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Subject: {ASSM} Sean and Mike, Ch 1 Pt. 2 (MM/F BDSM Semi-cons)
Date: Thu,  2 Aug 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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The Sean and Mike Saga Ch.  One - Chris and the Rec Room Part Two of Three
By Kryptik Kruiser

   USUAL DISCLAIMER THING

   I know we all hate these things, but I should put it in anyway…
This is a work of fiction, no part of this story is meant to represent any
real person, alive, dead, or otherwise, or to relate to any real event. 
This story deals with adult subjects and contains adult content, and is not
intended for persons under the age of 18 years.  If you are under the age
of 18, or are offended by this type of material, please stop reading now.
This original work is owned by me, but may be republished or reposted in
whole, not part, by anyone who wishes to do so provided I am listed as the
author.  Oh and this is my first real story of this nature to please bear
with me here.  Now that that’s all over and done with, let’s
get to the good part.



   Hell, when I said this house was full of goodies I definitely
wasn’t kidding.  As Mike and I rummaged through the house, we found
all sorts of items and devices that were going to let us teach Chris the
lesson of her life.  Perhaps I should tell you what’s going on, in
case you missed the earlier part of our adventure.

   We were at a party at Chris’ house, and after everyone had left
but the three of us she got a wee bit lippy.  So I gave her a good
spanking. Just a few hard swats over her jeans to tell her I wasn’t
messing around.  Well she just had to be stubborn, and she ended up getting
a good whipping a la Mike’s belt.  So now she’s in the spare
bedroom tied face down spread eagle on the bed while we prepare the house
for a real good time.  (Writer’s Note: if you missed part one and
really want to read it email me and I’ll send it to you)

   We had only searched the upstairs so far, and had already found us a
load of little things we could use on Chris with just a bit of imagination.
We found a couple good hard wooden spoons in the kitchen, a bunch of those
really tough paper clamps in her dad’s study (you know the black ones
made of a piece of metal bent into a triangle with two arms), some real
thick leather belts from her dad’s closet, and a couple decently
sized dildos in her mother’s dresser (does her dad know about
these?). When we raided the garage/workshop we found a couple good solid
yardsticks, some pliers, a whole bunch of rope, some of those long thin
planting stakes, and a whole bunch of fishing weights.  Wow, we were
stocked.

   Finally, we went downstairs and raided that for supplies, and set up all
the stuff we would need for Chris’ lesson.  At long last (the poor
girl had probably been tied up to that bed for almost an hour now) we came
upstairs, wielding two yardsticks and a handful of strong clothespins from
ye olde laundry room.  Into the spare room we went.  Chris had obviously
been struggling a wee bit, probably got antsy from waiting so long.  Her
shirt was all twisted around, and her jeans were hugging her ass like you
wouldn’t believe.  Not an unwelcome sight actually.  Mike and I snuck
up behind her and each grabbed a handful of ass, coaxing out a bit of a
squeal as we disturbed her sore flesh.  We each took a position on either
side of her, and with yardsticks in hand, began reading the riot act.

   I start out: “You are a very *crack* (I let the first blow down on
her ass) stubborn girl Chris.”

   Mike picks up: “We didn’t appreciate *crack* the names you
were calling *crack* us.”

   “It was quite silly *crack* of you to keep goading us on after I
spanked you the first time *crack*.”

   She was obviously starting to feel the blows on her already sore ass, I
could see her wince every time we hit her…

   “And even after I took my *crack* belt to your sorry behind you
still kept it up.  Not *crack* smart.”



   “So, *crack* tonight we’re going to teach you a lesson
you’re not going to forget.  After *crack* we’re done here
we’re going to take you downstairs and punish you like you’ve
never been before.  You are going to be in quite a lot of *crack* pain
tonight.

   She finally pipes up: “Sean, Mike, I’m sor…
*CRACK**CRACK**CRACK**CRACK**CRACK**CRACK*”

   We didn’t even let her finish, we let it rain down hard and fast,
right from the bottoms of her thighs to the top of her tender ass.  She was
crying quite profusely now.

   “That’s enough out of you!  You should have thought of this
before you got yourself into this mess!  Now you’re just going to
have to pay the penalty.  And you will not call us by name, you will call
us “Sir” for the rest of the night.  Is that understood?”

   “Yes Sean… *CRACK* *CRACK* Ow!!!!  I mean sir!!”

   We finally set down the yardsticks and untied her hands from the
bedposts, only to handcuff them immediately behind her back.  We then
untied her legs and hauled her to her feet.  I used the collar of her shirt
to wipe all the tears off her face, then Mike and I each roughly grabbed
one of her tits.

   “Alright dear, we’re just going to add a few reminders so
you don’t forget yourself, and then you’re going downstairs to
face the rest of your punishment.  Understand?”

   “Yes, Sir… OW!!!”

   We each put a clothespin on her nipples.  These were tough little
buggers; they still had plenty of bite even through her shirt and bra.  We
added a couple more to the sides of her breasts, re-tightened her
blindfold, and began leading her downstairs, giving her the occasional
smack on her quite sore ass to encourage her.

   We took her down to the rec room, which had been transformed into our
temporary dungeon… The room had a pool table, a hot tub, a beer
fridge, and most important: A complete weight system.  We took Chris over
to that device that has a cable going through a pulley near the ceiling
with weights on one end and a big long bar on the other.  We uncuffed her
hands and brought them over her head, tying them to either end of the bar.
Then we added just enough weight to hold her up, but not quite enough to
actually lift her off the ground.  Next we brought over a heavy barbell,
and tied her ankles to the ends of that.  She was nicely spread-eagled in
mid-air… perfect.  We finally undid her blindfold, and she gasped at
the sight before her.  The pool table was littered with all the fun little
items that we had dug up from around the house.  Belts, clamps, basically
anything one could find in a house that could be used for S&M.  She was
definitely in for one hell of a night.

   The first order of business was her clothes.  They were seriously
blocking the view of the pretty damn nice body tied up before us.  But it
would be kind of hard to remove them with her tied up like that.  I quickly
ran into the laundry/sewing room and emerged with… scissors!!  These
would do quite nicely.  Mike removed the clothespins from her breasts, as I
made a nice clean cut up the front of her shirt, exposing her bra-clad
tits, which were actually very very nice!  I cut the rest of the shirt
away, and tossed it on the floor.  Next, I made a cut up each leg of her
jeans, and peeled them off of her body.  I could see embarrassment in
Chris’ eyes as she hung before us, wearing nothing but a lace bra and
her thong.  Now the real fun could begin.

   First, I took a flyswatter from the pool table (the kind with the really
heavy duty rubber part on the end), and started stroking it up and down the
front of Chris’ thighs.  In her eyes I could see a mix of fear and
anticipation.  “So Chris, are you ready to start your
punishment?” “N-n-no, please…” *SMACK* *SMACK*
*SMACK* *SMACK* I landed 4 hard swats on the fronts of her thighs, causing
a delightful little squeal “Ooow!  Please, don’t…”
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I landed 3 more on her bra-clad tits, getting a
gasp, and pulling a tear from her eye.  “Now Chris, I don’t
think you get the idea.  You’re going to be punished, and it will be
a lot easier if you cooperate with us..” “B-but” *CRACK*
I could see Chris’ eyes go wide and she let out a scream as Mike hit
her as hard as he possibly could right in the crease between her thighs and
her ass with a thick leather belt.  Mike took a piece of her cut up shirt
and put it in her mouth, using the handyman’s secret weapon to hold
it there.  “Listen up!” He demanded “Your pleas are going
to get you absolutely nowhere, and if you keep whining we’re only
going to make it harder on you, so don’t bother!  Now we’re
going to have to punish you even more for being troublesome.”

   As Mike finished his sentence, I unclasped Chris’ bra, exposing
her tits to our view, and hell were they nice!  And they were going to be
hurting units pretty soon.  I raised the flyswatter, and gave her two hard
swats right on the top of her tits.  Her eyes started to tear up as I gave
her a few more swats on the sides of her tits, and she tried to cry out
through her gag as I whipped right on her hard nipples.  Next, Mike stepped
forward with a thick wooden ruler and started smacking her breasts all over
the place with it, top, bottom, sides, insides, and right on her nipples.
She was already crying quite well by now as I went over to the table and
retrieved a small box.  I brought it over and her eyes went wide as saucers
as I opened it to reveal several medium sized sewing pins.  She shook her
head madly as Mike roughly grabbed her left breast and squeezed it.  I took
a pin from the box, and slowly pressed it into the top of her tit.  She
screamed so loud that you could barely tell she was gagged, as I took out
another pin and pressed it into the side of her breast.  I started
inserting a third pin into the bottom of her breast.  She tried to jerk
away, but Mike’s hold on her was very strong.  “Stop moving,
damnit!” Mike said as he flicked the pin sticking out of the top of
her tit, extracting yet another sharp scream from behind the gag.  I
quickly jabbed a fourth pin into the other side of her tit, and Mike let it
go.

   This time, I grabbed onto her right breast, and Mike repeated the same
process on it.  She almost passed out by the time we were done, but a quick
slap to her abused bottom grabbed her attention.  By now her face was
absolutely soaked with tears, and she was sobbing constantly from behind
the gag.  Mike and I decided it was time for a quick smoke break.  We each
grabbed a heavy duty paper clamp from the table, and before Chris even
noticed we had clamped them down onto her nipples, but afterward she let
out another scream that probably would have burst our ears if not for the
gag.  She began bawling as we each hung a couple of lead fishing weights
from the clamps, and we walked away, leaving our little toy hanging by her
arms in a world of pain, while we decided what to do to her next.

   This has been a work of fiction by the Krypik Kruiser.  Any questions or
comments can be emailed to k_kruiser@hotmail.com 

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