Candy Among the Christians
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Elsbeth Strikt, Ph.D.
6:00 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Whipping Time
Well, well, well. I have three girls, all naked and all in need of a good
whipping. Where shall I start. Candy, Beth or Patty. This much I can say,
Candy and Beth have well prepared bottoms, all ready for definitive
chastisement. "Patty, we need to sit down and talk about things." I motioned
her to sit down on the metal card chair next to mine. "Metal is so cold on bare
buttocks, isn't it?" She nods in reply. "Good" I comment. I can see that she
is starting to shiver, and not simply from the cold metal seat she is sitting
on. She has been in a state of apprehension all day over her impending
punishment. She knows it is coming but she doesn't known when or what or how
many. Good. We will keep her in a state of apprehension. To tell the truth I
have not yet decided her fate. Tush, tits or pussy. Or some combination. She
has sucked my cunt already once today. I may have more relief from her yet
today. I may keep her until late and then chastise her just before midnight
while the other victims are resting. And awaiting the start of their August 2nd
punishment. Or maybe I will discipline her at 8 PM. But in any case it will
not be now. Now it is Candy's turn. And then Elizabeth's turn. I will let
Patty know that her time has not yet come. "Well girl, you probably have that
seat comfortably warm from the heat of your body. Time to let it cool. Stand
up, we have Mrs. Butz, my new teacher to deal with. And then Elizabeth
Robinson, your new student to deal with." Patty's fulsome sigh of relief was
audible.
Next, I needed to orient Patty as to the magnitude and order of the tasks ahead
of us. "We need to prioritize what we need to do" I began. "In general, before
we apply the whip, the skin needs to be prepared. We also need to remember that
when using the whip we are bound by the biblical injunction to strike no more
than two score less one blows in a day. Now, in the case of Mrs. Butz we are
free and clear. Although we have thoroughly spanked her behind, she has not yet
today been stuck with the whip. In Elizabeth's case, we have already given her
six strokes with the whip to her nether regions. Therefore, prior to midnight
we should give her no more than thirty-three blows of the whip. Lastly, in the
case of Mrs. Robinson, since she has already received twenty-four strikes of the
whip, this August 1st, we can give her no more than fifteen with the whip.
Therefore we have, for Candy, thirty nine lashes to dispense; for Beth, thirty
three lashes, and for Anne, fifteen lashes. Now, to be perfectly honest, all of
these reckonings exclude the strap and the switch. But still, they impel us to
plan ahead.
Patty had to admit that she had never been impelled to calculate punishments a
forehand. So she and I sat down and parcelled out the punishment session in
advance. What were the sites available for punishment. What could be spanked.
How many strokes of the whip were available. What about the switch and the rod.
Patty was amazed about what had to be thought out in advance.
Finally, we, the two of us, took to our tasks. The first thing we did was to
remove the hood and hoist Candy to full attention. For the last three hours she
had merely been standing with her arms loosely suspended over her head and her
feet firmly (or as firmly as can be encompassed in high heels) on the ground.
Using the remote control we tightened up the lines attached to her arms.
Eventually, this had the effect of lifting her up until she stood on tip-toes.
This is a position that can only be maintained for just so long before
excruciating cramps started to torture first the calves and then the thighs.
This was part of the plan. It also displayed her magnificent breasts, thrust
out and begging for chastisement. At this point Patty and I discussed our next
moves. I noted "We are bound by the rules to inflict no more than 39 strokes of
the whip in a day. In the case of Candy, although she has been prepared by the
application of the strap, she has not yet felt the whip. Therefore in the next
six hours, we may chastise her with the full complement of 36 lashes. But first
we shall prepare her breasts for a whipping by application of the spanking crop.
You will see how well suited it is for bruising the breasts and making the
nipples swell." Patty was paying appropriate attention. Candy was attentive
but did not appear to be fascinated. Horrified, yes! Fascinated no! "You will
get your opportunity to practice your whipping skills on Miss Robinson. Because
she is only 15 years old, we will not prepare her breasts for the whip by
spanking them. So first we will whip tit, then we will flog ass, and lastly we
will whip pussy."
Candice Butz
6:15 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Looks Bad for Me
Shit! I have had from three o'clock to six o'clock to recover. About all that
this has given me are two realizations. First, these folks have planned things
out to three decimal places. Two, they are a ruthless bunch of sadists.
Conclusion, short term it looks bad for me. If I am going to come out ahead in
the long run, I have to grit my teeth, ride out the short run, and play the game
in the long run. Right now, the Dark Lady is in charge. She is developing her
mignon, the brainless Patty. I have to work to develop a relationship with the
Rev. Payne. Meantime I have to survive the designs of the Dark Lady. It is
merely a matter of reverting back to the thought patterns of a decade and a half
ago. First survive. No matter how painful.
Surviving is easier said than done when your boss is approaching you with a
riding crop that culminates in a six inch long, one inch wide piece of leather
with which she is going to beat your tits to a black and blue mess. And that is
the preliminary. Later she is going to whip your breasts until your nipples
bleed. Marvelous! I hope to get though this without an excessive loss of
blood. I wish I was a decade younger. Then, I had the resiliency of youth, and
the stupidity.
Her and her stupid punishment litany. Yada, yada, yada! OK you are going to
hit me twenty times. Ten on each breast. And you are going to hit me with a
riding crop modified to carry, on its end, a strap. SHIT! First three blows on
the tops of each breast. Oh GOD does that hurt. I have learned to make a lot
of noise. That gratifies them. Fortunately, the Dark Lady has stuffed
between my teeth a piece of rawhide. Apparently she does not want me to break
teeth by clenching my jaws each time I am struck. Fine. I will scream as best
I can around the leather. Oh Shit That Hurts. Screaming seems to make them
happy. So each time my breasts are hit I will make them happy. Oh Shit. No
need to play control games. Just try to minimize the pain. Oh Shit! Some day
I will get back at that bitch and her little dog Patty. OH SHIT!
OK, fourteen left. Now it looks like six on the undersides of my boobs. She
has Patty stand in back of me and grab my nipples in her finger, and lift my
boobs up so that she can get a better whap on the lower portions of my boobs.
SHIT! that hurt. Someday I will get my licks in on Patty. She doesn't have to
squeeze my nipples that hard. SHIT! Why do you have to beat every part of my
breasts. SHIT! I will someday get back at you. SHIT! I scream meaningless
obscenities at them. That means that they will believe that they are really
hurting me. Well they are. SHIT! You really hurt me that time. SHIT, OK now
move on to something else. You have given me eight, I realize that I have
twelve more coming.
OK Dark Lady you are winding up you back hand. I'll bet that means you are
going to hit the sides of my breasts now. OOHHH! Hey you only have eleven
left. AAUUGH! Only ten left. AUUGH! Nine left. I don't know how much of this
I can take. OOHH! Eight left. You have now hit each boob twice, once from the
left and once from the right. AAUUGGHH! Seven left. I'll bet that watching
them bounce and jiggle and ripple really turns you on. OHH! six more to go.
AUUGFH! Coming back from the other side, five. OH! OH! OH! Bitch, someday I
will get back at you. Three! OH! Come on Dark Lady, do your worst. OHH! Two more
blows. SSHHITT! ONE MORE! AARRGGHH THE LAST ONE. SCREAM AS LOUD AS YOU CAN
LADY!!
What I cannot understand, and what worries me, is that the Dark Lady failed to
hit my nipples. I don't believe that this is because she doesn't know what
nipples are or where they are located. I suspect that she has some other plans
in mind. I heard them discussing the limitations on the punishment they could
inflict. No more than 39 lashes of the whip. In my case this is bad since they
have yet to hit me once with the whip. Mrs. Robinson's daughter over there
already has six. Therefore she can get no more than thirty-three with the whip.
And, of course, Mrs. Robinson herself, having already received twenty-four, can
get no more than fifteen of the whip. Whoop-de-doo!
Elsbeth Strikt, Ph.D.
6:30 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Nipples Next
"Now Patty observe closely. We have nicely spanked the skin of Candy's breasts
but have left her nipples alone. This is because I have saved them for special
treatment. Put the strapping crop back and fetch me the other, more
conventional riding crop." My naked assistant bid as she was told. I now took
the remote control and activating the electrical winches raised Mrs. Butz just
that little bit higher until just the tips of her toes were touching the floor.
When Patty handed me the crop I explained, "I want to hit just the nipple with
the very tip of the crop. This means that Mrs. Butz must hold very still. We
are, after all, talking about tolerances of a half inch or less. If she is just
on the verge of total suspension, it will require all of her effort to keep her
toes on the ground. She has no leeway to wiggle without losing her tenuous
hold."
I measured out, carefully, the distance between Candy's nipple and the length of
the crop and my outstretched arm. After a couple of adjustments and practice
swings I pronounced her punishment. Half a dozen on each nipple. Then I wound
up and swung. Mrs. Butz literally exploded and danced on air. She scissored
her legs and actually pulled herself up by her arms while screaming at the top
of her lungs. It must have been close to a minute before she regained her toes.
Her face and neck were flushed red with the exertion. Then I struck the left
nipple eliciting a similar response, although she regained her toehold a little
sooner. As soon as her struggles ceased I hit the right nipple a second time.
She was tiring more rapidly now. A second strike on her left nipple brought the
total to four. She was panting and moaning. Both nipples were now rapidly
swelling. This time Candy was unable to get back up on her toes and just hung
there limply. I quickly finished the next eight strokes of the crop completing
my tasks just as she fainted. Her nipples were swollen to almost four times
their normal size and had the color of spoiled hamburger.
As I lowered Candy down Patty remarked on how severe Candy's reaction was. I
explained that this particular type of beating is probably the most painful
punishment a woman will ever endure. "The pain is exceptionally intense, almost
like an electrical shock in its nature but far more intense. I don't think that
anybody can endure more than twelve of those hits. I have often seen women
faint after four and I myself usually faint at ten. But many women are sexually
aroused as well." Perhaps I shouldn't have said that because Patty got an
exceedingly shocked expression on her face. I am not sure that she realizes
that I myself undergo periodic extreme chastisements. To distract her I told
her to inspect Mrs. Butz's genitals to see if the nipple treatment had induced
secretions. Sure enough, she was dripping. I further instructed Patty "Candy
probably never even realized that this extreme stimulation of her nipples
triggered a genital reflex. Her mind was probably overwhelmed by the pain in
her breasts combined with the pain of her suspension and the cramping of her
calf and thigh muscles."
Elsbeth Strikt, Ph.D.
6:45 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Beating Betty's Breasts
Patty and I carried the unconscious Mrs. Butz over to the horse and positioned
her there, securely fastening the restraints. Then I gave Patty her charge,
Elizabeth. "Now since Elizabeth is only fifteen you will have to go easier.
Her breasts are no where as large as Candy's. Let us figure ten strokes with
the strapping crop and four on the nipples with the riding crop". Elizabeth had
been paying careful attention to what had been occurring on the opposite side of
the room from where she was standing with her arms restrained over her head.
She was not gagged and when I mentioned the numbers she starting crying and
pleading for mercy. I said to Elizabeth as I hoisted her up by activating the
remote "Scream all you want. The delicate ears of Rev. Payne are no longer
here. This room is very effectively sound insulated so that no one outside of
this room can hear you. And to tell you the truth, your screaming is music to
my ears."
Patty went about it with a will and soon Elizabeth had screamed herself hoarse.
And although her breasts were smaller than Candy's, her nipples and areolae were
large. I had figured Elizabeth's tolerance to pain out pretty well and Patty
had a nice slow pace. She used the strapping crop to good effect, resolutely
laying the strap portion across the upper portion of Elizabeth's breast with
each stroke. The first two strokes went right across the middle. The third and
fourth went just below the first two and just above the areola. The fifth and
sixth went above the first and second. These six strokes, three on each breast,
magically transformed the white skin, protected against the tanning effect of
the sun by the young girls bikini, instantly red. At this point Patty paused to
inspect her handiwork and watched as the red areas developed wheals. Betty
would have bruises that would last for weeks. I don't think that the young lady
was as concerned with potential bruises as she was about the acute pain. Every
blow from Patty's crop had elicited a screaming curse. The girl was now panting
and her chest was covered with fine beads of sweat. Her pupils were widely
dilated and her eyes had a crazed looked.
I next suggested to Patty that the final four blows with the strap crop be
directed to the undersides of Elizabeth's breasts. These mammary glands were
not large and the girl was young enough so that there was no sagging and her
suspension bondage meant that the breasts were stretched tightly over her chest
by her taughtly uplifted arms. This combination of factors meant that Betty's
lower breasts presented a target that could not be ignored. Patty did her best,
standing to Betty's right and delivering a blow to the underside of the first
the right and then the left breast. Then moving over to Betty's left and
delivering blows to Betty's right and left breasts. This punishment left the
young girl screaming insanely.
Elizabeth was nearing the end of her endurance, the girl could not take much
more pain before passing out. Patty gave her a rest as she exchanged her
strapping crop for a regular riding crop. However, Elizabeth was still pretty
dazed when Patty resumed her beating. Four blows to the nipples brought Betty
to the brink of unconsciousness, but not over. The young woman didn't even
respond to the torture of her nipples by screaming, she only moaned with each
blow. It would be some time before we could inflict pain on her again. I
lowered her down until her feet were solidly on the floor and gave her a little
slack for her arms. As her arms were released from the tension they started to
shake and the young lady's knees were knocking. Patty held her up for a minute
or two until Elizabeth became steady enough to stand on her own. None-the-less
her eyes remained glazed and unfocused. Her breasts certainly responded
beautifully to the beating. The skin was a nice deep red-purple and the nipples
were absolutely tense with swelling. It would be a week before she wore a bra
again. Any further abuse with either the switch or a whip would probably tear
the skin right open. I will let her father decide whether her breasts need to
be further punished.
As usual after inflicting and witnessing sufficient torments to drive women out
of their senses, I was intensely aroused. It was almost five hours since I had
my release and over those five hours I had become progressively more stimulated
first by the violent pussy whipping of Anne Robinson and then by the rape of her
and her daughter by the security guards and finally by the breast beatings.
Should I take this opportunity to masturbate and have Patty eat me? Or should I
wait until just before nine o'clock and make Candy and Elizabeth, both of whom
should be quite thoroughly broken by then, eat me and suck my tits? I think
that I can make it until nine. Maybe I will even rape one or both of them with
the strap-on dildo. I always find that a strap-on rape gives me truly superior
orgasms. Well, I think that in any case it's time for Patty to once again
awaken Mrs. Butz with a little ammonia up the nose.
Ms. Elizabeth Robinson
6:55 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Unpleasant Reality
Yeah. This is no drug induced dream or hallucination. This is reality. There
is too much pain for this to be a product of my imagination. Try to deny it as
I will, there are some supremely evil people out there. And they are inflicting
some really severe pain on my body. They seem to enjoy beating me. As the
conscious portion of my mind withdraws deeper and deeper from the pain the
realization grows that I hate these people. And someday I will have my revenge
on them. In the meantime I must focus all my efforts on surviving the pain. I
must not set them off any further. They can control my behavior because of
their ability to make me hurt. I will do anything they want. I want to avoid
pain. I have never felt pain like this before in my life. Nobody among all the
people I know can even imagine pain like this. If need be I will be their
slave. But I hate them. I will someday get even. My hate will grow. Oh! Damn
it, the pain is bad. I hate them.
