Unknown - Ripe for revenge

I'd seen enough now to really worry me.

"Look, I really think it's time for us to go home," making my voice sound as serious as I possibly could.

Digging my heels into the concrete.

Trying to brace myself. To prevent myself from being moved further into the cold, frightening room.

"Yeah, yeah sure," was Donner's only comment as he lifted up on the handcuffs.

Forcing my arms up painfully in a direction they weren't designed to move in.

Now my feet were moving as fast as they could in an effort to catch up to where my body was being propelled.

"I'm growing bored with your silly bitch games." Donner kept me moving until he had me next to a small padded table.

"Stay there. Don't move," Mendoza ordered Teri.

He came over to join Donner and me. As Donner held my wrists up high in the air, all I could do was bend over the table, which was waist high.

Digging into my hips.

Mendoza separated my ankles and pulled them out so they touched the table legs. He only took a few seconds on each side as he strapped my ankles. Making it all tight enough to where they couldn't move.

His hands showed both his strength and his cruelty.

The leather was pulled much harder than necessary just to hold me in place.

Pulled until he got a grunt of pain from me.

Then he pulled again!

He also made use of my positioning to give me a few hard pinches on my upper thighs. Just to watch me as I tried to dance away from him.

A six inch wide strap then belted my back down so I couldn't lift my body off of the padded surface.

Mendoza compressing me until I had to fight for breath.

Only then did Donner let go of my hands.

My fingers searched around, but there wasn't anything they could reach. The buckle for the strap was too far off to the side for me to ever hope to get at it.

As I wiggled around I only made myself look foolish.

The table was too small to support any more of me than just my belly. So the more I struggled, the more my bare breasts bounced around.

Swinging freely as they hung over the table's edge.

But apparently I still had too much freedom.

Donner snapped a short lead to the center link of my handcuffs, pulling at the other end to where he could connect it to my slave collar.

Raising my wrists up to where they were nearly between my shoulder blades!

"No! You don't need to do that! I can't do anything. Just play your stupid game and…"

SMACK!

Donner reminded me how vulnerable my up turned ass was.

"Quiet! Be a good girl. Unless you don't want to," his voice daring me to give him an excuse for another swat.

Mendoza moved a twin of the table I was fastened to next to me, and turned his attentions to Teri.

"Do you know what you're to do?"

The blonde nodded as she walked over to the table.

Hands steered her so she would be facing the opposite way I was. We would be side by side, only facing head to ass.

Without a word she lay down on the padded top the same way I was. Not waiting to be told or grabbed, she spread her own legs out. Struggling to meet the table's uprights.

She also brought her wrists up. Waiting patiently for her cuffs to be linked to her collar.

The little cutie moaned as she was strapped tightly to the table. Only hers were the sounds of sexual yearning.

This was just the sort of treatment she had been hoping for.

In a way I felt sorry for her. To position her shorter body the same way meant that her feet weren't able to touch the ground.

Meaning Teri had to take most of her weight on her belly.

I was having trouble with my breathing with the bite of the binding waist strap squeezing me, I could only guess at how much more difficult it had to be for Teri.

The tables were so close together that I could feel Teri's hips with my shoulders. The same held true at the other end of the table as well.

About all the motion we had left to us was a little wiggle at the shoulder, and the ability to move our heads.

That also seemed to be part of our bondage.

Without help to support our necks, it soon became painful to do anything but let our heads sink down.

But then you couldn't see what was coming next. Females are far too curious to allow that to happen.

Once I did look up, I wished that I hadn't.

Mendoza was handing Donner a large wooden paddle.

Of course he did keep one for himself.

The surface of both paddles seemed smooth, and I wondered if it was from their being used so much.

The smoothness was only marred by the large holes that were drilled in them. I had never seen anything like that before, so I didn't give it much thought, not being able to see any practical use for them being that way.

Not that I wanted any lessons.

No matter what I did, I couldn't help from tensing up.

The anticipation was too much.

Here I was looking at that paddle.

Knowing just what Donner planned to do with it.

And I couldn't do a thing.

Not so much as wiggle my ass.

"This turns out to be rather interesting. Or at least I think so," said Donner. "Most slaves only get to feel the paddle, or whip, or… well, you get the idea. But here you'll have the rare opportunity to actually be able to look on at the same time. At very close range!"

SMACK! SMACK!

Donner was standing next to me, with Mendoza at the other end of the table.

Each man with a bate ass sticking up in front of them.

Both had used their paddles at the same time.

My ass felt as if it had been dipped in acid!

Hot, burning, screaming at me.

But not as loud as what I was screaming!

A scream that was cut short as I suddenly gasped for more air.

SMACK! SMACK!

More pain and more screaming.

SMACK! SMACK!

My head was thrown way back. Bending back toward my flaming butt.

It didn't change anything. Certainly it didn't protect my poor rump at all.

But it did make screaming easier.

SMACK! SMACK!

I was jerking at the wide strap holding me down.

Bouncing and twisting in an effort to wiggle free.

Choking myself each time my hands fought to move.

As they jerked down towards my burning bottom, they tried to take my slave collar along.

Cutting off my air supply as the leather ripped at my throat.

SMACK! SMACK!

One more scream, then the babbling.

"NOOOOO! It hurts too much…"

SMACK! SMACK!

Jerking and thrashing my body, I desperately needed to find some way to escape.

"Can't take it… STOPPP!"

SMACK! SMACK!

"You know you love it," Donner replied. "Just like I know your complaints are your way of asking for more."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The blows had come lighting quick.

First to one ass cheek, then the other.

Each swat having a twin. A painful partner attacking the naked bottom at the other end of the table.

It wasn't until my throat, raw from screaming, had to stop for a moment that I noticed mine wasn't the only screaming.

Teri was also screaming. Begging for mercy.

SMACK! SMACK!

For the first time I focused eyes that were blurred from a combination of tears and sweat.

I looked over at Teri's bottom.

Those sweet little ass cheeks were pulled so taught from being bent over. The perfect target!

And they were so red.

SMACK! SMACK!

The paddle hit her on the cheek closest to me, and I could see her ass flesh squish down as it tried to make room for the paddle.

I thought I could see blood rushing into her rump, and the way her muscles danced around the instant the wood lifted again.

I'd never seen anything glow such a bright color before.

And I knew that my own bottom had to look exactly the same.

"Ah yes. I knew they'd be like this," Donner said.