From New Blushes 2.14
Honey had never been in this room before. She certainly would not have come through the door by choice, but she had been specifically instructed to be here at this precise hour and she had been specifically told how she was to present herself. She was to wear panties only; nothing else and she had been warned in very exact terms of what she was to expect when she was in this room.
It was a large room and had just one piece of ‘furniture’, that is what she supposed it was, a trestle. Nothing else and usually she would not have given the wooden structure another thought except that she knew already that the trestle was there so that she could stretch her shapely young torso over it, stretched tautly too, so that her rounded attractive buttocks would be purposefully postured for punishment. She blinked her eyes as she stared at the solid piece of carpentry. It now presented something menacing and a shudder of apprehension simmered through her soft curvy body. She had been given a choice. But that did not even bear thinking about. She most certainly did not want to feel fire and mayhem bursting out all over her charming nates, but it was more preferable than the choice that she had been offered.
Mr Chester had taken his time when he had been interviewing her after she had been discovered in her naughtiness. Would she prefer the strap and attentive punishment that she would be expected to suffer if she were given the choice of going to the trestle room. Yes, she had felt the tears attempting to brim her eyes, as she helplessly nodded her head.
‘You do understand, Honey, that there will be no acceptance of refusal to obey once you are in that room?’
‘Yes,’ her voice was hardly audible.
‘One suggestion of refusal young lady and you will have to accept the alternative.’
‘Yes. I understand,’ she shuddered.
‘How old are you now, Honey?’ he changed the subject.
‘Eighteen years, sir,’ she told him.
‘Hmmm. Much too young to get yourself involved in this sort of scandal,’ he pointed at the report that had condemned her.
‘Yes, sir. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,’ she tried to plead her way out of this terrible situation.
‘No, I am sure you won’t,’ he assured her that he totally agreed with her promise ‘Not to do it again’! Once their shapely bums had been introduced to the strap, cane and the spanking; added to which they had to stay perfectly still and immobile whilst other parts of their charming bodies were ‘examined’ and explored, all thought of being naughty just evaporated!
Honey was almost on the point of offering her nubile shapeliness to his inventive mind and she was truly ready to play any role he might like to devise, but something about Mr Chester positively rebutted any thought of bribery.
‘Now Honey, you know that you will be undressed,’ he enjoyed these little preliminary reminders of the wrongdoers hapless acceptance of the stringent conditions.
‘Yes, yes sir,’ she blushed even deeper.
‘And you know you will have to adopt certain poses,’
‘Yes sir, I know,’ she felt her face blush ever deeper.
‘And you will have to bend over the frame so that your bottom will be the better presented for punishment.’
She could only nod now. She dared not risk any attempt at speaking.
‘And you will not only try hard to stand still whilst your mentor is ‘examining’ you, but there must be no thought whatsoever of trying to dissuade him from touching you wherever he wishes to.’
Mr Chester saw the agitated horror reflecting in her pretty face. He wished desperately that he was the one who would be able to have her virtually at his mercy, doing his bidding without a sound of protest or a movement that suggested that she was not ready to co-operate fully in the scene that would be set for her punishing ordeal. Honey was aching to wee right now, but dare not interrupt Mr Chester in his judicial type of capacity as he slowly drew all the stops out in an effort to enjoy this situation whereby the lovely young girl had to literally agree with everything he was suggesting.
She was standing quite stiffly to attention and knew that it was forbidden for her to move, so the intense tightness and pressure now growing just into the soft-lipped cunt was beginning to get very painfully uncomfortable. Her thighs stiffened and pressed tightly together as she tried to ease the nuisance of wanting to wee from her tummy. It relaxed away as it always does under these circumstances. Her system having let her know that she needed to wee and getting no reaction to alleviate the position ceased... but it was momentary. Honey once again felt the surge of pressure just above the lips of her cunt and then it became a harsh impatient sensation that was more than a little uncomfortable. Mr Chester was still warming to his theme of lecturing her on her naughty ways. He was seated in his oversized leather chair, and he could not help but admire the view he had before him of this truly winsome creature and his mind vividly fantasised what she would look like when down to her panties and posing before stretching over the framed trestle, and then only after the panties had been removed. He thought he detected a shiver ripple through her attentively posed torso. There it was again. He was no slouch in the surveillance of the human anatomy, nor the habits that the human body attains. As though by some form of thought wave, he sensed that Honey was responding to the need to pee!! How delicious!!! He would have to leave her there for a few minutes longer.
For Honey it was the most excruciating sensation of discomfort. Her bladder was now getting into a treacherous state of rebellion! To be disregarded so was something nobody should have to suffer. If only she could cross her legs as they did when waiting for transport or some such time, but to have to stand like this, thighs straight and not able to yield to the terrible craving to squat for relief was something that she had never endured before. She almost gasped as she took a breath when she felt sure that the dam had been broken. No, it was alright.
‘What is wrong, Honey?’ he asked all concerned.
It was a question that defied any sane response. She could have told him she was worried about the impending punishment in the Trestle Room, it would have been the most sensible answer...
‘... I want to wee,’ she blushed furiously.
‘How badly?’ he asked.
She blinked. How badly?? What sort of insane remark was that?
‘I want to wee... urgently,’ she gasped.
‘You may hold yourself,’ he said grandly.
What a truly lovely view! Honey had long forgot modesty. She placed her hand between her legs and held it there tightly as she crossed the upper muscles of her legs.
‘Better?’ he smiled.
‘Yes. But please Mr Chester... I really ought to go to the toilet.’
She watched as he stood up and opened the heavy panelled door off to one side of his office. It was a sight to please the most urgent of toilet wishers!
‘In you go,’ he said magnanimously and watched as she sped into the small room.
She was even more shamed and embarrassed when he stood there watching her. She looked back at him as though waiting for him to close the door. But Mr Chester did not get this opportunity every day!
‘I should hurry,’ he suggested.
What perfectly lovely legs, he thought as Honey threw modesty to the wind. Brief panties too... nice the way she thrust them down and then as she sat there, facing him, he was able to see the small tufts of her fair-haired pubes. She certainly was right, he thought, she did want to wee urgently. He watched as she took the soft tissue paper and dried herself, and then she was showing him her bottom as she turned to face the sink and with warm water and further tissue cleansed the relieved area of her pussy. Lord, what a truly magnificent pair of nates. Young and delicious in the extreme.
‘Thank you,’ she avoided the threatening tears of shame.
‘Splendid... splendid,’ he patted her bottom before she pulled up her panties and she blushed even deeper. This was getting worse by the second…
That had been two days ago, she remembered. Now here she was in the dreaded room itself. The trestle now presented something very sinister. Her breasts were very proud as they thrust attractively in her nudity. Only her panties covered her, and as she stood there, her legs actually inside the wooden strut that formed a support for the upper framework she looked down at the forced forward pressure as her arms reached behind her to pose in the waiting manner prescribed. She knew what she had to do, and when she heard the door open behind her, a very cold and icy finger seemed to trace lines up and down her spine. As she heard the door close again, she stretched her hands up and placed them on her head. Footsteps like soft padding ghostly paces were approaching the spot on which she stood.
‘Stand in front of the trestle,’ a cold stern voice commanded.
She took a virtual pace back and this took her from the inner strut to the desired spot.
She saw him for the first time and decided that he was quite a nice-looking man, but she also saw the tawse-like strap and like an ancient monarch under the orders of the executioner Honey felt the renewed horror of what that strap was going to be able to do. She did not look down when his hands, after placing the tawse to one side, came up slowly to fondle-weight her attractive titties. He seemed to ensnare her prickly flint-hard nipples in all his fingertips and drew her soft but firm titties into elongated forms of fleshy delight.
After he had closed his hands over them to fully encompass her breasts, Honey respond to the thrills of sexual caresses. She was aware now just how firm her globes had become and also how aching and flinty-harsh her nipples were. She was dry mouthed and was suffering the paradoxical pleasure of being sexually stimulated and also the deep pulsating shame of helplessness that had been enforced into her system by her mentor.
She stood there trembling as she felt her panties being eased down her legs and then Honey was truly naked. From the rear she felt hands testing the smoothness of her bottom, and then also from behind came his hands to stroke over the flat area of her tummy...
Her gasp was audible when fingers slipped slowly between the very shapely tapering thighs and along the furrow of her sex slot. She knew that the labia was being eased apart but the only sensation she was able to react to was the thrilling exciting heat that was surrounding her clitoris. It throbbed with real pleasure and sexual sensations. She moaned several times and was relishing this unexpected twist to her emotions.
‘Back to the more urgent nature of your visit,’ she heard him and she could not prevent the whimper.
He was very insistent on the meticulous manner in which he wanted her to be posed. Her ankles were spread wide so that they were trapped round the rear struts, and then her arms, once she had stretched herself fully, were to be placed on the forward struts so that Honey knew she was not only positioned properly for the thrashing he was going to give her, but she was taut and wide open in a helpless state of readiness... She choked yet again when hands once more traversed the soft moons of her bottom. She suffered the caresses in silence as she knew she must do. Whatever the mentor wished to do to her now, she knew that there was nothing whatsoever that she could do or say to prevent him. He examined her very, very closely! Honey had no intimate secrets from him when he at last ceased he physical exploration of her. Then he was spanking her. Not harshly, not as though in punishment, but rather like a firm patting caress....
‘Now you must stay still,’ She shuddered when the cold leather of the tawse actually stroked over her helplessly posed bottom... she knew it would sting and hurt like crazy but how could he really expect her to lie still?
‘You admit that you have been a naughty girl?’
‘Yes,’ she was hardly able to speak.
‘Pardon?’ he pretended that he had not heard her. ‘Yes, I do,’ she miserably admitted.
‘I don’t think you feel at all sorry,’ he teased.
‘Oh but I do... I do,’ she felt so awful in this shameful and exposed posture.
He had let her know by his exploring hands how much she was revealing and to have to stay like this with so much of her intimate area in full display was not the least bit comforting or reassuring!
‘So I want to hear you telling me that you have been a very naughty girl,’ he insisted.
‘I have... I am sorry though... I know that I have been a very naughty girl,’ she told him.
‘And that you most certainly deserve to have a good thrashing on your bare bottom.’
‘Yes,’ she let the word of agreement escape her mouth in a sound of exasperated helplessness. What else could she say?
‘Tell me so.’
‘I... I most certainly do deserve to have a good thrashing on my bare bottom,’ her choking tones told him.
‘And I am to give you a very stern obedience test.’
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘I think you should say yes please,’ he was smiling at her helpless ability to defend herself… or her modesty
‘Yes please,’ she moaned.
‘Yes please... let me hear you, Honey.’
‘I think I have to be given a very stern obedience test,’ she was decidedly, most unhappy.
‘Hold yourself in that pose,’ he reminded her.
There was a most terrible sound! It was a swishing, angry sound. The sound transmitted into another sound, and that was of leather striking skinned flesh! The tawse had landed!!
Honey’s eyes opened very wide and she was sure that her bottom thrust up in a reaction like an explosion. Sheer hell and fire seemed to leap all over the very meatiest part of her tautly-stretched buttocks. Her hands seemed glued to the other side, and so intense was the sheer hell of the reaction, that her legs seemed to clasp the lower struts of the trestle and then her mouth responded too!
‘Ciihheeeeeeeees... Oh nooooooo... Oh help… help,’ was all she could think to cry.
And then that awful sound again... surely he did not intend to give her too many of these... it was just too hot... her backside responded once again as the twin-strapped instrument swathed a path through the air and then struck barely an inch from the first stroke... she felt her knees drum against the wood as her mouth let him know how the tawse was able to bring such pain to a young woman’s bottom.
‘Noooooooooo... No... No... No... Please... I…I can’t stand it nnnnooonooooooo... Aaaaagher... Oh dear lord... No... No... No,’ her mouth had now become a constant reaction to the steady swishing of the tawse.
Gradually the strap covered every inch of her writhing backside... she humped it up and down, and she gave a slight jerking wriggle each time the strap reminded her that she was a naughty girl!
The punisher was methodical in the application of his delightful task. Nothing pleased him more than to have a shapely young girl, especially as attractive as this one, who voluntarily offered herself in the most exacting postures for him to do as he pleased with... it all had something to do with the pain, of course. To avoid further pain, a girl would offer herself in the most surprising and demeaning of situations and even pretend that they would enjoy being treated so shamefully for his pleasure.
‘I shall wish to see you here in two weeks’ time,’ he told her.
‘Oh please... please, do not thrash me any more,’ she sobbed not daring to touch the fragile area of her blazing bottom cheeks... ‘I’ll do anything... anything you want me to... I swear it...’
‘I don’t think you should be offering yourself for something you do not know can exist.’
‘I... I don’t care... tell me what you want me to do... I swear I will try my hardest to please you,’ she choked.
There was no doubt in Honey’s mind, that there could be nothing so treacherously invented that could worsen the agonies of the leather tawse striping wracking sensations across the cheeks of her arse. If he fancied something sexual, no matter what, she knew she would rather offer her body, in any shape, way or form for him to use.
But to have to accept more of that dreadful strap... it was just too awful for her to even want to think about.
It was two weeks to the day. Honey, once again standing with only panties on, and this time she was bending slightly forward so that the skin of her bottom could be closely examined. It was amazing how the cheeks had returned to the original creaminess... the soft nates were being stroked and squeezed by him, and he had eased the garment down to form a white slashed line immediately under the lower crease of her bottom.
‘This all seems to have cleared up,’ she heard him say.
‘Yes... yes, sir,’ she did not want them brought to that dreadful state again.
‘Do you like having your bottom played with like this,’ he smiled as he stroked and freely played with the softly-posed cheeks.
‘Yes... yes I do,’ she had to stop chewing her lip in case she displeased him. Honey knew which she preferred... he could play with the cheeks of her arse all he wanted, so long as his mind did not travel along the path of tawsing her again... she knew she would have to keep his mind from such terrible thoughts!
She waited until he had seated himself on the trestle and then he patted his lap... she did not wait to be told what he wanted... she draped herself over his lap and stayed there as she responded to strange randy thrills as his fingertips stroked and touched her between her legs....
‘You have quite a nice cunt, Honey,’ he told her.
Please don’t start getting any other ideas, she thought to herself... please keep on about my nice cunt... my playable bottom... anything except punishment, she prayed.
‘Yes, yes sir,’ she moaned.
It was true, she was beginning to respond now to the thrilling and fruity sex waves that were building up inside her quim... she found herself opening her thighs even wider and soon she was exposing herself as fully as she could without even thinking that she wanted to do anything otherwise. He was able to study the tight clutching lips. It was only shortly after that, that Honey was stretched backwards... and now he could really enjoy the view of her body. She was stretched with the bar of the trestle under her bottom and the arching of her torso into the backward shape, at least let her know that she was not to be strapped... she stayed there letting a different inferno build up inside her and this fire was being stoked up by his fingers on her sex maddened cunt... inside the tight hole, his finger reamed and as he bore more and more into her body so she became hotter and hotter for a sexual fulfilment… so it had to be the floor!
As she lay there, happy that he had decided to take her, she realised that it had been a long time since she had had sex and perhaps she ought to persuade him to see her more often...
If it had not been for that bloody awful tawse, she might never have found a man who could so satisfy her in the sexual field...