'Darling, would you really consider whipping my breasts?'
'No I won't! It's a good thing one of has a bit of restraint.' Antonia examined a thought. 'Griselda, today's been a sort of happening. Would it be the day to take off your handcuffs? It's been a long time?'
'Do you want to?'
'They frustrate me sometimes, like now in fastening you to be punished.'
'Mmmmm, what a delicious decision! I can't possibly make it.' Griselda clinked and tugged the bands on her wrists, twisting her shoulders to emphasize impotence.
'Decisions are your department, darling.'
'Oh sure, and I nearly always decide what you want.'
'That's because we both want the same things. I'm not sure about my handcuffs,
'Tonia, they frustrate me a lot more than they do you. But they're a part of ME. It would be a sort of excision.' Griselda pul ed even more fretfully, clinking the link that robber her of her hands. 'A Case of: 'parting be such sweet sorrow'.'
'But is it sensible to rob us both of your hands forever, establishing some sort of a record there's only us to laugh over?'
'We've got an investment already, a sort of vested interest, darling. Way over two months. . ! And I've loved every moment, and I've learned to do so many things.'
Griselda giggled. 'Did you see Ilona's face when I poured her drink?'
'Oh alright then, you concupiscent mink. We'll go on from day to day, each day another little victory in the handcuff marathon, and it certainly does keep you delightfully damp beneath your bush.' Antonia pursed her lips. 'I should simply announce the decision to keep you handcuffed like that for the next couple of years.
You wouldn't be a bit happy over that.'
'Yes I would. You should try handcuffs, behind your back of course, the effect's meltingly devastating. Oh, 'Tonia, I love my handcuffs. Let's make that a deal? no, a sentence! Two Whole years! Oh, darling. . !'
'You can precede me to the punishment room.' Said Antonia stiffly.
Punishment between them was rarely inflicted without a preliminary debate: the instrument, the severity, the binding. The discussion was serious enough towards its end result, but there would be laughter and wave after wave of hot lechery as they plotted their erotic mix. With mock seriousness they debated now.
'Handcuffed like that, I can't possibly get at your back.' Antonia complained.
'But there's my bottom, and my thighs, and several bits and pieces!'
'Caning your hands used to make a nice change.' 'Tonia mused thoughtfully. 'It would serve you right if, instead of your back, I used the soles of your feet.'
'But, darling, my bottom's absolutely virgin today. There's plenty of room on it to be punished all you want.' Griselda affirmed anxiously. 'And as for the soles of my poor feet, you know what I think of that!'
'If I decided to do it you couldn't stop me. That's one dividend I get out of your handcuffs.'
'Oh, darling. . !' Griselda's exclamation was loaded with reproach. 'If you decided to do that awful thing to my feet you know I'd let you, I'd be obedient. Even without the handcuffs I'd always obey'
She was hugged and kissed by an Antonia repentant for doubt. 'Sorry, pet. That was thoughtless.'
'Well, alright.' Griselda conceded. 'But you know me. You've got me excited about my feet. How do you go about whipping a girl's feet? Didn't they call it the bastinado?'
'Forget it, pet, that's not for you.'
'But it's a bit of me we've never thought of!' Griselda was intrigued. 'And if I stay handcuffed. . ?'
'The pain would be awful, and not a bit erotic.'
'How d'you know?'
'I've read about it. People limp afterwards, or can't walk at all.'
Griselda pouted. 'I read about it too. It said the lucky girl got the bottoms of her feet rapped with limber wands, not hard enough to damage, but after a couple of hours she gets awfully cheesed off with the constant attention.'
'Fine. Now we both know all about it. I won't do it to you.'
'Another time, maybe? A 'once over lightly' so's we find out?' Griselda's plea was pensive.
'I'll think about it.'
Griselda giggled. 'So will I? that's the trouble.'
'Very well, if it get's too bad I'll cure you. But not today. Why do you want the whip on your bottom instead of the crop? The crop's much the most suitable?'
'Darling, you've complained so much 'bout not being able to whip my back you've got me thinking erotically about the whip. If you use that short single thong it does a lovely job on me? so long as you don't lap it over my hip.'
'I intend to lap it across your hip every stroke. You're a churning bundle of sexuality that needs a lesson.'
'Then let's go to bed?'
'I should take you there and drain you so dry you'd come back here for your whipping cold, no erotic surges left to blunt the pain.'
'Oh, 'Tonia, Mmmmmm. . '
Antonia Noyes knew what she must do. It was never a good idea to allow her captive to gain the initiative, even in girl talk. From a pul ey above she drew down a hook and inserted it between the steel bands on Griselda's wrists. A moment later the girl to be punished was bending painfully forward with her cuffed arms drawn high behind her back. As her head bent lower and her hair cascaded to the floor, she gasped.
'Tonia, I'm handcuffed. Remember? Not tied with rope.'
'Hurt bad?'
'Jeepers, yes.'
'Good. Still set on the whip?'
Griselda turned a pink face to peer back and up. 'I think I'd like to call this whole thing off.' She admitted unhappily. 'I don't seem to feel in the mood. Couldn't we go to bed?'
'Later. Not now. When we do go it will be me who has the fun. Your's will be the only tongue used. That's part of your punishment.'
'Ohhhhh. . Oh, darling!'
'This the whip you want?'
'Well, it's the one I thought about. But I don't seem to actually want it any more.
Sorry!'
'Griselda, do you always have to quibble? I've heard all this before.'
'Weeeel, yes. But if you were in the spot I'm in you'd quibble too. Gosh, 'Tonia, you've bent my bottom tight as a drum.'
'The better to whip you, my dear. Want a gag?'
'No, I'll scream. You're terribly unkind.'
'Prefer the dungeon, dear?'
'No!' The denial was emphatic.
'I knew you wouldn't. Ready for me to start?'
'Oh alright. I suppose you have to.'
It was a most satisfying mark. It leaped across the twin curves like a scarlet beacon. The girl who had placed it there stood and gazed at it's formation into a weal, her heart thudding, her sex aflame. This first mark upon the taut bent bottom was pure beauty. Griselda's foot bent back from the knee, flexing in agony, but she did not utter a sound. Antonia Noyes struck again.
'Ohhhhh. . Oh damn! Oh, darling, d'you have to do it so hard?'
'Of course. You know I do.'
'I'm trying not to scream.'
'How very sweet! Keep trying.'
'Tonia, you're still dressed?!'
'So I am. How thoughtless. It's that woman. . Hold on, it won't take me a minute.'
