You hear one of the girls muffle some words from behind her gag. You walk off the porch and step up to the offending green-eyed actress. You lift her head up by her dyed blonde hair and look into her eyes.
“What did you say?” you ask, frowning.
More muffled noises protested forth from her gagged mouth. Sighing, you pull the large cotton gag from her mouth. She spat out a few loose threads and clamped her jaws shut, her face a picture of grim determination.
“What did you say?” you ask again.
“Nothing,” the actress snapped acidly. You give her a deadpan look and swiftly slap her face hard with your free hand. She drops her jaw in shock.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
“I, I said,” she stammered. “That you wouldn’t have the guts.”
You chuckle at her silly stubbornness. Lifting up Melissa’s head, you ask her, “What do you think? Do I have the guts?”
She looked into your face, her fear apparent. Her blue eyes darted left towards Sarah. She closed them and nodded.
“Good girl,” you say. “For that, I won’t use the cane on you.”
Melissa’s face relaxed, her fear displaced. You drop their heads and walk into the house. Within a few minutes, you return outside and lift Sarah’s head once more. You show her the cane and smile as her face paled and her eyes grew wide.
“This is one foot long, Sarah,” you say. “And four inches thick. The hollow center as a radius of half an inch and it’s one hundred percent bamboo. Now, I’m going to give a choice my little whore. When I present this cane to your body, do you want the gag back put back in or not?”
The color returned to her cheeks and with a determined voice she said, “I don’t need a fucking gag.”
“As you wish.”
You return to the graying porch and the actress’s firm rear. As you lift the cane up to strike the resisting flesh, you say, “Just to let you know Sarah, there’s no one around for miles and trespassing is strongly quelled whether by myself or the police. Your screams won’t matter.”
You slam the cane into spoiled actress’s buttocks resulting in an ear-splitting scream exploding from Sarah and a thick red welt across her skin.
“Good thing these don’t leave scars,” you say for Sarah to hear. “Oh, and you earned more for the vile language you used.”
You swing down the cane again and again; Sarah’s shrieks filling the surrounding woods. You watch with glee as Melissa shudders with each loud smack of bamboo against flesh and the accompanying vocals. The actress’s screams slowly lose their strength until she softly moans with each strike. Pleased with your results, you set the cane aside.
You quickly untie Melissa from the porch railing and pull her to her feet. Tears fall from her eyes as she looks at you dolefully.
“Go on,” you say encouraging as you sit down on a white armless chair. “Strip.”
Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Sarah as she removes the gag from her mouth. Hedging your bets, you say, “Try anything and not only will you be punished, Sarah will be as well.”
“Please,” you hear Sarah say hoarsely. “Do… as… he… says…” |