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When my landlady handed us two buckets – one empty and one filled with soapy water – together with a number of rags, I thought we might get off lightly. I picked the empty one and started to mop up the pee from the floor and wring out the rag into the bucket, trying not to think too much about dipping my hands into the pee now that I’d come down from my sexual high, while Natalie crawled after me and wiped it clean with the wet cloth. Bridget stood in the doorway and rapped her fingernails impatiently against the frame, watching us without blinking. My knees hurt quite badly by the time we were finished, and without the arousal, crawling naked over the floor in front of my landlady had rekindled the self-conscious feeling that was becoming all too familiar. “Finished!” Natalie declared, and we rose with relieved expressions on our young faces. Bridget lifted an eyebrow and looked us up and down with a frown. “I hardly think so. Get into the bathroom and wait for me, I’ll be there in a minute!” We looked at each other and shrugged, then traipsed into the bathroom as ordered. The wait felt a bit awkward, and Natalie seemed to be just as nervous as me. We didn’t talk, just sent quick glances at each other and blushed every time our eyes met. Then my landlady was back, an assortment of rubber hoses and other things in her hand that I could make neither heads nor tails of. She stopped right in front of us and sent us another scathing look. “Sluts,” she hissed. “That’s what you are. Dirty little girls with no sense of self-control, pissing all over the floor! Let’s see if I can instill some in you.” She made a rather imposing figure when she was angry, and when she told us to hurry into the shower, I didn’t hesitate for a second. Natalie quickly followed my example and stood next to me, the shower becoming quite cramped. Seconds later, Bridget was also there and turned up the water. The ice-cold stream cascading over us made us both squeal, but thankfully it heated up quickly. It was actually nice to feel the water run down my body and wash away the sticky remnants of our earlier play. It was also lovely to stand shoulder to shoulder to the sweet, kinky neighbor girl. Until my landlady stopped the water, took up a thin rubber hose with some kind of plastic bag attached and crouched down in front of me. At first I was reminded of my enema, but the hose was missing the big nozzle and the bag was too small. “Spread your pussy lips apart,” Bridget suddenly ordered me, “let’s see if we can wash out the naughty ideas from your peehole.” A dreadful knot formed in my stomach, and I froze. “Well,” she bellowed, “will you be a good girl or do we have to have a discussion of what being a sex slave entails?” I could only bite my lip and spread my pussy lips apart. The rubber hose, now that she held it closer, had a slightly rounded tip and glistened with moisture. Still, it was as thick as my pinky finger, and the thought that she would push that thing into my tiny peehole terrified me. She pushed the tip against my hole, and my thighs began to shake. “Are you afraid it will hurt?” She asked softly. I nodded. She smiled in response. Küçükköy escort bayan “It will. It is, after all, supposed to be a punishment. But you’ll survive.” And then she pushed, and the tip of the hose slipped inside, deeper and deeper, accompanied by a burning, stretching sensation that felt so wrong that tears welled up in my eyes. Still, I stared at the spot between my legs where it vanished into me, unable to believe what I let my landlady do here, and how deep she was putting the hose into me. Suddenly the burning turned into a white-hot pain deep inside my tummy that almost made my knees buckle. It felt as if I was peeing, and I shrieked. But a moment later it settled back into a dull burning. I felt Natalie’s hand rub over my lower back. “Oh god,” she whispered, and I felt grateful for her compassion, “that’s so damn sexy!” My lower lip started to tremble. Bridget, unmoved by my plight, removed a clamp from the top of the hose and began to apply gentle pressure to the plastic bag between her fingers. Strange feelings started deep inside my bowels, and then I registered an ever-increasing pressure on my bladder. My eyes widened and I gasped. The pressure quickly mounted, the urge to pee from earlier returned. But it didn’t stop there. It rose and rose, until I felt my bladder would burst and short stabs of pain made my tummy ripple and my hips jerk. The clamp was re-applied, the bag removed, and I whimpered, my eyes moist. It looked obscene, the dark rubber hose jutting from between my pink folds and running all the way to the bottom of the shower, where my landlady had deposited the empty bag. But now it was Natalie’s turn. Bridget had stood up again and captured her chin with her slightly pudgy fingers. “I can’t force you to accept the punishment, Natalie Brown, but you can either take the same as Paisy here or let your mother decide what is appropriate.” “No!” She hastily protested. “I’ll take the punishment here. Please don’t tell mum!” Despite my predicament, I made a mental note to find out why Natalie appeared to almost panic at that prospect. Then Bridget started the procedure with her, and I watched he – as good as I could between my own whimpers and cramps – receive the same treatment. And found that I could understand her earlier comment. There was something so inherently naughty in seeing a rubber hose shoved up her peehole and watch the mounting discomfort in her face that it made my tingle between the legs. The cramps in my abdomen were getting worse, though, and the arousal could only dampen them so much. When Natalie’s bag was clamped shut, I desperately prayed for my landlady to let me release whatever fluid she had put into my bladder. My hope was in vain. She turned up the water again and picked up a large vegetable brush with sturdy looking bristles and a bar of soap. “Turn around and lift your arms over your head!” Her command left no room for discussion, and I hesitantly tiptoed around, slowly lifting my arms. The brush was vicious. She washed me from neck to toe, running it up and down my body in long, hard strokes that left fiery lines everywhere Escort Mecidiyeköy they touched. She even ran it between my bum cheeks and over the sensitive skin of my pucker, making it burn. When I was told to turn around again, I was a mess and trembling all over. The cramps in my tummy were getting worse with every minute, and only the water dripping from my wet hair prevented my tears from being seen. At first she did my arms and legs, and I could see the skin immediately redden under the harsh treatment. When she ran it over my breasts, I almost couldn’t believe it. The burning feeling was multiplied there, and they swelled up and turned deeply red. But the worst thing was when she brushed my pussy, long and hard. My legs finally gave out, and I fell to my knees, my hands shooting forward to protect my most sensitive parts from the torment. But the damage was already done, my pussy lips looking raw and red, and my clit felt like it had been speared by needles. Natalie didn’t fare much better, but she did manage to stay on her feet. Still, when my landlady was finally finished and turned off the water, we were both sobbing like crazy and pressing our hands against our sexes. Natalie was told to kneel down also. “Hands over your head,” Bridget ordered, and we complied, though both hesitantly. I sighed when I saw her grasp the hose dangling from between my legs with one hand and felt a slight tugging. She grabbed Natalie’s hose as well, and then I could feel the burning sensation travel in reverse direction and the tip finally pop free. There was no chance to stop my bladder from expelling the liquid, and it sprayed to the shower floor in strong bursts under the watchful eyes of my landlady. It burned, too, but the relief that accompanied the lewd act was so great that it didn’t matter. It was almost like – I wanted to cry, because after all that torment, my arousal was exploding again, and while the last trickles hit the porcelain, I was close to orgasming again. * * * * * We weren’t even allowed to dry ourselves, and five minutes later we traipsed, naked and dripping wet, after my landlady and across the yard. She opened the barn door and ushered us inside. Once there, we both gasped. Erin’s petite frame was draped over a sawhorse, arms and legs tied down and her stomach resting on the horizontal bar. Her backside was a deep shade of crimson and small welts covered the insides of her thighs. We were staring directly at her bum, and from her awkward position, she was unable to look at us. “Have you learned your lesson, Erin?” Our landlady asked rather loudly. “Yes, Bridget!” Erin’s voice sounded strained. “I’m sorry for breaking the rules.” “Good.” She approached my roommate and released the short ropes binding her to the sawhorse. “Then you can help me punish those two miscreants.” Erin was glassy-eyed. The first thing she did was to rub her bum, only to pull her hands away with a short yelp. “Damn, that hurts,” she hissed. “Pay attention to your choice of words, little lady,” she was immediately reprimanded, “or you’ll earn yourself another dose of the cane.” Merter escort “Sorry, Bridget!” “You can fetch the other sawhorse from the back while I start preparing Natalie.” She guided the neighbor girl to the recently vacated sawhorse and pushed her over it. Skilled fingers wrapped ropes around her ankles and tied them to the horse. The position made her bum stick up deliciously, her plum prominently visible from behind. It looked delicious. A few seconds later her arms were tied to the bottom of the horse as well. Erin had meanwhile brought an identical horse from the back and set it up next to Natalie’s, with a good five feet between. When it was my turn to bend over the wooden frame, I noticed that it was quite a bit taller than the ones I had seen at home. This way, with my legs spread apart and tied to the sawhorse, my arms just barely reached the floor. Erin was just as adept as her landlady in tying someone to the horse. I pulled a bit on the bonds, but the only thing that did was to bite into my skin, so I quickly gave up my struggle. Then I looked up and saw Bridget, two vicious looking canes in her hand, and reality sunk in. “Oh god,” I mumbled, my eyes locked onto the implements of doom. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards. “You’re going to get the same as Erin did. Twenty on the bum and ten on each thigh. That should make you reasonably apologetic. Or do you have any objections?” I kept silent. Erin had survived the punishment and didn’t appear so much worse for the wear, so I could too. Natalie was apparently running along the same train of thoughts. She waited a few seconds for one of us to protest, then I heard her steps behind us. There was a short, whispered conversation between her and Erin, followed by a swishing noise and a loud smack. I had no time to prepare myself for the pain, but even if I had, the raw, burning sting at the top of my bum was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I shrieked. I was shortly echoed by Natalie. Another swishing sounded, and the next smack fell just an inch below the first one, and just as painful. I buckled in my bonds and shrieked again. My roommate and Bridget quickly fell into a matching rhythm, their blows timed roughly ten seconds apart, so Natalie and I both formed a perverse little choir of wails. Each stroke seemed to hurt a little more the farther down my bum it fell. I started to sob, both from the pain and from the helplessness at being unable to protect myself. But even though I wanted nothing more than to escape this painful punishment, my pussy started to heat up again. This didn’t escape Erin’s sharp eyes. “She’s starting to cream again.” I closed my eyes, only to snap them wide open again when a blow fell dangerously close to my pussy. This time there was panic in my voice. “Twenty!” My body relaxed at that single word. The next blow would inevitably have crossed over my exposed pussy. I didn’t think I’d been able to survive that. My reprieve was short. Another smack sounded next to me, and a second later I could hear Natalie wail in agony. When the first blow fell on my left thigh, I immediately understood why. The pain was at least twice as cruel as the smacks on my bum had been, and all air was forced out of my lungs. For a moment I thought a knife had cut through my skin. Then there was a moment of heat, followed by a twisting, throbbing pain. Smack! A little further up, and I shook and trembled and wailed again. My pussy clenched hard.