5. Real Torture comes from the Heart
The next day I was very very cruel.
I came to the door when they knocked, and made them strip once again out in the
cold. My daughter was wearing a t-shirt made of very thin, vaguely see-thru
material, which I had literally cut off just at the breast line. Her skirt was
made of denim, dyed red, and came down about a fifth of the way down the thigh,
and she was wearing a pair of tennis shoes. I had told her to wear them, even
though it technically broke the rule I had set for her regarding shoes, but
somehow in such an exposing outfit, tennis shoes without socks seemed so sexy.
And I forbade her to tie their laces. That one just came to me.
Mackenzie was wearing a very simple affair - something any modern girl might
wear, actually, but it was quite sexual nonetheless. It was a simple t-shirt and
shorts affair, with the t-shirt just barely failing to reach the waistline. She
was wearing no socks, and a pair of ridiculous high-heels. They made her walk in
an awkward but inviting way. Mackenzie really knew how to dress.
This time I made them strip each other. Before they could come inside, they had
to take turns removing a piece of clothing from the other's body. When Victoria
exposed Mackenzie's breasts to the cold air, I told her to kiss Mackenzie's
erect nipples, and to lick them, while unbuttoning her shorts. Once the shorts
had been removed, I bade Mackenzie do the same to my daughter's nipples as she
exposed them and then removed her skirt. Finally they were both nude, standing
on my porch, and I allowed them into the house.
"Ok, you two have been engaging in lesbian sexual activities. That in itself
deserves a penalty - I did not raise my daughter to be a dyke, and do not intend
her friends to be either. For this, as with all violations, you will receive
five more swats every day. Since both of you participated, it will be ten. Since
neither of you told me, that will be another ten. And since Victoria protested
against my directions yesterday afternoon, that makes another ten. From now on,
each of you will be receiving eighty swats. And as always when violations occur,
that number will be doubled today, for a grand total of 160 swats each."
They were used to this treatment by now, and did not act particularly phased.
But I could see nervousness in their eyes. "That is too many to hit you in one
place. I am going to spread them out over various parts of your body."
My daughter began to blush all over. Mackenzie, however, was still unfazed. She
seemed to know already where this was heading.
"Let's see. We'll do forty on the ass, forty on the back of the legs, thirty on
your breasts and stomachs, thirty on the front of your legs, and the last twenty
on the inside of your thighs.
As was so often the case, my daughter began to wail and her lover simply rolled
her eyes in anger.
"Victoria, you will go first. Kneel in front of the couch," I commanded. She did
so as slowly as she could, so I popped her a good one on the left buttcheek.
"Faster!" I shot as she yelped and dropped to her knees.
"A hundred and sixty swats each is going to tire my arm out too much. So
Mackenzie, I want you to take this belt, and administer the spanking with me.
I'll use this extension cord I brought for this very purpose." I had set an
extension cord down on the coffee table, and now I picked it up. It was small,
only about three or four millimeters thick, but being made of rubber, it was
sure to be multiple times as painful as my belt had ever been. "You and I will
trade swats, Mackenzie. I'll take a shot, then you will, and so on. If I am not
satisfied with the force behind your swats, it won't count. Ok, are you ready,?"
"Mackenzie looked away and nodded."
Cruelly, I asked my daughter as well, "are you ready, Victoria?"
The only sound was sobbing. So I took the extension cord, doubled and tripled it
up, and slapped her ass silly.
Victoria screamed.
She screamed very loudly, and her hands immediately shot up to block her ass off
from any future blows. She fell over to the side and writhed on the floor,
wailing and moaning. It amazed me how much prettier her face became in the
throes of emotional and physical torment.
"Get back up!" I commanded. "That is going to cost you big time." I happened to
see that Mackenzie was beginning to cry as well, which was unusual so early in
the game. I guess seeing her lover so broken was getting to her as well.
Victoria continued her tantrum. I kneeled down next to her and grabbed one of
her nipples, pulling upwards and twisting. I grabbed her by the hair, and
pulling and twisting on nipples and hair as hard as I could, I forced her back
into position, kneeling over the couch. I leaned on her, putting my weight on
her so she couldn't move. "Do not move" I growled into her ear. "Understand?"
After a few moments, she calmed down. "Understand?" I asked again.
As meekly and quietly as possible, she nodded her assent.
"All right," I said, and got up. "Mackenzie, you go ahead and start. Hit her ten
times on the ass, then I'll hit her ten times. We'll take turns like that, ok?"
I heard a loud sob, this time from Mackenzie. Surprised, I looked up at her. She
was openly crying. "Did you hear me?" I asked threateningly.
She nodded, and wailed, "yes..."
"Ok, then, have at it. Make them count."
Victoria called out from her position hugging the couch cushions, her voice
still crying as before, "it's ok, Mackenzie, go ahead. You have to."
"I'm sorry," said Mackenzie, and reluctantly, she raised the belt and brought it
down on my daughter's ass. She took me seriously - she didn't seem to be holding
back.
Victoria jumped, and said, "ow!"
Mackenzie paused, looking back and forth between me and my daughter. "Go on," I
said.
Victoria called out, too, though it was apparent she was speaking between teeth
clenched in pain, "don't worry, Mackenzie, just keep going til it's over with."
Mackenzie hit her a second and a third time, leaving nice red stripes on her
lover's ass. At number four, Victoria began squeezing deeper into the couch's
cushions, sort of hugging them in a desperate attempt to keep from jumping up
and incurring my wrath. Mackenzie hit her a fifth time and sixth time in rapid
succession, but the crack of the belt was noticeably quieter those times.
"Ahem," I said. "I've seen how hard you can hit that thing. No holding back.
Start over at five."
Mackenzie characteristically rolled her eyes. Now she was stuck. Stupidly, she
had revealed her strength on the first blow, too late thinking she could fool me
into thinking she couldn't hit very hard. Now I knew, and I wasn't going to let
her get away with anything. She apparently decided the best thing was to get it
over as fast as possible, and she delivered blows five through ten rapidly, with
a second or less between each swat. On eight, Victoria yelped. On nine, she
yelled out, the yell continuing all the way through ten, with an increase in
volume at the point that number ten cracked across her ass. Afterwards, she was
almost squealing into the cushions, but she recovered quickly.
I knew as I approached with the cord that this was going to be the worst pain
she had ever felt in her life. Her ass had been primed up, sensitized, by
Mackenzie's treatment. Now the stinging swipes of my thin electric cord were
sure to make her scream. I was glad our house was so isolated from others in the
area. She began squealing from the first of my ten licks, her ass wiggling this
way and that. Her body was trying all kinds of positions in an attempt to suffer
as little pain as possible - sometimes her legs were held tightly together,
laying across the floor, and sometimes her knees were widely spread, as she
humped back and forth in a vaguely sexual manner, trying to avoid my blows
without looking like she was trying to avoid them.
Finally, my ten were up, and Mackenzie took her turn again. She was, of course,
not as powerful as me, so Victoria's yelps of pain weren't so dramatic this
time. She just cried steadily.
I finished the last of my ten ass-swats as cruelly as I could, and started
immediately on the backs of her legs. By now Victoria was truly squealing as she
writhed in agony. I started at the bottom of her ass and ranged down to almost
her knee, watching as my cord left red marks on her leg at regular intervals. I
then indicated it was Mackenzie's turn, and she obediently slapped Victoria's
legs with her belt. My daughter was heaving up and down as she cried in agony.
My second set I aimed all at the same place, right across the very middle of the
back of her thighs. She couldn't take this, and at number 5, her hands finally
jerked back to protect her leg from my blows.
I stopped, and said, "you know what that means."
My daughter and Mackenzie both moaned in mental anguish. "Under normal
circumstances, both of your daily licks would be increased to 85, and today's
increased to 360. But I do think 360 is too severe, and frankly, I think my arm
would become too tired. So here's what I'm going to do. I am going to simply
increase each of your daily licks by 20 - to 100 a day. And to help you keep
yourself from disobeying during the rest of this spanking and during future
spankings, I will restrain your hands so that they are unable to move. Ok?"
Facing away from me, sobbing, my daughter nodded. I took the cord I had been
spanking her with and wrapped it around her wrists. I then tied it to the boards
that made up the back of the couch she was laying against. The rest of the cord
I wrapped around her knees and tied to the bottom of the couch, so that however
she moved, her ass and legs would be exposed. Then I took the belt from
Mackenzie, and gave my daughter the remaining 20 licks on the back of her legs.
Now it was time to spank my daughter's front side. I untied her from the couch,
but kept her wrists and knees tied. While she shook and sobbed, I guided her to
the coffee table, and laid her on its cold surface on her back. I raised her
arms over her head and tied her wrists to one of the legs, and did the same with
her knees. I then handed the belt to Mackenzie. "You go first," I said. "10 on
the front of her legs."
My daughter's legs and breasts were already striped from whatever treatment she
was receiving at the hands of her principal. Mackenzie's slaps added dark, wide
stripes to the thin, light memories of other recent punishments. My daughter's
eyes were tightly shut as she accepted her punishment with tortured cries.
We finished with her legs and then each hit her fifteen times on the breasts.
Mackenzie aimed only for the tops and bottoms of them, so I hit my daughter
fifteen times right on the nipples. She groaned and her face screwed up in a
tight grimace, unable to believe I could pack so much pain into the snap of a
belt.
And finally came the hard part. 20 hits on the inside of her legs. I had her lay
on the floor, legs raised and spread over the coffee table. I tied each knee to
a leg, causing her lower half to be tilted up and spread open. Victoria's legs
were wonderfully dark and muscular, her vagina beautifully tight. I had no more
cord so I made Mackenzie hold my daughter's hands above her head, pushed tightly
onto the floor. As Victoria began shouting, "No! No!" I slammed my belt into her
inner thigh, right above her vagina. She jumped hard, but Mackenzie dutifully
held her fast, crying, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I hit her ten times on each
leg, ranging from mid-thigh down almost to her lips. Victoria was strangely
silent, though her face evidence excruciating pain. Then, after it was all over,
she let go and began bawling, rubbing her breasts and legs and ass, hoping the
pain would go away. I let her cry for a minute or so while I untied her. Then I
looked at her lover Mackenzie, and gestured with the cord toward the couch.
"Your turn," I said, "let's go. Victoria, you're going to help, just like she
did."
"Fuck you" said Victoria, as Mackenzie fatalistically walked over to the couch.
I approached Mackenzie with the cord, replying to my daughter, "not yet."
And then we made her lover scream.
