"Gee, we're sorry about your punishment, Miss
Victoria. Have you been crying?"
"Oh, just a little. It does rather hurt the thumbs.
Anyway, I certainly deserved what I got."
Stacy admired Southern ladies so. They never moaned or complained about punishment. Just admitted that it was deserved. Neither Stacy nor
Sondra had any misgivings about daring to ask what their mistress had done to be punished. Ser vants simply don't ask such things. Victoria went into the house and returned in white shorts and ridiculously tiny, white tank-top. The top was really quite worthless, for her nipples showed rather' erotically through the flimsy material, and the back fell so low that it was as nothing at all
"John has ordered me to go in and get groceries at the supermarket like this, so everyone can see the fresh whip marks on my back. And look that. had to put'on the back of my tank-top with a ing pen." She turned around. Stacy was unabling' stifle her gasp of sympathy.
I WAS WHIPPED NAKED AND HUNG BY HER THUMBS, said the humiliating printing.
"Oooh," said Sondra. "Gee, Stacy… rather rough for Miss Victoria."
"Never mind, Sondra, but I appreciate your sympathy," said Victoria. "John often says the degradation hurts more than the whip. It really does, you know. Well, let's get it over with. Why don't you come along to bolster my spirits.
The girls really wanted to. It was a rather cruel punishment. Perhaps they could help her over the rough spots.
The supermarket was crowded, but Victoria held her head high. It was not a unique punishment in the South. It was called "showing" and most everyone had seen a female "show" before, but it still wrenched the desired embarrassment from a misbehaving wife. The glances of appreciation
followed Victoria as she tried to ignore the situa- tion by selecting her groceries. The blazing, red streaks on her nearly bare back were almost elec- tric in appearance under the store's fluorescent lights. Other females pointed in pleasure. Females are not known to be sympathetic to one another, and the comments of Victoria's acquaintances were teasing and sharp as intended.
Beautiful stripes, Victoria."
"Must have been just an hour or so ago."
"Bet your ass is really something, Victoria. Will you show us in the washroom?"
And your thumbs, darling?"
John catch you fucking someone else,
Victoria?"
Jeanne, I'll bet John caught her with that girl, Julie, over at Martha's store. Everyone knows that Victoria wants to get in the pants. Really, Victoria, the girl is only teen."
Victoria flushed under the audible comments
– -aisle to aisle. The last one had stung. Victoria indeed mentioned to a friend once at the Coun- club that she thought little Julie rather sexy.
How such off-handed comments do get around in a little town!
If I were John Palmer, I'd have whipped her quite a bit more indeed."
Looks hardly more than a token whipping, :-"These young wives today just don't know what a gal whipping is." .Victoria, do you know that just everyone in here can see your nipples?"
"These modern wives wear such obscene things,
Harriet."
Gonna show her nipples like that, she ought to have rings. put in 'em to teach her a lesson. Make her come to the store wearing rings, I'd say."
"I'll tell you what I think, Mary Lou. I think she ought to serve another six months in slavery. Bid on her myself, and she'd find out what real punisb ment is."
The comments were not really made in serious ness, but part of the penalty of "showing" was humiliating the recipient. Obviously the town ladies were quite expert at sharply barbed tongue lashings. They were very good, in fact. Victoria's red misty eyes attested to her feelings. Stacy turned to Sondra.
"I think she's gonna cry. I feel sorry for her
Sondra. This is rough. Look at her poor back golly."
"Really, Victoria, I…" began yet another ver- bal attack from a rather stuffy-looking woman.
"Shut up!" exclaimed Sondra to the flabber gasted woman. "Shut up! Leave her alone!" One could have heard the proverbial pin drop in the store. Sondra took one of Victoria's hands, Stacy the other.
"Well, I never!" said the gasping woman. "Ser vant girl speaking up like that! Well, it's obvious that Victoria has two very dedicated little sluts in bed with, the way they defend her. The one who mouthed off looks like a half and half. Tell me
Victoria, do black girls eat pussy fantastically,like
I've heard?",311
Victoria's head snapped up. The game was over
She slapped the woman hard across the jowls.
"Don't you ever start that race stuff, Mildred
Van Gill! Sondra's a very beautiful and wonderful girl!"
A strange thing happened after the silence for lowing the confrontation. The teasing adversaries became allies. Applause broke out. Mrs. Van Gill left in a huff.
"Mildred's had that coming, Victoria! Good for you!" said a woman. "And we all think Sondra is precious. The other one too!"
It was a happy ending. The only further com- ments were nice ones. In the car, Victoria took a moment to embrace Sondra. The kiss was extra special, with tongue and all.
"Wow. That was some kiss, Miss Victoria," squealed Sondra.
"You deserve it, Sondra. Thanks for trying to help. I appreciate it."
"Well, one penalty to go yet," said Victoria on the way home. "John says that I must choose my own tonight. One that punishes me nicely."
Stacy and Sondra wondered what Victoria's fer- tile imagination would come up with. They found out when they were called to the employers' bed- room at ten. Victoria was chained by her wrists to the bed and wore a blindfold.
"Tell the girls what you decided upon, dear," said John Palmer.
"John is going to fuck you both right alongside me. I won't be able to see, just hear. I'll have to listen to your sexy moans and John will not fuck me tonight. It shall drive me crazy just to listen and feel everything near to me knowing I can't have any myself. A good punishment for a naughty wife.
The girls were stunned at Victoria's punisment decision. They had expected some sort of physical administration. Victoria was fantastic! The pun- ishment was going to be far worse than any whip or rope discomfort. Their admiration for her reached an all-time high
"Furthermore?" said John.
"Furthermore, I shan't be allowed to have you girls eat me tonight either," sighed Victoria. "Just spend the night chained like this, wanting to get off so badly. As you see, I can't even use my fingers on myself."
John took Stacy first, then Sondra. It was, of course, unavoidable that feminine arms and legs brushed against Victoria, or that she felt the bed bouncing… or that she heard the familiar cries of passion… or that she heard the terribly wet sounds of male organ plunging within female sex
At times, Victoria was caused to lick her lips un- knowingly, and her squirming and writhing in her chains never ceased. At times she made "ohhs" and "aahs" in desperate want. The bed sheet was soaked at the apex of her legs. It was indeed a most significant and punishing torture for a full-bodied young wife.
In the darkness of their bed, much later, Sondra and Stacy tossed and turned.
"Sondra, are you awake?"
"Yes, angel."
"I feel sorry for her in there. Chained and hotter than hell. Think we could get away with helping her out? He's probably asleep by now."
"Yep. If we're careful and quiet about it. Lost our tits if he catches us."
The two snuck quietly into the master bedroom
Sondra lay her finger on Victoria's lips. The blind fold was gone, but she was still wrist-chained to the bed.
"Shhh," whispered Sondra. "Want us to eat you?"