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Chapter 5: Patricia Carlyle – The Initiation
Patricia Carlyle was older than Anna Beaumont, I guessed by at least five or six years. She did not have a slim physique like Anna did. In fact, she was on the verge of being chubby, though she could not be called fat. She had a slightly darker complexion than Anna, and in her anxiety she was perspiring quite a bit. Her facial features were reasonably attractive, with a sharp chin that betrayed the presence of a soft double chin behind it. Her breasts rode high on her chest, and her nipples stood out from areolas which were bigger than I had seen on most other women. Patricia was the kind of woman who’d make you automatically reach for the whip if you were torturing her. If a woman is too skinny, it’s no fun whipping her. But Patricia had just the right amount of padding in just the right places. She stood shackled to the frame, and a whipping is what she would get.
I wanted one of the other women to administer the whipping. Erica was still holding the cane in her hands, and I could see the impressions of her turned-on nipples as they pushed out against her bra. But she had already had a share of fun, and it was time to call someone else. I decided to call one of the women from my woman-power team.
“Madeline! Come over here.”
The elderly women walked over from the group, her sagging breasts swinging from side to side as she made her way across the deck to where I was standing.
“Yes, Sir?”
I picked up the whip from the ground and pulled Madeline close to me. I held the whip bunched up in my hands, and stroked her neck and breasts with the strap. I felt her breathing become more rapid and the slightest hint of red began to spread across her wrinkled cheeks.
“Madeline,” I said softly, “In a few days you’re going to feel this again on your body.”
She was panting by now.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you, Sir.”
“But today, I want you to use it on Patricia over there. Okay?”
Madeline’s eyes flashed with lust as she looked across towards Patricia, and then back towards me.
“No problem, Sir.” she said, as she moved towards the bound woman. Patricia stiffened as she saw Madeline approach her, and she began to moan softly.
Madeline took up position in front of Patricia, and gently pulled the strap of the whip across her naked body. Patricia began to whimper at the anticipation of what was sure to follow.
When she tired of teasing Patricia, I saw Madeline draw back the whip, and then launch it into Patricia’s heaving bosom.
Crack!!! The whip ripped across Patricia’s breasts, leaving a red stripe above her areolas.
“Aaaaahhhhh!!! Have mercy please!!”
But mercy was something Madeline was unlikely to have this soon. I watched in admiration as the elderly lady launched into the young woman with the whip, her own breasts lurching wildly from side to side as she aimed another stroke at Patricia.
Crack!!! She landed the whip right across Patricia’s left nipple, which tucked in and then bounced back out, as she threw her head back and wailed.
“Oooooooooohhhh!!!!!”
Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!! Madeline gave Patricia a series of forehand-backhand strokes, all aimed at the underside of her breasts. Patricia’s breasts bounced as the whip thrashed them this way and that.
“Oh my God!!! Yeeeooooooowwww!!!! Aaaaaaaaaarghhhhh!!!! Ooooooooohhh!!!!”
Patricia was sobbing now, with tears running down her flushed cheeks. But this did not seem to have any effect on Madeline, who continued stroking her with the whip.
Crack!!!
“Oh Gaaaaawwwwwwdd!!! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!” hollered Patricia, as the tip of the whip flicked her right nipple.
The other women were looking on with mixed reactions. Some of them were enjoying the spectacle of Patricia being whipped. Others were covering their own breasts at the very thought. One woman was fingering her nether regions. I marked her out, since I didn’t know her. I intended to catch up with her later on.
Crack!! Crack!! Crack!!! Madeline continued to pound Patricia’s bosom with the whip. Patricia had her head thrown back and was hanging from her hands, her feet no longer able to support her weight.
“All right, Madeline, that’s enough.”
Madeline dropped the whip and walked over to Patricia to give each of her nipples a firm squeeze that made her almost limp with pain.
“The initiation of Patricia Carlyle is now complete.” Announced Erica.
“Okay. Everybody else below decks. Back to work. All except Anna and Patricia and Madeline.”
The other women filed down the stairs.
“Okay. The new recruits will now honor one of the senior most members of our organization, Madeline. Anna and Patricia, come forward and give her nipples a good sucking.”
The two women were initially uncomfortable at the idea, but Erica swished the cane through the air, and they trotted forward to do the needful. Madeline stood on the deck confidently with her hands behind her head and her sagging breasts jutting out, while the two younger women took each of her nipples in their mouths and began to suck them. Madeline put her hands around each of their necks to guide their movements.
I looked at Erica, still standing there with her nipples pushing at her bra.
“Erica, won’t you let me have a go at your tits?” I asked.
She smiled broadly.
“I am so honored, Sir.” she said, as she dropped her bra to the deck and came towards me.
“Hand behind your head, Captain.” I said, taking her nipples in between my fingers.
She giggled as she moved her hands behind her head, exposing her ample breasts to me.
“Suck at them till I lactate, Sir.” she said, smiling coyly.
“Will you lactate?” I asked.
“I might…” she said, with a wink, fingering one of her nipples.
I sank into her with great relish.
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