AirBeatenBottoms Part Two

 ‘That was quite an evening’ I thought to myself as I lay in bed about to drift off to sleep. I don’t think the girls would be finding it so easy. I pictured them in the little cottage, teary eyed and shell-shocked but physically exhausted and desperately in need of sleep. Since they were forbidden male visitors and not in any kind of state to entertain them anyway they were denied even the comforts of a good fucking. All that really was left to them was frantically playing with themselves or….

A vivid picture suddenly came into my mind. The girls in bed together naked, examining the damage that I had done to each of their bottoms, running their fingers over the marks, possibly massaging in some cold cream. In their heightened emotional condition, this would have quite an effect. It was pretty obvious where this would lead. I imagined Elsa, obviously the more dominant of the pair, making the first move, first kissing Ingrid gently on the lips, stroking her hair and face then going in for a more intimate kiss. Ingrid responding, at first shyly, but then with more enthusiasm. Hands exploring each others bodies. A leg thrust between legs and then a rocking motion. More kissing and more intense rocking and Ingrid cums on the firmness of Elsa’s thigh. Then it is Elsa’s turn. This time the blonde head travels down her body, first kissing and sucking at her breasts, then licking her belly before arriving at its destination. Elsa’s hands are at the back of Ingrid’s head. There is a look of intense concentration on Elsa’s face which turns to ecstasy.

I felt a little annoyed. Although admittedly this was merely my imagination working overtime but it is possible that this sort of thing had happened. I’d read somewhere recently that today’s young people, particularly women, no longer identify as exclusively heterosexual or homosexual. Who knows, perhaps this had already happened on nights when they were without male company. If not, now that I was enforcing the ban, I had probably made this even more likely. This would not do, one little bit. The whole point of the ‘no visitors after 10’ was that I had hoped that one of them would get frustrated enough to let me have a go at them or failing that if I wasn’t getting any, at least I could console myself with the thought that no young ruffian was either. But now I realised that was naive of me. The girls were in their early twenties with all those hormones coursing through their veins; they would find an outlet somewhere. I had to do something to put a stop to it.

First, I had another problem to attend to. All of the day’s events, as welcome as they were, were largely unexpected. I wasn’t really sure that the girls would fall for my blackmail so I was thoroughly unprepared. I needed to purchase some supplies. A few of them could be purchased discreetly locally: canes from the garden centre etc. But what if I went into the local farriers to buy a riding crop? Everyone round here knows that I have no interest in equine pursuits. It would only take a little bit of time for the local gossips to start working out what was going on. I am sure a few of them had already taken a view on my choice of house guests. Perhaps I was being paranoid but I didn’t want to take the risk. No, I would go into the city tomorrow and get what I needed to properly deal with the Swedes. I made a mental list in my head as I drifted off.

The next morning I knocked on their door.

A bleary eyed Ingrid answered. Her blonde hair was ruffled. She was wearing a t-shirt and bed shorts. The cute outfit belied the womanly fullness of the girl wearing it. Without warning I tugged the shorts down. She involuntarily covered her bush. That didn’t bother me too much. I was more interested in her bottom which was now fully revealed. I inspected my handiwork from the day before. The redness was fading a little but could still be made out.

“I am going into the city to pick up a few things. I’ll be back some time this evening. Here is a list of things I need doing around the property. If they are not done by the time I return, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” As I said this I slapped her hard on the bare bottom, just as a reminder although she needed none.

“And don’t take my absence as an opportunity for a little last minute fucking. I could be back any time and woe betide you if I find any sign of males on the property. Do I make myself clear”

Slap!

“Yes” Ingrid answered

“From no on, it’s “yes sir” okay?”

Another slap.

“Yes SIR” she responded. She half smiled but then quickly realised that I was serious.

Along with my normal errands I spent a busy but enjoyable morning visiting hardware shops and other premises to complete my shopping list. There were a few items that required a visit to a specialist establishment. I found the owner very friendly and knowledgeable when I explained at least some of the details of the situation. He told me how to use each implement effectively without the risk of doing long term damage. It was their minds I wanted to ruin not their lovely bodies.

I drove back very carefully and well within the speed limit. The boot of my car looked like something from a B grade slasher movie and I did not want to give the cops any excuse to stop and search me. I got home around 7. As my car pulled into the driveway I saw the girls sitting down on a bench in the yard. Their bodies slumped. It was clear that they had been working hard clearing it up. They looked exhausted. Both of them were wearing shorts and tight t-shirts.

I got out of the car.

“I knew that as soon as my back is turned you little cunts would start slacking off. Have you even done any work or have you both spent the day in bed with some fancy fellow?” I was laying this all on thick for shock value.

Ingrid was almost in tears already. She protested.

“Shut up! Both of you go to my car and take what’s in the boot to the main house. I’ll deal with you up there”

I stood back and watched the girls open the boot of my car. I enjoyed the look of shock and then horror on their faces as the removed its contents. I got a little nervous. If there was any time to cut and run it was now. Surely they would now realise that how twisted I was. If they didn’t run, they only really had themselves to blame.

I was slightly astonished as they meekly carried all my tackle into the main house.

I followed them.

They now stood by side, looking very nervous.

“I’ve decided that since last night’s little session went so well we should continue just until I can be sure that you are on the straight and narrow. Who knows one day you will come to have fond memories of our time together”

A look of angry contempt crossed Elsa’s face but she quickly suppressed it.

“The thing is, I have my suspicions that you have been engaging in Sapphic pursuits along with your other sins and this is something that really needs to be nipped in the bud.”

Both girls looked puzzled.

“Do I need to spell it out? I am sure your English is not that bad. I think you have been at it with each other, licking each others cunts and so forth and I find the whole idea revolting.”

I actually found the whole idea rather exciting but I added this for dramatic effect.

“I suggest we begin with a spot of aversion therapy.”

Again this was greeted with puzzlement.

I said with a sigh “ I thought you had studied psychology, Elsa? ‘Aversion therapy’ is where an illicit activity, which is currently associated with pleasure becomes instead associated with pain.”

Elsa clearly twigged and quickly translated for the benefit of Ingrid. They both now looked very worried.

“Good, now that we all understand one another, take off your clothes and put them on the bench.”

The two Swedes stepped out of their clothing and underwear with surprising speed. They had obviously been working hard because their faces were a little dirty and there was a recognisable scent of sweat. Not to worry, I would hose them down once we were done.

Their beautiful young bodies looked every bit as enticing as they had done yesterday.

“Right then, I want you to make out with each other. The first one to cum gets twelve strokes with this”

I swished on the canes I had bought through the air causing both of them to huddle together in terror.

“Get on with it.”

The speed with which they proceeded to pleasure one another confirmed all of my suspicions. They were obviously well acquainted with one another’s bodies. As I enjoyed the spectacle of them caressing and fondling each other’s feminine forms, I also appreciated the tension that I had introduced between their friendship and affection for one and other, and the fact that this was a competition which only one of them could win. Their mouths were on each others’ necks, their hair was tossed back in wanton abandon, as their bodies writhed in pleasure. As I suspected Elsa was the more skilful lover and it wasn’t long before her face was buried deep in Ingrid’s cunt. Ingrid quickly became overcome by the sensations and she forgot entirely that she was supposed to be trying to beat her friend. Her head tossed backwards and her back arched and she started to let out loud moans and groans of pure animalistic pleasure.

It was at that point that I blew the whistle which I had picked up earlier on a whim.

“Okay, I have seen quite enough. Stop what you are doing”

The two girls uncoupled themselves.

They were both flushed and even sweatier than when they had come in.

“Elsa since you obviously gained the most pleasure from this disgusting behaviour, it is only right that you receive some correction. I am going to cane you. You will receive twelve strokes. Lie on the table on your back and grab the back of your knees”.

The chubby blonde climbed up on the table and held her legs wide open.

Both the sight and the scent of her clearly aroused cunt was almost intoxicating. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to simply slide my cock into her. I already knew from yesterday how tight it was.

This position, however, was not only deeply humiliating it was also one of the most practical for administering a proper caning. Buttocks, thighs and even her cunt itself were all at my mercy. I paused momentarily to slip first one then two fingers inside the girl before waving them under her nose.

“It is clear that you have enjoyed yourself too much, so this will now need to be balanced with pain”

“Craaack!” the cane sliced into the soft meat of her bottom. In this position the tautness of her muscles offset any protection her puppy fat offered. It would have been absolutely excruciating.

Ingrid gasped in pain.

“Thwaack!” the rattan again made contact, sending icy shards of agony surging through her youthful body.

It was at this point I noticed Elsa covering her eyes. The sight of her friend, and sometime lover, being caned was too much to bear. I put the cane down, grabbed her by the shoulders and positioned her on a wooden chair facing the table where I was caning Ingrid. I then went to my back and took out the ropes I had bought. I used them to secure her legs first, then her arms and upper body. I then used the final rope to hold her head securely in place. There was simply no way she could not watch Ingrid’s ordeal.

I returned to my task, a little irritated at this unscheduled interruption. I took that irritation out on the poor girl in front of me thrashing her bottom hard with the cane.

Ingrid shrieked and let out howls of pain and protest. At one stage she sat up a little to look at me imploringly.

“How dare you look at me without permission girl!” I roared. This act of rebellion earned her a couple of extra strokes across her thighs.
She squealed like a pig at this new assault.

Another blow glanced the lips of her cunt.

“Aaargh, my God, aargh, please!”

All the while Elsa had been trying to close her eyes. The sound of each blow landing caused them to open by reflex and she was confronted with the vision of her friend’s agony.

With penalty strokes I counted about 14 strikes of the cane. Ingrid’s behind was covered in tramlines. The place where the cane had glanced her pussy was a kind of silvery white colour. She was letting out deep heaving sobs. Her entire body shuddered. I was really pleased with myself. I had certainly got my message across.

Now it was the arrogant Elsa’s turn.

“I think it is only fair to say that Ingrid was more sinned against than sinning so it would be remiss of me not to punish the main offender.” I said this as I untied her.

I went back to my duffle bag and took out an enormous black dildo.

“Elsa, I want you to squat on top of this”

“No, no way it is too big. There is no way that it will fit….”

“You should no by now that if you disobey me, there will be serious consequences.”

I took a long singletail whip out and began whipping her back and legs with it mercilessly.

‘Oww, youwww!. Alright, alright, I’ll do it”

I placed the dildo in the centre of the floor. I took out my mobile phone and videoed her lowering herself onto it. I made sure to capture all of her facial expressions from annoyance to shock to outright pain.

Both the unfamiliar sensation of squatting and the sheer size of the dildo in her tight tunnel must have been unbearably painful.

“Fuck it, fuck the dildo” I ordered.

Elsa did her best squatting up and down on the dildo but eventually she lost balance and tumbled over.

I responded her by whipping her again with the singletail. The whip lashed into her buttocks, the sides of her her hips and her back glancing on the curves of her breasts. She attempted to put out her hands to protect herself, so I lashed those as well. By the end of it she looked a real sight curled up in the foetal position on the floor the dildo still protruding from between her legs.

I was horny as hell but I realised that Elsa was in no state at the moment to relieve her which meant that Ingrid was to be the lucky recipient of my attentions. A little re-arrangement was necessary for what I had planned though and I had no intention of letting Elsa miss out on all of the fun.

“Elsa, lie on your back on the couch”

She clambered over to the couch and laid down.

“Open your legs and take that thing out.”

There was slurping sound as she pulled the dildo out of her cunt.

“Put it in your mouth. I want you to appreciate what your cunt tastes like.”

Reluctantly Elsa put the dildo into her mouth, gagging as she did so.

“Ingrid come here, I want you to bend over the side of the sofa.

As she obeyed her instructions I admired the site. Her sore bottom and pussy were pushed out invitingly. Her big tits were squashed up against the arm of the chair. And, as I intended her face hovered between her friend’s thighs, just above her pussy.

“Ingrid I am going to teach you a very valuable lesson today. Over the course of the next few minutes or so you will learn once and for all the superiority of the cock over the cunt. Now start eating her out”

Ingrid’s head disappeared between Elsa’s thighs. The scene was slightly ridiculous almost as if Elsa had long blonde pubic hairs. Whatever illicit pleasure they may have obtained under other circumstances neither girl was enjoying this activity one little bit. Things were going exactly as I had planned.

While Ingrid was busying herself with her friend’s pussy, I came up behind her, mounted her and thrust my prick deep inside her. She bolted in shock at the sudden intrusion. I grabbed her by the shoulders and rammed into her a couple more times, then rested my weight on top of hers and reached around to grope her big tits. I rode the girl coldly and mechanically, using her in a way no woman wants to be used. Every now and again just to drive home my contempt for her, I slapped the side of her tits. Strangely enough this seemed to have a very unexpected effect on her. Her body stiffened and then relaxed, stiffened again. Even though her mouth was muffled by her friend’s twat I could hear the unmistakable sounds of female climax. The bitch was cumming. I felt the spasms on my cock as she orgasmed. This encouraged me to shoot my load into her.

I withdrew and walked around the couch to Elsa’s side. I pulled the dildo out of her mouth and forced her to clean my softening prick.

I finished off by hosing the two down outside in the yard before letting them return to the cottage clutching their clothes. They scurried across the courtyard like little mice clearly worried about some by-passer or other seeing them in the nudity. I was done for the evening. It had been a busy day. I just hoped that they had learned their lesson. I wondered how they would manage to sleep now deprived of this source of comfort. I, by contrast, slept like a baby.