Unexpected Event at the Massage Salon Chapter 2
Pete recalls his encounter with Jasmine and the aftermath.
Pete lay in his bed, reliving the events of the previous night. As soon as he recalled the details, he noticed his cock getting hard. He assumed he was all out of erections for the weekend, but apparently not. His determination and cock both stiffened, so he allowed his mind to wander. He knew he would go back to the massage parlor, Jasmine, and he knew he needed to be fully prepared for what was to come, as he had promised his two new... partners? Dommes? Does it even matter? He envisioned his next visit, and in the process, he started stroking his now fully erect penis.
No, he told himself. I'll wait. From now on, each orgasm must be a satisfying one. I'll hold out for four or five days before wanking, and when I do,I'll swallow it all to keep in shape.
When he left the parlor the night before, Ming had warned him that the marks from his caning would last for a good couple of weeks. He stood up from his bed and looked at himself in the mirror. His ass had several stripes that made his jaw drop. "Did I really take all that?" he muttered to himself.
Maybe my ass and my mind aren't in sync, he mused. My mind tells me I want more; my ass says I took quite a beating. I'll see if Ming is right. Some healing creams and exercises will help speed up the healing process. Until then, I'll shop for some sex toys to prepare myself for the other part of my experience that I wasn't ready for. I really want to experience Ming's cock penetrating my ass, he told himself.
Two weeks passed and almost all the marks were gone. Pete sent an email to Ming. His message was short and to the point. He awaited a reply. It came sooner than he expected.
'Hello, Pete. It's nice to hear from you. Toy and I are thrilled to hear that your skin has healed and that you want us to mark you again. Visit the Jasmine on Saturday at exactly 2:00 pm, bringing with you a written request. This letter should explicitly state what you desire to happen during this visit. We'll set aside two hours to fulfill your wishes, although we might not fulfill everything you ask for. We'll have our own ideas, and we expect you to submit without question. Also, you must be completely shaved from the neck down before you arrive. If you accept these terms, confirm your agreement.*
Pete's cock responded first. It was a Monday, so he decided this was the perfect day to finish his preparations. Returning to his flat after work, he undressed and walked naked to the bathroom. He filled the bathtub with hot water.
Enjoying the warmth, Pete began shaving. First, his arms, then his armpits, chest, legs, and finally his pubic area. He held his cock and gently scraped the razor over his scrotum. Kneeling, he tried his best to shave his ass and ass crack. It took him twenty minutes to complete the task, proud of the smooth skin he'd achieved. He smiled wryly as he drained the tub and watched the hair disappear into the drain.
He relished the sting of aftershave on his scrotum and penis. The burning pain reminded him of Ming and Toy watching him endure it for their pleasure. He strolled into his bedroom and admired his bald self in the mirror. Fully erect, he reached for the largest dildo in his collection, the last challenge, one he hadn't yet used to prepare his anus and rectum. (I'm not sure if the last two sentences were meant to be combined or kept separate - let me know which way you'd like to rephrase them!)
Tonight was the night he would release his cum. He had gone four full days and nights, filling back up before his massage parlor appointment. He retrieved the largest dildo in his collection, his final step of preparation. (I'm assuming you meant to say "he reached out for the largest dildo in his collection" and "he decided that this was the perfect night to allow himself to cum, giving four full days and nights to refill the pot before his appointment.")
Pete had a busy week, so he hadn't had time to lightly stretch his anus and rectum. He had always feared this moment, but now, he accepted this was a necessary step to fully satisfy his desires. (I'm assuming you wanted to say "Pete had been busy so he hadn't been able to lighten his anus and rectum before the scheduled massage parlor visit. However, realizing it was a must to fully experience his fantasies, he now accepted that this would be the final step.")
Every night, Pete would perform his nightly routine, ending with him slipping a large dildo past his sphincter and pushing it deeply into his ass. He'd thrust it in and out a dozen times before taking it out and stopping himself from masturbating to an orgasm. By Friday evening, he was nearly bursting and had to end the activity prematurely or risk shooting his load into his special glass for tomorrow. The final task on Friday night was the thorough shave to ensure he had followed his Mistress's instructions as well as possible. The exciting, burning sting of the aftershave on his sensitive scrotum brought him to a full erection. Despite his desire to pleasure himself, he was more excited about what the next day held. He allowed himself to drift off into dream-filled sleep.
The following day, after a difficult week at work, Pete had a hearty breakfast to prepare him for the experience that lay ahead. He showered and dressed, not bothering with underwear under his loose, baggy tracksuit pants and top. He made a joke about not being able to win at strip poker with his revealing choice of attire.
Later in the day, as the hour drew near, Pete left his apartment and walked towards Jasmine's, feeling his heart beating faster than usual. He tried to calm his mind, preventing ample thoughts of what awaited him. When he reached her , he remembered the door he had pressed the bell on three weeks prior. Before he could ring, he pulled another small blue pill from his pocket and took it with the last sips of water he had been drinking on his way.
The door opened to reveal Toy, dressed similarly to her last meeting with Pete - a short black leather skirt and matching bra with visible nipples. She warmly welcomed him, and they entered the entrance area. Again, Pete expected to see a different room after his last visit, where the other masseuses had heard about their new client and wanted to meet him. They hadn't divulged his name, but Pete anticipated being in the back.
"Well, Pete, you're very punctual," said Toy, beaming. "You must be eager to experience what we have planned for you today!" Toy gestured for him to proceed into the back, and they walked through to the reception area.
As Pete had anticipated, behind the desk, stood Ming, dressed similarly to her last encounter with Pete - tall black PVC boots past her knees, a short black leather skirt, and a frock coat that revealed her magnificent breasts. Pete was taken aback by her presence and greeted her while trying to conceal his shock.
"Mistress Ming, it's wonderful to see you again," he said. "I've been looking forward to returning since I last saw you." He added, recalling their previous session.
"Yes, Pete. And I've enjoyed the thought of you since then. Do you have the letter you were instructed to write?" asked Toy, who had accomplished the task and removed the envelope from Pete's pocket.
Toy guided Pete to the door across the corridor from where he had previously shaved, and pointed out the destination for his shower. "You must remove your clothes here and put them in this box here, naked slave. I'll take the box to the locker while you shower and bring you a towel."
Stripping in the corridor was a new concept for Pete, and he complied without any prior experience with other staff or customers witnessing his nakedness. Toy watched him, amused as he entered into the box, where he locked his belongings. She smirked at his vulnerability before urging him to shower.
"Get ready, naked slave. I'll return with your towel." [Pete had committed to this service and been honest in all phases, but the act of placing his valuables, clothes, huge phones, car keys, lifelines into a box and handing over his phone, he felt like he was fully surrendering to these Mistress Women's total power over him.] [It was such a simple yet powerful act. Handing over the keys to a stranger to keep somewhere, anywhere, just outside, in a box, could feel like submission to them.] [Toy stood grinning watching him, knowing that Pete could only place the padlock on the box, giving Toy the right to retrieve and for him to stay trapped with no immediate access to escape or use aute it.] [The anal probing and the aftershave taking him to the brink of climax had built up the submission trained, with a feeling that'll his Mistress loved the power he gave them.]
Toy showed him his room; more luxurious than before, and there were items laid out he was to use. [He was now in her power.] [Several toys on the bed, a lube bottle, an anal probe was already loaded with something, and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. She instructed him to switch on the shower, and she would bring him a towel.] [Get in, Pete, let Mistress Toy wash you.]
Toy returned after a switch on the shower, "Remove everything, absolutely everything, down to the socks," she commanded. "You'll be showered and dried by myself and inhabiting my desired state."
The pill and the situation conspired to create a robust erection, which Pete attempted to hide as he hurried back to Toy's place, winking at her five minutes later. She snickered when she noticed it, glared at Pete, and handed him a puny towel that couldn't do the job.
"You may dry yourself here in the hallway and then return the towel to me," she ordered.
Pete went along with it, his knob jiggling relentlessly as he tried to handle the towel. He gave it back to Toy with a nod, surrendering to her authority.
She grabbed a blindfold and instructed him to put it on before opening the door to the next room. He obeyed, even leaving a tiny space for vision down his nose. He followed Toy into the room, well aware of the deception.
He found himself in a tiny auditorium, seating barely a dozen people arranged semi-circularly around a small stage, which was only six feet away from the front row. Only the front row was occupied, and Pete noted four figures as he was escorted onto the raised stage. There was a wall behind the stage, and Pete glimpsed a wooden X-shaped structure that he was being led to. Toy spun him around, facing the wall, and took his right wrist in her grasp.
"Come on, Pete. Cooperation would be best. No fighting back, understand? These are our peers," Toy whispered to him as she elevated his arm. He held it in place for her as he felt the soft leather cuff fasten around his wrist. She took his left wrist and followed suit, stretching Pete's limbs wide and upward like a Y-shape. He wasn't erect for long, though - she bound his ankles, too, leaving him spread-eagled, arms and legs spread apart, completely naked and vulnerable. His penis trembled with each heartbeat, hard as iron and his balls tightened in his scrotum.
"Are you comfortable, Pete?" a familiar voice said.
"Thank you, Madam Ming, I am." He replied, knowing that any other reply would not be acceptable. He was still squinting through the gap in his nose, allowing him the tantalizing view of the audience members sitting opposite him.
"There's no more need for the blindfold, Toy, you may remove it now." Ming ordered, gracing Pete with the intimidating sight of four unfamiliar women staring at the naked guy in front of them. They were attired in assorted costumes: one like Ming's, two in nurse's outfits like Toy's, and one in a teacher's gown with a mortarboard hat. They were all young adults, no older than 30, and sporting diverse ethnic backgrounds.
"Allow me to introduce our coworkers, Pete. These ladies also wanted to be here for your visit today. I hope you don't mind; I don't care if you do. You were warned that you would be obeying my every whim today, and look at you. So, enjoy this afternoon!" Ming grinned menacingly - perhaps playfully so - and walked over to Pete, grabbing his balls.
"As you know, ladies, Pete is well aware of who and what I am, as he is with Toy. Let's find out more about him now," Ming announced the agenda. Pete's pounding penis did not miss a beat. He was totally into whatever that was going on.
"Pete was given two instructions when he requested this meeting, ladies," Ming continued. "He was ordered to shave himself everywhere from his neckline down. And look! He appears to have obeyed. Witness a totally bald chest, free of armpit hair, bare legs, and the smoothest scrotum and cock you could ever see! Slave, did you enjoy shaving your balls for me? Did you also shave your ass? Are you a submissive slave?"
Incredibly embarrassed, Pete was forced to speak up. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. I enjoyed shaving myself for you, and even shaved my ass. I wish to obey your every command." His cheeks reddened with embarrassment, but his throbbing erection remained steadfast. He scanned the enthralled audience, hoping to catch a glimpse of a few beautiful faces he might encounter again.
"Ugh, this is mortifying! All these women listening to my innermost desires? Humiliating to say the least. I can't back out now, and I'm not exactly thrilled with what I've written. But, come on, they must have experienced this before. Why else would there be a room like this? Ugh..."
A murmur of relief swept across the room. It was often the case that a slave succumbed to the experience and begged to return home. It was a relief for the staff when a client was willingly compliant, as they all enjoyed administering harsh punishment. And Pete was proving to be just that.
Ming took a look at the letter Pete had handed over to her, and then unfolded the single sheet of paper. She read through it once more before starting to share it with the others.
"Pete asks that we read his letter aloud, Miss Ming. He wants all these ladies to witness his humiliation. He knows he's going to embarrass himself in front of you and Miss Toy. He even thinks it's exciting to consider that his punishment will be witnessed by your colleagues and friends."
The ladies in the room nodded in unison. To them, this was common knowledge. Every one of them enjoyed dishing out harsh treatment to a willing participant. But it was unusual for the audience to simply watch the proceedings, as opposed to participating in them. Pete was showing all the signs of being one of those willing subjects.
Ming, holding the letter in her hand, continued. "What Peter wants from you, ladies, is another embarrassing encounter. Now, he's made his first mistake. Can you guess which one?" she asked, inviting the group to contribute.
A tall, beautiful black girl dressed in a white nursing outfit stood up and met Ming's gaze. She flashed a playful smile, revealing her perfect white teeth. "Ma'am, I think Pete's forgotten his manners. Shouldn't he have asked permission before letting his..." she paused dramatically, pointing to Pete's hard-on, "grow so - visible?"
There was a chorus of agreement from the other ladies. Pete's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as his desire became the focal point.
"Absolutely correct, Mary," Ming affirmed the girl's comment. "He needs a punishment for this disobedience. How about a Red Stripe, do you think? After all, it is a serious offence! And since she who awards the penalty gets to mete it out, how about six hard lashes of the cane? That should encourage him to be more considerate in future."
Mary leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, giving Pete a clear view of her pantyless pussy. Pete's cock twitched even more, but he could do nothing about it.
"Six strokes it is. Thank you, Mary!" Ming declared, turning back to the group with a hint of satisfaction. She carried on reading Pete's letter. "Pete also remembers the extra punishment for counting wrong the last time, along with thanking you for the caning. He wants those rules to be followed this time around."
Ming looked thoughtful for a moment before conveying this to the girls. "Last time, Pete miscounted twice. I gave him three, and then six more for his error, making it a total of nine extra strokes of the cane. He may have enjoyed the twenty-seven strokes, judging by his reactions, but regardless, here he is again, asking for more. What a naughty slave..."
Everyone laughed. They all watched as Pete hung naked on his cross, his cock at full mast, while his cheeks blazed red. As if that weren't enough, another of the women rose to her feet. Today, she was dressed as a teacher.
"How about you, Miss? What part of Pete's letter do you feel like addressing?" Ming asked, addressing the blonde-haired woman.
The woman in question adjusted her gown, revealing a thong that left very little to the imagination. She cast a playful grin at Pete. "I think Pete's problem with counting needs to be addressed, again."
Again, there was a chorus of approval. Pete, for his part, could only nod. His cock remained rock-hard.
As a school teacher, I won't accept inaccurate counting; so watch out, Pete, because I'll be keeping an eye out for any more errors like that. And you're aware of what teachers favor, right, Pete? Pete nodded.
Yes, Ma'am. Teachers love to utilize the cane. I completely understand that poor counting warrants harsh punishment.
"Thank you, Ma'am Marx. I'm positive you'll keep a tight rein on this subject," Ming smiled knowingly. She continued perusing the text.
"Apart from being willing to endure corporal punishment, the slave has been rehearsing with progressively larger dildos, having pledged to give both Mistress Toy and Mistress Ming permission to penetrate his anus. He now feels prepared to allow both Mistresses to penetrate him anally. He'd also like both Mistresses to cum in his mouth and to make him swallow their cum."
He never anticipated there would be four more bystanders listening to his humiliating revelations. It appeared like an excellent notion at the time, mortifying himself for Toy and Ming. Currently, six sets of ears were privy to his dark fantasies. Now they were all cognizant that he desired to be disciplined, butt-fucked, and coerced into swallowing cum. He was a whore, and everyone present knew it. He was astonished by the reaction.
In unison, all six spectators rose and applauded. Pete was so stunned that his penis deflated while witnessing their praise.
"Well done, Pete. We've never had such a candid admission from a newbie," Toy declared. "I'm not sure if you're thrilled or not, but there's another staff member here blessed with a functional set of male genitalia beneath her clothing. If you can accurately conjecture, you'll be authorized to engage in oral sex with her as well."
Pete was unsure if he was elated, astonished, turned on, disconcerted, or what. It appeared as though he were the focal point for all of the staff, with each member about to provide him with something this afternoon. He scrutinized the remaining two women, eliminating Mary and Miss Marx as the third ladyboy. So, it's the other nurse or the dominatrix, he surmised.
A demure Indian woman with silky skin, seductive eyes, straight black hair, and a self-assured mouth. He was unsure what he sought, having been fooled previously by both Toy and Ming, but now, he began to perceive minor disparities. Nope, the breasts beneath the white uniform's leather bra seem too delicate to be silicone, and there seems to be a subtle impression of labia pressing against the soft leather shorts. No room for a penis there. It's got to be the nurse.
She stood, meeting his gaze, puffing out her breasts within the white uniform's leather bra and slightly tilting her hip to one side. She smiled at him and licked her lips. Pete perceived the prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down and knew the answer. He was relieved. She was quite beautiful, with a warm, olive complexion, almost an inch taller than Pete, possessing shoulder-length, straight, dark-brown hair, and radiant green eyes. She parted her lips. Pete beamed at her and arched an eyebrow. His flaccid penis, surprisingly, twitched as he recalled he was under subjugation.
"Hello, Nurse." He said.
Ming applauded her hands. "Correct, Pete. This is Nurse Ann. She has been with us for six months now and has tended to numerous clients requesting her servicing. She's reserved something unique for you. Mistress Anita is the ultimate of our sextet. She too has something in store for you that you'll learn more about shortly."
Anita approached Pete and clutched his softening shaft. "Yes, Pete. I'm going to play the Dominatrix today, and I notice that even though you've received one Red Stripe for your previous erection, it is rising. Do you request authorization for this?"
"Yes, please, Mistress Anita. May I have an erection?" he besought.
"Categorically not, slave Pete. I forbid it. A repeat transgression merits double the punishment, no? So, if this expands beyond ninety degrees, I'll bestow you with two Red Stripes in addition to the one Mary is set to award you."
As she spoke, she kneaded Pete's cock, and it succumbed to its natural reaction. Inside a minute, Anita had returned Pete's flaccid member to full arousal.
"Oh, slave. I'm slightly saddened; must I grant you two Red Stripes now? Are you delighted, slave?" she teased him.
"Thank you, Mistress. I'm delighted to oblige you. Thank you for allowing me to be flogged. I understand I deserve it."
Pete pondered over his circumstances. He found himself tied up and nude in a place with six mistresses waiting to punish him. Not just any mistresses, but professional domme's who had large penises. The possibility of having two penises inside him emerged, one of which would probably be bigger than anything he had ever encountered. There was going to be cum to swallow as well, possibly his own, which would also be substantial. Lastly, he would be caned, three times by three different mistresses, with the final one adding extras.
"Oh, this is marvelous!" Pete mused. "I'm right where I want to be."
Toy loosened the straps keeping Pete bound to the cross and he stretched his body slightly, while Mary and Miss Marx placed a piece of furniture in the center of the room.
"This is a caning bench, Pete," Miss Marx informed him. "You'll kneel on the padded leg rests at the ends, with your knees spread apart. You'll lie over the padded top, leaning forward at the waist. Your ankles, knees, and thighs will be secured by straps, and your wrists fixed beside you. Your junk will be accessible to your ladies, and there's a hole for your member. You'll be completely immobilized, unable to move or resist your punishment. You'll be taken out of bondage once we say so."
Pete's cock signaled his agreement. It swelled and throbbed in anticipation of the imminent events. He couldn't touch it, yet he couldn't help but think about it. "Yes, mistress. Thank you. I'm prepared and willing to accept your punishment."
He followed instructions and knelt on the padded surface with his knees spread wide. His face was placed in a padded hole, his head lower than his rear end. His buttocks were exposed and awaiting canes, his wrists immobilized, and his mouth available to his mistresses.
However, he still couldn't see anything, no mirrors for reference or show.
Miss Marx walked around Pete. "You can't see much, Pete. I hope you're okay. Your arse is on display. Toy will fuck your anal virginity before you start your Red Stripe punishment. What do you think about that?"
No choice now, Pete pondered internally. I came here to be dominated and tied up. They've more than fulfilled my fantasies about being fucked in the arse and whipped. I didn't expect so many mistresses, which is thrilling, especially since three are girls, making this a full-body experience.
"Yes, Mistress Toy, please take my anal virginity. It would be an honor for me if you, together with your companions, witness me submit."
Toy stripped in a flash without hiding her excitement and asked Ann to bring her arousal to full readiness. Ann stroked and tugged the cock until Toy was at its peak, before giving it a firm smack. Their audience watched as his length expanded steadily, hard and ready. Within a minute, Toy was fully aroused and her swollen member pulsed with excitement. She had now prepared everything and was ready to begin.
"Take a good look, Pete." Miss Marx suggested. "And kiss it before we fuck your arse." Toy gripped her cock and guided it to Pete's mouth. Pete obediently opened up and began to kiss the steady shaft, slathered in lube to ease him in. But moments later, Toy guides her meaty member away from his mouth. She ushered around to Pete's bared arse. Lathered in lube, the swollen head of her cock presses against his doorway. Toy's eyes locked on Pete's backside, poised to take him. "Do you understand your place, Pete?"
A single answer escaped Pete's lips. "I accept."
Toy responded with no delay, sliding her cockhead over and inside Pete's arsehole. Pete's back tensed, his toes curled, as the penis delved into him, unimpeded by resistance. Annie stood to watch as Toy penetrated Pete's willing arse. Joy's face turned excited as she peered into Pete's groin, taking in his still-hard cock as it remained erect despite the impending caning. Finally, Gil looked in, those who remained. Mary and Miss Marx fed their cocks into their respective slaves as they were assisted to the bench, smiling cruelly at the pair, as they gazed upon Pete's own submission, aware that their pleasure remained paramount.
And so, it was settled on that fateful night, Pete being bent and empowered by the total dominion of the six mistresses. His orgasm would flow with theirs, and their joy echoed his, all under the watchful eye of Greer. All existed for each other's pleasure, in a unity which delighted in the beauty of submission.
Pete felt something poking and testing the resistance of his anus and he didn't try to stop it. The head of Toy's cock entered him, stretching his ass, but due to the amount of practice he had done in the past few weeks, it wasn't too uncomfortable. She pushed again and another inch penetrated deeper into his rectum. Pete moved back and relaxed his sphincter, allowing a deeper insertion, and with a final push, Toy was buried deep inside Pete's ass. Pete gasped in pleasure as he felt himself filled and Toy started to thrust slowly in and out, pulling back almost all the way before pushing back in as far as she could. Pete felt the ridges on the condom and pre-cum seeped out of his cock as he sat, bound in place, and Toy slid in and out of him dozens of times before completely withdrawing.
"There's more of that coming later, Pete," Toy let him know, "but first, we want to see you get caned."
Pete was glad that he had cleaned himself out with a home-administered enema before his visit today. He'd even stuck his biggest dildo up his ass with plenty of lube to prepare for the butt-fucking he knew would happen later on. He hadn't expected his audience, however, or his feelings of humiliation at being watched by all those pretty young women as he received a ladyboy ass-fucking. The Viagra wasn't really necessary after all - he was super turned on by his humiliation, the sensations he had just experienced in his ass, and the idea of "more of that later". But now he was to get caned, which was another thrill he was looking forward to.
"Whip me, Mistress Toy, for letting you all see my erection while I was getting my ass fucked," he whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear him.
Mary, the girl in the nurse's costume, stepped forward. She enjoyed the show so far and was looking forward to her part in Pete's afternoon.
"You can ask me for your caning, young man. I gave you a Red Stripe," she said, reminding him.
"Yes, miss. I remember. I showed my erection to all the ladies and I didn't try to hide it from them. I deserve punishment for being shameless, please cane me as promised."
Mary picked up a long, thin cane from a tall Chinese jar, knowing it would hurt like hell and turn his buttocks red without leaving anything permanent. She was playing the nurse, so she didn't want to damage her patient. She smiled at herself for thinking that. She walked up to Pete and showed him the punishment implement.
"Show this cane some respect, Pete. Give it a kiss," she urged him.
Pete touched it with his lips and even licked it a bit. Mary gave him a satisfied look.
"You're so eager to submit," she said, "I'll punish you for being eager. Six strokes. You can count them out loud, then thank me for each one and ask for the next."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."
Miss Marx reminded Pete that she'd be listening carefully for any mistakes he made. "If you make a mistake, it's three strokes of extra pain for you. There's no mercy - you'll get every stroke you earn!" she said firmly.
"I understand. Thank you, Miss," he said back, a bit cowed by the teacher's dominant tone. He hoped she'd take her panties off if she was going to cane him, because he still remembered the image of her thin thong through her see-through school uniform.
All was quiet as Mary moved into position behind him, her cane in hand. He tensed his big buttocks and flexed them. Mary patted his bottom to help guide her aim. Then, in a dramatic motion, she raised the cane, whooshing it through the air. A loud crack announced its arrival as it landed on Pete's skin.
"Ow! Ow!" he shouted as the sting passed through his ass cheeks to his brain. "One. Thank you, Mistress. Please hit me again."
There were murmurs and some whispering, but Pete suddenly remembered the instructions. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I'll start counting backwards next time." Pete apologized.
"So wussy," Miss Marx sang out, chuckling. "Try not to make the same mistake twice, Pete."
He held his breath again, hearing the cane before hearing it hit his ass. God, it stung!
"Oh! Thank you, Mistress!" He yelled, forgetting about counting backwards. But then he remembered, "Uh, three... sorry. Three extra strokes."
There was laughter all around as he realized his mistake and steeled himself for more. He braced himself for the next one, then heard the cane through the air.
"Aaagh! Thank you, Mistress!" He yelled, remembering to count backwards. "Four. Thank you, Mistress. Please hit me."
The next stroke hurt even more than the last one.
"Five. Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me again."
The final stroke was even more intense, but Pete gritted his teeth and obeyed his instructions. "Six. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for correcting me."
"Smart boy," Miss Marx said, satisfied. "Now let's discuss what comes next."
"I'm ready for whatever punishment you have in mind, Mistress - whether it's more caning or more ass-fucking," Pete offered.
"You've done well, Pete, but we'll save the caning as it won't hurt for long," Toy told him. "Next, we'll give your ass a good, deep fucking, which will last longer."
"Whatever you want to do to me, Mistresses, is alright," he whimpered. "As you've been caning each other, I've just been sitting here turned on by my humiliation. And I want to be big and hard like I was earlier, so I can film my punishment for you all."
Miss Marx just shook her head. "I've got to believe you're doing this on purpose, Pete. Let me remind you: six minus two equals four. You've already received four extra strokes from Mary, and an additional two from me. So, that makes a total of six more strokes from me. You're having so much fun!"
It wasn't at all deliberate, but Pete knew he deserved the punishment for his stupidity.
"I guess so." He calculated quickly in his mind. "So, let's move on to the next four. These should be even more exciting!"
Another stroke landed on his unwarmed backside, causing another sting. He let out a cry and called out. "Three, Ma'am. Thank you and may I have another one?"
His ass was beginning to warm up, and he started to feel it might not be so bad. The punishment was probably going to feel even better.
Mistress Anita decided it was her turn now. She selected a heavier cane and demonstrated its weight by swishing it in the air.
"Now it's my turn, Pete. Remember, you earned two Red Stripes for getting hard in Mary's hands and not keeping your hard-on in check. That means a total of twelve strokes with this cane. Also, because you're so lucky, I'll be making sure it leaves marks on your butt. Are you ready?"
Pete could feel his cock stirring at the thought. "Yes, Ma'am. Ready as I'll ever be."
He would be caned twelve times, and also have twelve more from Miss Marx. Altogether, he'd be getting almost thirty strokes. Pete's mind started to wander through his previous experiences. His cock started to harden, although he hardly had time to think about it. The girls were teaching Pete to get hard unintentionally.
Anita clearly began to get into her stride and her aim got better as the strokes went on. Pete started losing his count around the sixth stroke. Was it six or eight? It seemed like he had already said eight once...he just couldn't remember!
"Eight, Ma'am. Thank you. Please cane me again."
Another pause. Pete tried to focus, willing himself to remember how many he'd been hit. Heck, let's give both a try - he called out, "Eight, or is it seven... please cane me again."
Silence in the room. Miss Marx spoke up, "It was seven, Pete. You may have forgotten, but I hadn't."
She was so impressed with Pete's unpreparedness that she decided to give him three more for that.
"So, seven plus three is ten. But, you lost points by forgetting, so I've tagged on three more from Mary. So, a total of thirteen, Pete. You did a great job of letting me down."
Annoyed by his mistake, Pete decided to earn more during the punishments. He aimed to enjoy each stroke he received.
"Miss Marx awarded me thirteen strokes on my previous visit, and these last four won't be as intense as the first couple. To make up for the lighter ones, she would give him another batch. Pete figured he'd have around twenty strokes if he got lucky, and he was prepared for the fun ahead.
A silence, and then more whispers and laughter.
"Simply amazing," Miss Marx muttered. "And now, you again. Remember, you have to count up to fifteen, counting backwards till you reach six. But at six, start counting forward. Go quickly or you'll be in real trouble. Have you got it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Pete tightly clenched his cheeks as he took the first stroke. Each one was harder, more gut-wrenching, and the combined stimulation from the pain and his aching issue left him struggling to count.
"Ten...nine...eight...what was my confusion?" He was so distorted with the pain he was just feeling that he didn't know whether he'd skipped a number, or if he'd said it twice. "Eight? Or...seven?" He finally decided on the number. "Seven, Ma'am, please cane me again."
He heard whispering among the women, and Miss Marx spoke up. "Too many questions about your helpers that day. These extra strokes are twelve. Memorize the number."
"Yes, Ma'am, twelve. Please cane me again."
Anita, clearly pleased with the caning, took her cane in her hands. But she didn't start caning just yet.
"I found your halfhearted effort delightful, Pete, and I've decided I'll increase the amount given to you. You'll have thirteen more for that response. There's no need to thank me for this one, just do yourself and yourcock a favor and say 'thank you'."
The next stroke was hard enough to make Pete heave. He hadn't anticipated that weight used against him. "Six, Ma'am. Thank you, please cane me again."
"And here you've been trying to get off with that rather poor attempt at reasoning. You wanted more punishment, well, here it is. Count your way to fourteen. Four extra for good measure."
Pete could feel the raging heat in his rear as his butt glowed red. He'd left no doubt about his connection with his cock as it throbbed, begging for attention.
"Yes, Ma'am! Fourteen, thank you! May I have another caning?"
Soon it would be up to eighteen, and Pete was excited about the next time. He needed to savor each stroke - they were the first ones he had in a while, and they'd help prepare him for the rest of the spanking session.
Check out this scenario: I'm pointing at you, slave. You've been terribly unruly, and I've mercifully only added three spanks for each bonus you gain. But all of us agree that if you commit any more blunders, your next bonus spanking would have all of us whacking you six times each. That would total thirty-six whacks for just one slip-up. And just to say, we're all eager to fulfill our promise!
Your mind is swirling with the upcoming torment. I've earned thirty thwacks from the schoolmistress in addition to the eighteen I'm undergoing currently. That's seventy-two thwacks. Another thirty-six would make it a hundred and eight whacks. I'm not prepared for that. Not today.
Focusing on his duty did seem to lessen the mounting agony on his buttocks, fortunately. Anita quickly delivered her dozen swats without requiring any more discipline awarded. As she stepped away, Pete heard a familiar click sound - an iPhone capturing her actions.
"Here's a snapshot of your rear after eighteen swats, Pete." It was Ming, and she placed the phone within Pete's view so he could see for himself the state of his derriere. It wasn't as bad as he anticipated, as it appeared quite red and there were some stripes stretching across it.
Thank the Lord for that, Pete thought, dreading thirty more to come. But so far, I'm managing quite well. Although that blue pill does have its disadvantages - my cock's throbbing, desperately calling for a moment's relief.
"Next up, it's my turn, unless you're thirsty, Pete." Miss Marx spoke gently.
"Yes, that would be nice. Thank you, Miss Marx. I'd like a drink."
"Excellent!" announced Ming, promptly discarding her leather skirt and undressing. Pete's gaze fixed on Ming's cock, which emerged from its confines and became even longer, thicker, and more robust, regardless of his gaze.
"If you're ready, Pete, you can now drink from this. Use your tongue and envision my cock as a faucet, and you can treat yourself to whatever comes out."
As he spiraled deeper into submission, Pete started to lose any embarrassment regarding the humiliating acts he'd willingly inflicted upon himself. Embrace the moment and the crowd watching is just an added bonus. Ming held her solid instrument in one hand and guided it into Pete's open mouth. Pete licked her engorged head before applying suction.
Ming gauged Pete didn't have deep-throat experience yet and didn't plan to teach him if his first time would be now. She pushed herself in and out, allowing him just enough time until she neared an orgasm. With a warning that he shouldn't remove his mouth, she massaged herself. Pete was seconds away from a spectacular show.
Miss Marx stood again and walked towards Pete. He gazed up, fear rising as he caught a glimpse of her ominous expression.
To be concluded.