Candy Among the Christians
Download 11.
Download Title, "Family Reunion"
Christopher Robinson
10:00 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Hello Wife, Hello Daughter
After a very fine dinner we finally arrived back at 2nd Evangelical. I was in
an excellent mood. I had just had a truly fine 12 oz. Ribeye at Ruth Chris' and
between the Rev. Payne and I we killed a bottle of a superb cab-sav and a
Zinfandel fruit bomb. We even gave a glass of each to Barbara who was playing
the role of a sophisticated young lady. Asparagus with Hollandaise sauce.
Awesome coffee. Today was the first day I could relax in a month. Since I
learned about Anne and Benji.
As we entered the lobby I could see that Anne had been having quite a night too.
As we walked up to the desk she fell at my feet and hugged my ankles begging
forgiveness. Her jacket was a wreck and her corset was lying on the desk next
to an empty bottle of Glenmorangie. Her hair was matted into a mess by dried
semen which also covered her face. A mixture of semen and blood was smeared
over her inner thighs and perineum which was also covered in whip welts. She
begged me to take her back, to forgive her, to think of our children, to have
mercy. The entertainment we had planned for her had obviously been effective.
We unchained her from the reception desk and took her back down to the treatment
room. A decade ago I forgave her after similar betrayal. I was not in the mood
to be so forgiving a second time. Barbara was clearly affected by the sight of
her mother but she kept her thoughts to herself.
When we finished navigating the maze to get us to Room B169, the Treatment Room,
I saw that my other daughter Elizabeth was not having a much better time than
her mother. She was strung up with her hands loosely suspended over her head.
Her backside and loins were a mass of crisscrossing whip welts and the bruises
on her breasts were starting to ripen from red to purple. She had an expression
of complete horror on her face. I can see that Dr. Strikt had been doing her
job.
Betty's punishment was nearing its end. Anne's ordeal had a long way to go.
Rev. Maximilian Payne
10:10 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Assessment and Instructions
Mr. Robinson was obviously pleased with how things were proceeding and
volunteered his thoughts effusively. He congratulated me that my ideas and
plans were far superior to his. Barbara was more bouncy and ebullient than I
had ever seen her before. I think that red wine agrees with the young lady.
Mrs. Robinson looked like Hell. In fact I think we had given her a little
foretaste of what Hell will be like if she doesn't reform. Her quest for sexual
pleasure here on earth could earn her an eternity of sexual pain hereafter. The
expression "fucked over" could have been explicitly invented to describe her
appearance.
Downstairs things had obviously progressed in a similar productive manner. Ms.
Elizabeth Robinson and Mrs. Candy Butz were both restrained with their arms in
the air and Mrs. Butz had her "bag" back on. Both the adolescent and the adult
had spectacular backsides, beaten with straps this afternoon and the bruised
flesh whipped this evening. Their breasts were also displaying the results of
careful attention with nicely ripening bruises. Patty also displayed the
results of her chastisement, breasts and buttocks marked with red and purple
whip tracks. All three of these ladies were obviously near the end of their
rope, so to speak.
I asked an obviously pleased Dr. Strikt how the accounting stood and what her
plans were. She indicated that Mrs. Butz needed fifteen more lashes with the
whip and recommended that ten be applied to her breasts and five to her
perineum. Miss Betty Robinson needed thirteen more lashes and the Dark Lady
suggested eight to the breasts and five to the perineum. Lastly she stated that
so far today Mrs. Anne Robinson had received twenty-four lashes, all to the
perineum. In Mrs. Anne Robinson's case, Dr. Strikt suggested that the remainder
of today's allotment, fifteen lashes, be applied to her breasts. I nodded in
agreement. Then I asked her, "What are your detailed plans". She replied,
First whip Elizabeth's breasts and then Candy's. While this is going on Patty
will clean up Mrs. Robinson. Then we will whip Anne's breasts. Lastly we will
chastise Elizabeth's and Candice's nether regions. This should all be
accomplished prior to the arrival of Dr. Shinezall at 11:00 PM. I told her
"Make it so". Mrs. Robinson was still a little too distracted to follow any of
this but Mrs. Butz and Ms. Elizabeth Robinson closely followed every word. Ms.
Barbara Robinson was mostly focused on Dr. Strikt.
I then turned my attention to my secretary. Patty was "all pootered out" so to
speak. It looked like Dr. Strikt had done a limited but very thorough job on
her. Loose strips of outer skin were dangling from some of the whip welts
across Patty's thoroughly bruised buttocks. The bleeding had stopped but the
cut skin was oozing pinked tinged fluid which glistened brightly. But my
secretary's demeanor was far more downcast than could be accounted for by the
beating she had received. I asked her "Had a long hard day?" She nodded in
affirmation. I told her "You need some compensatory time for the extra long
hard hours you put in today. Take tomorrow off as compensation. Be in on
Friday at 8:00 AM sharp. Now get dressed". That seemed to brighten her up a
bit.
Lastly I turned to Christopher Robinson. I pulled another folding chair out of
the storage area and set the two of them up so that we had a good view of both
Candy and Betty. I motioned for him to sit down. "You are in for quite a
spectacle. As a warm up to whipping your wife, Dr. Strikt will whip your
daughter Betty and another lady who is in need of harsh chastisement. Elsbeth
is more than an expert with the Norcod whip, she is a true artist. You will
probably never ever see anything like this ever again." Mr. Robinson looked
mellow and contented.
Ms. Elizabeth Robinson
10:15 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
My Father As Audience
No Way, SHIT. My father is behind this. And here I am, strung up by my arms.
And they are turning that bitch lesbo loose on me again. Eight to the tits and
five to the pussy with that whip of hers. I've seen it and felt it before. And
my father is in on it. My father is behind it. My father is sitting right
there in front of me. "Please Daddy, Please don't let her do it. Please don't
let her hurt me. Please Daddy, I'll be good. O please! OH! DADDY!"
Elsbeth Strikt, Ph.D.
10:20 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Elizabeth and Candice Reconsidered
All of the pleading of the little brat were in vain. She is mine now and will
be for another three years. I chose a four stranded Norcod whip with thongs
about two feet long and five knots spaced half an inch apart in the last two and
a half inches of each cord. When Elizabeth saw the whip she started screaming.
I did a full wind up and brought the whip down on the upper surface of her right
breast. Only the last three inches of the whip struck her breast. But Betty's
breasts had been tenderized with the strap-crop earlier this evening by Patty
and were now swollen and purple with bruises. Because she was hoisted up on her
tip-toes by her bondage, her breasts were stretched across her chest. The knots
of the Norcod 24/4/5 sliced right into the skin of the upper part of the breast.
Betty really started screaming now. I quickly followed with a second similar
blow to the upper part of her left breast. Her howls became unintelligible, no
words only animal noises. I paused for a moment to admire my work. Blood was
beginning to rise in a series of four cuts on the tops of each breast. She
wouldn't be wearing any low cut tank tops for a while. After almost a minute, I
backed off and measured off the right distance with a couple of practice swings
that just missed. The next four lashes would be coming in horizontally, from
the sides hitting first the out aspect of the right breast, then the outer
aspect of the left breast, then the inner aspect of the right breast and finally
the inner aspect of the left breast. Four smooth strokes, a one and a two and a
three and a four. Just like that. Just like dancing. I waited. After about a
minute and a half, as the young lady's screams subsided, I struck. A one and a
two and a three and a four. That's about as long as it took. Four more sets of
furrows cut, this time into the sides of her breasts, each no more than about
three inches long. Sixteen furrows, all ending up in the areola. At first she
was stunned. Then after about fifteen seconds she exploded. She pulled herself
up by her arms, legs flailing and thrashing. The air was positively rent by her
animal howling. It looked like a gymnastic exhibition on the parallel rings. I
would have given her ten out of ten. She screamed and twisted for over a
minute. Her entire body was becoming covered in sweat. Again, I waited until
she subsided into sobbing before I struck. I wanted my last two blows to come
from the bottom and so they did, completing the pattern. This time as she was
screaming her entire body began shaking violently and her eyes rolled up into
her orbits. It took a good minute and a half for the shakes to stop. As I took
the cloth soaked in vinegar brine and washed off her breasts to staunch the
bleeding, she fainted. Just about perfect I said to myself as I cleaned the
whip off with rubbing alcohol.
Now I turned my attention to Candy. Though the veiling of her hood she intently
watched everything I did to Betty. Ten for Candice with the same whip that so
nicely sliced up Betty's bruised breasts. Candy had a truly magnificent set of
mammaries. The kind that I lusted for when I was a girl. It would be the most
exquisite pleasure to slice these up. The same pattern as for Betty except I
would aim the blows to land an inch more peripheral from the nipple than on
Betty to accommodate the larger area of Candy's breasts. And the last two, I
would aim at the areolae and nipples, one lash for each breast. And I hit even
harder. Candy, of course was a screamer. I am surprised that Rev. Payne, with
his delicate ears didn't order her gagged. I guess he didn't want to spoil the
effect for Mr. Robinson. Candy outdid her previous efforts in the vocal area.
I took my time with Candy because I wanted the blood to flow a little. With
Candy's much bigger breasts, even though suspending her by the wrists stretched
the breasts, they still had a lot of giggle. And giggle they did every time
they were beaten, a ripple coursing through the struck breast. And Candy swung
around from side to side with each blow much more than Betty did. Soon every
time the lash hit, a dozen or more droplets of blood would be swung off by her
movements. I guess that this is a novel dance for her. A ballet of blood.
Again I let her hang for a bit while I wiped off my whip and before I put the
brine to her bleeding breasts. I wanted the blood to drip off. I loved the
sight of the blood pooling on her nipples and dripping off. Pity, when I
applied the vinegar brine to her lacerated skin, she didn't pass out. I thought
I must be losing my touch. Candy only howled. Done, I turned to Max and Chris
and gave a little bow. They stood up and applauded.
Candice Butz
10:25 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Whipping Artistry, Bullshit
It was funny. The Dark Lady was now out less to cause pain than to injure.
Many of the earlier things she did to us were more painful. Now she was cutting
more, she was out to draw blood. Not that it didn't hurt. It hurt like hell.
Just imagine how painful your skin is because it is all bruised from an earlier
beating. Now whip it. The pain is just as bad as from the first beating and
maybe worse. But this time she was out for blood, and got it. She seemed to
scent the blood and get turned on by it. Like some kind of predatory animal.
Her pupils kept contracting and dilating. By the time she was finishing my
breast whipping I could swear she was panting, and not just from the physical
exertion. She was in the same trance as I have seen in ballerinas during a
great performance. She was totally, physically, in all her senses wrapped up in
her art. As she sponged my bleeding breasts with brine her fingers caressed
each of the multitude of cuts with their whealed edges. She was adoring her
art. I was thinking that it will probably be a couple of weeks before I wear a
bra again.
Earlier while Dr. Strikt was whipping Elizabeth's breasts, I observed that Patty
took Anne over to the shower area, stripped her of her jacket, corset, hose and
shoes, and washed her down. After that I was preoccupied with my own breast
whipping. Then through bleary eyes I watch Patty and Barbara take Elizabeth down
and suspend her mother up in her place. When she was done with me, Dr. Strikt
went over to Anne Robinson. She announced to Mrs. Robinson that she was going
to get fifteen lashes to her breasts with that nasty Norcod whip. The Dark Lady
seem to take delight in pointing out the damage done to Betty's boobs by 8 and
to my boobs by 10 and just imagine what 15 would do to mommy. Mrs. Robinson
looked a lot better than she did when she arrived at 10 PM but as the reality of
what they were going to do to her rack sunk in, she became disconsolate and
began to sob and plea for mercy. Meanwhile Patty and Barbara were setting up
Elizabeth in the GYNe table, feet in the stirrups, ass hanging over the end of
the table. As Betty woke up she did not appear to have pleasant memories of her
last visit to the table. She struggled as much as she could in her weakened
condition but to no avail. From the conversations I heard earlier I suppose I
am shortly to take her place on the table.
Mrs. Anne Robinson
10:30 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Mutilation
I see and I understand what this fiend from Hell is after. She is under the
control of that third rate fundamentalist preacher, Rev. Payne. The wonderful
hypocritical minister is probably being paid off by my schmuck of a husband to
torture me, and it looks like my daughter as well. They have just whipped the
shit out of her tits and they are going to do an even nastier job on my tits.
And it doesn't matter how much I scream and carry on, they are going to mutilate
me. That bitch is not even just interested in inflicting pain. She beat
Elizabeth's breasts with a whip that just didn't raise welts, it cut the skin to
ribbons. Fifteen! And eight left Betty's boobs bleeding. And that lady with
the bag over her head. They beat her boobs until they bled! What the hell am I
going to do to get out of this.
Here she come, that tall, dark, flat chested lady in the white, high necked
blouse, the long black skirt and the dark stockings that beat my pussy this
afternoon. What am I going to do? Yes, yes, yes I know you are going to give
me fifteen lashes as hard as you can. I really don't know what a fucking Norcod
whip is and I really don't give a shit. Now she is taking what looks like an
old fashioned clothesline and wrapping it around the base of my boobs. She is
tying my boobs together. Hey not so tight. She is making something like a bra
out of rope and tying it around my tits. Ouch, that hurts.
OH! OH! OH! SHIIITTTT! That hurt. She used the whip right across the top of
both of my breasts from the right side. OH! NO! OH! NO! OH! NO! She moved over
to my left side and laid that whip right over both of my breasts again except
from the opposite side. God that hurt. That whip is made from electrical lamp
cord, with the two wires separated. The ends of each plastic coated wire is
tied into knots. SHIT! NO! NO! NO! ARRGH! She did it again. Oh did that
hurt. Those knots just cut right into the skin. OOOOHHHH! PLEASE NO, PLEASE
NO, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. A fourth across my breasts. My tities are starting
to bleed. Oh God did that hurt. She is backing up and standing in front of me.
I think she is going to hit me from the front rather than the sides. OHHH! OHHH!
OHH! PLEASE! Oh God that hurt. No not the other breast, AAARRGGHH! Oh that
hurt. That makes six, nine more to go. I will never make it. Again the top of
my right breast PLEASE! NO! NO! DON"T HURT ME. No No, not my left breast. OH
PLEASE! I NEVER HURT YOU, WHY ARE YOU HURTING ME! Eight, seven more to go.
EEIIIGGHH! Coming in from the side right on my right nipple. EEIIGGHH from the
other side on my left nipple. My mouth is dry, I can't get my breath. EEIIGGHH
Nipple again. I can't breathe. EEIIGGHH! My legs can't stand, I can't
breath, let me loose. Three more. I am bleeding. My blood is dripping from my
breasts.
Elsbeth Strikt, Ph.D.
10:35 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Thoughts on Breast Beating and Pussy Whipping
Mrs. Robinson is a real swine. Squeals just like an animal in pain. Her tits
sag like the dugs of a sow. After Patty gave Anne a shower you could really
tell where she has had plastic surgery. Her now clean face shines because the
tucks she has had have stretched the skin and made it shiny. In the bright light
I can see how the plastic surgeon moved her nipples up when he tried to fix her
sagging breasts. Tuck them up. Same thing on the belly. I can see where the
skin was tightened up to try and keep that belly taut. Probably took out some
fat while he was at it.
Well I am doing some plastic surgery on her breast. With my whip. I am
shredding a little skin. Making cuts. Making it bleed. Anne is going insane
with the pain and terror. She is really freaking out. Well that is my mandate.
Welcome to Hell Mrs. Robinson. I think that you believe that I am going to whip
the tits right off of you. There, pass out, see if I care. We have just barely
begun to work on you. You will suffer for a long time.
Your daughter Elizabeth is coming around. The day is almost over for her. Move
her over to the table, spread her legs and bind her ankles to the stirrups. She
had a bit of a pussy whipping earlier today. Now we will finish the job. First
she took a few blows on her vulva. Then those Haitians pumped her vagina with
their huge dicks. Now that the perineal meat is tenderized, I will slice it
with my whip. My young lady, your pussy will soon be so sore and battered that
you will not want to even think of more fucking around until you reach your
majority. Good. That is what you need. You started off on the wrong foot but
I am putting you right. Another couple of sessions and you will be a decent
God-fearing young woman. Too late to save your virginity but that seems to mean
next to nothing to your generation.
Ms. Barbara Robinson
10:45 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Mom and Sis
I am amazed at how dispassionate I can be about the torment that my mother and
younger sister are going through. But then I never liked either of them and
they are grievous sinners. They are so different from me and dad. We try to
follow the Commandments of God and they just always seem to go out of their way
to do wrong. I don't understand how they find evil so attractive. Why can't
they do what they are supposed to do. Maybe this chastisement will force them
to see the error of their Sin. Me, I have never even been spanked in my three
years at 2nd Evangelical, let alone subjected to one of the more severe
disciplines. And Second Evan, as we call it is the strictest private high
school in this huge city.
Actually, I wouldn't mind being spanked. I would show them just how strong I
am. I would never cry or scream or anything like that. Actually I hope that
someday Dr. Strikt disciplines me. My mom and sister, on the other hand Sin all
the time. This last little stunt was particularly wicked, both of them having
sex with the same boy. Yucko! Actually, I hate boys. Pimples, always groping
you, thinking only with their penis. No elegance, just stiff little penises. I
just don't see what mom and Betty see in them, why they lust after them.
Well, mom and Elizabeth are certainly getting their Chastisement now. Boy, and
how. I watched while Betty had her boobies worked over. When Dr. Strikt
started they were already bruised from some earlier beating. Dr. Strikt did a
beautiful job with her whip making cuts that ran from the base of the breast
down to the nipple. Nice bloody cuts. Pretty. Mom hadn't had her breasts
beaten earlier. Dr. Strikt made a crisscrossed pattern on her breasts. And boy
did those cuts bled. Both mom and Betty screamed and howled like animals when
their breasts were scourged. As did that other lady. The one with the really
pretty breasts. She screamed the loudest. I wouldn't have even whimpered. Mom
never even made it all the way through her whipping. She passed out with two to
go. Not very brave. Some day I will get Dr. Strikt to whip me. I am sure she
would do a special job on me. I know that I am her favorite student.
Now they have Betty on the table, legs spread and Dr. Strikt is going to give
her five lashes of the whip on her private parts. Boy, she is already bruised
there. Oh boy I'll bet that it hurt. She really screamed when the whip struck
across the lips of her gynie. Now Dr. Strikt is moving to the other side and
hitting across Betty's pussy lips from the other side. Both of those whip blows
cut my younger sister's pussy lips. Dr. Strikt does everything very slow. I
have never been down here to the Treatment Room before but I have heard the
stories from the other girls. Dr. Strikt goes back to the other side and
slashes with the whip across my sister's privates again. Moves to the other
side and hits again. That makes four. Betty is really starting to bleed now
and boy is she screaming. Dr. Strikt has Patty wipe Betty's bottom down with a
liquid that makes Betty really scream but stops the bleeding. While Dr. Strikt
waits, she wipes down her whip with rubbing alcohol. Dr. Strikt looks so cool.
I'll bet that if she whipped my bottom I wouldn't scream or yell. I would show
her how brave I am, look at her lovingly and she would love me. I love her more
than my mother. Finally, Dr. Strikt stands besides my sister's head and
delivers a blow from above. The tails of the whip cut in all the way from my
sister's asshole up to her pubis. What a blow! There, Betty has fainted again.
What a wuz. I am glad to see her being punished for her sins. She used to get
away with everything because mommy preferred her. Well mommy can't protect her
now. Now both of them are paying for their sins.
Candice Butz
10:50 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
Hang In There
This place is really starting to seem like a surreal movie. I wonder if
everyone here is nuts. After the Dark Lady whipped the Robinson girl's tits and
made a blood mess of my tits, she really laid into Anne Robinson's breasts.
First she did a bondage job on them. Actually looked pretty nice, certainly
took the sag out of them and made them stand out again. Improved on what the
plastic surgeon did and at a far cheaper rate. Then she laid down a crisscross
pattern of cuts on those bound boobies. Anne didn't appreciate things much. In
any case she fainted before the Dark Lady was even done. Boy I really don't
like it when the blood spatters.
Then they put the girl onto the GYN table. Dr. Strikt only gave her five lashes
with the whip but given the bruised condition of the girls cunny, those five
really cut things up. Again blood was spattering. And the girl passed out.
Now they are taking me over to the damn table. Strikt says I will get five as
well. You can be sure I will yell as loud as I can. I know that it hurts Rev.
Payne's ears but tough shit. Maybe the Dark Lady is getting tired. In the last
hour she had doled out forty-three lashes with that whip of hers. Pray God that
arm is getting weak. Here come mine.
Oh that hurt. Earlier today I took a few in the crotch from behind that caused
bruising and swelling of my labia. God, Oh that hurt, the second. The whip
really cut in from the side. Unlike earlier when I was spread out prone on the
horse, bound supine on the table I can just see my perineum if I scrunch my chin
down into my breast bone. Oh shit, the third, that really hurt. Yeah, she is
cutting up the lips of my pussy. She seems to love mutilating our breasts and
privates. Whipping our butts was to give us pain, the breasts and pussy
whippings is to cut us. Oh damn, the fourth. Of course I am keeping up one
continuous scream and I have a big mouth. Ah, the fifth and last. Now I can
stop screaming. Now I can put my head back. Now I can relax. From listening
in on their chatter I think that this is it for me for tonight. God I hope so.
Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit! She just sponged what smells like vinegar on my
pussy, God did that string. Oh please Lord, no more today.
Christopher Robinson
10:55 PM, Wednesday August 1st, 2001
The Gentle Sex
This is just simply the most amazing thing I have ever seen. A teenage girl and
two women whipped into insensibility by that tall dark-haired, middle-aged
teacher. Apparently her name is Dr. Strikt and she is Barbara's favorite
teacher. And Dr. Strikt took such obvious pleasure in it. Anne seems to have
had the worst of it. Even though her backside is unmarked, the skin of her
breasts appears to be shredded and in tatters. The brine solution they used to
staunch the bleeding has done its job. But thin sanguine fluid oozes from at
least a dozen cuts on each breast. Anne's breasts are also purple from the
obstruction of blood flow caused by the lines that are binding them together. I
have to admit that the breast bondage makes her boobs perkier than I have seen
them in over twenty years. Anne's nether regions are also oozing and as they
are bringing her back around, she is standing very bow-legged. Earlier this
evening it looked like they had given her quite a beating there. And being
rogered by those two security guards and then about a dozen picked guys from our
various plants around town probably didn't help things internally. Well, that's
the idea. I want her to hurt. I want it to be a couple of months before she
sticks her boobs out again. I want her to associate intercourse with pain for
the rest of her life. I want her to scream whenever an erect penis comes
anywhere near her. But that tall dark-haired teacher with the flat chest really
loves her work. I was watching her eyes I she whipped Anne's breasts. They
were pig eyes.
I almost felt sorry for Elizabeth. She was quite cruelly treated. Her earlier
beatings had bruised her backside and breasts and the whipping she was given
just before we returned had left her with cuts in her buttocks and thighs. But
the most pathetic thing of all was the obvious lust with which Dr. Strikt
whipped my girls breasts and perineum. Who ever called them the gentle sex was
obviously in error. Dr. Strikt was obviously off in a world of her own, doing a
great performance. I know that these things are necessary. I just wish that
Dr. Strikt did not so obviously enjoy it. Elizabeth definitely did not. She
may even bear a few scars from today, although Dr. Shinezall said that it
impossible to predict in a fifteen-year-old. He says that they heal like rats.
Well, there is no other way. The last time with my older daughter I tried the
route of forgiveness and look where it got me. Elizabeth has to suffer.
Hopefully, when we assess her progress in a few days, no further extreme
chastisements will be warranted. I certainly hope so. Meanwhile we will keep
her away from her mother.
The third lady is a puzzle. She is wearing a veiled hood over her head but I
can still tell that she is blond. She has an awesome body, everything perfect,
tits, ass, legs, thighs, WOW! She has taken a beating today and has cuts all
over her body. But her body language is different than Anne's. Anne is beat
and broken, which is good. Anne will be broken even more before we are done.
The blond lady moves as though her spirit is intact. She has been bloodied and
she screams like nothing I have ever seen. But I suspect that Dr. Strikt has
not broken her. That blond lady is faking a good deal of her pain. She can
fool Dr. Strikt who is distracted by blood-lust but she can't fool me. I know
her from somewhere.
