windar
Teller of Tales
CHAPTER TWELVE
As soon as they got back to their room, Tara headed for the bathroom, where she gingerly lowered her underpants-the friction of the cotton against her inflamed skin was painful-and she craned her neck to try to see her ass in the bathroom mirror, but the angle made it difficult to see the full picture. What she could see looked bright red.
“Dee!” she called. Delia poked her head in. “How bad does it look?” Tara asked.
“Like something from a horror movie,” Delia replied.
Tara looked dismayed. “Really?”
Delia knelt to get a closer look. “No, just kidding. It’s red like an apple, pretty much all over, but there’s no blood or anything, like Amanda had.”
“That’s good, I guess, but it’s still burning, like when you get too much sun,” Tara said.
Delia pulled her panties down. She winced as Tara had from the contact. “How does mine look?” she asked.
Tara examined her friend’s butt. “Like how you described mine. He and Kelly might pretend that this is all fun and games, but that bastard really hit hard and it hurt like hell.”
“You’re not kidding, girlfriend,” Delia said. “Things are getting serious here. And this guy’s the gentleman of the group according to Kelly. Imagine what the others are doing. If you say yes to their games, you suffer, but if you say no, you suffer even worse. We’ve got to get out of here and fast, before things get worse.”
“That’s easy to say, Dee, but how? We’re on a private island where everyone works for him and won’t rock the boat to help us. They don’t give a shit about us, really. We have no phone service or internet so we can’t contact anyone. And the guy who runs the country is in on it.”
“We’re fucked, Tara. And now it’s both literally and figuratively.”
“You said that before, Dee.”
“And I was right.”
“Yeah, so what do we do?”
“Beats the fuck out of me, Tara. Let’s go find that doctor and see if she can help us.”
“You think she would, Dee?”
“Help us escape, no. She works for him. In fact, we’d better pretend we’re having a great time here when we talk to her. But maybe she can give us something to ease the burning.”
“I don’t know. She seemed to be enjoying Amanda’s whipping.”
“You got a better idea? Should we go back and see the ‘Principal’ and ask him?”
Tara shook her head and slowly pulled her underpants back up. Delia did the same and they went in search of the doctor.
In the great room, one of the local women who worked around the house was cleaning the glass in the French doors that looked out on the sea. “Excuse me, miss. Can you tell us where the doctor’s office is?” Delia asked, careful to be polite.
“The Clinic?” she asked. Tara nodded. The woman pointed to a corridor that led off towards the back of the house. “You go down there. It’s on the left,” she replied with a strong Island lilt.
They quickly found the Clinic. The doctor, wearing green scrubs this time, rather than a bra and panties under a lab coat looked up from the magazine she was reading. “Yes, what is it?” she asked, seeming a bit irked to be disturbed.
“We’d like you to take a look at this,” Tara said. She slowly lowered her underwear. Delia did the same.
The doctor glanced at the two very red asses. “Yes,” she said.
“He hit us with a big wooden paddle. Six times each,” Tara added.
“The ‘Principal’?” the doctor asked. They nodded. “That’s his favorite game. To each his own.” She shrugged.
“He’s done that before?” Delia asked.
“Oh sure,” the doctor replied. “He’s a guest here, so he gets to do what he wants. I hope you pleased him.”
“He seemed to like it,” Tara said. “But it really hurts,” she complained.
The doctor looked again at their butts. “I’ve seen much, much worse. There’s some superficial inflammation and some bruising. No breaks in the skin, so no possibility of infection.”
“What about that stuff you put on Amanda after her whipping?”
The doctor laughed. “There’s no comparison. She had cuts and some serious welts.”
“Could we have some painkillers at least? Some ibuprofen or acetaminophen?” Delia asked.
The doctor shook her head. “Those are forbidden. The point of whatever punishment the Personal Companions are given is to hurt, so they learn their lesson or to please the guests as the case may be. Either way, painkillers would interfere.”
“So you won’t do anything to help us?”
The doctor went to a large cabinet against the wall. She opened it, rooted around a bit and handed them a bottle. It was an over-the-counter skin lotion that one could pick up in any pharmacy or supermarket. “It has aloe, lanolin and peppermint. Take a cool shower –that will reduce the burning sensation and then put some on. That’s the best I can tell you.”
“Thank you doctor,” Tara replied. “You’ve been very helpful.”
As soon as they were out the door, Delia muttered, “What a bitch!”
“The point of punishment is to hurt,” Tara mocked.
“Fuck her and everybody else here!” Delia said loud enough to overheard had anyone been in the hallway.
Back in their room, Tara undressed and padded into the bathroom. “I guess I’ll try a cool shower and some of that lotion afterwards. It can’t hurt I guess.”
“Right behind you girlfriend,” Delia said.
The cool water really did ease the burning in her ass, Tara found. She let it pour down her back for as long as she could, stopping only because she didn’t want to deny Delia her relief. She toweled off and laid face down naked on her bed, trying to process all that had happened in the past couple of days.
Just a few days ago, she had been a fairly innocent college girl from a small town, not a virgin, but with a rather vanilla sex life-a few boyfriends, a couple of hook ups, nothing out of the ordinary. And here she was, having sex with men under threat of severe punishment for failing to please them, having lesbian sex with her roommate and another woman, watching a college student like herself being mercilessly whipped and being paddled herself.
Her head swam. And the effect of the cool water had worn off. She reached for the bottle of lotion and squirted a bit on her hand and tried to apply it to her burning ass. “Here, let me help,” she heard Delia, who had emerged from her shower wrapped in a towel, offer.
“That would be great.”
Delia took the bottle of lotion from her, deposited a generous amount on her hands and began gently smoothing it all over Tara’s butt cheeks. “Oh, that feels good,” she purred.
“Just relax and enjoy,” Delia said, replenishing the lotion and continuing her stroking.
Tara closed her eyes and gave in to the very soothing feelings. “The only thing that makes being here bearable is that we’re together, Dee.”
“The Two Musketeers,” Dee replied. “Yeah, this would be even worse if I were alone.” Her hand had reached the bottom of Tara’s ass, where the cheeks joined her thighs. Slowly, but inexorably they strayed between Tara’s legs.
Tara turned her head back to look at her friend. “Is that OK?” Delia asked.
“Very OK,” Tara replied. Delia’s hands had reached her perineum, separating her vulva from the crack in her butt.
“How’s about you turn over? It’s hard for me to reach like this,” Delia suggested.
“I think lying on my back would hurt my ass,” Tara replied.
“You could get up on all fours,” Delia suggested. Tara raised herself up. There was a moment of pain as she moved, but once she got in position it felt alright. Delia applied more lotion to her hands.
Careful to avoid leaning her weight onto Tara’s sore butt, Delia got on her knees between Tara’s legs and resumed her hand’s journey towards Tara’s pussy. “You’re very wet, girlfriend,” she remarked as her fingers made contact with Tara’s labia. “Are you turned on or is it just water from the shower?”
Tara looked at her. “I really do feel horny. I mean, we’ve been having sex non-stop and even though the guys are weird old perverts, it’s still sex. Plus, I don’t know, the burning in my ass somehow seems to have made me hot. Weird isn’t it? I mean it’s not like I ever thought about being paddled before.”
“I don’t know what’s weird anymore,” Delia replied. “I guess I’m feeling it a bit, too, to be honest.”
“You want me to do you?” Tara asked.
“Yeah, I do, but after. You just enjoy yourself for now.” And, with that, Delia resumed stoking her roommate’s girl parts, slowly bringing her fingers up to that special place. Tara was squirming, pressing her crotch against Delia’s hand.
When Delia’s fingers finally completed their slow journey towards Tara’s clitoris, Tara squealed in delight. “Oh, yes, Dee, that’s the spot.”
“I know that,” Delia replied. “You just enjoy yourself, OK?”
“Oh, believe me, I will,” Tara replied. She was panting now as her excitement rose. The mix of pleasurable sensations and the burning in her ass was bringing her very rapidly to the brink of orgasm.
“Please don’t stop,” Tara begged as Delia swirled her thumb around the small nubbin of very sensitive flesh and inserted her second and middle fingers inside her friend’s very wet vagina. Despite the pain in her behind, Tara couldn’t stop herself from rocking back and forth now, adding to Delia’s stimulation and her own rapidly mounting arousal.
Suddenly, Tara went rigid. “Oh, fuck!” she growled as a very powerful orgasm rolled through her body. Her whole body shook and she felt a small gush of liquid spurting out, running down her legs. Finally, the contractions ebbed and she opened her eyes.
Drained by the sudden release of tension built up over the course of the day and their visit to the “Principal”, Tara slumped back down onto the bed. “How was that?” Delia asked.
“You couldn’t tell?”
“Of course, I could. Now how about you put a little of that lotion on me? It seems to be pretty powerful.”
As soon as they got back to their room, Tara headed for the bathroom, where she gingerly lowered her underpants-the friction of the cotton against her inflamed skin was painful-and she craned her neck to try to see her ass in the bathroom mirror, but the angle made it difficult to see the full picture. What she could see looked bright red.
“Dee!” she called. Delia poked her head in. “How bad does it look?” Tara asked.
“Like something from a horror movie,” Delia replied.
Tara looked dismayed. “Really?”
Delia knelt to get a closer look. “No, just kidding. It’s red like an apple, pretty much all over, but there’s no blood or anything, like Amanda had.”
“That’s good, I guess, but it’s still burning, like when you get too much sun,” Tara said.
Delia pulled her panties down. She winced as Tara had from the contact. “How does mine look?” she asked.
Tara examined her friend’s butt. “Like how you described mine. He and Kelly might pretend that this is all fun and games, but that bastard really hit hard and it hurt like hell.”
“You’re not kidding, girlfriend,” Delia said. “Things are getting serious here. And this guy’s the gentleman of the group according to Kelly. Imagine what the others are doing. If you say yes to their games, you suffer, but if you say no, you suffer even worse. We’ve got to get out of here and fast, before things get worse.”
“That’s easy to say, Dee, but how? We’re on a private island where everyone works for him and won’t rock the boat to help us. They don’t give a shit about us, really. We have no phone service or internet so we can’t contact anyone. And the guy who runs the country is in on it.”
“We’re fucked, Tara. And now it’s both literally and figuratively.”
“You said that before, Dee.”
“And I was right.”
“Yeah, so what do we do?”
“Beats the fuck out of me, Tara. Let’s go find that doctor and see if she can help us.”
“You think she would, Dee?”
“Help us escape, no. She works for him. In fact, we’d better pretend we’re having a great time here when we talk to her. But maybe she can give us something to ease the burning.”
“I don’t know. She seemed to be enjoying Amanda’s whipping.”
“You got a better idea? Should we go back and see the ‘Principal’ and ask him?”
Tara shook her head and slowly pulled her underpants back up. Delia did the same and they went in search of the doctor.
In the great room, one of the local women who worked around the house was cleaning the glass in the French doors that looked out on the sea. “Excuse me, miss. Can you tell us where the doctor’s office is?” Delia asked, careful to be polite.
“The Clinic?” she asked. Tara nodded. The woman pointed to a corridor that led off towards the back of the house. “You go down there. It’s on the left,” she replied with a strong Island lilt.
They quickly found the Clinic. The doctor, wearing green scrubs this time, rather than a bra and panties under a lab coat looked up from the magazine she was reading. “Yes, what is it?” she asked, seeming a bit irked to be disturbed.
“We’d like you to take a look at this,” Tara said. She slowly lowered her underwear. Delia did the same.
The doctor glanced at the two very red asses. “Yes,” she said.
“He hit us with a big wooden paddle. Six times each,” Tara added.
“The ‘Principal’?” the doctor asked. They nodded. “That’s his favorite game. To each his own.” She shrugged.
“He’s done that before?” Delia asked.
“Oh sure,” the doctor replied. “He’s a guest here, so he gets to do what he wants. I hope you pleased him.”
“He seemed to like it,” Tara said. “But it really hurts,” she complained.
The doctor looked again at their butts. “I’ve seen much, much worse. There’s some superficial inflammation and some bruising. No breaks in the skin, so no possibility of infection.”
“What about that stuff you put on Amanda after her whipping?”
The doctor laughed. “There’s no comparison. She had cuts and some serious welts.”
“Could we have some painkillers at least? Some ibuprofen or acetaminophen?” Delia asked.
The doctor shook her head. “Those are forbidden. The point of whatever punishment the Personal Companions are given is to hurt, so they learn their lesson or to please the guests as the case may be. Either way, painkillers would interfere.”
“So you won’t do anything to help us?”
The doctor went to a large cabinet against the wall. She opened it, rooted around a bit and handed them a bottle. It was an over-the-counter skin lotion that one could pick up in any pharmacy or supermarket. “It has aloe, lanolin and peppermint. Take a cool shower –that will reduce the burning sensation and then put some on. That’s the best I can tell you.”
“Thank you doctor,” Tara replied. “You’ve been very helpful.”
As soon as they were out the door, Delia muttered, “What a bitch!”
“The point of punishment is to hurt,” Tara mocked.
“Fuck her and everybody else here!” Delia said loud enough to overheard had anyone been in the hallway.
Back in their room, Tara undressed and padded into the bathroom. “I guess I’ll try a cool shower and some of that lotion afterwards. It can’t hurt I guess.”
“Right behind you girlfriend,” Delia said.
The cool water really did ease the burning in her ass, Tara found. She let it pour down her back for as long as she could, stopping only because she didn’t want to deny Delia her relief. She toweled off and laid face down naked on her bed, trying to process all that had happened in the past couple of days.
Just a few days ago, she had been a fairly innocent college girl from a small town, not a virgin, but with a rather vanilla sex life-a few boyfriends, a couple of hook ups, nothing out of the ordinary. And here she was, having sex with men under threat of severe punishment for failing to please them, having lesbian sex with her roommate and another woman, watching a college student like herself being mercilessly whipped and being paddled herself.
Her head swam. And the effect of the cool water had worn off. She reached for the bottle of lotion and squirted a bit on her hand and tried to apply it to her burning ass. “Here, let me help,” she heard Delia, who had emerged from her shower wrapped in a towel, offer.
“That would be great.”
Delia took the bottle of lotion from her, deposited a generous amount on her hands and began gently smoothing it all over Tara’s butt cheeks. “Oh, that feels good,” she purred.
“Just relax and enjoy,” Delia said, replenishing the lotion and continuing her stroking.
Tara closed her eyes and gave in to the very soothing feelings. “The only thing that makes being here bearable is that we’re together, Dee.”
“The Two Musketeers,” Dee replied. “Yeah, this would be even worse if I were alone.” Her hand had reached the bottom of Tara’s ass, where the cheeks joined her thighs. Slowly, but inexorably they strayed between Tara’s legs.
Tara turned her head back to look at her friend. “Is that OK?” Delia asked.
“Very OK,” Tara replied. Delia’s hands had reached her perineum, separating her vulva from the crack in her butt.
“How’s about you turn over? It’s hard for me to reach like this,” Delia suggested.
“I think lying on my back would hurt my ass,” Tara replied.
“You could get up on all fours,” Delia suggested. Tara raised herself up. There was a moment of pain as she moved, but once she got in position it felt alright. Delia applied more lotion to her hands.
Careful to avoid leaning her weight onto Tara’s sore butt, Delia got on her knees between Tara’s legs and resumed her hand’s journey towards Tara’s pussy. “You’re very wet, girlfriend,” she remarked as her fingers made contact with Tara’s labia. “Are you turned on or is it just water from the shower?”
Tara looked at her. “I really do feel horny. I mean, we’ve been having sex non-stop and even though the guys are weird old perverts, it’s still sex. Plus, I don’t know, the burning in my ass somehow seems to have made me hot. Weird isn’t it? I mean it’s not like I ever thought about being paddled before.”
“I don’t know what’s weird anymore,” Delia replied. “I guess I’m feeling it a bit, too, to be honest.”
“You want me to do you?” Tara asked.
“Yeah, I do, but after. You just enjoy yourself for now.” And, with that, Delia resumed stoking her roommate’s girl parts, slowly bringing her fingers up to that special place. Tara was squirming, pressing her crotch against Delia’s hand.
When Delia’s fingers finally completed their slow journey towards Tara’s clitoris, Tara squealed in delight. “Oh, yes, Dee, that’s the spot.”
“I know that,” Delia replied. “You just enjoy yourself, OK?”
“Oh, believe me, I will,” Tara replied. She was panting now as her excitement rose. The mix of pleasurable sensations and the burning in her ass was bringing her very rapidly to the brink of orgasm.
“Please don’t stop,” Tara begged as Delia swirled her thumb around the small nubbin of very sensitive flesh and inserted her second and middle fingers inside her friend’s very wet vagina. Despite the pain in her behind, Tara couldn’t stop herself from rocking back and forth now, adding to Delia’s stimulation and her own rapidly mounting arousal.
Suddenly, Tara went rigid. “Oh, fuck!” she growled as a very powerful orgasm rolled through her body. Her whole body shook and she felt a small gush of liquid spurting out, running down her legs. Finally, the contractions ebbed and she opened her eyes.
Drained by the sudden release of tension built up over the course of the day and their visit to the “Principal”, Tara slumped back down onto the bed. “How was that?” Delia asked.
“You couldn’t tell?”
“Of course, I could. Now how about you put a little of that lotion on me? It seems to be pretty powerful.”