Catherine\'s Punishment

                          Catherine’s Punishment: Part Eight             

                               A Continuing Story by Johhnyboy

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                                                          One

 

The DVD arrived in the post on Monday morning. Since the previous Thursday Victoria Preston had been anxiously rushing to check the post each day, certain she would find another large brown envelope awaiting her and desperate to discover just who had sent her those appalling photos and, just as importantly, how they had been taken and why they had been sent to her with not the slightest explanation.

So Victoria saw there was no brown envelope awaiting her on Monday morning, but her were immediately drawn to a smaller padded brown envelope, securely fastened with clear tape. Furiously Victoria tore at the wrapping to pull a DVD case out of the envelope.

If she had been shocked on Thursday, then on Monday Victoria was in a state of hysteria.

It was a very well made, almost professional cover insert, front and back.

Printed across the Front were the title words of the DVD.

                                              Slave Vicky

                                     Part One of Three

                                       A Film bought to you. By

                                         Master Productions  

                                     Written for and Starring

                                      Victoria Preston

 

All printed over a photo of Victoria smiling at a camera with what could only be male’ come’ Juices running from her lips.

The hysterical shouting Victoria turned the case over to see another photo of her self, this time wearing those awful leather wrist and ankles cuffs joined together by a thick chrome chain, together with the collar and lead.

 This time the otherwise naked Victoria was on all fours in profile, her lead being held by someone out of shot, worse though was that Victoria held a thick bamboo cane between her lips!

 

Victoria was hyperventilating, curses and swearing could no longer come from her mouth, and Victoria only just made it to the bathroom before she vomited until her insides were drained.

 

Later, still in shock but now at least calm enough to actually view the DVD, Victoria, large glass of Brandy in hand, kneeled before the huge TV dominating her lounge and with horrified tear filled eyes, for the next ten minute viewed herself seemingly whipped, spanked and toyed with by unknown hands whilst dressed in the leather restraints before eventually crawling across the her bedroom carpet to take between her lips a huge erect penis that then pushed its way  down her throat until completely buried, with Victoria’s chin hard against the mans balls………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. ……………………………………………………………………………….

 

                                                  Two

To  her surprise and delight it was a Large chauffeur driven BMW that collected Catherine Dixon on Tuesday evening, as, at 7.30 on the dot the respectful, peaked capped uniformed chauffer had rang the doorbell and, rather needlessly, had asked if. You are Mrs. Catherine Dixon, Madam?’ The delighted Catherine had agreed that she was indeed Mrs. Catherine Dixon and, collecting her purse and throwing her silk wrap around her bare shoulders Catherine allowed the courteous man to guide her to the luxury Car, open the door and see Catherine safely inside where she sank with bliss into the deep leather upholstery.

‘There drinks available in the cabinet between the seats Madam please help your self,

We shall arrive at our destination in about 25 minutes.’

 

So Catherine did indeed open the drinks cabinet. Delighted to find all makings of a good Gin and Tonic, including ice, she prepared herself a large one before sinking back into the luxurious leather to enjoy this unexpected pleasure.

 

Even by  Tuesday Catherine still felt both the guilt and the joy of her experience upon the knee on her son Dan, but, tonight Catherine determined she would put it at the back of her mind and enjoy the task of being Tony’s hostess for the evening,

Fortunately Dan was out for the evening and Catherine not expecting to hear from Sean until Wednesday so she knew she could prepare for this evening unhindered , despite yet another strange phone call earlier on from sister Victoria asking Catherine, just as she had on Monday, if anything strange were happening to her or her family.

Catherine was certainly never going to tell her sister that the had been spanked upon her naked bottom by her own son and had actually orgasmed whilst over his knee!

 

 

Having recalled Tony’s recommendation as to how she should dress for the evening, Catherine had chosen her very best little black dress, little being the correct description for the short, slightly flared black chiffon with a daringly low cut bodice, held up by spaghetti thin straps over Catherine’s shoulders and displaying just the right amount of her large Breasts, unencumbered, as Tony had advised, by a bra, even though Catherine realized the outline of her small nipple ring was clearly visible through the thin piece of Chiffon.

 Aside from the 4 inch stiletto heeled patent shoes, and purse, Catherine’s only other clothing were her new lace top seamed black stockings, suspended by a black lace garter belt and tiniest of black thongs.

With her long blonde hair piled upon her head to show off her shoulders and just the right amount of makeup, Catherine both felt and looked fantastic.

 

 

Eventually, and after a top up of Gin and Tonic the luxury car pulled into the gravel driveway of a medium sized country house before pulling to a halt outside the large double front doors, and there, looking very smart in a dark pin striped suit, stood Tony, smiling toward her.

‘It’s not my place Catherine’ he explained whilst helping her from the Car and through the front doors.

‘It actually belongs to another club member who is away on business; it was he who suggested the use of his chauffer for you.’

Catherine, overwhelmed by the kindness of the treatment she was getting thanked Tony, kissing his lips in her appreciation before Tony led her through the large hall and on into an oak paneled dining room where many large trays of food and drink waited upon the huge dining table.

‘This Catherine is the only downside for you tonight, having to serve drinks and snacks to the three old buffers through there in the drawing room, now and again.

But Catherine smiled as Tony continued...

‘Well there not so bad really Catherine, nice chaps really, and rather powerful and wealthy, and I’m certain they will be taken with you, you look more gorgeous than ever tonight, now, lets go show those old chaps what a real beauty looks like, just ask them if they would like a drink after you have been introduced and don’t forget to have one yourself  Catherine, and, oh yes, call each of them Sir after the introductions, they are used to it you see.’

 

Catherine, enchanted by Tony’s compliment and looking forward to meeting Tony’s friends, smiled broadly as Tony took her hand and led her through more double doors and into another oak paneled room where three distinguished looking middle aged smartly dress men stood chatting to one another.

‘Gentlemen’ said Tony from the doorway, may I present our hostess for the evening, 

The beautiful Catherine!’

As one, the three men ceased chatting and turned toward the doorway where Catherine now stood, beside Tony, all three of them smiling broadly to welcome their new ‘hostess’.

Introduction were mad, and although it was Christian names only, Catherine was delighted and flattered as Tony introduced her to each man in turn, to have her hand lifted to their lips where, in turn, they courteously kissed the back of her hand in welcome before proceeding to inform Catherine she were the most beautiful creature they had seen for many a year.

Soon Catherine was graciously carrying out her hostess duties, fetching the men drinks and nipples, whilst all the while they ensured felt more and more at ease and being included in their conversations as an equal, even getting Catherine to tell them about herself, her home life and family.

A little while later Tony’s cell phone was ringing, excusing the interruption Tony listened for a while, his expression growing concerned before saying in the phone.

‘Ok, if it’s like that, I’d best get down there right away.’

 

‘Look, I’m sorry about this’ began Tony after replacing the cell phone in his pocket

‘Seem someone has tried to break into the bookshop, as Joan is laid up, I’m the only key holder and I’m wanted down there ASAP; back as soon as I can though.

 

‘Don’t worry Tony’ replied one of the others ‘get down there and sort things out old boy, and don’t worry about our beautiful hostess her, we shall look after Catherine and treat her as our own whilst your gone.’

Catherine’s concern about Tony’s imminent departure vanished at hearing this tall, scholarly looking man’s reassuring words and assured Tony she was more than happy to be left in the company of such gallant gentlemen.

 

After the departure of Tony more snacks, drinks and conversation until Catherine heard the tinkling of a small hand bell.

‘Gentlemen and Lady of course’ began the tall man and bowing to Catherine, when conversation ceased.

‘Its Time for the ceremonial drawing of the lots!, Catherine my dear, every time our little group meets for these social evenings we have our Hostess perform for us the ceremonial drawing of shortened straws, whoever draws the shortest straw has the task of setting the evenings discussions and objectives, therefore Catherine, I would ask you, as our hostess, to cut three straws to varying lengths before handing around a covered dish to each one of us’

Catherine, delighted to be asked to carry out this task for these rather agreeable men, assured them she would indeed do this and retired to the dining room to prepare the straws and dish.

 

A few minutes later the deed had been done, the holder of the shortest straw turned out to be the tall scholarly gentleman who ,upon his victory, thanked the other two and Catherine for their, ‘confidence in him as ‘tonight’s leader.’

 

‘Catherine’ he began ‘I understand from Tony you are the proud wearer of a little gold nipple ring, is that true?

Catherine of course was taken aback by the forthright question she would never have expected such a man to ask of her. Embarrassed and confused, Catherine could only revert to type with her basic, naive honesty.

‘Err, I…… well, Yes Sir’

 

‘Good, that’s good Catherine, you see, your predecessor as hostess, a lady called Joan, actually has two of those darned handsome little things, it was she who told us so one evening when were here, and actually suggested she show it to us, as you can guess Catherine, such things are to us most unusual in the extreme

 

The other two murmured their agreement.  Catherine’s initial shock passed, more so after learning it was Joan had prompted their curiosity in the fist place.

 So Catherine, mindful of just how respectful these men had been to her, decided it would be churlish to now reject the seemingly innocent but mischievous request made of her.

‘Well, I don’t see why not, for the sake of art of course’ she giggled.

‘That really is very good of you Catherine, and you shall be well rewarded, now gentlemen, lets us begin, carry on Charles.’

 

 Catherine had been totally unaware the kindly attentive chauffeur from earlier was standing right behind her, more than that though, he was pulling back the arms of the still unmindful blonde beauty and, slipping a pair of cold steel handcuffs over her wrists and leaving Catherine no time whatsoever to complain by then slipping a wide soft padded leather ‘bar’ gag between her teeth, securing it’s leather straps behind her neck.

Astonished by this sudden violation, Catherine, who moments before had been giggling at the wicked thought of displaying her breasts to these three men could only make soft ‘ug’…….’ug…….’ug’….noises into the leather bar gag in a futile at voicing her displeasure, equally pointless were Catherine’s simultaneous efforts to escape from the chauffeurs vice like grip of the Chauffeur, Charles. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

                            

 

                                                  Three

At that very moment Sean sat opposite Catherine’s sister in her large lounge.

‘Nice place you have here Victoria, said Sean appreciatively gazing around the large lounge of Victoria Preston’s house whilst sipping slowly from the glass of beer he has requested Victoria fletch him...

 She herself glowered in undisguised loathing .at the admittedly handsome young man who had so confidently arrived on her doorstep earlier, a laptop bag in hand…………………………..

 

‘Hello, are you Victoria Preston’ Sean asked of Victoria after she cautiously opened the door to him.

‘MRS. Victoria Preston, young Man, yes!

 She had replied in her best domineering manner, wondering just what this good looking youth wanted, after dismissing the idea he may be a doorstep salesman.

 

‘May I come in Mrs. Preston, we have something to discuss and best not done on your doorstep’

That was when the first seeds of doubt fell over Victoria. But she wasn’t about to allow this youth of probably a third of her own age tell her what she should do.

‘I’m not in the habit of allowing strangers into to house, so what is it you can possibly have to discuss with me that cannot be said out here, young man?’

Sean, young as he was, knew the game; Victoria Preston was quivering with worry but didn’t want him to know that, he could see it in her eyes.

 

Well, its your choice of course Mrs. Preston, perhaps I’ll come back another time, after you’ve had time to think over the matter, or  perhaps you should be sent another reminder’

So now she knew, this young man was here to blackmail her over the photos and DVD.

 

Victoria’s natural reaction was to explode, tell Sean where to go, but, seeing people walking past the house, checked herself and instead, told Sean softly by heatedly.

‘You little shit, I don’t know how you managed to do this to me but you can stay right where you are whilst I call the police, they will soon find out how the hell you got me to do all those disgusting things!’

 

Victoria had expected at least some concern of the face of Sean before he ran off.

But, to her consternation neither if these things happened and the smiling cold eyed Sean simply replied.

‘Go right ahead Mrs. Preston, I shall wait here’

 

The now uncertain Victoria had though, long since discounted the idea of calling in the authorities.

Knowing she would have to pass over the photos and DVD would have been too much of a shame to bear, so the main weapon in her angry confrontation with Sean was left in tatters by his apparent indifference to Victoria’s threats, and all she could do at that moment was glare in fury and frustration at the smiling face of Sean Brady.

 

‘Well Mrs. Preston, or you going to use your phone, or would you prefer to use mine’ mocked Sean, holding out his cell phone toward Victoria.

‘You Bastard!’ okay then young Man, you’d better come in and tell me what exactly it is you want from me!’

‘Sure Victoria, but get me beer before we talk, a cold one.’

If looks could kill Sean would have been in the mortuary right then, but the suddenly powerless Victoria Preston could do nothing at that moment but turn on her heel and walk inside her house,  followed by  a contentedly smiling Sean.

 

‘Okay, how did you do it and how much do you want, young man?’ Victoria almost spat the question across the table to where Sean sat sipping his beer.

Sean though simply laughed a low dangerous laugh that left Victoria even more concerned than before.

‘Well Victoria, let say for a start that your money is safe at the moment’

‘MRS PRESTON to you young Man’

Okay ,  Mrs. Preston it is then, but its going to be hard not calling you Victoria, considering how close we have become, boy, you certainly made a great job of sucking my cock,!’

‘Oh my God, it was you!’ Sean looked on in delight as Victoria’s authority collapsed before his eyes.

 

‘Not just me Mrs. Preston, but more of that later, and I  must tell you that you gave me the most fantastic blow job, and you kept my sperm in your mouth until I told you to swallow it!’

‘STOP IT…………STOP IT………….STOP IT’ screamed the mortified ,desperate, Victoria, even covering her ears with both hands whilst Sean smiled across at her, knowing he could break her any time he wished. Instead of replying to Victoria’s almost demented screams of anger and frustration, Sean, taking the lap top from its case and assuming Victoria’s house was wireless equipped, pressed the required buttons before, much to Victoria’s puzzled apprehension, placing the computer on the coffee table between them.

‘Okay Victoria, take a look at the screen’

‘Oh my good God! What the hell is this’? Replied Victoria, fretfully viewing the screen before her and what could only be a web page with the words.

 

                                   Mature Beauties in Bondage

                         

                              

                     Featuring the Beautiful Victoria                                       

                            As You Have never seen her before     

                Bound Gagged and Giving Great Head!    

 

                         Insert your Password in the box to see it all!

 

Victoria wanted to run, to scream, to wake up from what surely must be her worst nightmare, instead though she sat there in stunned silence listening as Sean explained.

 

‘Its your very own website Jackie, and I intend to make plenty of money after first giving some of your family and friends a preview by sending them the password, lets say we start with your dear old mother and father, then perhaps your son and daughter, oh, lets not forget all your friends at the ladies circle and golf club!’

 

For a good minute Victoria sat in stunned disbelieving silence her mind almost unable to register what she had just heard from Sean. The she exploded.

‘You Bastard!, you, you, you fucking Bastard, do you really believe you can get away with this?, you think I’m some sill little frightened woman, your going to Jail sonny boy and for a long, long time’! Shouted Victoria at Sean, who him self simply sat there, his face an ocean of calm amidst the storm that was Victoria Preston.

Eventually Victoria managed to calm her self down sufficiently to ask Sean.

 

‘How………….just tell me………how…………how did you do it, how did you get me to …to assist you with this, this filth.’

 

“you’ll find out when I’m ready to tell you Victoria, right now though you have find one good reason why I should not provide those people with the password to your web site, oh and  send them all a free DVD of course’ 

 

‘How much, please, just tell me how much’ said Victoria softly

 

‘No Mrs. Preston, its not money I want, its you, your total and absolute submission to me, nothing less, now then Victoria, take you hands from your ears and look at me whilst I tell you exactly how you were made to do those things’

 

‘Tears appearing in her eyes, Victoria gradually lifted her eyes toward the now sterner face of Sean and took her hands away from her ears. There was, she knew, nothing she could do now but listen to him, for it had dawned on Victoria that her nightmare had really only just begun……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

 

                                                   Four

 

 David, the tall scholarly looking man, who directed the chauffeur to restrain Catherine, lifted Catherine’s chin with his forefinger to demand she look at him.

 

‘Listen to me Catherine, with Tony’s help, we know everything there is to know about you, everything, just look over there’.

The stunned Catherine, averting her eyes to the huge TV screen set into the wall, saw herself in Tony’s ‘playroom’ kneeling down before Joan, kissing her cunt and anus.

‘Its all there Catherine, everything’ continued David, making Catherine look at him again. 

 

‘Now then Catherine’ continued David.  ‘Your gag and handcuffs are merely to subdue you whilst I whilst I explain why you are really here!

Catherine could do nothing but stare up at the tall man with pleading eyes whilst his authorotive voice spelt out her dilemma.

 

‘You are here Catherine, because Tony has identified you as being the perfect hostess for out little gatherings, that is to say he is satisfied your submissive inclinations and enjoyment of humiliation will allow us to use you in any way we se fit, whether as the perfect hostess you have already proved to be, our model for the special bondage session we have planned for later, and of course, as the sexual plaything you shall be during our bondage session. ‘

 I tell you these things now Catherine, so you are able to prepare yourself mentally for the rest of our evening without any further shock to your system

 Our decision is final Catherine, you have no input in this matter whatsoever, you see the three of us have paid an awful lot of money for the opportunity to ‘prepare’ you for future gatherings of out little club, although Catherine, I assure you that we are generous men and at the conclusion of our evenings entertainment you will be very well rewarded,

 

 Catherine, suddenly realizing David was telling her she was to be a paid for sex toy for these men, shook her head and tried to voice her defiance through her gag, she was NOT a common whore, she was a middle class housewife and mother, god her daughter was at Uni, her son at college, her husband a respected business man!, they had no right to treat her this way!

 But the cold indifference in David’s eyes, and the continued vice like grip of Charles the chauffeur told Catherine any ideas of immediate liberation from this outrageous detention were remote as David continued.

 

 ‘We are very wealthy, civilized men, Catherine we have no desire to hurt you more than we deem to necessary for our pleasure, but I assure you, if you continue to struggle I shall have Charles demonstrate just how badly you could be hurt, and believe me, the pain would be far worse than the lad called Kevin inflicted upon you, do you understand what I’m saying Catherine?’

 

Cursing her stupidity for allowing Tony to bring her here tonight without her taking the slightest precaution, and her naivety in believing his story about his ‘discussion group’   Catherine dejectedly nodded her head; she had had enough pain of late, she wanted no more, and the steel like grip of the Chauffeur told her it would be futile to even contemplate the idea of escape.

 

David happy with Catherine’s capitulation, looked beyond her to the Chauffer.

 

‘Charles, you may leave us now, I shall call if you are required’

Abruptly Catherine’s arms were freed, but she made no attempt to move away and no protest as David placed fingers on each of the thin shoulders straps on her black dress, pulling down on them, over Catherine’s shoulders and arms until the bodice of her dress slipped downward and both large, glorious breasts, one complete with nipple ring were exposed to the keen scrutiny of all three men.

 

‘This little nipple ring really is lovely Catherine, it suits you, we must have the other nipple pierced as well’ continued David, first running his fingertip over the little gold ring before slipping it round and round the nipple and such was the new found sensitivity of her nipple Catherine, despite her fury and anger at Tony’s betrayal of her and of the arrogant manner in which David spoke to her.

When the chauffeur left the room, the balding, portly George, another of the men, took up the position Charles had vacated behind Catherine.

 

 

‘George will shortly remove you gag and handcuffs, Catherine, said David whilst replacing the straps of her dress over her shoulders, thereby, much to Catherine’s confusion, covering her Breasts once again.

‘When he has done so, you shall resume your duties just as before Catherine, as if we had never had this little interlude, the only difference is that you will do whatever is asked of you Catherine, without fail and without hesitation and with that pretty smile of yours, failure to carry out any instruction, or the slightest hesitation on your part will only in Charles being asked to show you the errors of your ways and punish you accordingly, now then Catherine, you shall now smile at me and nod your head to show your understanding and obedience’

 

‘Whatever else she was, Catherine was not as brave as to believe David was bluffing and would not carry out his threats.

 These men were no callow youths, the Car that bought her here, the chauffeur Charles, and the expansive surroundings all told Catherine her current appalling circumstances had been planned and executed in almost military precision, they would, she knew,  be using her body tonight, and perhaps on other nights, no matter what. So why try to rebuff them when it was certain she would be made so suffer badly for any act of defiance.

 

So Catherine, managing to force a smile to appear upon her beautiful but anguished  

Features, nodded toward David in compliance.

 

 

Catherine found herself in an almost surreal world.  Whilst knowing these three men had complete and utter power over her, they were none the less, treating her just the same as before, almost as a complete equal as, after George had removed her handcuffs and gag, fully dressed again, Catherine had resumed her hostess duties of serving drinks and snacks to them whilst they stood chatting about mundane everyday matters, even asking Catherine for her opinion as if nothing at all had happened.

 

Amazingly these men seemed to know she had once been a teacher at a private school years ago and, as they all stood in centre of the room in a loose circle Catherine, for the moment pleased to be spared further humiliation, found herself answering David’s question as to the merits of private education against the state system when suddenly, Catherine, confident with her ability to at least debate with these men, was interrupted by Peter, the third of the male trio.

‘Remove your dress and hand it to me for safekeeping please, Catherine.’

 

Momentarily the stunned Catherine stood there like a rabbit trapped in vehicles headlights.

 Incredibly, Catherine was ignored and David took up the conversation whilst, after the briefest of hesitation,, a still disregarded Catherine reached behind to unzip her tiny black dress prior to slipping the straps from her shoulders and allow the thin chiffon garment to fall down her body and legs, to leave her naked save for her tiny thong, garter belt and stockings.

Even her near nudity failed to draw the attention of the three men. Only when Catherine had handed the tiny dress to Peter did David then turn to her.

‘Carry on Catherine; you are developing a very strong argument, I am enjoying your hypothesis.

 

If the intention had been to humiliate Catherine then it worked beautifully.

Catherine, her breasts heaving, trembling and red faced, having to stand almost naked in the midst of this small group of middle aged men, just about managed to take up from where she had left off, Her greatest worry though was that, somehow, incredibly, she found herself getting excited by these humiliating, almost unreal circumstances of discussing education with three fully dressed men whilst being all but naked herself.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, the discussion continued, incredibly to Catherine, it seemed then when a question was asked of her, all three men ignored her body to look into her eyes, confusing but simultaneously exciting Catherine.

 

Then, twenty minute or so later is was the portly balding George.

Catherine, I am having dreadful problems getting an erection these days, please kneel before me and see what you can do with your mouth’

Catherine had again been in the middle of answering a question, this time regarding financial matters, but, none the less, she realized what she should do and dropped to her knees to crawl the short distance toward George.

 

Again, with Catherine obediently lowering the zipper to George’s trousers, the conversation continued unabated, even when Catherine’s fingers entered his trousers to remove his short stubby flaccid penis, George continued the conversation. Continued still, as Catherine’s mouth enveloped the penis to work her magic skills upon George whilst cursing the appalling Tony, ‘how dare that man treat me as a cheap whore, god if I thought I could get out without being hurt I’d run now’.

 

 

Finally he was hard, but still George joined conversation with the other two, until.

‘Make it come Catherine, but don’t swallow it, keep it in your mouth, I want you to put my come in a wine glass.

 

All three Men found this hilariously amusing, David urged Catherine ‘not to spill or swallow a drop of Georges precious cargo, whilst Peter told Catherine, working furiously upon Georges penis, that they really should train her to carry all three loads of their combined semen in her mouth and fill the wine glass.

 

In the event it took less than five minutes before George began shutting strands of hot semen into Catherine’s mouth. Obediently, despite her natural urge to do so, Catherine managed to retain most of the white viscous fluid in her mouth before humiliatingly pushing the juices from between her lips and into the wine glass handed her by David.

Minutes later, and Catherine, once again standing almost naked alongside the three men, was answering a question put to her by David about the country’s education system when Peter humiliatingly interrupted her..

‘That looked to be a wonderful job you did on Georges cock Catherine, still plenty of room in the wine glass though so be a good girl and do the same for me’

So once again Catherine dropped to her knees before these powerful men, this time to kneel opposite George and work on the already trembling erection that was Peters cock.

Twenty minutes later a totally humiliated Catherine had partially filled the wine glass with the combined semen of all three men, part spitting, part drooling hot semen into the proffered Wine Glass.

 She stood, still almost naked, wine glass in hand whilst before her A pair of curtains opened by a motorized runner, revealing to Catherine’s bewildered eyes a large bench standing on four legs about three feet off the ground some. Covered in upholstered Red leather the bench was a least three feet wide and some seven feet in length. Large stainless steel rings had been secured around it perimeters and to each of these rings were clipped leather ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, white corded rope and, to Catherine’s horror, all manner of whips and crops.  

 

‘Our special bench Catherine, or should I say your special bench, Peter told her.

After you have drunk your little cocktail there my dear, you shall proceed with your main function of the evening……….. That of accommodating all three of our cocks… simultaneously whilst we punish you with those whips!

 

 

                                             End of Part Eight             

 

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