Wandering Away From The Tour

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Wandering Away From The Tour

Jody Wallace and her cousin Annette Webster had wandered away from the boring tour. They didn't know why their uncle had insisted that they come on a tour to this boring museum with him. On seeing a door that said "Off Limits to all except GOLD ticket holders", Jody mentioned that Annette was too cowardly to peak inside it. Annette made a comment about not being the baby that her cousin was. A few more words were exchanged, leading to both girls sneaking over to the door. To their disappointment it was unlocked. With neither backing down they committed to passing through the doorway.

The room beyond was dark. Feeling along the wall, Jody found the lights and switched them on.


The room looked a bit like a theatre, but on the low stage was a row of ten odd wooden devices.

"What's so special about those?" Jody asked rhetorically.

"That's what I'm going to find out." Annette taunted. "Feel free to stay by the wall if you're scared."

Neither girl wanted to walk to the stage but neither would back down. The cousins walked side by side until they reach the two foot high stage.

"There's a sign there." Annette pointed out needlessly, as if Jody could miss the large colourful poster size sign.

"Well duh." Jody said as she strolled over to it.

Then she gasped as her eyes focused on the illustrations.

"Oh my." Jody said.

"What is it?" Annette said, walking over for a better look. "Whoa! Is that porn? In a museum?"

The two girls stepped closer, close enough to read the wording around the colourful illustrations.

"It says that these are reproductions." Jody pointed out.

Of course it said more than that. The sign informed its readers that these were reproductions of whipping benches. That back in the 1800s women would be stripped "below the waist" and bound to the benches. Then their sentences would be carried out, usually by male wardens or deputies. The illustration showed mostly nude women laying on them with special attention to how they were secured.

"Gold tickets must be for the over 18 crowd." Jody muttered.

"Which I am." Annette pointed out. "Or did I forget to invite you to my nineteenth birthday party? That was when I got the new car."

"And you seen to have forgotten that I'm two months and fourteen days older than you." Jody said sweetly. "And my new car is sports electric that's great for the environment, not a gas guzzling hybrid like yours."

Annette shrugged and walked to the second, smaller sign and read it aloud.

Note: Gold ticket holder may, should they wish, interact with the display. This includes touching the devices. Should a Gold ticket holder wish to, he or she may climb on to the device to recreate the experience that past inmates may have felt. Those wishing a more authentic experience may partly or completely disrobe to fully recreate the experience that past inmates may have felt. For those who wish a complete immersion, teeth protectors have been provided and may be worn. Historically they were used by past inmates to protect their teeth and tongues during a discipline season.

"They need to proofread this thing." Annette declared. "Look at all the times they said 'past inmates'. That would only make sense if there were current inmates."

"Whatever." Jody said as she wandered over to the devices. "Ew. This one looks like it needs cleaning, but that one looked clean."

She walked over and rubbed the leather where the other device was dirty. Glancing to the display, Jody confirmed that this was where a girl would press her crotch.

"It looks like some people do more than touch them." Jody observed.

"Yeah? Well I'm going over one." Annette declared.

"Me too, but I'm taking my slacks off first." Jody declared.

"Well my dress is coming off." Annette countered.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm going to take off my shoes too."

"Well duh; you'll need to do that to get your jeans off. But my shoes are coming off and I don't need them gone to get my dress off."

"Oh yeah? Well..."

By the time the game of one-upmanship was over, both girls committed to going over the device mostly nude. Jody's slacks, shoes, socks, and panties would come off while Annette's dress, shoes, slip, stockings, and panties would go.

If they both went ahead.

If one girl didn't chicken out first.

Jody looked at her cousin and started to unfasten her belt. At that signal, Annette started to undo the back of her dress. Before long each had carried out her brag to strip.

Jody glanced away from her cousin's exposed crotch, her eyes lighting on something.

"Well I'm going to wear one of those tongue protection things." Jody declared, walking over to where they were.

"Well I'm getting one too." Annette declared.

Jody thought that the tongue protectors looked an awfully lot like bit gags, but that made sense. They would have to be secured around the woman's mouth and the mouthpart needed to be able handle hard bites.

Jody put one in her mouth, tasting the leather against her tongue. Annette did the same, but then reached behind her head to fasten it place. Not wanting to look weak, Jody mirrored her cousin's actions.

Wordlessly, the two girls returned to the devices. Climbing over them (and using the poster as a guide) the girls positioned themselves on the devices. Neither girl found her position comfortable, with Jody concluding that the way the leather rubbed against her lower lips was practically obscene.

Each was waiting for the other to call an end to the dare, to be the first to chicken out, when voices filled the room.

Nearby voices.

Male voices.

Both girls stiffened in panic. Eyes darting, they averted their faces from whoever was walking in on them.

"Looks like a couple of girls showed up early."

Strong hands took Jody's wrists as others took Annette's. Both tried to struggle but no one noticed. Soon their arms were secured to the device.

Then strong hands were on ankles, pulling their legs apart and securing them to the devices. Jody blushed she was exposed; Annette turned just as red as her inner secrets were revealed to the world. Both girls grunted into their gags, but the people in the room ignored them.

Their fields of visions were restricted, but both girls saw mostly nude women moving onto the devices next to them. Move onto them and be secured, just as the cousins were.


Then more voices were heard, including one explaining that this was a special part of the tour for gold ticket holders only.

"As you can see we still have empty benches." The guide said. "So if any of you ladies would like to join them...?"

"I wouldn't." An unseen woman said. "But my daughter does. For the full treatment."

"Mom! She's joking. I don't want to volunteer."

"Ah, but your mother is on record as the ticket holder. But don't worry; we have a system in place to deal with reluctant volunteers."

"But I don't want - HEY! Let go of me!"

From the sounds of it, the girl was fighting tooth and nail before being stripped and dragged to a bench. As that disturbance was happening, someone walked between the cousins.

Vincent Webster put a hand on Jody's left bottom cheek and his other on Annette's right one.

"I thought it was you two." Vincent declared.

Both girls relaxed slightly; the other girl was still screaming, they were still naked and helpless, but their uncle was now here to save them.

"Let me guess. You dared each other until you ended up like that." Vincent stated. "Then each of you was waiting for the other to get off her bench and while you were waiting someone came in and secured you. Am I right?"

Both girls grunted their agreements.

"God, in some ways you're both like your mothers." Vincent swore.

Both girls stiffened at this unwelcome comparison.

"Always trying to one up the other. At one point they were stuffing their bras so much they were going through tissue like crazy, but neither wanted to admit that she had smaller boobs than her sister." Vincent said. "I suppose I could speak to someone and get them to release the pair of you."

Both girls relaxed again. Then Vincent lifted both hands and gave each of them a smack. Jody and Annette were equally shocked; their uncle had never even given them a birthday spanking before.

"But I won't." Vincent declared. "Your mothers wasted so many years competing with each others that it sickness me to think of it. Maybe this will teach you the lesson that you don't always have to win. Or that winning at all cost can be worse than losing."

Then he walked away! Both girls grunted, trying call him back, but he walked away! He was gone before the screaming girl was fully secured to her bench, her screams partly muted by a bit gag.

Then the guide's voice was calling for volunteers again and a woman spoke up, saying that she was up for a ride on one of the benches.

Annette and Jody strained at their bonds, but they were trapped. Annette found that she could move slightly, mostly wiggling where her pussy met the bench. Jody discovered the same and suddenly the substance on the 'dirty' bench made sense to her.

'It came from a girl's pussy.' Jody realised. 'But was it pee? Did the girl pee herself? Or was it...'

Jody's mind shied away from that other option. That a girl had cum while strapped over the bench. She had played a couple of spanking games and they had been fun, but she doubted that she would enjoy what was to come. But had another girl cum while being disciplined? Had she? Most to the point, might Jody find something enjoyable in this unwelcome experience?

The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the room. Then came the sound of a cane striking home. After that the room was full of the sounds of straps and canes meeting bottoms and the partly muted reactions of the girls to these assaults. Not that either Jody or Annette were listening to those sounds; they were too screaming around their own bit gags.


Jody couldn't believe the feel of the strap as it crashed down on her upraised backside. It felt nothing like those gentle strokes of a belt she had experienced. At the time she hadn't realised that they had been gentle strokes, but after that first whack of the strap Jody knew that the belt had barely any force behind it when had landed on her bottom. Of course that light belt had been swung by a hesitant college freshman while this heavier strap was being swung by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

Then thoughts of comparison were driving out of her head by the second impact of the strap. And the third. As the strapping continued, Judy instinctively squirmed every way she could to escape it, knowing to her shame that she was grinding her pussy lips against the leather supporting her waist. She was practically humping it, in front of dozens of witnesses and her Uncle Vincent!

Annette had less to compare the experience to (but if she had known that Jody had tried a belt, Annette would have gone looking for a man with a bullwhip). Not that playing spanking games would have meant much as the unfamiliar cane bit into her bottom. It took her a moment to react to the line of pain spreading across her bottom, then her muted cries joined her cousin's. The cane was falling less often than the strap, with a horrible amount of anticipation time between each swing, but it drove Annette to squirm just as much as Jody.

Not having seen the residue, Annette felt less guilt in squirming. Of course she knew her pussy was rubbing hard against the padded leather but she wasn't thinking of it in a sexual way.


Jody was sobbing about the heat in her backside and confused about the heat in her front side when a miracle happened. The straps and canes were stilled. The only sound came from the sobbing girls in their bit gags.

"Before we switch things up." The guide began. "Certain ticket holders will be able to see how these girls are enjoying their punishments."

Jody was making sense of those words when she began to hear gasps from her sisters on the benches. Then rough fingers were pressing into her, entering her. She heard a man behind her mutter softly:

"Wet as a lake this one."

Jody trembled at the accuracy of that statement.


Annette grunted as she felt a woman's fingers (she could tell it was a woman from the fingernails) parting her lower lips, then a finger was wiggling inside her. She heard a woman's voice (one that sounded like the woman who had volunteered her daughter, but Annette wasn't sure that it was her) chuckle and say:

"I think this one just came. She must love the cane!"

Both cousins moaned as fingers wiggled while their tormentors ran their free hands over the girls' throbbing bottoms. Judy gasped as a thumb was forced hard into her bottom while Annette quivered as long fingernails traced her cane lines.

"But that's enough for now." The guide declared. "Now for the switch over."

Jody mewed in disappointment when the fingers left her. She wasn't the only girl on the benches who had come close while being fingered; Jody was sure that she only needed a few more minutes of that wiggling finger.

Annette didn't moan, but she missed that finger. It had shown her how much the rubbing against the leather had excited her body and got her started on the way to her climax.

Then Jody was screaming into her bit as the cane crashed down on her well strapped backside; the break giving it a chance to recover somewhat, able to feel fresh pain. Annette moaned and wiggled as a strap crashed down on three of her cane lines. Jody squirmed and wiggled, but the feel of the cane was not to her taste. Annette did the same, the strap hitting the cane lines sending electricity through her body. They could both hear of some of the women shifting their tones as pleasure over came their pain, but neither cousin reached her peak before the punishment ended. Jody wasn't even sure she was still aroused, not with the caning biting into her as it did.


Lying there, sobbing, each felt hands on their bounds, loosing those bounds and freeing them from devices. Each stayed sobbing, not wanting to rise. Not wanting to get up and face those who had witnessed their punishments and fingerings. Not wanting to show the witness their naked fronts. Each knew that the onlookers had seen between their legs, but neither wanted to show more.

"You might as well get up." Vincent said, standing closely behind them. "Laying there won't change things. No? Well, I hope this had taught you not to play that game. But somehow I don't think it has."

Neither cousin answered.

"Your clothes seem to be gone. Someone cleaned up before the tour group got here, but don't worry about that." Vincent told the girls. "While you were humping those benches I was talking to Mabel, that's Mrs. Richardson to you. She's the one who volunteered her daughter. She explained how Jessica, that's her daughter, won't be walking out of the museum with the rest of us. She's arranged for the girl to spend a month learning manners in a private institute, the same institute that supplied the men using the canes and straps. They'll be taking a very nude Jessica with them when they leave and supplying her with a uniform when they get her there."

Neither girl reacted to this comment.

"A month's a long time, but I'm thinking that two weeks there would do you both a lot of good." Vincent continued. "And maybe you'll even enjoy it. Your mother... but that would be telling tales. Let's just say she once had a crush on an older man who liked to paddle her backside red and make her stand in the corner. He even gave her roadside spankings at rest stops."

Shock silenced tears. Hearing their dooms was bad enough, but both girls were struggling to figure out whose mother Vincent was talking about.

"Anyway, you'll get uniforms of your own." Vincent continued. "And for the next two weeks you'll be treated as just another inmate in that place. And when those two weeks are up, who knows? Maybe you'll spend the entire summer there. Now who thinks she can out last her cousin in that place?"

Both girls grunted through their gag.

Vincent just laughed, taking their grunts as brags.

"No, two weeks might not be long enough." Vincent commented.


And it wasn't. Two weeks came and went as they stayed in that hated place.

But when they finally left that place, each cousin demurred to the other's opinion. They also willingly and eagerly presented their bottoms for discipline on command, but Vincent didn't ask them to. Instead he left with the institute with Jessica Richardson (who was shocked at her early release) while the cousins went home with Mabel Richardson for a weekend of fun. The fun was mostly Mrs. Richardson's, but she made sure that the girls' now hairless pussies were satisfied several times over, even if their bottoms saw hard use.

When that weekend ended, Vincent was still nowhere to be seen. Instead another man arrived and dropped off a girl who would be staying with the Richardsons for a while.

"Oh, don't worry girls." Mabel told them as they were led away. "It's a great big circuit. Eventually you'll wind up with your uncle again and he'll get to decide if he'll set you free or trade you again. My Jessica's going to make two or three trips around the circle, but maybe your uncle will get tired of having submissive slave girls to play with and let you go home after your first go around."

Jody wanted to protest. Annette wanted to demand to be let free. Neither girl spoke up. Not that their silence protected their backside from the straps, canes, and paddles they faced, but it delay their next punishment for over an hour.

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