"If I decided to do it you couldn't stop me. That's one dividend I get out of your handcuffs."
"Oh, darling. . !" Griselda's exclamation was loaded with reproach. "If you decided to do that awful thing to my feet you know I'd let you, I'd be obedient. Even without the handcuffs I'd always obey"
She was hugged and kissed by an Antonia repentant for doubt. "Sorry, pet. That was thoughtless."
"Well, alright." Griselda conceded. "But you know me. You've got me excited about my feet. How do you go about whipping a girl's feet? Didn't they call it the bastinado?"
"Forget it, pet, that's not for you."
"But it's a bit of me we've never thought of!" Griselda was intrigued. "And if I stay handcuffed. . ?"
"The pain would be awful, and not a bit erotic."
"How d'you know?"
"I've read about it. People limp afterwards, or can't walk at all."
Griselda pouted. "I read about it too. It said the lucky girl got the bottoms of her feet rapped with limber wands, not hard enough to damage, but after a couple of hours she gets awfully cheesed off with the constant attention."
"Fine. Now we both know all about it. I won't do it to you."
"Another time, maybe? A 'once over lightly' so's we find out?" Griselda's plea was pensive.
"I'll think about it."
Griselda giggled. "So will I? that's the trouble."
"Very well, if it get's too bad I'll cure you. But not today. Why do you want the whip on your bottom instead of the crop? The crop's much the most suitable?'
"Darling, you've complained so much 'bout not being able to whip my back you've got me thinking erotically about the whip. If you use that short single thong it does a lovely job on me? so long as you don't lap it over my hip."
"I intend to lap it across your hip every stroke. You're a churning bundle of sexuality that needs a lesson."
"Then let's go to bed?"
"I should take you there and drain you so dry you'd come back here for your whipping cold, no erotic surges left to blunt the pain."
"Oh, 'Tonia, Mmmmmm. . "
Antonia Noyes knew what she must do. It was never a good idea to allow her captive to gain the initiative, even in girl talk. From a pul ey above she drew down a hook and inserted it between the steel bands on Griselda's wrists. A moment later the girl to be punished was bending painfully forward with her cuffed arms drawn high behind her back. As her head bent lower and her hair cascaded to the floor, she gasped.
"Tonia, I'm handcuffed. Remember? Not tied with rope."
"Hurt bad?"
"Jeepers, yes."
"Good. Still set on the whip?"
Griselda turned a pink face to peer back and up. "I think I'd like to call this whole thing off." She admitted unhappily. "I don't seem to feel in the mood. Couldn't we go to bed?"
"Later. Not now. When we do go it will be me who has the fun. Your's will be the only tongue used. That's part of your punishment."
"Ohhhhh. . Oh, darling!"
"This the whip you want?"
"Well, it's the one I thought about. But I don't seem to actually want it any more.
Sorry!"
"Griselda, do you always have to quibble? I've heard all this before."
"Weeeel, yes. But if you were in the spot I'm in you'd quibble too. Gosh, 'Tonia, you've bent my bottom tight as a drum."
"The better to whip you, my dear. Want a gag?"
"No, I'll scream. You're terribly unkind."
"Prefer the dungeon, dear?"
"No!" The denial was emphatic.
"I knew you wouldn't. Ready for me to start?"
"Oh alright. I suppose you have to."
It was a most satisfying mark. It leaped across the twin curves like a scarlet beacon. The girl who had placed it there stood and gazed at it's formation into a weal, her heart thudding, her sex aflame. This first mark upon the taut bent bottom was pure beauty. Griselda's foot bent back from the knee, flexing in agony, but she did not utter a sound. Antonia Noyes struck again.
"Ohhhhh. . Oh damn! Oh, darling, d'you have to do it so hard?"
"Of course. You know I do."
"I'm trying not to scream."
"How very sweet! Keep trying."
"Tonia, you're still dressed?!"
"So I am. How thoughtless. It's that woman. . Hold on, it won't take me a minute."
"Please don't hurry. And, darling, when you're bare come and stand by me so's I can pick up your scent."
"No, you're being punished."
"Ohhhh, oh please! It's such a little thing. It would help me with the pain. I think I'm behaving awfully well considering how hard you're belting me."
"Oh alright!" The girl with the whip thrust her pubic hair against the bent head.
With her free hand she grasped Griselda's chin and raised the punished head.
"There, you can see as well as smell. Satisfied?"
"Oh yes, oh thank you! Darling, If you'd help me I'd??"
"No you won't. You're being whipped. No diversions."
"Darling, you're so beautiful when you're naked. Why d'you ever bother with clothes. You're every bit as beautiful as me."
How sweet she was! Innocent even in pride. Adoring and adorable. Antonia's naked breasts were heaving as she again took her stance and swung the whip.
"Ahhhh. . Ohhhh, Oh wow Oh, 'Tonia, I'll scream next time, I can feel it coming." The errant foot kicked at nothing several times before it subsided to the floor.
It was their custom that, no matter what Griselda's punishment might be, Antonia Noyes should be naked for its infliction. Both girls were certain that when the whip was used it struck harder when swung from a bare arm, or that after the heavy chains and the thudding door were locked by a white nakedness the dungeon would seem doubly drear. Nudity became them both, even in their diverse roles. Carefully selecting her target, Antonia Noyes struck hard.
Griselda screamed.
The sound was as satisfying as the thin red lines. Antonia stood, with heaving breasts and absorbed her beloved's paean to her pain. First one bare foot, then the other proclaimed anguish as the slim hips weaved. Above the strained and helpless arms the pul ey creaked and the tether vibrated as the punished girl distressfully fought her bonds in a response purely instinctive. The girl with the whip took a deep, deep breath and cut at the crease between soft thighs and derriere. Antonia Noyes stood, enraptured, while the bound girl screamed.
"You are too beautiful, Griselda. I could whip you forever." She heard her own voice as from far away.
"Oh. . oh. . oh! Oh, darling!" The exclamations came as gasps, pantingly under stress. The lovely bent features looked back, pinkly, "I can't help it, 'Tonia, it hurts so terribly."
"But you are happy."
"Yes. . Oh, yes!"
This time the thong deliberately spent its force upon a hip. Griselda yelped in shock, then screamed. Her bare feet beat the floor in anger as well as pain, her torso heaved and surged within the confines of her handcuffs and the rope. Across her hip the whipweal spawned purple and a drop of blood. When her sounds and motions subsided she asked haltingly:
"Tonia, may I spread my legs?" They both knew why.
"You want an orgasm, Griselda. Why should I give you one?"
"I'll die if you don't. I'm? I'm? oh, 'Tonia, please!"
"Very well. I shouldn't do this. But open up."
The naked feet and naked thighs spread far apart. It was invitation to the greatest agony a girl could know. Antonia measured distance and shrewdly struck up and under into the open crotch.
Griselda's orgasm cut short her scream, converting it to amplified sounds of brutal coitus. Unaware of the agony of her chafed wrists she worked out the spasms and convulsions in a writhing gavotte which left her sweat drenched but still captive at the end of it. When she could again speak, her voice was husky and breathless.
"Thank you. Oh, 'Tonia, thank you so much." Then, in a whisper: "How many more strokes?"