Pleasure Dungeon I,II,III Package: Whipped into Submission, The Naughty Lady Gets a Spanking, Ginger and the Gadget in Her Rear

by John Rivers

  With my eyes still closed, I might have sounded somewhat like Mrs. Watson as I involuntarily moaned. Had he not been my uncle, I would have begged him to rub my pussy. Knowing he would never touch me inappropriately, I was momentarily jarred back to reality as something did, indeed, touch my pussy. For a moment, I thought perhaps he had decide to help me over the mountain and was doing something I never would have suspected.

  Opening my eyes, I saw that he was not touching me inappropriately. Instead, he had a Kleenex in one hand. “You were getting extremely wet, honey. I though perhaps I should start to clean you up now. Once we’re through, I’ll clean you up thoroughly. I also get that gooey stuff out of your butt crack.” With that, taking the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, he spread my pussy lips and ran the Kleenex down the crevice. I lay my head back. Shuddering like a fish out of water, I climaxed. Not only did I climax, but I climaxed right there in front of my beloved uncle. At this moment, I love him even more.

  While I was still savoring the final waves of ecstasy, he turned off the machine and remove the probe from my rectum.

  After I finally floated back down to earth, I felt embarrassed by what I done. “I’m sorry, Uncle John. I didn’t intend to do that.”

  “Honey, don’t you worry about it one second. It was probably good for you to do that. After all, you’re my Baby Doll. All I want is what’s good for you.” He reached out and patted me lovingly on a bare hip. “Ok, let get you cleaned up. You’re probably still a little sensitive in front, so let do the back first. You want to lift your legs for me?”

  Uncle John used several sheets of Kleenex on my behind and several more on my front. After he had attended this, he sat still a moment and smiled at me.

  “Honey, I’ve been thinking about something. Your aunt probably had to threaten spanking you before you had your treatment. If I know her, she threatened to spank you like a child. Well, I don’t think that’s right. You’re almost a grown woman.”

  I still lay naked on the bed, but I had closed my legs and placed my hands back over my breasts. I had no idea where he was going with this spiel.

  “Ok, this is my belief. When someone like you, almost a grown woman, or a completely grown woman, say like your aunt for instants, needs a spanking, or it’s fairly certain she needs a spanking, the male in the house should take her somewhere and spank her bare-bottom. Now, here’s what I think we should do; now that we’ve started your treatments and you will already be bare-bottomed, any spanking you might need should be administered at time. What do you think?”

  Having no idea what he was talking about, I was lost for words.

  “Ok. You know I would never spank you hard. Any spanking wouldn’t be much more than a love tap. Here’s what I’m thinking. Why don’t we let you accumulate some spankings? If your aunt thinks you need a spanking, I’ll tell her you have already had one.”

  “I guess so,” was all I said, not knowing what else to offer.

  “Well, I think I should go ahead and spank you now that you don’t have your clothes on and get it out of the way.”

  “Ok,” he said, continuing, I’m going to give you a spanking, love taps I should say, in different positions. I’ll let you decide which position you like best and if the need should arise, the next time, we’ll do it in that position.”

  I didn’t know why, but I was starting to get hot again just listening to his reasoning. Well, actually lying here naked and listening to him.

  “Let’s go ahead and do it and you’ll see what I mean.” He had yet to get a yea or nay from me. For some reason, he stepped over and locked the door. I was thinking it should have been locked before now. Stepping back, he moved the chair and took both my feet in one hand and lifted them up as high as they would go. He gave my bottom ten love pats in this position. Gently laying my feet back on the bed, he then instructed me to turn over and get on my knees with my head on the bed. Knowing I was presenting him with my dilated butthole and pussy in the same picture was simulating in itself. Whether he paid that picture any attention, he more or less patted my bottom ten times in that positon.

  He straightened the chair and took a seat. He then indicated for me to lie across his lap. He then gave me ten light swats in that positon. “Well, which one did you like the best.”

  I laughed at the idea I was supposed to like a spanking. “Spankings are supposed to be for punishment, Uncle John. You’re not supposed to like spankings.”

  He had now stood. He had coiled the wire around his invention and gathered the probes. Still naked, I slid off the bed and put my arms about him and held him close. “I love your spankings, Uncle John. I want you to spank me every week any way you want.”

  I would soon learn that Uncle John wouldn’t be the only one spanking me.

  Chapter Three

  Not long after receiving my first treatment, I told my aunt that since she was usually busy in her clinic, why not let Uncle John administer my therapy. I was afraid she might be offended, assuming I had a greater affinity for my uncle than for her. After all, Uncle John was blood and she only kin by marriage. She would have been correct, but I tried never to show the fact. The truth of the matter was that I was completely comfortable being nude in Uncle Johns presence, but I wasn’t in hers.

  I was surprised when she agreed, saying it was just natural for young girls to have an attachment for fathers and father figures.

  On the day that was scheduled for my second treatment, which Uncle John would do as soon as he came home, my aunt had gone out of town visiting relatives. Not long before he was to be home, I decided to go ahead and get naked and wait for him nude. I am still naïve, but I was extremely naïve at that age. Nonetheless, I had enough reasoning to know my uncle had given me a spanking simple because he had enjoyed it. Well, so did I. I was worried that he might not give me one this time because I had done nothing to warrant one. With that thought, I decide to invent something that would demand punishment.

  I hugged Uncle John when he first entered the house. He was surprised to find me naked, but he didn’t object other than to say I needed to be careful and not let any neighbors see me. There had been a note stuck on the door stating my aunt’s clinic was closed so I didn’t have to worry about any unexpected clients.

  As I’ve no doubt stated before, at that age I had all the attributes of a fully-grown woman. My breasts were fully developed and didn’t sag enough to warrant wearing a bra on a lot of occasions. I now had a full thatch of pubic hair. I also had an ass that would put a few Playboy models to shame. Of course, at that time I knew nothing about Playboy models. I was later told that by someone who spanked me.

  Uncle John wanted to eat a bite before we began, so, naked as a jaybird as they say, I rustled his up a sandwich and a glass of milk. I took a seat at the table while he ate.

  “Are you going to spank me this time, Uncle John?”

  “That all depends on what you’ve done. Have you done something to deserve a spanking?”

  “Probably so.”

  Uncle John laughed just as he was taking a drink of milk. He spit and sputtered for a while. “Well, Baby Doll, that’s something you always need to tell me. If you don’t tell, I won’t know. What did you do?”

  “How about this,” I suggested. “Instead of having to remember what I did, why don’t I just tell you whether I need a spanking?”

  “That’ll work. Do you need a spanking?”

  “I do.”

  “You got it. Now tell me how you want to take it.”

  Damn, I was already getting hot just talking about this.

  “I liked it when I was on my knees.”

  “You got it, baby doll.”

  “One other thing. Could we always do the spanking before the therapy?” I figured I would always climax before the end of my treatment. In fact, I knew I would always climax before we were through. Now that Uncle John had made the statement that climaxing was probably good for me, I didn’t think he would have any objection if I s
troked my clit to do so. After all, that was basically what he had done when he wiped my vagina with the Kleenex.

  “You got it, baby doll.”

  I had one other question I wanted to ask my uncle now that my aunt wasn’t on the premises. Of course, if she’d been there I wouldn’t have been sitting at the table naked.

  “Uncle John, would that probe work as well and do the same thing if it was in my vagina. My vagina is bigger than my butthole.”

  He was already shaking his head and trying to get down the last bite he’d taken before he answered. “It might work ok on an older woman if someone wanted to sit and hold it in place. There’s two reasons we can’t use it like that on you. First, you’re a virgin. I wouldn’t want to insert anything in your vagina. Second, as I said before, once it’s inserted into the rectum, it’ll stay. It won’t stay in the vagina.”

  That answered that question.

  As time went on and it seemed I always needed a spanking, I think Uncle John started to believe that the spankings themselves where helping me. It became just another part of my therapy. My face had started to clear, but I never mentioned that I was liberally using Clearasil.

  Several months later, Uncle John and Aunt Milly began planning a vacation. I just assumed my treatments would be put on hold while they were gone. After one of my therapy sessions, as I lay with my legs spread while Uncle John went through the process of cleaning me up, out of the blue he informed me he had arranged with one of his friends to administer my treatment. It was vital not to have any interruption in what we had accomplished.

  I wasn’t sure I liked that idea, but I waited to hear him out.

  A Mr. Hendricks would come here and take care of me. Uncle John said he had explained to Mr. Hendricks how the spankings were also an important part of my therapy and how they should be administered before the procedure. Mr. Hendricks was a trusted friend and would not reveal our little secret to anyone else.

  “Now, I want you to cooperated with Mr. Hendricks. I’m sure once you get to know him, you’ll enjoy it with him as much as you do with me.”

  “Uncle John, don’t make me do this with someone else. I love you and I love what you do to me, but it would be so embarrassing with someone else.”

  “Now, Baby Doll, you’re going to have to cooperate. It might be a little embarrassing at first, but you’ll get over it. I didn’t want to have to say this, but if you don’t, next time I spank you it won’t be any love taps. I’ll spank your bare-bottom and I’ll use a belt.”

  It seemed I had no other choice. I reluctantly agreed.

  I didn’t care for Mr. Hendricks the minute he walked in the door. He had a scrubby beard and a weathered face. I figured he could tie a rag around his head and look like a pirate. Nonetheless, I was resolved to carry through with this.

  Earlier that day I had decided I didn’t want to go through this in the confines of my bedroom with someone I’d never met. If I needed to run (which I hoped I wouldn’t for more than one reason and one of those was the fact I’d be naked) I wanted to be as close to an exit as I could. In turn, I brought the machine out of the clinic where it was always returned after my therapy. I placed it on the floor of the living room. I thought about doing this in the clinic and on the examination-table the same way Mrs. Watson had taken hers, but decided I could get trapped in there as well as my room.

  I tried to chat a while with Mr. Hendricks, but found he wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Figuring I might as well get this over, I asked if he was ready. He was. As I began removing my clothes, Mr. Hendricks removed his belt from his trousers.

  “No, no,” I said, “you are supposed to use your hand.”

  “That’s not what John said. He said I could use whatever I wanted. I started to cut a switch, but I figured it might look funny if your neighbors saw me coming in with something like that.”

  “You’re not supposed to hurt me,” I argued.

  “Oh, I won’t hurt you. I’d make them real light.”

  I had a feeling he was lying, but I continued stripping. When I was nude, I got down on my knees and turned up my butt to him.

  “I guess that position will do, but John said I could put you in any positon I wanted.”

  I went tense waiting for him to strike me. Rather than strike me, he dropped on his knees behind me. I felt his rough hands on my butt as he separated my cheeks.

  “Damn, girl, you are one fine woman. That’s the cutest butthole I’ve ever seen.” I didn’t know it then, but I would be told that numerous times in the coming years. “That’s the best-looking pussy I’ve seen in a long time.” I doubted if the old goat had even seen a pussy or a butthole in the last fifty years. I would image he had to pay to see the last ones.

  “Were you going to spank me, Mr. Hendricks?” I asked, ignoring his remarks.

  “Yeah.”

  I heard him rising behind me right before he sent a sting blow to my backside.

  “That’s too hard. That hurt.”

  “I’ll decide what’s too hard, young lady. You just be still.”

  He delivered another stinging blow. I almost yelled in pain. I twisted about and sat on the floor.

  “Mr. Hendricks, if you hit me like that again, we’re going to quit and you’ll have to go home.”

  That got his attention. He suddenly become docile. I’m sure he was looking forward to sticking that thing up my ass and seeing my pussy spread open. He didn’t want to miss that.

  “Ok, ok, miss. I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away. If you’ll turn it back up, I’ll use my hand.”

  He didn’t know I was bluffing. Even if he had deliver more blows like the first two, I would have had to endure them or face Uncle John’s belt. Not that Uncle John had ever whipped me with a belt, but I wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t. I turned my butt back up to him.

  True to his word, he gave me little more than love taps until he felt I’d had enough spanking. For obvious reasons, I wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the session. Regardless, once he was finished with my spanking, I lay on my back and lifted my legs. I was somewhat surprised how well Mr. Hendricks lubricated my butthole. He took his time and inserted his finger to push the lubrication further in. Since he was gentler that I expected, I didn’t mind. When he started to insert the probe, I closed my eyes and willed my sphincter to relax. Shortly it was seated.

  During the first stage, Mr. Hendricks pulled the coffee table up and sit where he would have a view between my legs. I let the old coot look. I didn’t know it at the time, but I have since come to realize that I’m an exhibitionist. I enjoy showing my body. So, that being the case, I spread my legs as well as my pussy as wide as I could. I lay my arms beside me so he could see my breasts.

  “Miss,” he said, sounding as nice as he could, evidently the result of my reprimand, “have anyone ever held your titties… I mean your breasts while you were doing this?”

  Huh. I had never thought of that. It might not be so bad.

  “No. Uncle John is the only one other than you who’s ever given me a treatment. Uncle John wouldn’t touch me in that way.”

  “Would you like to try it?”

  I would, but I didn’t want him to know I was eager. “I can try it.” I was reaching maturity and this would be the first time anyone other than myself had ever touched my breasts.

  The old man moved to drop to his knees near my head and grasped a breast in each hand. Fondling them for a few minutes, he rolled the nipples between his fingers. It did feel good. For a moment, I had the urge to touch myself. I guess it was strange, but although he had already done the most humiliating things possible to me, I didn’t want him to see me masturbating. Go figure.

  The gadget had a timer. When the first ten minutes had passed, it stopped. I had to remind Mr. Hendricks how to set it for the second phase. Once he flipped the switch in that positon, it seemed as if my whole body vibrated, more so in my groin area. I guess that was only natural considering the thing was in my butt.
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br />   Mr. Hendricks was now positioned at my feet, having to leave my breasts unattended to reset the machine. Before this phase was through, I would climax. I always did. As much as I wanted to rub my clit, I wasn’t going to let this ole man watch me do so. Instead, I began fondling my breasts much the way he had been doing. Having taken a seat not far from my spread legs, he watched. Then, as if he didn’t want to appear aggressive, he reached out and lightly touched my pussy. He looked at me to see if I would object.

  If I remember correctly, I think I did consider objecting at first. After all, my pussy had never been rubbed by anyone other than myself. I’m not sure you could count when Uncle John would often start wiping me off before I climaxed. Although in the process he often touched my clit several times, it was all done innocently. Uncle John would never touch me inappropriately although what he did would expedite my climax.

  Instead of objecting, I closed my eyes. The old man interpreted that as a signal to continue. That was what I had intended. Seeing he was getting the go ahead, he ran his forefinger into my pussy and massaged my clit with his thumb. It wasn’t long after that I climaxed. Once I had full control of my faculties, I asked Mr. Hendricks to turn off the machine, which he did. I don’t know why, but after I climaxed, the thing in my butt became irritating. I not only wanted it turned off, but I wanted it removed from my rectum.

  “Would you take it out, Mr. Hendricks, but please do it slow?”

  Once he did, he stood. I saw he had a bulge in his pants. Come to think of it, I had seen that same bulge in Uncle Johns pants. I guess it was only natural.