Chapter VII - Things move Upwards
Chris smiled as he surmised that Carol had no idea what the strap was for.
Turning to Susan he said, "Explain to Carol the purpose of the strap Susan,"
Chris instructed. After all that she had been through, Susan still was able to
blush scarlet as she gulped with the order. It was one thing to be naked and
have your bottom spanked in front of another person. That was horrible enough,
but to have to describe what you are going to receive, the discipline that is
meted out, well that was really hard, but she did her best. Not able to look
Carol directly in the eyes, she said, "This strap is for having one's titties
spanked," she choked out. Carol's eyes widen in disbelief. Chris said to Susan,
"one's?" And Susan quickly corrected herself, "my titties." "Titties, you mean
you're going to strap her boobies," Carol said half excitedly and half
fearfully. "Carol you've so much to learn if you are going to be a
disciplinarian," Chris said, "No discipline session of a naughty girl is
complete without a good tittie whipping, and as severe as it might sound to you
these globes that you girls are endowed with, when administered correctly, can
take a good blistering." Taking the strap from her hands, Chris continued,
"Would you like to find out?" "Oh NO, NO," Carol yelled both hands instantly
covering her large titties. "You're going to have to have your titties whipped
someday if you really want to make another girls boobs dance, other wise you
won't know how severe, severe can be," Chris said, "but I realize all this is
new to you and so, we'll go easy and let Susan demonstrate." "Arms behind your
back young lady," Chris told Susan. She did so, pushing her shoulders back, and
straightening up so that her boobs rose on her chest. A second later the tip of
the strap stung her left tittie just below the nipple. Susan let out an audible
gasp. Chris reached forward and cupped her breast massaging the part that head
been stung, he then stepped back and with his backhand he made her right tittie
leap up, and then fall back down on her chest. Again, he massaged the stripe
that was forming. Susan smiled inwardly with the knowledge of what was
happening. Chris was an expert at this kind of discipline, and he was able to
kiss her boobs and make it look and sound like he was in the midst of tearing
them from her body. But, Susan realized that her punishment was over with the
scalding of her bottom, that the tittie whipping and all that would come would
be erotic discipline. Yes, it was sting, but it would be delivered slowly, with
touching as well, and as her nether regions would already attest, she was
getting wet from arousal. To the uninitiated novice, it appeared that Chris was
giving Susan a good tittie whipping, but in reality he wasn't hitting her half
as hard as he had previously. Susan knew that Carol had no idea, and so she
decided to give her friend a show she wouldn't forget. Susan was a pretty good
little actress herself. "OWWWIEEEE MY BOOBBBIEEESSS!!," Susan screamed, jumping
up and down, hands grabbing madly at her delicious globes. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF
YOUR TITS YOUNG LADY," Chris ordered, and Susan complied, bring her arms to the
side, tensed, stretched, fingers wide in a gesture of anxiety. She bent her
chest slightly forward, her luscious mounds of meat hanging. Chris fired off two
good crackers that caught each mound and made them dance on Susan's body.
"AAAAIEEEEEE," Susan screeched, "STOP STOP CHRIS, MY BOOBIES ARE ON FIRE, THEY
BURN," she shrieked. Casting a glance over at Carol, Susan saw that her friend
had spread her legs and her hand was frantically at work grabbing her twat as
she enjoyed seeing Susan get her boobs tortured. Even the slightest of strokes
would of necessity leave a pink swatch on such fair a complexion, and Susan's
breasts were no exception, they were streaked with bright pink patches. Chris
was quick about landing two more strokes, this time the tip of the strap
catching the sensitive little meaty nipples. Susan howled, "OHHH SHITTTTT MY
NIPPLES YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR THEM OFF," she wailed as her hands could no longer
be silent, and they flew to her little buds and grabbed as they stung like
crazy. Chris allowed Susan to bounce around crying about her boob spanking and
massaging her tits unabashedly. He caught a glimpse of glistening between her
legs and smiled to himself, "and the Academy Award goes to Susan," he mused.
As Susan calmed down, Carol made the statement, "Shit, Susan's tits must be raw,
does it hurt much?" she asked Susan who was busy shamelessly rubbing her boobs.
"It's like my boobs were laid in a searing hot frying pan," Susan replied
smiling deep within. "But as you can see Carol," Chris said, taking hold of one
of Susan's stiff little nipples, "There is no real damage done to Susan's
beautiful melons.
