The Girl With No Name

[Madiosi]

22 Orgasm under the flogger

We were standing in the workshop, my nipples were still burning a little. I looked longingly at the cross, Dorothea noticed my gaze - "No time, Lisette. We’ve got just under two hours before mother comes home. Tomorrow you may go up again." She smiled at me, "Two hours is too short for you to get buckled up, hauled up, let down and showered – you’d only have half an hour, not enough exercise for you, not as much as I'm going to give you, anyway... You’re going to enjoy that! Yes, how about being hung by your arms, or being clamped in some other way..?"

She took out one of the floggers from the package. "Time to try this thing on you, Lis.” She gripped the wooden handle and let the leather belt whistle through the air, "That's just right!" Right for what? Not more weals! "No, no," said Doro when she noticed my look, "Relax, lie down, legs apart, spread them wide!" She smiled, "I won’t hit too hard. Just so that you do a bit of pedalling and squirming nicely in your shackles. Come on, get undressed and lie down under the exercise frame."

I obeyed. Beating between my legs - would she gag me? So she could cut right in? I stripped naked and lay down on the cushioned mat under the frame. Doro looped bands around my ankles. I had to spread my legs and she tied the ropes right and left, fixing them to the horizontal bar between the upraights, so my feet were raised up. Then she tied my hands above my head on the metal ring in the floor.

I lay all ready for her, helpless and spread. I didn’t get a gag. She looked at me, she had that look again, she liked to have power over me, liked to control me. She reached for the flogging whip and stepped over me. The thing consisted of a handy handle to which a leather strap was attached. I’d held that whip in my hands previously. The strap was not too narrow and not too wide, and it was soft and not too heavy. Better than a belt, I thought. This could be good for beating between the legs, the lightness of the belt would allow her to hit me even harder.

I tensed up in the bonds in anticipation of the first blow. Whack! I winced. Nothing more. It wasn’t too sharp. Dorothea started hitting, with a calm rhythm, between the legs. The leather strap slapped on my bare skin, I felt each shock distinctly, but they didn’t really hurt, just a little. I thought it was beautiful. In fact, the flogging aroused me gradually, against my will I began to squirm under the crack of the belt. I moaned. I couldn’t see my cousin’s face, but I bet she was grinning to herself.

Beat me, Doro, hit me! Yes! Yes! I arched my back. I tugged at my bonds. The feeling of being excitement grew. She was hitting the right target for me! Each clap of the belt on my bare skin set in my puss in flames, it tingled wildly. I groaned loudly. It hurt and it was beautiful. Doro was keeping me floating between pleasure and pain. I was struggling against the ropes that held me, which made me helpless, which delivered me up to my cousin. This helplessness thrilled me more than anything else, the sense of being in captivity was lovely, my bondage opened my sensitive lips, offered my feminine body without protection.

Again and again the leather strap fell between my legs, I groaned and let out little cries, they were squeals of pure lust, I was squirming with excitement, rearing up and pulling with allmy strength on the knotwork that kept me in position.

Yes, yes, Doro, yes! Yes Doro! Yes!! Hit me!!! I'm yours. Beat your slavegirl! Give me a thrashing! Give me the whip! Hit me! Yes! Yes!

I was beginning to sweat, I was gasping and moaning, I shouted for joy, oh yes! Oh yessss!!!

Suddenly it stopped abruptly. No! Don’t stop! Carry on!

"Doro?" I cried. "Keep going!"

"Want more?" said Doro, she was standing beside me and looking down at me. I was tugging desperately at the ankle-bonds but they didn’t come free. My pussy meowed loudly with excitement, she was screaming for more.

"Doro, keep going, please!" My voice was high and shaky. "Beat me, Doro! Please hit me!"

Dorothea leaned down to me, "You want to go on being flogged, Lisette?"

I was going crazy. I was just close to cumming and so excited that I had no more control over myself. Don’t talk to me! Whip me! Hit me!

"Yes," I moaned with the same, high, jittery voice, "I want to be whipped. Please hit me, Doro! Hit hard! Please! Come on!"

"You're not exactly in a position to give me orders, Lis." Dorothea had her cat look again.

I was almost going mad. "Doro, please," I begged. I was close to tears, I was whimpering. "Please hit me!"

"You want beating?" asked my cousin.

"Yes, yes!!! Doro please hurry up! Please go on! I'm begging you! Hit me!” I pleaded, I begged, I was sobbing while my pussy was mewing frantically, meowing after the leather strap.

"Then say I have to give you blows on your bare soles," demanded Doro.

"Yes, give me blows on the soles of my feet," I cried in great excitement.

"On your bare soles, Lisette!"

What nonsense! Am I wearing socks? Have I got my sandals on ?!

"On the bare soles of my feet," I cried, and twisted my back, I was fighting desperately against my bonds.

"What do you mean?" Dorothea was quite calm, "That's not a sentence."

Oh, how she’s tormenting me! "Please hit me on the bare soles of my feet," I whimpered, I was mad with frustrated desire.

"Really hard?"

"Really, really hard, Doro!"

"With a gag?"

"With a gag, Doro!"

"So you want me to you beat properly on your bare feet?" said Doro, "and gag you while I’m doing it?"

"Yes! Yes!!! Oh Doro, please! Come on! I can’t stand it! Hit me! Please!"

She looked at me, quizzically. "You’ll stand it, Lisette, believe me. If I don’t do it, you’ll have to put up with it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, Doro." I was trembling with excitement, my eyes were clouding over. "Doro, I beg you, hit me!"

"Okay" She got up and stood over me again. She lifted the flogger and slammed it between my legs, once, twice, three times, many times in perfect rhythm, perfect strength. I went into ecstasy, I was moaning loudly and more and more often small pleasure-shrieks came out of me, I completely lost control of myself.

"Yes. Yeah! Oh yeah!" I cried. "Doro, yes! Doro, do it! Hit me! Beat me! Oh yes!" I was loud - very loud. I was dancing in my bonds, dancing and singing for joy, I simply climbed higher and higher. If Dorothy had stopped now, I’d have started screaming like a banshee. Hit me! Hit me! Blow my pussy! Beat her! Make her feel the belt! Hit me! Hit me! Schlaaaag ....

It was completely unbearable, the pleasure was unbearable, I bucked up with a cry. Suddenly I felt an urgent need to urinate. The belt slapped my highly aroused pussy. The leather strap slammed on my bare skin. Oh! Oh! Oooh! With a loud cry I came. I arched my back. I danced wildly in my bonds.

Something seemed to squirt out of me in bursts. I felt small wild contractions over big, coming from my heart. My pussy felt as if someone was tickling me simultaneously inside and outside, fingering me and massaging me wildly. The orgasm lasted an almost endless moment, I was beside myself with joy.

Above me I heard Dorothea say "Wow!".

I tugged at my bondage giggling. Yes, wow! Was that a finish! Wow! Gorgeous! I was drenched in sweat and deliriously happy.

 

[Madiosi]

23 This time Lisette cannot stand it

The following morning we were in the workshop. Dorothea had just proposed to make me spend a full four hours on the cross. I was breathing in and out with eyes closed. Four hours. FOUR! Half a working day withouta break. There would be no repite for me, no matter how small. Four hours. She stood quietly by me and waited patiently.

“You’re not quite sure? It will be a as slow a process – are you afraid of collapsing?" she asked eventually, stroking my bare shoulder – I was already undressed - "Are you afraid of the pain, Lisette? When it will come to you? When your’re being flogged everything comes very quickly, the quicker the pain, the qicker the end of the treatment – is that why you’re afraid ?" She had her cat’s look again.

Yes, I was a little afraid. But at the same time I longed to experience it, to endure it, to have to endure it. Do it Lisette! Once you're strapped up, there’s no turning back. Then you must accept it. Then you have to endure it.

"Are you afraid that you could begin to roar?" asked my cousin. "I’ll give you the gag then, that will shut you up very nicely!"

Gagged ?! That would make it likely to get worse!

"Good," I said, "four hours. With the gag."

I lay down on the cross, before my courage could desert me. Doro responded just right, immediately fixing my wrists with the leather cuffs. Now there was no turning back. My slight tremor subsided, I gave myself up. She strapped my feet. Then she took the gag and put it on me, adjusting it tenderly.

"Four hours, Lis," she whispered, and kissed me on the forehead. "They’ll crown you Princess of Pain - you'll see."

She hauled up the pulley and raised the cross. Princess of Pain. How did she know the phrase? I’d thought of it but never spoken it aloud. Are we so similar in our souls? Or is this phrase destined to be eventually pronounced? Did it come sailing along by itself?

Pain Princess .... princess, not queen. The Queen - that sounds important and adult. Princess on the other hand suggests childhood and youth, light-heartedness. But it was absurdly contradicted by the other word – pain! Princess of Pain....

Dorothea stood on a bench, inclined, looking at me. She always watched me at the beginning when I was freshly crucified. Later she turned to her painting or worked on her computer. Only when I began to suffer did she come back to gloat at the sight of me. Serving my cousin as a visual object caused diverse feelings in me, I was embarrassed a little, hanging completely naked on the wood before her eyes, I was ashamed of my nakedness in general - because I felt exposed - and I was ashamed because I‘d stripped on purpose to be naked. But I found it nice being looked at, it was kind of tingly. I knew that the sight of me pleased her, she found it aesthetic, a naked girl's body on the cross was a beautiful thing to see. But there was more to it, she found it exciting to see me like this, it aroused her and that turned me on. To serve someone as a sex object was exciting - and humiliating too, and that excited me all the more! My conflicting feelings made me quite confused – add to those, my desire for submission and in pain. All these were firmly held together by the ropes - or of the leather cuffs.

Dorothee smiled at me. "Well you look right,cousin!" She’d read my thoughts! She came to me, raised her hand and stroked my feet. "It's too bad that I' m the only one who can enjoy this beautiful sight, especially if you really are going to break this time, Lisette – it really is a shame. You should seriously consider the possibility of a public crucifixion, then others can enjoy it, and in addition you’d earn lots of money, so we could both take three months holiday in New Zealand. We could say to Mum we’ve won it in the lottery."

That crazy proposal again. Totally off. Crazy. It drove me crazy - because I liked the idea, very much I liked it. But I couldn’t admit it. At that moment I was glad for the gag, which prevented me from speaking. My cousin patted me on my feet,

"Imagine it, slavegirl! A hall or a barn - a nice size. People at tables and benches. They’re partying, eating, drinking, listening to music, dancing. And in the middle of it all - you! Nude. Crucified. The main attraction. The girl on the cross. People are looking at you all the time, standing around the cross, gazing at you with hunger and lust in their eyes. The sight of you will arouse their excitement. They’ll watch with such interest how you squirm on the cross, they’ll peruse your sufferings with meticulous accuracy, nothing will escape their eyes, Lisette. You won’t be able to hide, all your feelings will be public, every little twinge of pain will be observed and recorded. You’ll be exposed in a way that you can’t imagine. They’ll be there when you collapse, when you start to cry and beg for mercy. If you’re writhing desperately on the cross, if your naked body’s getting coated with a thin film of sweat, if you’re fighting - you’ll lose. As you sink down into yourself weeping, everything will be in front of their eyes – everything, cousin. Everything you experience will be seen at first hand observed, watched. Even if you have to pee."

She looked up at me, "If you're on the cross for six hours or longer, you’ll have to at some point. You can stop it just so much if you want to, but at some point you’ll have to, Lisette, before the eyes of these people, it’s part and parcel. You'll be demeaned in front of them, Lisette, totally humiliated. Nothing will of you will be held back, you’ll have to give them all, show them everything, whether you like it or not. The cross will force you to do it!"

I felt a shiver down my spine. Dorothea's words excited me beyond all measure. I was rather glad to be gagged, otherwise who knows, maybe I’d have demanded my cousin to start promoting the idea on the internet there and then. I was ashamed of my excitement and, at the same time, this feeling of shame excited me even more. Lisette Lange, hanging naked in front of strangers on the cross, strapped and spread out, stretched and defenceless before the eyes of these people, oh! Oh yes!!!

 

[Primus pilus]

My faithful companion of my crucifixions came to me – Mr. Pain. He came, as always, slowly and leisurely strolling around me. He knew he needn’t hurry, he knew he’d get me. I greeted him like an old friend and stretched myself out for him, my bonds delivered me up to him. Take me. Do what you will with me, I'm yours. Hurt me. Torture me. Humiliate me. I'm your sweet torture-girl.I squirmed, I pulled myself up, I squeezed my legs.

Dorothea was still down there in front of the cross, absent-mindedly stroking my bare feet. I found this gesture loving and affectionate. Feet... I had to think about what Doro had said earlier, while I was riding tied up helplessly on the round bar and having to pleasure her with my mouth. She wished that someone was slapping me on my bare soles, while I was having to satisfy her. Just picture it! I saw myself naked astride the round bar, my arms tied above my head and my feet tied up behind me at the end of the beam. I had to lick my cousin while Aunt Annie was beating me with a stick on the soles of my feet. During this performance I was wet in the crotch. Now I was squirming with excitement on the cross, and not only because Mr. Pain had started work on me.

Dorothea remained a long time standing by me. Finally she went to her drawing table and picked up her brush. Her flower meadow was nearly completed. I let myself sink into the bondage and hung there still. I gave way to the pain in my arms and shoulders. In my head I was watching one of the little movies that I’d ‘filmed’ over the last few years. This time I was a poor, orphan kitchen-maid in a medieval knight's castle. The lord of the castle was a cruel man who subjected his serfs to the most terrible punishments. I, the poor little kitchen-maid Lisette, had been caught stealing bread. As my punishment, I had to hang a whole day in the courtyard on the cross. The thing stood in the yard so everyone could see it well, and so everyone could hear it well when the delinquent began to howl. It was a T-cross, but had the two beams joined in a special way. On top of the square upright lay the four-sided crossbar, but it was on its edge, set in a groove so that its corners pointed forward, up and back, while the fourth edge lay in a groove in the top of the upright. In this edgy thing poor little Lisette was tied naked. Her arms were placed over the cross-bar, pulled back, and then bound with cords, brutally hard, onto the bar. The edges hurt a lot. Her feet were held to the left and right of the upright, and her ankles, planted on the wood, were fixed with ropes wrapped round and cruelly tightened so that the ankle-bones were pressed against the post.

I began to experience this torture by wood, and wept out loud. I cried and cried, I begged for mercy, which was not granted to me of course. All day long I had to endure the torture. I felt pain all through me. Again and again I begged with tears for forgiveness and pleaded with the sinister baron to release me. Everyone was watching as I howled, hanging on the cross and suffering. There was no mercy, I had to endure until the evening. Since I was sobbing and screaming just as I wanted, it was a pretty idea. In reality, I the same was gradually drawing closer.

For quite a while I worked in my bonds. The leather cuffs that held my body on the cross, began to press and burn, it was really hard to bear. How long have I been crucified? As always, I had no answer, I could only estimate roughly. Well over two hours, that was for sure. It was all over with beautiful fantasies in my head, the pain had driven them away, no more room for erotic feelings. And yet I felt excitement, it hovered above the pain, it penetrated my agony, it was closely intertwined with the anguish. I can endure more than in the first few days, I thought to myself, much more! I’ve become stronger, I’m developing my physical condition.

How long? I’d felt no significant difference between three hours and three and a half hours. At some point I’d started to cry because it was really unbearable, then I’d had to bear the unbearable right until the end, until Dorothea redeemed me. When had I started to cry? Doro hadn’t told me. I was feeling like crying now, I wriggled, trembling, on the cross. I moaned loudly into my gag, constantly breathing out sighs, whimpering softly. I did not want to whine, but I couldn’t stop it. But I won’t cry! Not this time! My God, it's only half an hour longer! Just half an hour, Lisette! Think it through! Grit your teeth! No tears!

That was easier said than done. I continued to fight against pain and suffering. Again and again I let myself fall silently in the wrist-cuffs and tried to find additional support for my tortured body with my legs. But I gradually became weaker and could no longer support myself well. Even pulling myself up didn’t work properly. Of necessity, I began to dance in my bondage. I squirmed slowly on the cross, trying to avoid the pain. Sometimes high, sometimes low, bending my back and thrusting my pelvis forward, moving my hips to the left, then to the right.Heave up, collapse. Pull on the cuffs. Hang limp.

I groaned loudly, but through the gag it was just a pathetic whimper, a delicate sound, like a small animal. The gag didn’t make things easier for me, it was tougher with it on. It pushed my tongue back and locked my mouth forcibly. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t beg Doro for mercy, I couldn’t even cry out in pain.

I won’t cry! I'm not crying! I'll suffer in silence! Without a squeak! No squealing at all! Groaning was wimpish! Without gag I would have been pretty loud, but I didn’t cry. Not yet. I fought it. But how does one hold back tears when you have to cry? Eventually I lost the hopeless struggle. My eyes filled with tears against my will, and then they just overflowed, I couldn’t help it. I cried.

And once it had started, it never stopped. I cried. Then I sobbed. I moaned loudly into the gag. O, it was unbearable! Really unbearable! I tried to make Dorothea pay attention to me. I shouted at her. The result was a pitiful "Gnn! Gnnn!" Nothing more. My cousin didn’t respond, she went on solidly working at her picture.

"Doro!" I cried, "Dorothea!" I was thrashing wildly on the cross. It really was impossible, I had exceeded my limits, I couldn’t go on. But Dorothea didn’t notice anything. I broke down crying. I hung sweating and trembling on the wood. I was dying of pain.

Also I was thirsty, I was dehydrating gradually, I could feel it. I had to have something to drink, urgently. But I got nothing. I didn’t manage to make Doro give any attention to me. Or was she not responding on purpose? I tore at my bonds. I reared up. I yelled into my gag. God, that hurt! It was unbearable. This must be four hours! Four? Three hours were never this bad! Not even three and a half! The half-hour more cannot make so much difference! Impossible! It can’t be so!

I was now where nothing matters, I just wanted to be free. I wanted to be let down from the cross, it was absolutely necessary. All my thoughts revolved around getting relief from pain. And my bladder began to press. I had to pee urgently, I couldn’t hold it in.

Oh, Eul, so good to wake and read Lisette taken so much further into her suffering, to be "now where nothing matters".

 

[Eulalia]

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great illustrations Madiosi - thanks, they put succulent bruised flesh on the bones of the story!

 

[Madiosi]

great illustrations Madiosi - thanks, they put succulent bruised flesh on the bones of the story!

You are already inserted into the e-book.

 

[Eulalia]

Doro stood in front of me and looked at me. She was fascinated. She watched me in curiosity while I danced on the cross, while I squirmed in agony. She never missed a detail, she was watching me so closely. I shouted to her to untie me. She didn’t respond. She had yet to grasp how it was with me! She did nothing. On the contrary, everything seemed to her to be going exceptionally well, she was very satisfied, watching me while I cried.

I cried and cried. I gave up. I couldn’t help it. I screamed into the gag. I whimpered. I wailed. I whined. I begged my cousin with my eyes - set me free!!!

She did nothing. She failed me, just let me stay hanging on the cross, suffering. Oh Doro, please! Please !!!

She did nothing. She watched me silently. She said not a word. She just looked at me. I was mad with pain, I was screaming loudly. The gag just made a soft "Gmm! Gnn!"

Although I felt dehydrated, my bladder was torturing me, oh Goddess! Just don’t! Not before Dorothea's eyes! No! Not that! I fought against the pain and I struggled against the pressure in my bladder. Four hours could not be this long! That’s not possible! How could it be? Oh, how it was pressing! I was stopping it by force, I wouldn’t lose this fight, I vowed. But I’d already lost the battle against tears. Isn’t this just the same, again a stupid resolution?

"The force of water is so strong that even the strongest of men cannot keep it in." What a silly saying! But how true, I’d had tears I couldn’t hold back, and I won’t be able to hold back forever even the contents of my bladder.

I fought with all my strength, but I lost again. Suddenly, without warning, it gushed out of me. I let out a cry of pain, a sound of absolute shame. I turned bright red with embarrassment as it sprayed in a high arc out of me and splashed onto the floor.

My cousin looked on with interest. She said not a word. She just watched. She watched as I emptied myself against my will, and then began to dance again on the cross. She saw the tears in my eyes, now wide with shame. She saw the agony that was in those eyes and did nothing. She gave me up to the cruelty of the cross. She gave me up to be tortured.

Eventually, I became calmer. My tears dried. I hung silently on the cross. Intolerable pain filled me entirely, I was replete with pain and anguish. I couldn’t believe it, could a person actually endure this?

Yes, was the answer. If she’s forced to, like you are, Lisette. You will endure until the end. You can whine. You can cry. You can shout. You can submit. But you will remain on the cross, until Dorothea frees you. You can’t do anything. Only suffer. Sorrow, Lisette. Sorrow!

I suffered. Eventually, my body became covered with sweat again, with the slow, agonizing dance on wood. It began again. I had to dance, whether I liked it or not. Immense desolation took possession of me. I was totally helpless. I could do nothing. I found myself in the grip of pain, defenceless.

And then I felt a gentle agitation in my pain-filled despair. It was like a tender shoot - small and weak, but it was there, and it was growing. I couldn’t believe it. In my anguish I started to cry again. I lifted myself, trembling in my bonds, tugging at the leather cuffs that kept me on the cross, forbidding me from freedom. I was cying, I sobbed, I felt excitement. I was suffering, yet I was finding it beautiful.

It wasn’t like yesterday’s flogging, where pleasure and pain had kept in balance. I was feeling a lot of pain, I was suffering unimaginably, the cross was torturing me. But I still felt excitement rising in me. In defiance of the pain, I was excited. Goddess! I’m getting wet! Totally wet! I ....

I swallowed. Down below was Dorothea, and she was looking very interested, as I was squirming in pain on wood, she was enjoying the spectacle. It pleased her to see how much I was suffering. Yes, I’m suffering Doro! I’m suffering like never before, I can’t stand it - but I must! I must bear it! You could free me, but you won’t. You’re gladdened by my pain, I have to suffer for you, my cousin. I suffer and you watch. I hate it. I love it.

The pains became stronger, they overpowered me. I began to sob into the gag. I wanted to get down from the cross! Release me, Doro! Let me down! Please !!! I squirmed with all my strength. I was crying again without ceasing. After a spell of rest I began dancing again on the cross, I couldn’t help it, it happened by itself, I had no control over my body, it moved independently. Time had lost all meaning for me, I found myself in an ever-repeating time loop. Again and again I experienced the same pain, the same despair, I danced the same dance of agony on the cross, there was no end to it, there could be no end, because it had no beginning, it was always and forever. It would never end. The pain filled me completely. I was in pain. The agony and I were one.

I gave up completely. I broke down. I cried and whined softly to myself. I was suffering but I accepted it, what else could I do?

When Dorothea went to the pulley and lowered the cross, I couldn’t believe it at first. I thought I was suffering a hallucination, it couldn’t be. The cross was still standing upright and holding me, stretched out and condemned to eternal suffering. There could be no mercy for Lisette Lange. Lisette Lange would suffer further - suffer for all eternity.

Then I was lying flat on the wood and my cousin was opening the leather cuffs. She carefully took off my gag and helped me sit up. I was trembling all over. But I didn’t cry, I just stared at Dorothea in disbelief.

"I thought it would never end," I croaked. Silly - I still couldn’t speak. Doro darted away and came back a moment later with a bottle. I drank. Cool orange juice, gorgeous! Never had orange juice tasted so good to me, it revived my spirits.

Dorothea stood silently beside me and looked at me.

"I don’t believe it," I sighed, "just half an hour more, yet such an ordeal! I was half mad with pain. This time I really suffered, really suffered for the first time, Doro." I looked up at her: "Before, they were only mock battles. I couldn’t really lose. It hurt, sure, but nothing more. I cried a little bit, yes…but only today have I felt for the first time, that the cross completely

defeated me, that I was broken and humiliated. I lost. I've surrendered. Yet’ve borne it.” I smiled, “I can do it, Doro, but it’s appalling, I tell you, four hours are unbelievable!"

I got up. I was surprised that my knees barely trembled, I could stand up.

She was still silent, looking at me wide-eyed. She seemed strange.

"Doro? How about you?" I asked. "You’re looking so queer?"

She said not a word. She walked slowly through the workshop until she was standing right under one of the pulleys that hung from the ceiling. She dropped to her knees and looked down.

"I'm a bad girl, Lisette." Her voice was barely audible. "A very, very bad girl." She looked at me with her eyes wide, "I've been naughty, Lisette. I’ve lied and cheated on you. I deserve to be punished."

I didn’t understand. "Doro?"

"I .... I .... I lied." Her eyes were large ponds full of fear and anticipation., they shone strangely, "I’ve deceived you. That wasn’t four hours, Lisette, it was five! Five hours, Lisette. I did it on purpose. For that I deserve to be punished."

She lowered her eyes. "Punish me, Lisette! Punish me hard! I've earned it!"

 

[Primus pilus]

Doro stood in front of me and looked at me. She was fascinated. She watched me in curiosity while I danced on the cross, while I squirmed in agony. She never missed a detail, she was watching me so closely. I shouted to her to untie me. She didn’t respond. She had yet to grasp how it was with me! She did nothing. On the contrary, everything seemed to her to be going exceptionally well, she was very satisfied, watching me while I cried.

I cried and cried. I gave up. I couldn’t help it. I screamed into the gag. I whimpered. I wailed. I whined. I begged my cousin with my eyes - set me free!!!

She did nothing. She failed me, just let me stay hanging on the cross, suffering. Oh Doro, please! Please !!!

She did nothing. She watched me silently. She said not a word. She just looked at me. I was mad with pain, I was screaming loudly. The gag just made a soft "Gmm! Gnn!"

Although I felt dehydrated, my bladder was torturing me, oh Goddess! Just don’t! Not before Dorothea's eyes! No! Not that! I fought against the pain and I struggled against the pressure in my bladder. Four hours could not be this long! That’s not possible! How could it be? Oh, how it was pressing! I was stopping it by force, I wouldn’t lose this fight, I vowed. But I’d already lost the battle against tears. Isn’t this just the same, again a stupid resolution?

"The force of water is so strong that even the strongest of men cannot keep it in." What a silly saying! But how true, I’d had tears I couldn’t hold back, and I won’t be able to hold back forever even the contents of my bladder.

I fought with all my strength, but I lost again. Suddenly, without warning, it gushed out of me. I let out a cry of pain, a sound of absolute shame. I turned bright red with embarrassment as it sprayed in a high arc out of me and splashed onto the floor.

My cousin looked on with interest. She said not a word. She just watched. She watched as I emptied myself against my will, and then began to dance again on the cross. She saw the tears in my eyes, now wide with shame. She saw the agony that was in those eyes and did nothing. She gave me up to the cruelty of the cross. She gave me up to be tortured.

Eventually, I became calmer. My tears dried. I hung silently on the cross. Intolerable pain filled me entirely, I was replete with pain and anguish. I couldn’t believe it, could a person actually endure this?

Yes, was the answer. If she’s forced to, like you are, Lisette. You will endure until the end. You can whine. You can cry. You can shout. You can submit. But you will remain on the cross, until Dorothea frees you. You can’t do anything. Only suffer. Sorrow, Lisette. Sorrow!

I suffered. Eventually, my body became covered with sweat again, with the slow, agonizing dance on wood. It began again. I had to dance, whether I liked it or not. Immense desolation took possession of me. I was totally helpless. I could do nothing. I found myself in the grip of pain, defenceless.

And then I felt a gentle agitation in my pain-filled despair. It was like a tender shoot - small and weak, but it was there, and it was growing. I couldn’t believe it. In my anguish I started to cry again. I lifted myself, trembling in my bonds, tugging at the leather cuffs that kept me on the cross, forbidding me from freedom. I was cying, I sobbed, I felt excitement. I was suffering, yet I was finding it beautiful.

It wasn’t like yesterday’s flogging, where pleasure and pain had kept in balance. I was feeling a lot of pain, I was suffering unimaginably, the cross was torturing me. But I still felt excitement rising in me. In defiance of the pain, I was excited. Goddess! I’m getting wet! Totally wet! I ....

I swallowed. Down below was Dorothea, and she was looking very interested, as I was squirming in pain on wood, she was enjoying the spectacle. It pleased her to see how much I was suffering. Yes, I’m suffering Doro! I’m suffering like never before, I can’t stand it - but I must! I must bear it! You could free me, but you won’t. You’re gladdened by my pain, I have to suffer for you, my cousin. I suffer and you watch. I hate it. I love it.

The pains became stronger, they overpowered me. I began to sob into the gag. I wanted to get down from the cross! Release me, Doro! Let me down! Please !!! I squirmed with all my strength. I was crying again without ceasing. After a spell of rest I began dancing again on the cross, I couldn’t help it, it happened by itself, I had no control over my body, it moved independently. Time had lost all meaning for me, I found myself in an ever-repeating time loop. Again and again I experienced the same pain, the same despair, I danced the same dance of agony on the cross, there was no end to it, there could be no end, because it had no beginning, it was always and forever. It would never end. The pain filled me completely. I was in pain. The agony and I were one.

I gave up completely. I broke down. I cried and whined softly to myself. I was suffering but I accepted it, what else could I do?

When Dorothea went to the pulley and lowered the cross, I couldn’t believe it at first. I thought I was suffering a hallucination, it couldn’t be. The cross was still standing upright and holding me, stretched out and condemned to eternal suffering. There could be no mercy for Lisette Lange. Lisette Lange would suffer further - suffer for all eternity.

Then I was lying flat on the wood and my cousin was opening the leather cuffs. She carefully took off my gag and helped me sit up. I was trembling all over. But I didn’t cry, I just stared at Dorothea in disbelief.

"I thought it would never end," I croaked. Silly - I still couldn’t speak. Doro darted away and came back a moment later with a bottle. I drank. Cool orange juice, gorgeous! Never had orange juice tasted so good to me, it revived my spirits.

Dorothea stood silently beside me and looked at me.

"I don’t believe it," I sighed, "just half an hour more, yet such an ordeal! I was half mad with pain. This time I really suffered, really suffered for the first time, Doro." I looked up at her: "Before, they were only mock battles. I couldn’t really lose. It hurt, sure, but nothing more. I cried a little bit, yes…but only today have I felt for the first time, that the cross completely

defeated me, that I was broken and humiliated. I lost. I've surrendered. Yet’ve borne it.” I smiled, “I can do it, Doro, but it’s appalling, I tell you, four hours are unbelievable!"

I got up. I was surprised that my knees barely trembled, I could stand up.

She was still silent, looking at me wide-eyed. She seemed strange.

"Doro? How about you?" I asked. "You’re looking so queer?"

She said not a word. She walked slowly through the workshop until she was standing right under one of the pulleys that hung from the ceiling. She dropped to her knees and looked down.

"I'm a bad girl, Lisette." Her voice was barely audible. "A very, very bad girl." She looked at me with her eyes wide, "I've been naughty, Lisette. I’ve lied and cheated on you. I deserve to be punished."

I didn’t understand. "Doro?"

"I .... I .... I lied." Her eyes were large ponds full of fear and anticipation., they shone strangely, "I’ve deceived you. That wasn’t four hours, Lisette, it was five! Five hours, Lisette. I did it on purpose. For that I deserve to be punished."

She lowered her eyes. "Punish me, Lisette! Punish me hard! I've earned it!"

Eulalia, Pp is lost for words this morning.

 

[Eulalia]

24 Doro is punished



I looked at my cousin in disbelief. But it took less than three seconds before I understood. All the little swipes, the constant provocation .... now it all made sense. Dorothea couldn’t bring herself to tell me, she was repressing it. She’d tried to annoy me, to drive me up the wall, until I’d punish her, all because she just couldn’t bring herself to reveal her true self to me. At first I was savage with anger, what she’d just committed was a total breach of trust! Such a thing couldn’t be acceptable, damn it! But I realised that the extra hour had finally broken me, it was just one last, desperate act, there would be no repeat, never.

Still, I was pissed off. Doro wasn’t generally so cowardly, Goddess, why hadn’t she said anything to me? For a moment I was playing with a very cruel solution. She knew that I wouldn’t freak out and that I wouldn’t banish her from me, I was way too hooked on my regular crucifixions. And the "in-betweens", which I liked very well. She knew, that.'s why she’d gone so far. But there was a way to punish her cruelly - I could forgive her! I could kneel down beside her and forgive her magnanimously. Then she’d look a fool! With severe punishment, there’d be no revenge, she’d get her fix, she’s absolutely longing to be punished, she wants to be tied up and beaten, she wants to pay. If I were to deny her, that would be the worst punishment of all.

To gain time, I got dressed, skirt and short-sleeved blouse, nothing more. I looked down at my cousin, she curled up on the floor on her knees waiting for my decision. Dorothea, who seemed so hard and stern, who took such pleasure in tying me up and tormenting, beating me to make me cry - ironic! She hadn’t dared to confess to me that she too longed for fetters and blows. So, the two gags - she hadn’t made a mistake in ordering online. The second gag’s intended for her. She wanted to shock me, yet she couldn’t tell me – poor, silly Doro!

Well, I thought, you’re not getting the gag - maybe later, but not today, miss! Today I want to hear you moan! You truly deserve punishment for what you did to me. It appealed to me, in retrospect, I’d endured a monstrous five hours, I’d had to endure it, I was incredibly proud - five hours! That was full-time! Not a fiddling hour or two, five! Five times one hour! Twenty quarter hours! Had I really started with just a single quarter of an hour?

I had to suppress a smile. A strange feeling came over me. It was a similar sensation to the moment when my mother looked at old photos of me in her album, where I was only a year or two old. “You always had that pensive face,” she said, she preferred it in her heart when I looked that way in photos. A piddling quarter of an hour! And today I was able to endure twenty times that. I was proud. Proud and happy. I had to thanks my cousin, without her I would have never have experienced it. So, good, she should get her thankyou-punishment - the right way!

"Get up, Doro." I tried to make my voice sound firm and determined. She obeyed immediately, eyes downcast. "Undress yourself, girl!" She began to undress. She turned bright red. "Are you not ashamed, girl?" I asked immediately. She nodded, her gaze still fixed to the ground. "Well then," I replied - my voice sounded hard and edgy, stern as a teacher’s! I made her stand in front of me. "For what you have done, you should be ashamed of yourself. You're a nasty girl! For what you’ve done you’re going to be punished severely! Do you understand ?"

Dorothea nodded. "Yes," she squeaked.

"What’s that?" I straightened up, "Kindly give the correct answer, girl, I'm the head girl!"

"Yes, ma'am head girl," said Doro immediately.

"You will now exhibited in the middle of the school yard," I snarled, "naked and nude! Everyone must see you! You won’t hide any part of yourself, girl! And then you’ll get your punishment, a beating on your butt!"

"Yes, ma'am head girl," said Doro quietly. Still she was looking down, ashamed of her nakedness, as could be clearly seen. Good to know, I thought. Yes, we’ll go for a walk in the woods. I grinned to myself.

Then I took a rope. Doro, as I commanded, had to hold her hands out and cross her wrists. I tied them together, I wasn’t gentle. I tied her hands firmly onto the hook of the pulley and went to the chain. Slowly, without any hurry, I pulled the chain, the hook lifted into the air, Dorothea's arms stretched upward over her head. I fixed the chain, Doro was stretched, I’d pulled her up so her feet were just standing on the floor. Then I got myself a second rope and tied her ankles together. After I‘d bound her feet, I knelt in front of her and looked at her genitals, which lay directly in front of me. It was when I’d had to satisfy her, I’d noticed that Dorothea had quite a pronounced clitoris, a real little lust-knob. The Princess and the Pea. Funny! Now, with such a clit you could do a lot. It was clear that this wouldn’t stop at just one punishment, Dorothea wanted it daily. Well .... she’s going to get it!

I got up. I took an instrument of chastisement out of the package on the table nearby. I chose the riding-crop, about which I already knew- it cuts really hard! With the whip in my hand, I returned to my bondaged cousin. Slowly I circled her. She was still looking at the ground, still red in the face.

"For your unacceptable behavior, you’re going to get thrashed, girl," I said in a stern voice, "Thirty solid blows on the bare bottom!" I took aim. "Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes, ma'am head girl."

"You are a bad girl!"

"Yes, ma'am head girl, I' m a bad girl. I deserve the punishment."

How humiliating it was!

"You will count aloud," I said, "count properly! If you miss, you’ll get more lashes! Each time you scream instead of counting, you’ll get an extra stroke. Not counting does not count, so if you omit to count a stroke, that means an extra one. Do you understand, girl? "

"Yes, ma'am head girl," said Dorothy.

To see my cousin naked and tied up, hanging in front of me, I found tingly, I had to admit that I was aroused to experience it this way around. Especially her being naked, her butt looked very tempting, the beautiful curves seemed to call out for the whip.

 

[Primus pilus]

24 Doro is punished

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I looked at my cousin in disbelief. But it took less than three seconds before I understood. All the little swipes, the constant provocation .... now it all made sense. Dorothea couldn’t bring herself to tell me, she was repressing it. She’d tried to annoy me, to drive me up the wall, until I’d punish her, all because she just couldn’t bring herself to reveal her true self to me. At first I was savage with anger, what she’d just committed was a total breach of trust! Such a thing couldn’t be acceptable, damn it! But I realised that the extra hour had finally broken me, it was just one last, desperate act, there would be no repeat, never.

Still, I was pissed off. Doro wasn’t generally so cowardly, Goddess, why hadn’t she said anything to me? For a moment I was playing with a very cruel solution. She knew that I wouldn’t freak out and that I wouldn’t banish her from me, I was way too hooked on my regular crucifixions. And the "in-betweens", which I liked very well. She knew, that.'s why she’d gone so far. But there was a way to punish her cruelly - I could forgive her! I could kneel down beside her and forgive her magnanimously. Then she’d look a fool! With severe punishment, there’d be no revenge, she’d get her fix, she’s absolutely longing to be punished, she wants to be tied up and beaten, she wants to pay. If I were to deny her, that would be the worst punishment of all.

To gain time, I got dressed, skirt and short-sleeved blouse, nothing more. I looked down at my cousin, she curled up on the floor on her knees waiting for my decision. Dorothea, who seemed so hard and stern, who took such pleasure in tying me up and tormenting, beating me to make me cry - ironic! She hadn’t dared to confess to me that she too longed for fetters and blows. So, the two gags - she hadn’t made a mistake in ordering online. The second gag’s intended for her. She wanted to shock me, yet she couldn’t tell me – poor, silly Doro!

Well, I thought, you’re not getting the gag - maybe later, but not today, miss! Today I want to hear you moan! You truly deserve punishment for what you did to me. It appealed to me, in retrospect, I’d endured a monstrous five hours, I’d had to endure it, I was incredibly proud - five hours! That was full-time! Not a fiddling hour or two, five! Five times one hour! Twenty quarter hours! Had I really started with just a single quarter of an hour?

I had to suppress a smile. A strange feeling came over me. It was a similar sensation to the moment when my mother looked at old photos of me in her album, where I was only a year or two old. “You always had that pensive face,” she said, she preferred it in her heart when I looked that way in photos. A piddling quarter of an hour! And today I was able to endure twenty times that. I was proud. Proud and happy. I had to thanks my cousin, without her I would have never have experienced it. So, good, she should get her thankyou-punishment - the right way!

"Get up, Doro." I tried to make my voice sound firm and determined. She obeyed immediately, eyes downcast. "Undress yourself, girl!" She began to undress. She turned bright red. "Are you not ashamed, girl?" I asked immediately. She nodded, her gaze still fixed to the ground. "Well then," I replied - my voice sounded hard and edgy, stern as a teacher’s! I made her stand in front of me. "For what you have done, you should be ashamed of yourself. You're a nasty girl! For what you’ve done you’re going to be punished severely! Do you understand ?"

Dorothea nodded. "Yes," she squeaked.

"What’s that?" I straightened up, "Kindly give the correct answer, girl, I'm the head girl!"

"Yes, ma'am head girl," said Doro immediately.

"You will now exhibited in the middle of the school yard," I snarled, "naked and nude! Everyone must see you! You won’t hide any part of yourself, girl! And then you’ll get your punishment, a beating on your butt!"

"Yes, ma'am head girl," said Doro quietly. Still she was looking down, ashamed of her nakedness, as could be clearly seen. Good to know, I thought. Yes, we’ll go for a walk in the woods. I grinned to myself.

Then I took a rope. Doro, as I commanded, had to hold her hands out and cross her wrists. I tied them together, I wasn’t gentle. I tied her hands firmly onto the hook of the pulley and went to the chain. Slowly, without any hurry, I pulled the chain, the hook lifted into the air, Dorothea's arms stretched upward over her head. I fixed the chain, Doro was stretched, I’d pulled her up so her feet were just standing on the floor. Then I got myself a second rope and tied her ankles together. After I‘d bound her feet, I knelt in front of her and looked at her genitals, which lay directly in front of me. It was when I’d had to satisfy her, I’d noticed that Dorothea had quite a pronounced clitoris, a real little lust-knob. The Princess and the Pea. Funny! Now, with such a clit you could do a lot. It was clear that this wouldn’t stop at just one punishment, Dorothea wanted it daily. Well .... she’s going to get it!

I got up. I took an instrument of chastisement out of the package on the table nearby. I chose the riding-crop, about which I already knew- it cuts really hard! With the whip in my hand, I returned to my bondaged cousin. Slowly I circled her. She was still looking at the ground, still red in the face.

"For your unacceptable behavior, you’re going to get thrashed, girl," I said in a stern voice, "Thirty solid blows on the bare bottom!" I took aim. "Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes, ma'am head girl."

"You are a bad girl!"

"Yes, ma'am head girl, I' m a bad girl. I deserve the punishment."

How humiliating it was!

"You will count aloud," I said, "count properly! If you miss, you’ll get more lashes! Each time you scream instead of counting, you’ll get an extra stroke. Not counting does not count, so if you omit to count a stroke, that means an extra one. Do you understand, girl? "

"Yes, ma'am head girl," said Dorothy.

To see my cousin naked and tied up, hanging in front of me, I found tingly, I had to admit that I was aroused to experience it this way around. Especially her being naked, her butt looked very tempting, the beautiful curves seemed to call out for the whip.

You have set my expectation nicely Eul. Pp is looking forward to Doro's thrashing and he hopes she miscounts.

 

[Madiosi]

I forgot the chapter. Help me! Lisettes dream in old school

 

[Eulalia]

I reached out and swung the lash. Doro winced. She gave out a little cry, more surprise than pain. "One," she hastily counted.

I struck again, and I watched with interest her quivering buttocks. Doro shrieked again, now it sounded defiant. "Two!"

No, I thought, not so. I must flog your rebelliousness out of you. I hit harder. "Three! Ow!"

Very well then. I began to wallop my cousin brutally. Just as she’d beaten me, I had to beat her hard enough to elicit every time a cry of pain, I didn’t let up. Dorothea went on counting aloud. She moaned. She gasped. She squirmed. It was exciting, so beautiful, to watch her. I understood why she so happy thrashing, it was fun, even for me!

Dorothea's naked butt was plated with red weals, while I went on gaving her blow aftet blow. Sometimes she miscounted, then she got an extra lash. I began to give more focus in targetting my strokes, and finally I managed to break Doro’s resistance, she began to cry, sobbing,

Towards the end, I was having to restrain myself so as not to hit too hard. She was delirious as she went on counting out loud. Because she frequently forgot, she paid the penalty several times, she actually got a total of forty strokes on her bum.

After the last shock she hung sobbing on the hook. I saw the tears running down her cheeks. It was a beautiful sight. She looked so sweet and innocent, so soft. I’d never seen my cousin like this, and it was a wonderful feeling to have brought her to this.

I bent down and undid her bondage. By the time I’d released her hands, whe was no longer crying, but still she dropped to her knees. With wide eyes she looked up at me. "Thank you! Thanks for the punishment, my lady, head girl," she said fervently. To experience her being so humble was just incredible, I knelt down and hugged her, she snuggled up to me, shaking. "Thanks," she said softly, "thankyou, Lisette."

I squeezed her and said, "Come on now, Doro, get dressed. We’re going for a little walk. There’s still time before Aunt Annie comes home."

I insisted that she, like me, wore only a skirt and a short-sleeved blouse, nothing more. Our feet were naked, and on the floor above we were also naked. I put on a backpack and put a few things in it.

It was a special experience, to scamper so lightly dressed beyond the village and off onto the first available lane. We walked into the forest.

"If we fancy, we could go to the Flower Show tomorrow," Dorothea mused aloud. She seemed so resolved, her eyes had a dreamy expression.

"You want to go there without panties?" I asked, "To the Flower Show?"

She nodded, "Yes. And barefoot. Right from the beginning. That would be a test of courage."

I thought about it. The whole day barefoot, from morning to night. In the train, on the bus, on the garden show. Always. Naked upskirt. People would see our bare feet, but not our naked pussies. The idea had something, it would sure be fun.

"Thankyou, Lisette," Doro said suddenly, her voice was very quiet. I looked at her askance.

"You know why?" she said.

"You couldn’t talk about it," I said.

She shook her head and looked down.

"You wanted it but you didn’t say, did you? You wanted to be punished."

She nodded enthusiastically, she was bright red in the face.

"From now on I’ll beat you sometimes," I said.

She turned to me, her cheeks crimson, "Thankyou, Lisette," was all she said, all she managed to say.

Poor Dorothea! I took her by her upper arm, "Come with me. There!” I led her down the forest path between trees and bushes through to a point that appeared to me sufficiently well-hidden. I pulled off the backpack and opened it.

"Take off your clothes, Dorothea!"

She swallowed and obeyed without protest. Soon my cousin was standing naked in front of me in the woods. She was still red in the face, it looked too sweet, she was ashamed, she was afraid. At the same time I observed her the excitement.

I took a short rope from the pack. "Cross your wrists behind your back, Doro," I told her, she did as requested and I tied her hands together, then I led her to a position between two young saplings. I made her lie down on her stomach in such a way that her knees were in line between the two tree-trunks. I took another rope and tied her feet together, not forgetting to pull the rope once through between her feet. I pulled the loose ends of the hand and foot bondage together and made a knot, so that her hands and feet were tied close together behind her back. But that was not enough for me, I wanted to prevent her from wallowing around. I took a third strand from the backpack, this one was longer than the other two. I attached it exactly between her bondaged feet. right and left, winding the rope round them several times, then I tied the right and left ends to the young trees. I tightened them well until this rope was taut. Now my cousin's feet couldn’t move - not forward, not backward, and not to either side.

I took Dorothee's gag out of the backpack, when she saw it, her eyes widened.

"You need punishment," I told her. "The strokes on your buttocks were just a beginning, Doro, I’m going to punish you regularly from now on. I need to do that, ‘cause you were a bad girl. You need punishment, Dorothea. understood?"

"Yes Lisette," she said, lifting her face, she didn’t resist as I put the gag in, on the contrary she kept quiet as a lamb. After I had finished tying it, I took the whip out of the backpack and stepped behind her.

Her bare soles were offered to me seductively. They were milky white, but the barefoot walk had made them dark all over where her feet had touched the ground. A pretty sight!

To try it, I made the whip whirr through the air. Dorothea stiffened in her bonds. So that’s how it looks, I thought, that's how I looked when you hit me. No wonder you like doing it so, Dorothea, it's fun.

 

[Eulalia]

I forgot the chapter. Help me! Lisettes dream in old school

thanks yet again Madiosi - chapter 9 would be the place, I've edited it into this thread.

 

[thehangingtree]

These are two demented women... More please...

 

[Pia]

16 For the first time with leather cuffs

Before we went back to the house, Dorothy picked up the drill, and from a drawer in the workbench she took the appropriate drill-bit, the same gauge as the holes in the arms of the cross. At the top of the sloping footrest Doro drilled a hole exactly in the centre of the upright, right through it. Then she took the leather cuffs, "Look at them, Lis, custom-made exactly for you!" She showed the things to me, they were made of brown leather and not so big and thick and menacing as I’d expected. The cuffs for my wrists were nearly three inches wide, the two for my ankles only two centimetres. The leather was thick and strong, it felt stiff. Dorothea noticed my scepticism. "Your body heat will quickly make them softer, Lisette. After a breaking-in period, the leather adapts to your measurements. Those things will fit comfortably, and in time like a glove. Look inside - there, they’re very soft. They’re made of two layers of leather, sturdy outside, soft inside." Indeed the cuffs were soft and tender inside, it felt good. "I chose brown leather," she said, "that colour goes well with your red hair and your green eyes, better than jet black I think." I had to agree with her.

I looked at the cuffs in detail. The ones I knew from the internet had on the back a small sturdy metal ring, or an eye, in which you could fit a chain, but these ones Doro had ordered were different - at the back of the wrist-cuffs were projecting bolts, mounted in the leather so they could swivel. Under the soft inner layer of the cuffs I could feel flat metal discs, these were holding the bolts onto the sleeve, or vice versa, the whole thing twisted around easily. Doro took them and put the bolts through the left and right holes in the cross-bar. On the tips she fitted washers and screwed nuts onto the bolts that stuck out below. She tightened them firmly with a spanner, they’ll hold, that’s for sure.

I moved my wrist-cuffs, they turned about - I understood, they’d give me enough freedom of movement in my wrists to dance on the cross, to and fro, up and down. That's good, I thought. The ankle cuffs were linked together, a bolt stuck right out from the mid-point between the two cuffs, it had a wide head fitting exactly in between where the leather bonds ended, below this head the thread began. Dorothea put the bolt into the hole in the footrest and screwed it tight. Now I understood why the spacer was there, the cuffs were fitted exactly onto the wood, so they’ll be able to hold my ankles perfectly. My heels would stand flat against the wood of the upright beam without being pressed forcibly onto it. All in all, a comfortable looking thing! Well .... tomorrow morning I’ll try it!

Dorothea stood beside me, we looked at my new piece of work. "Looks neat," she opined, "real cool - see Lis, leather things are so you, you’ll make a better model than with ropes, especially now it’s all fixed up. You’ll just lie there, arms apart, all four cuffs on, and up you’ll go!" She pushed me towards it, "Are you happy with it already?" I knelt down on it, "Yes, Doro, I'm curious to see how it feels. It looks like I'll have a bit more room to move, then I’ll be able to stand the time on the cross more easily." She turned my face towards her, "Just need to get in there, huh? Two and a half hours in the morning, and tomorrow afternoon the same again, yes?" She smiled, I nodded, "Yes, Doro. Two and a half. Twice in a row."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek, "Five powerful hours on the cross tomorrow. You’re coming on quite beautifully, Lis, one can only admire
you, you really do want to experience it all!" Yes, I did.

Aaaagh - once again the no notification monster strikes and I find I am a whole EIGHT PAGES behind this story which I thought I had been following! Well, as is sometimes the case, the luck is all mine, because I have some lovely catching up with one of my very favourite stories to do!!!!! Yeeeee!!!!! It's wonderful stuff Eul!!!!!

 

[Primus pilus]

I reached out and swung the lash. Doro winced. She gave out a little cry, more surprise than pain. "One," she hastily counted.

I struck again, and I watched with interest her quivering buttocks. Doro shrieked again, now it sounded defiant. "Two!"

No, I thought, not so. I must flog your rebelliousness out of you. I hit harder. "Three! Ow!"

Very well then. I began to wallop my cousin brutally. Just as she’d beaten me, I had to beat her hard enough to elicit every time a cry of pain, I didn’t let up. Dorothea went on counting aloud. She moaned. She gasped. She squirmed. It was exciting, so beautiful, to watch her. I understood why she so happy thrashing, it was fun, even for me!

Dorothea's naked butt was plated with red weals, while I went on gaving her blow aftet blow. Sometimes she miscounted, then she got an extra lash. I began to give more focus in targetting my strokes, and finally I managed to break Doro’s resistance, she began to cry, sobbing,

Towards the end, I was having to restrain myself so as not to hit too hard. She was delirious as she went on counting out loud. Because she frequently forgot, she paid the penalty several times, she actually got a total of forty strokes on her bum.

After the last shock she hung sobbing on the hook. I saw the tears running down her cheeks. It was a beautiful sight. She looked so sweet and innocent, so soft. I’d never seen my cousin like this, and it was a wonderful feeling to have brought her to this.

I bent down and undid her bondage. By the time I’d released her hands, whe was no longer crying, but still she dropped to her knees. With wide eyes she looked up at me. "Thank you! Thanks for the punishment, my lady, head girl," she said fervently. To experience her being so humble was just incredible, I knelt down and hugged her, she snuggled up to me, shaking. "Thanks," she said softly, "thankyou, Lisette."

I squeezed her and said, "Come on now, Doro, get dressed. We’re going for a little walk. There’s still time before Aunt Annie comes home."

I insisted that she, like me, wore only a skirt and a short-sleeved blouse, nothing more. Our feet were naked, and on the floor above we were also naked. I put on a backpack and put a few things in it.

It was a special experience, to scamper so lightly dressed beyond the village and off onto the first available lane. We walked into the forest.

"If we fancy, we could go to the Flower Show tomorrow," Dorothea mused aloud. She seemed so resolved, her eyes had a dreamy expression.

"You want to go there without panties?" I asked, "To the Flower Show?"

She nodded, "Yes. And barefoot. Right from the beginning. That would be a test of courage."

I thought about it. The whole day barefoot, from morning to night. In the train, on the bus, on the garden show. Always. Naked upskirt. People would see our bare feet, but not our naked pussies. The idea had something, it would sure be fun.

"Thankyou, Lisette," Doro said suddenly, her voice was very quiet. I looked at her askance.

"You know why?" she said.

"You couldn’t talk about it," I said.

She shook her head and looked down.

"You wanted it but you didn’t say, did you? You wanted to be punished."

She nodded enthusiastically, she was bright red in the face.

"From now on I’ll beat you sometimes," I said.

She turned to me, her cheeks crimson, "Thankyou, Lisette," was all she said, all she managed to say.

Poor Dorothea! I took her by her upper arm, "Come with me. There!” I led her down the forest path between trees and bushes through to a point that appeared to me sufficiently well-hidden. I pulled off the backpack and opened it.

"Take off your clothes, Dorothea!"

She swallowed and obeyed without protest. Soon my cousin was standing naked in front of me in the woods. She was still red in the face, it looked too sweet, she was ashamed, she was afraid. At the same time I observed her the excitement.

I took a short rope from the pack. "Cross your wrists behind your back, Doro," I told her, she did as requested and I tied her hands together, then I led her to a position between two young saplings. I made her lie down on her stomach in such a way that her knees were in line between the two tree-trunks. I took another rope and tied her feet together, not forgetting to pull the rope once through between her feet. I pulled the loose ends of the hand and foot bondage together and made a knot, so that her hands and feet were tied close together behind her back. But that was not enough for me, I wanted to prevent her from wallowing around. I took a third strand from the backpack, this one was longer than the other two. I attached it exactly between her bondaged feet. right and left, winding the rope round them several times, then I tied the right and left ends to the young trees. I tightened them well until this rope was taut. Now my cousin's feet couldn’t move - not forward, not backward, and not to either side.

I took Dorothee's gag out of the backpack, when she saw it, her eyes widened.

"You need punishment," I told her. "The strokes on your buttocks were just a beginning, Doro, I’m going to punish you regularly from now on. I need to do that, ‘cause you were a bad girl. You need punishment, Dorothea. understood?"

"Yes Lisette," she said, lifting her face, she didn’t resist as I put the gag in, on the contrary she kept quiet as a lamb. After I had finished tying it, I took the whip out of the backpack and stepped behind her.

Her bare soles were offered to me seductively. They were milky white, but the barefoot walk had made them dark all over where her feet had touched the ground. A pretty sight!

To try it, I made the whip whirr through the air. Dorothea stiffened in her bonds. So that’s how it looks, I thought, that's how I looked when you hit me. No wonder you like doing it so, Dorothea, it's fun.

Eul, Pp has enjoyed whipping Lisette with Doro every time and now he has to adapt to working with Lisette. A different but very pleasureable challenge this morning.

 

[Eulalia]

I reached out and whipped her once on each foot, in rapid succession. The loud “thwack!” of the whip on Doro’s naked skin was arousingly beautiful. Her feet twitched and she gasped into the gag.

You don’t scream? Well, we’re going to change that, my love. I slammed harder. In a steady rhythm I administered firm strokes with the whip. My cousin’s feet twitched wildly. She tugged at her bonds and grunted into the gag. Tears welled up in her eyes. I was going to break her resistance – Goddess, that was a nice thought! It excited me beyond measure, to break Dorothea’s resistance, to make her scream. I whipped, over and over again. She was crying, sobbing into the gag. I hit even harder, sharper. The whip cracked on her unprotected soles, a gorgeous sound. Dorothea began to scream in her gag, it was only a faint "Gnn!" "Gmm!" "Gnnn!!!" but I could hear how painful the treatment was, I was causing my cousin pain, I was beating her, I was make her dance in her bondage, it was beautiful, exciting.

I was torturing her feet, and wishing at the same time to be in her place and to be taking it. How her feet twitched! How she struggled against the cords! She tried everything she could to dodge the blows, and yet she could do nothing but endure it, whether she liked it or not.

"Doro! Sweet Doro," I was thinking as I flogged her, I was wet in the crotch, I was beginning to drip. Goddess that was exciting, I was enjoying the power I had over my cousin and beating her more and more, I couldn’t get enough of it.

Now you know how it feels, Dorothea, I thought. Now you know. Now you’re experiencing it first-hand. Now you’re suffering. Cry, Dorothea! I want to make you suffer, I have the power to do so. I started hitting as constantly as a clock, and she delighted me with her contortions and her twitching feet. She looked beautiful. I could at last understand what she meant when she said I looked beautiful in my pain, it was a wonderful, intoxicating experience. Ironically, I took pleasure in beating my cousin!

When I stopped, she sobbed for a while in her gag. I gave her time to calm down. Meanwhile, I was looking at her skirt. Yes, there it was, clipped inside - the safety pin. I took it with me and went across to Dorothea. She had calmed down. In her eyes there were tears, but she was silent, she was waiting to see what I’d do to her next.

I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her chin and forced her, gently but firmly, to look at me.

"Dorothea? I'm going to untie you. But just to tie you up again. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good," I said, 'you will obey!"

She nodded again.

I untied her and directed her to the right-hand sapling. She had to kneel in front of it, leaning her back against the trunk and stretching her arms high. I tied her wrists together behind the stem, just as she’d done to me. I pulled her so the wrist-bonds were a little high, so she was nicely stretched, but still had her knees on the ground, and tied everything securely. For this I put an extra cord around her wrists and the tree trunk, and wound it around five times before I made a knot. Then I knelt down behind the trunk and tied her feet together.

I stood up and looked at her, now she was just right, she looked beautiful as she knelt there with upraised arms, back to the tree, a truly lovely sight, naked and helpless. I took the safety pin and lifted my skirt up at the front and attached it to my blouse. With bare fanny I introduced myself to my cousin and pressed my sex into her face,

"Satisfy me, Dorothy!"

She obeyed and set off immediately, eagerly she worked my pussy with lips and tongue. I held on to the tree trunk and had to stifle a loud moan. Never before had a girl done this to me, it felt incredible. I was carried away in pleasure. Doro knew what she had to do, she licked me into seventh heaven. While she was satisfying me, I was imagining the wildest things I could do to her. I began to sigh and moan, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. In my womb I felt wild tingling, tongues of flame licking inside me, that’s how it seemed to me. I squirmed and had trouble controlling myself, I don’t want to accidently move away from my cousin. O was beautiful! It was especially beautiful because she was tied up and had to obey me. Yes, I thought, yes Doro! Yes! Keep going! O how luscious I felt!

I came with a soft cry and had to stop at once because my knees were so soft they could hardly hold me, they were trembling mightily. Only after a minute was I able to free my cousin. Together we went back home. Again and again my cousin threw me shy glances, she didn’t dare speak. I stopped and hugged her spontaneously, she returned the hug. "Thank you, Lisette," she said softly, "thank you!"

 

[Barbaria1]

I reached out and whipped her once on each foot, in rapid succession. The loud “thwack!” of the whip on Doro’s naked skin was arousingly beautiful. Her feet twitched and she gasped into the gag.

You don’t scream? Well, we’re going to change that, my love. I slammed harder. In a steady rhythm I administered firm strokes with the whip. My cousin’s feet twitched wildly. She tugged at her bonds and grunted into the gag. Tears welled up in her eyes. I was going to break her resistance – Goddess, that was a nice thought! It excited me beyond measure, to break Dorothea’s resistance, to make her scream. I whipped, over and over again. She was crying, sobbing into the gag. I hit even harder, sharper. The whip cracked on her unprotected soles, a gorgeous sound. Dorothea began to scream in her gag, it was only a faint "Gnn!" "Gmm!" "Gnnn!!!" but I could hear how painful the treatment was, I was causing my cousin pain, I was beating her, I was make her dance in her bondage, it was beautiful, exciting.

I was torturing her feet, and wishing at the same time to be in her place and to be taking it. How her feet twitched! How she struggled against the cords! She tried everything she could to dodge the blows, and yet she could do nothing but endure it, whether she liked it or not.

"Doro! Sweet Doro," I was thinking as I flogged her, I was wet in the crotch, I was beginning to drip. Goddess that was exciting, I was enjoying the power I had over my cousin and beating her more and more, I couldn’t get enough of it.

Now you know how it feels, Dorothea, I thought. Now you know. Now you’re experiencing it first-hand. Now you’re suffering. Cry, Dorothea! I want to make you suffer, I have the power to do so. I started hitting as constantly as a clock, and she delighted me with her contortions and her twitching feet. She looked beautiful. I could at last understand what she meant when she said I looked beautiful in my pain, it was a wonderful, intoxicating experience. Ironically, I took pleasure in beating my cousin!

When I stopped, she sobbed for a while in her gag. I gave her time to calm down. Meanwhile, I was looking at her skirt. Yes, there it was, clipped inside - the safety pin. I took it with me and went across to Dorothea. She had calmed down. In her eyes there were tears, but she was silent, she was waiting to see what I’d do to her next.

I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her chin and forced her, gently but firmly, to look at me.

"Dorothea? I'm going to untie you. But just to tie you up again. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good," I said, 'you will obey!"

She nodded again.

I untied her and directed her to the right-hand sapling. She had to kneel in front of it, leaning her back against the trunk and stretching her arms high. I tied her wrists together behind the stem, just as she’d done to me. I pulled her so the wrist-bonds were a little high, so she was nicely stretched, but still had her knees on the ground, and tied everything securely. For this I put an extra cord around her wrists and the tree trunk, and wound it around five times before I made a knot. Then I knelt down behind the trunk and tied her feet together.

I stood up and looked at her, now she was just right, she looked beautiful as she knelt there with upraised arms, back to the tree, a truly lovely sight, naked and helpless. I took the safety pin and lifted my skirt up at the front and attached it to my blouse. With bare fanny I introduced myself to my cousin and pressed my sex into her face,

"Satisfy me, Dorothy!"

She obeyed and set off immediately, eagerly she worked my pussy with lips and tongue. I held on to the tree trunk and had to stifle a loud moan. Never before had a girl done this to me, it felt incredible. I was carried away in pleasure. Doro knew what she had to do, she licked me into seventh heaven. While she was satisfying me, I was imagining the wildest things I could do to her. I began to sigh and moan, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. In my womb I felt wild tingling, tongues of flame licking inside me, that’s how it seemed to me. I squirmed and had trouble controlling myself, I don’t want to accidently move away from my cousin. O was beautiful! It was especially beautiful because she was tied up and had to obey me. Yes, I thought, yes Doro! Yes! Keep going! O how luscious I felt!

I came with a soft cry and had to stop at once because my knees were so soft they could hardly hold me, they were trembling mightily. Only after a minute was I able to free my cousin. Together we went back home. Again and again my cousin threw me shy glances, she didn’t dare speak. I stopped and hugged her spontaneously, she returned the hug. "Thank you, Lisette," she said softly, "thank you!"

oh how luscious !!!

 

[Primus pilus]

I stood up and looked at her, now she was just right, she looked beautiful as she knelt there with upraised arms, back to the tree, a truly lovely sight, naked and helpless. I took the safety pin and lifted my skirt up at the front and attached it to my blouse. With bare fanny I introduced myself to my cousin and pressed my sex into her face,

Pp has Doro, bound like this, etched into his mind this morning. He has an hour's sleep before the alar,.....can he?

 

[Madiosi]

thanks yet again Madiosi - chapter 9 would be the place, I've edited it into this thread.

Very nice! I paste the Picture in the Book.

 

[Eulalia]

25 Six hours on the cross - Lisette collapses



We stood face to face again, yet something was different. Dorothee "waited on" me. It began when she knelt before me and took off my sandals. Then she stood up and silently unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off me. Now I was standing in front of her in my skirt, no slip, I’d left that off when I got dressed this morning. Unhurriedly my cousin took off my skirt. How she looked at me!

Something was different between us, since I’d beaten her, Dorothea looked so contented, silent joy shone in her eyes, she had received what she’d wished for so fervently. I could imagine what was going through her mind, I’d had a similar experience when I was first allowed to go up on the cross, a feeling that one could hardly describe in words, a mixture of quiet joy and contentment with an excitement was shaking so hard it was stunning. It was nice. It was so good.

Dorothea hugged me from behind, she kissed me on the cheek and her fingers played with my nipples, which sprang up promptly. Her right hand passed over my stomach and down between my legs. I moved my feet a bit further apart to give her unrestricted access. Knowing fingers stroked and massaged me down there, gently, provocatively…

"Lisette," she whispered, "you want it, go for it!"

"I want it," I said.

She kissed me again. "Then do it. Tomorrow there’ll be no time, we’ll be going to the Flower Show. You’ll only get onto the cross again the day after tomorrow." She turned me round and looked me straight in the eye. "After a day off, it’s not certain what you’ll be able to withstand, Lisette." She kissed me on the mouth. "Lie down on the cross, Lisette, you must have what you wish for."

She let go of me. For a moment I stood still and motionless, then I lay down on the cross, I was trembling with excitement. Six hours. Six! I spread out my arms, set my wrists in the open leather cuffs, Doro shut them, now there was no turning back. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, I felt my cousin strap my feet. The pulley began to rattle, the chain lifted me, rick-rick, click-click. I rose up for the longest crucifixion of my life - six hours, I had to be crazy!

Below came a faint click as Dorothea inserted the locking pin in the bracket that secured the cross. My Cross. It was my cross. It was mine. Or not? Actually, I felt I belonged to the cross. Once I was strapped in, I became the property of two massive wooden beams, they held me, arms spread wide, feet together.

"Graceful." That was Dorothee's voice coming from below. She looked up at me, eyes wide and shining. "You look so graceful, Lisette. Your attitude on the cross ...."

Could she read minds? Looking at me, did she know how I felt? What I felt? Was it so obvious? It was a kind of spiritual nakedness. Together with the nakedness of my body there was a strong feeling - a feeling of helplessness, I was completely exposed, internally and externally.

"Other people should be able to see you like that," she said, "really, Lisette You should think about doing it publicly, being crucified. I know you’d like it, face it, don’t hide from it – you would like to do it, eh? Be honest! "

I nodded. More I couldn’t say. But I’d accepted it, for the first time really accepted, it was like signing a secret consent form, as if Doro and I had concluded a secret treaty with each other. I felt scared, a little bit anyway, but mostly the idea excited me. Now would it really happen? Oh Goddess! I, Lisette Lange, eighteen years old, naked and crucified in front of two dozen spectators!

I stretched myself on the bar. Doro looked at me for a while, then she went to her painting table, but she didn’t pick up the brush, she opened her laptop and started up the computer.

I closed my eyes and gave myself up one of my fantasies. I had so many different films and theatrical pieces stored in my head. Almost always they were about bondage and flogging - especially, of course, crucifixions. They were almost invariably held in public, except in the small feature films in which I was a model for a photographer or painter or sculptor. All the others were played in classrooms, in school-yards, in public...

Dorothea was right. Deep down I wanted to be crucified in front of spectators. I would be abysmally ashamed, but the shame belonged to the experience, just to imagine it aroused me.

I floated away into one of these special schools that existed only in my imagination. The Day of the Cross, every Saturday. It was a special ritual in which we schoolgirls prayed for forgiveness of the sins of the world. Standing to right and left along the side walls of the church were crosses and during the service girls hung on these crosses. Thus, at the beginning of the service, everything’s ready, they've tied us up an hour earlier on the cross-bars. Then we had to endure about two hours until the ritual was over. Two hours. I smiled to myself. What were two hours! I’d have to endure six hours.

My faithful friend, Mr. Pain, had long since come to me. With gentle force he crawled into my muscles and let me suffer. It hurt and I endured it. It fulfilled me totally, it was more excitement than pain, I was wet in the crotch. Again, I tensed my pelvic-floor muscles and pressed my legs against each other. Oh joy! I continued working in my excitement. Dorothea noticed nothing, she was working hard on her computer, typing diligently. I squirmed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, I was beginning to sweat. Again and again I reared myself up, my excitement increased, I belonged to the cross, I was the property of the cross, it owned me as a slave. Yes, my body was the inheritance of the wood, it belonged to him, he could do with my body whatever he wanted, I was powerless, I was given up to the wood. It was beautifully fulfilling.

After I’d been a few minutes on the cross, I felt like struggling and squirming, but I tried not to let on. I did not want Doro paying attention to what was happening to me. If you're going to be publicly crucified, the spectators will see it all, the little voice said in my head, then you won’t be able to hide, Lisette! There will always be a few standing directly in front of you and watching what happens to you. They will witness it, how you perform on the cross. You'll hide no secrets from these viewers! You’ll be exposed in a way that you just can’t imagine, exhibted naked in front of them, Lisette. You'll be stripped to your core, you won’t be able to hide anything, everything will come out - your pain, your arousal, your shame, everything!

The thought excited me. Again, I stretched myself on the wood. I was in pain, I greeted it, it only made me the cross really sweet. I wanted pain, I had to admit that honestly, it thrilled me to suffer, the more it hurt, the more excited I became. It was a dance between pain and pleasure. The pain was the pleasure, the pleasure was pain, pleasure and pain were one. But Mr. Pain would win, in the end he would win, he’ll defeat me, he’ll break me. I wanted it, I wanted to be broken. It was so good for me to openly admit it, I was a masochist and loved pain. It was a fact and I could accept it. I wasn’t unsure, anxious, ashamed about it, not any more.