by Simon Grail
Two young women endure a secret festival of domination and spanking
Desperate to see their favourite band perform at ParkFest7 at Blatchford Manor, but unable to buy tickets, Natasha and Jolene try to sneak in. But they are caught by Lord Blatchford himself, who exacts a painful price for their trespass.
‘Well, Natasha and Jolene, this is your choice. I call the police and you’ll be fined and get a criminal record and you never see Quatrainium perform. Or, you pay my price and the police never find out about your crime and maybe you’ll get to watch your precious band on Monday night.’
Natasha and Jolene looked into each other’s confused eyes. What choice did they have? But what did he want from them?
‘W… what do we have to do?’ Natasha asked cautiously.
‘For a start, you can strip off.’
‘What!’ They both exclaimed together.
‘You heard me: take your clothes off!’ He jabbed the muzzle of the gun at them once again. ‘Or do I decide that you are dangerous intruders after all and shoot you in self-defence?’
Held naked and chained in an old bunker converted for sex games, the girls must satisfy the perverse desires of a series of hooded men using Blatchford’s collection of ingenious devices for the humiliation of female playthings.
The girls were snivelling and whimpering in discomfort and shame at their helpless exposure. Yet somehow this together with the closeness of their naked bodies was also making their nipples stand-up. Blatchford went to the windlass and cranked it, lifting them a little higher above the floor until their bottoms hung at waist height.
Blatchford took hold of the suspension bar, twisting them about so he could admire them from every angle. ‘Yes, you look very pretty like that,’ he declared at length. ‘I think this is going to work out very well.’
He took down a rubber-bladed spanking paddle from the array hung on the walls and stroked it across their dangling buttocks and gaping groins and pouting pussies. They whimpered and squirmed in fear.
‘You’d better get used to the feel of this,’ he advised them, ‘because you’re going to get quite a taste of ones like it over the next few days…’
He swung the paddle up into their soft buttocks. There was a crack of rubber on flesh that echoed about the room, while they screamed in pain. He swung it again and again from different angles, methodically beating his way about their buttocks and thighs and the mounds of their vulvas. As their posteriors turned a rosy red, they sobbed and wailed while tears streamed down their cheeks.
They must offer up their pretty bottoms for a spank-fest of punishment if they want to see their idols play. Is the love of one band worth such a sacrifice?
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Simon Grail is an artist and author of many strong BDSM content A1 books, including the best sellers "Sex Slave Holiday","Hell School for Teachers" and "The Young Women of St Evals" and "The Bagatelle Club". Past works include:"The Purgatory Club" trilogy, the "Bondmaid" Saga sextet, the "Lesbian MILF Blackmail Gang", "Sisterhood of Submission", the "Dragon School" and "Castle of Slaves" novels, and several short stories including the ongoing "Breaking in..." and "Nightmare in..." series.