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Chapter Thirteen
Later, downstairs Tom woke to shouting.
“Wakey, wakey, naughty Toni, you overslept and didn't report at 5 o clock to us. Now it is ten past, and look, no make-up. Toni's going to be disciplined.” They pulled him off the bed and took him over to the vaulting horse, bending him over it and started to strap him down on it. They spread his stocking encased legs and strapped them tightly, then his unresisting arms and then across his back, pushing his false boobs into the leather top. Once he was unable to move at all Jo pushed his face into the thick facemask at the head of the horse and he opened his mouth and accepted the plug gag without resistance, while she pulled the straps over his bonnet and tightened them.
Then he felt his skirt being raised.
Jo and Pat admired Tom's firm nates held in the taut white rubber, as tight as a drum. Both of them took a cheek and rubbed the shiny surface. Jo placed a finger on the butt plug base and pushed it in a half inch. She heard a grunt and Tom's body shivered. Then she had an idea.
“Pat, I have an idea, What about an enema at the same time as the paddling? We could pull out the butt plug, slip the tube up his rear, and run the tube along his crack, the pants we can then pull up to keep it in and then as the water seeps in we paddle away!”
Behind her mask Pat looked at Jo in a mix of horror and admiration.
“God, Jo, I'm starting to get a bit worried about you. You are way ahead of me in the deviance stakes, my goodness. God, I hope I never cross you and have to face the consequences! I don't know if I would survive it.” Jo grinned and took her in her arms.
“I don't expect you to ever cross me, Pat, and if you did I have a sneaking suspicion you would do it on purpose, just to see what devious retribution I could come up with.”
Jo was now clearly comfortable with her role, there were no nerves or embarrassment, she was born for this, and she, along with Pat and Tom, now knew it! Pat knew she had been found out and gripped her lover.
“Yep, I'm afraid I think you're absolutely right, and I can get wet just thinking what you may do to me.” Jo kissed her rubber cheek.
“Come on, no time to dwell, Toni is waiting.”
Tom of course heard all this but could do nothing, except let out a low groan. Pat brought over the metal stand and removed the rubber bag, went to the bathroom and filled it with warm, soapy water. Jo in the meantime had pulled down Tom's tight pants to the top of his thighs, just low enough to push in the enema tube. Jo thought it was strange the power the two of them had at that moment.
In front of them a man transformed to a woman, in inescapable bondage, wearing the most outrageous rubber fetish clothes, exposed, vulnerable, and about to be enema'd and spanked. Both experienced a shiver of excitement as Jo gently eased the butt plug from Tom's rear and Pat immediately pressed the end of the tube through the expanded, pink orifice. It flinched of course, only natural really, but Pat ignored this and soon it was in the full six inches. She nodded to Jo as she folded the tube along Tom's ass crack and Jo pulled up the latex panties. Smoothing them out, they returned to their previous glossy firmness, with the tube embedded and immovable.
As Pat armed herself with one leather paddle and gave Jo the other, she asked.
“How many do you think? You gave him a hundred last night; I see he's still a little tender, what about 50 in total, so 25 for each cheek?”
“Yes, should be enough. I want to improve my tennis backhand, so I'll take his right buttock and you can take the left.” They spread their legs at right angles to Tom's shiny white latex bottom, then Pat released the clip holding the water and it seeped into Tom's waiting rectum. Jo nodded at Pat, and Pat took the first swing, then Jo had her turn. They continued like this, a steady metronome of whacks at two second intervals. With leather on drum-tight latex, the sound in the enclosed basement room was almost deafening, but this seemed to spur them on to hit even harder. They concentrated on the glossy white target and barely looked at each other, keeping up the loud beat. Only too soon, for them, did they finish. There was a light sheen on Jo's brow and Pat dabbed at her eyes again.
They would have happily carried on but they knew there would be many chances in the future – and it didn't pay to damage the goods on the first day! They worked well as a team and Jo lowered Tom's pants again while Pat removed the tube and before Tom could react, rammed the butt plug back in, to a loud grunt from Tom. Again there was a little wriggling but really Tom was powerless to stop them doing anything they wished, and he knew it. Jo fondled the buttocks again.
“Snug as a bug in a rug.” She went round to his head and placed her hand on his bonnet, trapped to the face piece.
“You must learn fast, Toni. You must be prompt in future; otherwise your arse is really going to get some treatment. The plug will remain in you until you have served us dinner at 7 o clock on the patio. You had less than a pint so you should not get too many cramps, but Toni, that is the price you pay for not being diligent. I'm sure you'll learn.” She patted his exposed rubber nates almost affectionately.
“We'll release you now; you have an hour and a half to prepare us something nice to eat. An omelette and a salad would be all right and open a bottle of wine, Pat and I have plenty to celebrate! Not you I fear.”
They released the straps and then the face piece. He slowly raised himself and pulled down his skirt in a strange almost prudish way, considering the way he was dressed. Jo looked at his face and grinned.
“My goodness Toni, just look at your make-up. All smudged and smeared, I do believe you have been crying, have you?” reluctantly Tom nodded, his arse was on fire and the enema was rumbling in his abdomen. He gently felt the butt plug through his panties and let out a gasp.
“Well, go upstairs and do you make-up, might as well start now. I want you back in ten minutes and we will check it, quick now!” She smiled and pointed to the horse and it was clear what the consequences were if he were late.
Despite his enema, corset and high heels he skipped up the stairs, much better on his heels, he now noted. He heard their laughter, but he was now intent on not displeasing then any more.
He thought of his dear wife, well ex-wife now really, in her latex schoolgirl costume ordering him about, what a change in a day! But oh God, she did look so wonderful, her gorgeous hair held back in a pony tail, her firm breasts in their rubber cups and her superb legs in tight white stockings. How could he hate her?
Despite the pain she had inflicted on him he still loved her, he feared her as well of course (as well he should) but he was still infatuated with her beauty and the power she had over him now. And her ability to wreak punishment strangely did not diminish that love at all.
He sat down gingerly on his plugged arse, feeling the plug move within him, his cheeks still on fire. Then he got to work, with cotton swabs, clearing away his smeared tears and mascara, and wiping his smudged lipstick. He took his time, getting it wrong would be just as bad as being late. He applied eye shadow, liner, foundation, trying to remember how they had done it. He'd always taken this for granted but it was not easy!
Finally, gaining confidence, he applied lipstick, pouting his lips and smoothing it out with his tongue. He stared at his new self and thought, well, not bad, not bad at all; and then in his heart of hearts he realised he had quite liked the exercise!
The paddling however was not so much fun. After a hundred the night before, this fifty were very painful and still throbbed now. Furthermore he was now bathed in sweat and it had nowhere to go, trapped in his rubber costume.
Although a little nervous of their decision he returned back to the basement, feeling the butt plug move within him and looking down at his boobs, seeing them wobble. He entered the room and could hardly believe his eyes.
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