by Greg Babcock
Not one thing was said – during the afternoon – about what had taken place that morning (either at the foundry or at Lorna’s apartment). In fact, Beverly went over – in minute detail – all of the many complexities which go with creating sand cores. Though she’d not had all that much to say, during the morning, she was – far and away – the most articulate of the women, when it came to conducting seminars on the care and treatment of cores. I really didn’t learn anything. Not that much, anyway. I really did not have the aptitude for such stuff. Nor, during that particular afternoon, did I have the mental capability – or the emotional capacity – to absorb all the technical talk about those damn sand gismos. To absorb any technical talk about those damn sand gismos.
As stated, during the entire afternoon, there’d not been one word about all the esoteric goings-on of the morning. Not until about 3:25PM. The union contract called for the employees to terminate their workday at 3:15PM. They had 15 minutes to clean up, go to the toilet, etc. etc. etc. Then – at about five minutes before quitting time – they all congregated around the sanctified time clock! Since I was not a unionized employee, I’d never joined them there! Ever! It was too crowded for one thing. But, mostly, I think it was that I couldn’t share their enthusiasm at the thought of being “set free” for the day. I still had about 90 minutes to put in. (The longest hour-and-a-half of the day. There were no workers to watch – and, from whom, to learn. I had to look busy. Try that for 90 minutes – day after day – five days each and every week.)
In any case, as she was coming out of the ladies john, I heard Greta say to me, “You will report to Lorna’s apartment … you know how to get there … as soon as you get off work. Do you hear me, Nelson? You have some … ah … unfinished business over there. A task that you’ve not completed … yet.”
I guess I was surprised. Maybe I wasn’t! I really don’t know! Part of me had figured that I’d have to go there – and finish the “task” sooner or later. Another part of me told me that – since my ass was probably “unspankable” for the next few days – they might’ve sampled all they could of me. I couldn’t see my butt recovering much before Friday afternoon. And that would end my tour of duty in the core room. God only knew where I’d spend the following week. But, nothing – absolutely nothing – would/could/should compare with my being in the custody of those six ladies.
I (of course) showed up at Lorna’s place. And – first shot out of the hopper – was ordered naked! My hostess – still clad in the second-string pair of yellow slacks – hadn’t even closed the door good, when I was ordered out of my clothing. Now what?
Well, first off, I was obliged to go out into the kitchen – and finish washing the pants and panties. I was instructed to put them through at least three rinses. Then, I wound up hanging them on a special rack my hostess kept in the bathroom. Mission accomplished!
Once I’d walked out of the john – naked and satisfied (probably in that order) – I heard my unseen hostess order me into her guest bedroom. First door on my left. I, of course, obeyed! And found each one of those women in the room! They were all NAKED! Not a stitch of clothes on any of them! Beverly, I suppose, could’ve lost a pound or two – but, they were all beautiful! Especially given their age.
Oh! And did I mention? Each one of them was wearing a dildo! I’d never seen one of those before. (I don’t even know if I’d ever heard of them – although I guess I must have.) But, to see each one of these ladies wearing a faux schlong just about crossed my eyes!
The dildos back then were – I guess you could say – almost Neanderthal, compared to today’s latex wonders. Nowadays, you can get an exact replica – with molded head and veins and everything – of some porn star’s schlong! These ersatz penises were made of a sort of hard-rubber substance! And, speaking of “substance” – two or three of them were rubbing petroleum jelly on their “cocks”! The rest had already been thoroughly lubricated!
“Lie down on the bed,” commanded Lorna – with more grit than had ever been evident before. (Even when she was ordering me across her lap – even when she’d commanded me to “do” her orally).
“You … you guys … you’re not gonna … I mean you wouldn’t … uh … “ As you can see, I’d become pretty well unglued! I can’t say that I’d never thought of something like this. Of ever being sodomized. I just never thought it’d be a girl with an imitation dong! (I certainly never thought it would be six girls with imitation dongs!)
I’ve always looked much younger than my years. When I’d joined the Army, at 18, I looked more like 14! And I’ve always had a pretty good-looking ass! (Well, I don’t know how good it may have looked after Lorna had finished spanking it that morning.) Two or three times – over my hitch – I’d been propositioned in the shower room. One time – in Basic Training (the sixth day into my enlistment – I remember it well) – I’d dropped the soap! (Well before I’d ever heard of that supposed “invitation”.) And the other guy in the room – moving from a showerhead on the far wall – had stuck his semi-erect (and getting harder) member between the spread cheeks! I bolted straight upright! I didn’t say anything – but, I guess the expression on my face must’ve been enough to chase the guy back to his own bailiwick! And to resume his cleansing! It was impossible for me to have not thought about being penetrated back there! I just never dreamed that it would be like this!
But, as you must know, it was going to be “like this”! I’d protested again – even more weakly – once or twice. But, dutifully, I schlepped over to the bed, laid down on my tummy – and spread my legs!
One by one, each of the women had me! Took me! I was to learn later – much later – that they’d drawn straws. Beverly had “won the lottery” – and so she would go first. As it turned out, I lost my virginity – back there – to this slightly-overweight woman! She was surprisingly gentle – easing that thing up me! It took, probably, about five pains-taking, considerate, minutes for her to get it all the way in! Before it was all the way up me!
In addition, once she’d begun to pump that thing into and out of my lumpy, still-bruised, ass, she still took it slowly. Took her, probably, ten minutes to build up to a full-bore, frenzied, “screwing”! But, when she did – when she finally reached that plateau – she was huffing that thing up and down my passageway back there pretty industriously! I could never have imagined her scream – when she came! Had no idea that a woman could have an orgasm – without being vaginally penetrated. (Even by “merely” a tongue.) But Beverly could! Beverly did! She did – but good!
Then, one by one, each of the ladies climbed on top of me! All six of them had me! I don’t remember the batting order after Beverly. I’m not even sure that every one of them had a climax! (But, I’ll go to my grave believing that they did!) But, I’m sure (believe me – I’m positive) that all of them sodomized me! Thoroughly took me in my hind end! The gangbang took the better part of an hour! And the action was virtually non-stop!
Once the last woman – I think it was Millie – withdrew her “cock” from my “bum”, I was exhausted! Fell right off to sleep! When I woke up, it was dark! Really dark! Night had long since fallen! Someone was asleep beside me. It was Millie – which is, really, why I believe she was the last one to have screwed me! A couple of the other ladies were asleep in Lorna’s bedroom. And three were watching TV in the living room.
Once we were all awake, at about 9:15PM, we got dressed – and went out to the fenciest-schmenciest restaurant I’d ever seen! And they fed me!
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The rest of the week went really fast. I can’t say that a great deal of time was devoted to batting back and forth the things that had happened in the core room on Monday – or what had taken place at Lorna’s apartment that night. But, it wasn’t completely ignored either. Most references were light-hearted.
Every day – when the lunch whistle blew – we all repaired to Lorna’s place. My ass got inspected – very carefully! Every day! They wouldn’t spank it again – unti
l it cleared up. (“Code of the hills”, advised Greta – quoting an oft-used line from L’il Abner, a popular comic strip of the day.) But, the “code” didn’t stop one or two of the ladies from taking me, once again, back there. (That was all we had time for.)
Never did I get to eat lunch. Lost six pounds that week. (It wouldn’t have been that much – had they fed me on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights like they’d lavished me on Monday.) Nothing was ever said about the group of us mustering at Lorna’s – or anywhere else – once I’d get out of work. Even I was surprised at the let-down that enveloped me – each and every one of those nights – when the whistle blew and the ladies bade me a curt “G’night”, and left.
By Thursday, I’d felt terribly low! Abandoned! To the point that Scotty – not the most perceptive of men – asked me what was wrong. On the way home, I had something else with which to grapple. That something else being: “Has everybody … has anybody … noticed how different I’ve been this week?” I was so wrapped up in that critical question – that I missed my stop. Rode the bus six or eight blocks further than I wanted. Had to walk back. My life was either glorious – or it had become a damnable mess! Or – if you can understand this – maybe both! (If that last statement made sense to you, it puts you one-up on me.)
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On Friday, when they inspected (then screwed) my ass – at lunchtime – the group of ladies decreed that it had recovered sufficiently to be spanked again. They didn’t do it at lunch, of course. Only time enough for Portia and Greta to use the dildo on (in) me! But, I was commanded to “report for duty” at Lorna’s after work. I can’t tell you: I was, at the same time, excited, elated – and scared as hell! (Even I could understand that!)
When the afternoon had finally dragged by – and my week’s tour of duty in the core room had ended – I hurried over to my assigned venue. Was greeted there, of course, by six ladies – in various states of dress (and, in a couple cases, undress – Millie and Beverly had already divested themselves of their clothing, and had donned their well-used dildos)!
I was ordered out of my clothing! While making myself naked, Lorna broke out a set of six switches (cut, ironically, from a willow tree which grew between the driveway and the south wall of the foundry). Each of the women was issued her very own branch! I was bent over the dinette table! Each of the ladies took her turn at my bare rear end!
As the first six or eight cuts creased across my clenching can, I could never have imagined pain quite like that. Oh, I guess that my ass had been sorer – but, I’d never been switched! Each stroke with one of those whippy branches raised an instantly-throbbing welt! Just as soon as it landed! I’d not been aware of the fact that each lash would go “all the way to the bone”! And then, come back up again! It didn’t take long before my ass poor pink posterior was a study in raised, deep-red, stripes. And, while the background maintained its own shade of pink, the welts themselves became a deeper and deeper crimson! And I wound up really swollen back there! By the time that the third lady – I believe it was Millie – had finished with me, you couldn’t hardly recognize my ass (as an ass) any longer. Well, you could – but, it took a goodly amount of study!
The two dildo-laden ladies, of course, took their turn! Each of them sodomized me – as they’d finished whipping me. The renowned “double header” – twice! (One was Number-Three with the switch/dildo – and the other was Number-Five.)
Once each of those half-dozen dears had applied – literally – dozens of cuts with those darling little switches (Gretta had applied hers with such verve, that it wound up practically shredded) I was helped up from my leaning-over position and “guided” into the bedroom. Portia was using my still-stiff appendage as a more or less “tiller”!
Of course, the other four proceeded to take me in my ass – and most of us (again) fell asleep. (It was becoming a tradition.) As before, they took me out to that same nifty restaurant – and fed me. Only difference was: They’d had to awaken me! I’d fallen off into a deep, deep, sleep. I didn’t know – at first, anyway – whether it was a sleep of peace, or of exhaustion. Turned out that it was the latter. For, once I managed to drag myself out of the sack – and head for the john – I found myself quite ill-at-ease as to my future. Did my tenure as their “apprentice” really mean the end of my “apprenticeship”? The termination of the “study program” at Lorna’s little den? Would they not allow me back into this remarkable world?
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As it turned out, they never let me out! I was “invited” (read “ordered”) to accompany them to Lorna’s every lunch hour. Sometimes I was spanked – depending on the condition of my ass (which never really was allowed to recover to the point where it was totally pristine). But, always – literally always – I was sodomized! Every cotton-pickin’ day!
Most of the really intense discipline sessions – as you can imagine – took place at night. And I never knew that there were so many ways to be spanked/whipped/paddled/etc. My hostess was amazing! She’d accumulated a mind-boggling arsenal of punishment implements over the years. Including a razor strop. My third tanning came courtesy that formidable length of leather! Lying (naked, of course) on the bed. Beverly did the honors. It had been determined (again, over the years) that she was the handiest with that strop! And she was! She was an expert – when it came to applying that thing to a bare ass! She was to repeat the performance many, many, times!
Listen, she really laid that thing on me! She started out slowly – and lightly! But, after 15 or 20 lashes with that wonder, she was really cutting loose on me! Another new experience for me! I’d never heard the expression “The Kiss Of The Leather”! But, during my third whipping, I was certainly experiencing it! I couldn’t believe what was happening – but, after she’d landed, maybe, 75 or 80 cuts with that thing, I found myself caught up in a second climax! A massive orgasm! A exceptionally massive orgasm! You can believe this or not – but, I’d never (ever) heard of such a thing!
Oh yeah, the thing with Lorna, that first morning in the core room: But, you see, there had been a lot of contact, during my first expedition into the glorious world of female domination! My naked pubic area had been lying across her thighs. I’d been able to actually feel her flesh under there. I’d also felt her hand! It had landed all over my naked ass! Much contact! During this remarkable stropping, though, NO one was touching ANY one – and still I unloaded a massive quantity of my fluid on the sheet beneath me!
This was not a one-shot deal, either. For all future stroppings – all but one or two delivered by the ever-efficient Beverly – the “girls” took the precaution of putting a highly-absorbent towel under my “family jewels”! And – in all but one or two cases – it was well that they did! Well, as long as it was Beverly on the other end of that remarkable, wondrous, glorious, amazing, strop! She was a pure perfection with that marvelous implement! A virtuoso!
Eventually, they crept into “other brackets”! Like enemas. Like shaving away all my pubic hair. And – not the least of all my assigned duties – requiring me to service all of them (at one time or another) orally! I think it figured out that – over a given month – I probably “scarfed” each of them three or four times. I always enjoyed Lorna the most, though – despite the fact that I’d always caused more screams and convulsion when I did Greta! Portia always seemed to “just lay there” – but, she assured me that she was every bit as thrilled with my “tongue dynamics” as any of the others were. I’m sure that she was being truthful. I could never directly relate her lack of spasmodic “enthusiasm” to her assurances. I just have to take her at her word.
This went on for almost seven years. Alas, Scotty passed away – and the whole foundry seemed to go to hell. Without him, the joint just disintegrated! To the point that Charlie went out of business. Scotty had – truly – been the driving force behind the foundry; no matter what Elmer might’ve thought.
Not to worry, I married Lorna. We’ve been married almost 46 years now. She’s a
little on the decrepit side now. She’s in her late-seventies. So she doesn’t swing that razor strap all that deftly anymore. (Beverly married some bronze salesman – and moved to New Jersey. The stroppings were never the same after that.) But, that’s all right. I’ve packed on a few years myself. The ol’ ass doesn’t hold up quite so well as it used to either.
But, we do have our moments! For instance, I’m telling you all this, while lying, tied – naked and spread-eagled – to the four corners of our bed! I’m waiting for my wife to come in and paddle me. With an actual, real-life, paddle! This scenario has become her fave over the past few years. It’s easier for her. She uses a thick wooden paddle! The “business end is shaped like a tennis racquet – but is only slightly larger than your garden variety ping pong paddle! Lorna can seat herself on the bed – her right hip next to mine! And then, she gets to turn-to on my bare hind end! She can still administer a tidy spanking with that sucker! I can look forward to – yes, still look forward to – having a problem sitting down for the next couple of days.
Every now and then, one or two of the other “all stars” will sit in on (and participate in) a spanking session. Even break out their new-and-improved latex dildos! Still, over the years (sigh) they’ve all kind of drifted away – into lives of their own! Sadly, it’s seldom, anymore, that I get spanked in front of an audience. That is something I sorely miss!
On the other hand, ten days from now, Beverly is being “flown in at great expense” – and, for the first time in years, she will do the honors at a bountiful stropping! I can hardly wait!
Thank You!
