Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 6
Sissy realized she was not out of the woods by any means. Her father had
not forgotten about giving her what for once he and his brood had their way with
her. It was now time for her to step up and take it like a Slickslit, which is
what she was. Her daddy looked her over, making sure he checked out those great
tits and that dripping Slickslit slot that was still drooling cum. "Honey, this
is gonna hurt you a whole hell of a lot worse than it's gonna hurt me, and
that's the way things should be between a father and his disobedient daughter.
Now as usual, I'm gonna let you pick the punishment; naturally I reserve the
right to change it if it suits my purposes. What will it be, the paddle or the
strap?"
Decisions, decisions, what was a girl to do? On the one hand the strap
meant taking a fair amount of punishment to her tits and worse yet, her pussy,
which by now was getting a mite bit on the tender side. However the paddle was
like using a cannon instead of a cap pistol when it came to dealing out major
doses of pain per swat. She had been on the receiving end of both more than once
and she always regretted choosing the one she picked. When it came to leaving
mementos of the occasion, the heavier paddle left the more lasting impression.
However it was a lot easier to conceal the marks left on her pussy and tweeners.
Poor Sissy, she was hoisted on the horns of a dilemma and did not know which way
to turn.
When Lyle piped up and suggested a bit of both, the men folk all grinned
and nodded. Sissy on the other hand was mortified. She knew that once those men
got into the swing of things, so to speak, she would be in for a rough time to
put it mildly. Then she compounded the trouble she was in by blurting out the
fact that tomorrow she was going to have the rest of her interview that was the
reason for her lateness this evening. This did not go over well at all.
Before she knew what was happening, she was hanging by her wrists from a
hook in the ceiling, and the boys were busy spreading her legs apart until she
felt like a turkey wishbone on the verge of making someone very happy. This was
not unexplored territory for Sissy; she'd seen her aunt Bessie spread like this
almost every week or so while the men tried to see how much skin they could whip
off her big butt and those great doubleDs that never seemed to droop despite
their best efforts to pound those puppies into pulp after they got done turning
them into a pretty good imitation of one of those barber poles with their belts.
For the longest time, when she was younger, Sissy wondered why they spent all
that time whipping her pussy until it got so swollen that it could hold a pencil
by its tip. That was before Lincoln let the cat, or was it the pussy, out of the
bag by remarking that aunt Bessie sure felt like a new bride after they whipped
those cunt lips of hers until they practically shut.
She took a big gulp when she saw daddy Luke approaching with the paddle
in his hands. This monster must have weighed at least five pounds and was made
of solid oak with holes drilled in the center to make it easier to move it
through the air. She had only a few close encounters with this weapon of ass
destruction, but they were memorable ones. The first time she couldn't sit down
without wincing for the better part of a week and her ass cheeks stayed purple
for even longer. The second time her poor butt swelled up so much that the skin
actually burst open on the sixth or seventh stroke, she had a hard time
recollecting which since the pain was so great that she couldn't distinguish
between one swat or the one following it.
Her daddy pronounced her sentence, one swat each from each man in the
room, including grandpa Lucas, who despite his problems with getting off still
retained considerable strength. Then each man would have the opportunity to
decorate her tits with one dozen of the best, using their belts, but not the
buckle portion. Then there would be a round robin event featuring their belts
making an impression on her tight little twat. This time each man would be
allowed to use the buckle end for three of his twelve cuts. By then Sissy was
shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, wondering if she would be able to survive
this kind of nasty assault on her pristine body. When daddy Luke added that to
end her punishment they would give her another round of swats with the paddle,
she nearly wet the floor beneath her. As it was, a few quick squirts from her
bladder sent a trickle of yellow down her trembling thighs and legs.
To make sure that her outcries would not disturb her momma's sleep or
force the neighbors to either call the police or come pounding on their door,
Sissy was securely gagged with a couple of handkerchiefs, that in one case had
been already used for its intended purpose. A piece of duct tape kept her mouth
properly filled with the gag. Grandpa Lucas led off and took Sissy's breath away
with a swat that landed square on her left cheek, sounding like a pistol shot.
Sissy's eyes popped from her head as the pain washed over her purpling butt
cheek and ran down her leg. Lyle stepped up next and gave her other cheek a few
taps, teasing her just before he lowered the boom. The paddle whistled through
the air and exploded on her right buttock, flattening the fleshy mound for a
brief moment and even as it recoiled the skin began to change color as all the
blood vessels beneath ground zero burst simultaneously. It was a monumental blow
struck well and true. Sissy thought she was going to faint dead away the pain
was so intense. Unlike the first blow, the pain from this one lasted much longer
and she shivered as if the temperature had just fallen to below freezing in the
room. Daddy called a halt to the proceedings in order for his daughter to regain
her composure.
A few minutes later Lincoln stepped up to the plate and waited for the
right pitch to drive. While he wiled away the time, he kept tapping Sissy's
throbbing left cheek making her quake with fear. She dreaded even thinking about
the amount of damage that her brother would do to that blistered bottom with one
of his powerful swats. She remembered the time he had hit her older sister so
hard that she actually sailed through the air when the blow struck.
Suddenly he delivered a ferocious blow to her other cheek. The sound it
made was like a tree limb cracking off. For a brief moment everything seemed to
have stopped abruptly; there was no pain, everyone was standing stock-still and
she could plainly hear the blood rushing through her body. Then the world
exploded into sheer chaos; she was buried in an avalanche of sound,sight and
smells. She heard this eerie, high pitched screaming and it hurt her ears it was
so loud. The room got very bright as if a thousand flash bulbs had just gone off
all at once. There was this stink of fresh piss rising to buffet her nostrils.
Then the pain hit her like a freight train and it was terrible to
behold. Worse still, she realized that the screaming was coming from her stuffed
mouth and she had also lost control of her bladder from the shock of that
terrible collision between the oak paddle and her yielding butt flesh. She still
hadn't fully experienced the wave of agony that was still building within her
body. Her nervous system was still trying to cope with the overload of sensory
information inundating it. Then the pain kicked in big time! She started to
shake and tears rolled down her cheeks as she vented all of her systems at
once. Another river of urine poured from her piss hole and her bowels evacuated
in sympathy. The stench was awful, and the men drew back in disgust and partly
fear of what they had caused. Sissy gave up the fight and fainted dead away.
When she came to, Sissy was still hanging from her wrists and her
throbbing ass felt like one big mass of pulped flesh. The men were argung with
each other about who was going to cleanup the mess Sissy had made. Daddy Luke
finally decreed that since Lincoln caused it, it was his to remedy. He mumbled
and grumbled but dared not defy the true head of the family. So Sissy got a
break and was able to shake some of the fear and pain off, but still realized
that there remained even more punishment for her naked body to absorb, including
another round of that hideous paddle.
As soon as things were mopped up and out of the way,daddy Luke got his
lick in. It hurt, but not the way the two from her brothers had hurt. There was
plenty of noise generated but miraculously the degree of pain was much less than
she had previously experienced. Daddy had pulled his punch, no doubt about
it,and she was happy that she had such a loving parent as he. This being said,
there was still a long way to go before Sissy would be allowed to trundle off to
bed and sleep the sleep of the badly bruised and battered.
The attitude of the men changed dramatically once they were faced with
new unexplored territory, to wit her very full, rounded tweeners, perched on her
chest like twin pouter pigeons ready to be plucked. Once more it was grandpa
Lucas who had the honors due to his seniority in the family. He laid into those
plump mounds with a gusto that belied his advanced age, slashing and thrashing
away at them without rhyme or reason, but doing plenty of superficial damage in
the process. He got a little carried away and managed to go over his limit by a
few.
Lincoln and Lyle had gotten their heads together before stepping up to
the task of whipping those puppies properly. Lincoln went first and he laid one
dozen of the best, down and dirty on her left tweener, making that boob bounce
and jiggle in rhythm to his careful strokes that covered her tit uniformly from
tip to base with a bright coat of red. Then Lyle took over and damned if he
didn't do the same to that other bouncing boob, leaving it an exact color match
to its mate. The brothers exchanged high fives and made way for daddy Luke. He
was old school, using a back and forth motion that covered the waterfront ,so to
speak, and left her knockers a fairly uniform shade of angry crimson, but never
put so much as a nick on those glorious globes.
They took another break and amused themselves by pinching her butt well
below the purple splotches that defined ground zero. Lyle went so far as to lean
over and plant a big wet smacker on the center of her blistered bottom; sort of
his way of saying no hard feelings. Lincoln would have none of that; he insisted
on pinching her cunt lips and even jamming a rude finger far up inside his
little sister. For that little move he got a whack across the head from his dad,
and a warning about putting his fingers where they didn't belong. He got the
message and made his apologies to Sissy who forgave him with a great big smile.
By the time they finished whipping her pussy to a lather, sending her
spendings far and wide with their cruel blows to her nether lips, Sissy was
definitely not smiling. When it came to whipping a pussy, the Slickslit men were
experts. Their technique had been developed over the years and all the little
tricks that made the poor woman or girl wish that she had not been born with
such a vulnerable piece of equipment were passed from generation to generation.
In a round robin affair such as the one involving Sissy, they divided the
whipping into sections, with each man responsible for doing a job on one
particular piece of that taco-like pink part that was set out for feasting.
Lucas got to split that clam into two parts as he whipped straight down
on that spread slit, leaving it swollen and tight to the touch, reserving the
last three blows for the second phase of her pussy pummeling. Her brothers got
to whip one side apiece using diagonal cuts that spread the pain and made that
taco even tighter. Finally daddy Luke used his first nine to neatly bisect the
previous marks that had been laid on that plump pink pussy. By now the poor girl
was hurting bad and things got even worse when they turned their belts around
and gave her what for with those buckles that made her feel as if her swollen
cunt flesh had been chewed up into little bite-sized shreds of raw meat. This
portion of her pussy whipping was called the free style, where they just whaled
away at whatever attracted their eye. Sissy was now as close to passing out as
she had been since she caught that third swat from her brother. It seemed like
that had been hours ago, but such was not the case.
Sissy began chewing on her lips as she prepared herself for the final
portion of tonight's punishment, another round with the oaken paddle. Then for
the first time tonight she caught a break. Daddy Luke announced that he was
suspending the rest of her punishment until further notice in the interests of
fair play and the need to keep her in good working order so she could resume
providing her servicing responsibilities on a daily basis. Little did he realize
that within less than a week his daughter would be winging her way to the land
of the rising sun as a full fledged member of the Megalomania Enterprises
customer interface team.
( To be continued)
