Back home, we’d never gotten into purchasing fancy BDSM tools and devices. Mostly because none of us were really aware of most of them, but also, I was resourceful and liked to make use of things found around the house. Things were no different here and I was forced to rely on items I found around Karen’s place to use for tonight’s activities. The main implement I planned on using was my thin leather belt, but I’d also brought one of Karen’s pinp pong paddles she had stored in her shed and formed a wire clothes hanger into a wicked switch that was sure to welt with each strike. Karen had silk scarves and other items that could reasonably restrain someone, but having the freedom to flee the pain is what this session was all about.
I walked up behind the two girls, admiring their nice rounded butts, sopping cunts and glistening thighs where their fluids had been running down for quite a while now. I decided to start with Holly first for no particular reason other than she was on the right and I was right handed. I took my time placing my implements carefully on Karen’s ass, instructing her not to drop a single item or there would be terrible consequences. Before I got started, I stuck my hands between their legs, cupping their wet pussy’s. Karen nearly failed her simple task right away as she fought her shuddering body from my touch.
“Your bodies beg for me.” I commented, rubbing my palm, mashing their labia as my finger tips rubbed their clits and my thumbs massaging their assholes.
“Yes.” Karen gasped.
“Please.” Holly begged.
“In time, but for now, I want to see if you are worthy of kneeling alongside those before you.” I said, referencing Melanie and Audrey.
I released their weeping cunts and slid the belt from Karen’s ass. I wrapped enough of it around my thick meaty fist so that I had precise control of it when I swung. Too much length and it would lose much of its sting as each strike would dissipate over a larger area. Too little and I wouldn’t be able to generate enough kinetic force to cause much pain. After a couple practice swings, I warmed Holly’s right cheek up with a few hard slaps from my left hand.
“Ooh!” Holly jumped slightly from the smack, but seeming to enjoy the playful strike.
She wasn’t smiling anymore however, when I brought the belt crashing down her tender flesh, the walls reverberating the crack as the leather bit into Holly. Instinctively, she dropped her ass away from the pain, but was quick to bring it back into position. She yiped as the second strike came down much harder than the first, but this time, I anticipated her ducking her ass out of the way and brought rapid third strike down on her evading cheek. Holly buried her face into the covers and clenched them tightly in her fists as she grimaced and braced herself for what was to come.
Holly’s legs trembled after a flurry of a dozen strikes from the leathery asp that was repeatedly attacking her right ass cheek. Holly howled into the mattress as her body felt like it was on fire, but she refused to flee the pain anymore. Sure, she continued to bounce her ass up and down and side to side, instinctive reactions from the punishment she was receiving, but if she wanted it to end, all she had to do was crawl forward. Since she was holding fast, I felt it time to turn it up a notch.
Her right cheek was a deep red where I had focused all my strikes. I could feel the heat from all the blood beneath the flesh on my hand without even touching her. I thought I’d give her right cheek a break and focus on the left. I returned the belt to Karen’s ass and picked up the paddle and rapidly began striking the left cheek. I started out softly, but steadily picked up the pace as I went. I used the paddle to create a slow burn in Holly. With a seemingly unending stream of whacks, I wanted to drive her crazy as what was currently just irritation turned into pain, which would evolve into a burning. Like holding a hair dryer against ones skin, what starts out as warm and cozy will soon turn into a burning misery. By the time I’d finished with the paddle, I was drawing my arm back and wailing away on the young teen’s purple cheek. I put the paddle down on Karen’s ass and gave Holly a moment of peace. Holly’s body shook as she bawled loudly into the bed.
“You only need to crawl to Audrey and this will end, little one.” I mocked her. “You’ve done enough, you don’t want this in your life, do you? Tell her, Audrey. Tell Holly that this life isn’t for her.”
I was taken by surprise as this was the first time one of my girls had openly disobeyed me. Audrey looked up at me quickly before leaning across the mattress to lift Holly’s head.
“Listen to me, Holly.” She told her. “You can do this. You want this. I believe in you.”
Audrey took another glance at me. Realizing that since she was in for a penny, she was in for a pound and continued her encouragement to the young teen.
“Daddy wants good girls, Holly. Good girls who will make Daddy happy and accept whatever he asks of them. Are you a good girl, Holly?” She implored.
Through teary eyes and reddened face, Holly nodded vehemently.
“Be Daddy’s good girl, Holly!” She plead.
Holly looked over her shoulder at me and declared, “I’m a good girl, Daddy.” before burying her face in the bed again, readying herself for even more suffering.
“Face me, Holly.” I commanded and the beaten girl painfully came about on hands and knees.
Despite her continued tears, Holly locked her gaze on my thick cock that sprung out before her, inches from her face. Even though her lips quivvered in suffering, she hung her mouth open, offering it to me to try and sheath my cock down her throat.
I took my cock and brought the large tip to her open mouth. “Drink.” I told her.
With an animalistic grunt, Holly latched on to me like she had her mother the night before. I looked down into her red tear-stained eyes as I released my urine into her teen mouth. Holly twitched slightly as the hot blast of bladder broth sprayed the back of her mouth, but she was determined to pass her test so she forced herself to swallow. Karen did her best to look over her shoulder, hoping to watch her daughter imbibe my piss, but it proved too difficult given her position and balancing my ‘tools’ on her ass.
I finished my stream and stroked Holly’s head in praise. “Well done, little one.” I smiled.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She smiled weakly, but proudly.
“Do you wish to continue?” I asked her.
“Yes, please, Daddy.” She answered.
“Call me, David.” I reminded her. “Go to Audrey and she will take care of you. You did well so far.”
“Thank you, David.” Holly meekly replied before turning and crawling to Audrey.
Audrey nearly had tears in her eyes as she took young Holly into her arms. She laid the girl down on the stomach and began gently rubbing her burning ass with ice cubes. Holly laid in such a way that her head was still turned my way and her eyes lovingly stared up at me as she smiled over her success.
“Your turn, bitch.” I said, sharply to Karen, causing her to shudder slightly.