“Hello Mommy, I am just playing with Poodle while we wait for you,” said Jacky. “Playing with Poodle is making him fetch a stick, Jacky, not satisfying your desires and teasing him,” replied Mistress Blunt.
“Did they offer to release your cage, Poodle?” Mistress Blunt asked. I could only nod the affirmative.
“On your knees, hands out front, and face to the ground, Jacky. And don’t move,” Mistress Blunt ordered. “While I understand your temptation, Jacky, you should really control your desires as now Poodle has a price to pay.”
She removed the CamelBak from my shoulders and began to retrieve the items she had asked me to pack. She looked around and grabbed a stout stick and a long, whippy switch.
She looked upwards, her gazed fixed on something. “Hands, Poodle!” she ordered. I placed my hands in front of her, where she bound my wrists together. She then proceeded to push my feet apart and tie my ankles to the stout stick. A much longer rope was attached to my wrists and thrown over a tree branch.
“On to the balls of your feet, Poodle, and raise those hands.” As I complied, she pulled hard on the long rope, tying it to the trunk of another nearby tree. “Off those toes,” she said. As my heels came back to the ground, I was extremely stretched.
Taking the scissors she had, my shirt was cut off… and then my shorts, revealing the new pair of white, high-cut briefs she had allowed me to buy. She stepped forward and put her fingers on my nipples, hardening them as I felt her warmth and sweat.
She reached down and took my testicles in her hand, giving them a firm squeeze as precum made a spot on my panties. She laughed as she slapped my face firmly and leaned in close to whisper, “Silly Poodle, did you really think I would give Jacky the key? They should certainly not have suggested they could unlock you. You know I am the only one who gets to play with what belongs to me.”
Two more ropes tied off the makeshift spreader bar and I was quite immobile.
“Up and on your knees, Jacky, and approach Poodle.” I could imagine it was quite painful for Jacky to make their way to me on their knees… across the forest floor. “Right up close, stick that nose into Poodle’s very cute white panties.”
Jacky’s arms were then pulled around me and tied there. Another rope encircled their shoulders, forcing their face tightly into my panties. I could feel their breath and the warmth as its wetness touched my panties.
Jacky’s knees were then tied to the bar and their ankles spread with another branch, tied off in both directions. Mistress Blunt picked up the switch and began to test it. I could hear its sound cutting the air. She brought another stick and placed it in my mouth, tightly tying it off.
Now I felt the switch caressing my bottom, the touch of it through my panties. The first strike was gentle and almost a caress. A sigh escaped, causing Mistress Blunt to laugh. I could feel a giggle from Jacky, ever the brat regardless of their predicament.
The caress of my bottom became firmer and more regular. From the left at first, then a brief respite as Mistress Blunt changed sides and the switch’s caress switched to the right. Suddenly its tip was poking my testicles, and I squirmed as Mistress Blunt laughed. She slid the switch under my testicles, and Jacky gave a small gasp as the tip poked into their breastbone. It certainly got Jacky’s attention… it was not a giggle this time. Perhaps our predicament was becoming clearer to them.
A gentle tap to my testicles, then three firm blows. Although not a scream, they elicited grunts of endurance. Then quickly and hard the blows rained across my panties, swats crossing the path of the previous ones, my bottom soon burning.
Mistress Blunt then walked around front and made clear eye contact, touching my neck and feeling my pulse. Satisfied, she gave my nipples a slight tug, which was pure pleasure.
She reached down to Jacky’s stomach, felt the regular breathing, and put her fingers on their neck to feel a firm regular… although more rapid than usual… pulse.
“Jacky, my dear, you are purely to blame for this predicament and yet Poodle has paid most of the price for your behavior,” she said as she cut Jacky’s shorts, revealing a pair of navy blue briefs. “Oh, you really intended to tease poor Poodle, didn’t you?” Mistress Blunt continued. “I must admit it was part of the plan for today, but I don’t remember giving you a role.”
She pulled Jacky’s singlet above their breasts, briefly showing me their navy blue sports bra before dropping it back down. My breathing had hastened. She laughed as she said, “Navy blue certainly has an effect on Poodle.”
She began to caress Jacky’s bottom and vagina with the switch. As with me, gentle and firm and then a pause to tease their vagina. This time, I gasped as the tip poked me in the leg.
As Mistress Blunt began the same ministration on Jacky’s bottom, I could feel Jacky’s breath hasten. The initial giggles turned to gasps, the last ten swats eliciting loud grunts.
“Now Jacky, you are the bigger transgressor and Mommy needs to take care of that.” I watched as the switch caressed Jacky’s shoulder blades. Jacky began to breathe quickly and perhaps shake a little. With the same progression as the blows to their bottom, the switch struck Jacky’s upper back. First gasps, then grunts. Then I could hear muffled screams, feel tears soaking my panties. After twenty or so of the scream-inducing blows, Mistress Blunt stopped.
She undid the ropes on the shoulders, which bound Jacky close to me, allowing Jacky to pull back a little and breathe freely. She leaned down close, whispering soothingly to Jacky and caressing the cherry pink of their upper back. Her hands brushed Jacky’s cheeks and smoothed their hair as Jacky slowly came back to the present. Their face still wet with tears, but their breathing back to normal.
Mistress untied Jacky completely and led them away. Now kneeling next to them and holding them close, whispering. Mistress Blunt placed Jacky on their knees and again tied their wrists. Using another long rope, she pulled Jacky forward until their upper body was parallel to the ground and she tied the rope to a tree.
With a great deal of relief, I felt the suspension rope released and Mistress came close to me. Caressing my face and touching me gently. My gaze drifted to Jacky’s navy blue, pantie-covered bottom. Mistress Blunt noticed my attention and laughed, “Well then, next step as it seems you are recovered.”
The other ropes were released, and she gently pushed me onto my knees, brought towards Jacky. She pulled Jacky’s panties a bit and proceeded to push them into their vagina. She lowered the front of my panties below my testicles and pulled my cage to Jacky’s vagina.
Pushing firmly against my bottom, she pushed my caged penis into Jacky. I could feel Jacky gasp. I could feel Jacky’s warmth as Mistress pulled me forward, stretched across Jacky’s back, and tied my wrists to the same tree.
A few more ropes to the bar had us quite immobile. As she fixed a stick in Jacky’s mouth, another attractive young woman in tight shorts and a sports bra ran onto the plateau.
“Excellent! You made even better time than I expected,” said Mistress Blunt. “That means the rest of the club should be here in about 50 minutes, as I had you leave 40 minutes before them.” Jacky’s Mommy squatted down and gently caressed their face a bit more, licking the saltiness of dried tears.
Mistress Blunt looked at the new arrival and said, “You have been a good girl this week and clearly training hard, so you may play with Jacky’s breasts and gently caress their clitoris while you supervise this predicament. You may caress Poodle’s testicles as well. No pain as they have paid that price for their naughtiness already.”
“I am going to meet the rest of the club halfway up the trail and we should all be here in about 50 minutes,” said Mistress Blunt. She laughed, loudly exclaiming, “To think some of the club actually thought Jacky would behave if left in this situation and that Poodle deserved a little reward. I guess everything has worked out nicely. Release them in 45 minutes to clean up. You three can set the pace for the second half of the run.”
And with that, she turned and ran down the trail. Then I heard, “Well Poodles, as Mommy said, you deserve a reward. I know what a brat Jacky can be, so let’s see how we can ease the ache in those testicles, shall we?” And I felt her warm hand begin a gentle caress.
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