The Nanny

THE NANNY

Servicing the Madam, hoping to be serviced herself, Jo finds herself given a hand’s on demonstration of the Madam’s new bondage chair and some of her favorite implements.

Chapter Five

       “Uummmpphh!”  Legs jerking as she reflexively twist her fists tightly into Jo’s hair; the Madam feels her clit painfully sucked, stretched between Jo’s clenching teeth!   God!... Jo!…  Jo!!! …. Uuummmphh!... Oh! God!…. Nooo!…. Don’t!!!... Don’t do it!!... Joooo!”  Shaking her head harshly back and forth, heart pounding, her naked breasts being twisted, the agonizing sensation of Jo’s teeth sinking deeply back across her pulsing clit, she stiffens as Jo’s face presses firmer against her legs, Jo’s head tilting, twisting between her thighs.

       Firmly gripping, gritting her teeth, almost biting, Jo barely scrapes her mouth back and forth, grunting, nibbling.  “Hhhhuuummph!”   Clenching her fingers, feeling the Madam’s firm tit flesh bulging, she feels the Madam’s hands jerking up from her hair, reaching up, covering, pressing, cupping across her fists.

       “Stop!!!  Stop it Jo!.... Oh God!!!’  Hearing the Madam’s quivering voice ringing in her ears, Jo suck’s even firmer on the engorged flesh between her lips, forces the tip of her tongue forward, pressing the clit firmly against the backside of her teeth, twisting her tongue, pulling back, pushing again, she can feel the twitching, pulsing of the swelling clit.  Alternately sucking, pressing, tilting her head, twisting, Jo feels the Madam’s hands trembling, still firmly cupping hers, squeezing, pressing against her chest.

       “Ohhhh!... God… God!… Jo!!!”  The Madam rasps, groans, feeling her clit sucked, manipulated, firmly stroked between Jo’s firm jaws.  Body trembling, hips forced to follow Jo’s twisting, nodding head, her knees pressed into Jo’s firm breasts, the Madam continues to feel her clit being clenched firmly between Jo’s teeth.  Her own stretched breasts twisted, the engorged nipples being pinched between Jo’s clenched fingernails, she closes her eyes, groans, grunts.  “Ahhh!... Ahhh!… Ooohhh!!!”

       Jo lets her hands flex, her fingers loosen; tighten across the swelling nipples.  She feels the Madam’s cupped hands riding across hers, also pressing, tugging.  Twisting her mouth, spreading her lips, Jo sucks the Madam’s clit deeper in, pressing, twirling her tongue, keeping her teeth firm enough to grip, yet not forcefully enough to bite, sensing spasms of the Madam’s groins against her face.

       Alternating sucking, flicking, pressing the Madam’s clit, Jo jerks her hands down from the Madam’s breasts, shoves her arms around and behind, grips both butt cheeks, firmly jerking  the Madam’s trembling hips against her face.

       The Madam’s hands presses across her own breasts as Jo’s fingers slip away.  Squinting her eyes, squeezing, cupping, she caresses her stinging pinched nipples as she rubs, gripping tightly with her clenching fists, her hips trembling, reflexively rocking back and forth with the motion of Jo’s continued manipulation of her pulsing clit.  The sensations spread, rippling from between her trembling thighs as she feels Jo’s hand sliding off her butt cheek, between her thighs, a finger scraping across, circling, searching for the sphincter of her rectum.

       “Ooohh…. Oooohhh…..Ohh Yes!... Yes!!”  The Madam’s head tilts back, her eyes blinking as the rhythm of her hips swaying with Jo’s tilting head meld together, The Madam’s clit tingles, pulsing as it’s systematically stretched, flicked by Jo’s moist firm tongue.  “Aaaagghhh!!”   Rasping grunts as Jo’s fingertip presses, pokes through, sliding firmly into the Madam’s puckered anus.  “Aaagghhh!!!”

       Jo continues bobbing her head, sucking, flicking her tongue, poking her finger deeper, squeezing a quivering butt cheek as she feels the Madam’s damp, naked body trembling, her glistening pubic mound pressing, grinding against her face.   Feeling the spasms escalating, tasting the pre cum spreading across her lips, Jo slides her hand from the butt cheek, rams four fingers in a single harsh thrust upward, between the folds of Madam’s moist vulva.

       “Aggghhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”   The Madam’s body shakes, jerks as her gasps, groans again resonate across the room, her hands again grabbing both sides of Jo’s head, cupping, gripping as she twists, dropping her flushing face down across her chest, between her reddened breasts as she feels the rush, the rumble deep in her womb, her clit burning, pulsing as it’s continuously manipulated in Jo’s mouth.

       Jo quickly slips both hands from between the Madam’s thighs, again squeezes, digs her nails into the Madam’s butt cheeks, pulls, forces her vagina against her face as she spreads her lips, slips her tongue over, across the Madam’s trembling clit, flicks her tongue up into the wet, quivering tunnel of her vagina, bites down, clamping Madam’s clit firmly between her upper teeth and top of her tongue, sucking.

       “Aaaaggghhhhhhhhh!..... Oooooooohhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaggghhhh!!”  Groaning, rasping, jerking, the Madam’s torso bends, falls across Jo’s kneeling body, her hips jerking, knees collapsing, as the rumble deep in her womb explodes, her cum gushing across Jo’s face, lips, into her mouth as Jo holds tight, giving an extra suck, nibble, finally letting go.   “Aaaaaggghhhh!!!!... Aggghhhh!!”  A couple more rasping grunts and the Madam’s knees buckle, she slides off to the side, beside the leg of the bondage chair, curling into a ball, clutching both hands between her trembling thighs.

       Jo continues kneeling on her spread knees, breathing heavy, her chest rising, her naked breasts dripping moisture, swaying with each breath.  Glancing down at the Madam lying on her side, reaching up, she swipes the back of her cuffed wrist across her mouth as the chain rattles across her hardened nipples.  Wiping the Madam’s sweat and cum from her lips, chin, lowering her hands as far as the chain allows from her chocker collar, still unable to reach between her gapped thighs, she again glances down toward the Madam’s face, her glazed eyes, waits.

       “That… That was good… Jo!”  The Madam whispers while sliding her hands back and forth between her legs.  Tilting her head, smiling, glancing up at her, adds.  “You can suck a pussy!... Now… Now you can thank me!”

       “Wha… What?  Jo answers, glancing toward the Madam.  Seeing the smile quickly turning toward a scowl, Jo slowly shakes her head, lowering it, nods.  “Thank you… Thank you for letting me make you cum.”

       “No…  Jo!  Thank me for letting you go down on my pussy!”  The Madam smirks, setting upright, covering her breasts, glancing down toward them, feeling where Jo squeezed, pinched them.

       “Okay!”  Jo shakes her head, her arms still hanging across the front of her stomach.  “Thank you Madam for letting me go down on your pussy… Thank you!”

       “Oh well, that’s half hearted, but, you did suck a good pussy!”  The Madam again smirks….  “Want one too?”

       “Wha… What?”  Again surprised, realizing that just getting her off just made her even more frustrated, Jo shakes her head, asking.  “You mean now?... An orgasm now…Madam?”

       Grinning, slowly standing up while still rubbing her breasts, and now her crotch, the Madam nods.  “Well, not quite, but I’ll allow you an orgasm now if you beg me to whip your titties on the bench there first!... I know I said you wouldn’t get those tits whipped if you got me off, and you certainly did!  But, let’s say…  An even ten!  What do you say?’’  Smiling, the Madam adds.  “And, you only get one chance to answer.   Yes or no?   Right now!... Yes or no?   And if its no, I guarantee you, you won’t be allowed one for at least another week or more!... That is, without the harshest of punishment, and, those wrist cuffs will stay on you too!”

       Glancing down toward her cuffs, Jo can’t help thinking to herself how insane everything is.  In less then a couple days, she’s seriously discussing being able to have an orgasm, even having her breasts whipped first, for the ‘privilege!”.

       “Oh, one more thing to consider, Jo.”  The Madam grins.  “You ought to know the chances are awful good you’re going to get those tits whipped sometime today anyway.  After all, I’ve got all afternoon to play with you.  And I’ve got that new bench there to try out, so you could get a lot more then that anyway!  Okay? So, tell me, what’s it going to be?”

       Biting her lip, her head still lowered, Jo feels her chest thumping, her womb churning as she answers with a whisper.  “Whip… my… titties!”

       “What did you say?  Are you begging to have those titties whipped?”  The Madam scolds.  “Beg me to whip those titties properly, if that’s what you really want!... Look at me and beg!”

       Glancing up toward the Madam, taking a breath, thinking to herself what she needs to say, Jo slowly asks, just above a whisper.  “Please… Would you whip my titties Madam.  Whip my titties and allow me to have an orgasm…. Please!”

       “Good girl!... Okay, sit back on the bench there… Spread those legs across the slats, give me your hands.”  The Madam orders, stepping beside the bench as Jo stands, turns and sits.  Again feeling the slick wood against her legs and back, she feels her butt cheeks hanging over the opening between the slats.  Setting still, she watches as the collar’s unsnapped from her neck, the wrist cuffs also quickly removed.

       “Arms up here, give ‘em to me!”  The Madam orders, lifting stretching Jo’s right wrist into a shackle, snapping it shut.  Reaching across, stretching Jo’s left arm, she shackles it high on the bench’s back.  Kneeling, sliding Jo’s left ankle to the bottom of the rail, fastening it, she again leans across, shackles the right ankle to the bottom of the other rail.  Slipping a strap across Jo’s mid thigh, still without speaking a word, she tightens the strap, pressing Jo’s leg firmly against the flat wood slat.  Continuing, the right leg’s strapped across the mid thigh, tightly fastened.

       Jo sits motionless, not resisting as her body presses against the bondage apparatus.  Feeling a strap being wrapped across her forehead and tugged tightly to the headboard, she stares straight ahead, now virtually motionless.  Eyes darting, glancing toward the Madam, she follows her hands as a strap’s slipped just under her breasts, again pulling her torso tightly against the backboard, her breasts thrusting out, bouncing as the strap’s tugged a couple harsh times.  The Madam grabs the last strap, midway up the backboard and slips it across Jo’s arms just below her elbows, drawing that strap tight.

       “There!  All done!”  The Madam smiles as she cups Jo’s chin in her left hand.  Staring down across her naked body, mainly glancing at her pair of thrust out bare breasts, she slips her fingers gently across the slopes of the firm melons, spread apart, standing upright, with the hardened nipples slightly jiggling high off the rounded globes.  “My, no wonder Jessica wants to name you Barbie!... These things are amazing!”  Giving Jo’s left breast a firm smack, watching it bounce, then almost instantly stand firm again, she steps beside the rear of the bench, opens a wall panel with an assortment of whips displayed on separate hangers.  All appear crisp and new, ranging from supple black leather, to thin crops, to wide flat leather straps, an assortment of a dozen or so.

       “Jo… Know what?  Since this will be our first little workout together, I think I’ll try a different whip for each lashing, let’s see which one’s you’ll like the best!”  Picking out a crop to start with, the Madam steps to the front of Jo, toward her right.  Holding the black leather crop just in front of her face, speaks.  “Jo, this is called a slapper crop, it’s only a couple inches wide on the business end, okay?  Ready?”

       Glancing from the corner of her eye, staring at the crop flexing in front of her face, Jo barely whispers.  “Ye… Yea… Yes Madam., I’m ready!”

       Flicking the crop forehanded, the Madam aims it directly across Jo’s right nipple, the flat leather smacking across the thrust out flesh.

       “Swish….Smack!”  Jo, jerking in her restraints, gasps as she watches the crop flatten her nipple into her spread areola.  “Aggghhhh!”

       “Come on Jo that was a love tap!”  The Madam smiles as she steps back to the rack, trading that crop for another.  Looking it over, stepping to Jo’s left side; she flicks it in front of Jo’s darting eyes.  “This here’s called a Hog Slapper Crop, Jo.  It’s wider, almost four inches wide; let’s see how it feels across that other big ‘ol tittie!”

       “Swish…Smack!”  Teary eyed, watching the Madam flick that crop backhanded, this time across her left nipple, flattening it, Jo yelps.  “Ooomph!”  Glancing down between her breasts, she can already see the reddening imprints of the leather across the curves of both globes.

       Smiling, turning, taking her time as she replaces that crop on its hook, the Madam picks out a third instrument.  “Okay, let’s see, how about this?”  The Madam nods toward Jo.  “This is just a black cane, nice and thin!  It’s going to hurt more!... A lot more!... Okay?... I said  Okay?”

       “Yes… Yes Madam, Okay!”  Jo blurts, her head tightly held facing forward, her welling eyes still darting, following the Madam’s hand with the cane.  Her heart pounding, staring at the thin cane, her breasts already aching, she bites her lower lip, reflexively clenches her fists above her head.

       “Okay.  Now how many will this be?”  The Madam asks, even as she raises the cane in her hand.

       “Three!... Three Madam… Three!”  Jo blurts as she continues to glare toward the cane, seeming to slowly flex, bend in mid air as the Madam flicks it down and across the thrust out right breast.  “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggghhhh!”  Jo’s body bucks, the cane sinking and burying itself deeply into the bulging tit flesh, just below the stretching areola.

       Almost instantly, another.  “Thwack!!”  The cane’s backhanded a second time as the Madam steps toward Jo’s bound body, perspiration instantly beading, glistening off Jo’s naked flesh.

       “Aaaaggghhhh!!!... Aaagggghhhh!!!”  Jerking, twisting in her restraints as the leather straps creak, stretch against her bare flesh, her eyes dart toward her tortured breasts, bright red welts rising across both as the last flick glances off her left globe.

       “No, Jo… You’re wrong… That makes four!”  The Madam smirks, lowering the cane, intently watching the thin red welts instantly swelling across her perfect breasts as they bounce, tremble; finally quiver above her hollowed, rippling stomach.  “That hurts a little more, like I warned, huh Jo?”

       Tears streaking off her cheeks, dripping across her quivering breasts, Jo’s eyes, red, swelling, stare toward the Madam’s eyes as she moans.  “Oh God… That, that hurts really bad!... God!”

       “Okay, I told you it would silly!... Didn’t I?”  The Madam smiles.  “It’s one of my favorites… You’ll be getting use to it!”  Sliding her index finger across the red welt on Jo’s left breast as she steps toward the cupboard, she trades that crop for a jointed, willowy whip.  “This here’s called a Flicker Whip, Jo!”  She smiles as she flexes the whip, also black, the end third of it flicking sinisterly back and forth.

       “Ready?... Ready to try it out, Jo?”  The Madam sarcastically asks, stepping in front of the chair, swishing the whip playfully back and forth.  “Ready for another double?... One each across the tips of those nipples?... Hold still!”

       Biting, chewing on her lip, her eyes squinting shut, Jo’s whimpers are barely audible as her entire body quivers, her hands flexing open and shut, tightening into fists high above her head, her reddening breasts quivering as they continue to stand straight out above the tight leather bondage strap, being offered as painful targets for the various whips.

       “Swish… Thwack!”  “Swish… Thwack!”  The quick backhand, forehand snaps expertly cross the nubs of both nipples, the end of the flexing whip sinking in just above the shriveling areolas.

       “Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!... Oooooohhhhhhhh!!!... God!... Oh my God!!!”  Jo’s screams echo against the walls as her body lurches forward against the straps, her breasts bouncing, jerking, smacking together, her eyes reflexively blinking, tears streaking off her cheeks as the strap rubs roughly across her twisting forehead.  Narrow welts centered straight down across her tortured nipples instantly rise on her glistening breasts.

       “Well Jo, that’s a half dozen, an even six already.  Only four more to go!... Unless you want more!”  The Madam smirks as she again steps toward the cupboard, herself impulsively rubbing her left breast, across a bruise left by Jo’s fingernails.  Picking out a looped leather strap, stepping in front of Jo’s trembling, now sweat drenched naked body, she pats the looped strap across the side of Jo’s right breast.  “Jo… Look over here… See this?”  The Madam smiles as she waits for Jo to open her swollen eyes, watches as they dart toward the thin leather strap.  “This here’s called a good ‘ol rug beater!  That’s what the loops were made for.  Watch this!”

       “Thwack!”   “Aggghhhhhhh!!!”   “Thwack!”  “Agggghhhh!!!”  Jo screams as the looped leather smacks across the outside curve of her right globe, quickly followed by a similar lashing across the outside curve of her left.  The Madam smiles, after her backhands, glances at the looped pattern circling the outer sides of both quivering melons as Jo’s eyes dart back and forth, thighs, calves twitching, her toes, fingers flexing, her abs rippling with each forced, whizzing breath.

       “Relax; you’re down to your last couple, unless you do want more, Jo!”  The Madam grins as she again palms Jo’s chin, looking into her welling, dilating eyes.  “Those titties are going to need some salve when we’re done, aren’t they?  You know we’ll want to keep them nice and fresh!”   Stepping toward the cover, replacing the rug beater, she slowly nods to herself as she picks a brown leather Tawse.

       “Okay Jo… Those titties are pretty well beaten up now, aren’t they?”  The Madam speaks as she slips the back side of her free hand gently across the moistness covering the tops of both shimmering globes.  “This here’s an English Tawse… The old favorite for school girls.  It’s usually used on butts, let’s see!”

       “Swash!... Thwack!”  “Oooooomph!”  Jo’s hips flex as she grunts, her butt cheeks quivering as the Madam underhand’s the Tawse between her thighs, the end of it curling to just below the small of her back, the flat surface flattening across her spread vulva, the edges of both butt cheeks.

       “Thwack!!” A second flick from the Madam as she kneels.  “ Aaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!!!”  Screaming, bucking against the straps, Jo’s head strains, twisting in its leather binding.  The English Tawse strap tearing downward across her glistening pubic mound, flattening from her inverted navel, across her clit protruding from her spread labia fold. “Ohhh…God!  Oh my God!!!  Oh God!!!  That hurts…. Hurts so bad! No more…. Please!... Please!!”  Jo cries, quivering, pleading.

       Stepping back while smiling, the Madam steps toward the cupboard.  “My god, Jo… That’s already your ten, quit whining, girl!” She scoffs as she glances over toward Jo’s trembling, slumping body, drenched, glistening, still tightly held spread eagled on the bench by the leather restraints.  “Guess you’re not too concerned about that orgasm right now, are you, Jo!”

End Part Five