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538 T and the lad10538 T and the lad10It was soon dawn, and Saturday, she knew she only had today and tomorrow, then on Monday they would use her and pack her off on the train like used goods, sending her home to, well who knows what , there to reveal who his helpers had been, and praying for Dave to be in a good mood when he found out that Clive was his nephew and her sister who he thought of as Ruth, was T and in an i****tial tryst with the boy.She dragged herself wearily from her bed, her sex was sore from that dildoe, she not having expected her nephew to have hammered his mother so hard. She stumbled off to the kitchen, half asleep, brewed tea just for herself then trundled back to the bathroom and ran a hot bath to soak away her problems. Knowing how much they had seen one another over the time she had been here she did not lock the door just dumped her dressing gown and nighty on the chair and sank into the bubbles. It was bliss, the cares of going home and so on slipping away as she sipped the tea even her soreness seemed to ebb away. The mug empty she placed it on the chair as well, she began to doze, the soporific effect of the water a joy, her hands straying to her sex, gently touching herself. The door opened, it was the lad, his dressing gown open, his morning stiffee prominent, on seeing her he blustered an apology, for intruding on his aunts privacy, which she said didn’t matter, and if he needed to pee to shut the door and come to her first. Shrugging he closed the door, turned to her and thanking her for being such a sport this week he bent down and kissed her, gently, her hand reaching out and with a warm wet hand gently oh so gently found his ball sack and held his balls in a firm but loving grip. He looked alarmed, but she allayed his fears just a little by saying “I`ve got you this time me-laddo, and for a change I am in charge ok, and I won`t hurt you if you don’t pull away!” she eased him nearer adding “yesterday we saw H getting wet on video, and I so want to try it myself and your going to supply the water, got it?” his treasured possessions were in her hands he was not going to argue. Throwing off the gown without a word, he leant across the bathtub, the tiles covered in condensation, cold and wet under his warm hands, as he bridged the bath, he needed to empty his bladder, she wanted his piss, win, win! She was kissing his bell end, cop this, he thought and began his stream, quick as a flash her free hand caught his foreskin and shut it to the stream it swelled like a tiny balloon pain shot round the top of his penis, as he tried desperately to cease the flow,. “Ouch that hurts aunty, why did you do that?” She smiled, “its to insure you know what pain is, to ensure you use me well on Monday morning, and you talk to my Dave tomorrow to know what he wants done to me do you understand?” he nodded, the skin tight as a drumskin now, she went on to say, “I`ve come to love the pain you inflict on me but only if my hubby, my master tells you and whatever he prescribes you do it regardless of my pleas, understand?” he nodded, then to her surprise said, “will you sleep with me in my bed tonight aunt Elly, just us and vanilla sex as I just want you without any of our games!”“What about my sister, wont she be upset?” he paused the added, “I will talk to mum then she won`t mind. but will you …please?” She found herself near to tears, saying “I am touched thank you for asking and yes of course!” “ and will you do something else for me aunty?” she asked what it was, and he said in a high voice, “let go of my bloody foreskin it feels stretched!”She put her lips to the tip of it and grinning broadly letting the thing go. Pee spurted into her mouth and looking upwards she kissed him and passed a little of his water to him. They tasted the bitter water laughing together and as her mouth returned to his hose, he began to spray it in ernest, her mouth bulging as she tried so desperately to drink down his passing. By a miracle only a little drained into the water. Drained he pushed himself from the wall and again they kissed, he dressed once more and chuckling to himself, went off to start breakfast shouting to his mother the time as he passed her room. She roused herself and after a minute or two she toddled off to the bathroom to find her sister still soaking in the bath, with Elly`s permission she used the toilet, while her sister rose from the now fast emptying bath and dried herself, together they wandered to bahis şirketleri the kitchen and over breakfast they planned out the two days they had left, Ellen had long wanted to see Corfe castle, it having been her school project way back! So, they packed up a picnic basket and with T driving off they went.Of went the little party in such a rush they left Ellen`s phone behind and on arrival like the rest of the visitors, they absorbed the sun and the wonderful views of the passing trains which was more of interest to Rodney than a bunch of crumbling stones. Like visitors they had their picnic, they sun-bathed, and they enjoyed the place. Ellen wandered off to fetch ice-creams, Rodney took the moment to ask his mother if he could sleep with his aunt that night. He used a silver tongue and before her return with giant 99`s, permission was his. They drove home and arrived just in time to see Dave had called on Ellen`s phone. She rang immediately, apologising for missing him and explaining that they had been out, though she was careful not to enlighten him as to where! He asked for Clive, telling him he wanted a private word, to facilitate which the lad moved out to the garden leaving the women to do tea. What was said we shall never know, but you can be sure it was instructions for Sunday and more importantly Monday morning. The lad came indoors looking a little white, he wouldn’t say anything about Monday except that “Dave and himself had had a difference of opinion about the degree of the punishment, but on Sunday he had requested some pictures of both women flashing their goods out and about somewhere busy… which he had totally agreed with.”The women exchanged glances, but carried on with their tasks, each mentally ignoring Monday, blanking it entirely and deciding on what clothing to wear for ease of flashing their matronly bodies next day!It was after the meal that when they began washing up, Ellen tentively asked “If what I must endure will be accomplished with full bondage?” his reply was that, “For some of it you will be restrained, but the final test will be to be filmed being free and willingly giving a breast for what you will already know by then will be megga painful, now please don’t ask again, that’s all I`m allowed to say!” She nodded, knowing the lad was under pressure. Then she and her sister discussed where they should display themselves best for the distant master, a master to whom they all now realised, had them dancing to his tune.The evening passed slowly, not one of them mentioning sex, masters, or pain. They watched a rather good no brain film, then another and finally making coffee before bedtime, mother saying she, “Was off to bed and not to let her lay in tomorrow before going out.”Ellen and the lad sat sipping their coffee, after she had gone, then she asked, “why did you ask if you could sleep with me young-man, am I so attractive or is it having the unreachable?” he smiled, “I don’t realy know why the attraction, perhaps it a bit of the unreachable, and a bit of revenge from the man who cant have you this week, but it’s a lot of you being maturely attractive.”She smiled flattered, stood, took his hand and led him to the stairs clicking out telly and lights as they went. It was a gentle ‘mature and boy’ night, three times before dawn they made love and it realy was love, aunty and nephew, mother and son type deep and enjoyable, looking to ensure the partner comes first type tryst. They were up early, sat sandwiches made before 8am, drinking tea and musing over the night. Suddenly she asked, and will you love me as you did last night when you have me to tied down on Monday?” his answer after thought for a second, was, “ look aunty, last night you were mine, and we loved one another, you felt it, and so did I, but, and it’s a big but, on Monday, when I use you, and mark your arse, and hurt you, at that time you are his, completely and utterly, not mine, not mums-sister, you’re his and to prove it you will give yourself, take his pain, and ride home to him all the way in pain just for him and to prove to him, your husband and your Master, you have done as he wished. But I will never in all my lifetime forget last night with you … ever!”Tears ran down her face, that one so young could be so advanced, was beyond her, trying to hide the fact she had been brought to this by one long sentence, she suggested he “go call your mum” and as he rose to do so she muttered “and thank you” blushing a little bahis firmaları he walked out, ignoring her washing her tear stained face at the sink, hoping to restore herself before her sister came asking questions.By mid-morning, they were on the road to the Swanage railway, the women in summer dresses, stiff petticoats, knicker-less, but both wearing bra`s, and looking like 1960`s holiday makers, cool and attractive.Rodney insisted on them sitting on the platform legs akimbo, while he took a few shots, much to the joy of a shunter coupling up coaches at track level which allowed him a good view from platform height. Mothers smile as he was caught eying her delights, had him scuttling away red of face.They boarded the train her back to the engine and were soon riding along in an excellent carriage, the lovely Dorset countryside passing at a reasonable rate, Ellen sitting on a seat-end mother sitting opposite her in a group of 4 near the coach end.Rodney sitting in the group on the other side of the half empty coach, so that he could take pictures easily. The camera clicked away, open legs flashing the lad, and at the father in the next 4 seat booth towards the engine, mother managing to flash the man twice before the first stop. By the time everyone could see Corfe castle he was looking most uncomfortable. And getting up to get off there, had an umbrella in his summer shorts, to his wife`s irritation. Folks soon flooded on A bunch of young lads taking the seats recently vacated by the family. the first lad from the gangway catching on to mothers show rapidly, and alerting his mates, rapidly causing four heads to be craning at the treasures on show. They showed no worries about the clicking camera which Rodney explained were for a magazine introducing himself as ‘Rod’. Before Kingston station they were crowding round the ladies posing and before long taking liberties even British rail might have blanched at never mind a preservation line! Slowly they slid into Swanage station they were soon on the sands, followed by the hopeful lads, who were to be on hand all day. At one-point Ellen indeed found as she sat down on the sand one of the lads had his hand their first, so she jumped up in a fright to every-ones enjoyment. The lads paid for drinks, then fish and chips being rewarded by kisses and various little pets and touches, not enough to get them screwed, but enough to get them interested enough, just as they would have back in their girlhoods. It was an education to ‘Rod’ and a wonderful set of photographic opportunities. Smoothly they played the lads, it was a wonderful performance and by 3pm they set off back to the station each by now with a handful of Purbeck rock for mothers and for dave. They joined the train once again, this time in a beautifully turned out southern saloon, again 4 seat sets, this time mid coach. The boys by now having split the group into two lads and one of the ladies in each of the two mis coach 4`s both women facing the engine their ‘Photographer’ sitting in as before opposite the first 4, and facing both women, as the lightly loaded train started, so did the boys! Hands slipping under skirts and other hands slipping into bra`s to the joy of the ladies who both sat passively enjoying the attention.The cry of “Tickets please” had rapidly removing hands, and as soon as he appeared the production of tickets. The things clipped, the collector slithering his eyes across the ladies decalage like some elderly pervert. Realising the combined eyes of each group were on him he moved on and the lads resumed their exercise`s. as they passed Corfe castle again both women peering at the old stones while a finger was deep in the channel and a hand was cupping the contents of each bra… a photographers joy!At the end of the line the place they had met the train, they left the train and finding the boys lived in Wareham, and on the way home, they agreed to visit, Ellen riding in the boys car, and one of the boys riding with mother to show the way.It was obvious from their arrival the boys wanted to screw both ladies, and to rods deep joy that’s what they soon did, the flat shared it seemed by the oldest of the lads, John and the tall skinny one known as ‘horrid Horace’ they didn’t ask why, each seemed to melt away into rooms with the lads, ‘rod’ at his insistence popping from room to room to secure the ultimate shots. An hour passed then the two dishevelled ladies appeared smiling and tired. In the car on the kaçak bahis siteleri way home it was remarked as being the finest last day. The girls showered, then both turned to Rodney and together, they led him to bed, it he knew would be a long-long night.Dawn broke, it was time to rise, the three acted normally, they fed, then Rodney asked if his aunt was packed and her clothes already, she stood, still dressed in her nightdress, “my clothes are laid out on my bed” she said, “Fetch them down” he orderedshe fetched down the suitcase, and laid the clothing on the sofa, he sorted it out, threw her the nickers and the bra telling her to “remove the nightclothes and to pack these videos, and these unwanted under clothes!” She looked a bit shocked, but she packed the extras as she was instructed then went as he told her down to the cellar, knowing her time had come.Waiting in the cellar was her sister, who indicated the table top with a nod, straps and ropes were soon attached, she was secured. The hard-cold surface of the table, made her shiver, arms tight chafing on the sharp edges, her body cool, laid waiting under the invading eye of that damned camera, where was he, get on with it, times passing, my train leaves soon, where are you…Suddenly and silently he appeared, whip and cane in hand, he smiled and hissed “100!” Fear ran cold through her whole body, as he placed the vicious whip and the long cane on the cupboard picking up a soft stranded whip and beginning at her leg backs. The leather fell, time and again, each with a call from her sister of “1, 2, 3,” at the buttocks it had monotonously grown to “20, 21” each stringing stroke heating her skin but laying itself hard though not so bad as she expected. The lash saw the dip of her back, the chant, “40, 41, 42” the shoulders “49 50 change!” a moments silence, he appeared at the cupboard, selected the cane, and then returned to her starting just under her buttocks with a smart blow. Suddenly she realised the first 50 light strokes were to raise her awareness of the cane or whatever he chose to use. The drone of her sister and the smart of the cane was back in her consciousness ,”53,54,55, 56” desperately trying to keep quiet, and not give them the satisfaction… “57, 58, 59” she began to sob, “68,69, 70 change”… though misty eyes she saw him fetch a length of electrical flex,Again he struck, now working on her seat, the flex bent in two each stroke hitting like red hot strips of red hot metal, “75, 76, 77” the drone passing slowly but her arse a field of wobbly unbelievable fire, each fetching yet another oh or streak of fire scream “85…86…87…88… 89… 90 Change” a seconds rest while he disposed of that dreadful flex, and collected a riding crop. Her mind quaked, again the pause while he changed sides then began once more working down from the shoulders and resting between strokes.“92… 93…94…the voice continued, each call marking another searing stroke, a scream now drowning out the count, her sister realising that waiting the cry dieing to a sob, “ 96 ahg…97 whop ohh…98 whap aahg.. 99 ,wap, ohh, please no more, sob, one hundred, well done Clive,that is that stage completed!” She found herself, her back screaming to be eased, but no such luck, she sat up, sitting was now painful on an arse that had been so hard punished. Ruth laid her back… she found her arms secured once more. God what more now, what`s that roar she can`t see, her sister cupped her left breast “what`s going on?” she cried, a glowing welding rod passes over her head, “Nooooo!” the hot rod hits just above the end on rod burns the skin, she screams, her body rising from the table in abject pain as the rod retreated, wriggling in screaming pain.They let her rest then released her helping her to stand. They took her to stand in front of the camera. Suddenly she remembered his words, prove to your master… god no, please.The lamp war roaring again Ruth in her ear whispering, “hold that breast…for Dave”Shaking now she cupped the breast, raised it and waited. The rod appeared her eyes shut she stayed as still as her nerves would allow. Taking pity, the rod just dabbed her skin, it was over. the film quickly downloaded for Dave they went upstairs. T sprayed her sisters back, then told her “that will only last an hour. But it will help. Rodney reappeared, and to her horror, quickly fitted the pin bra, pain coursed through her breasts, the dress on she found herself in the car, and at the station just in time, the train rumbled in and it was kisses all round, before tearfully she took her seat. What would happen now, the precious memory stick in her pocket, her tits in pain her backside a throbbing mass of seething pain, and she was homebound…

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