looking 
at the telephone waiting for my father to call. Nine o'clock, and still 
no call, so Keith rang father. Dad was surprised by Keith's call, and 
no, he didn't know about the accident. Keith gave him the details of 
the crash, and that he had whipped her for it. Father then said he was 
sorry about the accident, and that he would confront mother about it as 
soon as they had rung off, and he would call back within the hour.

Just over half an hour later, the 'phone rang again. Keith got up and 
answered it. It was father, who told Keith that mother had been scared 
to tell him about the accident for fear of what he would do to her. 
Nonetheless, dad had caned her for not informing him of the accident 
straight away, and sent her to their room. Dad went on to congratulate 
Keith on his whipping skills, because he had left so little flesh 
untouched with his whip. They then went on to discuss arrangements to 
get the car fixed, and that dad would give Keith enough money so that 
he could get a taxi to the station, and then a train into work while 
his car was being repaired. The details were agreed, and they rang off.

Keith 'phoned his office first thing Monday morning to say he wouldn't 
be in to work until the afternoon because he had to take his car to get 
repaired. He got to the garage in town which specialised in his make of 
car, and left, being reassured that they would have it done by 
tomorrow, the latest. He walked to the train station, and caught the 
train to work. He wasn't as late as he thought he would be, so he was 
able to catch up on his backlog of work, and by the time he finished 
for the day, his work load was back to normal.

At lunch-time, the next day, he 'phoned the garage to find out if he 
could have his car back that evening. The garage apologised and said 
that the wrong spares had been delivered by the auto-factors, and that 
they wouldn't have it done now until the next day. He thanked them, and 
rang off.

When he got home that evening, later than usual, he rang my father and 
told him the situation. Dad said not to worry, and that he would give 
Keith more money to cover his fares, and any out of pocket expenses. 
"I'll take it out of Celia's backside!", said father. I was sure he 
would.

Keith did get his car back the following day, nicely repaired, but with 
a bill for over two hundred pounds. Still, at least Keith wouldn't have 
to pay for it.

A few days later, dad had gone into town with mother to get some money 
from the bank to pay for the repairs to the car. They were just leaving 
the town when a big lorry, coming down the hill, apparently lost 
control and smashed head on into their car. They both died instantly. 
Carol and I were both naturally very upset about this. Even though they 
had treated us quite strictly when we lived with them, they were still, 
none-the-less, our parents. Keith, bless him, made the arrangements for 
their funeral.

According to their will's, they wanted to be buried in the church yard 
near to where they lived. It was nearly two weeks after the crash that 
the funeral took place because of the post-mortems that were required. 
We buried them next to each other in a very pleasant corner of the 
graveyard.

The rest of the family were there as well, and after the burial 
service, they all came back to mum and dad's place for something to eat 
and drink. Then the solicitor arrived to read the will's. Nearly 
everything they had was left to Carol and I. There were a few items for 
the rest of the family, and I thought it rather unfair that they didn't 
have more of the estate. I invited some of them who were closer to us 
than the rest, to choose something to take with them.

That evening, when everyone else had gone their separate ways, Carol 
and Keith and I sat down together and discussed what we should do with 
the estate. The house was quite a bit bigger than ours, and if we 
decided to keep it, then we would have to sell our house. Keith said 
that there was absolutely no hurry to do anything just yet, and anyway, 
it was not up to him, but Carol and I.

We couldn't make up our minds at that time, so we locked up the house 
and went home. I made us all a cup of tea, and then went to bed. Keith 
gave me a sleeping pill to help me through the night, and in the 
morning I didn't wake until about nine-thirty.

At that moment I heard the shower running and realised that Carol had 
only just woken up as well. I got about of bed, and joined her in the 
shower. We didn't do anything of a sexual nature, but just helped soap 
each others bodies, and when the shower was finished, we dried each 
other.

We went back to our own rooms and got dressed. I got down to the 
kitchen first and put the kettle on for some tea. I couldn't be 
bothered with a cooked breakfast, so I just put two plates and two 
cereal bowls on the table for when Carol came down. We ate our 
breakfast, finished off the pot of tea and went into the lounge. We sat 
together on the settee and talked about what we ought to do about mum 
and dad's estate. We discussed the possibility of selling this house 
and moving in to their old place, and how, if money started to get a 
bit tight, we could possibly take in a paying lodger. We also chatted 
about how we could turn the basement into a 'games' room. That is, 
'games' in the sense of sex games.

Alternatively, we could sell our parents house, get a fair bit of money 
for it, and go on a world cruise or some such thing. Carol suggested 
that we should ask Keith if he wanted to sell our home and move into 
mum and dad's place, or stay where we are.

We put this to Keith when he came in that evening. He thought for a 
while, and said that if we had no objections, why not move into their 
old place. He would still make enough money to take us on a cruise and 
have enough left over to invest for later life. We all agreed to make 
the move. Keith contacted the solicitor the next morning to start the 
ball rolling.

Fortunately, because our home is situated in such a nice area, a buyer 
was found quite quickly. Within three weeks, the removal company had 
arrived and were busy taking our furniture and things to our new/old 
home. Naturally, our spanking and whipping items were taken separately 
in Keith's car. We didn't want the removal men seeing those!

When we eventually arrived at the house, the removal men were already 
waiting for us, and everything except our clothes and such like was put 
in the garage and the basement, because all the old furniture was still 
there, and we didn't have to move anything large in order to start 
living there.

The next day, which Keith had off from work, was spent packing away all 
of mum and dad's clothing and things, and put in the attic. When that 
was finally done, all of our things could be put in their place. That 
night, we were all very tired and Keith could only manage to make love 
to me once.

The next evening was a different story. Carol and I had just about 
finished arranging things to our satisfaction, when Keith came home. He 
told us that he had 'phoned Eric and Julie and invited them over for a 
small party. He had a huge grin on his face as he announced this, so 
Carol and I were left in no doubt what that would mean.

At seven-thirty, Julie and Eric arrived carrying two bottles of wine. 
We made ourselves comfortable in the lounge while Keith and Eric poured 
the wine into glasses and handed them around. A few glasses of wine 
later and I could sense we were all in the mood for some fun. Keith 
started the ball rolling by stating that as I had not been in the best 
of moods just lately, that he would cane me for it. I protested that I 
was only just getting over mum and dad's death, and how could I be 
feeling any different? Keith said, "I know this sounds a bit callous, 
but life must go on. You can't keep brooding about something. Now. Are 
you going to co-operate or do I have to get you ready myself?"

But I could tell from his face that he didn't really mean what he had 
just said, and I entered into the spirit of things quite willingly. 
After all, it must have been nearly three weeks since I had my bottom 
attended to. And that applied to Carol as well!

I stood up and smiled at both Carol and Julie. They too got up from 
their seats and helped me undress down to my underwear. Keith said that 
we would do without the 'horse' this time, and would our guests like to 
hold me across their laps while he swished my rear with a cane? They 
certainly would. Eric and Julie sat on the settee and I lay myself over 
Eric's lap and held on to Julie's stockinged thighs. Meanwhile, Carol 
had inserted herself next to Eric, and started to tease my fanny with 
her fingers. Keith left the room, and sought out the canes. He returned 
a moment later with two in his hands. One was fairly thick and the 
other just a bit smaller. He discarded the thicker one and flexed the 
other one. He then tried a few practice swings, and the sound it made 
sent shivers down my spine. Don't forget, it was about three weeks 
since I had heard the sound.

When he was sure that I was satisfactorily in position, he raised the 
cane to shoulder level and brought it zinging down on my waiting 
bottom. I had literally forgotten what the pain would be like. It was a 
good job that I was being securely held down, because I started bucking 
and trying to weave away from the source of the pain. Then Carol 
inserted two fingers in my quim, and both Julie and Eric tightened 
their grasp on me. Once the initial shock had passed, I relaxed and 
accepted the rest of the caning. Keith was careful not to hurt me too 
much and I was grateful for that, because as he landed the last stroke 
on me, I had an orgasm. Then Keith cast aside the cane, and Eric 
started spanking me. I was writhing away like mad, but even so I still 
managed to get one of my hands under Julie's legs and up to her pussy, 
where my fingers went eagerly to work.

When I was allowed to rise, I noticed that I had left a damp patch on 
Eric's trousers. So to make amends, I fell to my knees in front of him, 
unzipped, with difficulty, his fly and withdrew his swollen cock from 
its confine, and gave him a great blow-job. He squirted his come onto 
my face, and both Carol and Julie got down beside me and licked the lot 
off!

A moment later, Eric announced that Julie had been neglecting her 
household duties. Her major offence was to have not laundered Eric's 
shirts that week. This was something he had always insisted on, because 
he was expected to be clean and smart for his work at all times. Keith 
asked Eric if he wanted to use one of the canes, or perhaps he could 
locate the 'Tri-lash' or some belts for his use. Eric said that he 
would spank his wife first before caning her. So action was suited to 
deed and Julie found herself lying over Eric's lap with skirt tucked up 
out of the way and panties pulled down and off her shapely legs. I 
could see that she had been caned quite recently as her bottom was 
covered with fading weals. Before Eric could start spanking his wife, I 
kissed and licked her bottom all over, leaving it quite wet! I sat back 
on my heels, and watched intently as Eric spanked Julie's nice, wet 
bottom. The sound of wet skin being slapped was a lot louder than 
normal, and so were her moans!

Eric spanked Julie for a full six minutes, and her cries of pain were 
genuine. He had really hurt her, but when he finished the spanking, 
Eric took the cane from Keith and laid into her blazing bottom with it. 
He administered ten strokes with it and then offered the cane back to 
Keith whom he invited to finish this punishment with a further ten 
strokes. Keith duly did as he was asked. After the twentieth stroke, 
Julie was just a blubbering mass of trembling flesh. I helped Julie up 
and laid her gently face down on the floor. Carol joined me in salving 
her bottom with our lips and tongues. A moment later, Carol got up and 
went to the kitchen and returned with a jar of honey. I stopped my 
ministrations while she poured some of the golden nectar from the jar 
on to her thoroughly reddened buttocks, and let some flow down between 
her thighs onto her anus and pussy. She put the jar to one side and we 
both continued where we had left off. The honey really is a healer. In 
no time at all, Julie had stopped crying and the weals had begun to 
fade before our very eyes! Just a few minutes later, with the honey 
licked off by Carol and I, Julie was as right as nine-pence! She was 
smiling beautifully as Carol and I helped her from the floor and sat 
her down, back on the settee.

"That was one heck of a caning," said Julie, "but thanks to the honey I 
feel all right now." She turned to Eric, and said, "But don't think 
that will give you the liberty to whack me really hard whenever you 
feel like it, I don't think I could take that sort of punishment too 
often." Eric smiled at her and said, "Don't worry. I won't try that too 
often because I don't want you ending up in hospital badly hurt." They 
kissed each other to show there were no hard feelings between them.

Carol then turned to Keith and said "Having seen that, I think I could 
go to a full thirty strokes with the 'Tri-lash', laid on hard."

"Are you sure, Carol? After all, although you've had that many before, 
I hadn't used it severely then. But if you think you can take thirty 
hard strokes, then I will comply with your wishes in this instance. But 
be warned, they will be hard strokes. Are you still sure?"

"Y-Yes." Then more positively, "I'm sure. Just as long as I can bury my 
face in Julie or Linda's pussy while I bend over the end of the settee, 
and that someone is ready with the honey afterwards."

"OK." said Keith. "Which of you two ladies would like to volunteer for 
that job?" Julie said she would be only too pleased to. And so saying, 
she undressed completely except for her stockings and suspenders and 
positioned herself on the settee by lying on her back and opening her 
legs wide. Carol got herself in position lying over the arm of the 
settee and made sure she was comfortable and could bury her face in 
Julie's fanny. Then Carol raised her head and told Keith that he could 
begin. She returned her face to Julie's crutch. Then Keith started 
whipping her. He raised the 'Tri-lash' above his head and brought the 
implement down on her buttocks hard. Carol bucked and her face was 
driven into Julie's pussy with some force. I could tell that Julie 
would enjoy this session by the way her face lit up as Carol's face 
shot forward into her. Then the second lash came down equally as hard 
as the first, and Julie's face was contorting with the pleasure she was 
receiving from Carol.

By the time Keith had delivered half the prescribed number of strokes, 
I think Julie must have had at least three orgasms. Because of the 
force of the whipping, Keith was tiring fast, and so he gave the 'Tri-
lash' to Eric who continued where Keith had left off. Because Eric was 
fairly fresh, his strokes were stronger than Keith's. Julie realised 
this, and took hold of Carol's hands in her own, in order to hold her 
in position.

When the thirty strokes had been finally given, Carol slowly got up 
with some assistance from me, and then lay face down on the freshly 
vacated settee seat. I poured about half a jar of honey over her 
ferociously wealed bottom, and started massaging it gently in. Julie 
joined me in doing this, and not too long afterwards, Carol had stopped 
crying, and actually had a smile on her lovely face.

When Carol seemed over the worse of her whipping and was sitting not 
too uncomfortably on the settee, Keith asked me if I wanted a measure 
of the same treatment. I said I would think about it. Then Julie said, 
"Look, Linda. The actual whipping hurt like hell, but what with the 
honey being applied straight afterwards, the hurt went away quite 
quickly, and as you can see for yourself, we're both fine now. Perhaps 
Carol would confirm what I've just said." Carol said, "Yes, the 
whipping did hurt more than usual, but the 'afters' more than make up 
for it. The pain has just about gone, and I'm feeling fine."

"I'd still like a few minutes to think about it, if that's OK." I said. 
"Sure." said Keith. "While you think about it, let's all have a drink."

Keith poured drinks for everyone while I thought hard about the 
possible ordeal waiting for me. Looking at Carol and Julie, it didn't 
take me long to reach a decision that I wanted - no, needed - to be 
whipped severely, and also how I wanted it done.

I explained what I wanted, and it was arranged in just a moment. The 
settee was brought out into the middle of the room, and Carol laid on 
it in the same way as Julie had done. I positioned myself over the arm 
and made myself fairly comfortable. Then the two men, as arranged, 
stood to each side of me, each armed with a cane. Then I indicated that 
I was ready, and Keith raised his cane above his head and brought it 
swinging down on me. As Keith was laying the first stroke on, Eric was 
raising his cane, ready to whip down on my bottom just as soon as 
Keith's cane had cleared the target. This alternating of strokes from 
the two men carried on until each had delivered twenty very hard 
strokes. I didn't want more than forty strokes because of my caning at 
the beginning of the evening. I was in agony towards the end, but the 
fact I had my face buried in Carol's pussy, helped me to endure the 
whipping. Carol, from the looks of her, had also enjoyed my intimate 
attentions.

I soon found myself laying face down on the settee, getting honey 
massaged into my blazing bottom, and also down into my cunny. Both 
Carol and Julie had been right. The pain was rapidly subsiding, and in 
seemingly no time at all, I was able to sit upright with no help from 
anyone.

Keith then said, "I'm proud of you girls. You took those severe 
whippings very well indeed. And as for the honey, I'm now convinced 
that it has great healing properties, and you all seem none the worse 
for your ordeals. If you find that you want such severe whippings in 
the future, then may I ask that it be done no more than say, once a 
month or so. I don't want any of you getting badly hurt. The idea is 
not to torture you." I said, "I don't think I could take a beating like 
that too often anyway, and perhaps once every two months would 
suffice."

"It's entirely up to you how often and how much you want." said Keith.

Then I mentioned that my pussy wanted fulfilment, and so Keith stripped 
off straight away, his cock was ready, he laid down on the floor, and I 
gratefully impaled myself on him. Gently at first, to get into the 
rhythm of things, and then faster and faster and faster. After just a 
few minutes, I could feel myself rising to a peak of utter 
satisfaction. Then Keith sensed that I was just about to explode with 
ecstasy, and so he let himself ejaculate at the same time. When my 
orgasm had subsided, I slumped forward, still with Keith's cock inside 
me.

I gathered my senses and stood up straight, with my legs still to 
either side of Keith's body. When I had done that, my pussy leaked, and 
covered Keith with a large amount of his spunk and my fanny juices, 
with some of the mixture running down the inside of my thighs. Julie 
launched herself at Keith in order to slurp up the delicious 
concoction, while at the same time, Carol pushed me back on the settee, 
and started doing the same to me. While she was doing that, Eric, not 
wanting to be left out, knelt down behind Carol, and forced his way in 
to her pussy. It didn't take him long to cum, and when he did, he 
ejaculated over Carol's lower back. Then something extraordinary 
happened. Eric pulled himself a little way back from Carol, leaned 
forward, and started to lick up his own spunk! Then he turned Carol's 
face to his, and transferred the sticky mixture to her mouth in a very 
sloppy kiss. He then told us that he had wondered what his spunk tasted 
like, and this seemed like a good way to try it!

Just to round the evening off, the men gave each of us girls a gentle 
spanking. It was a good job the spanking was only gentle. Then it was 
time for our guests to leave. Eric and Julie got dressed, said good-
night, and left, and because we three were pretty well shagged out, we 
went straight to bed. "I love you one hell of a lot." said Keith. "And 
I love you lots as well, darling."  I replied. We kissed passionately, 
eventually said good-night, turned over and went to sleep.

The next morning, when I got up, I went over to the full length mirror 
in the wardrobe, and examined my bottom. I was pleasantly surprised to 
find that there were only a few weals showing up faintly. I pressed my 
hand into my buttocks to see if there was any tenderness there. There 
was some, like the morning after I've had a good hand spanking. By this 
evening I reckoned my bottom would be fit again. I went into Carol's 
room and asked her how she felt this morning. She said she felt fine, 
but had just a little tenderness in her bottom. "Have a look for me, 
will you?" she asked. She rolled over onto her front and I had a close 
look at her bottom. "Just a few fading weals and a little redness here 
and there." I said. "You'll be fit again quite soon, like me!" I gave 
her a gentle pat on the bottom, and flounced out to get a shower.

I finished my shower, having enjoyed the refreshing spray on my body, 
when Carol came in for one as well. I went downstairs to fix breakfast 
for the two of us. Carol came down about ten minutes later, dressed 
only in a dressing gown and slippers.

"I've been thinking," she said, "about getting myself a part time job 
or something. It's not really fair on Keith to pay for everything I 
want. So I'm going into town this morning to see what's available." I 
told her, "There's no need, you know. Keith is quite happy with things 
the way they are. But if you feel you want to help out, then that's 
fine by me. Only trouble is, I'm going to get quite lonely on my own."

"Why don't you come with me and see about some work as well." said 
Carol. I thought for a moment and said, "Not just at the moment. I want 
to sound Keith out about it first. I don't want to upset him over 
this."

"OK.," said Carol, "but I still want to see what's available in this 
area."

So off she went to catch the bus into town. Instantly, I felt lonely, 
so I made myself some more coffee, took it into the lounge with me, and 
started listening to some classical music. Partly out of curiosity, I 
put Ravel's Bolero on. I remember seeing Torville and Dean ice dancing 
to that music in the Olympics or something. The music seemed to 
mesmerise me in a way. The incessant beat of the music had me thinking 
about being spanked in time to it. But I soon put that idea to the back 
of my mind when I realised that the piece lasted for something like 
fifteen or sixteen minutes, gaining in intensity all the time. But you 
never know. It might be fun to try being spanked in time to it sometime 
in the future.

Anyway. I spent the rest of the morning engrossed with listening to 
more music. Then Carol returned home. She had an interview for a job at 
a local health club for women that afternoon. I asked her what it would 
involve. She said, "I'm not really sure. But it's probably something 
like manicuring or make-up advise and demonstrations for the clients. 
Or probably being an attendant in the sauna and steam room areas, or 
some such thing. Anyway. I'll find out when I see them this afternoon. 
My appointment is at three o'clock, so I'll have to leave here on the 
one o'clock bus."

Carol had another shower and changed into more fresh clothes. I got a 
light lunch ready, and we ate that. Then she had to go. I wished her 
luck and saw her walk to the bus stop. I went back inside the house, 
and made myself busy with some chores that needed doing. I did the 
laundry, hung it out to dry and then cleaned the bedrooms out. By that 
time, Carol had just come back with a big smile on her face.

"I've got the job!" she beamed. "It involves doing general duties in 
the club, such as helping out where needed, and doing beauty treatment. 
They're going to teach me how to do that properly."

"Properly!", I said. "But you are beautiful anyway. What can they teach 
you that you don't already know?"

"Oh. All sorts of things. Like how to do a massage, learn what oils and 
lotions to apply, and how. All that sort of thing. I'm really looking 
forward to it. They have asked me to start on Monday morning. But I 
will only be there for three mornings a week. Mondays, Tuesdays and 
Thursdays. I'll be earning about thirty-five pounds a week, before 
stoppages. But when they think I've learned enough, then I'll be on 
nearly sixty pounds a week. Not bad is it? But that won't be for at 
least a year."

I congratulated her on getting the job, and asked if they had any 
vacancies for me. "Sorry, Linda. But there was only the one job open. 
Don't worry too much about being on your own, it is only three mornings 
a week. And if you want to, you can always borrow my vibrator to keep 
you company!"

"Thanks a bunch!" I said rather sarcastically. "I'd sooner be here with 
you. But I know this job means a lot to you, so I'm not going to stand 
in your way. Go ahead and enjoy the job. You never know, but you might 
meet some interesting people there."

"Thanks, Linda. I knew you'd understand."

With that, she came over to where I was sitting, and gave me a 
passionate kiss. "You shouldn't have done that, Carol. I'll be even 
worse now when you're at work!"

"Don't be silly! It's just four hours a morning, and if you can't do 
without me in that time, then you need a friend who is sympathetic to 
your desires."

"Come off it, my girl. The only friend I have, apart from you, is 
Julie. And she works full time." I said. "Maybe there'll be someone at 
the club who will visit you occasionally. Leave that to me. In the 
meantime," she paused, "I want you. Now!"

She quickly removed her top clothes and stood in front of me. I was 
still sitting down, when she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. 
She spun me round, unzipped my dress, pulled my panties down and spun 
me round to face her again. She gave me a sizzling kiss on the mouth, 
and then pushed me onto my back on the carpet. She lay down on top of 
me in the sixty-nine position, and started nuzzling my pussy. She had a 
great technique, so I was soon turned on, and reciprocating in the best 
way I could. Suddenly, we rolled over so that I was on top of her, and 
in that instant, she had inserted a finger into my bum; all the while 
she kept her face buried in my pussy. That finger was eased in and out, 
rotated, everything a finger could do. In seconds, I was climbing the 
orgasmic stairway to heaven! I was shuddering like a leaf as my orgasm 
broke in waves over me. Carol sensed this, and came at the same time 
too. But it didn't stop there. She kept her face in my pussy and her 
finger in my bum, and brought me to another orgasm soon after.

Just then, Keith came home from work, and saw us in our intimate 
embrace. He simply smiled and was about to go out of the room when 
Carol called him back. She got up off the floor, went over to Keith, 
gave him a huge kiss, removed his coat and jacket, and pushed him onto 
the settee. Then she knelt down in front of him and opened his fly. She 
pulled out his cock, and proceeded to give him a blow job. A few 
minutes later, he ejaculated his spunk down her throat. When he had 
recovered his senses, he said, "That was great, Carol. But what was it 
for?" She told him all about the job. Keith was not very amused by that 
news. He said, "Well, that's gratitude for you. I work hard to provide 
for you both and you go and kick me in the balls. Aren't you satisfied 
with what you get?" Carol replied, "Of course I am. It's just that I 
want to help out, and to not be totally reliant on you providing me 
with the things I need."

"Noble sentiments indeed," said Keith. "Put like that, well, I suppose 
it'll be all right. But I do wish you'd talked to me about it first. 
When did you know about all this, Linda?"

"This morning, after you'd gone to work," I said.

He then said to Carol, "When did you get this idea, and why?"

"I thought it about it last night because I want some new clothes and 
things, and knowing how you feel about buying new stuff before the old 
is past use, I thought about getting a job to pay for them. That way, 
you wouldn't be so upset when I did buy some new things. Also, I will 
be able to buy us all something in the way of a small luxury every now 
and then, to show my appreciation to you both."

"Hmm...," Keith mumbled. "I appreciate the reason, but you should still 
have talked to me about it first. Come here." Carol went to him, and he 
grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap as quick as a flash. "You 
should have talked to me first," he was saying as he spanked her 
bottom. "If you had, maybe I wouldn't be spanking you like this now!" 
He carried on spanking her for another two or three minutes. Through 
her sobs, I could hear her saying she was sorry, and that she would 
turn down the job first thing in the morning. "No need to do that. I've 
started spanking, so I'll finish, and you can take the job." He stopped 
spanking her when her entire bottom was a vivid red. He let her go and 
she sank to her knee's. She said through her sobs, "I'm sorry Keith. I 
know I should have asked for your permission, but I was afraid you 
would say no. This job means a lot to me. I'm sorry."

"OK. You've been punished, and that's the end of it." said Keith. "Does 
that mean I can still take the job?" asked Carol, cheering up. "Yes it 
does." Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she smothered Keith 
with kisses.

All this time, I had been sitting in an easy chair, rather bemused by 
the events. Keith turned to me and said, "You may as well be spanked 
too for not discouraging her." I didn't mind. I got up and draped 
myself over his lap ready for a spanking. His hand came cracking down 
for about three minutes - less than he had done with Carol. After all, 
he knew I wasn't to blame for Carol's ideas.

After that, Carol got Keith's dinner ready, and served it to him, still 
wearing only her stockings and suspenders, bra and shoes. While he was 
eating his dinner, I asked him if he had had any thoughts about doing 
up the basement into a 'games' room. He replied that he hadn't given it 
much thought, but we would talk about it when he had finished eating.

The dinner things were cleared away, and we all sat together on the 
settee. Various ideas were suggested, rejected, brought up again until 
finally we had a pretty good idea of what we wanted. These ideas 
included getting a new whipping 'horse'; covering the floor in a 
covering that would be both warm to the touch and washable; setting up 
a permanent enema stand; installing a whipping post; putting in a drain 
to the main sewer for when we had wet games sessions; making a suitable 
cabinet in which to keep the canes, belts and other implements and a 
cabinet for any sex toys we wanted to use.

We then drew up a priority list for getting things done. The first 
would be to get the drain installed. That proved quite easy actually, 
because the main sewer was just outside the basement wall and slightly 
below it. It would involve merely cutting a hole through the wall, 
connecting a pipe to the outside, and down into the sewer. In fact 
Keith was able to do that the very next evening. The walls were in good 
condition in the basement, so only needed touching up with a bit of 
plaster, and a coat of paint. When that was done, I went into town to 
the local flooring specialist, and ordered some floor tiles. They 
arrived the next morning, and Carol and I spent the rest of that day 
laying them down.

But one thing I couldn't have helped noticing was the fact that it was 
quite cold in the basement. So Keith installed an electric wall-mounted 
heater. It still looked like any ordinary, empty, basement. We needed 
to furnish it now, and so we drew up another list of things needed to 
do that. Carol searched the furniture shops in town for a suitable 
suite of furniture that would be easy to keep clean, and wouldn't break 
up through any excessive use. She found one set, but the cost was 
nearly prohibitive at just under a thousand pounds. She told Keith 
about it, and he said that he would go and have a look at it, and if it 
was suitable, then he would order it. After all, he did have enough to 
spare for it after the sale of the house.

The suite arrived a week later, and in the meantime, Keith had been to 
see an old school pal who was in the joinery business. He got him to 
make a couple of cabinets to his specifications, but without telling 
his friend of their true purpose. They arrived a few days after the 
suite of furniture. By now, the basement was looking like any normal 
sitting room. All we needed now was a whipping 'horse', and maybe one 
or two other things. I suggested to the other two that we shouldn't 
tell either Eric or Julie about this room until it was completed and 
ready to use. We'll give them a surprise.

We had in fact been entertained by Eric and Julie at their place - on 
the day the furniture arrived at our home - where they had obtained 
some polythene sheeting, and we took part in their wet games, followed 
by a lengthy session of mild caning and hard spanking.

A week later and the basement was ready except for a mattress. I 
suggested that we get one or two of the inflatable mattresses that are 
normally used for going camping. They are made of a rubbery material, 
and so would be waterproof, and not too cold to the touch. These were 
duly obtained. Now the basement was ready. We decided that our Friday 
get-together with the Smith's would be the grand opening night. We 
would need to think up something rather special for that, but Friday 
was still three days away, and so there was plenty of time to think 
something up.

I had asked Keith not to whip or spank either Carol or myself for the 
few days leading up to Friday, as I wanted us to be in peak condition 
for the nights events. He agreed, but said that if either of us 
warranted a seeing to in those few days, then he would take it out of 
us in front of Julie and Eric.

Although we didn't go out of our way to warrant getting a whipping, 
none-the-less, he did get upset over a few relatively minor 
occurrences; such as when I burnt his dinner on Thursday and Friday 
evenings in succession, and when Carol 'cheeked' him on Thursday 
morning before he left for work.

Eric and Julie Smith arrived punctually at seven-thirty. I showed them 
into the lounge and Keith poured drinks for us all. Eric said, "This 
evening, I intend that Julie should be well and truly whipped. The 
other day, she had the audacity to call me a weak, soft wimp! Soft I 
may be, but I am not weak and I am definitely not a wimp. I'm sure 
that's been proved in the past." We nodded concurrence. "What's more, 
she reckoned that I'm past it! Would you believe it. Past it!"

"There's no way you're past it," said Keith. "I can't imagine why Julie 
should say such things. But I agree, she must be punished. Not only 
that, but both Linda and Carol have caused me consternation this week, 
and they too will be severely dealt with. But first, we have a bit of a 
surprise for you. Follow me." He led us all out of the lounge and down 
into the basement. "Great!" said Eric. "Is it sound-proofed?"

"I don't know, yet," said Keith. "Let's find out! While I'm  giving 
Linda the thrashing she deserves, perhaps you wouldn't mind popping 
outside and, if you can hear anything, let me know. It wouldn't be too 
much problem sound-proofing a room like this, but not tonight!"

Julie was looking round the room admiringly, when Keith said to me, 
"Prepare yourself!" Carol and Julie came to help me undress, but Keith 
ordered that I should undress myself. I stripped off slowly, and went 
to wait by the 'horse'. Keith went over to the cabinet containing the 
canes, selected a medium weight one and then tied me to the 'horse'. He 
laid into me hard, and after just six strokes, I began crying very 
loudly. Just then, Eric got up and went outside the house to see if he 
could hear anything emanating from the basement. He stayed outside 
about three or four minutes before I realised that he had returned. 
After Keith had laid on twenty strokes, he replaced the cane in the 
cupboard and asked Eric what sounds he had heard. Eric said, "Not much. 
All I heard were a few muted cries and nothing else. Was she making 
much noise down here?" Keith replied that I indeed had made a lot of 
noise. "Good. You don't need to sound-proof the place then. If someone 
came along to the house while you were dealing with one of the girls, 
then I'm sure they wouldn't know what the sounds were," said Eric.

"Now. Would you mind very much, Keith, if I whipped my wife?"

"Come on, Eric. You know our rules. I will whip the girls first, and 
then you." said Keith. "OK., but it must be quite severe this time,"

"Don't I always?"

"Yes. Sorry. I want you to give Julie twenty lashes with your 'Tri-
lash', after which I will continue with a further twenty with a light 
cane." said Eric. Julie was looking very pale at this announcement. She 
said quietly, "Will there be any honey to soothe me afterwards?" Eric 
said, "No. There won't. I want you to feel the full weight of my wrath, 
and suffer with it for a long time so that you remember why you've been 
severely dealt with." He turned to Keith, and said, "Would you care to 
prepare her for the 'horse', Keith?" He nodded, undressed Julie and 
tied her to the 'horse' so recently vacated by me.

He went back to the cupboard and took down the 'Tri-lash' from its 
place. He looked it over for any sign of wearing out. Keith said to 
Eric, "Sorry, Eric. I won't be able to use this anymore. Two of the 
three rods are split here at the handle, and I don't want to use 
something that's likely to break in use. Therefore, I'll use a light 
cane on her. Is that all right with you?"

"Certainly, Keith. In that case, will you give her twenty-five strokes 
with it, and I'll follow up with the other half. Lay them on hard, but 
not so that you draw blood, if you can help it."

"I'll be careful, as always," said Keith. With that, he positioned 
himself to one side of the still form of Julie, and proceeded to cane 
her bottom.

That cane was particularly whippy, and I just knew what she would be 
going through. She was screaming her head off after about seven 
strokes, and continued to scream and sob until Keith had stopped and 
handed the cane to Eric. He gave her a minute or two to calm down, and 
when she had stopped screaming, and was quietly sobbing, he raised the 
cane and brought it lashing down on her bright red, tramline ridden 
buttocks. She was soon screaming herself hoarse again, and had all but 
passed out by the time he had laid on stroke number fifty. The only 
time I had experienced anything like that caning was at the boarding 
school with my second public flogging, when I received something like 
forty strokes of the cane followed by about a hundred with the birch.

Julie was untied from the 'horse' after the fiftieth stroke of that 
thin cane, from where she collapsed to the floor, still crying out 
loudly. "That was a severe caning, Julie," said Eric. "I hope you 
remember what will happen if you ever insult me like you did, again." 
From the floor, I heard Julie say, between sobs, that she was ever so, 
ever so sorry. "Please forgive me,... and love me, Eric."

On hearing those words, Eric picked her up gently, and equally gently, 
laid her carefully on the inflatable mattress. He sat down by her, and 
took her head in his arms, whispering to her that he was sorry that she 
had been whipped severely, and hoped he wouldn't ever have to whip her 
like that again. Within a few minutes, Julie had recovered sufficiently 
to get up from the mattress by herself, and walk stiffly around the 
room. A smile soon found its way to her mouth, as she went over to 
Eric, and kissed him, again saying she was ever so sorry.

Then she was up and looking around the room again. "All right if I look 
in these cupboards?" she asked no one in particular. Keith said, "Sure. 
Help yourself." She opened the cupboard containing the small collection 
of 'aids'. In fact, it only contained a vibrator and some Vaseline at 
the moment, plus some spare batteries. Julie took the vibrator and went 
back to the mattress, and laid down carefully on it. Her pussy was 
already sopping wet, so the caning must have got her turned on to some 
extent. The vibrator slipped inside her with no problem at all. She was 
soon revelling in the sensations that the vibrator was imparting to 
her, and in no time at all, she was shaking like a leaf as an orgasm 
swept her body. She looked lovely, just lying there, pleasuring 
herself.

But before the waves or orgasm left her, Keith said, "Right. Carol. 
It's your turn to get a thrashing now. Don't forget what it's for. But 
in case you had forgotten, and for the benefit of our guests, I'll 
remind you. Remember yesterday morning, just before I left for work, 
you had the nerve to say to me that I hadn't the strength in my 'old 
bones' to take the skin off a rice pudding?. Well that's even worse, in 
my view, than Linda burning my dinner two nights in succession. Your 
punishment will be as follows: Five minutes of hard spanking, followed 
by twenty five strokes with a strap, followed by twenty with a cane, 
all with just a minute between courses. Get ready!"

Carol undressed herself down to her undies, and positioned herself 
across Keith's lap. He himself drew her panties down, and off her long 
legs. Keith wasted no time in laying into her ample buttocks. Just a 
few minutes later, her bottom was turning from a pale colour, through 
pink to bright red. Keith certainly had a very effective hand! Her 
spanking over, she rose from his lap and obediently went and stood by 
the 'horse'. There, Keith fastened her down, and went to the cupboard 
to get a suitable strap. He selected a tawse that Eric had given him 
some time ago. He measured his swing and started blasting away at my 
sister's bottom. Twenty five strokes were promised, and twenty five 
strokes she received; all blisteringly hard strokes. In fact she 
started screaming quite loudly after about a dozen. I would have to say 
that the tawse was nearly - but not quite - as painful as a medium 
cane. The tawsing over, she was allowed a minute to regain some 
composure. I could hear her breathing settling down to a near normal 
rhythm.

Then Keith picked up a medium cane. He gave her half the prescribed 
number of strokes, and then offered the cane to Eric to finish off the 
punishment. This he naturally did, and with the added gusto from Eric, 
who had recovered most of his strength after whipping his wife, had 
Carol screaming hysterically by the time he laid on the final stroke. 
She was untied, and she threw herself onto the cool rubber mattress, 
trying to take the burning out of her bottom. Slowly, she stopped 
sobbing, and grabbing the vibrator that Julie had left there, stuffed 
it in her pussy, switched it on, and masturbated herself to an orgasm. 
She admitted that, although the whipping had hurt a lot, she had still 
been turned on by being whipped in front of us all.

There was to be no more whipping that evening; we girls had suffered 
enough for one night! Then our guests were just about to leave, when I 
said to Julie, that next time they came round - hopefully next week - 
we would include some 'wet games', and if she had any ideas on the 
subject, would she pass them on to me before they arrived? She agreed, 
then said good night.

We had just seen them drive away, when Keith complained that he needed 
some relieving. We all went back to the basement, where Carol and I 
undressed him, and then pushed him onto his back on the mattress. Carol 
started to gobble at his cock, while I sat on his face. His prick was 
soon standing to attention, so Carol climbed on top of him, while he 
teased my pussy with his mouth. It wasn't long before he had his first 
climax of the night, and it wasn't long after that, that our positions 
were reversed, and I found myself impaled on his luscious cock. That 
seemed to satisfy him for one night, so we all trooped up to bed. Carol 
shared our bed that night; the first time she had done so since we had 
moved in. But we were all too tired, or just plain sore, to want any 
more sex, so we just went to sleep in each others arms.

Saturday morning dawned with the sun shining. But we were so warm and 
comfortable just lying there in bed, that we didn't bother to get up 
straight away. I must have dozed off again, because when I re-awoke, I 
found Keith muff-diving me. What a wonderful way to begin the day! He 
soon had me on the brink of an orgasm. I climaxed, and then Carol took 
his place at my pussy. Keith positioned himself behind my sister, and 
was soon pumping away at her. It didn't take him long to climax, and 
both Carol and I followed just a few seconds later. Then I had to get 
up, because my bladder felt as though it was on the point of bursting. 
But Carol pushed me back onto the bed, and when I protested that I 
desperately needed a pee, all she said was, "Fine. Go ahead." Well. I 
couldn't hold out for much longer, so I thought, 'What the hell!', and 
let fly into her waiting mouth. How she managed to do that without 
spilling too much, was beyond me. When my stream had subsided, I felt 
the sheets to see if they were very wet or not. But all I could feel 
were two or three damp spots. She had taken just about every drop of 
pee from my bladder!

Then Keith mentioned that he too, needed to pee. I just opened my mouth 
wide, and he started squirting his yellow fluid down my throat. I 
wasn't so lucky as Carol, as I couldn't swallow his piss fast enough. A 
lot of it went over my breasts and belly, and soaked into the bottom 
sheet and mattress! He didn't seem to care, though, and carried on 
until his bladder was empty as well. But the taste was quite nice, 
although perhaps a bit strong. Then Carol said she wanted a pee as 
well, and Keith eagerly volunteered (it was his turn, anyway) for the 
job. Her bladder must have had more pee in it than either Keith's or 
mine. She squirted her offering into his mouth and onto his face and 
chest, for about a minute. When she did stop, Keith kept his mouth 
pressed over her pee-hole and pussy, and slurped up all the remaining 
drops. She experienced another orgasm as he did that!

Then I suggested that we all get up out of bed, and try and dry the 
mattress, before the piss soaked in too far. We all fell out of the 
bed, and I ripped the duvet and sheets off. Then Carol went to the 
kitchen and brought back with her a roll of kitchen tissue. That was 
pressed down into the wettest parts, and fortunately, most of the piss 
was soaked up. I went to my dressing table and got my hair-drier. I 
switched it on and wafted the hot air back and forth over the dampest 
parts. It soon dried out, and I said to the other two, that if we 
wanted to do that again, then we would have to put a plastic under-
sheet on the bed. It was all right to wash sheets and the like, but it 
wasn't feasible to wash a mattress. They agreed, and Keith said that he 
would see to it that that was done. Keith then said, "Now I've got such 
a liking for the taste of piss, I wouldn't mind doing this every 
morning. If you like, it will be our way of helping to conserve the 
national water supplies! After all, we wouldn't need to flush the loo 
every time one of us uses it."

"That doesn't quite make sense," I said. "We all still have the other 
to do every morning."

"You mean, have a crap?" said Keith. "Yes," I replied. "You're right, 
of course. I'd forgotten about that. Silly me," he said in a boyishly, 
embarrassed, sort of way.

Anyway. We all trooped out of the bedroom and went to use the bathroom. 
Keith got in there first, and plonked himself down on the toilet seat. 
He sat there for about five minutes, doing his 'morning 
constitutional', as he called it, while he read the morning paper. Now 
normally, he doesn't leave much smell behind him, but this time, for 
some reason, his 'perfume' was really quite bad. So bad in fact, that 
Carol and I had to leave. I shouted to him from outside the bathroom, 
'make sure you open the window, and get rid of that smell!' Well. About 
five minutes later, I ventured back to the bathroom and popped my head 
round the door and took a sniff of the air. The smell was still there, 
but not as bad as it was a few minutes earlier. Keith was under the 
shower, and invited me to join him. I said I'd give it another few 
minutes before I did that. Carol came out of her room then, and she 
also popped her head round the door and took a sniff. She said it 
wasn't too bad, and anyway, she needed to go. So she did. And I decided 
to go in as well. Carol had sat herself on the still warm seat, and did 
her business. Then I followed suit. When I had finished, I joined Carol 
under the shower, and as Keith had finished his shower, there was 
enough room for the two of us. I soaped her body all over, paying 
particular attention to her breasts, belly and pussy areas. I also 
soaped her bum for her! We both finished at the same time, and helped 
each other to get dry. Then we donned dressing gowns and slippers, and 
went down to the kitchen, where Keith had started getting the breakfast 
things ready.

As we sat at the table, eating breakfast and drinking fresh coffee, 
Carol chirped up with, "Well, apart from when we each have to use the 
loo in the morning, for the other, if we want to, why not drink each 
others piss. We all enjoy it, so why not?"

"Why not?" I said. "I'll tell you why not. I don't mind doing it 
occasionally, but certainly not at any time one of us needs a pee. 
Occasionally, it would be fun, but not all the time. That's for sure! 
What do you think, Keith?" Keith replied, "I tend to agree with you, 
love. To do it occasionally would be fun, not to mention the fact there 
would be a sense of 'naughtiness' about it. Now that would make it fun! 
Or how about wetting yourself in public? You know. Going out on a rainy 
day in town, and just standing there with piss running down your legs. 
No one would notice, but I'm sure you would get a kick out of it!"

"In public!" I exclaimed. What do you think we are: Trollops?"

"No. Of course not. It was only a suggestion." Things went quiet then. 
We finished breakfast, and Carol went back to her room to dress. I went 
to get dressed shortly afterwards, and Carol came into my room. She 
said, "What Keith said down-stairs has got me thinking. I'm sure you 
realise what all this intimate pissing does for me, so I've just had 
the thought that why shouldn't I, or we, wet ourselves in public. As 
Keith said, no one would notice if it was raining, and even if it 
wasn't raining, think of the thrill it would give me wetting myself 
like that."

"Well. It's up to you of course. But I don't fancy the idea at all. 
Anyway. Where would the thrill be if no one knew what you were doing?" 
I said. "I've thought of that too." Carol replied. "I've come up with 
the idea of 'chastity knickers'! I've got a thin dress belt which I 
could stitch into a pair of knickers and tights, which would then be 
padlocked closed. Naturally, I would have to leave the key at home so I 
would have to wet myself when the need arose! Now that would be 
thrilling for me. What do you think?" I replied, "As I said earlier. 
This pissing lark is fine if it's in intimate company - occasionally - 
but I think you're going too far. What if you got caught short, and 
couldn't get your knickers and tights off? Then what would happen? I'll 
tell you!" I said without waiting for a reply. "You'd mess yourself up 
something rotten, and you certainly wouldn't be able to come home on 
the bus or in a taxi, and don't even think about calling me or Keith 
for a lift. You wouldn't get one! So think about it carefully before 
you decide to follow that particular route, my girl!"

"Sorry, Linda. I didn't think you'd take it like that. It was only a 
thought anyway. Let's forget about it for now, eh!" Calming down, I 
said, "All right."

We had just finished lunch, when the 'phone rang. It was Julie, 
sounding rather excited. She said, "Guess what. Eric has just got hold 
of some - well I suppose you'd call them - erotic novels. Well in one 
of them, there's all these drawings of machines and equipment used in 
brothels in the last century. And one in particular caught my eye. It's 
rather like your 'horse', only it looks a lot more comfy. It looks like 
the person on it is riding a big motor-bike, because you're stretched 
out quite a bit, like you were hanging on to the handle-bars. But the 
really interesting bit is just under where your pubes would be. There's 
an aperture, so that if you want to piss, or can't help pissing, then 
it will go straight through the hole and into a bucket, or - more 
likely - someone's mouth! How does that grab you?"

I told her that I wasn't in the right frame of mind to discuss things 
like urine, and went on to tell her about the ideas that Carol had come 
up with that morning, and how I didn't want to know. But she pumped me 
for details of what Carol had said, and when I had finished, she 
sounded even more excited. She told me in no uncertain terms that I was 
being frumpish, and that Carols ideas were great! She was almost having 
an orgasm just thinking about it! So I told her, that if that is want 
they wanted to do, then by all means, go ahead and try it. I wished her 
well, but I'm sure I didn't sound convincing. I then asked her if she 
wanted to talk to Carol about all this, and she replied in the 
affirmative. I called out to Carol, and told her that Julie wanted to 
speak to her about something. Carol came through from the lounge and 
took the handset from me, and I went to the kitchen to do the washing-
up.

Carol popped her head round the kitchen door a few minutes later, and 
said that she was going to see Julie. I said, "Look. I know why you're 
going to see Julie, but be careful. I don't want to have to bail you 
out from the police station for any reason. OK?"

"Don't worry so much. We'll be all right. You'll see." she said. And 
with that, she went to her room, got a coat and went to catch the bus.

I continued with the washing-up, and when that was done, I went into 
the lounge where Keith was sitting, listening to some music. He looked 
up at me when I entered the room, and he said, "What's up? You don't 
look very happy about something." He paused, and then continued, "Do 
you want to talk about it?"

"Would you mind?" I said. "Of course not. Just a moment and I'll turn 
the music down." He got up, and went to the stereo and turned the 
volume down to a level whereby we could both speak without being 
drowned out. I sat on the settee next to him, and told him all about 
Carol's and Julie's ideas, and that Carol had just left to see Julie to 
make arrangements for their 'thrill'.

"Leave them to it, then. It's up to them what they want to do, - to a 
certain extent - anyway. But heaven help her if she gets caught. If she 
does, then she can expect to be punished. Severely punished."

"You're right," I said. "Perhaps I shouldn't have voiced my opinion in 
the way I did."

"No." said Keith. "You were right to have your say. But leave it be for 
the time being, and we'll see what happens when Carol gets back. Come 
on. Cheer up, for goodness sake! You're looking like a kid who has just 
lost it's sweets!" I managed a smile at his words, and he went on, 
"That's better. That's more like the Linda I know and love. Lets just 
stay here for the afternoon listening to music. I'll put something on 
that's a bit more lively."

I gave him a peck on the cheek for his understanding, and he got up and 
put a C.D. of 'Hooked on Classics' on the player. The disco beat 
hammering out underneath the 'classical' music, soon put me in a better 
mood. We spent the rest of the afternoon until tea time, listening to 
music. Then I went and got the tea ready. Just then, Carol came back. 
She looked particularly flushed, but said nothing and went straight to 
her room. A moment later I heard the shower being run, and then about 
five minutes later, Carol came down in a fresh set of clothes. She 
looked curiously happy. I brought the tea things in to the lounge on a 
big tray and told the other two to help themselves. My curiosity 
couldn't hold out any longer, so I asked Carol right out, how her 
afternoon had been.

She took a sip of tea and said, "Well. As you know, I went to see Julie 
this afternoon, and I found that her idea of a 'naughty thrill' was the 
same as mine. That is, wetting ourselves in public. Anyway. First of 
all, we made sure we had plenty of coffee inside us, and then we walked 
into town. We went to the park and found a bench to sit on, near the 
duck pond. Just a few minutes later, Julie told me that she was ready 
to pee, but wasn't sure yet whether to or not. I looked round, and 
seeing no-one nearby, told her that the 'coast was clear'. She looked a 
bit hesitant, but relaxed and in no time at all, she was peeing right 
through her panties and skirt."

"I tell you. That excited me to such an extant, that before she had 
finished, I too was peeing myself. When we had both finished that pee, 
we were both so excited about what we had done, that I said to her why 
don't we walk through the shopping precinct and find somewhere there to 
do it! She couldn't have agreed more quickly. Fortunately for both of 
us, we were wearing fairly long coats so that our wet skirts wouldn't 
show up. Anyway, we walked into the precinct and found a seat next to 
one of those flower beds they've got in there. This time, I was ready 
to go first, and trying to control it so that it didn't come out too 
fast, or noisily, only succeeded in soaking my stockings! But somehow I 
finished peeing and then Julie started hers. To play a bit of a joke on 
Julie, while she was peeing herself, I got up and walked away from her, 
leaving her sitting there with a slightly flushed face. Oh. She did 
look a picture. But I didn't go far, and when I returned to the seat, I 
could see that there was a big pool of pee on the floor. She got up 
then, and started walking out of the precinct with me. When we were 
outside, and away from any other people, we couldn't stop laughing 
about what we had done. I told her that I was beginning to feel just a 
bit uncomfortable because some of the piss was still running down my 
legs! She said that some was running down hers, too. Anyway. We then 
decided to walk back to her place, and on the way, she said she needed 
another pee. So we stood in a shop doorway, and she did it standing up! 
Unfortunately, I couldn't go anymore. But seeing her standing there, 
pretending to look at the things in that window, and seeing her piss 
run down her legs and into her shoes, was a sight to behold!"

"What did you do then?" I asked. Carol said, "We just went back to her 
place, had some more coffee and talked about our experience. We had got 
a tremendous thrill from what we had done, and decided there and then 
to do it again sometime. Then, well, it just seemed so natural, that we 
started fooling around with each other. It wasn't long before I was in 
need of another pee. But instead of using the loo, Julie insisted on 
drinking it straight from my pee-hole. She loved that. And of course, 
by then, she wanted to go again, and so we swapped positions. She 
tasted delicious! Then it was time to be getting home, so I dried 
myself as best I could, and caught the bus back here. And that, as the 
saying goes, is where I came in!"

"You certainly seemed to enjoy yourselves," said Keith. When do you 
plan on doing it again, as I wouldn't mind watching, from a distance!"

"Next Saturday," said Carol. "About two o'clock. But I'll let you know 
for sure nearer the day. What about you, Linda? Would you like to come 
and see what we get up to?"

"I'm not sure, yet. Maybe," I said, and left it at that. Carol then 
gave a slight shiver, and said, "It certainly gave me a huge thrill. 
Whose for some fun and games?"

"What've you got in mind?" I said. "Oh. I don't know. Maybe Keith wants 
to spank my naughty little bottom for behaving so outrageously, and 
then screw both of us!"

"You wanton little minx!" I said. "I think Keith should spank you 
anyway. How about it, darling." He thought for a moment and said "Yes. 
A caning on that naughty bottom might do the trick. Or it might just be 
the topping on the cake. Either way. Yes. A caning would do very 
nicely!"

So with that, we went down to the basement, and I quickly helped Carol 
get undressed. She had a look on her face like the cat that has just 
enjoyed some cream. I was just about to tie her to the 'horse', when 
Keith said he wanted her positioned across my lap. "You both might as 
well get some enjoyment out of this. I'll get mine later." He crossed 
the room to the cupboard, and spent a moment or two choosing a cane to 
use. His selection made, he came back and stood to one side of us. 
Carol was lying across my lap, waiting with some impatience it seemed, 
for Keith to start. He raised the cane to about shoulder height, and 
brought it swishing down on her ready buttocks. I heard her take an 
intake of breathe as the cane landed, but quickly relaxed again, 
waiting for the remainder of the strokes. Keith gave her fifteen 
strokes, but they hadn't been too hard. He seemed to know just what she 
wanted. They had hurt, I'm sure, but she hadn't cried out. "Just what I 
wanted," she said. "The excitement of this afternoon and a caning, 
lovingly administered. What more could a girl want?" With that, she got 
up off my lap and knelt down in front of Keith, unzipped his fly, took 
out his cock and proceeded to fellate him. He was already aroused, and 
just a moment or so later, couldn't keep control of his legs, so he sat 
down on the settee, forcing Carol to come with him. She slowly brought 
him to the point of no return, and when he ejaculated over her face, 
she orgasmed in sympathy! I, for my part, needed no prompting. I fell 
on my knees at Carol's side, and slurped all his cum from her face.

Then Keith was hauling me up on to my feet, and undressing me as fast 
as he could. His cock was still standing to attention, and he wasted no 
time in picking me up onto the settee, and screwing me from behind. 
Carol squirmed her way between my legs on her back, and was using her 
tongue not only on my clitty, but on Keith's prick as it slid in and 
out of me! Because he had ejaculated only moments before, he kept up 
screwing me for a further ten minutes! Oh. I was on cloud nine! When he 
finally did cum, his whole body was shaking like mad, and I had 
climaxed at least three times.

We rested for fifteen minutes or so after that, and then Keith asked me 
if I wanted to be caned. I said, "No. Not caned. Tawsed, please. And 
make it ssllowwwww!" I purred. "Your wish is my command, Oh lovely 
one!" said Keith. I lay myself over Carol's lap while Keith went to the 
cupboard and took down the tawse from its hook. He came back to my 
side, and without saying anything, raised the leather strap and brought 
it cracking down on my naked bum. He repeated that for a further twenty 
five or so strokes, and all the while, Carol was teasing my pussy with 
a finger. How much more could a girl take without finishing up as a 
jellified wreck? The fingering of my pussy while my bottom was being 
lovingly attended to had me in an almost perpetual state of climax. As 
soon as one orgasm had swept my body, then another one took its place! 
I was so happy!

But all good things must come to an end, and when Keith put the tawse 
away, I knew it was all over until the next time. We departed the 
basement and went upstairs to the lounge. Keith put some gentle music 
on the stereo, and Carol and I snuggled up to him on the couch. We were 
so happy, relaxed and content!

ALTERNATIVE ENDING TO LINDA HASTINGS' STORY. 
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The next morning, Sunday, Eric 'phoned and asked if we would all like 
to meet up in the "Kings Head" pub in town for lunch time drinks and 
lunch. We agreed to meet them at twelve thirty, but by eleven o'clock, 
I was feeling decidedly unwell. I took myself off to bed, and Carol 
brought me in some aspirins and a hot drink. I was still feeling ill 
when the time came for the others to be going into town, so I told them 
to go and enjoy themselves. I would be all right on my own.

So they reluctantly went, and soon afterwards I dozed off. I was woken 
by an urgent ringing of the doorbell. I stumbled out of bed, managed to 
put a dressing gown on and shambled down the stairs to the front door. 
I was confronted by two policemen. "Mrs. Hastings?" said the first. "Y-
Yes." I said. "Is anything wrong?"

"May we come in?" said the second. I moved back from the door and 
showed them into the lounge. "I'm afraid we have some bad news. We 
believe that your husband and sister have been killed."

"No way!" I said. "They only went to the pub for lunch."

"I'm sorry. We're sure they were in the King's Head, when it exploded." 
I was dumbfounded. It couldn't be true. They had only gone out for 
lunch. They were looking forward to it. They couldn't possibly be.... 
be dead!

"H-how. What happened?"

"We're not absolutely sure at the moment. But we have reason to believe 
that some terrorist group planted a bomb in the pub. Why? We don't know 
yet. We're doing everything possible to find out. Look. Is there a 
friend, or relation we can contact for you?"

"My friends went to the pub for lunch with my husband and sister. What 
about them?"

"What's their name and I'll find out for you."

"E-Eric and Julie Smith." I said. "We'll just call into the station and 
check for you."

One of them went outside the house to make the call on his radio, and 
came back two minutes later. "I'm sorry." he said. "But your two 
friends are casualties as well."

"Casualties? Does that mean..."

"Yes. They're dead, too. Are there any relations we can contact for 
you?" I thought for a moment and then said, "There are, but I've never 
got on properly with any of them. I'll be all right on my own."

"If you like, I'll get a WPC to come and stay the night with you, to 
make sure you're OK"

"Yes. I think perhaps that I will need someone."

"Good. I'll stay with you until she arrives, but my colleague will have 
to leave. There's a lot of work to be done. We'll catch the persons 
responsible. You can count on that!"

And on that word, his colleague left. About ten minutes later, I heard 
a car pull up outside the house, and a car door open and close. The 
door bell rang a moment later and the policeman with me went to answer 
the ring. It was a young, good looking woman police constable. She took 
off her hat and introduced herself as Mary Overton, and said how sorry 
she was at my bereavement. Then she asked if there was anything she 
could get for me. "A cup of tea perhaps?"

"Yes. That would be nice. Thank you." Her male colleague then left in 
the same car that had brought her to the house. She went into the 
kitchen and started boiling some water. She called out to me, "Where do 
you keep the teapot, Mrs. Hastings?" I wandered out to the kitchen, 
still dazed from all the news, and rather like a zombie, showed her 
where everything was kept, and asked her to call me Linda. She made the 
tea, and poured out two cups. We sat at the kitchen table, sipping the 
hot brew and just talking generally. "Any chance of a biscuit or 
something? I haven't eaten since breakfast time." she said. I pointed 
to a cupboard, so she got up and retrieved a packet of biscuits. She 
opened them and scattered the contents on a large plate. "Come on," she 
said. Eat one. It'll help." I took one, but only managed to nibble at 
it. My mind wasn't on eating. I was thinking about the loved ones I had 
lost.

"Your tea's getting cold," she reminded me. Just then, I seemed to snap 
out of my very sombre mood, and drank the rest of the tea along with a 
couple of biscuits. "That's better!" said Mary. "Is there anything you 
need help with doing?" I couldn't think of anything, and told her so. 
"Do you want me to stay with you tonight? I don't mind sleeping on the 
couch. Honestly!"

"Oh yes." I said. "And when was the last time you had to sleep on a 
couch?"

"Quite often, actually. I'm always having arguments with my boyfriend, 
and so I end up sleeping on the couch. It's his flat, you see, and as 
he doesn't take any rent from me, I figure that he's entitled to his 
bed. Sorry. I seem to be rambling on a bit, don't I?"

"Don't worry about that. Just talking seems to be helping me." I said. 
"Tell me about your boyfriend. What's he like?"

She spent the next half hour or so telling me about her relationship 
with Dave, and when she had finished telling me about him, she asked if 
she could have a look around the house. "Sure." I said. "Come on, I'll 
show you." So I showed her around the house, carefully avoiding the 
basement just in case she got the wrong ideas about us. It was while we 
were in my bedroom, that she saw a cane lying on the dressing table. I 
had forgotten all about it until she asked what it was there for. "Oh, 
that! It's for...for beating the blankets every so often." It's the 
only excuse I could think of on the spur of the moment. She looked at 
me quizzically. "Beating the blankets? Beating a naughty bottom more 
likely!" I didn't know where to put my face. I sat on the bed and she 
joined me. "I'm sorry," she said. "But I know only too well what one of 
these is used for, and I've never heard of it being used for beating 
blankets. You see, when I was a kid, my father used to beat me with a 
cane like this one. He wasn't cruel about it - far from it. But there 
was hardly a week went by without me being upended over his knee or 
laid out across the sofa for a whacking. You're not the only one who 
ever got caned, you know. There's far more kids who get punished like 
this than you'd imagine. And I've also come across quite a few adults 
who get the same treatment. Did your husband cane you often?"

"Yes. Quite often. But before you get the wrong idea, Mary, I want you 
to know that I wanted him to do it. Often! And also, my sister..." At 
this point, tears sprang to my eyes. Mary put a comforting arm round my 
shoulders, and dabbed at my eyes with a little handkerchief. When I 
regained my composure, I went on, "And also my sister would be caned by 
Keith, my husband, because she too wanted it that way. We all loved 
each other very much, and no one would let the others be seriously 
hurt." I then went on to tell her about Eric and Julie, and their love 
of the cane and other implements: about how the basement had been 
converted: about the holidays together: about our lovemaking - hetero 
and lesbian: about my childhood and the boarding school: everything 
there was to know about me and my family. It was when I was telling her 
about my sexual character - about how I didn't mind if it was a man or 
a woman I was making love with - that she gently put her hand on my 
thigh. When I didn't make any protest about it, she gently started to 
stroke my thigh, moving her hand further and further up my leg. "You 
too?" I said. "Oh, yes. My boyfriend loved whacking my bottom and 
before him I had a girlfriend I shared a flat with who loved nothing 
better than to either give or take a spanking or caning. It was she in 
fact who introduced me to the delights of making love with another 
woman. And I've never forgotten her. Although she had to move up to 
Scotland with her job, we still keep in touch." It was when she said 
that last word - 'touch' - that her hand brushed my pubic hair - I 
hadn't put any knickers on underneath my dressing gown. When I didn't 
make a protest, she became emboldened and started gently fingering my 
pussy. My breathing started to become quicker and quicker, so without 
hesitation, I turned to face Mary and started unbuttoning her blouse. I 
removed her top clothes, and when her breasts sprang free of their 
restraining brassiere, I pushed my head forward and nuzzled each nipple 
in turn. Then I pulled away and looked at her face. She wanted sex. It 
was as simple as that. She stood up and quickly removed the rest of her 
uniform. I was delighted to see that she wore stockings, and not tights 
under her skirt. Then she leaned forward and loosened the belt of my 
dressing gown, and pulling the garment open, she too started nuzzling 
my breasts.

Soon, we were both making love to each other. She kissed and licked my 
body all over from toes to head. I just lay there letting her do as she 
pleased. Once she reached my face with her lips, she started on her way 
down again. And when she reached my groin, I offered no resistance when 
she gently eased my legs apart. She knelt on the floor by the side of 
the bed, and started kissing, licking and occasionally nipping with her 
teeth, at my pussy.

She was a very skilled lover, seeming to know just how much pressure to 
apply to me. My body responded very quickly to her ministrations, and 
in no time at all, I was climaxing. When she sensed my climax, she all 
but stopped using her mouth on my pussy, just occasionally giving me a 
quick lick or a quick nibble as I orgasmed. It was just what I needed! 
But she would want satisfying too. So I pulled myself off the bed, took 
her hand and laid her on the bed. We put ourselves in the classic 
'sixty-nine' position, and enjoyed ourselves for the next half hour, or 
so.

When we had satisfied each others desires for a while, she excused 
herself to call in to the station, and confirm that she would be 
staying the night with me. That was approved by her superiors, and a 
car would be sent for her at eight in the morning.

Now that I felt I knew my new friend quite intimately, I suggested that 
she might like to see the basement. She quickly said yes, and so I led 
the way down. As I've mentioned previously, it's a fairly 
conventionally laid out room, and it isn't until one sees the more 
unusual furniture there that one would even suspect it was anything but 
a normal living room. She pointed to the 'horse' and wanted to know 
what it was used for. I told her, and her eyes seemed to glaze over. I 
said, "Do you want to try it?" She didn't reply, but went and laid 
herself on it, testing its comfort. Then she turned to me, looking me 
straight in the eyes. No words needed exchanging. I went to her and 
fastened her down in position. I then crossed to one of the cupboards 
on the wall and selected a cane to use.

The only words that escaped her mouth as I took up position, was "Be 
careful, Linda." I raised the cane to about shoulder height and brought 
it whistling down on her pale, creamy buttocks. I waited before the 
next stroke, just to see the weal come up. It showed through quickly, 
so I raised the cane again and brought it down slightly harder. I gave 
her a few strokes like that - not too hard - before I heard her urging 
me, "Harder...harder..." So I complied with her wishes and before long 
I could see her body shaking in the throes of an orgasm. I put the cane 
to one side and unfastened her bonds. I half dragged her onto the 
mattress and quickly set about salving her weals with my mouth and 
tongue. She was loving it! Only when I sensed that she was completely 
satisfied, did I remember why she was there.

I started crying. She tried soothing me as best she could, but to no 
avail. I kept asking for Keith and Carol, and I was becoming 
uncontrollable. Suddenly, she slapped my face. "Knock it off, Linda. 
They can't come back to you. You've got to learn to live without them 
now!" She was right, of course, and when that realisation sunk in, I 
calmed down and said I was sorry for my outburst. She told me not to be 
silly, and that it was only natural that I should react like that. 
"Cane me!" I said. "Cane me hard. Spare no mercy. It'll do me good, I 
know it will!" She didn't respond to that, so I got up from the 
mattress and prostrated myself on the 'horse'. "Quickly!" I said. "Tie 
me down and flog me with all the power in your arm!" She wasn't sure 
about that, but tied me down anyway. She picked up the cane from where 
I had dropped it, and started tapping me lightly across my bottom with 
it. "Harder," I urged, "Harder. I can take it. Whip me. Hurt me. I need 
it!" She increased the strength of her caning until I could take no 
more. She knew when to stop, and when she did, instead of untying me 
from the 'horse', she knelt down behind me, and as I had done to her, 
so she did to me. She was indeed very skilful with her mouth and 
tongue, and her saliva seemed to take the sting out of my bottom almost 
as quickly as honey would. When my composure had been regained, she 
untied me, and helped me to my feet. Then she guided me upstairs to the 
bedroom, pulled back the duvet, and gently laid me down on the cool 
sheet.

I was still sobbing quietly, when she got in bed beside me. Before 
turning to me, she set my alarm for six forty-five in the morning. Then 
she turned to me, and pulling me close, kissed me open mouthed. Her 
tongue was gently investigating my teeth and gums before exploring 
further back. Her tongue was longer than normal, and I knew that she 
could use it in a way many other women couldn't. Then she withdrew her 
tongue from my mouth, and started licking and kissing her way down to 
my crotch again. When she got there, I rolled out of bed, and turning 
myself around, got once again in the sixty-nine position. We spent the 
next hour or so exploring each others bodies, and by then, we were both 
very tired. I kissed her and fell into a deep sleep.

I dreamed about Keith and Carol, and Eric and Julie; about all the 
times we had spent together. In the morning, I didn't hear the alarm go 
off, nor did I hear Mary get out of bed and go for a shower. She came 
back to the bedroom at a quarter to eight, dressed in her police-
woman's uniform, carrying a tray with some coffee, toast and marmalade 
on it. She sat on the edge of the bed and encouraged me to eat the 
toast and drink some coffee. A car would be sent for her in a few 
minutes, and she would have to go. She told me that she would like to 
see me again, soon. I told her to pop round at anytime, and to let 
herself in with a key that I kept hidden under a flower pot near the 
front door. She gently admonished me for not being very security 
conscious.

Then a police car arrived for her, and before she went to the car, I 
asked her to come round and stay with me again tonight.

Nearly all day long, I had a stream of telephone calls from relatives 
and friends offering their sympathies, most of whom I hadn't seen or 
heard from since mum and dad's funeral. At about lunch time I managed 
to make myself some soup, and although I didn't really want to, I made 
myself eat it. I soon felt better and realised that I hadn't eaten very 
much at all since Saturday, and that I was actually hungry. That was 
soon rectified by making myself a lunch of sausages, beans and mashed 
potatoes. Delicious, if I do say so myself!

The rest of the day passed quite quickly and at just after six-thirty, 
Mary came to see how I was. I asked her if she was going to stay the 
night, and she said, "Yes. I'd like that. I brought a few things with 
me just in case." She dumped her overnight bag in the hallway and came 
with me into the kitchen. I made a pot of tea and some sandwiches, 
which she tucked into readily. When Mary had had enough, she helped me 
clear away the tea things and then we both went into the lounge. Mary 
made herself at home straight away. She kicked off her shoes and 
plonked herself down on the sofa.

I sat next to her and we talked for a while about what we had been 
doing during the day. She told me how she had visited five families who 
had lost loved ones in the bomb blast, and how it had left her feeling 
drained. Mary did look very tired. I asked her when she was next on 
duty, and told me that she had to be back at the station in the morning 
instead of having two days off from her shift because all police leave 
had been cancelled.

I put some music on and sat back down beside her, relaxing into the 
deep cushions of the sofa. I was wearing just a summery dress and 
slippers, whilst she was wearing jeans, tee-shirt and jumper. This made 
it easy for her to put her hand on my bare thigh and caress me. I 
leaned across and kissed her gently on the mouth. Then I kissed her 
more passionately, my tongue probing her teeth and gums. All the while, 
she was moving her hand up nearer and nearer to my crotch. I sank once 
more into the sofa and Mary knelt on the floor in front of me, easing 
my dress up around my waist and gently parting my legs wide. I kicked 
off my slippers, edged myself forward, and wrapped my legs around her 
head. She licked and kissed and nipped at my sex and soon had me 
panting with desire. Every so often, she would suck her index finger, 
making it nice and slick, and slip it into my bottom. This heightened 
my passion even more and in no time at all, I was experiencing an 
orgasm. She kept me on the brink of orgasm for ages, and finally, she 
got up off the floor and started to remove her clothes. She took off 
her jumper and tee-shirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing a 'bra, and 
then removed her jeans to reveal skimpy panties and self-supporting 
stockings. I reached up to her, inserted my fingers into the waist-band 
of her pants and lovingly drew them down her shapely legs. As she 
stepped out of them, I started to caress her vagina. A moment later, 
she collapsed onto the sofa, legs spread wide. I got the message right 
away and started oralising her. I kept this up for about ten minutes - 
bringing her to an orgasm - before my neck started to feel stiff. I 
stopped then and sat up massaging my neck muscles. Mary told me to turn 
round with my back to her, and she carried on with the massage. She 
knew just where to apply the necessary pressure, and soon I could feel 
no ache in my neck.

As I lay back in her arms, she kissed at my neck and upper back. Then 
she told me gently that I would have to go to the hospital in the 
morning to identify Keith and Carol. "Do I have to?" I asked. "It's 
just a formality," she said. "You'll also be asked to identify your 
friends. What was their name?"

"Eric and Julie Smith."

"Yes. That's right. But. Only if no one else comes to do it." I started 
to cry again, and Mary pulled me closer to her to comfort me. "Cry as 
much as you want to, Linda. It'll help."

It was getting late by now, so I suggested that we go to bed. Mary said 
she would like something to eat and drink first, so we both went to the 
kitchen. I put some milk in a saucepan and heated it on the stove. 
While I was doing that, Mary made two sandwiches. The milk came to the 
boil and I poured it into two mugs. We sat there in the kitchen eating 
our snack and when we had finished, left the mugs to be washed up the 
next morning. Mary took my hand and led me up the stairs to my bedroom.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight, or shall I sleep in your 
spare room?"

"I want you with me," I said. We climbed into bed and snuggled up close 
together. We talked for a while and then I asked her about what Dave, 
her boyfriend, would think about her staying with me.

"I don't know," Mary said. "I don't suppose he'll mind if I'm away 
occasionally, but not too often. After all. He'll want his nookie too! 
Unfortunately for you, though, I'll be getting the best of both 
worlds."

"What's he like in bed," I asked. "Oh. He's not bad. Not brilliant, but 
not bad. As I told you before, he quite likes spanking me and then 
making love to me afterwards." I said, "Tomorrow, why don't you pop 
home if he's in and invite him round for the night. That is if you 
don't mind sharing him with another woman."

"I've a feeling he might just enjoy that, Linda. Now, though, I'm 
feeling very tired and if it's OK by you, I'd like to get some sleep." 
So we snuggled down once more in each others arms and eventually 
drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, the alarm clock went off at seven o'clock. I roused 
myself and saw Mary still fast asleep. I quietly got out of bed and 
putting a dressing gown on, I went down to the kitchen to make some tea 
and toast. I brought it back to the bedroom and slipped into bed again. 
I woke Mary and offered her the meal. We sipped at the tea and ate the 
toast together.

We both got dressed after having showered. I went down to the kitchen 
and made some more coffee, and brought it into the lounge where Mary 
was sitting in an armchair listening to some music. She took the 
offered cup and I sat down in the other armchair with mine.

We had just about finished our coffee when the doorbell rang. It was 
the same policeman who had first come to see me. Mary made sure she was 
looking tidy and I put my coat on. We got in the car and were driven to 
the hospital. We were shown to the morgue where we were met by the 
person in charge. He explained what would happen, and I said that I was 
ready. I was standing in a room when a trolley was wheeled in. The 
doctor pulled back the top of the sheet and I looked down to see 
Keith's face. He looked so serene lying there. I confirmed that it was 
Keith and then they wheeled his trolley away and brought in another 
one. The sheet was drawn back and I looked into a face that I didn't 
recognise. I told the doctor that I didn't know who this was. He said 
he was sorry, and that there must be some mistake as they were sure it 
was Carol. I looked again and confirmed that it wasn't her. This caused 
some consternation amongst the assembled people there. Then the doctor 
asked if I had a photo of my sister. I looked in my handbag and found 
one of the five of us taken on holiday. I pointed out my sister. A 
nurse looked at the photo and after studying it, said that she was sure 
that my sister was on ward 3. "Alive! Take me to her," I said.

I was taken through the hospital and into ward three. The nurse took me 
to the person she thought might have been my sister. It was her! I 
rushed up to her and found that she was sleeping. I was just about to 
shake her awake when the nurse stopped me. "Don't touch her. She has 
severe lacerations to her arms and upper body, and her right arm is 
broken. I'll wake her for you."

The nurse gently roused Carol from her drugged sleep. Her eyes opened 
very slowly and I could see that she was having difficulty focusing. 
Gradually though, she recognised me and a smile crept on to her lips. I 
burst into tears and held her hand. She whispered, "What happened? 
Where am I?"

"They told me you were dead. I'm so glad they made a mistake. How are 
you feeling?"

"Terrible." She said, smiling stiffly. "But what happened?" I looked at 
the doctor and he nodded his head as if to say that it would be all 
right to tell her. "Do you remember going to the pub with the others?" 
She nodded. "Well, the pub blew up and you were hurt, and that's why 
you're here, in hospital."

"Where are the others? Where's Keith and Julie and Eric? What about 
them?" I started to cry again and Carol realised that they weren't so 
lucky as her, and she too started crying.

A few minutes later, the nurse gently took me by the arm and led me 
outside the ward. She said that Carol must rest as much as possible and 
that if I wished, I could stay with her. They would find me a bed to 
use for as long as Carol was here. I thanked her for her kindness, but 
declined the offer. I would stay at home, but come in every day until 
Carol was fit enough to leave. I then asked how long it would take for 
Carol to get better. The nurse said that she hoped it would be no more 
than a week or ten days at the most. Carol would need a few operations 
to remove bits of debris from her body.

The doctor came and joined us then. He asked if I was feeling up to 
identifying Eric and Julie's bodies. "If you don't want to, and I know 
how traumatic this has been for you, then some other time will do." I 
agreed to do it straight away. The nurse, the doctor and Mary escorted 
me back to the morgue, and after identifying them, Mary took me home.

I let myself in the door and Mary followed behind. She asked, "Will you 
be OK? I won't be able to stay with you until this evening, if you 
still want me to."

"I'll manage. The thought that Carol is still alive will keep me going, 
but I still want you to stay the night."

"OK. I'll be here about six-thirty." She gave me a peck on the cheek 
and left.

I made myself some more coffee and took it into the lounge to drink. I 
put some music on and spent the rest of the day listening and thinking. 
Then I noticed that it was six o'clock. Mary would be here soon, so I 
started preparing a meal for us.

Mary came in at six-forty, took her hat and tunic off and went to the 
lounge where I had the meal ready on trays. The poor girl hadn't 
stopped all day, and she was hungry. The meal was finished and I took 
the plates into the kitchen, and came back and sat down in a chair 
facing her. "Oh, Linda. That was just what I needed. Thank you." she 
smiled. "I'm so glad that Carol is going to be all right. I don't know 
how we made the mistake, but I'll bet you're really glad that we did."

"Yes. I'm really pleased. I just wish that you'd made a mistake about 
Keith and the others as well. I'm feeling a lot better now that I know 
Carol is going to be all right." I thought for a moment, then said, 
"Maybe I should give you a spanking for that mistake. Maybe you'll be 
encouraged not to make any other mistakes like that. Or perhaps, I 
should invite Dave round and he can spank you as well!" Mary looked a 
bit worried about my suggestion.

She shrugged her shoulders in mock resignation, and actually asked me 
to spank her for the grief I had been caused. Mary came and stood in 
front of where I was seated and I reached up and unfastened her uniform 
skirt. It slipped down her legs, and then I guided her over my lap. I 
pulled her slip up and her panties down. I just caressed her bottom, 
which still showed some weals from the last time, for a moment and then 
without warning, I started spanking her. She was howling after about 
two minutes of this treatment, but I carried on until my hand was too 
sore to continue. She stayed lying prostrate on my lap for another 
moment and then gingerly eased herself off me. She stood up and rubbed 
her burning nates, then promptly straddled my legs and kissed me on the 
mouth. I put my hand in her groin and gently rubbed her pussy. Then, 
all too soon, she stood up again and thanked me for the spanking. She 
put her skirt back on and returned to her chair.

We watched TV for a while when she suddenly said that she needed to go 
for a pee. Quick as a flash, I said "Don't leave me now." She replied, 
"But I've got to go. I'm getting desperate. Why don't you come with me 
if you can't bear me to leave for even a few minutes?" Smiling, I took 
her hand in mine and led the way to the bathroom. When we were both 
inside, she hoisted her skirt and slip, eased her panties down and sat 
herself on the loo. I sat on the edge of the bath watching her. When 
she had finished, I asked if I could touch her there. She said, "But 
I'm all pissy."

"That's OK I still want to touch you there." Without waiting for her 
reply, I reached forward and gently ran my fingers over her moist 
crotch. A few seconds later, I withdrew my hand and asked her to stand 
up with one leg raised up on the edge of the bath. She looked mystified 
at that suggestion, but nonetheless complied. I knelt on the floor in 
front of her and put my head between her legs and started to gently 
lick her pussy. A few seconds later I looked up at her face and saw 
that she was enjoying my attention. "Your pee tastes nice," I smiled, 
and went back to licking her pussy. She took hold of my head in order 
that I would lick harder at her quim. Mary was very soon getting worked 
up again and shortly afterwards she shuddered to a climax. "That was 
terrific," said Mary. "I suppose you'd like me to do the same to you?"

"Yes. Oh yes, I would, Mary. Are you sure, though, that you want to? 
After all, I don't suppose you've ever tasted anyone's pee before, have 
you?"

"Nooo... No I haven't," she replied. "But. If it can do for you what 
has just happened to me, then I'm only too willing to try."

"Wonderful," I murmured. "I'm sure you can get to like it. I need to go 
now." So I sat myself on the warm loo seat pulling my dress up around 
my waist, and parting my legs so that she would have an uninterrupted 
view. Mary knelt down in front of me with her face quite close. I 
started peeing  into the bowl, and a few seconds later decided to test 
Mary to the full. I stopped peeing, adjusted my position, and then sent 
my stream flying into her face. A look of horror initially crossed her 
face, and then it turned into a look of near delight. Then Mary opened 
her mouth just slightly and some of my pee went in. She spat it out, 
but I knew she would be getting the taste of it. She got another 
mouthful a few seconds later, and this time it wasn't spat out. Mary 
had savoured, then swallowed the lot! Now I knew that my new lover was 
well and truly hooked.

Mary stayed where she was kneeling, pulled me to her and buried her 
face in my crotch. She started to lick my pussy greedily. It wasn't 
long before I was shuddering in orgasm. "How was it for you," I asked. 
"Beautiful. Lovely. I never realised that peeing could be so erotic. I 
want more!"

"Sorry, my love." I said. "I can't turn it on and off like a tap, you 
know!"

"No. I realise that. But. When you next need to pee, make sure you let 
me know!"

We went back downstairs to the lounge. I put some music on the system 
and we both sat together on the sofa. I took my dress off and she took 
the rest of her clothes off as well. I engulfed myself in her arms. We 
stayed there, just cuddling one another for an hour or so, saying 
nothing. Then I excused myself. I went down into the basement which was 
cold, and put the electric heater on. I dashed back to the lounge and 
curled up against Mary again. A while later, I said, "Do you want some 
more pee?"

"Ooh. Yes. I do. What have you got in mind this time?" I took her by 
the hand and led her to the kitchen. I made a pot of black coffee and 
we drank it all. Then I again took her by the hand and guided her to 
the basement. It had warmed up sufficiently by then, so I told her what 
we would do. When I finished explaining, Mary was acutely excited.

I got her to do a headstand in the middle of the room and I opened her 
legs wide. I put my mouth over her pee hole and within a short while, 
she started to piss. At first it was only a dribble, and then a real 
gusher. Her pee was readily sucked up into my mouth and I managed to 
get most of it. Some, though, didn't make it and spilled down over her 
chest onto her face. She seemed to like that! Then she finished peeing 
and I continued to slurp away at her pussy, and she said, "I can't stay 
in this position much longer. Can we lie down?" So I moved away from 
her and she eased herself down and made for the inflatable mattress. I 
joined her there and continued where I had left off. I brought her to 
two orgasms lying there, and then she said she wanted to do the same to 
me. I suggested that instead of doing a headstand, why didn't she lie 
on the mattress while I squatted over her face? She would. So matching 
actions to words, she laid down on the mattress and I positioned myself 
over her face. It wasn't long before I started to pee and very soon her 
face was soaked. I told her to open her mouth, to relax and enjoy it! 
She did just that. As my offering came to an end, she pushed her face 
up into my pussy slurping up all the drops of golden nectar from me. 
Mary had me on the brink of a climax very quickly and then I turned 
round and sixty-nined with her until we had both had another orgasm.

Then I asked her if she wanted a dose of the cane or belt. She replied 
that a treatment of the cane would do very nicely, but preferably not 
tied down to the 'horse'. We both got up off the wet mattress and I 
crossed to the cupboard on the wall, where I selected a whippy cane. 
Then I sat myself on the settee and Mary willingly prostrated herself 
across my lap. I gave her ten fairly hard strokes with the cane and it 
left her bottom satisfyingly wealed. I put the cane down on the floor 
and bent over her bottom and proceeded to lick her weals. When I was 
satisfied that most of the pain had gone I allowed her up and she 
ruefully rubbed her buttocks. She had some tears running down her face, 
so I stood up, took her head in my hands and gently licked the tears 
from her eyes and cheeks. Mary was soon cheered up and no doubt in 
search of more action. "I want to spank you, Linda" she said. "OK. How 
do you want me?" She told me what she wanted and our positions were 
soon arranged. I laid myself over her ample lap and then she proceeded 
to spank me with her hand. She did this for about ten spanks, and then 
picked up the cane I had previously cast aside, and gave me two strokes 
with it. Then she gave me another five spanks, two more with the cane, 
five more spanks, two more with the cane and carried on alternating 
like this until she had given me ten strokes with the cane and however 
many spanks were needed in the meantime. I lost count after a while. 
This time, she didn't just content herself as I had done and lick my 
blazing bottom, she also slipped her tongue into my anus! In and out it 
flashed, while her fingers were busy with my pussy. She murmured that I 
tasted delicious, and that she never wanted to leave me.

Soon afterwards, though, we both went back upstairs. It was getting 
late again, so I made two mugs of hot milk. Again, we drank them 
sitting in the kitchen, and then I took her by the hand and took her up 
to my room. We lay in bed talking. A few minutes went by and Mary was 
looking rather undecided about something. I asked her what the matter 
was. She said, "I'm sorry, Linda. I've been leading you up the garden 
path. This is confession time, if you like." I looked at her trying to 
work out what she could possibly have been misleading me about. I could 
get no clue from her expression. Then she said, "Linda. I've been into 
the pissing game for a long time now. I'm sorry that I let you think it 
was you who got me interested, but it wasn't. It was Dave. You see, we 
had gone away for a weekend together and, well, one day while we were 
walking through some woods, I got the urge to have a pee, and, well, 
Dave wanted to watch. I didn't like that idea particularly because its, 
well, its a private thing, isn't it?" I nodded in partial agreement. 
She carried on, "Dave insisted on watching so I let him. I couldn't 
very well stop him, in fact. So there I was, jeans and panties around 
my ankles and squatting down having a pee, which incidentally took a 
long time to start. Anyway, there was Dave watching me when I noticed 
that he had opened his fly and was wanking his cock. I was 
flabbergasted. Instead of hurrying off away from him, I was intrigued 
to know why he was doing that to himself. He was still wanking 
furiously, his eyes were closed, and in no time at all he was jetting 
his spunk all over the ground. When he had relaxed enough I asked him 
why. He put his cock back in his jeans, zipped up his fly, and sat down 
with his back to a tree. Then he told me that he had often fantasised 
about seeing a woman having a piss, and that when I needed to do one, 
he couldn't help himself, he had to have a wank. He told me how sexy I 
looked squatting there, and that it was all he had ever wanted to see 
me do. I was miffed about that because I thought he actually loved me 
for myself and not for doing what comes naturally to us all everyday. 
He said he hadn't meant it that way and he was sorry if I was upset by 
what he had done. Afterwards, when I had had time to think about it, I 
found that I wasn't disgusted by his fantasies, instead I was turned on 
by them. I let him know in no uncertain terms when we were back at the 
hotel, that if he wanted me to, then I would be happy to oblige him 
with my piss, if that's what he really wanted. He told me that that was 
what he wanted, and that he would also like to piss on me if I felt so 
inclined. I think he could see that I was excited by the whole 
prospect, and so there and then, we decided to leave for home. When we 
got there, we acted out much the same as you did last night. So you 
see. I've been into urolagnia, and some other things, for some time 
now, and I love it."

"Euro what?" I asked quizzically. "U-R-O-L-A-G-N-I-A," she spelled out. 
"Urolagnia is the word for the love of urine, just as flagellant is the 
word for someone who likes being beaten."

"Oh. I see, and what other things."

"I'll tell you about them some other time."

"Oh. OK. Look. I'm feeling rather tired now, and if you don't mind, I'd 
like to get to sleep. I'm going to see Carol again in the morning and I 
want her to see me at my best. Will you be able to stay again tomorrow 
night?"

"Unfortunately not. I'll be working in the morning and then again 
tomorrow night as well. I won't be able to get round here again until 
Friday evening."

"I'll look forward to it." I kissed her and said good-night.

I got up first in the morning and brought her breakfast in bed again. 
When we had finished breakfast she said that she needed to go to the 
loo. I said that wasn't necessary, and would she like to pee in my 
chamber-pot. She readily agreed, got out of bed and came round to my 
side of the room. I reached under the bed and retrieved the pot. She 
quickly squatted down on it, gasping as the cold porcelain touched her 
thighs. Then she let rip. The noise she made with her piss hitting the 
empty pot was almost deafening. She had a lot to get rid of and nearly 
filled the pot! She finished peeing and stood up, looking at what she 
had done. "Quite an aroma, isn't it?" she said with a grin on her face. 
"Yes it is. You'd better empty it before I use it because I don't want 
it spilling onto the carpet." So she took the pot to the toilet and 
flushed it's contents away. Mary brought the pot back into the bedroom 
having rinsed it under the tap, and set it down on the floor for me. I 
too, squatted over it and sent a torrent of pee crashing into the pot. 
When I had finished, I reached over to my bedside table and picked up a 
tissue with which to wipe myself. This I did, and then took the pot to 
the loo to be flushed away.

We shared a shower and then got dressed. She left at just after eight 
and I got the bus to the hospital an hour later. I stopped off in the 
hospital shop and bought a small bunch of flowers for Carol. She was 
just waking up when I got to her bedside. I reached over and gave her a 
gentle kiss on her forehead. She was still quite drowsy from all the 
medication they had given her. When she was able to listen, I told her 
about the bomb and that Keith and Eric and Julie had been killed. "I 
don't remember a thing," she said. "I do remember going into the pub, 
and that's about it until I saw you yesterday. It's all so unreal. Did 
they let you see the others?" I confirmed that I had seen them, and 
that they seemed at peace. I spent the next hour telling her about 
Mary. About how she stayed the night with me and also what we did. "I 
hope I haven't made you jealous!"

"Of course not. In fact, it's making me better just knowing that you're 
OK. I must meet this Mary and thank her myself for looking after you."

"You will. Just as soon as I can get you home." Visiting time was just 
about over, so we said our good-byes and I left with the promise to 
visit every day.

On my way to the bus-stop, I popped into a newsagents and bought a 
couple of 'thank you' cards. One was for Mary, one for her boss and the 
other one for the staff at the hospital. I would write them as soon as 
I got home and post them tomorrow.

A week passed and Carol was getting stronger every day. The lacerations 
had almost healed and her arm was mending nicely, although it would 
still be a few weeks in plaster. Mary called to say that she thought it 
would be better if she didn't visit me for a while as she had quite a 
lot to make up to Dave. That didn't worry me too much, and anyway, I 
couldn't have the monopoly on her time. I knew that I would see her 
soon. Carol was allowed home on Tuesday. I went to collect her in the 
car and she looked radiant despite having her arm in plaster. I had 
prepared her favourite meal and gave it to her on a tray in the lounge. 
I put some of her favourite music on the hi-fi and we settled down and 
talked. The funerals of Eric and Julie would take place the next day 
and Keith's the day after that. Naturally, she wanted to attend both. 
She asked if I would take her into town to get her hair done. I said 
that I would make an appointment straight away for tomorrow morning.

Later that evening, she said she was very tired and that she wanted to 
go to bed. So I helped her upstairs, got her undressed and assisted her 
to bed. We chatted for a minute or two, then I kissed her forehead and 
said good-night. I returned downstairs and went to the basement. I put 
the electric heater on and sat on the sofa until it had warmed up. When 
it was sufficiently warm, I got up and went to the cupboard on the wall 
and took the vibrator out. I sat down again on the sofa and eased my 
panties off. I pulled my dress up around my waist and started fingering 
my vagina. My pussy lubricated quite quickly, so I started using the 
vibrator.

Slowly at first, and then quicker and quicker I shoved the dildo in and 
out. Soon I was ready to burst, and my insides heaved and swelled as I 
came nearer and nearer to the peak. I was gasping for breath, and I 
could feel my face contorting as a great tension gripped me and held me 
rigid - until at last my body exploded into a massive orgasm, and 
violent spasms tore at my womb. My mind swam with erotic images, of 
Mary and Carol, and I cried out again and again in a hoarse, trembling 
wail until at last the convulsions eased and I lay spread out on the 
sofa sweating and exhausted. When I had recovered my senses, I put my 
knickers back on and returned the vibrator to the cupboard. Wearily, I 
made my way back upstairs and went to bed.

I got up early the next morning and got Carol up as well. I wrapped her 
plaster-cast arm in a plastic bag and helped her in the shower. I 
didn't bother shampooing her hair because the hair-dresser would do 
that. Then I had my shower. When I had got myself ready I went to see 
if Carol needed any help. She had managed to get her panties and 
stockings on, but couldn't do her 'bra or dress up. I did that for her 
and helped her downstairs to get some breakfast.

Then it was in the car and off to town for her appointment. She looked 
great by the time the hairdresser had finished with her. We drove to 
the Chapel of Rest, and with the other members of Eric and Julie's 
families, we said our sad farewells. It was the same the next day for 
Keith's funeral, except that we were that much sadder.

Mary called round to see us in the afternoon, although she said she 
could only stay until about eight-thirty when she would have to leave 
to go to work. I introduced Mary to Carol and then I went and made some 
tea. All three of us sat on the sofa drinking the hot brew, when Carol 
asked Mary about the bomb investigation. "I regret to say that we are 
no nearer finding the bastards than we were last week. Rest assured 
though that we are doing everything in our power to get them," said 
Mary. "I'm sure you will," said Carol. "Now. What's all this I've been 
hearing about you and my sister?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything!"

"Well. If you're feeling up to it, I'd rather demonstrate than talk." 
Suiting actions to words, Mary placed her hand on Carols thigh and 
started to gently caress it. I moved onto another chair to leave them 
more room. Carol eased herself down into the sofa and Mary continued 
her caressing. Carol kissed Mary passionately and put her left hand on 
Mary's thigh, reciprocating the caress. They had both soon worked their 
hands up to each others crotches and soft moans were escaping their 
lips. "Lick my pussy!" said Carol. "Now!" So Mary got off the sofa and 
knelt in front of Carol. Mary pushed Carol's dress up around her waist 
and pulled her knickers down and off her legs. Carol spread her legs 
apart, and that was the only invitation that Mary needed. She eased 
Carol's body forward and pushed her face into Carol's pussy. I could 
see Mary give Carol a few licks, and then bury her face right in, 
slurping away. Then Mary pulled away and said, "You two taste 
practically the same! It's delicious!" With that, she resumed her 
cunnilingus. A little while later I saw Carol shudder to an orgasm.

"Do you think you could manage to do that to me?" Mary asked. "I think 
so. Lets swap places and see!" Mary stood up and took her panties off, 
hoisted her dress around her waist, and sat on the edge of the sofa. 
Carol knelt on the carpet and buried her face in Mary's pussy. At one 
point, I saw Carol put her middle finger in her mouth and wet it. Then 
she eased it into Mary's bum and started rotating and pushing it in and 
out. Mary was obviously loving it, and before too long, she too had an 
orgasm. All this time I had my legs draped over the arms of the chair 
and was busy fingering myself. Carol saw what I was doing and came over 
to me, gently pulled my hand away and replaced it with her mouth. I 
shuddered to an orgasm within seconds!

Then I said that I wanted to muff them both at the same time. "How are 
you going to do that?" asked Carol. "Easy," I said. If Mary sits on the 
edge of the sofa, and you then sit on her lap, I'll be able to get to 
both of you. So it was quickly arranged. The way they were positioned 
meant that I could lick my way from Mary's anus up to Carol's clitty, 
in long, slobbery strokes. They were loving it, and for that matter, so 
was I. They were both jiggling about in the throes of another orgasm, 
and I carried on until they were both sated.

All this attention had made Carol feel rather tired, so she just 
collapsed into an armchair. "You two carry on, if you like. Don't mind 
about me," said Carol. Mary and I quickly divested ourselves of our 
remaining clothes and we cuddled up together on the sofa kissing each 
others mouths and running our hands all over our bodies. We were both 
content just being like this. Then I said that I was feeling rather 
peckish and needed to eat. So I got up, put my dress back on and went 
out to the kitchen. The others soon joined me to help make something to 
eat.

None of us felt like having sex again after the meal, especially Mary 
who said that she didn't want to be too tired going to work. She had a 
long night's work ahead of her. So we were content to watch some TV for 
a while until Mary had to leave. Carol said to Mary, "Make sure you 
come here again soon. I've really enjoyed myself today. Maybe next 
time, my arm will have mended and I'll be a lot better, so we can 
really go to town! Linda also tells me that you love playing pissy 
games, so we can do that as well."

"Oh, yes. I do. I've also got some fresh ideas on that score, but until 
then," she kissed Carol, "Bye, bye." Mary turned to me and kissed my 
mouth. "See you both soon. I'll let you know when that'll be. Bye, 
bye." With that, she left.

"Well. What do you think of Mary, then."

"I really like her. She's so nice. You wouldn't really think a copper 
could be like that, would you?"

"Oh. I don't know. I'm sure most of them are as nice as Mary."

"Will you help me get ready for bed, Linda?"

"Sure. Do you want to go now?"

"Yes please." So I helped Carol up the stairs and into her room. I 
undressed her and folded her clothes on the chair. "Will you be all 
right or would you like to come to bed with me?" I said. "If you don't 
mind, I think I'd prefer to sleep on my own."

"That's all right. I'll see you in the morning." I kissed her and made 
my way to my room.

The next morning, after I had got Carol up and we had both had some 
breakfast, I went into town to do some shopping. I bought a fortnights 
worth of groceries because I'm not particularly fond of going round 
supermarkets. I got back home, and after putting all the food and bits 
and pieces away, I went into the lounge where I found Carol listening 
to some of her music. "Do you know," she said, "that it's nearly a 
fortnight since my bottom was attended to?"

"Yes. So?"

"Well, I think it's high time that that was rectified."

"Are you sure you're up to it?" I said. "Oh. I'm sure. My arm is about 
the only thing that isn't up to scratch yet, but that doesn't matter. 
Will you see to my needs?"

"If you're positive, then how do you want it done. It's up to you. You 
know what you want best." Carol said, "I want you to first of all give 
me a hand spank followed by a dose of the cane followed by a 
hairbrushing. Just make sure you have me howling like a little girl by 
the time you've finished. When you've finished that, I'd like you to 
give me the honey treatment. Then we'll take it from there. Is that all 
right?"

"Only if you're still sure."

"I'm sure. Come on. Lets go to the basement."

We went down to the basement with a jar of honey and found that it was 
quite warm. The sun was shining through the fanlight, casting some 
weird shadows on the room. I went to the cupboard, took out a cane and 
the hairbrush, and put them on the 'horse'. Then I undressed Carol 
entirely and seated myself on the edge of the sofa. "If you're sure you 
still want to go through with this, then get yourself over my lap." She 
readily complied, and after giving her silky smooth bottom some 
caressing, I began spanking her. Spank, Spank, Spank went my hand, 
crisply on her buttocks. I carried on spanking until my hand was too 
sore to continue. I then helped her up from my lap and steered her to 
the 'horse'. I secured her in position and took a grip on the cane. 
"Are you ready, Carol?"

"Ready!" was her muffled reply. So I raised the cane and brought it 
zinging down on her scarlet buttocks. Swish, Swish, Swish it cracked 
down, a dozen times in all. This had Carol writhing and sobbing like 
mad. I released her from the 'horse' and went back to the settee with 
the hairbrush in my hand. Carol laid herself over my lap again, and I 
gave her a minutes respite. Then I started walloping her streaky red 
bottom with the brush. She had wanted it hard, so that's what I gave 
her. By the time I had finished she was howling just like a little 
girl.

Then I picked up the jar of honey, took the lid off and poured some of 
the liquid onto her blazing buttocks. I spent five minutes rubbing it 
in to her chastised flesh before lifting her off me and laying her on 
the sofa seat. I leaned over her and started to lick for all I was 
worth. My tongue went down into the dark crack of her bum and circled 
her anus a few times before I pushed her legs apart a bit more and did 
the same to her pussy. She was still sobbing gently as an orgasm broke 
over her. I left her for a moment and then helped her up to the 
bathroom. I had just run the bath water for her when she said she 
needed a pee. "Do you want it?"

"Oh. Yes. Oh. Yes. Give it all to me," I said. Without bothering to 
even take my dress off, I knelt on the bathroom floor and Carol stood 
over me. "Here it comes!" With that, her golden gusher sprang forth 
soaking my face, hair and top half of my dress. I drank greedily, and 
when the gusher had subsided to just a dribble, I forced my mouth over 
her pussy, slurping up all her juices. I stood up and Carol nestled her 
head on my breasts licking at the sodden dress material. "Piss on me. 
Please. It's been so long since I've had any."

"OK. Get on the floor then." She did just that, and making sure that 
her plaster-cast arm was out of the way, I hoisted up my dress and let 
rip with my own golden gusher straight through my panties. I played the 
stream up and down her body, paying particular attention to her face. 
When I couldn't get any more out, I knelt down next to Carol and 
started licking off all of my excess pee. She orgasmed when I attended 
to her quim.

Then it was both of us into the bath for a nice long soak. When the 
water was turning cold, we got out of the bath and I dried first Carol 
and then myself. Then we went to our separate rooms to get dressed. 
When I had got myself dressed, I went to see if Carol needed any help. 
She did. She couldn't do up her blouse, although she had managed to get 
her skirt on. We went back down to the lounge and talked for a while. 
Eventually, Carol said, "All this lovemaking, all this spanking and 
whipping and all this pee lark is great fun, but I feel as though I 
need something else as well. I don't know what it is, but I do know 
that there's something missing. It may be something really weird. I 
just don't know."

"Be sure to let me know what it is if you ever find out yourself. Our 
tastes are pretty much the same, so if something suits you, it will 
probably suit me as well," I said. "I just wish I knew what it was. One 
day. One day I'll find out, but until then, I can but wait!" smiled 
Carol. "Maybe Mary has got some ideas. She said something the other 
night about being interested in things other than spanking and peeing, 
although she didn't say what."

"Lets get some lunch," said Carol. "I'm starving!" So we went into the 
kitchen and prepared some food to eat. "That's better!" said Carol. "I 
really enjoyed that." Carol then washed up the plates and dishes and I 
dried and put them away. We were just going back to the lounge when the 
'phone rang. It was Mary. After the usual preliminaries, she said, 
"I've been given a week off work starting Sunday night. I've got to 
work two 'mid' shifts, one tomorrow and one on Sunday finishing at 
nine. I'll be staying at home with Dave over the weekend because I 
think it only fair that he should get some of my attention. But next 
week he'll be off to Colchester for a Factory Safety course. Because of 
that, I said he could have my full attention for the next two evenings 
and then, if it's OK with you and Carol, I'd like to stay with you both 
for the week. Now then. I've had some ideas as to what we can do 
together. Have you got a sewing machine?"

"Yes," I said. "Have you got plastic undersheets on your mattresses?"

"Yes."

"Have you got enough food to last the week?"

"Just about."

"That's good! I'll need to do some shopping on Monday morning, though, 
to get some things we'll need, then I'll come round to you, and we can 
square up the costs later. OK?"

"OK," I said, rather baffled. "We'll see you on Monday then. Bye-bye."

"Byeeee," said Mary, and put the 'phone down.

I told Carol roughly what Mary had said and she too was completely 
mystified by the rather cryptic message. "It may be that other thing 
she wouldn't tell you about the other night."

"Probably. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Oh! I nearly forgot!" said Carol. "Can you take me to the hospital 
this afternoon?"

"Of course! What for?"

"I've just remembered that I have to go in for an X-ray on my arm and a 
general check-up. If the X-ray shows that my arm is healed, then 
they'll be able to take this damned plaster off."

"Make sure you keep your knickers on when they check you over. Don't 
want to give them any cause for undue concern!"

"No fear!" said Carol. "Any time after three, they said."

"That gives us an hour to get you ready. Plenty of time." I washed 
Carol's face and hands and tidied her hair, then helped her into her 
coat, and took her into the hospital. "I'll wait here for you," 
indicating the waiting room. "I've got a magazine to read, so I'll be 
OK." She went to keep her appointment, and re-appeared nearly an hour 
later, beaming radiantly. They had given the all clear on her arm and 
removed the plaster. All her other little cuts had also cleared and she 
was given a clean bill of health, albeit with a warning to take it easy 
for the next week. "I've just got to go to the pharmacy to get these 
drugs," she said, waving a prescription form under my nose. Carol came 
back from the pharmacy a few minutes later with a small paper bag with 
the necessary drugs inside. We left straight away for home.

Driving home, Carol was flexing her right arm trying to get the 
circulation going properly again. I said, "I know one way to help get 
your arm fit again."

"And what would that be?"

"Can't you guess?"

"Oh. I've got a pretty good idea what you mean. But. They did say to 
take it easy for a while!" she grinned.

When we got home, we both made straight for the basement and I stripped 
my clothes off in double quick time. "Why don't you start with a tawse 
and when you start getting tired, you can continue with something 
light, like a cane!"

"Fine!" said Carol. "I think I'll have you over the arm of the sofa. 
It's not quite so far to reach." While I positioned myself on the sofa, 
Carol fetched the tawse and a thinnish cane, and came back to my side. 
"Ready?"

"Ready," I confirmed. Carol started laying the tawse into me, gently at 
first and then building up with more powerful strokes. About two 
minutes later, she put down the tawse, picked up the cane, and 
continued with that. She had me howling in next to no time, but all too 
soon, she tired and flopped onto the sofa. "Sorry, Linda. My arm is 
aching too much to have any proper effect." Dabbing my eyes, I told her 
not to worry about it. I felt sufficiently satisfied for the time 
being. Then she said, "Here. Let me see to your bottom." I turned and 
knelt on the sofa so that she could tend to me. There was no need for 
the honey treatment, so she used her lips and tongue instead.

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully, although I couldn't get to 
sleep for ages on Sunday, wondering what the heck Mary was going to do.

Mary arrived about ten-thirty carrying a suitcase and a couple of large 
shopping bags. I helped her into the house and up to my room with them. 
I was getting really curious about what she had brought with her. Mary 
admonished my nosiness and said that we'd both find out a bit later. 
"I'd like to talk to you both first. Shall we go to the lounge?" We all 
trooped down to the lounge and sat down.

"Right. Now. I'm going to need your complete and utter trust in me for 
what I have planned for this week. If you don't trust me for any 
reason, then say so, and we'll forget about my plans." Mary looked at 
me inviting an answer. "I trust you, Mary."

"And so do I," said Carol. "Good. That's very important. The first 
thing I have in mind is this. Now. You said that you've got a sewing 
machine, yes?"

"That's right," I said. "Can you cut out material to a pattern and then 
sew it?"

"No problem."

"Good. Here is what I want you to make." She gave me a pattern of what 
looked like French knickers made in plastic, with elasticated waist and 
legs. "I'll give you a hand to make them," said Mary. "We'll need to 
make three, one for each of us. They have to be a good fit; you'll see 
why later, when we're wearing them. We might as well start right away." 
We left the basement and went up to the lounge where I kept the sewing 
machine. Mary went up to my bedroom and came down a few minutes later 
with the materials and a tape measure. She took our measurements and 
then I took hers. Within an hour, three pairs of plastic knickers with 
long legs had been produced. They were a perfect fit. "Now. Don't 
remove them until I say we can. Not even for the loo; especially not 
for the loo!" said Mary. I now knew their purpose. She then told us to 
put the rest of our clothes back on. We then went down to the kitchen 
where we prepared an enormous meal with plenty of drink. I'm sure we 
were all pretty well bloated by the time we had finished. Mary must 
have put something like a laxative in the food or drink because I soon 
felt the need to go to the loo. I told Mary this, and Carol said she 
needed to go as well. "Don't worry," said Mary. I need to as well, but 
as I said, these knickers are not to be removed. Now. I reckon the best 
place to be for the next few hours is the basement. Come on." I started 
down to the basement, trying my best not to mess myself yet. When we 
got there, Mary told us to sit together on the sofa. We did, and not 
long afterwards, none of us could hold back much longer, and I could 
feel my shit squigging out of my bum. It was uncomfortable at first, 
but then I just relaxed and let it come. Then I peed myself. 
Fortunately, the knickers were designed in such away to prevent 
leakages. I looked down at myself and saw a pile of shit seeping up 
between my legs and a large pool of pee in the legs of the knickers. It 
was the same for the other two. "Now what happens," I asked. "Nothing!" 
said Mary. "We stay here like this for at least an hour, and then you 
can get rid of the pee only."

"What's the point," said Carol. "It's just plain uncomfortable and I'm 
not getting any kind of thrill from this at all."

"Nor am I," I said. "Stick with it, girls. Stick with it." So we stayed 
there for the allotted hour, feeling uncomfortable and still no sign of 
a thrill coming our way.

"Now that the time is up, what's supposed to happen now?" asked Carol. 
Mary said, "I'm sorry, you two. This hasn't worked out the way I had 
hoped it would. Let's forget this business now, get rid of the piss and 
let's go and get cleaned up." So we emptied the knicker legs of the pee 
in the drain from the basement and walked carefully up to the bathroom. 
Somehow we all got the knickers off without getting any mess on the 
floor, but as our nether regions were covered in a mix of shit and 
piss, we had to get showered off. The drain hole in the bath soon got 
clogged though, and Mary put her finger in the drain to push the mess 
down. We did eventually get cleaned up and the bath was thoroughly 
rinsed out. We then went into my room and we all sat on my bed. "Just 
what did you hope to achieve with all that palaver, Mary."

"Confession time again," she said. "I may as well tell you that I like 
shit. More to the point, the taste of shit!" Carol and I both gasped. 
"You eat shit!" I said incredulously. "How? Why?"

"Well. It was when I was living with Vanessa, the girlfriend I think I 
told you about, that it all started. We were sixty-nining with her on 
top, when she broke wind in my face. Trouble was, she followed through, 
if you get my meaning. She dropped a small turd on my face, and because 
I was really taken aback by that, my mouth was open with astonishment. 
I think you can guess what happened then. The turd rolled into my 
mouth, I gasped and accidentally swallowed it." My face contorted with 
nausea. "It wasn't an unpleasant taste, just a very rich, earthy sort 
of taste." Carol retched and dashed to the bathroom. We could hear her 
vomiting in the loo. "I haven't tasted it since then, although I had 
quite liked it, and wanted to experience it again," said Mary. The 
sound of vomiting soon had me retching in sympathy, and I too dashed to 
the bathroom.

A while later, Carol and I made our way back to the bedroom where Mary 
was looking suitably contrite. "I'm ever so sorry. I had no idea that 
you would react that way, especially as you're both keen on piss."

"Liking piss is one thing, but shit is something else completely," I 
said. "Maybe we should give her a damn good whipping for her 
effrontery!" said Carol. I thought for a moment and said, "No. That's 
probably what she wants, so we won't give her one! Not yet, anyway." 
Mary's face contorted with guilt. "I am very sorry. What more can I 
say?"

"Nothing. Let's forget it ever happened. Now tell us. What were your 
other ideas for a 'good time'?" asked Carol rather sarcastically. Mary 
then hesitantly at first, and then with more eagerness, outlined her 
other ideas. "I don't fancy that bondage lark or - what did you call it 
- Babying?" said Carol. "Neither do I," I said. "But. That other idea. 
That could be fun."

That other idea of Mary's was that one of us, totally naked, would lie 
on a table and be covered in lots of various foodstuffs. The other two 
would then eat to their hearts content, but without using their hands! 
Because of the way that Carol and I were feeling at that moment, it was 
decided not to do that until tomorrow, at the earliest.

Mary made some sandwiches and a pot of tea for us. Carol managed just 
one sandwich and half a cup of tea and I managed two sandwiches, but no 
tea. Mary, on the other hand, finished off the lot! We all then went 
back to the lounge and watched TV for the rest of the evening. When it 
was time for bed, I told Mary that she would have to sleep in here on 
the sofa. She was not welcome in either of our beds for that night, at 
least. Rather reluctantly, she had to agree. I got some blankets and a 
pillow for her, and we left her there, looking very 'down'. Carol and I 
shared my bed that night, although we were not in the mood for any sex. 
We just snuggled up together and fell asleep in each others arms.

TUESDAY.....We were woken at eight the next morning by Mary bringing us 
breakfast in bed. I thanked her for the food and told her to go back 
downstairs and await our arrival. Between bites of toast, I told Carol 
that Mary should be made to suffer for what she did yesterday. "Perhaps 
we should give her some of that bondage stuff. Why not take her to the 
basement, tie her to the 'horse', and leave her there all day? Then 
when we felt like it, we could whip her to our hearts content!"

"Good idea!" I said, taking a sip of tea. "But. When we go to the 
basement, let's make her think that we're going down there for some 
other purpose, such as to make her wash the floor."

"Why not make her wash the floor anyway?"

"OK. We will." We finished breakfast and had a leisurely shower. 
Equally leisurely, we got dressed and went downstairs. Mary was sitting 
in the kitchen finishing off her cup of tea. I said to her in a rather 
stern tone of voice, "The breakfast things are still in my room. Go and 
get them and get them washed and dried up." She did as she was told. 
When she had done that chore, I told her to fetch a bucket of water and 
the floor mop and wash the floor of the basement. I then told her that 
her work would be inspected. She looked a bit flustered at that but 
proceeded to do as commanded. Carol and I had another cup of tea and 
then went down to see how Mary had got on. The floor was not even half 
washed. "Right!" I said. "Six with the cane. Now! Touch your toes, you 
lazy wench!" She complied, and I fetched a cane from the cupboard. I 
gave her the six strokes hard across her tightly drawn buttocks. She 
squealed as each lash sank into her flesh. "Now get this floor washed. 
I'll be back in ten minutes and woe betide your arse if it's not done!" 
With that, Carol and I went back upstairs. When we went and sat in the 
lounge, Carol said, "Wow! You were so dominant over Mary down there. 
When did you learn to do that?"

"I didn't. I'm making it up as I go along," I smiled. "I've a feeling 
though, that this is what she intended to put us through."

"How long are we going to keep up this 'game'?" asked Carol. "As long 
as necessary," I said with a malicious grin on my face. "Until I think 
she's learned not to take liberties like that again. Let's go and see 
how she's getting on."

We both went back downstairs and inspected her work. Although the floor 
was still wet, she had washed every part of the floor. "You should have 
dusted the furniture first, you stupid girl. Look at this filth," I 
said as I ran a finger over the top of the cupboard, picking up a layer 
of dust as I did so. "More punishment required, I think." I picked up 
the cane again and commanded Mary to bend over. I gave her another six 
strokes and told her to have the room cleaned thoroughly. We went back 
upstairs and made some coffee. "Not for me, thanks," said Carol. "I've 
had enough to drink this morning."

"No you haven't," I said. "Because when we've finished whipping her for 
not doing a good job, we'll both pee on her to complete her 
humiliation. Perhaps we could also give her a taste of her own 
disgusting perversion. Do you think you could crap on the 'horse' 
before we tie her down?"

"Mmmm. Yes. I think so," said Carol. "Good. Then that's what we'll do. 
Naturally, we won't let her up from the 'horse' until this evening. 
She'll suffer all right, and I hope your arm will be up to it."

Again, we went back to the basement where Mary was furiously cleaning 
away. "This still isn't good enough. Carol. Do your business!" Carol 
went to the horse, slipped her knickers off and hitched her skirt up 
round her waist. She half squatted over the 'horse' and dropped four 
little turds on top. "Lick her bum clean, you slut!" I commanded Mary. 
She quickly did as she was told. Then I squatted over the 'horse' and 
added some more shit. "Now clean me up," Mary again complied. "Now. 
Smear the shit over the length of the 'horse'." Looking somewhat 
frightened, she nevertheless did so. "Now take your clothes off," I 
told her. When she had done that, I took her by the wrist and pushed 
her over the 'horse', and Carol and I tied her down securely. She was 
indeed looking very frightened by now, and when I went to the cupboard 
and got the 'cat' out, she lost all control and pissed herself. "Don't 
think that will save your arse, you slut!" I said, and proceeded to 
lash seven shades of blue from her! "Carol. Thrash this disgusting 
specimen of a female with the cane, until I think she's had enough." 
Mary was still shrieking from the pain I had inflicted with the 'cat' 
when Carol commenced whipping her with the cane. Carol had laid on 
about thirty strokes when I stopped her. I looked at Carol and silently 
asked if she was ready for the next part of Mary's humiliation. She 
nodded. I went over to Mary, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her 
head back. I could see that there was shit streaked all over her face. 
Carol came round to the front of the horse, hoisted her skirt up, and 
pissed on her face. Then I took her place and did the same, this time 
with Carol holding her head back by the hair. When I finished, Carol 
let go of her hair and her head crashed forward onto the shit covered 
'horse'. Then we left her there, still sobbing in pain and humiliation.

We went back upstairs to the lounge where I immediately turned to Carol 
and embraced her tightly, kissing her face. "I think I know what gets 
me really turned on, now. Domination." Carol frowned, and I quickly 
said, "No. Not you. There's no need to worry about me trying to 
dominate you. Only Mary, or anyone else we find like Mary." Then Carol 
returned my kisses with an ardour that I had not seen in her before. 
"All this morning has been one big turn on for me," said Carol. "I want 
you. Now!" With no further ado, we quickly undressed one another and 
collapsed on the settee, kissing and fondling each other. We stayed 
like that until it was time for lunch.

While Carol got us something to eat, I went up to my room and looked in 
Mary's bags. In one of them were a dozen tins of baby-food, some 
nappies, a couple of dummies, a feeding bottle, and some small bowls in 
which to serve the tinned food. This was what she meant by 'babying'. I 
chose one of the tins and took it down to the kitchen along with a 
babies milk bottle, complete with rubber teat. I followed the 
instructions on the tin and got it ready for serving. I heated some 
milk and put that in the bottle. "It's still too warm for 'baby'," I 
said to Carol, "so we'll have our meal first." Between bites of the 
meal, I told Carol what we would do.

We finished our meal, and then went down to the basement. Mary looked 
up as we came in and she appeared a bit shocked when she saw what we 
had brought with us. I put the tray on the sofa and went over to Mary. 
I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. Sure enough, her 
face was still covered in shit. So Carol peed on her again to get most 
of it off. While I kept hold of her hair, Carol fetched the tray and 
spoon fed Mary until the plate was empty. She was sobbing quietly 
throughout this ordeal. Then Carol took over from me holding her head 
back and I stuck the bottle in her mouth. She kept choking on the milk, 
but eventually finished it off. Then I stuffed a dummy in her mouth and 
tied it in place with a ribbon. Carol got the tawse from the cupboard, 
and I picked up the cane. Alternating one to the other, we laid into 
her already bright red buttocks. Twenty each we gave her and left.

Back in the lounge, Carol and I continued where we had left off this 
morning. It was a most delightful way to spend the afternoon. Later, 
when we had both been more than satisfied by each other, I asked Carol 
what she thought about leaving Mary tied to the 'horse' over night. 
"No," she said. "I think she's learned her lesson. But. What we could 
do, after she's cleaned herself and the basement, is to continue with 
this babying thing. We could put one of these nappies on her with the 
strict instruction to leave it on all day, and that she will only have 
one opportunity each day to go to the loo. I think that will teach her 
a lot of self restraint. Of course, if she messes the nappy, we'll whip 
her for it. The tawse if she just pisses herself, and both the tawse 
and the cane if she craps herself."

"Don't  you think she might just be enjoying all this, after-all, she 
was going to get us doing it," I said. "Well, maybe. If she is enjoying 
it, then there's no real harm being done."

"OK, then. Let's get Mary cleaned up and we'll take it from there." I 
fetched a bucket of cold water and some old rags, and took them down to 
the basement. Carol unfastened the bonds holding Mary down, and she got 
up stiffly. I could see that she had been crying, and that the upper 
half of her body was encrusted with drying shit. "Wash yourself with 
this water and then clean up that mess. When you've done that, you can 
come upstairs. If you clean up properly, then I'll allow you to have a 
bath." Again, Carol and I returned up the stairs. Half an hour later 
there was a gentle knock on the lounge door. It was Mary, shivering 
from the cold water I had given her to use. She had cleaned herself 
very well, considering. I nodded to her and said, "Very well. You can 
have a bath, now. But. I expect you back down here, naked, in twenty 
minutes."

While she was having her bath, I went back to my room and looked 
through Mary's other bags. In one were some leather straps with hefty 
buckles, and two sets of handcuffs complete with keys! I suddenly had 
the idea that when we sent Mary to bed in the spare room, we could tie 
her in; handcuff her hands to the headboard and tie her legs with the 
straps to the bottom of the bed. Also, we could leave the babies dummy 
tied into her mouth. In other words, it would be a complete role 
reversal from what she had had in mind! I went back to the lounge to 
await the freshly bathed Mary. She came down a while later looking rosy 
from the warm bath-water. When she saw the baby things on the floor 
next to the sofa, she was acutely embarrassed. Mary started to back 
away, but Carol stopped her in her tracks with a lash of the cane 
across her thighs. "What are you afraid of, Mary? Weren't you going to 
use these things on us?" said Carol. "Y-yes. Yes I would have done. It 
would have been for your pleasure," she pleaded. "That's right. It will 
be for our pleasure. Our pleasure in seeing you humiliated the way you 
would have seen us humiliated! Now. Lay on the floor, on your back. I'm 
going to put you in this nappy, and if you play up, Carol will take the 
cane to you again." She quickly laid herself down on the floor and I 
soon had the towel done up round her waist, looking for all the world 
like a big nappy. I put a vest on her and then tied the dummy back in 
place. "Go and stand in the corner, face to the wall, and don't move." 
She went and stood in the corner. "Tonight, before I send you to bed, 
you will be allowed one visit to the toilet. Make sure you make full 
use of it as you will not be allowed out of the bedroom until morning, 
and woe betide you if you mess that nappy."

I switched on the TV and Carol and I sat back on the sofa to watch. 
While we were watching some programme or other, out of the corner of my 
eye, I saw Mary fidgeting, shifting from one foot to the other. She 
still had her face to the wall, so I picked up the cane and silently 
took up position behind, and to the left of Mary. I swung the cane back 
and let rip with a screacher to the join of her buttocks and thighs. 
Mary let out a piercing scream and I said to her in a stern voice, "I 
told you to stay still. Don't let me catch you moving again or you'll 
get a lot more than that! And don't touch your arse either!" When I was 
sure she would obey my order, I sat back down on the sofa and resumed 
watching the TV. At ten o'clock, I said, "Right. Time for bed." Carol 
and I got up off the sofa, and led Mary by the hand upstairs to the 
bathroom. "You've got three minutes to do what you have to do, so 
hurry!" When she came out, I checked that the nappy was done up as it 
should be. It was OK. We then led her to the spare room. I told her to 
spread-eagle herself on the bed and I quickly snapped the handcuffs to 
her wrists and the headboard. She hadn't been expecting that, and 
looked quite frightened by the time Carol had strapped her legs to the 
bottom of the bed. I put a duvet over her with a final reminder that if 
she had messed the nappy in any way, then she could expect further 
punishment. I then checked that the dummy was securely held, and Carol 
and I went to my room.

My room is across the landing from the spare bedroom, so far enough 
away for us not to be heard. Almost immediately, we burst into 
giggling. Carol was almost crying with laughter. "Oh. You should have 
seen her face when you put those handcuffs on. It was a real picture!"

"You should have seen her face when I gave her that last cut of the 
cane. She certainly wasn't expecting that one!" We collapsed in a heap 
on the bed, still giggling away. We both calmed down a moment or so 
later, undressed and got into bed. Carol started kissing and groping 
me, but soon, we both tired of doing that, and fell asleep.

Neither of us woke up until about eight-thirty. I thought about letting 
Mary out of bed, but instead took a long shower and took my time in 
getting dressed. I then went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for 
us all. Mary, though, would be getting one of her tins of baby-food and 
some orange juice. I brought the whole lot up to my room and Carol and 
I ate ours before I took Mary's in to her.

I went into the spare bedroom where I found Mary still shackled to the 
bed, although the duvet had slipped off in the night. She was awake and 
shivering slightly. Saying nothing, I unfastened the nappy to check for 
any mess. She had controlled herself well. No mess. So I undid the 
straps and the handcuffs and allowed her to go to the toilet. When she 
came out of the bathroom, I told her to get back into the room. I put 
the nappy back on her, put the handcuffs and straps back on and spoon 
fed the babies meal to her. She finished the meal and the bottle of 
orange off quite quickly, and then I allowed her to go and sit in the 
lounge where Carol had just gone.

I followed her down, and when we were all seated, I said, "Now then, 
Mary. We want no more of these so called ideas you had. Dressing up as 
babies for an hour or two could be just a prank. But. Wanting us to 
shit ourselves as well was just too much. And as for you liking shit, 
well, each to their own. Just don't try to force it on anyone else. And 
as for bondage, it's all very well being tied down to the 'horse', and 
I hope you found your own experience very uncomfortable."

"Yes. It was very uncomfortable. I'd never been tied up for so long 
before. I'm very sorry about what I did to you, and I hope that you can 
forgive me," said Mary. Carol said, "I think we can forgive you, but we 
won't be able to forget what happened. Make sure, in future, if you 
have any other brainstorms like these, that you fully inform us first. 
We'd love to take part in your ideas, but only if they are acceptable."

"But," said Mary. "How will you know if they're acceptable if you don't 
try them?"

"Well. I'm willing to try just about anything as long as it's not 
potentially dangerous, which bondage and eating shit," she grimaced, 
"most certainly is."

"They're not dangerous in the least!" said Mary. "They most certainly 
are!" said Carol indignantly. "What if, while you had someone tied up, 
they became very ill, like having a heart attack. You may not find out 
for hours, and by that time, well, you can imagine the consequences. 
And as for that other filthy habit, I'm sure it's not at all healthy. 
Think of the germs and bacteria you swallow. It really doesn't bear 
thinking about. But. As Linda said earlier, if you want to do that with 
some willing partner, then fine. Now. That's all I'm going to say on 
this matter. Let's hear no more about it."

"Once again. I'm very sorry that I upset you both in this way. I was 
just hoping that you might enjoy what I enjoy. What about that other 
idea I put to you yesterday. You know. The body feasting idea?"

"Yes. I think that both Carol and I would be prepared to try that. It 
could be fun!" I said. "It's no where near as bad as your other 
suggestions. I'm willing too!" said Carol. "An idea we can all agree 
on, at last," said Mary. "Shall we do it this evening?" Carol and I 
nodded our consent.

"Can I take this nappy off now?" asked Mary. "I do feel somewhat 
ridiculous, come to think of it."

"OK," I said. "When you've done that we'll make it up to each other, so 
don't bother putting any knickers on. They'll only have to come off 
again!" Smiling brightly, Mary went upstairs to get changed. She came 
back down a few minutes later. "Right," said Mary. "What do you want to 
do?"

"Let's see. Whatever takes our fancy, I guess." Mary came to where I 
was sitting in an armchair and straddled my thighs, putting her arms 
around my neck. She pulled my head towards hers and kissed me on the 
mouth, very passionately. I think that was her way of saying that she 
had forgiven me for the way I treated her. Then she got up off of me, 
and taking my hand, led me to the sofa to join Carol. Mary pulled Carol 
on to the edge of the sofa, and pushed her dress up to her waist and 
eased her knickers off. Then Mary pulled my panties down and dress up, 
and positioned me on top of Carol so that our pussies were in line with 
each other. Then Mary knelt on the floor in front of us and started to 
lick her way from Carol's bum to my clit and back down again. Again and 
again she repeated that until we had both enjoyed an orgasm.

We all got totally undressed after that and laid Mary down on the sofa. 
Carol stuck her head in between Mary's thighs and I attended to her 
breasts and face. We continued in this vein for an hour, and then had a 
rest because it was quite tiring. Lunch time soon came round, and 
because of what we had planned in the evening, had just a light snack. 
Then we spent some time discussing what to do this evening. When all 
the arrangements had been decided, Mary said that she was feeling very 
tired from not being able to sleep very much last night, and would we 
mind if she went to bed for a couple of hours. "No. Of course not," I 
said. "We'll give you a call at six."

"That's great," she said, and went off to the spare room, and bed.

In the meantime, Carol and I started to prepare some of the food needed 
for our feast. Six o'clock came round and Carol went to wake Mary who 
then had a shower and came down to the kitchen dressed only in a 
dressing gown and slippers. We all finished preparing the food, and 
Mary then lay spread out on the kitchen table. We quickly covered her 
body in the various foods we had prepared. Apples were put in each of 
her hands; a small bunch of grapes were held in her teeth; pineapple 
rings were put on her breasts; some blancmange with fruit pieces in it 
around and in her navel; a large German type sausage pushed into her 
vagina, and the rest of her torso was covered in whipped cream sprayed 
from a can. It was an unfortunate mix of savoury and sweet things, but 
it was more or less all we had that would stay on her body.

Carol and I greedily tucked in. I made straight for the sausage, biting 
off a lump and eating it. Then I helped myself to one of the pineapple 
rings, some grapes and the blancmange. I asked Carol if she wanted the 
rest of the sausage; if not I'd finish it off. She told me to help 
myself. I felt thirsty after that little lot, so I took hold of a glass 
and held it in front of Mary's pee-hole and said, "A glass of your 
finest wine, if you please." A few seconds later, Mary started peeing 
and soon filled the glass. "Whoa!" I said. "That's enough!" and Mary 
stopped. Then Carol took a glass and asked Mary to fill it. She did 
just that. Her pee had quite a sweet taste to it; as though she had 
been drinking Cola, or something like that. I half emptied the glass 
and went back to eating the rest of the food stuffs from her sweet 
smelling body. Carol soon finished off the whipped cream and I then 
helped by licking off the remainder of the food residues. Mary was 
clean and bright again and then bit into one of the apples. She 
polished off the apple and sat up on the table, legs dangling over the 
edge. "More wine, anyone?"

"Yes please," I said, and held my glass up to her crotch. She filled 
the glass up again and then did the same to Carol's. "Well. What did 
you think of that, ladies?"

"It was different," said Carol. "Enjoyable, though!" she added. "The 
same goes for me," I said. "I'm glad," said Mary. "Now, though, I need 
some satisfaction! I want a shower to get the rest of these bits of 
food off of me. I wonder if you have any ideas on that score?"

"Come on," I said. "Let's go to the basement!"

We eagerly made our way to the basement and Mary laid down on one of 
the mattresses. Both Carol and I quickly removed our panties and 
hoisted up our skirts. I stood with legs spread and slightly bent over 
her head while Carol took up the same stance over her groin. We both 
let fly a torrent of piss at the same time. She was soon soaked from 
head to thighs. All the while we were peeing on her, Mary was writhing 
in ecstasy. She was loving it! When our pee streams had subsided, Mary 
got up, told us both to get undressed and to lay down on the mattress. 
This we did, and Mary took up her position straddling both our bodies. 
Then she let fly with her offering, spraying us both all over, and 
paying particular attention to our faces and breasts. "I want to whip 
both of you together," she suddenly said. So we prostrated ourselves 
side by side on the sofa. Mary went to the cupboard and selected a 
cane. She came back to us and started caning us with alternate strokes. 
I think she gave us about twenty or so strokes each, and when she had 
finished, she was glistening from the effort. She was more of an expert 
with the cane than either Carol or I had realised. Mary had used just 
sufficient effort to bring us to the point of orgasm without unduly 
hurting us. I mean; the cane strokes caused me pain, but not enough to 
have me howling the place down! They were just enough to know they were 
inflicted for our pleasure, and not in anger.

Then Mary said that she wanted some of the same as we did to her 
yesterday; that was to alternate with the cane and a tawse. We needed 
no second bidding, and complied with her wish. I started off by giving 
her a stroke of the tawse and Carol followed in quickly with a stroke 
of the cane. We gave her about fifteen strokes each, not too hard, and 
she was soon writhing again in ecstasy. But. All too soon, we were all 
becoming cold. The combination of the cool air in the basement and the 
fact that we were all still quite wet from the pissing, had us 
shivering gently. I said, "Let's go and get dried up and then settle 
down in the lounge, where the fire will soon get us warm again. So we 
picked up our clothing and dashed upstairs to the bathroom, grabbed a 
towel each and rubbed ourselves dry. We went to our separate rooms and 
got dressed in some fresh clothes. Then we made our way down to the 
warmth of the lounge.

"I'm going to have a lot of washing to do when I get home," said Mary. 
"Why don't you do your laundry here. You can use the washing machine 
and the tumble drier, and we can do ours at the same time," I said. 
"OK. That's great. I'll do it tomorrow. Now. What about the rest of 
this evening?"

"Well. I feel too tired to do anything else other than perhaps watch 
some TV or listen to some music," I said. "Me too," said Carol. Mary, 
rather resignedly, said, "Oh well. What's on then?" I said, "There's 
this wildlife programme about the Antarctic and then there's the news. 
I haven't seen the news for ages." So we settled down and watched those 
programmes.

Later, when we had seen enough TV for one day, we made our weary way up 
to my bedroom. Mary and Carol shared my bed with me for the night, 
although no attempt was made by anyone to have sex.

In the morning when I woke up, the other two were still fast asleep, so 
I quietly got out of bed and slipped downstairs to get the newspaper. I 
took it back to bed with me and flipped through it while the other two 
were just waking. Carol sat up and yawned. "I'm famished!" she said. "I 
could eat a horse!"

"The canvas might be a bit tough," I laughed. Carol laughed too, got 
out of bed and put her dressing gown on. "Do you two want anything to 
eat?"

"Whatever you're having," I said. "Well. I fancy making myself a fry-
up. Sausages, eggs, fried bread, tomatoes and mushrooms, washed down 
with a large mug of tea." Mary said, "That'll do fine for me as well."

"Me too," I said. So Carol went downstairs to the kitchen and I could 
hear her getting the frying pan out and making all the usual noises 
associated with cooking. She brought up a large tray filled with our 
breakfasts. The plates were almost overflowing with food. Carol put the 
tray on the bedside table, got back into bed with us, and handed out 
the plates to us. We tucked in hungrily. It was delicious. Just the 
right sort of meal to set you up for the rest of the day.

When breakfast was finished, we all got up and got dressed. We hadn't 
bothered with having a shower because there was all the housework to be 
done, and we'd only have to have another shower after that. I did all 
the laundry while the other two dusted and vacuumed the rest of the 
house, and generally tidied up. The washing took ages because there was 
so much that needed doing. Then it was on to the ironing. I usually 
hate doing the ironing, but I dislike dusting even more, so I didn't 
mind doing it. When I had finished the ironing and folded all the 
clothes, I put them all away in their proper places. In the case of 
Mary's clothes, I put them in a spare drawer until she packed them up 
for when she went home. By lunch-time, the whole house was looking 
spick-and-span. We'd all done a good job. Mary then set about getting 
some lunch made. We ate the meal sitting at the kitchen table, talking 
about what we could do this afternoon.

It was a hot, sunny day outside; so we decided to do some sun-bathing. 
We could easily do this in the nude to get an all over tan because we 
are not overlooked by any neighbours. Mary and I went down to the 
basement and brought back the mattresses with us. We spread them on the 
lawn, took off our clothes and lay on them to catch those precious 
U.V.'s. About an hour later, I complained that it was getting too hot. 
Nevertheless, I closed my eyes again and the next thing I knew was that 
Mary and Carol, who had been sharing one of the mattresses, came and 
stood over me, pissing away to their hearts content! That really cooled 
me down, and when I had shaken most of their urine from the mattress 
and my body, I laid down again to get warmed up. The other two did the 
same. A while later, I opened my eyes and looked over to the others. 
They were both sleeping. So, getting up as quietly as I could, I went 
and stood over their heads. They certainly weren't expecting the good 
pissing that I gave them, but they enjoyed it!

We spent another hour sun-bathing, and then the sun had gone behind 
some clouds. So we decided to call it a day, and returned to the house. 
I put the central heating on full, and the house was soon more than 
warm enough, so I turned it back down to normal. None of us bothered 
getting dressed. Actually, it was quite thrilling to just wander around 
in the nude. It all seemed perfectly natural. "What shall we do now?" I 
wondered aloud. "Can't think of anything, offhand," said Mary. "What 
about a spanking session in time to some music!" was Carol's 
suggestion. I had thought about that before, but I said, "No. I'm not 
in the mood for a spanking."

"You may not be, but I am! Do you fancy a spanking Mary?"

"Not really, thanks."

"Huh! Spoilsports!" she said with a grin. Then Carol said, "Have you 
got one of those strap on dildoes with you Mary?"

"Yes I have. Do you fancy being screwed with one?"

"Not half! But I want to be screwed in the arse. Is that legal?" Mary 
replied that she didn't know, but if no one told anyone else, who would 
find out?

Mary then dashed up stairs and came back down a few minutes later with 
her dildo strapped to her groin. In her hand she carried a tube of K.Y. 
jelly. She smeared some of the lubricant onto the dildo and got Carol 
to kneel on the sofa. Carol assumed the required position and then Mary 
got into place behind her. "Are you ready for this?" asked Mary. "Yes. 
I'm quite ready." So Mary probed Carol's anus with the tip of the 
dildo, getting it lubricated, and eased the phallus in. Soon, Carol had 
taken the whole length of it inside her, and was looking decidedly 
content. Then Mary started to pump the dildo slowly in and out of 
Carol's bum. They were both enjoying it very much as I looked on in 
fascination. "I'll have to have a go with that thing when you're 
finished," I said. "How do you like it, Carol," asked Mary. "It's very 
thrilling, lovely and wondrous!" she said. "Sheer poetry?" I said. 
"Mmmm," was her reply. They had been screwing for about five minutes 
when I noticed little brown streaks seeping out of Carol's bum. The 
action of the dildo was pumping shit out of Carol's arse! I didn't 
mention this to them, and they carried on in ignorance. I could see 
what was going to happen. Mary would probably pull the dildo out, see 
the result, and lick Carol's bum for her. Well. As long as she had a 
mouthwash before kissing one of us, that would be OK. And that is 
indeed what did happen. Carol was shuddering in orgasm when Mary pulled 
the phallus out, saw the mess and proceeded to clean Carol with her 
mouth. "There!" said Mary. "All nice and clean!"

"Before you do anymore, I want you to go and wash your mouth out. I, 
and I'm sure Carol, don't want the taste of shit next time we kiss 
you."

"OK. I will," said Mary. She sauntered out of the room with smears of 
shit around her mouth. It was not a pleasant sight, particularly when 
she licked her lips in an exaggerated gesture to me. She came back a 
few minutes later, knelt in front of me, opened her mouth wide, and 
asked if this was all right. I looked in her mouth and then sniffed. It 
seemed OK, so I kissed her using my tongue just to make sure. She had 
indeed washed her mouth thoroughly, and was now a very nice person to 
know again.

"Do you want to try it now," Mary asked me. "Not if it's going to do 
that," I replied. "No thank you!"

"You don't know what you're missing," said Carol. "If it hadn't been 
for my shit escaping like that, it would still have been a great 
thrill."

"If you do fancy trying it sometime," said Mary, "why not make sure 
there's no shit in your bum first. Have an enema."

"No way," I said, remembering what happened before. "I remember what 
happened the time Carol and I tried that some time ago. The mess went 
everywhere. No. I don't mind trying it in the conventional way, but not 
up my bum!"

"Please yourself," said Mary. "Do you want a fuck with it?" I cringed 
slightly at her coarse way of expressing things, but I thought, why 
not? "OK. Just make sure it's clean first," I said. So Mary took it out 
to the kitchen and rinsed it under the tap. I lay myself down on the 
sofa, and before Mary re-strapped it to her, she tongued and fingered 
my pussy to get me ready. Then she strapped it on, and close up, it 
looked huge, although probably no bigger than Keith's penis was. She 
slid the end into me, and then with one lunge that had me gasping, 
buried it to the hilt! It had been ages since I had felt something like 
this inside me. She knew just what to do, and soon had me panting in 
the throes of an incredible orgasm. She didn't let up when she saw me 
orgasming, and continued to pump the dildo in and out. I was a virtual 
wreck when she finally climbed off of me. I was sure, then, that in 
future it would get plenty of use.

THURSDAY EVENING........... About twenty minutes later, while we were 
all relaxing together, the 'phone rang. It was Dave, Mary's boyfriend. 
He wanted to speak to her, so I handed the 'phone over and she took the 
call. I returned to my seat and slumped down, still tired. Their 
conversation lasted just over a minute, and she came and sat between 
Carol and me on the sofa. "Dave's course has finished a day early and 
he's coming back tonight," she said excitedly. "I'll have to go home to 
be there for him," she added. "Of course," I said. "I'll give you a 
hand to get packed, unless you want him to spend the night here."

"Could I?" she asked. "Yes. That'd be OK. Do you mind, Carol?"

"No. I don't mind. I'd like to meet this Dave."

"I'd better take a few things back with me just in case he wants to 
stay at home. If he does that, then I'll persuade him to come and meet 
you both tomorrow."

"We look forward to it," I said. "Come on. I'll help you pack." With 
that we went to her room and got most of her things packed. "Can you 
leave that dildo here, Mary," I asked. "Sure. I won't be needing it as 
long as Dave is around. Are you still sure you want him to come round. 
After all, he knows about us and being a horny sod, as well as crafty, 
he'll have me spilling all the details about this weeks events in no 
time. Then he'll want to come and see for himself. If you three hit it 
off, so to speak, would you be willing to let him have sex with you 
two?"

"We'll see about that," I said. We finished packing her things, and 
then she went for a shower.

She came back to her room, got dressed and then asked me to get rid of 
the babies things for her. She had thought better of that little idea, 
but she'd have to take back the handcuffs. They were police issue and 
had to be accounted for. Then she was gone. I stood at the front door 
with Carol to see her off, said good-bye and went back inside.

As we were sitting together, I again asked Carol if she minded whether 
Mary brought Dave round to see us. "No. As I said, I'm looking forward 
to meeting him, and no, I don't think I would have any hesitation in 
letting him screw me! Especially if he's like Mary describes him."

"That's fine," I said. "Mary said she would ring to let us know one way 
or the other." So there was nothing to do now until Mary 'phoned in a 
few hours time. I prepared a meal for the two of us which we ate 
watching the early evening news on the box. One of the headlines made 
us sit up. Two men were helping police with their inquiries into the 
pub bombing. "That's great news," I said. "I've never doubted our 
wonderful police-force," said Carol. "I just hope they can get a 
conviction, but that'll take forever and a day!"

"At least we can rest more easily now." We were both silent for a while 
after that, musing our fate.

At just after eight o'clock, Mary 'phoned to ask if it was still OK to 
come round with Dave. "Of course! How long will you be, so that I can 
prepare for your visit."

"We'll be there in three quarters of an hour. Dave is just going to 
have a shower and get changed, then we'll leave."

"See you then, then. Cheerio." I said, and put the receiver back on its 
cradle. I went up to the spare room and made sure it was tidy.

Mary and Dave arrived when they said they would. I welcomed them both 
in to the lounge and offered drinks. Then we all sat down and chatted 
for a while. At last, Dave said, "Mary has told me quite a bit about 
you two ladies, and I for one, would dearly love to get to know you 
better. As you know, Mary loves getting her bottom whacked. Many's the 
time when she has gone to work with a sore bum! That gives me a fair 
thrill just thinking about it, and also what her superior officers 
might think if they knew. Having said that, though, whacking her bum is 
not always my cup of tea. I prefer to just have normal sex with her. 
And as for her love of bodily fluids, and solids, well: I don't mind 
giving her my sperm, or to a lesser extent, my urine, But I draw the 
line at shit."

"Us, too," I said. "Mary tried it on us, and that went down like a lead 
balloon. We did get our own back on that score, though, didn't we 
Mary?"

"Oh, yes. You certainly did," she said with a wry smile on her face. 
Dave continued, "Don't get me wrong. I love Mary very much and the 
thought that I am actually hurting her doesn't do much for me; even if 
she begs for it. It's not quite right. Do you see what I mean?" he 
asked, looking in my direction. "I think so. I think you mean that you 
don't like hurting her, even though you do. But. Look at it this way. 
When Mary begs you to attend to her bottom, think only that she is 
asking you to do it because she loves you dearly, and that it's her way 
of asking for forgiveness for something she may not even have done!"

Poor Dave! He looked rather perplexed by my statement. "Look," I said. 
"Don't worry about hurting Mary by whacking her bum. It's what she 
wants, and believe me, she can take a fair old whacking. We women are 
far more resilient than some men might imagine. Take the other evening, 
for instance. Mary was soundly whipped by both Carol and myself, but 
she recovered quite quickly. Although that was a severe, by our 
standards, whipping; it was done with love and respect at the forefront 
of our minds. In no way was it at all done sadistically."

"Yes. I see," said Dave. "Thank you for enlightening me like this. I'll 
be seeing everything in a different light from now on. Thanks, once 
again."

"My pleasure," I said. "Now then. Who's for some fun and games?"

A chorus of "Me. Me!" went up. So I started the ball rolling by taking 
my skirt and blouse off and then dragging Dave off the sofa, grasping 
him in my arms, I gave him a big, wet kiss! He soon responded by 
returning the kiss and running his hands over my arms and back. I 
encouraged him further by taking one of his hands and clasping it to 
one of my breasts. He needed no more motivation than that. He soon had 
my bra' off and was nuzzling my nipples with his lips and teeth. Then 
the other two got in on the act. They were soon stripped off and 
smothering Dave with kisses and caresses. I pulled away from him then, 
and Mary and Carol had him divested in next to no time at all!

I saw Mary push Dave back onto the sofa and quickly knelt down in front 
of him. She took his rapidly stiffening cock in her mouth. Carol joined 
Mary, and they were taking it in turns to stimulate him. For my part, I 
took off my knickers, climbed onto the sofa and offered him my pussy to 
lick. He certainly knew what to do! He had me shaking like a leaf in no 
time at all, and before very long, I was orgasming in a way I hadn't 
done for a long time. I looked over my shoulder and saw him ejaculate 
over Carol's face. Some of it went on Mary, but taking no notice of 
that, Mary licked Carol's face clean. Then Carol reciprocated.

Then the two girls laid end to end on the floor and started sixty-
nining each other. They were rolling round the carpet like some wild 
animals mating. I saw them both shudder in the throes of an orgasm and 
then fell apart from each other. Slowly, they both got up and then 
plonked themselves down in whichever seat was nearest. Having regained 
some composure, Dave said, "After what you said earlier, Linda, I would 
love to spank one of you. Who's going to volunteer?" Another chorus of 
"Me! Me! Me!" went out. "All of you?" he said excitedly. "Don't you 
think you could manage the three of us?" said Mary. "Let's find out, 
then." So we went down to the basement.

On the way to the basement, we three girls had a quick conflab about 
how things would proceed. When we got there, we girls quickly 
positioned ourselves side by side on the sofa, with our bums sticking 
out. I showed Dave where to find the canes and straps, and he went to 
the cupboard. He took his time in selecting which cane to use, but his 
choice made, came back to where we were lined up. He swished the cane 
through the air a couple of times to get used to it, and then without 
very much in the way of a warning, delivered two sharp strokes to 
Carol's bottom, which was first in line. Mary was next and also got two 
stingers. Then it was my turn, and he gave me two, a pause, then two 
more before returning back the way he had come, giving the others two 
more each as he went. We were soon howling like wolves on a night with 
a full moon! Nevertheless, he kept traversing the row of bottoms giving 
two strokes each time he went past, until I think we had had about 
sixteen strokes each. Telling us to stay where we were, he put the cane 
back in the cupboard, and then came back running his tongue over each 
of our bottoms. Soon, there was just the sound of a few muffled sobs 
emanating from us. It was a perfect demonstration of our resilience for 
him. I looked at him and he seemed very impressed by the way we had 
handled ourselves, not to mention the enormous erection he had! When he 
was sure we were back to near normal, he seized Mary by the hips, and 
without so much as a 'by your leave', he thrust his cock into Mary's 
quim. It didn't take him very long to ejaculate. I could see his spunk 
oozing out of Mary, past his cock and making a generally sticky mess. 
Then he pulled out of her, and I made a dive for her. I stuck my face 
to her pussy, licking up his cum, while Carol made for his cock. She 
pushed it in her mouth, and sucked him clean.

That left us all feeling knackered. Dave said that he thought he might 
be able to get one more erection tonight, but then no more! "Don't 
worry!" I said. "There's more cock around here than you might think!" 
He looked puzzled by that, until I pulled out Carol's vibrator and 
Mary's dildo. "Right." He said. "I'm game, but give me about ten 
minutes to get recovered."

"No problem," I said as I strapped the dildo on. "Do you want this?" I 
said looking at Carol. Her look said it all. So Carol laid on her back 
on the floor, and I mounted her missionary style. I had never done this 
before and it was a while before I got the hang of it. I was soon 
pumping away like a good'un, and then I felt my bum being eased up into 
the air. Mary then stuck the vibrator in my quim, and started pumping 
me with it! I couldn't take this for very long, so I pulled out of 
Carol, rolled onto my back and let Mary carry on. Soon after, I noticed 
that Dave's cock was yet again rearing its head. Carol was the only one 
not being 'seen to' at that moment, so it was only natural that Dave 
should want to screw her. He bent her over the arm of the sofa and was 
quickly inside her. He started pistoning in and out very rapidly, but I 
could see that he was tiring fast. He slowed down then, and slowly 
brought Carol and himself to the orgasm they both wanted. He ejaculated 
inside her and then promptly collapsed on her back. He was quite a 
heavy guy and Carol was obviously feeling very uncomfortable being 
squashed by him. She managed to push him off and she got up and 
collapsed herself onto the sofa. That was it for the evening. We were 
all to tired to even contemplate carrying on.

Mary and Dave helped each other to their room and Carol and I did the 
same. We said good-night to each other on the landing, and then made 
our weary way to bed. As soon as Carol's head touched the pillow, she 
was out like a light. I must have followed suit soon after.

We must have been sleeping like logs, because I didn't notice Mary and 
Dave come into our room. The first I knew anything untoward was 
happening was when I tried to turn over, but discovered that both my 
arms and my legs were securely tied to the bed. I started to panic 
then. I wondered if it was all a dream, but then I saw Dave standing 
over me, and Mary standing over Carol. Then I saw them pick up a cane 
each. They started laying into our bums and thighs in a most sadistic 
manner. After just two of the strokes, we were both screaming our heads 
off. "Scream as much as you want, you bitches. No one's going to hear 
you! Did you really think Mary would let you get away with what you did 
to her the other day?" said Dave, and they resumed flogging us. On and 
on they went. I thought they would never stop until our skin was 
shredded. I wasn't too far off the mark with that. When they became 
apparently disenchanted with the canes, they picked up a riding crop 
each, and continued by using them.

I must have fainted or something, because the next thing I remember 
feeling was Mary forcing her hand right up inside my vagina. She was 
brutal. I thought she was going to split me wide open. Then I noticed 
that Dave was doing the self same thing to Carol. We were still 
screaming when all of a sudden the door burst open and in stormed the 
proverbial 'Cavalry', a policeman and a policewoman. Mary and Dave 
froze in their tracks. They were quickly hurried away by the male 
officer. The woman untied our bonds and put the duvet over us. She 
asked if we were all right. I was still sobbing like mad and shaking 
from the fright and ferocity of it all. Then she said that someone 
walking their dog had heard our screams and called them. "Oh. Thank 
God," I said over and over again. Carol had calmed down to a 
comparative whimper now, and asked no one in particular if they knew 
who Mary was. "She's one of you," she said when she got no reply. "What 
do you mean? One of us?"

"Yes," I said. "WPC Mary Overton with her boyfriend, Dave. I don't know 
his second name."

"Mary! Oh my God," she said. "I know her slightly. I didn't recognise 
her, and I had no idea she could be like this," she said in 
astonishment. "Let's get you up and dressed. Then there's some 
questions that need answering."

The woman P.C. then said to her colleague, "Take those two downstairs." 
He did, and she helped us up. Then she noticed the condition of our 
backsides and thighs. "Jesus H. Christ!" she exclaimed. "Did they do 
this to you?" No answer was needed. "Have you got any antiseptic I can 
put on for you?"

"There's some Witch Hazel in the bathroom," I said, "and some cotton 
wool." She went to get it, and returned a moment later. "Lay on your 
fronts and I'll treat these cuts for you."

Ten minutes or so later, she said, "There. All done. I expect you'll be 
very sore for a few days, but I don't think there'll be any scarring. I 
think, though, that I ought to get a doctor to see you."

"No. That won't be necessary, thanks," I said. "We'll be OK soon. Now. 
Would you mind leaving us for a moment. There's something I need to 
discuss with my sister." She left the room and I heard her go 
downstairs.

I said to Carol, "What do you want to do about this episode?" She 
thought for a moment, then said, "What can we do? After all, they were 
guests in our house and, in a sense, I suppose we did deserve their 
retribution."

"Yes. I was thinking the same thing. Shall we tell the police not to 
press charges and to let Mary and Dave go?"

"That's the best thing, I think. We'll tell them that they did what 
they did with our consent."

"OK. Let's go downstairs and tell them."

We went downstairs and found the others in the kitchen. Both Mary and 
Dave looked very worried. I said to the policewoman, "Can I have a word 
in private?" She followed Carol and me into the lounge. "We're not 
pressing charges," I said. "We gave them our consent to do what they 
did." The policewoman looked astonished indeed. "They nearly skinned 
you alive, and you're not pressing charges? Why?"

"As I said, they did what they did with our knowledge and consent. It 
may seem unusual to you, but it's perfectly OK with us. It's the way we 
are; the way they are. But. I thank you for coming to investigate the 
disturbance, because it was getting slightly out of hand, and we assure 
you that you won't have to be called out to us again. We'd appreciate 
it if you and your colleague left now. We can sort out our own affairs. 
Once again. Thank you for your concern."

She went back to her colleague looking completely bewildered. A moment 
later, the two police-officers came out of the kitchen and left. I 
heard them pull away in their car and head off towards town.

Carol an I made our way into the kitchen. Mary and Dave both looked up 
at us as we entered. "What did you tell them," asked Mary. "We told 
them that it was none of their concern and that we consented to you 
doing what you did."

"Thanks. We didn't deserve that, but thanks anyway," said Mary. She 
continued, "I'll probably be transferred away from the area now. I 
don't see how I could work with people if they knew what had happened 
tonight. And they will know. That Amanda Preston will spread the 
information round the nick faster than a bush telegraph! I'll be sorry 
to leave, as I had really grown fond of this area and you two in 
particular. I'm really sorry that we caused you so much bother and 
pain. We didn't mean to hurt you as much as we did. We just got carried 
away. I'm truly sorry."

"Me too," said Dave. "I must take responsibility for the suffering we 
caused you both. I don't know why. It just seemed a good idea at the 
time. I'm very sorry."

"Let's leave it at that, then," I said. "I accept your apology."

"I accept your apology, too," said Carol. Then Mary asked, "Can we 
leave on good terms then?"

"Who said anything about leaving?" I asked. Smiles of realisation that 
they could still be friends with us, broke on their faces. "What truly 
wonderful people you two are," said Mary. "You've made me realise what 
having true friends is all about. I promise never to do anything like 
that to you again."

"Right," said Carol. "Let's forget that the events tonight ever took 
place. I'm going to bed, and I suggest you two do the same." I took 
Carol's hand and led her upstairs back to my room. We got into bed and 
she was soon sleeping, albeit rather fitfully.

Dave and Mary brought us breakfast in bed, as a way I suppose, of 
saying that they were still sorry. Mary had excelled herself in making 
us an enormous English breakfast. Bacon, eggs, sausages, mushrooms, 
tomatoes, fried bread, a glass of fruit juice and a large mug of piping 
hot tea. They then went back downstairs while Carol and I finished the 
delicious breakfast. When we had finished, we got up, had a shower and 
got dressed. Our buttocks and thighs were still quite sore, but knew 
the pain wouldn't last too long. We then went to join Mary and Dave in 
the lounge. Dave suggested that we might like a drive out somewhere. 
"Anywhere take your fancy, ladies?"

"I don't really mind," I said. Mary said, "Well. I don't know about 
you, but I would like to go and look round Salisbury, have some lunch 
and then take a leisurely drive back. What do you think?"

"That's fine by us," said Carol. "Great! Let's go, then."

And that's where this chapter of my life comes to a close. One day, 
I'll get around to telling you about my life and happenings, but until 
then - Cheerio.

Linda.


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