Part 44 (1/2)

”I don't care. Clothes.” Her face had a far away look. Dreamy almost.

Jane's and Amy's faces both fell at the words, but it looked like they were happy about even shopping for clothes. It might mean that I'd let them wear clothes eventually as well.

I took Christi's hand and led her towards the Gap. I grabbed Amy's hand as well as we pa.s.sed her. I motioned Jane to follow as well. Amy was still carrying the bondage equipment between her cuffed hands.

We entered the store, Christi ahead, the other two trailing.

I stopped them in the middle of the store, shelves of clothing surrounded us. We were in a large clearing in the middle of the store. The girls stopped on the hardwood store, s.h.i.+fting their weight on their bare feet. Amy and Jane idly pulling at their handcuffs.

I gently took the equipment from Amy. I rooted through it, finding some rope. The girls watched somewhat apprehensively. I grabbed a courtesy chair, climbed up on it and reached up, connecting the rope through the dropped ceiling, letting it dangle on the floor.

I turned to Christi and Jane. ”Kneel.”

They both sank to their bare knees. Fright beginning to enter back into their eyes. Amy definitely looked frightened. Being the last one standing.

I reached forward and grasped the short chain between her wrists. She gasped as I wrapped the rope from the ceiling around the links. I slowly tightened the rope until she was standing with her arms extending above her head, pulling her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s into a delightful position. Her eyes frightened. I tied off the rope leaving her standing in the middle of the floor.

She swallowed, accepting her bondage. One word escaped her lips.

”Why?”

”Amy. I have to punish you.”

”Oh G.o.d. Why? What did I do?”

”You know what you did.”

”I don't. I swear it.”

”Really?”

”Really.”

”I guess it will be hard to learn your lesson, then.”

”Please. If you'll just tell me what I've done. I'll behave. I swear it. You don't have to punish me. You don't have to hit me. Please. I'll learn. I swear I will.” Fright was settling into her eyes. Knowing what her punishment was likely to be. Pain. Probably in the upper chest area. She'd been punished before and wasn't anxious to repeat the experience.

”What do you think you are about to be punished for? Legs apart.”

She looked confused at the rapid orders and question. She didn't quite know what to do first. Spread herself or answer the question.

She inched her bare feet apart as she answered me.

”This. This slave really doesn't know what she did to deserve punishment.” Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. She honestly didn't know. Had no idea why she was about to be hurt. Trying to appease me with her slave talk.

Finally she was standing with her bare feet spread about twice shoulder width apart. Trembling at her exposure. Not really understanding what had happened. One second she was shopping happily for jewelry. The next she was bound. Vulnerable. Trying to figure out what she did wrong. Waiting for her punishment.

”Further.”

She took a deep breath and inched her feet apart again. Taking some of her weight onto her cuffed wrists. She grasped at the rope holding her arms to the ceiling. Her heels rose off the floor as her legs spread further apart. Her stance looked uncomfortable. She stood in the awkward position and looked at me with her teary blue eyes.

”Please,” she begged.

”Now. Any guesses what you did to deserve this?”

”Please. Master. I don't know. Your slave begs for your forgiveness.”

”Shall I just begin then?”

Jane spoke up. ”Amy, honey? He's done this to me before. You have to figure out why you are being punished, or you will be punished until you do.”

I looked at Jane, and she immediately dropped her eyes. Frightened of punishment herself.

”Please. I really don't know,” Amy spoke softly.

”How about if I tell you that the punishment is appropriate?”

She looked around wildly. Not understanding.

I rummaged through the pack and pulled out the small whip that Jane had been forced to use on Nicole's bared b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Nasty little thing with six tails on it. I was sure that it hurt a lot more than it looked like it would. I had already decided to hold back. Not lay into her enough to damage her skin. Just scare her. It would hurt, really hurt, but I wouldn't cause her skin to break, as this thing was capable of doing. She'd hurt like h.e.l.l for the time being, but it should fade reasonably quickly afterward.

”Now. Unless you really want punishment, you'll keep that position no matter what happens. At least drop back into it if you can't hold it when you get hit.”

”Please. You don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll learn. I swear it. I don't even know what I did.”

Jane hissed from behind me. ”Guess, Amy. Just keep guessing until you get it. Please. I can't watch this.”

I raised the whip and casually flicked the tails across her straining b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Amy screamed.

”Ahhhhhhh. Oh G.o.d. Please no. Not my t.i.ts. Anything but that. Oh G.o.d.”

”Do you know why you are being punished?”

”No more. Please.”

”Amy. You get one guess per strike. If you get it wrong you get another one. Harder than the last. If you don't answer. I hit you anyway. If you don't get it fast enough. I move to whipping your p.u.s.s.y. Now?”

”Oh G.o.d. Please. I don't know.”

I raised it. Brought the instrument of pain down again against her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Somehow she managed to stay on her toes. Pulling desperately against the ropes holding her helpless. Screaming.

”Oh G.o.d. Please. Have mercy. My t.i.ts. My nipples. Oh G.o.d that hurts. Please no more. Argh. s.h.i.+t. No. Noooooooo. b.a.s.t.a.r.d. f.u.c.k. Please. Don't hit me anymore. Christ. Please. I'll guess. Please. I'll do whatever you want. You don't know how much this f.u.c.kING hurts. Please.”