Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

"Ow!" Ralph gasped as she caught his erection firmly between her thighs.

SMACK! Grace brought the paddle down against his bare buttocks with a noisy splat.

"Ouch!" Ralph exclaimed, jerking against the bonds that held him prisoner.

"Pansy!" Grace taunted him. "I'm going to set that bottom of yours on fire!"

Smack! Smack! The buxom dominatrix began putting the paddle to his bare buttocks with noisy smacks that stung furiously. Ralph tried his best to hold still and to avoid crying out, but the cumulative effect of the paddle made each smack more painful than its predecessor. From her position a few feet away, Jeanine watched the bizarre scene with mounting excitement. Knowing that she would have to endure the same type of masochistic torment very soon, the submissive young woman could feel her own buttocks tingling as the paddle smacked smartly against Ralph's unprotected backside.

"Ouch! Ow! Please!" Ralph could not hold himself back as the paddle left his buttocks scarlet and burning hot. Tears blurring his vision, he frantically squirmed about on the shapely, nylon-clad thighs that served as his bed of masochistic torment.

Smack! Smack! The paddle continued to descend against his throbbing buttocks with noisy splats. Sobbing quite hard, Ralph begged her to stop and tossed about in a futile effort to avoid or minimize the painful smacks.

"Are you ready to serve me now?" Grace finally asked, a note of triumph in her voice.

"Y-yes! Y-yes!" Ralph tearfully stammered. "Please! I'll do anything!"

Grace spread her thighs apart, allowing his trussed-up body to slide to a kneeling position between them. His buttocks burning and aching from the thorough spanking he had received, Ralph instantly buried his face in the dark-brown delta and began kissing her feminine charms in total masochistic subjugation. Grace opened her thighs as far as possible and pressed her gloved hands down on her slave's head. "You have exactly three minutes to bring me to a climax, slave!" she told him in a stern voice. "Otherwise you'll get some more punishment!"

Extending his tongue as far as he could, Ralph flicked it between the outer folds of her vulva. Her feminine moisture began to flow, seeping into his mouth and leaving her hair and his face damp and sticky.

Jeanine watched intently from the sidelines, finding it more exciting than she had imagined to watch such a scene of masochistic submission.

"Keep doing it! There! Not there!" Grace issued terse commands to her kneeling slave. The attractive dominatrix began rocking her hips back and forth on the sofa, slowly at first and then with quick, jerky movements. His tongue inserted deep between the folds of her vulva, Ralph caressed her ultra-sensitive clitoris with frantic swipes.

Thoroughly enjoying his caresses as well as the humiliation she was inflicting upon him, Grace held his face closely plastered to her wet charms as she rocked her hips back and forth on the sofa. Well within the three-minute limit she had established, the buxom dominatrix reached an intense climax.

"That's enough for you for the time being!" Grace pushed him away with a rude shove. "Sit on that chair over there!" she ordered, pointing to a wooden chair a few feet away. Breathless and in somewhat of a state of shock after the ordeal she had inflicted on him, Ralph made his way over to the chair. He winced visibly as he lowered his throbbing buttocks against the chair, and Grace smiled with satisfaction at the discomfort she knew he was experiencing.

"Now, you! Come over here!" Grace turned her attention to her female slave.

With her stockinged legs bound tightly together, Jeanine was compelled to hop as she made her way over to the dominatrix. Quite frightened and trying to not even think about what might happen to her, the lovely young blonde stood apprehensively before her tormentress. Grace pushed her to her knees and removed the gag from her mouth.

"Now, it's your turn!" Grace informed her, spreading her thighs well apart and bossily pointing a gloved forefinger at the brunette triangle between her legs.

"No! Not that!" Jeanine exclaimed in a shocked voice.

"Go ahead, slave!" Grace told her. "You don't have any choice in the matter!"

"No, I couldn't! Not with another girl!" Jeanine begged in a deeply agitated voice. "I've never… I couldn't! Oh, please!"

"I guess you need some punishment too!" Grace told her. She reached down and quickly pulled Jeanine's helpless body face-down over her buxom thighs. Bound at the wrists and legs, and attired only in her garter belt and sheer stockings, Jeanine made a lovely picture with her girlishly plump white bottom quivering in expectation of the spanking to come.

"Oh, please, don't spank me too hard!" Jeanine impulsively pleaded, although she knew she sounded like a child.

Holding the squirming young woman firmly down across her thighs, Grace reached for the paddle. Smack! The solid paddle smacked noisily against Jeanine's tender nates, flattening the two resilient cheeks temporarily.

"Eeek," Jeanine emitted a high-pitched feminine shriek as the paddle bounced against her cute bottom.

Smack! Smack! Grace began putting the paddle to her pretty victim with crisp, loud smacks. As the paddle set her soft and well-rounded bottom ablaze, Jeanine squealed with girlish shrieks and swung her stockinged legs prettily back and forth. From his uncomfortable position on the chair, Ralph watched Jeanine's spanking with a mixture of compassion and excitement.

"Ouch! Oh, please, stop! Ow! I'm burning up!" Jeanine begged, crying softly. "Please! Ouch, that hurts!"

Smack! Smack! Thoroughly enjoying the sight of Jeanine's reddening and squirming buttocks, Grace continued putting the paddle to her attractive victim. With her comely buttocks burning and prickling furiously, Jeanine struggled futilely against the bonds that held her prisoner. As the paddle turned her spank-spot a flaming crimson, the pretty young blonde sobbed hard and begged to be spared.

"Oh, please! Please! Ouch!" Jeanine's distressed voice was partially choked by her tears. "Please! I can't stand it anymore! I just can't!"

Grace finally paused, holding the paddle aloft in a threatening manner.

"Ready to serve me now?" the dominatrix. asked in a haughty voice.

"Ooooo!" Jeanine was clearly distraught. "if-if you're going to f-force m-me, I-I g-guess I d-don't h-have any ch-choice!"

"That's right, slave! You have no choice at all!" Grace informed her, opening her thighs and allowing the tearful young woman to slide to the floor between her thighs. Jeanine gulped hard at the sight of the brunette grotto right in front of her face, and cast a quick and shamefaced look in Ralph's direction.

"Go on!" Grace urged her. "Do you want another spanking?"

With a distressed moan, Jeanine capitulated and lowered her blond head into the brunette underbrush. Constantly reminding herself that she was being forced to perform the act against her will, Jeanine meekly stuck out her tongue and began working it up and down the coral cleft. The helpless young woman trembled noticeably as Grace's feminine fluids bathed her face, getting into her mouth.

"Keep doing it! You have to bring me to a climax this way before you get up!"

Groaning with despair at the humiliating announcement, Jeanine haplessly worked her tongue into the folds of Grace's pink vulva. Though she kept telling herself that she was being forced to do it, the pretty young blonde suddenly found her excitement rising as she performed the enforced act of lesbian servitude. She eagerly pressed her face tightly against the damp, sticky bush, working her tongue up and down with wild abandon. Ralph watched Jeanine's submissive performance with obvious amazement.

"That's right! Keep doing it!" Grace told her. "There! That's right!"