I got home still shaking from the evening's events. Sent straight upstairs I undressed and went in the bathroom again and examined my naked body in the mirror. The light wasn’t that good but the marks were still quite evident. The cable had left much more in the way of stripes and my nipple was hard and red compared with the other and my clitoris was standing out harder and redder than I had ever seen it. I felt between my legs, still wet as was the inside of my thighs. I touched my clitoris with one hand and felt the reddened nipple with the other and thought about Jim, how he had looked me in the eye and swished the cable across my nipple and how it had taken me by surprise. I remembered him taking his time again, how he loved to dangle the cable down between my cheeks and how his aim was directed right between them. How he pressed on my smarting clitoris and wormed his finger between my cheeks and the pressure he applied until it slipped in and the satisfaction that spread across his face. I wasn’t sure why it was exciting, but I was gripping my sore nipple and pulling it out towards the mirror before I turned and, needing to feel more pressure, lifted one leg into the bath. I lowered myself onto the cold white enamel and ground my pussy into the edge and slid forward and backwards, pushing down on the cold steel as hard as I could until I leant back, bracing myself with my hands behind me, slid up and down as an orgasm overwhelmed me and I lent forward with all my weight pushing my pussy onto the cold edge until it subsided. I felt exhausted and still naked, staggered into the bedroom and collapsed into my bed.
John had been keeping his American uncle up to date with the progress he was making in applying the methods he had learnt on his visit to the States. His uncle had been very impressed and in his latest correspondence had asked John if he could take some pictures as he might consider using them in the type of literature he had given John before his return to England. John was elated, he looked up to his uncle and the thought of being able to contribute to his publication was beyond his expectations. Once again his thoughts went to Mat with his contacts and inventiveness, he would be sure to help him once again. He broached the subject with Mat at church on Sunday and Mat was only too pleased to help, stating that he was sure a friend of his at work would loan him the necessary equipment and sure enough, by Wednesday he called on John and said everything was arranged and he would he would go around to the hall tonight and try it out, so John met up with him later that night. Mat came in with a heavy black case and a tripod tucked under his arm. John took the case as Mat pulled the legs out and stood the tripod up and opened the case and placed the camera and a few objects on the table. He explained to John that it was a really good camera for the job, he would just have to check if the lighting was sufficient or he may have to borrow another one tomorrow. John watched as he turned on the overhead light and positioned the chair a little further back, looking through the viewfinder each time until he was satisfied with the result. “Do you want black and white or colour pics John?” Mat asked. “Colour would be fantastic Mat, ” he replied and Mat unscrewed the camera, loaded a film and fixed it back on the tripod. He spent a few minutes focusing the image and took a couple of shots before going around and making adjustments to the straps. “I’ll try and show with a few images just how the straps go, John, it’s a bit difficult without the subject to demonstrate just how they work.” John agreed and muted the idea of taking some more on Friday but wondered if Mark would agree to it. “I can but ask, ” he said, “and Mat, I’ll explain how it will help but we will have to wait and see. If you can leave the equipment here, I’ll pop up to his house and have a word with him." “ Yes it would work a lot better John, see what you can do.” Mat imagined how lucky he would be to capture the scene and have a set of prints of his own as a permanent record of the events. He had to put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself as the thought of having her pictured in full restraint instantly aroused him. John went up to Mark's house later and walked in as usual to find Mark alone in the kitchen plucking a pheasant. “That looks nice, ” he said. “Yes the old boy gives me one now and again when he’s been out shooting and I was meaning to have a word with you John as I have to work late Friday, the boss is off showing his prize bull this weekend, do you think you could come up and take Sammy down for me. I know it’s a bit of a nuisance but I can’t leave the farm.” “That's not a problem Mark, I’ll come and pick her up Friday about 5.30.” “Good man, John, you are such a help, busy time of the year for me. Can I get you a drink or anything?” “No, I better be getting back Mark, plenty to do down at the church as usual and my uncle has been in touch this week saying how impressed he is with our progress.” “That’s good John, are you keeping him informed about the things he advised you about?” “I am Mark, he even asked for some pictures and said he may use them in his literature, that’s what Mat is doing this afternoon and making sure that it’s set up right for Friday.” “What a good idea, my word, just imagine if he uses them, you’ll go right up in his estimation. Right you better get moving then and let me get on with this bird, I’ll see you soon and thanks for looking after Sammy.” With that John left, rather pleased with himself having mentioned the pictures but not actually specifying that he expected to capture everything on film on Friday. Back at the hall, Mat had finished arranging things and when John entered he asked how he had got on and John explained what had happened and they both agreed that it was a great result for their plans. “I’ve had another idea as well John, how about if we take a series of pictures and present them like a storyboard for your uncle. He may even use them to illustrate the whole thing in his pamphlets, that would be a real feather in your cap John." "Great idea Mat, tell the whole story in pictures, what could be better.” Friday arrived and John drove up to Marks to pick Sammy up. She was alone in the house and looking at her, John told her to get upstairs and put on her Sunday School frock instead of jeans and to tie her hair back before driving her down to the church in silence. “Be a good girl Sammy and we will go easy on you tonight, with your father not here, he won't know that we let you off and you can get back home early, is that clear?” “Yes Sir, ” she replied sheepishly as he marched her into the hall. Opening the door, she looked around to see Jim and Bill sat watching Mat adjusting a light positioned next to the chair. “Hello John, I borrowed another light, it’s a bit harsh with just that overhead light. I thought we could start over there by the cross on the wall and take a full length portrait.” “You carry on Mat, let us know if you need anything, ” and with that he sat down with the other two. “ Where’s the minister Mat?” asked John. “Didn’t you hear John, Mr Maunder passed away last night, he’s gone up to their house to see the family and make arrangements, he said he’ll be back as soon as he can and not to wait for him.” With that Mat ushered Sammy over to the wall and positioned the new light to one side. Sammy watched as he brought the tripod over and told her to stand up straight and face the front. She felt a slight shudder down below as she realised he was going to photograph her and visions of the episode in the barn with the Crow Man came back to her. She stood up straight and pulled her shoulders back, feeling rather important at being treated like a model as she smiled towards the camera. “Lovely” he said, "one more and then we’ll move back over there.” Sammy smiled again, her head to one side as she pushed her chest out towards the camera as Mat checked the focus and clicked the shutter. “Right John, would you prepare her while I move this lot and take one of the chair.” John guided her over to the desk and gestured for her to lose the dress as the other two looked on and he reminded her to be good and she would soon be home. Sammy quickly undressed and John led her back towards the chair as Mat took over and told her to sit down as he fiddled with the light once more. Jim and Bill focused on her naked body, leaning forward to get a better view around the tripod before Mat asked Bill to step behind the chair. “I want this frame to demonstrate how the wrist straps are utilised Bill, can you secure her arms please, ” as Bill took one hand and secured the wrist down to the side before doing the same with the other and returned to stand next to Mat. “Good, sit up straight girl, Bill, just go back and put the waist belt on will you.” Bill did as he was told, making sure his hands brushed down over her breasts as he positioned the belt before buckling it tight around the back of the chair and returning to the front. Mat focused the camera and clicked the shutter before walking around and bending over, hooked his hands under her knees and repositioning her legs with the feet a couple of feet apart, he returned to the camera and moving the tripod a little lower, focused again and clicked the shutter. “Excellent, now Bill, back around the back please and Jim, pass the legs up to him please.” Jim crouched down in front of her and taking hold of both ankles slowly raised them up to Jim, holding them there as he secured one and then the other. His face was inches away from her now exposed sex and he studied it carefully until the task was completed. Sammy was looking down at him, feeling his rough hands gripping her ankles as he stared between her upturned legs. Finally both were fastened tight and they both stood to the side and let Mat adjust the tripod and light until he focused once more on the now stretched out form in front of him and took two more shots. Standing back up, Mat turned to John who was standing behind him and asked his opinion as to how they should demonstrate, pictorially, the actual discipline itself. Sammy watched as Bill and Jim watched her helpless body until John decided how the next few pictures should portray her chastisement. He walked over to the desk and removing the jar and strap from the drawer went back to Mat. “First I think we should have Jim holding the strap as if he is testing the distance for his stroke, here Jim, take the strap and stand to the side and just tap it on the target area.” Jim took hold of it and standing to one side looked down at her exposed lips and gently started tapping the strap, teasing her and watching her face as she took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip, waiting for the first stinging stroke. Mat moved the tripod in closer, looking into the viewfinder until he was satisfied as Jim continued teasing the pink folds. “That’s lovely Jim, just hold it with the tip touching there, just a bit higher, that’s it, ” and click, the shutter sounded again. “Right, now a couple of good strokes please, I want to see a couple of stripes on the thighs please.” Sammy closed her eyes as Jim tapped the target once more and rained two rapid strokes at her wide open thighs. “Well done Jim, let's give it a minute or two so that we can see the result, ” and with that he stood up and the four of them discussed the process and Mat eventually bent down to examine the red welts appearing down the thigh and ending on the now reddening lip, one slightly below and one directly over the now semi erect clitoris. “Good job, we’ll give it another minute or two and then I’ll get a picture to demonstrate the result.” They all watched as Sammy looked down over her tummy, seeing once more how vulnerable her bits were and wondering what was next. Mat focussed again and recorded the result asking Bill to repeat the process on the other side. Bill stepped forward and removed the black rubber cable from his pocket, dangled it over her lips, letting it dance over the surface as he concentrated on teasing her slightly open lips and her now protruding clitoris. “Lovely Bill just hold it still one moment, ” as he clicked the shutter and then directed Bill to copy Jim with two strokes from his side of the chair. Bill dangled it again onto the target and then folding it in two, making sure the loose ends were the same length, drew it through his spare hand before flicking it downwards onto the soft flesh. Sammy let out a squeal and rocket forward as he drew the cables back through his hand and delivered a second strike resulting in a wide eyed shriek from Sammy. They all watched with approval as Bill stepped back and lent down to examine his work. John was observing with a wry smile on his face as he lent in to confirm what he thought he had observed, as the four welts quickly appeared, the last two curling down under the milky thigh, right between the cheeks with one landing directly on the small brown rose bud. It only confirmed John’s suspicion that Bill was more interested in that than the open lips above and that he would indulge him at every opportunity to keep him on board. All four were gathered in front of Sammy, watching the area until Mat said, “right, move away so that I can record the next frame, ” as he lifted the tripod slightly forward and refocused before snapping another frame. “What do you think John, I thought the next picture should show if Eve’s sins were evident, what do you think?” “Obviously we have not had long enough time to test the subject sufficiently but we can easily make do for now.” He took the jar from his pocket and instructed Bill to lean over her from above and hold the lips open while he smeared a dollop of the cream over the clitoris. “Here Jim, squat down between her legs please and you work this into the area will you.” Jim eagerly squatted down at the front and started to rub the cream around the clitoris and along each side of the stretched opening. “Here, you need a bit more, ” as he proffered the jar towards Jim who dipped a finger in and resumed the treatment, only this time he concentrated on the inner surfaces as his rough, gnarled fingers worked gradually deeper inside. Sammy was straining forward watching his hand explore deeper until John pushed her back and offered the jar once more to Jim. “Make sure you get all the way down Jim, we want it to look convincing, ” and not needing any more encouragement, his two fingers slid down and around under her several times before circling the rose bud with increasing pressure. Jim looked up and watched her face as he applied more pressure, her eyes opened wide as did her mouth as his thick nail and gradually the rough finger finally penetrated the little opening. There was a look of ecstasy on his face as the others watched intently until he turned his palm upwards and reached right inside as the whole finger disappeared. Jim was lost in the moment and started pumping it in and out until Sammy let out a real guttural cry and shook violently. “Right, ” said Mat, let's get a picture” and Jim drew his finger down and rocked himself back and pushed himself up. They all stood back, watching her straining forward against the belts as John handed Jim a cloth and told him to wipe his hands and not to touch his eyes. Mat focused the camera and took a couple of quick shots before standing up and walking around to crouch down in front of her. He reached out with both hands and stretched the lips wide open before using his index finger nail to rapidly scratch the little nub making sure it was fully exposed. Once satisfied he looked up at the face straining down at him before pushing her back upright and gripping both nipples started to stretch and twist them. This caused her to lean forward again until he looked around and told Jim to go behind the chair and hold her back. Jim walked round the back, leaning over, pulled her shoulders back and pinned her against the back as Mat resumed his assault on the now distended nipples. He pulled them out, making pointed cones of the small breast while twisting them back and forth before letting go. There, that’s more like it, it needs to be convincing for the final shots” he said and returned to the camera wiping his hands on the cloth Jim passed to him. “Come back round Jim, don’t want you in the shot” as he proceeded to refocus. “Put your head up and look at the camera Sammy, open your mouth wide, that’s it, close your eyes and push your chest out as hard as you can.” Sammy complied and the others watched as she posed, legs wide open, her pussy shining wet in the bright light with the opening illuminated right inside and wetness trickling down around her rose bud onto the chair. Mat clicked away with half a dozen shots before turning to John and asking if he thought they had sufficient shots to tell the story for his uncle. “I think maybe another couple just to be safe, Mat. Give me a minute” and he picked up the strap, walking behind the chair, leaned over, holding her back with his free hand, delivered a series of blows straight between the legs. The others watched intently as each strike landed, first on one side, forcing the lip violently to the side and then another to the opposite side. They watched as John waited until they settled down before repeating it and waiting twice more. The area was turning red and swelling as John told Jim and Bill to stand on opposite sides and get hold of the lips on their respective sides and hold her wide open. They quickly obliged as Mat squatted in front watching the process with growing excitement. When ready, John leaned over, tapping the strap into the exposed flesh before drawing his arm back and delivering an accurate stroke right on top of the fully exposed clitoris. He waited a minute, holding her pinned back before leaning over, examining the swelling protrusion while tapping it repeatedly before lifting the strap over his head. Both Jim and Bill increased their grip and pulled even harder, not wanting their fingers to be caught as the strap flashed down onto the target. John let go as Sammy strained against the belts, a silent scream trying to form from her wide open mouth as John stepped back around to the front and Mat pushed the other two to the side and quickly resumed his position behind the camera, intent on capturing the moment. He took two or three more shots before moving the tripod out of the way and the four of them sat down, Sammy still restrained in front of them, as they passed comments about the evening's events and Mat explained about the storyboard and John's uncle's request. “I’ll take the film back to my friend at work and ask him to do a test sheet so that we can choose the most suitable pics. He has to do it in the lab at the weekend while everyone is off work so we should have them back for Monday. I’ve got a couple of frames left on the film so I’ll take another of Sammy standing against the wall, like she’s doing corner time, I think your uncle will appreciate that.” “ Good idea Mat, get organised and we will get her ready. Mat stood up and moved the light and tripod as John asked the others to see to Sammy. Bill went to the front as Jim stood behind, starting to undo the belt. Bill squatted down and examined between her legs, he reached in with both hands seeing his last chance to explore further, he looked her in the eye as he took the tender lips and pulled them aside.While still watching her he pushed his thumbs in, forcing them apart before releasing one side, he inserted one and then two fingers inside. Seeing the others were still occupied, Jim had stopped fiddling with the belt and nodded to Bill letting him explore further so he pushed his fingers deeper inside still watching her until their whole length was buried inside her. He started rotating them vigorously, moving them in and out until he watched her head tilt back, her teeth clenched together as he sped up the action intent on feeling her muscles grip his fingers and pulsate. It didn’t take long before she relented and pushed down on his hand as he explored inside, rotating his hand and plunging his fingers in and out until he felt her grip tighten. She strained forward against Bill's rough hands pushing down onto his fingers until finally she shuddered as he gripped her mound with his two fingers buried deep inside her, all the time watching her intently. She couldn’t escape his gaze as she struggled to force herself onto his hand as it scrunched her soft flesh and gripped inside her. Looking straight at him, unable to help herself as he drained her orgasm, feeling every little contraction with his iron grip, It was a knowing look that he gave her, and she understood the power that he had holding her in his grip, unrelenting, squeezing harder and harder, his fingers exploring inside as he exerted his total dominance over her body. Eventually, as he witnessed her surrender, he pulled his hand away and put his fingers up to her lips. Jim held the sides of her head as Bill, still looking straight at her, traced his fingers around her lips until she relented and his two fingers entered her mouth and stroked around her moist tongue. She stared back, un-blinking unable to resist as the sharp taste of the tiger balm mixed with her own juices spread across her tongue and into the whole of her mouth. “Clean them, ” he mouthed at her staring eyes and she started to wrap her tongue around the digits as he twisted them around, exploring her mouth until John broke the spell by calling over to them to get a move on. Bill removed his fingers and had a quick feel of the firm little mounds and hard nipples before standing up as Jim released her head and unbuckled the restraints. Her legs dropped down heavily to the floor as Bill pulled her up and walked her over to the wall and left her for Mat to finish his film. Stand back where you were before he instructed. “Stand up straight and look at me, now lean back on the wall, hands on your head and put those feet wide apart and push that chest out. Come on, now smile, that’s it, keep still.” Her legs would hardly support her as he snapped a couple more before unscrewing the camera and kneeling in front of her, snapping the last couple of frames, demanding she looked straight at the camera and pushed her chest out even further, her shoulders pinned back against the wall, her body on tip toes thrusting forward towards the camera. He stood up and lifted the tripod and walked over to the table and started packing up leaving her there. John unplugged the light and took it over to Mat as the other two sat down, watching Sammy standing against the wall, hands on her head, her nipples jutting out high on her chest and her swollen clitoris, clearly swollen and exposed between her parted lips. Mat finished packing and with John, they all sat down, watching Sammy and discussing the photos. “My friend will have to charge us for his services, ” said Mark. “Obviously your uncle will need a set, what about everyone else, how many shall I order?” “I would think that Jim and Bill would like a set, is that right?” They both nodded and John said, “what about the minister, you better ask your father, so that’s at least six, so how about you ask him how much for seven sets once we have chosen which images to print.” “That sounds sensible John, it would be good to have a record for future reference so that’s settled.” With that, John stood up with the others and they watched as Sammy as she dressed herself and Jim and Bill bade goodnight and Mat and John congratulated themselves on the night's work. “More than I could have wished” said John, “ you have been a real asset Mat, the minister should be really proud of you and I am sure my uncle will have something to say when we send him a set. I’ll make sure he knows how instrumental you are in achieving God's work, well done lad.” Mat locked up as John and Sammy left well pleased with the night's work. Sammy sat quietly in the car on the way home and John told her he was pleased with how she handled herself tonight and he would tell Mark that she had been a good and obedient girl and that she was making good progress and he would see them both next Friday if not before. She got out of the car and let herself in and seeing nobody was in yet, went straight to the bathroom to wash herself and look in the mirror at her naked body, before crossing the landing and climbing into bed. Lying there she felt between her legs and rubbed it gently, remembering Bill’s piercing gaze as his fingers explored her and how she had no choice but to push down on them and squeeze them as hard as she could. Remembering how he had gripped her in his big rough hand, staring into her eyes while he felt inside her, the pain and the pleasure, another shudder ran up from between her legs, through her body, as she gripped the swollen flesh until she collapsed back exhausted.