Maintenance - Part 3
Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:46 am
This story is fiction and very severe. But only fiction.
Stacy lay on the floor on her stomach. She was watching her favorite t.v. show. She wore her pj's and slippers.
It was saturday night again and time for her weekly maintenance discipline. Usually this took place right after
supper but on this night it would take place around 8 pm after her show. And on this night her uncle decided to
increase the level of pain. On this night he invited two of his good friends to assist. One of them was a real sadist.
The teenage girl was in for lots of pain. The show ended. Her uncle got up and turned the t.v. off.
"Stand up...take your pajama's and slippers off" he ordered. His tone sent shivers through her. It was more icy and
demanding probably because he wanted to impress his friends. She obeyed and took her pj top and bottom off
leaving her just in her white panties. Her cute toes dug into the carpet, her small perky breasts stood upright.
"Lets go...down to the basement young lady"
They followed the pretty teen, so petite she was. Her small bottom no match for her uncle and his friends.
There was an old sturdy wood table in the basement. ON it hung a small sign "punishment"
"Take your panties off and climb up on the table...face down...NOW!!!"
She sobbed as usual as she took her panties off fully naked before them all. She climbed up. Her uncle and friends then
secured her wrists well apart to the table. Then her ankles. They put a cushion under her stomach.
Her teen cheeks offered up for some really serious punishment. They each went to the wall and took down three straps. Each strap had small metal studs. They stood to each side, the guy who was the sadist stood at the end of the
table and would strike vertically.
"Get ready Stacy....this is going to be extremely painful" her uncle said.
They began. From each side the straps connected across her poor teen globes leaving deep stripes and small spots
from the metal studs. The sadist at the end of the table brought the strap hissing down vertically to each inner cheek.
She screamed like never before. They got into it. The straps cracked like pistol shots across her poor buttocks.
From each side and the end. The leather striped her globes and thighs. The sadist loved to hear her scream.
"Scream...louder....go on...louder' he said as he lashed the strap down right between her cheeks hiting her tender anus.
On and on and on the beating continued. Soon he cheeks were battered. Still they continued. The sadist landed'the strap to her inner cheeks and anus again and again. The others across her cheeks. Then, after some 50 lashes total, they stopped. They all changed places for round two and then again for round three.
"I think she has had enough" her uncle said.
"I say we turn her over" the sadist guy said.
They agreed and soon Stacy was nude face up and spread. The straps resumed but not as hard striking her stomach
and mound and fronts of her thighs and tops and soles of her bare feet. Then the sadist guy landed just one last crack
directly on her pussy. Her entire body shuddered as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
They freed her and let her off the table.
"GO wait for us in my bedroom Stacy" her uncle said.
The fun was about to begin.
All characters in this story are of legal age. THis story would never happen in real life.
Stacy lay on the floor on her stomach. She was watching her favorite t.v. show. She wore her pj's and slippers.
It was saturday night again and time for her weekly maintenance discipline. Usually this took place right after
supper but on this night it would take place around 8 pm after her show. And on this night her uncle decided to
increase the level of pain. On this night he invited two of his good friends to assist. One of them was a real sadist.
The teenage girl was in for lots of pain. The show ended. Her uncle got up and turned the t.v. off.
"Stand up...take your pajama's and slippers off" he ordered. His tone sent shivers through her. It was more icy and
demanding probably because he wanted to impress his friends. She obeyed and took her pj top and bottom off
leaving her just in her white panties. Her cute toes dug into the carpet, her small perky breasts stood upright.
"Lets go...down to the basement young lady"
They followed the pretty teen, so petite she was. Her small bottom no match for her uncle and his friends.
There was an old sturdy wood table in the basement. ON it hung a small sign "punishment"
"Take your panties off and climb up on the table...face down...NOW!!!"
She sobbed as usual as she took her panties off fully naked before them all. She climbed up. Her uncle and friends then
secured her wrists well apart to the table. Then her ankles. They put a cushion under her stomach.
Her teen cheeks offered up for some really serious punishment. They each went to the wall and took down three straps. Each strap had small metal studs. They stood to each side, the guy who was the sadist stood at the end of the
table and would strike vertically.
"Get ready Stacy....this is going to be extremely painful" her uncle said.
They began. From each side the straps connected across her poor teen globes leaving deep stripes and small spots
from the metal studs. The sadist at the end of the table brought the strap hissing down vertically to each inner cheek.
She screamed like never before. They got into it. The straps cracked like pistol shots across her poor buttocks.
From each side and the end. The leather striped her globes and thighs. The sadist loved to hear her scream.
"Scream...louder....go on...louder' he said as he lashed the strap down right between her cheeks hiting her tender anus.
On and on and on the beating continued. Soon he cheeks were battered. Still they continued. The sadist landed'the strap to her inner cheeks and anus again and again. The others across her cheeks. Then, after some 50 lashes total, they stopped. They all changed places for round two and then again for round three.
"I think she has had enough" her uncle said.
"I say we turn her over" the sadist guy said.
They agreed and soon Stacy was nude face up and spread. The straps resumed but not as hard striking her stomach
and mound and fronts of her thighs and tops and soles of her bare feet. Then the sadist guy landed just one last crack
directly on her pussy. Her entire body shuddered as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
They freed her and let her off the table.
"GO wait for us in my bedroom Stacy" her uncle said.
The fun was about to begin.
All characters in this story are of legal age. THis story would never happen in real life.