PART TWO
‘We will start off gently, to begin with, June, then build up to full force cane strokes,’ said Stuart.
For the next half an hour the two of them caned my ass together, Stuart on one side and his friend on the other. They began fairly moderately as Stuart had said, but slowly increased the force a little more with each stroke until they were caning me very hard. The sound of the swishes in that room was loud and distinct, as each cane struck my bum, the sound was almost deafening. Each stroke produced a sharp loud crack sound, as they caned my bum and the backs of my thighs together. They counted out the strokes as they did them, 1, 2, 3, and so on.
I rode through the pain as I had done a few times before when guys caned me. Each stroke stung a lot, and pretty soon my bum felt very hot and sore. As they approached their tenth strokes, I found myself crying out loudly, with each cane strike.
‘Ahhh, that's it, June, baby, let go of your resistance, that's what we wanted to hear,’ said, Stuart. His friend also said similar, and I could tell that my cries, excited them both.
I cried out once more as strokes nine, from both men made contact with the cheeks of my bum. Again they both expressed their pleasure at hearing me shout out loudly my cries of pain.
Once the caning was over, I was untied, and helped to my feet. Stuart said, ‘That was incredible, June, you were incredible, thank you.’
I felt around, and rubbed my bum with one hand, it felt very hot and sore, but I had endured their twenty cane strokes.
Stuart then said, ‘We will now begin the main part of the evening, June, in my ‘Artwork’ room.’
I was then led by them both, out of the playroom, and back down the hallway, we turned left and entered a huge room, with high ceilings and it had amazing works of art hunting on the walls.
At the far end was a gigantic mural, it remained me somewhat of the ‘Mona Lisa,’ though there were differences. In front of the mural, there was a raised metal platform, that extended out into the room. At the foot of the metal floor was a large round weight, the type you see in Gyms.
‘This is where we have punished girls like you before, June, many times,’ said Stuart.
It was then that I noticed another guy standing to the side, he had a large camera around his neck, and there were some lenses on the floor next to him.
‘This is our photographer, June, he will be capturing everything on camera from this point onwards, photos and video,’ said Stuart.
I was then told to stand still, facing the guy with the camera. He then approached me raising his camera to eye-level. Stuart said, ‘We would like a front face photo of you before we start, June.’
I looked at the camera and smiled, there was a flash as this guy took a portrait photos of my face.
‘Thank you,’ said Stuart.
Before they began, I was given another glass of Champagne, and the three of us sat around and talked some more. I found out that Stuart and his friend had advertised for girls to be punished five times before, always for payment, and always photographed and videoed. They told me, however, that I was- so far- their youngest, and the most beautiful.
After a half-hour break, Stuart said, ‘We would like to cane you again, on the platform, June, but also introduce you to the Bull-whip.’
‘How would you feel about that, sweetheart?’
I thought for a moment, then said, ‘I have been whipped before, but it was not that hard, or that many lashes, only ten, if I remember.’
‘I see,’ said Stuart, ‘We would like to increase that for you, to say, thirty lashes?’
He added, ‘With say, another ten, from the cane.’
I sat contemplating, this and could feel my heart pounding inside me again.
‘If more money will help you decide, June, please name your price,’ said Stuart.
I replied, ‘No, no, the fee you have paid me is very generous, and I could not take more money from you, Stuart.’
He said, ‘If you agree to this, you will make both of us very happy men, June.’
After a long pause, I said, ‘Ok, I’ll do it, but not too hard please.’
‘Good girl, we both knew you would say that,’ said Stuart.
His friend, who had not said much up to that point, said, ‘Thank you, June, I know you can do this.’
I was then walked up onto the metal platform by the two of them. The camera guy began taking flash photos, from behind me. They made me face the wall with the large mural, then they both began tying ropes around my ankles. I watched with interest at how adept they were with the ropes, and pretty soon, they had my ankles bound. They then pulled the ropes so my heels slid across the metal floor, my legs ending up far apart.
Next, Stuart bound my hands together tightly, using another rope, he then passed the rope under me and down between my legs. He passed it back, and his friend then fastened the end to the round weight, moving the weight backward, which had the effect of pulling my hands down to the floor and back between my legs.
I was now bent over, legs apart, and my hands almost touched the floor. Stuart and his friend then re-checked all of the ropes, pulling the weight a little further back, so I was bent over a little more.
Stuart then checked to see if I was ok. I was breathing hard now, almost panting, my heart felt like a jackhammer in my chest, and I could feel my legs shaking a little.
‘You will be fine, June, we both know you can take this,’ he said.
For the next half an hour, Stuart and his friend took turns caning my ass again. Once they reach ten strokes, they produced the Bull-whip and took turns whipping me, not just my bum, but the backs of my thighs and the sides of my body were also struck by the tip of the whip.
Weirdly, on the video they later gave me a copy of, it looks like they are not whipping me that hard. Trust me though, they were! The sounds of the whip striking me were loud and sharp in the large room. On and on it went, lash after lash. I strained against the ropes holding me bent over the way I was, my arms ached something terrible after only a short time, and my lower back was burning from the position, but also the whip's tip when It made contact with my skin.
After around ten lashes, I opened my mouth, and let out a loud cry of pain, then again on the eleventh lash, and the twelfth, and so on.
‘Yes, that's it, June, there is no shame in crying out and releasing your pain for us,’ said Stuart.
Pretty soon, around lash number twenty or so, I could feel my climax building, slowly it coursed through me, building and building until I could not hold back any longer, and I cried out in both pain and ecstasy as it ripped through me in warm waves of pleasure.
Stuart and his friend, both saw and heard this, and they expressed their pleasure at watching me orgasm from their whipping.
‘Oh yes, June, that's it, baby, you let your cum free for us now,’ said Stuart.
His friend added, ’Oh wow, June, you submit to your orgasm for us, this is what we wanted to see.’
I could do little but ride my climax, through its waves. I could feel my pussy now leaking below me, my juices were running down my inner thighs. The two men carried on. Lashing my body together, still counting out the lashes, until finally, they reached thirty.
During the whipping, the photographer guy took many flash photos and he moved around to my right to film my face more closely as they punished me.
As I came down slowly from my orgasm, panting hard, and taking in great lung-fulls of air, the two of them stopped whipping me and both then stepped up onto the platform.
‘We have decided we are going to fuck you now, June, you are too gorgeous for us to pass by,’ said Stuart.
Still panting, I steadied myself, as Stuart moved close behind me, he had already lowered his trousers and he was already hard I could feel it. He then just slipped his cock inside my still-soaking wet pussy, gripped my hips, and began to fuck me.
My ass cheeks were still sore and burning from the evening's punishment, but he fucked me hard regardless, pulling out, then sliding back inside me fully. Because I was still so tender and so sensitive from my orgasm, I could feel every thrust intensely as he fucked me.
His friend now stood to the side of me, stroking his hard cock, and smiling. After about ten minutes, Stuart cried out and said he was going to cum, he thrust himself deep inside me one last time, pumping his cum inside my pussy.
After a pause, Stuart pulled out of me, and I felt his cum immediately start to leak out of me, and down my inner thighs. Almost straight away, his friend took his place behind me, shuffling position. I could feel he was placing his cock at the entrance to my tortured bum. He then slowly slipped his cock inside my ass, grabbing me by my hips as he began ass-fucking me.
As he built up his pace, fucking me ever harder and deeper in my ass, he grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head backwards hard. After a time, he pulled out, then entered my cum-fill pussy, after a few thrusts, he pulled out and re-entered my bum, saying, ‘Some of Stuart’s cum, to lube my cock as I fuck your ass, hard now, June.’
After several minutes of him fucking my bum, balls-deep, he said, ‘I am going to fill your ass with my cum now, you slut, June.’
As he was about to cum, I felt my second climax start to tear through me and we both cried out together, as he thrust into me one last time, and told me he was cumming. My own climax was now pushing through my body. Anal climaxes for me are always so intense, and quite different from when guys are fucking my pussy.
I felt Stuart's friend, pumping his cum deep inside my ass, his hand still gripping my hair tightly, and my head pulled back as he came. I also felt more of Stuart's cum leaking out of my pussy, and down the inside of my thighs.
As he pulled out of me, there was a loud squelching sound, and I quickly farted out the air he has forced inside my bum, along with some of his cum.
I was soon untied by the two of them, and they both thanked me more than once. They told me I was the best ‘challenge’ they had ever had at the house and that they would like me to return again in the future.
Stuart then said, ‘We have left some beautiful red marks on your body, June.’
I looked around at myself, and he was right. My bum and lower back were covered in red lines and marks, and the sides of my body were also scattered with red lines and some darker red marks where the tip of the whip had struck me. They were reddening more and were sore to touch, but I had expected this when I applied to Stuart's advert.
‘We would very much like to book you again, June if you would be up for that?’ Asked Stuart.
I replied, ‘Yes, if I am free, I would be happy to, Stuart.’
’Next time we would like to use the bull-whip on your lovely young body, full force please, June, therefore we may have to tape over your mouth with some duct tape,’ he added.
Stuart then went and got my coat and handbag, and called me a taxi on the house phone. We sat for a while chatting, they asked me more about my life and experiences, and both listened intently as I told them about everything I had experienced up to that point.
I asked Stuart, what would they be doing with the video and the photos the guy had taken during the evening.
‘The video is purely for our own enjoyment, June, the photos however, will be used in a glossy BDSM magazine, for an article about tonight, and should appear in next month's issue,’ he replied.
I stared wide-eyed at hearing this, and said, ‘I am not sure I want photos of me published in a magazine like that, Stuart.’
He replied, ‘Well, I am afraid you signed our waiver form, earlier, June, so we retain the rights to publish the photos as we see fit.’
He added, ‘ I can see that look on your face, sweetheart, but we feel your punishment session with us tonight was so good, it needs to be published, and shared with other like-minded men like us, who are subscribers to that magazine.’
I went to protest once more, but he stopped me by saying, ‘Think of the humiliation this will bring for you, and that can only heighten tonight's experience I think.’
I said,’ No, please, I don’t want them published like that, I have had photos of me in bondage published before against my will, and I don’t want it again, please.’
‘No, June, the photos will be published, and we will make sure your full real name and age are also included in the magazine article,’ he said, ‘Along with the face photo you posed for earlier, so the readers will be in no doubt about who you are in the article.’
He added, ‘You should go and buy yourself a copy of the magazine next month, June, then you will see what we mean.’
Feeling powerless to say or do anything else, I was then ushered toward the front door, where the lights from the arriving taxi could be seen through the glass.
Around a month later, I went into Central London and visited an adult bookstore. I quickly found a copy of the magazine, ‘BDSM, Review,’ which Stuart had told me would be publishing the article. A part of me truly hoped he was just teasing me, and that when I opened the magazine, the article would not be inside. However, as I thumbed through the pages of girls in various states of bondage and punishments, there in the centre pages, across a double page was the article about me.
The writer was listed as simply ’Stuart’, but I clearly saw ten photographs of me, being whipped by them, roped onto that platform. The photos showed the red welts and marks on my bum and the sides of my body. They had also printed two photos of the guys fucking me, and one of my bum at the end. It showed the welts and marks, but also their cum dripping out of my pussy and ass.
At the foot of the page, it said my full real name, my age, and that I was from East London.
My train ride home that day was filled with apprehension, I did feel humiliated of course, and I remember trying to keep my head down on the train in case I was recognised. However, the feeling of heightened eroticism was hard to ignore and I had to admit to myself that I liked it!
Around three weeks later, I found myself in Central London one afternoon. I was shopping for a birthday present for my mother at a popular bookshop in Covent Garden, when I suddenly spotted this older man staring at me. He was smiling at me, so I looked away and moved to another rack of books.
As I rounded the corner, I came face to face with him, and he was still smiling at me. He then said, ‘I do hope that pretty ass of yours has recovered, darling.’
Realising I had been rumbled, and blushing profusely, I said, ‘Excuse me, what?’
He said, ’It is you, I know it is, don’t be shy, I saw you in the magazine, you were fantastic.’ He added, ‘You are stunning, and you have such a beautiful body, you took your whipping so well too.’
‘You must have me mixed up with someone else,’ I replied quickly, desperately trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.
He laughed, then said finally, ’I don’t think so, darling... June H***, twenty-seven years old, from East London, wasn’t it?’
