The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James : A Summer Vacation

Chapter  One  :  An  evening  meal 

          It was a black Porsche Carrera with personalized plates and it was sitting in Mrs Henderson’s drive. The area in front of the Victorian detached house was large enough to accommodate several vehicles so Lisa James easily drove her car into the space at the side of it. She whistled softly, it was immaculate and a car like that certainly wasn’t cheap. Whoever owned it was inside and she was more than a little intrigued to find out who it was. Her landlady’s friends were numerous, she had a very active social life but as far as Lisa could remember she’d never mentioned anyone that owned a sports car. The drive home from work had been uneventful, the roads fairly quiet for a Tuesday evening so she’d made the journey in thirty minutes.

         Living with Mrs Henderson had proved to be a revelation for Lisa. She would never have believed that six months ago she’d have allowed a middle-aged woman to totally control her life. It was an arrangement that both of them enjoyed for very different reasons. Lisa had always known she harbored masochistic tendencies but meeting Jean Henderson had released them with an almost frightening intensity. The relationship had allowed her landlady’s sadistic impulses free reign. She’d devised a regime whereby Lisa was allowed a normal life during the working week but at weekends was expected to adhere to a set of very strict rules. Her clothing, behavior and what she did with her time were decided upon by the older woman. Any slight infringement was punished severely with the strap and as much humiliation as the woman could think of. Lisa had met several of Mrs Henderson’s friends in the most unimaginably embarrassing situations. Some of the things that had happened to her made her blood run cold but the memories always made her pussy flood with excitement. Her thoughts suddenly turned to the coming Saturday morning and her heart accelerated. She’d been told the previous evening that Mr Blake, their 60 year old next door neighbour, would be expecting her bright and early. Mrs Henderson had been allowing him to shave Lisa’s vagina and bumhole since the first week that she’d arrived. The shame of having him do the shaving was bad enough. He always made her undress completely first and his hands and fingers went everywhere but worse was the fact that he always found some excuse to punish her as well. Just thinking about it made her shiver but at the same time her pussy started to pulse.

          Voices came from the lounge as she hung her coat in the hallway. A very expensive looking leather jacket was hanging from one of the adjacent pegs. As she entered the room Mrs Henderson looked up and smiled,

          “Hello Lisa, had a good day? I’d like you to meet Simon Barrow, a family friend.” She turned to the man sitting on the sofa, “Simon this is Lisa James, my lodger.” He stood up and shook Lisa’s hand warmly.

          “Pleased to meet you Lisa, have you lived with Jean long?” His question didn’t register for a moment. Lisa was looking in awe at the man standing before her. His rugged good looks caused her heart to skip a beat as his steely blue eyes stared directly at her. He was fairly tall, slim and casually dressed and to Lisa oozed wealth and sex appeal. She swallowed nervously before she spoke,

          “Er…pleased to meet you Simon, several months now, that’s a beautiful car you have out there.” The words came out in a rush.

          “I’ve only had it a few weeks, do you like sports cars? I could take you for a spin sometime if you’d like.” Lisa glanced at Mrs Henderson who smiled broadly.

          “Well dinner will be ready soon. Simon is staying Lisa so if you’d like to freshen up before we eat you’ve got time.”

          “Yes I think I will,” she said turning to their guest, “if you’ll excuse me?” He nodded and smiled showing his perfect white teeth.

          “But of course,” he said. Lisa followed her landlady into the kitchen.

          “My god he’s gorgeous! How long have you known him?” she asked breathlessly.

          “About ten years now. I used to do supply teaching for him before I moved here. He runs a Boy’s school, private of course, with his business partner. They’ve done very well over the years,” said the older woman, “in fact I hear there’s a waiting list for places. I’m sure you’ll find him quite charming, everyone does.”

          Lisa’s eyes were sparkling with excitement by the time she descended the stairs for the evening meal. Her shower had washed away the grime of the working day and she’d carefully applied her makeup before choosing what to wear. She’d had to get the balance right, not too severe and certainly not cheap. The white silk shirt was semi-transparent and her skirt perfectly cut. Black stockings and high heeled shoes showed her legs off to their best advantage. Some simple jewelry and a dash of expensive perfume added the finishing touches. She wanted to portray sophistication and elegance and she thought she’d got it just about right.

          Mrs Henderson had excelled herself where the food was concerned and the three of them laughed and joked together throughout the evening.  The wine Simon had brought was excellent and as her landlady had said he was quite charming. Lisa found herself flirting with him outrageously during the meal. She couldn’t help herself, the guy was incredibly good looking, attentive and amusing. His conversation kept her spellbound and every time he looked at her butterflies tickled her stomach.

          It was just after 9:30pm when Mrs Henderson began pouring the coffee. As they sipped it she suddenly turned to Lisa,

          “Well young lady its way past your bedtime. I think you’d better put your pyjamas on, I’ve laid them out on your bed for you,” she paused and smiled at Lisa’s shocked expression, “then you can come down and wish Simon goodnight if you’re quick!” Lisa’s face burned furiously quickly turning bright scarlet before her landlady had finished speaking. The pleasant slightly numbing effect of the wine deserted her immediately as she stumbled unsteadily to her feet.  She felt sick as they both watched her with amused expressions as she muttered a quiet “excuse me” before literally fleeing from the room. Their laughter followed her up the stairs and all the way to her bedroom door.

          She was absolutely mortified. How could Mrs Henderson have been so cruel, surely she realised how much she fancied the guy. Already feeling absolutely wretched she began sobbing quietly when she saw what her landlady had laid out on the bed. Oh God Please no! The pyjamas were covered in little blue rabbits and were obviously much too small for her. Pyjamas suited to a little girl not a 27 year old office manager! She’d never get into them but she had no choice. She knew from bitter experience that if she didn’t do exactly as she was told things could quickly become much worse and very painful. Slowly she undressed and squeezed herself into the childish outfit before heading for the stairs.

          Mrs Henderson and Simon were still laughing together about the girl’s shocked reaction when they heard a quiet tapping on the lounge door.

          “Come in young lady, hurry up now!” Lisa walked slowly into the room staring resolutely at the carpet unable to look Simon Barrow in the face. The pair of them burst into laughter once again. Lisa looked quite ridiculous. The pajama jacket was very short showing a good three inches of bare midriff. It gaped open revealing the generous curves of her breasts, the button’s threatening to burst apart. Pushing stiffly against the cotton material her nipples were blushingly outlined for them to see. The trousers were skin tight. Lisa’s pussy bulged obscenely between her legs, the central crease and fleshy lips clearly revealed.

          “As you can see Simon she loves to show herself off to my guests. It’s a very bad habit which I have been trying to discipline out of her but it doesn’t seem to be working. You’re a disgusting and very bad little girl aren’t you Lisa?” They both smiled as she stuttered out very quietly,

          “Y….Y…Yes Miss.”

          “And what do disgusting little girl’s deserve?”

          “A spanked bottom Miss.” It was almost whispered. She stared even harder at the carpet, her face burning with shame.

          “Simon and I have been talking and we’ve decided that you’re going to stay with him at his school for a week during the Summer holidays. You need a vacation and he needs some help with a party of exchange students.” She paused, letting the news sink in before continuing,

          “Of course I’ve given Simon permission to punish you whenever he sees fit. You’ll have to be on your best behavior!” Lisa looked up, bewilderment covering her very red face.

          “B….B…But Miss,” she stammered, “what about work and…..”

          “Don’t be stupid girl, you’ll take annual leave. You need a break and this will be ideal for you. Now I think it’s only fair that I show Simon how far we’ve got with your obedience training and I’m sure he’ll be very interested to see how much you enjoy the strap. Before you go and fetch it you’d better get those pajamas off!” Lisa stared in disbelief at her landlady. Surely she didn’t mean to make her strip in front of him. She’d die of shame. Only a short time ago she’d been toying with the idea of asking him out on a date and now she was being expected to show him everything. Waves of embarrassment coursed through her. She looked pleadingly at the older woman but Mrs Henderson simply stared back with an amused smile.

          “Come on girl I haven’t got all night. Do as you’re told.” His voice was now hard edged, all the warmth he’d shown her earlier had vanished. She blushed furiously when he stared directly at her with ice cold eyes.

          “Get those things off and be quick about it!” He turned to his hostess and smirked.

          “Not particularly obedient is she?” Mrs Henderson suddenly shouted making Lisa jump,

          “If you don’t get those things off right now I’ll get Mr Blake round here to help with you!” The threat of their neighbor being invited to see her humiliation had her eyes brimming with tears. Slowly her hands went to the waist of the pajama trousers and began to push them down.

          “Take the jacket off first you stupid girl,” snapped the older woman, “Simon wants a proper look at those tits of yours that you’re so proud of. After all you’ve been pushing them in his face all night!” He laughed as Lisa’s face went an even darker shade of red. With shaking hands she fumbled with the buttons. They needed little urging, popping open as she touched them. Swallowing hard she opened the jacket and slid it from her shoulders. Consumed with shame she once again looked at the floor as Simon Barrow and his hostess stared at the wobbling breasts and their pointy nipples.

          “Pick it up girl!” snapped Mrs Henderson. As she bent to retrieve it her stiff nipples pointed in several directions as the full breasts jiggled delightfully.

          “Trousers next young lady.” Wishing the floor would open and swallow her up she reluctantly inserted her fingers into the elasticated waistband. Slowly she pushed them down. The hairless slit of her shaven mound was gradually revealed as the offending garment slid down and formed a pool around her ankles. Wallowing in a sea of absolute humiliation she bent down and picked them up. He laughed as he looked at her smooth vagina,

          “I see you keep her in her natural state, Jean. Nice to see and so much easier when checking on personal hygiene. No doubt you have to punish her for touching herself.”

          “Oh yes, she’s certainly a dirty little girl, likes to show people her pussy and play with it in front of them. She always seems to have her fingers inside herself. Quite disgusting aren’t you?” said her landlady teasingly. Lisa said nothing just continued to stare at the carpet her face scarlet.

          “Come over here and show yourself to Simon properly, come on!” Lisa moved and stood in front of him with her hands resting unconsciously in front of her pussy. He calmly slapped them away,

          “Hands on your head you little tart!” he said curtly. Lisa did as she was told as the man slowly looked up and down her naked front. She jumped as his hands suddenly slid up from her waist to cup her exposed breasts.

          “Still now Lisa,” warned Mrs Henderson quietly. His hands moulded and squeezed the unprotected globes for several minutes before he spoke again.

          “Lean forwards girl.” She bent forwards her boobs swinging towards his face. Sitting back he began pulling and pinching her already rock hard nipples. Tears sprang to her eyes and she began to squeal pitifully as he did it harder and harder. Twisting in his grasp did little to alleviate the pain.

          “She seems quite sensitive, do you ever whip her breasts?”

          “She’s only experienced it a couple of times but I’m sure she’d be responsive to anything you’d like to try.” He gave the rigid nipples a final tug before telling her to stand up straight once again.

          “Turn around, bend right over and spread your legs.” As Lisa did as she was told he leant forwards and began a lengthy examination of the valley between her parted buttocks. She jumped as his fingers ran down the crack of her bum coming to rest at the crinkled entrance of her anus.

          “And what do you call this young lady,” he asked, pushing the tip of his finger against the tight entrance. Lisa squeaked in protest at the pressure being applied to her most private place, wriggling her hips involuntarily, her boobs swinging back and forth as he teased her.

          “Answer the gentleman properly Lisa!” said Mrs Henderson sharply.

          “It….It’s…my bumhole Sir!” She blurted out, her face burning horribly because of what he was doing. Suddenly she groaned and stumbled slightly forwards as the finger sank deeply into her sensitive passageway. She sobbed and gasped as he worked his finger in and out, turning it first one way and then the other, then he told her to stand up and face him. Her hands were covering her face when she did, the shame was all consuming.

          “Hands at your sides and stop making such a fuss!” He leant forwards and ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, pushing her legs apart. She gasped as he cupped her shaven mound and squeezed it hard. Then his fingers ran back and forth along the central, and much to her chagrin, now slippery crack. It took little effort on his part to coax the sticky lips open. Lisa squealed as he suddenly pushed several fingers deep inside the wet tunnel. It stretched to accommodate the intruding digits. She squealed again when he pinched the swollen stub of her clitoris which was poking excitedly from beneath its’ hood.

          “Go and fetch the strap Lisa,” said Mrs Henderson firmly. Lisa stared wild eyed at her landlady. Please no, not the strap, not in front of him!

          The strap was in the drawer of the sideboard where it was always kept. As she returned to the lounge her landlady was pouring Simon Barrow a glass of port.

          “Can she take it hard or do I need to be careful?” It was a question Lisa sincerely hoped Mrs Henderson would respond to in her favour but of course the woman did the exact opposite.

          “Oh…..don’t be concerned. If the little slut can’t cope we’ll tie her down. She responds to a firmer application anyway. You can use it as hard as you like.” Standing in front of them she was acutely aware of her nakedness. Squeezing her legs together did little to hide the pink lips pushing out from her slit. She held the horrible shiny soft strap out with both hands. Simon smiled as he took it from her.

          “Right young lady you’d better get over the arm of the settee and make sure you present that fat arse of yours properly or you’ll be sorry.” He was rolling his shirt sleeves up his arms as she reluctantly bent over the end of the sofa. She kept her legs pressed tightly together but pushed her bum cheeks up and out. She’d been taught to adopt the position almost from the first time she’d been punished. Mrs Henderson sipped her port as her friend moved behind the trembling young woman. Lisa peered over her shoulder at Simon and the supple strap he held in his hand. She looked pleadingly at her landlady. A smile creased the older woman’s face as embarrassment flooded her lodgers’ panic stricken features. The strap suddenly wrapped itself around one of the unprotected buttocks. Lisa gasped as the first searching stroke set her flesh on fire.

          “Thwack! Thwack!” He applied the strap slowly to the rapidly reddening cheeks.

          “Thwack!” The force of the impact drove the breath from her body. She was gasping and squirming after only the first few stinging blows.

          “Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” He was methodical, working his way across the fullness of her bottom, covering every sensitive inch with the stinging leather. Soon she was unable to retain her composure and began begging him to stop. Her thighs scissored apart revealing the wet hole between her legs and her toes drummed on the carpet. Tears began to pour down her cheeks as in her panic she offered to do anything for him.

          “You little slut,” said Mrs Henderson quietly, shaking her head.

          The new position was very different and much more humiliating. With brimming eyes she stared up at them from between her widely spread thighs. Her pussy and bumhole were fully and shamefully revealed, the moisture pooling between her pussy lips easily visible. Straps secured her wrists to her ankles and these were tied with soft rope over the back of the armchair to its’ rear legs. She was totally helpless as Simon Barrow bent and inserted all the fingers of one hand into her wet vulva. She groaned as he pushed hard, stretching her open on his hand. Two fingers slid beneath and into her bumhole and then he was pumping both of her openings at once. Lisa hot bum cheeks writhed on the seat of the chair and she panted and groaned as he forced her to cry out again and again. He picked up the strap looking at the wet open lips of her pussy before sitting down on a dining chair that had been thoughtfully provided by Mrs Henderson. To Lisa’s horror she realized he was looking directly at the hard knob of her clitoris which was poking out excitedly from beneath its’ delicate hood.

          Again he applied the strap slowly and thoughtfully ensuring that the quivering soft flesh of the widely splayed legs felt the benefit of every stroke. First he worked his way along one sensitive inner thigh from knee to hip and then did the same to the other. From the first impact Lisa was squealing and crying. The straps and rope held her fully open so there was nothing she could do to escape the stinging and burning that seared the insides of her legs. Through her tears she could see him smiling each time she screamed and each time she begged him to stop. Both of her thighs were soon covered by a glowing red sheen. He paused and inserted his fingers again. Despite the awful burning she responded immediately gasping and jerking in excitement as he teased the stub of her clitoris.

          “She’s certainly a little slut Jean, you were right about that. Seems to like the strap in her more sensitive areas.” Lisa began groaning more urgently.

          “Yes I know, she’s totally shameless. She’ll come all over your fingers if you’re not careful.” He gave the tiny sensitive stalk a final hard squeeze then wiped his wet fingers on a handkerchief. Humiliation washed over her as Mrs Henderson caught her eye and smirked and then laughed. Lisa sobbed quietly as pain and pleasure competed for her attention.

          Her eyes opened wide in shock and she screamed as the strap suddenly struck the puffy lips of her pussy. Shaking violently she shook her head from side to side as the sting permeated the very core of her belly.

          “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!……Ooooooooohhhhhhh!….God!…..Not there! Pleeeeeeeeease!” Before she could catch her breath he struck again catching the excruciatingly sensitive button of her clitoris. Her scream reverberated around the room. Luckily the house was detached and double glazed so there was little danger of a passerby hearing the blood curdling screams that continued for the next ten minutes or so. Lisa was coated in perspiration by the time he laid the strap on the arm of the chair. Her uncontrollable sobbing filled the room as Simon Barrow and Jean Henderson calmly surveyed the scarlet area between the writhing woman’s spread legs. All of her most sensitive parts were painted bright red, he’d been particularly thorough, careful to ensure that the strap had curled around every soft curve and inner surface. The whole of the vulval crease was swollen and very sore looking.

          “Thank Mr Barrow nicely Lisa,” said the older woman wickedly. Lisa gulped in air and tried to form some recognizable words. She did her best to thank him but it came out a garbled mess.

          “Well she seems quite responsive to a strapping Jean, would you mind if I indulged myself for a few minutes?”

          “Not at all, it’ll do her good but can I ask that you don’t let her come. I’ll go and load up the dishwasher and put some more coffee on whilst you amuse yourself.” Opening a drawer she smiled and handed her old friend a tube of K Y Jelly. With that she disappeared into the kitchen pulling the door shut as she left. Lisa was still sobbing when he turned towards her.

          Releasing his stiffness from the confines of the boxer shorts allowed him to breathe easily for the first time in the last hour. His erection had become steadily more painful as he’d strapped the girl’s shaven vulva. Her screams and pleas for mercy had hardened him still further so it was with some relief that he now stroked the shaft of his fully engorged penis. Lisa eyed the bobbing cock with apprehension. He knelt in front of her and filled his hand with some of the clear slippery contents from the tube. She jerked and squealed as the cold substance came into contact with her sore pussy and stomach.

          “Please don’t hurt me anymore Sir!” she said, her face wet with tears and her hair matted to her forehead with sweat, “I’ll be good!” She was ashamed to be saying it but the fear of being beaten again was too great to ignore. Feelings of embarrassment and humiliation still filled her as he once again began fingering the folds of her vagina.

          “You and I are going to get to know each other very well young lady. All I’ll say at this point is that if you don’t please me and do exactly as you’re told then I’ll make sure you’re hurt a great deal more in the future.” He paused as his hand smoothed the soothing jelly along the insides of her hot thighs.

          “I’ll be demanding complete obedience from you at the school when you come to visit. If you disobey me in any way you’ll be sorry. Do you understand?” Her eyes reflected panic but she nodded her head vigorously. She knew the visit to his school would be frightening but wildly exciting at the same time. His expression as he’d strapped her had been one of pure pleasure. She knew he’d enjoyed causing her pain. The knowledge made her stomach cramp with fear but her pussy pulsed madly when she wondered what he’d do to her once she was alone with him at the school. His hands continued to rub the slippery gel into the swollen lips of her pussy. As his fingers once again grazed the hard button of her clitoris she groaned loudly and rolled her hips from side to side as much as the straps and rope would allow. Her embarrassment and excitement increased equally as his fingers slid into her bumhole, then her pussy, pulling the edges of each hole wide. Arousal was sending her upwards towards orgasm, if he’d just pinch and rub her clit for a few moments she’d be there!

          With his knees resting on the edge of the chair he placed the purple head of his cock against the bright red and very swollen lips of her pussy. With one thrust he buried himself to the balls in the tight tunnel. Lisa screamed as he stretched the walls of her hole to their limits. Then he pulled himself out. She was gasping in pain her pussy throbbing with shock and discomfort. He smiled at her reaction, enjoying her suffering as he moved the head of his now shiny shaft to the tight rosette of her bumhole.

          “Pleasepleaseplease don’t Sir!” she cried in panic, “Not there! It’ll hurt me so mu…….” Before she could finish the sentence he rammed himself into the flinching depths of her bottom. A high pitched keening filled the room as ignoring her completely he began pumping himself back and forth in the incredibly tight hole. His enjoyment was all that mattered as Lisa simply became an object for his gratification. Her wailing began to subside as he continued to force his cock in and out. His balls tightened as the orgasm approached, his pumping getting faster as he furiously drove himself into the quivering young woman. Then he came, shooting gouts of come into the pulsing tunnel as it continued to tightly grip his throbbing shaft.

          Mrs Henderson and her guest watched Lisa as they sat sipping coffee once more. Sticky fluid was seeping slowly from her ravaged backside and she was moaning and crying softly as the pair of them discussed the arrangements for her impending visit to . A few moments later she was untied and forced to her feet. Swaying unsteadily she stood in front of them.

          “Well young lady thank Mr Barrow nicely for disciplining you.” Lisa looked at their smiling faces. It was totally unfair and she hated herself for doing what they said but she meekly thanked him and remembered to address him as Sir. The older woman curtly told her to quickly go and shower and then wait at the top of the stairs,

          “And keep your fingers away from your pussy! I’ll be up to deal with you in a few minutes!”

          Upstairs she could still hear them talking and as she came out of the shower a short time later she heard the roar of the car’s engine as Simon Barrow pulled out of the drive. Standing naked at the top of the stairs she watched anxiously as her landlady climbed towards her. Worryingly for Lisa the woman looked angry.

          “Well young lady yet again you’ve acted quite disgustingly in front of one of my guests. What have you got to say for yourself?” Before Lisa could reply she was roughly seized by an ear and marched quickly into the front bedroom.

          “Stand there!” The older woman went to the dressing table and returned with two brushes. Lisa eyed them both with fear and trepidation. The wooden backed hair brush she’d seen and felt before but the “curling” brush was something new. She guessed it wasn’t going to be used on her hair! An inch and a half in diameter it’s entire surface was covered with short stiff nylon bristles. Goose pimples spread across her skin as she looked at it.

          “Put a pillow on the edge of the bed Lisa.” She did as she was told, now once again acutely aware of her nakedness and the way her boobs wobbled embarrassingly as she moved.

          “On your back legs apart.” As she complied her landlady laughed and held up the curling brush, “I want this all the way inside you, just the handle sticking out and then you can stand up!” An expression of pure disbelief flashed across Lisa’s face and she began to sob,

          “Oh no Miss please, I’m so sore, don’t make me. I’ll be good in future I really will, please let me off, I’ll do exactly as…….”

          “I’m sure Mr Blake is still up. If you’d like I can have him come and hold you while I put it inside you! Well?” It was a very short silence. Lisa knew her landlady was serious. The thought of someone else pushing the thing into her was too awful to contemplate and in front of Mr Blake as well. She shivered at the image that sprang into her mind.

          “In fact I might suggest he use it anyway, as an added incentive when he shaves you. That’s a good idea isn’t it?” She laughed loudly as the red faced shaking girl reluctantly took the proffered brush and gingerly placed it against the soft flesh of her pussy. Holding it in one hand she carefully parted the swollen and still red lips and began gently pushing the thing into her moist pink hole. She started squealing and jerking as the bristles made their tortuous way along the sensitive inner walls of her pussy. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and in between her quivering breasts as she gradually forced the brush inside herself. Mrs Henderson watched with interest as the girl kept stopping for breath. With her eyes screwed tightly shut she presented a picture of absolute anguish.

          Groaning through clenched teeth and shaking uncontrollably she finally managed to get the thing all the way in. The sensation was truly horrible. She opened her eyes as her tormentor, who was now sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, began to speak.

          “Get up and let’s have you across my knee. Hurry up, it’s way past your bedtime!” Getting up off the bed was a nightmare in itself. She gritted her teeth as each slight movement caused a wave of prickling inside her pussy. Once on her feet she wasn’t able to fully straighten up. With hunched shoulders she moved very slowly towards her landlady. Trying to keep her stomach and bottom still as she moved was almost impossible. The bristles felt like needles inside her pussy. Shaking her head at her lodgers’ very slow progress Jean Henderson grabbed the girl by the wrist and pulled her over her knee. Lisa gave a wail of protest as the spiky bristles pressed insistently into her most intimate and sensitive flesh.

          The back of the hairbrush splatted loudly onto the jutting cheeks. The young woman screamed shrilly as the sting from the brush made her clench her buttocks tightly together in protest. Squeezing her bum cheeks induced an agonizing pricking deep within the tight confines of her already sore pussy. She tried her utmost to remain motionless and prevent her bottom from reacting to the stinging pain but it was impossible. Her screams and wails continued to bounce around the room as the two equally awful sensations fought for her attention. Tears were pouring down her face as she gnawed at the back of her knuckles as the blows continued to flatten each hot globe in turn. It seemed an eternity before her landlady was finally satisfied with the state of the fiery red bottom. Sobbing and blubbering Lisa was urged to her feet and roughly pushed onto her back on the bedspread, the handle of the brush jutting obscenely between her soft thighs.

          “Right you disgusting little slut get your fingers working on that fat pussy. I want to see you orgasm before we go to bed and hurry up it’s getting late!” Crying loudly she submitted totally to the older woman’s wishes and started manipulating the lips of her vagina. Any remaining shreds of resistance had been fully extinguished several hours earlier. Shame and humiliation suddenly welled up within her. The realisation that she’d do anything, anything at all, no matter how degrading or painful, that the older woman told her to was difficult to accept. But it was true. Her pussy was slick with juices as she traced a path with her fingertips around her throbbing clitoris. As the pleasure began to build the pricking within her pussy receded but then gradually returned. Then the orgasm hit and sharp stabbing pain filled the crack between her legs. Red flashes exploded before her eyes as the excruciating sensations overwhelmed her. The walls of her vagina contracted rhythmically forcing the stiff bristles of the brush into the surrounding delicate flesh. It’s handle vibrated and she squealed and screamed as pain and intense pleasure flowed from the abused hole between her legs.

          “Hands underneath your bottom and keep them there!” said her landlady sharply. Lisa complied and in doing so raised her vaginal opening towards the older woman’s smiling face. The wooden handle jutted slightly upwards from the pink slit, the lips stretched into a ring around the stiff bristles. Mrs Henderson rested one hand on the young woman’s firm stomach and took a tight grip on the brush’s handle with the other. Slowly she pulled the brush from the tormented flesh smiling happily as her lodger screamed and moaned quite delightfully.

          “Get to bed now you dirty girl. Put some cream on your pussy and I’ll inspect it in the morning. We can talk about your visit to Mr Barrow over breakfast. I’m sure you’re going to have a lovely time!”