1. Rebecca returns.
For the third evening in a row I looked down the road from my bedroom window, and for the third evening in a row I was not meeting the solitary figure coming toward our house as had been our custom before last Saturday.
I watched through field glasses at Rebecca shuffling up the dusty road, looking up in hopes of seeing me coming her way. I wanted to see her, that much was certain, but the memories of what had happened last weekend were too fresh in my mind.
Seeing Rebecca made me think of the way I had seen her that afternoon in the Brown's barn. Strung up from the rafters naked and being whipped by her father was her punishment for being caught by her sister with my dick in her hand, and I couldn't imagine how much worse it would have been had her sister arrived a few moments earlier when Rebecca was sucking my cock dry.
I had replayed in my mind the image of Rebecca dangling helplessly while her father slashed her with that stick, and I was confused and ashamed of my reaction to witnessing it. Even worse, I was still embarrassed about my reaction to what her father had done to Rebecca after undoing the ropes.
What was wrong with these people? Most importantly, what was wrong with me? I was an eighteen year old virgin who was desperately trying to get laid. The scene I had witnessed was way beyond what my mind could handle at that point, sort of like finding yourself in college after graduating sixth grade.
Rebecca was wearing that sleeveless denim shirt that she had worn the evening she had given me that incredible blowjob, and she looked so incredible in it that I felt myself getting aroused just watching her.
This evening was going to be different, or so it seemed, because instead of stopping at the usual spot where we used to meet, this evening Rebecca continued to walk up the road toward my house. I quickly got dressed and flew down the stairs, not wanting to have to introduce her to my parents. Not after all I had witnessed.
I was out the door in no time at all and ran across our lawn and met Rebecca, who smiled broadly when she saw me coming.
"Hey Bobby, been missin' ya!" Rebecca said as I reached her, giving me a big hug and kiss as those big breasts of hers pressed against me.
"Hi Rebecca, I didn't think you'd want to see me again after... what happened."
"Oh that? Heck, that was no big deal," Rebecca said as she took my hand and led me back toward that tree down by the creek.
"No big deal?" I said in disbelief.
"Oh yeah, my Mama said she caught you watching me in the barn," Rebecca said cautiously. "Uh, how much did you see anyway?"
"Ummm... after your father untied you I left," I lied, unable to admit that I had watched well beyond that point. Rebecca seemed pleased at that and squeezed my hand tight as we headed down the slope to the tree.
"Well then, that was no big deal," Rebecca laughed nervously. "Heck, don't you get punished when you get caught messin' up?"
"Sure, but not like... that," I said. Sure has hell NOT like that was what I was thinking. Not getting stripped naked and being strung up by my wrists. Not by getting whipped with a tree branch repeatedly. Not by having my father do to me what hers had done to her.
"Things are different out here in the sticks Bobby," Rebecca said as she backed up against the tree. "You sound like you're mad at me, or disgusted or something. Didn't you like watching me?"
"Like it?" I answered quickly. "It looked like you were getting killed."
"That didn't turn you on at all Bobby?" Rebecca said as she put her hands on my shoulders. "You didn't wish that you were the one doing the whipping?"
"No way!" I said defiantly.
"That's funny," Rebecca said as she nuzzled into my neck, kissing me and nibbling her way up to my ear before whispering huskily, "because Mama told me that the wall next to where you were standing was covered with spunk."
As she said that, Rebecca's hand snaked down and grabbed my crotch. My dick was rock hard and I let out a moan as Rebecca's hand found it and stroked it through my shorts.
"That's alright baby," Rebecca said as I squirmed under her grasp. "You got a boner just talking about it. It's okay with me. Fact is I would have have enjoyed it even more if I knew you were watching."
"Enjoyed it more?" I croaked.
"Of course I like it," Rebecca said softly. "Especially when it's not really a bad beating. That one was was easy. Does that surprise you, I mean with me liking it Bobby?"
"Well, yeah it does," I admitted meekly before adding, "but doesn't it hurt though?"
"It hurts, but it hurts really good, if you know what I mean," Rebecca said, and I guessed from the expression on my face she could tell that I didn't know. "I probably would have come an extra time if I knew you were outside with your thing in your hand."
"Did your mother tell your father that I was out there doing..."
"Heck no!" Rebecca said with a laugh. "If she had you wouldn't be out here talking with all your teeth like you are. I don't think he would have appreciated an audience. Mama and I have a really good relationship and we talk a lot."
I surmised that he certainly would not have wanted anybody to see the savage way he treated his daughter, not to mention what went on after the whipping, but I bit my tongue and remained silent.
"So you still didn't answer my question," Rebecca said as she moved backward and reached up to grab the low-hanging limb above her head.
"What question? I asked as I watched Rebecca hanging provocatively in front of me, much like the way she was suspended in her barn.
"I asked you whether you wished that you were the one whipping me," Rebecca said slyly as she watched for my reaction.
"Gee, I'd rather do other things, like maybe make love to you," I said hopefully.
"Not gonna happen Bobby," Rebecca said as she let go of the limb and looked around cautiously. "I gotta stay pure for my husband, whoever that might end up to be. Heck, it could even be you. Other stuff, now that's something else. You tell me you wouldn't like to string me up and wail away on me?"
Rebecca pulled the blouse out from under her jeans and pulled it off her creamy white shoulders, made even more pale looking by the deep farmer's tan she had from her biceps down. The corset-like bra strained to hold back those twin torpedoes as she reached up again to grab the limb.
Rebecca looked at me looking at her, and then glanced down and over to her side and smiled at where my attention had gone.
"Gee Bobby, you sure got a thing for the hair under my arms, don't you?" Rebecca said chuckling at what I assumed was my blushing reaction to her catching me staring at the abundant tufts of strawberry blonde hair that filled her armpits. "Just think, if you had me all tied up like this you could do whatever you wanted, couldn't you?"
I said nothing, and was even having trouble swallowing and breathing as I stared at Rebecca.
"What do you think baby, you want to do it to me Saturday morning? Want to punish me? Everybody goes to sell stuff at the Farmer's Market in the city and we'll be all alone," Rebecca said as I shifted my weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. She twisted around ever so slowly, which afforded me a glimpse of the faded welts that crossed her muscular back.
"Yes," I croaked almost inaudibly.
"I thought you would say that," Rebecca said. "Now drop your shorts and do yourself."
"What?"
"Pull down your shorts and jerk yourself off like you did when you watched me last Saturday," Rebecca said. "Just thinking about you doing it turns me on, and I want to watch you do it in front of me. Besides, you know if you don't now you'll only do it later, right? I can see all around us from here, and nobody's around. Do it Bob."
As if under Rebecca's spell, I found myself pulling down my shorts and peeling my underwear down. My dick sprang up as it was released, and while I was initially self-conscious at it being so much smaller than Rebecca had experienced, it only took a few tugs to erase that thought from my mind.
"Oooooh, that's it" Rebecca said as she watched me take my dick in hand and begin to stroke it slowly. "Mmmmm... you got such a beautiful dick on you Bobby. I love the way it curls up toward your tummy when it's stiff. Remember last week when I sucked on your dick right here?"
"Yes," I grunted as I changed my grip and began pulling at my cock with more intensity.
"Your spunk tasted so good - so sweet. I can't wait to watch you shoot your load Bobby," Rebecca said in a voice that was almost as guttural as mine. "Jerk that cock Bobby. Tell me when you're going to shoot baby."
I moaned what was an attempt at a response, too wrapped up at the sight of Rebecca writhing in front of me. I fought back the urge to cum, enjoying watching Rebecca watching me and not wanting it to end.
"Oh that's it baby. I can see your cock starting to drool - it's so red and hard," Rebecca wailed. "Just like it was last weekend. Betcha went home and jerked off right after you got home, didn't you baby?"
"Yes."
"How many times Bobby?"
"Couple," I lied. "A lot... all weekend," I admitted almost immediately. I had indeed whacked off so many times since then my arm ached.
"Thinking about me? Thinking about me getting whipped?"
"Yes... thinking about you hanging there naked... wanted to... ohhhh!"
Rebecca moaned and twisted at my admission, and the combination of Rebecca's voice and the vision of her in what seemed like in the middle of having an orgasm herself was too much.
I was standing in front of her naked from the waist down, with my cock in my right fist and my balls in my left hand both working rapidly.
"Coming!" I grunted, and my knees buckled as I felt my orgasm rise up from the depths of me. Cum was flying out in front of me wildly as I heard Rebecca wail in ecstacy at the sight.
As my orgasm finally began to subside Rebecca dropped down off the limb and knelt in front of me. She quickly took my dick into her mouth and began to siphon out the last few dribbles as my cock continued to jerk helplessly.
I looked down at Rebecca who had her nose buried into the little tuft of hair above my dick, still sucking my deflating member slowly but forcefully as I ran my hands through her dirty blonde hair. Eventually Rebecca looked up at me and winked before getting up off her knees.
"That was nice, wasn't it Bobby?" Rebecca asked as she grabbed her blouse off the ground and shook the grass off it.
"Nice," I repeatedly mindlessly as I stood there spent, my shorts still down around my ankles.
"Saturday morning, around nine, okay Bobby?" Rebecca asked all the while knowing the answer without me saying it.
Rebecca gave me a kiss and a hug before skipping off across the field to her house. I shook my head to clear the fog which had enveloped me and managed to pull my shorts back up before heading toward home.
2. Saturday morning.
It was with a great deal of trepidation that I walked throught the field that separated Rebecca's house from ours. The half mile walk gave me plenty of time to think about what I was about to do, not that I hadn't spent most of the last couple days doing just that.
Even though it was only 9 in the morning, the heat of the morning promised yet another scorcher in what had been a brutal summer so far in upstate New York, and I had worked up a considerable sweat during the ten minute walk. Some of it was from nerves, as I was just as scared as I was excited.
The pickup truck was not in the driveway, so I felt fairly confident going up to the back porch and knocking. I thought I heard some moving around inside, and was startled when I heard Rebecca's voice from behind me.
"Here I am Bobby!" Rebecca called out, and I turned to see her in the doorway of the barn waving to me. I eagerly jumped over the porch railing and hustled over to meet Rebecca, who seemed excited to see me.
"Thought I heard you inside the house," I told Rebecca as she closed the door behind us, dropping the metal bar that secured the barrier.
"Probably the cat," Rebecca said as we embraced. "You ready Bobby?" she asked as she handed me a fairly thick tree branch and walked over to the middle of the barn. Rebecca had already thrown ropes over the support beam and stood between them waiting for me.
"Um, what do I do?" I asked her, totally unsure of what the procedure was that she wanted me to follow.
"Well Bobby, you're going to punish me. I've been bad. You're going to strip me naked and whip me until I can't take it anymore. You're going to do anything you want to do to me except putting your thing in my pussy. Anything else you want to do to me or say to me, go ahead. Be dirty Bobby. Be nasty. Squeeze... pinch... slap... whatever turns you on is alright."
"I don't want to hurt you," I said.
"Don't worry about that baby," Rebecca said smiling. "If you really do start to hurt me I'll call you Robert, okay? That will be a signal to you, but I don't think you can. I have a hunch that you're gonna wimp out on me."
"I'm not going to wimp out on you!" I snapped back in response.
"Talk is cheap Bobby," Rebecca reminded me.
I fumed silently and began unbuttoning her plaid short sleeved blouse. When I reached the last button I yanked the blouse open and pulled it off her shoulders roughly.
"Oooooh! Did I make my little Bobby mad?" Rebecca cooed happily.
"You'll find out soon enough!" I insisted as I went behind her and searched for the hooks of her brasierre.
"The hooks are in the front big boy," Rebecca said smartly as I came back around to face her.
I struggled with the clasps while my temper rose. If Rebecca was trying to get me pissed off, it was working, and it seemed like it took forever before I finally managed to undo the last clasp. The bra practically exploded off of Rebecca, the fabric flying out of my grasp as her massive breasts lurched out of their restraints.
"You like my big ones, don't ya Bobby? Something tells me you never saw any this big before have ya?"
I shook my head as I cupped the enormous globes in my palms, hefting the weighty masses as I felt the crimson nipples stiffen in response. I undid Rebecca's jeans and tugged them down her thighs, my face right next to her panty clad pussy. I could smell the rich musky scent and I leaned forward to inhale more deeply.
The white cotton panties were incapable of containing Rebecca's lush strawberry blonde bush which curled out from the sides of the leg openings. The hair grew well above the top elastic of her panties, and a thin trail led from the triangle and up to her navel. My hand slid up and down the front of her panties and I could feel the dampness seeping through.
"Your pussy is dripping wet," I said as I yanked them down her legs. As I pulled off the jeans and panties, I could feel the soft hair on her legs, so blonde it was almost invisible. My hand slid up and down her shapely legs, and realized as I did that the heat of the barn was getting oppressive. We were both covered with sweat already and we had only been in there for five minutes tops.
"Like my pussy hair, don't you Bobby?" Rebecca said as she inhaled sharply while my fingers raked through the amazingly dense forest that surrounded her womanhood. "Bet none of your city girlfriends got a bush on them as big as mine, do they?"
I grunted in response, actually having only seen a couple in person before in my life. Neither of which were anywhere near as hairy as Rebecca's, that was for sure, I admitted to myself as my touching released the musky scent that I found so intoxicating.
Rebecca had slipped her hands into the loops at the ends of the ropes, and instructed me on how to tighten them. She then had me adjust the other ends of the ropes that were tied around a post behind me.
Rebecca was stretched as far as possible, standing on her toes when I finally secured the ropes. Her leg muscles were clearly defined from the strain, and it was an incredibly arousing sight. That, as it turned out, was nothing.
"You got them tied down tight?" Rebecca asked me, and after I assured her that I had, she did something that was completely mindboggling. Rebecca did something to the position of her hands in the ropes and then as I stood in awe, pulled herself upward.
It was like she was on the rings in a gymnastic event, as she pulled herself upward until she was doing an iron cross move. Every muscle in her back and shoulders was bulging as she held the position for a couple of seconds before easing her body down. It was the most incredible atheltic move I had ever seen, and you could almost feel the sheer power of her marvelously well developed body while she was doing it.
"Used to be able to do it better and longer," Rebecca said almost apologizing as she shook some feeling back into her hands. "Must be getting soft since we got the new tractor."
I wasn't getting soft, that was for sure, as I felt my erection pulsating in my pants. I reached over to retrieve my stick, before Rebecca stopped me.
"You forgot the blindfold Bobby, over on the rail" Rebecca chided me as I grabbed the red kerchief. "Maybe if I'm not looking at you then you won't be afraid to really hit me"
I put the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tightly before stepping back and surveying the situation. Rebecca's arms were pulled straight up and she was standing on her toes. Her voluptous body was glistening with perspiration as she stood before me. I reached up and pulled on her nipples lightly, the pebbly pegs rigid as I held them firmly between my thumbs and index fingers.
"Geez, you gotta be kidding," Rebecca said in a mocking and sassy tone of voice. "I can hardly feel it, you wimp!"
My neck got red as I grabbed the pegs and yanked on them violently.
"Feel this, you slut?" I spat at her as I lost my mind for a second.
From out of Rebecca's mouth came only a wailing "aaahhhhh" as I twisted the thick pegs angrily before finally lightening up.
"That's more like it! Talk as dirty as you want," Rebecca said as I backed away. "You still got your clothes on?"
I quickly stripped down as I told her that it was none of her business what I was doing. "I suggest you shut up and take what I dish out," I added, proud of myself for getting the hang of this so quickly.
Walking around Rebecca, I slid my hands up and down Rebecca's slippery back which still bore the scars of last week's onslaught. My fingers traced the faint markings of the welts left by her father's beating, and my touch caused Rebecca's body to shiver.
"Doubt whether you can match that Bobby," Rebecca said defiantly. "That there was done by a real man."
Once again, Rebecca had managed to trip my trigger. Realizing the way to get to an insecure teenaged boy was to question his manhood, something he spent enough time questioning on his own, she stuck the needle in deep. And I fell for it.
I swung the stick at the small of her back, one of the few areas back there that had been unmarked, and took satisfaction at the tiny red mark it left in its wake. Rebecca barely flinched in response.
"Anytime you're ready back there," was her response.
I stepped back and the whistling sound of the branch howled in my ears before it smacked Rebecca square in the middle of her back, right around where the freckles stopped, leaving a bright red welt. My free hand went to my dick which was fully engorged, and I stroked myself lightly before resuming my task.
"Not laughing now are ya!" I snapped arrogantly and swung again. The stick split as it landed across her shoulder blades, leaving me with a tiny remnant in my hand. I looked around and saw that there were a number of similar branches piled in a corner, left there resourcefully by Rebecca. Maybe they were the family collection, I thought ruefully.
Rebecca was wiggling around and moaning as I came back over to her with another weapon. My fingers slid over the marks I had made which made her moan softly. I let the stick fall next to us as my hands came up to cup her breasts from behind. My dick found the crevice between her ass cheeks and settled in perfectly, allowing me to gently hump Rebecca while I thought about what I should do next.
"Gotta be a man to stick it up there Bobby," Rebecca said, but in a voice that was a lot less mocking than before.
"You got a big mouth for somebody that's pretty helpless," I commented while coming around to face her. "I'll do whatever I want to do to you whenever I want to it."
With Rebecca on her toes, the inch or so height advantage I enjoyed over Rebecca was gone, as my eyes were level with her blindfold. Sweat was pouring down her face in streams, and my own eyes burned with my own perspiration.
I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them hard, causing Rebecca to squirm in response. My face burrowed in between the huge slippery orbs, and I licked the cool moistness of her cleavage.
"Sucking on mommy's teats?" Rebecca said, and I raised up and slapped her right breast hard. Rebecca gasped in shock and I told her once again to shut up.
My hands strayed over to Rebecca's underarms, and I raked my fingers through the dense thickets as rivulets of sweat flowed down her sides. I leaned over and kissed the damp hair, smelling the lingering Ivory Soap scent now mixed with the faint hint of perspiration. My tongue danced and glided madly around, and when I started biting and chewing the hair under her arms Rebecca began squealing.
"That's it, bite me you pussy! At least do something to me that I can feel!"
Enraged, I bent down and picked up the stick at my feet.
"PUSSY?" I screamed. "I'll show you pussy!"
WHOOSH AND SMACK!
Once, twice, three times I swung the stick, and deep crimson stripes were the evidence of my fury.
WHOOSH AND CRACK!
"HARDER YOU FUCKER!!!" Rebecca screamed at the top of her lungs.
I obliged. As the series of blows continued Rebecca began to caterwal in an unearthly tone. No "Robert" came from her lips, just a loud wailing and amazing body contortions as I swung the stick blindly.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Rebecca howled in a pearcing scream and as she did, she lifted her left leg up a bit.
I looked down in horror as fluid gushed down in inside of her thighs as her body shook with an indescribible fury. The fluid continued as I stood and stared open-mouthed from behind.
"HIT... HIT!!!" Rebecca gasped, and that broke me out of my daze. I swung several more times before tapering down rather half-heartedly while aiming at the few remaining unmarked areas of Rebecca's back, until her body finally stopped shaking and she just hung limply.
I grabbed her drenched body around the waist and was confused. I thought I might have killed her as I held her slippery body tightly. Finally, she got her legs from under her and I ran over to undo the ropes from the post. The ropes loosened and Rebeeca undid her wrists from the bindings, rubbing the red marks left behind.
"Oh Bobby that was so good!" Rebecca said excitedly as she lept into my arms. "Did you see me come? Wasn't that great? Oh man, I never squirted like that before in my life! That was the best ever!"
Well, this left me throughly confused. She had come, and apparently everything else was a part of that. Education comes in the strangest places and in the weirdest ways sometimes.
"Didn't ya come Bobby?" Rebecca said as she looked at my pecker, which was standing at half staff due to all the uncertainty.
"No, I didn't know what was happening," I answered in confusion. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I didn't know she was having an orgasm, and if I told her what I had thought she had been doing she would have thought I was a total square, so I shut up. It did make it more enjoyable now that I knew, however. It was just too bad I was so ignorant to fully enjoy it.
"Well, I'll get you off for sure now Bobby," Rebecca said as as grabbed the loops of the ropes.
"Huh?"
"It's your turn now."
3. My turn.
I looked the ropes Rebecca held before me and laughed. There were a number of things that wanted to do with Rebecca, but getting my ass whipped was not one of them. It was oppressively hot in this smelly barn, and what I wanted to do was have a drink and do some canoodling with Rebecca.
"No way," I finally said as she waited waving the ropes.
"Why not?" Rebecca asked. "I let you do it to me."
"Nobody said anything about me getting tied up," I reminded Rebecca.
"I figured you'd want to," Rebecca said sounding hurt. "You saw how much I liked it, and I know you enjoyed it, didn't you Bobby?"
"Well yeah, but... "
"Here," Rebecca said as she slid one of the loops around my wrist while I tried to pull away from her. "Don't be a sissy, Bobby. If I can take it so can you."
"But I don't want to," I complained, my voice sounding periliously close to a whine.
"I'll be easy on you baby," Rebecca said softly, and as she spoke her hand reached down and grabbed my dick, which sprang to immediate attention. "Afterwards I'll let you stick your thing in my bottom. I'll bet you never did that to any girl before, did you?"
I had never stuck my thing in any part of a woman other than a mouth or a hand, so the answer was obvious. After Rebecca stroked my dick a little while longer, I relented and let her slide the loops of rope around my wrists.
"Here, I'll even give you some cushioning," Rebecca told me, and slid some cloth between the rope and my wrists before she went behind me and grabbed the other ends of the ropes dangling over the support beam.
With a jerk, my arms flew straight up in the air, and Rebecca tied the other ends to the post while I was being stretched to the extreme. After ten seconds my shoulders had begun to ache, and I wondered how Rebecca could stand it for such long periods of time. Jumping up on my toes made my shoulders ache a little less, but caused my calves and hamstrings to complain.
"There we go! Now isn't that comfy?" Rebecca asked as she waved a kerchief in front of me.
"No, it isn't comfy, as a matter-of-fact," I told her. "How do you stand it? My shoulders are killing me and my hands are falling asleep."
"Don't think about it, because that only makes it worse," Rebecca advised me. "Besides, in a couple of minutes you'll have a lot more things to think about," she added with a laugh that had an ominious tone to it.
"Stop squirming around Bobby, and let me get a look at you, " Rebecca said as she ran her hands over my chest. "You're so cute strung up like this."
I didn't feel cute. I felt helpless and sore, and was beginning to wish that I had just refused to go through with this and let her call me whatever names she wanted to. My shoulders were throbbing and I was sweating like a pig. Thirsty as hell too, which I mentioned.
"We'll get you a drink in a little bit Bobby," Rebecca said as her hands explored further, finally stopping under my arms where she tickled the sparse wisps of hair and laughed.
"Geez Bobby, I got way more hairs under my arms than you do," Rebecca said to her amusement.
"You've got more hair under your arms than anybody in the world," I snapped, and was immediately sorry that I said anything, because Rebecca grabbed the hair and yanked on it. Hard.
"OWWW!" I howled.
"That wasn't a nice thing to say Bobby," Rebecca scolded me when she finally let go. "Especially the way you like to nibble around under there."
"Sorry," I said meekly as the sting subsided.
"Apology accepted," Rebecca said, and leaned over and ran her tongue under my arm, toying and kissing me much the way I did her.
The sensation made me gasp, and as Rebecca kept kissing and nibbling my armpit with her tongue slithering through the hair, shivers began running up and down my spine. I tired to lean forward to run my dick against Rebecca, since I thought that would be all I needed to have an orgasm. Rebecca sensed what I was trying to do and backed up.
"Liked that didn't you Bobby?" Rebecca said. "Pain and pleasure. That's what this is all about. You act badly and you get punished. You make nice and you get rewarded. Simple isn't it?"
"I guess."
"Okay, lights out Bobby."
As Rebecca put the kerchief around my eyes, effectively blinding me to what was about to go on around me, I got an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. Pain and pleasure. Problem was, I knew I liked pleasure. Pain? That was another thing all together.
4. In the dark.
The minute the blindfold went over my eyes I started to freak out a little. I started hearing noises, and I got the feeling that there was somebody else in the barn with us. I can't put my finger on why I felt that way. Maybe your other senses do get more keen when you lose on of them.
"Who's in here?" I asked Rebecca.
"Me and you and a dog named Boo," Rebecca cracked. "Who the heck do you think is in here?"
"I dunno, I just thought somebody came in."
"Nobody coming to your rescue baby," Rebecca said. "You're hanging there until I get tired of this, and since I don't usually get to play on this side, you might as well get comfortable."
"You mean you've done this to people before?"
"Couple times," Rebecca confessed.
"Really? Guys our age?"
"Yeah, about our age. A guy one time and a girl the other," Rebecca said.
My cock jumped at the thought of Rebecca doing this to another girl, and my reaction must have visible because I heard Rebecca giggle. I felt Rebecca's hand on my erect cock, her finger sliding lazily along the underside of the shaft and gliding over the tip before retracing its path. I moaned and tried to move myself closer to the hand as it stroked me.
"Stand still or you'll be sorry," Rebecca scolded, and although I thought I had stopped, apparently she disagreed.
While my cock rested in her palm, suddenly I felt her other hand slap down on the top of my dick. It didn't really hurt, but the slapping sound startled me.
"Baby you must listen to me," Rebecca said. "You gotta obey what I tell you."
"Man, that stung," I said.
"You gotta learn to keep quiet unless you're spoken to also," Rebecca said, and with that I felt her grab my nipples and pinch them hard. The pain was pretty intense, and I let out a howl.
"Here, this will take your mind off that," Rebecca said, and I sensed her moving behind me.
The next sound I heard was the whooshing sound of the stick, and the searing pain that followed came along with the stick slashing into my back. Another one came right after that which hurt even more than the first one. I stifled the cry that tried to escape my throat, not wanting to let on how much it hurt.
Rebecca was now right behind me, and I felt her tongue sliding along the path that the branch had taken, and the soothing sensation took much of the pain away. Rebecca shuffled back a step and I heard the whooshing sound of the stick again. I tensed upon hearing the sound, but only felt the breeze as it flew close to me without touching me.
Rebecca did it again, and I cringed at the sound once more, only to feel the branch fly past me. When I heard the sound the next time, I was relaxed. When the branch slashed across my shoulder blades for real that time, with a force much harder than the first blows, I couldn't help but scream out in pain. My cry was penalized by a couple more blows that made me bite my lip from the pain.
My mind was trying to envision what my back must look like by now, and I pictured the moisture that trickled down my back being something other than sweat, but I kept telling myself to not let Rebecca know how I hurt.
"How you doing baby?" Rebecca asked. "Shoulders hurt?"
"Yes, a little" I said softly.
I heard Rebecca moving things around and then she helped me lift my right leg, placing my foot on a crate of some kind. Rebecca then helped me lift my left leg, but when I tried to put my foot down I had to reach way out with my foot to find the box.
The net effect of this was that I was able to lower my arms somewhat, which helped the dull ache ease. My legs were now spread well apart however, leaving me feeling somewhat vulerable to say the least.
"How's that Bobby?" Rebecca asked with a cackle in her voice.
"Can you move them so my legs aren't so spread apart?"
"I could," Rebecca agreed. "If I did that, I wouldn't be able to have such a great view of your goodies Bobby. Wow! You've got nice balls Bobby. They hang down really low."
I felt Rebecca cup my balls in her hand and gently roll them around in her palm, and her caresses felt so nice I almost forgot about my position. My erection was throbbing as a result of the sweet caresses my nuts were receiving.
"My Bobby likes this, don't you baby?" Rebecca said as I moaned with pleasure. "Maybe you like it a little rougher, like this maybe?"
Rebecca began pulling and twisting my sack in her fist, working my balls in a much more vigorous fashion. Although I couldn't see what was going on, to my surprise it not only didn't feel bad, I actually loved it. My problem now was that I didn't know whether I was supposed to be liking it according to Rebecca's plan. If I let her know how good it was, would she stop and start whipping me again?
"Drink please Rebecca," I croaked through lips that were so dry that they felt like they were splitting whenever they moved.
"Soon Bobby, soon," Rebeeca said as she stopped the rough kneading of my nuts.
"Who's there?" I said upon hearing sounds from behind me. This being blindfold was making me paranoid as hell, and I could only imagine how goofy I must look standing on these crates with my legs spread while having my arms tied over my head. By a girl no less. Still, it felt good, or at least a lot of it did.
"Almost forgot to check your oil Bobby," Rebecca said from behind me, and as she spoke I felt a wet finger slowly sliding down the crack of my ass.
"Huh?" I said while Rebecca's finger wiggled around my sensative asshole.
"You want to put your dick in my ass, don't you Bobby?"
"Yes."
"Well, you should get an idea off what it's gonna feel like for me then," Rebecca snapped, and suddenly I felt her greased finger slam into my ass, hard and all the way.
I let out a yell that was more surprise than pain, as Rebecca began sliding her finger in and out of me. This was all new to me, and I was trying to decide whether I was liking this part of it when her finger retreated all the way out of me, leaving me empty and confused for a moment, but only a moment.
"That's no fair Bobby, because your dick's bigger than that. How about this?"
With that, I felt what had to be her thumb slam into me. That hurt, and as the yelp escaped my lips Rebecca began ramming into me hard again.
"Hurt a little?" Rebecca asked, and when I nodded she moved her thumb around inside me until she hit a certain spot that felt like an electric shock when the tip of her thumb grazed it.
"Ahhhh... Bobby likes that, don't ya?" Rebecca snickered. "Pleasure and pain are so close sometimes you can't tell the difference, and sometimes you don't even care."
Rebecca's thumb resumed its rhythmic assualt as she moved to my side. I felt her breasts rubbing against me while her free hand snaked down to my dick, giving the tip a little rub before pinching the crown a little roughly.
"Your dick is so hard and red," Rebecca said softly. "It looks like it wants to come. I bet it wants to go into my ass really bad, doesn't it?"
"Yes!" I rasped in response, and Rebecca's hand cam off my dick and went back to twisting and kneading my balls again, all the while continuing to thrust away into my butt.
I writhed and squirmed as Rebecca roughly handled my most sensitive areas in a way that I could not have imagined before today. I wasn't all that crazy about the backdoor treatment, except when Rebecca hit that one spot, but I loved the brutal way she was treating my nuts.
I loved it so much that the next time her thumb hit that one place, I felt myself surge in response, and I could only let out a strangled croak through my parched mouth while my orgasm erupted.
"Shit Bobby!" I heard Rebecca yell as my dick spurted what felt like the motherlode of cum despite not being touched.
My body shook and convulsed as the orgasm finally waned, leaving me utterly exhausted while I felt my cock slowly wither.
"That felt incredible Rebecca," I admitted while my legs continued to tremble beneath me. "Let me down. I'm so thirsty."
"You ain't getting down until you get it hard again," Rebecca said as she began pulling on my rubbery dick imaptiently. "You weren't supposed to shoot your spunk like that yet."
"C'mon Rebecca," I said. "I'm dying of thirst up here and my arms are killing me. Let me down."
"Not until your pecker gets hard again Bobby!" Rebecca said angrily. "I'm in charge in here."
5. From bad to worse.
"At least give me a drink," I said with difficulty. My throat was parched, and I was having trouble swallowing, which gave me the feeling of suffocating.
"All right," Rebecca said. "Anything to stop your whining. Hope you ain't particular," Rebecca said from way behind me as I heard things being moved around.
"Anything!" I pleaded, hearing Rebecca coming back toward me.
"Okay then Bobby, open wide."
My mouth opened as instructed and I felt Rebecca place a warm bottle to my lips. Warm was better than nothing, I figured. Wrongly, as it turned out.
"Drink up baby," Rebecca said as she tipped the bottle and I felt the warm liquid flow into my mouth and down my throat.
I was so thirsty and so light-headed at this point that I didn't really know what it was that I was drinking as I eagerly accpted the fluid. It wasn't until the burning sensation filled my throat and lungs that I realized this wasn't water or anything close. I pulled my head away from the bottle and tried to catch my breath.
"Geez Bobby, it's only vodka," Rebecca said as I choked and wheezed. "This is a barn, not a kitchen. It's all I got back here, and you're lucky I got that."
Lucky? That wan't the way I was feeling. What I was feeling was nauseous, with a heaping helping of dizziness thrown in. I was having trouble staying upright and Rebecca must have sensed this because she steadied me with a hug.
"Water!" I finally managed to say after I caught me breath.
"Soon as you get hard again baby," Rebecca said. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Yeah, but why can't we do it nice?" I pleaded. "I want it to be fun."
"This is fun!" Rebecca insisted. "You need to stop complaining now. If you don't I'm gonna have to shut you up myself. You know you like this, and you know you want me. You want to know what it's like to fuck me in the ass instead of just watching, don't you?"
"No, I need to get untied!" I insisted, the realization that she knew I had watched the entire scene last week not fully hitting me yet.
"Warned ya' Bobby," Rebecca said sadly.
I felt something go around my face, and the next thing I knew there was some cloth around my head. The gag was tied tight behind my head, and it went across my open mouth. I could taste the musty smelling fabric between my teeth and it made me gag. I was going to be quiet now, that much was certain. Quiet and blind and helpless.
"Relax and enjoy this Bobby," I heard Rebecca say to me. "You'll never experience anything like this again as long as you live."
6. Out of my mind.
Rebecca's voice trailed off as it seemed she was kneeling down in front of me. My limp dick got lifted by her gentle hand and got brought into the soothing warmth of her mouth. All of a sudden my arms didn't ache as much, my wrists and calves didn't throb as badly, and the taste in my mouth was not quite as caustic.
Rebecca's tongue caressed my cock, tracing the ridge of the head and teasing the tender opening at the tip, while her hand lazily rolled my balls in her hand. I got lost in the wonderful feeling for a while, as the barn seemed to spin around crazily with me in the middle, drifting with the flow.
I knew it was going to take some time for me to get it up again, but I didn't mind as long as Rebecca kept giving me such loving treatment. Her sucking became a little more insistent as she pulled the flaccid tube back as far as she could before burrowing back down to the base.
I heard noises from behind me, and I knew it wasn't my imagination. Or was it? Was it that I was hallucinating? It seemed like there were things going on around me, but I couldn't get my mind to function well enough to sort it all out.
Rebecca's hand slid down between my spread legs and her thumb once again worked its way inside of me while she kept sucking my cock lovingly.
"Good for you, isn't it baby?" Rebecca asked. "I can feel you starting to get a little hard in my mouth. Maybe all you need is some more encouragement."
Rebecca's lips wrapped around my member once again, and as she resumed sliding her mouth up and down my dick, I suddenly heard the swooshing sound of the stick. The resulting slash across the middle of my back startled me as much as it hurt. How the hell...
The blows rained down over my back, and I was certain that I was losing my mind, or having a dream. The pain was telling me in no uncertain terms that this was no dream, but then what was this? I felt like I was a prop hanging here in the oppresive heat and humidity of the Brown's barn, and almost felt like I was observing whatever it was that was happening to me.
Rebecca stopped her oral efforts on me for a minute, leaving my dick at a half-mast state after being sucked for what felt like forever. How long had I been in here anyway? Time was as much a mystery to me as everything else was. Rebecca's mouth went up to my nipples, sucking and biting the little nubs while her hands slid all over me.
I sensed Rebecca moving away, and I tried to say something through the gag like asking for a drink, but it was inaudible even to me. Rustling sounds from in front of me once again, and my dick was practically swallowed my her mouth once again.
Now the mouth was much more aggressive, sucking so hard it felt like she was trying to pull it right off me. Her mouth would go down to the base of my shaft without touching my dick, and then she would suck my cock almost savagely as she pulled away while holding my hips in a vise-like grip.
Her teeth would graze along the underside of my cock as she came off it, sometimes with a great deal of pressure, stinging me while making me harder with every stroke. How long this went on, I have no idea, but it was relentless. My cock was throbbing with discomfort by now, and her mouth began driving up and down my dick violently.
"Don't come Bobby," I heard Rebecca somehow say in my ear. Or was that a hallucination? The crack of the whip across my shoulders only added to my bewilderment.
Rebecca took me in a bear hug and helped me down off the crates and back onto the dirt floor. My shoulders screamed as my arms were stretched to the hilt once again, but the ropes were the only things holding me up by now. My dick was being pulled between what felt like ass cheeks, and I felt it back up into me as my cock went into a warm and snug place.
I started thrusting back and forth, feeling my sore dick soothed by the dampness. Her ass began driving back into me as I moved forward, and the slapping sound echoed in my ears, making me move like an animal into her. I slipped out a couple of times but was guided right back into her orifice each time.
I felt my cock get crushed by a violent contraction and the feeling made my dick surge. I exploded into her ass, and I heard her gasp as my seed spurted into her. I kept moving until my limp dick fell out of her, and was left hanging for a minute while I heard movement around me.
"What...?" I said in confusion.
"Here I am Bobby. Wasn't that incredible? Wss it just like you thought it would be?"
I felt the rope being untied, and as it came loose I crumpled to the ground despite my best efforts to stay up. My hands went to the blindfold and ripped it off. The dim light of the barn seemed just as bright as looking directly into the sun would be as I crawled around on the ground.
"The door," I gasped after getting the gag off, and I crawled toward the barn door which was now ajar somehow.
"Here Bobby, let me help you," Rebecca said as she ran to my side, untying the rope from around my wrists.
"You can't go outside like that silly," Rebecca said as I regained my feet and tried to get the place from spinning around.
"A drink," I said while Rebecca got my shorts back on me as I leaned against a wall. "Need a drink. Who was in here?"
"Just us Bobby. Gee, you're really trippin' aren't you?" Rebecca said while helping me out into the bright sunlight. "Come on over to the hose."
I stumbled over to the side of the Brown's house with Rebecca's help, as the sun made even squinting painful. My head was throbbing and I ached from head to toe as I held the garden hose to my mouth while Rebecca turned it on. The water felt so good that I couldn't take enough of it. I drank until I couldn't hold another drop, and then held the spray to my face and felt the cool water bring me to my senses somewhat.
"Rebecca... what the hell was all that?"
"Poor baby, I was kinda rough on you," she said while holding me with her arm. "You better get going baby, my family will be back soon. Here's your stuff."
Rebecca handed me my underwear and shirt, leading me through the field that separated our houses. I was staggering around almost unable to control my legs. We were back under our tree before I knew it, and Rebecca eased me down into the shade.
"You better stay here for a while until you get your head together," Rebecca said after kissing me on the cheek. "Gotta run baby, I'll see you again soon. I'll be easier next time."
I wasn't thinking about any next time. I wanted answers. The problem was that I was incapable of anything approaching a coherant question. Instead I lay on the ground while Rebecca headed back to her house.
In a few minutes I managed to get on my feet, just before the wave of nausea overwhelmed me and I lost the gallon of fluids I had just taken in. After an endless series of dry heaves I leaned against the tree and thought about what had just gone on.
I pulled my shorts down and relieved myself, and when I looked down I almost fainted when I saw my tortured cock. Scraped and rubbed raw, it was a hue somewhere between crimson and purple and the abused skin stung from the breeze hitting it as I peed. I would have to wait until I got near a mirror before I could see what my back looked like, but I had a good idea.
Not knowing what time it was, I painfully waddled back toward Rebecca's house, my butt burning from the abuse it had been introduced to. My curiousity was even more piqued than my anger as I went to a vantage point that allowed me to see the Brown's driveway and their back porch. The family truck was still not there but I was prepared to wait as long as necessary for the family's return.
About an hour later the pickup truck pulled in the driveway and swung in behind the house. Her father was driving, and after he got out of the truck Rebecca's sister Sandy piled out the other side.
The screen door flew open and Rebecca skipped out to help them unload the unsold stuff. Followed slower by the stocky and stotic form of her mother, who was supposed to have been at the Farmer's Market with the others all this time.
As the happy family took care of business, I made my way back toward my own home. It would be a long process for me to try and piece together what had happened that morning, and much of it I would never be able to figure it all out. The only sure thing in my mind was that I would never go back to the barn again.
