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I'd like to submit a story. I wrote it - no plagiarism here. Some of the words and names are made up. Song Huitt, for instance - I can only hope it doesn't mean 'steaming pile' or some such thing in an Asian language.
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KENGCHI
Back in 1924 Kengchi was a little Kingdom, very
remote, bordering on Burma and Siam. The only access
was by riverboat, and that was slow. I was supposed to
report to a bank in Rangoon to take up my duties at the
beginning of the month - Trainee duties, really, and I
had enough time in hand to go up river to visit an old
school friend of mine, whom I hadn't seen for six years.
Rob Hallet owned one of the largest plantations in the
country. Managed it, really - His wife actually owned it.
I arrived at Hallet's plantation a little after
four in the afternoon. The bungalow was a large,
spacious place, comfortable, beautifully furnished, and
set in a grove of trees.
Once cleaned up from my journey, I was seated in a
deep chair in the veranda with a scotch and soda in my
hand and was soon made to feel welcome. The setting was
lushly tropical, with lots of tall dark trees, those in
the distance rising from the steamy vegetation of the
forest floor, and brilliant, oversized flowers, crimson
and yellow, purple and white - indeed, every colour of
the rainbow, scattered in a wild profusion of colour
around the bungalow. The Monsoons were recently over,
and as the Sun sank low the sky became a magnificent
panoply of purple and mauve shot with gold and Cerulean
blue, topped by towering white clouds. It was superb!
Hallet's wife Caroline seemed to want to know all
about me, and positively plied me with liquor served by
keenly attentive servants. They were mostly young, with
a preponderance of women, which surprised me a little,
and the male servants seemed to defer to the female,
which surprised me a lot. This was certainly not normal
in a Kengchi household.
As we chatted I surreptitiously studied my hostess.
Caroline had that combination of raven-black hair and
very white skin sometimes seen in Irish women, and eyes
of deep violet that seemed to penetrate all one's
defenses and read one's innermost mind without divulging
any secrets of their own. She had a delicate, sensual
face, and somehow, a very formidable face. This was not
a woman one would want to cross. Her body was lithe and
supple, with a small waist surmounting womanly hips, and
uptilted, beautifully formed breasts. I decided that
Hallet was a lucky man, then hurriedly glanced over at
him, hoping he hadn't caught me studying his wife. He
gave no sign of having noticed anything, for which I was
profoundly grateful.
Hallet and I were old school friends, and we talked
about those days. We'd both been on both ends of cane
and the birch far more than our share of times, and we
talked about floggings given and received. Rob talked
freely in front of his wife, who didn't seem to mind a
bit. Quite the contrary, if fact, which spared me a
good deal of embarrassment. Somehow the conversation
got around to disciplining the servants, and the use of
corporal punishment. Caroline was very much for it, and
I found myself agreeing with her. And then she said
something that made me look up. She said, "When a
manservant is to be punished, I like to have a
maidservant administer the correction, and I like to
watch. The punishment is keener that way. Women may
not be as strong as men, but they have an instinct for
cruelty. A whipping from a woman will be worse than one
from a man. And not just whippings, either - any
punishment. It seems to arouse their libidos, too. I've
noticed that after punishment the woman often takes her
victim to her room for the night."
"Some of your girls are ravishing. I would think
some men might consider a night with one of them well
worth a whipping!" I remarked.
Rob laughed. "You're right, you know. Some of them
do, I'm sure. I've had them do something quite
deliberately, and then ask if Shar Mei could be the one
to administer the punishment. She's the one who showed
you to your room this afternoon. She's a little vixen
with the cane, that one. Really has them howling! But
she always takes them to her room for the night
afterwards, though I'm told she ties them to her bed,
and does things her way."
"Rob, really! You shouldn't tell John things like
that. Heaven knows what he'll thing about us! And
anyway, Shar Mei isn't the only one, by a long shot. I
think it's endemic in Kengchi - cruelty, I mean. Well,
sexual cruelty, anyway. John, I beg you not to say a
word of this to anyone! We've no proof, and if it ever
got around, people would say the most awful things about
us. Promise?"
"I promise. I'll never breathe a word, or even
hint about it, you have my word. Besides, I don't see
anything very wrong with it. It's rather colourful,
really. Sort of sexy. But I do think you're putting me
on a bit. I can't imagine that lovely demure little
lass really making anyone howl."
Rob laughed. "Can't you? Ha! She's a little demon
with the whip, that one. Works them over very slowly
and carefully. She likes to start with the strap, then
apply twelve or fifteen with the cane, and then go to
work with a little tapered leather whip. She doesn't
like to hurry a punishment. She'll take two hours,
sometimes even longer, especially with a good-looking
man, and at the end of it the poor devil is eating out
of her hand."
"You said some men seemed to want it. Sounds a bit
fierce to me."
"She always starts and ends with kisses and - well,
you know what I mean. They're randy as hell when they
go to the post."
"And gloriously tired out the next day, I imagine.
She sounds like quite a woman!"
Caroline had been looking at me hard. "Well, John,
I hope we haven't shocked you. This part of the world
is a bit different from what you're used to."
"Shocked me? Good lord, no! Not a bit. It takes
more than that to shock me. I suppose it's intrigued
me."
Rob replied to that, "It's an intriguing subject.
No one wants to admit it, but it is, just the same.
People are just afraid to say so, which is sheer
hypocrisy! But let 'em get a glimpse of the song-huitt,
and they're all eyes and stuttering! And the women are
worse than the men."
"That's because the song-huitt is a woman's whip,
darling," Caroline said. "It looks very elegant and
svelte, John, and, of course, it looks as though it
hurts like the very devil, which it does. It's a wicked
little thing, all covered in red silk, with three little
tasseled lashes at the end that wrap round and sting
like scorpions."
Bob looked at his watch. "Oh my Lord, it's almost
five o'clock! Look, will you excuse me if I leave you
for a while? I have to catch the boat to Rangoon at
7:30, and I still have to pack. I'll send in Shar Mei
with the switch if you like. Would you like to see it?"
I glanced at Caroline, uncertain of my ground. She
seemed to know just what I was thinking, and answered
for me, "Yes, darling, he would, I'm sure."
"See you at dinner, then" And with that he was
gone.
Caroline laughed, "Intrigued you? Now, come on, be
honest. It's excited you a little, hasn't it? Mmmm?"
She was looking at me with those violet eyes, and I
blushed, which I hadn't done in years. She laughed
again at this, and pressed me, "Now please don't be all
shy and ashamed. There's nothing to be ashamed of.
Everyone's interested, you know. They're just afraid to
say so."
Her eyes dropped to below my belt, just for an
instant, and I knew there was no use pretending. I
muttered something facetious about "bringing out all my
masochism", and she laughed charmingly. "Shar Mei has a
way of doing that! Ah, here she is. Shar Mei, the Tuan
would like to see the song-huitt, and some of the other
things, too. Mr. Hallet will be leaving for the station
directly after dinner. Perhaps you could get them out
to show after that?"
Shar Mei dropped into a deep curtsy, her eyes
downcast, the very picture of demure modesty. "Yes,
Madam. I make everything in readiness to show honored
guest. He like I show him only whipping things, or
other torments, too? "
"That's up to Mr. Fox, here. You must ask him."
"Sir, may I show you things for correct
wrong-doings here in Kengchi? They most interesting, I
assure you, and are taking very little of your valuable
time - or very much, if you were much curious." Her
eyes were at once polite and provocative, and she seemed
to be sizing me with out appearing too obvious about it.
I caught Caroline's eye, and agreed to see them all.
Shar Mei spoke again, to Caroline. "Shall I bring them
to the drawing room, Madame, or perhaps to his room. Or
your room?" She looked at me again, a little more
boldly - perhaps because I was getting very randy, and
it was starting to show. She said something in Burmese
to Caroline, who answered in the same language. With
another sidelong look at me, she left the room.
Caroline smiled and said, "Well, it's all set,
John. After Rob leaves, I'll take you to the punishment
hut, and Shar Mei will show you around. It's no trouble
- it's being used this evening anyway. Shar Mei has to
cane one of the laundry girls. She was caught stealing
clothes and selling them in the next village. Tissah's
getting two whippings a week for a month. Come to think
of it, would you like to see it? I can easily have Shar
Mei postpone the punishment until after we arrive."
"You mean see the whipping? Well, I, ah..... Well,
yes! Yes, I would like to watch! I've never seen a
whipping."
"Marvelous! I was hoping you'd say that. I have
no patience with people who get all holier-than-thou.
But you must promise not to even whisper this outside
this plantation. It is to be our secret. Do you
promise?"
"Of course I do! I'd never so much as hint of
this. Never!"
"Do you swear to it? On your honour as a
gentleman?"
"I swear it, on my honour. I will keep anything I
see or hear entirely secret, and never let on to anyone.
Good enough?"
"You're a dear! Incidently, Tissah has a darling
little bottom! Not that I thought that'd interest you."
She looked at me roguishly, then glanced down and saw
irrefutable evidence of my arousal. "Perhaps you'd be
willing to help Shar Mei administer the punishment.
Hold her down, perhaps. Or even cane her or strap her a
little yourself! Would you? I really think whipping
should be done between sexes, don't you?"
"Yes. And, ah... yes, I'd love to."
"Marvelous! I think we're going to get along
famously." She gave my hand a little squeeze.
II
--
Dark was falling with the astonishing rapidity of
the Tropics as Caroline took me down the path to the
hut. The path lead through a stand of the huge dark
rubber trees of the plantation, and then a little way
into the jungle. The punishment hut, which was really a
small bungalow, stood in a little clearing, and as we
approached, Shar Mei appeared in the doorway, clad in a
long skirt of some material which molded itself to her
body, and a sort of bolero covering her bosom. She
carried a sleek, shiny little black whip, about three
feet long, which tapered smoothly from stock to a very
thin tip adorned with three knotted silken lashes. She
bowed us in, and her attempts to seem impassive were
betrayed by her eyes, which sparkled with life.
Standing under a beam waited the unfortunate
laundry girl. She wore a sarong, and her wrists were
bound in front of her with ropes which ran up to a
pulley overhead, and thence to a cleat set in the wall.
Curiously, she looked more excited than frightened,
though there was certainly some fear there. Caroline
wore a light summer skirt, knee length and flaring,
which must have been cool, and certainly showed her legs
to advantage, and a rather low-cut cotton blouse. She
wore no bra under it, and, as Caroline's upperworks were
magnificent, the effect was spectacular. We sat down on
a divan behind the girl, and off to one side, and
Caroline smiled at Shar Mei and nodded.
Shar Mei curtsied deeply to us, and hauled on the
rope until the girl was almost up on tiptoe, throwing
her breasts into high relief, and Caroline turned to me
and said, "Perhaps you'd like to undress her for Shar
Mei. Just undo the knot at her side, and unwind the
sarong. Go on, it's all right. But first you have to
take off your shirt. We have a tradition here that all
corrections are administered stripped to the waist, and
that includes helpers, too." I glanced over at Shar Mei
and she grinned and removed her bolero. So I followed
suit, contriving to use my shirt to mask a much needed
adjustment to my shorts before throwing it over a chair.
I did my duty. Little Tissah had a lovely body,
and Caroline's observation about her bottom proved to an
understatement. She didn't struggle at all - not that
she could have done much - and in a trice she was ready.
The two women smiled approvingly, and I stepped back as
Shar Mei took up her position and raised her whip. Four
exquisite, slow strokes followed, leaving four parallel
lines across her lower cheeks. Tissah let out four
little cries of pain, and wiggled her hips deliciously,
shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Shar
Mei spoke to her sharply in Burmese, and she looked at
me wide-eyed, with her lips parted.
"She was told to kiss you", said Caroline. "You'd
better go to her, or her punishment will be much worse."
I did as I was told, and little Tissah pressed her
body against mine and offered me her lips. Dear Lord,
that girl knew how to kiss! Her lips were full and
soft, and yielding to mine, parted, inviting my tongue
in. Hers played with mine in a sweetly lascivious way,
and her little soft sucking mouth pulsated in time to
her body's press against mine. My hands sought her
smooth little striped derriere, and for a long moment
gloried in their slow, undulating movement.
"Please move hands from bottom, sir" said Shar Mei,
"Is time for more whippings." I withdrew my hands and
my tongue - no point in getting it bitten off - and felt
her cuddle against me as two more strokes fell across
that lovely behind. I damn near poked her then and
there. If she'd been taller, or I shorter, it would have
happened, and to Hell with the consequences! Shar Mei
rubbed her whip up and down over the girl's derriere,
causing her to grind against me all the more, and I'll
swear her breasts grew hard as she did. Certainly I
grew harder!
Caroline spoke for the first time, "Shall I have
her given another six, John? Or shall I have the rope
slackened and have her kneel down in front of you?
Anything goes at these punishment sessions, you know.
I'm sure Tissah would be very grateful to you if you had
the whipping stopped - or I should say, interrupted."
"Let her down." I managed to blurt out, and let my
hand roam over that silken bottom. As Shar Mei lowered
the rope Tissah kissed my body all the way down,
managing somehow to open my trousers with her bound
hands. I stood transfixed as she went to work with her
mouth. Caroline and Shar Mei watched, grinning, and
the grins broadened as Tissah began making little animal
noises, and I found myself pumping my hips.
"That will do!" Caroline raised her hand and
advanced, pulling Tissah away by the hair. "That will do
for now. She's only had six so far, and only with the
little black switch. John, you give her six with the
strap, and then I'll use the cat on her. Let's have her
bent over the bar, with her hands behind her back, Shar
Mei."
Shar Mei folded her arms behind her and bound them,
and led her to a rail set waist-high near one end of the
room. She stood in front of her and pulled her head
down until she was bent almost double. Caroline handed
me a strap, a two foot instrument of mahogany colored
leather, fitted with a wooden handle and a wrist-loop.
Tissah's buttocks were a moving target, rolling against
each other in the most wanton way, but my strap was
large enough, and my aim good enough, to hit the mark
fair and square. Spatt! A lovely red patch. And again,
Spattt! Two red marks. Her bottom weaved and bobbed,
and she did a little dance. Shar Mei knelt down, and
cradled her head against her breasts, but held her
firmly, just the same.
I paused for a minute, partly to prolong the
experience, and partly to get myself under control, then
administered two more juicy strokes. Caroline watched
us, obviously enjoying herself, and fingering a little
cord cat o'nine tails. I approached the victim, and
felt her luscious little fanny very thoroughly before
stepping back to give her the last two.
As I took up my position, I realized that Tissah's
soft little cherry-blossom mouth was working assiduously
at Shar Mei's nipple, and that Shar Mei's eyes, in turn
were watching my crotch with more than passing interest.
I didn't dare look at Caroline, but I could feel her
eyes on me, too. Whisshhh-Spatt!! Tissah gave a
little hop, and for one tiny moment her buttocks parted
wide, revealing a neat, compact, and moist little pussy.
I realized the implications of what I'd seen, and it
acted as an aphrodisiac to me. I swung with a will -
SPATT!! and approached her from behind, pressing against
her tortured nates, and seizing her waist to hold her
steady. She opened to me, parting her buttocks to allow
my rod to come between them, and then clamping tight.
Only the thin material of my shorts prevented me from
being very naughty indeed. Well, that and Caroline's
voice, "My turn now, darling. You go round front and
hold her head down. No, wait! Shar Mei, shall we do
nee-kee-gong? Make Tissah want-no-get?"
"Aaaah, yes! I like very much. She almost ready, I
think."
Caroline pulled Tissah erect by the hair, bending
her back a little so that her breasts stood out. "John,
why don't you kiss her? She'd love it, I know, and it
might save her eight or ten with the cane. Go on,
there's nothing to be afraid of!" I did. I took her
voluptuous little body in my arms and kissed her,
starting with her very willing lips, and working down to
her breasts, began to lick the tips with slow, languid,
wet strokes of my tongue. The effect was more than I
dared hope - Tissah writhed and moaned as though I was
making love to her, and when I cupped her little sex in
my hand, I thought she'd become unhinged.
"Time for the cat," Caroline interrupted, "Shar
Mei, tie her wrists to the ring in the floor. I want
her well bent over." She drew the lashes through her
fingers lovingly, and caressed the bottom spread out
before her. Finally, she pulled off her blouse, and the
whipping began. She whipped slowly, almost
languorously, placing each stroke with care. At the
fourth stroke Shar Mei came up behind me, and turned me
facing Tissah, and not two feet away. Those eyes never
left the bulge in my pants. At the fifth her arms
encircled me, and began fumbling with my buttons. My
pants fell to the floor just before the lashes fell for
the sixth time.
"You stay, not move," she whispered, and Caroline
stepped back, handing the little cat to Shar Mei. I had
a monumental erection, needless to say, and as Shar Mei
resumed the punishment, Caroline appeared beside me,
quite nude, and reached for my hand. She lay down right
in front of Tissah, and pulled me down on top of her,
her mouth seeking mine. As stroke followed slow stroke
we made love as I'd never made love before.
When it was all over, and we were walking back to
the house, Caroline said to me, "You still haven't seen
all the things. Perhaps tomorrow night you'd like to?"
I squeezed her bottom, and answered that I'd love to.
"With Shar Mei there?"
"If you'd like to. I leave that up to you."
"She was jealous of me tonight, you know." She
laughed, "So was Tissah! That was a mean trick, doing
nee-kee-gong. I loved it. Has she been free, she would
have thrown you down and raped you on the spot. Anyway,
she won't be there tomorrow, just Shar Mei and myself,
and we'll give you the grand tour It should be fun."
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CHAPTER 3
The instruments were laid out for inspection -
whips on the bed and hanging on the wall, and other
instruments on the table. We started with the whipping
implements, and Shar Mei was a most fascinating guide.
She described how each whip sounded, and how many
strokes were customary, and the mark each left. She
showed us how the victim was likely to be positioned for
each instrument, and just where the strokes should fall.
When she was describing one tiny little cat o'nine
tails, she looked pointedly at my crotch, and with her
gestures left no doubt as to its use and effect. The
effect her description had on me wasn't lost on either
of the women, either.
When we'd looked at the last whip, I stood with my
back to the post for a moment, then turned to face it.
"I wonder what it'd be like to be tied to this thing -
to really be helpless, and at someone's mercy."
Shar Mei spoke first, "I tie you? You like see?"
Caroline just looked appraisingly at me, and said,
"There's only one way to find out. Shar Mei would love
to bind you to the post, and I'd certainly not mind." I
hesitated, and stammered something about 'if anyone ever
found out', and Caroline laughed. "I'd never tell, nor
would Shar Mei! You wouldn't be the first man to be
there by choice! But take off your shirt, at least. No
one is ever put on the post fully dressed. Go on, do
it! You want to, and we don't mind - quite the
contrary. We won't hurt you." Her voice dropped an
octave, "Unless, of course, you want us to."
I removed my shirt, and allowed Shar Mei to lead me
to the post and bind my wrists together with a strap
attached to a cord that hung from above. She seemed to
be thoroughly enjoying herself, and they both giggled as
the cord was hauled upwards, raising my arms high above
my head. My back was against the post, which was not
more than three or four inches thick, and Caroline stood
in front of me, lightly rubbing my chest.
"MMMmmm, John, you're quite a sight." I leaned
forward, trying to kiss her, and she giggled and pinched
my nipple, which I found strangely exciting. She must
have realized it when I didn't try to pull away, for,
instead of letting go, she pinched harder, and twisted,
looking into my eyes the whole while. "Yess," I
breathed, and her other hand found my crotch, touching
it lightly and tentatively, at first, then finding it
hard, gripped it tightly, and squeezed it.
"Kiss me, Caroline! Please, please!"
A little to my surprise, she responded, coming to
me. I kissed her deeply, trying to press my body
against hers, and she returned the pressure with
interest, and started to fumble with my belt. I put up
no resistance, even when I realized that other hands
were helping to pull my shorts down.
Suddenly I was naked, and Shar Mei was busy
fastening my ankles to the two rings set in the floor,
while Caroline squeezed my prick with one hand, and
fingered my nipples with the other. Shar Mei, having
secured my legs, was running her hands up and down the
insides of them, and pausing to caress my balls at the
top of each stroke.
"Well, how does it feel to be on the post, darling?
I must say, you look delicious! Doesn't he look
delicious, Shar Mei?"
Shar Mei rose to her feet, and, standing behind me,
cupped my buttocks in her soft little hands before
answering Caroline in Burmese. "She says you deserve to
be punished, darling. She wants to show you the song-
huitt. She says you have a lovely bottom for it - just
made to whip."
"Would you like to whip me?"
"Would you like me to?" she countered.
"Yes!" It came out a whisper.
"Shar Mei, get the song-huitt.
Caroline removed her halter and skirt, and rubbed
herself against me, until I was wild with desire.
"Darling, Shar Mei wants to kiss you, too. You don't
mind, do you? And then we'll take turns with the whip.
Whips, I should say - there are several I want to try."
"Do I have any choice?"
She smiled, "No, none at all. And you don't want
any, do you?"
"No. And how did you know?"
"Intuition - I can always tell about a man. About a
woman, too. At least, I haven't been wrong so far - I
suppose there's always a first time. Mmmmmm, Shar Mei is
right, you do have lovely derrieres. They're very pale,
though. A touch of colour would do them a world of
good, and with a little pattern - say herringbone,
they'd be quite perfect! Now it's Shar Mei's turn to
play with you for a minute. Don't run away!" She gave
my balls a little squeeze, and disappeared behind me,
and the next thing I knew, Shar Mei's mouth was at my
one of nipples, and her hands were busy in my crotch. I
was aflame within half a minute, straining at my bonds
to get closer to her, but as she was in control, not me,
she just laughed and went on teasing me.
Finally she seized me by the hair and pulled my
face down to hers, and kissed me, I thought she would
suck my tongue out of my mouth! "Ahh, you want, yes?
You want be lover to me?"
"Christ, yes! Very much!"
She giggled up at me, "Oooooh, so impatient!
Later! First I whip you, make you dance for me, eh? I
untie feet, now. You turn, face post."
The two women went to work, and before I knew it,
I was up against the post, secured with ropes, one ankle
tied a little high, raising one leg so that my left
buttock curved as if bent over, and exposing my balls
and thighs. Then they began rubbing and squeezing my
bottom, getting to know the terrain, so to speak. A
hood was thrown over my head so I couldn't see, and one
of the women seized my shaft, holding me still.
Wheeep! A thin line of pure pain erupted across my
buttocks, and I jerked in surprise, but the hand that
held me tightened, pushing my hips back ready for
another stroke. It came as soon as I was bent so far
that I couldn't clench up. Wheeeep! Lord, it hurt! I
jerked and bucked. and then I felt my prick enter
something warm and moist, which re-vitalized it most
effectively. Again I was pushed back, and again that
vicious little whip made play with my cheeks, once on
each side, with the tips curling just into the cleft.
"AIEEEEE! Oh, wait! Please, wait a minute! That
hurts, that really hurts!" I heard the whip whistle
again, but it didn't strike this time, and the girls
giggled and fondled me front and back. Too soon, the
caresses stopped, and the whipping resumed.
Eight more excruciating strokes followed, two at a
time, delivered slowly and carefully for the fullest
effect, and at the end I was almost sobbing. "Now,
John, was that fun? No? Well, if you behave yourself,
and do exactly as you're told, we may put the whip away.
That whip, anyway. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll just have
to give you another dozen. Won't we, Shar?"
"Please, Ma'am, you let me whip more? I only just
begin. I put cord on him, keep him hard while he
suffer, very nice. Please?"
"It might be fun. What do you say, John? A little
more with the song-huitt?"
"No, please, Caroline. No more song-huitt. I don't
think I could take any more of that! God, it hurts,
that thing!"
She removed the hood. "Yes, darling, it does. It's
meant to. But you haven't told me that you'll be good.
By which I mean very, very obedient. Will you, or shall
we try to persuade you a little more. Say, with another
dozen?"
"I'll be obedient."
"Splendid! Then kiss Shar Mei's hand, and thank
her for her trouble, and then ask her to torture your
nipples with the little red needle. Ask her very
nicely, and very humbly."
"You can't be serious!"
Whhhiiick!!! "EEEeeee! NO!" Whhheeeeickk!
"PLEASE! NO! NO MORE!"
"Well, darling? You will in the end, you know.
But if you don't now I'll just have to ask Shar Mei to
go on until you've had another dozen before I ask again.
And again and again if necessary. So?"
"Oh, Ma'am, I want whip some more! He dance very
beautiful, move pretty ass very nice. Please, you let me
make nice pattern on bottom, very attractive." She
swished the whip through the air, making me wince.
"Mmmmm, well, he's not asking for the needle yet,
so I suppose we'll have to go ahead. Whip him, Shar
Mei. Another dozen, and try to get the tips inside his
crack. I'll push him back and keep him open." She
grasped my handle again and forced me back until my
buttocks were spread wide while the servant took up her
stance and raised the whip.
"NO! No, please, I'll ask! Shar Mei, please,
torture me with the ...red needle."
"Go on. Where?"
"On my ...on my nipples."
Caroline took my face in her hands and kissed me,
"Of course, darling, if that's what you really want.
Shar Mei, help me take him down." I was released from
the post, though my wrists remained bound, and lead by
the testicles to a low padded bench, onto which I was
made to lie on my back while my arms and legs were
fastened down the sides with straps. As Caroline
finished binding me, Shar Mei lit a tiny brazier,
carefully nurturing the flame until the coals glowed
cherry-red. When she judged them hot enough, she thrust
a set of thin needles, with long wooden handles into
them and waited. She looked very happy.
Caroline meanwhile, was toying with me, keeping me
hard, and kissing me. I tried to turn away the first
time, but she gave my balls a hard squeeze, and hissed
into my ear, "Co-operate with me, darling, or I'll have
her put a needle right through your jewels. When I kiss
you, I expect to be kissed back, and when I put
something in front of your face, I expect it to be
kissed, and kissed passionately! Do you understand?"
She twisted my nipple until I cried out, and then
brought her face down to mine. I cooperated, which
really wasn't hard to do.
I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts, and her
armpits. I kissed her hands and her ears, and her
navel. Finally, she placed a pillow behind my head, and
kneeling astride my chest, presented her luscious little
bucket for treatment. The treatment was lovingly
applied, and when she spread her cheeks wide and thrust
back, my tongue found the little door, and did what was
expected of it. I could see nothing but that
magnificent ass, but at that moment, it was all I wanted
to see, and my tongue worked with a sort of languorous
vigour, provoking small, sweet animal sounds from my
tormentress.
She had just changed position a little, presenting
me with her little honeypot, when Shar Mei spoke,
"Needle almost ready, now. OK I fix so he longtime
hard?"
"Yes, you fix him. He certainly seems hard now!
I'm rather sorry now that I promised him to you. I'd
like to use him myself."
I felt Shar Mei's fingers again on my rod, magic as
always, and then something (I learned later that it was
a ribbon), was wound tightly around the base of my
equipment, and tied. The honeypot was brought up to my
face again, and as I did my duty, I felt a warm mouth
envelop my penis, making me diamond-hard. I couldn't
tell whose it was, but it was certainly skillful, and I
just when I thought I'd burst with unsatisfied passion,
the mouth was gone, and Caroline rose to her feet.
"He's all yours, darling. But leave something for me."
Shar Mei swung herself astride me, nude now, and
grasping me, guided my shaft to her magic portal,
lowering herself onto me slowly, never taking her eyes
off mine. I moaned with pleasure, and she smiled - a
cruel, cat-who's-caught-a-bird smile, and leaned
forward, fastening her lips on a nipple, and working her
mouth until it was nut-hard. Then she sat back, weaving
her hips slowly. "Now," she said, and Caroline pulled a
glowing needle from the brazier, holding the handle
carefully, and gave it to her.
Shar Mei took the nipple between her thumb and
middle finger, and pulled it up. Slowly, slowly, she
brought the glowing needle close to the nipple, until it
was about half an inch away. "Ahhh, now you ready?"
"NO!"
"Yes, you nipple hard - you ready," and she
touched the point to it. I screamed and bucked, but she
held the little hard nip securely, and touched it again.
She rode my jerking hips, rocking up and down and side
to side, seeming to time her motions to my frenzied
movement with a skill that betokened a rich experience
in these matters. A look of ecstacy was on her face,
her hair flew around her shoulders, and her breasts
bobbled wantonly as she raped me. The ribbon kept me
hard and able, despite the pain.
She threw the needle aside, and Caroline approached
me with another one, and knelt beside me to suckle my
other nipple to full erection. When it was ready, she
applied the point. "AAAAIIIEEEEEE!!!," I shrieked, and
my cry of pain mingled with Shar Mei's "AAAAHhhhhh!!" of
pleasure as she climaxed. Caroline flung away the
needle and raped my mouth with hers, as Shar Mei pressed
her lips to my tortured breast, and tried to suck the
nipple right off. It was too much! I came in a mighty
spurt, my body wracked with love's convulsions, and Shar
Mei met my movements with renewed ardour. Soon we were
making love again, my hips thrusting to meet her rocking
body in a frenzy, while Caroline avidly watched. I
spent twice more, the last time almost unable to exert
myself, Shar Mei lay on top of me, undulating her hips,
doing the work, her mouth glued to mine.
When, at last, it was over, the two women untied
the ribbon and sponged me off before releasing me from
my bonds. Caroline brought me a glass of something.
"Drink that down, John. It'll make You feel as good as
new in half an hour - the perfect after-rape nostrum. I
must say, you did very well! Didn't he, Shar Mei?"
"Best I have long time, Ma'am."
* * * * * *
The next morning we had breakfast on the veranda,
and as Caroline poured the coffee she asked, "Quite
recovered from last night,John?"
"Yes well, in some ways, anyway. I think I
learned a lot about myself."
"Did you enjoy it? That's the main thing."
"You know I did. very much!"
"You could have stopped it, you know - any time.
"I know".
"If you's said 'Enough! Untie me - I don't want to
go on' we'd have stopped. Then and there."
"I knew that. Which is why I didn't cry off. I
didn't want you to stop. It wasn't really rape
at all. I wanted it. God, how I wanted it!
All of it.
"The nipples, too?"
"The nipples, too."
"You've made quite an impression on Tissah - she's
been telling the laundry girls about you. I rather
think you'll have to make up for the nee-kee-gong,
though. If Tissah doesn't have you soon she may cause
trouble. I'll find an excuse to get you two together
this afternoon."
I agreed, and the conversation turned to the new
job I was going to in Rangoon. We discussed it, and
finally she said, "Somehow I can't see you working in a
bank. Is it really what you want?"
"Well, it's a living."
"Be serious."
"Then, no. But it's a chance to come here to
another part of the world, and a very exotic one to me,
and that I do like. As for the actual work in the bank
- well, I try not to think too much about it."
"We need a manager - someone to look after the
books, and oversee operations, too. Especially when
Rob's away, which happens quite often. Why don't you
stay and work for me? We'd love to have you, and the
laundry girls would be delighted, to say nothing of Shar
Mei."
"What about Rob?"
"He'd be happy, too. He's one of us, you know. No
secrets. He had the punishment hut built. Besides, I
actually own the estate, and Rob told me before he left
for Rangoon that if I liked you, to ask you".
And that is how I became a planter instead of a
banker, and a bit of a lecher, too. A lot happened in
the years following, some bad of course, but for the
most part, good, and always interesting. Ours was a
surprisingly happy plantation, and we always had to turn
away more help than we could hire. We looked after our
own, and they looked after us. Feudal? Perhaps, but it
worked.
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