But that thought was put aside as I noticed Charles and Jason rummaging around the articles that we had just purchased awaiting across the room. What would they select, I wondered, as I felt Betsy wiggle her ass against mine.
"Get ready for a tit whipping, miss," Betsy whispered as she ground her ass against mine again.
"Do you like your tits whipped," I couldn't help but ask as we both saw them select a thin, flexible cane and turn back toward us.
"Like? Heavens, miss, I love my tits beaten. My ass and pussy too, as far as that goes. And you?"
Pussy? Oh, yes, I had very fond memories about my first night with Jason. He had whipped both my pussy and my tits, and later paddled my ass.
"Me too, although I haven't had as much as I'm sure you have. How long have you been into pain, anyway?"
"Oh years, miss. For years. That's one reason I took a position here when Mr. Jason's father offered it to me."
"His father?"
"Yes, miss. His father trained me and offered me to Mr. Jason when he went away to school."
"Trained you? You mean his father is the same?"
"Oh, yes, miss. I thought you knew. It is a family trait. All the males are dominate and the females submissive. They are trained that way from birth, miss."
"Is his father's staff involved, too?"
"Oh, yes. Both potential males and females must meet the family standards or they are not hired. It is a prerequisite for employment, miss, and all the staff it totally dedicated to it remaining so."
Well! That sure as hell answered some of my questions. A family trait, was it. And all the staff was involved. Damn, what a damned pleasant thought! If I remained with Jason I'd have plenty of "staff" members at my beck and call whenever the urge arose and Jason wasn't around. Or if he was, too, for that matter, like tonight.
"Aaahhhhhaaaaaagggaaa..." pulled me out of my dreaming as Jason landed the cane on my harnessed tits that stuck way out because of the straps.
Believe me, he got my full attention with that maneuver.
My exposed nipples registered instant pain and before I could even lower my eyes to inspect my most recent damage my nipples were wearing a black and blue mark of the cane. No doubt, "Aaaaahhhhaaa ..." about it, a cane was a wicked weapon as another bruise was added to the first.
My poor nipples, about all that was showing of my tits, were taking a real beating. So were Betsy's, as in between the pauses of Jason's cane, Charles' landed on Betsy's boobs.
Both of us were smashing our asses together as our tits were caned by the men. There was also the unmistakable scent of female arousal filling the air. Mine and Betsy's as the canes fell again and again.
We were both admitted pain lovers but that didn't stop our bodies from jerking and twisting with the reception of the administered pain. Our asses smashed together. Our legs jerked, pulling both of our ankles when either of us moved. But all in all, we had no where to go to escape the cane's landings.
All of my exposed nipples and part of my breasts were covered with the dark lines left by the cane when Jason reached up and undid the straps encasing them. Freeing them totally for the kiss of the cane to land. And cover them he did as the hanging straps flicked against our sides as we twisted in the air.
My tits began to resemble Betsy's in that a huge area was dark. Of course it wasn't truly my nipples that were growing, but it did look similar as each successive dark line was added to the collection of lines.
What must hers look like, I wondered, as mine got darker and darker with each stroke landed. Working his way from the ends, Jason progressed toward my chest wall, leaving dark marks in his wake. Tops, sides, bottom. The cane worked its way around my throbbing tits until it looked like all I had was nipples, damned little pink remained before they changed locations.
Down our ribs. Across our heaving stomachs the canes traveled leaving dark colors in their wake. Belly buttons, sunken deep in skin, were the only pink remaining as the canes came at swollen pussy mounds.
Horizontal lines decorated each and every hair when they switched to upstrokes and smashed into our leaking slots.
I screamed like I was dying as Jason slammed the cane into my aroused clit. In the back of my mind I wondered how much more it had to have hurt Betsy who had the ring in her clit. A ring that kept her clit totally exposed and even opened her cuntal lips more than mere arousal did. But as her screams of passion rose above mine, I knew.
We were both coming. The pain was an aphrodisiac to us. Our bodies twisted and squirmed, but we were coming with the canes. From upper chests to pulsating pussies, dark lines covered our bodies as our pain loving bodies came with each stroke.
And then they stopped.
Through tear filled eyes I saw Jason drop the cane and come to me, his cock leading the way. Even if Betsy and I weren't bound back to back I knew he would have fucked my caned pussy. And I wanted him to luck it.
Obviously so was Charles as his hands came around our bodies to clamp onto my whipped breasts as the four of us road passion's ladder to fulfillment and beyond.
Chapter 5
The next morning announced itself with a bang as Jason smacked my ass with his hand.
Talk about waking up with a jolt! I was profoundly glad that I was lying ass up and not tits up. But that, unfortunately, meant that I was lying on them. Quite frankly I don't know how I was. Jesus, did they ever hurt. Then none of me was in the comfort zone, but I had no complaints.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head. It's a bright, new day that I've got some great plans for."
Really. Jason was just too damned joyous for morning. A long confirmed evening person, I typically could not understand how someone could thrive in the AM. It was beyond me, but as I was bemoaning that fact another suddenly registered.
I had the whole weekend to spend with Jason and, since I had been awakened, there was no reason to waste it, now was there. Rolling over to face his smiling face, I muttered, "What time is it, anyway?"
"Not quite seven."
"Ooooohhhhh." I tried to pull the blankets back over me but his hand stopped me.
"Come on, Kate. Rise and shine."
"Rise and shine. Damn it, Jason, the damned sun isn't even up yet, why should I?"
"Because the sun is a mundane thing, but the plans I have for us sure aren't. Come on, Kate, up you go."
I wasn't the most optimistic person around, but I did roll out of bed and took a faltering step toward the bathroom, my first goal of any morning, and stopped dead in my tracks.
I don't know how long I stood there staring into the big mirror above Jason's dresser and looked at the startling changes that had occurred to my body, but it must have been a long interval before my bladder made its protest and I continued my journey.
Flipping on the light and sitting on the toilet I took a closer survey. Nope, no doubt about it, I possessed a set of damned whipped boobies. Shit, there wasn't even a centimeter that was normal color. As my bursting bladder emptied I took in the rest of my anatomy. Yep, from shoulders to kneecaps I was one colorful, lucky bitch.
Not only was I colorful, I was quite fragrant, too. Turning on the shower and adjusting the water temperature, I stepped in and let the cleansing water wash over me. I quickly adjusted the spray to a lighter intensity and let the soothing heat wash away some of my aches and pains as soapy fingers cleaned away the residue of one damn full night of sex.
Stepping out and drying off I noticed Charles in the master bedroom lying out Jason's clothing for the day. Damn, didn't he ever sleep? Drying my hair I also saw Betsy in the room, too. Wondering why she was there, I stuck my head out and looked.