Punishment Therapy

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38,900 words
Published May 2022

A fake psychologist takes advantage of some lovely young women with serious guilt issues by offering to provide the punishment they feel they need. Out comes the ropes and whips! Lots of bondage and torment with girls locked in tiny cages, a “werewolf” who has to be chained up during each full moon, and other fun and games. Things take a strange turn when she hires an assistant, a big woman who is just as sadistic as she.
Typical John Savage novel with tons of restraints, pain and sexual misdeeds.

Only when there was a fair amount of bruising surrounded the whip marks and the whole of her ass had turned into an ugly mass of swollen and inflamed skin, did the whipping stop. After a dozen strokes, Marilyn handed the whip over to Thelma. Perhaps she thought that her assistant would deliver a similar number of lashes, and that would complete a fine job of introducing Susan to her new world of pain.

But Thelma was of a different mind about that. From the first swing of her arm to the last, she was applying all the force she could. One might think that she was intent upon cutting the flesh thereon into ribbons. And, in a few places, the skin did open and yield a tiny sign of blood.

Susan, while this torture of her ass went on, continued to cry out mightily, filling the small room with most sincere sounds of pain. Pleading had no effect and she soon ceased the useless attempt.

Her legs jerked from side to side as she strained against the ropes. Her fingers fluttered uselessly and the muscles in her arms ached from tugging at the ropes. The two tormentors watched in fascination as the fleshy bottom bounced and quivered with each stroke.

The end came not when Thelma’s arm was exhausted but then her boss could no longer stand the urgent sexual need in her body. Grabbing Thelma’s arm, she halted the swing of the whip. Turning Thelma around, she wrapped both arms around the woman and pressed their lips hard together.

The need was mutual. Thelma returned the kiss with unrestrained passion. The abuse of their captive was an aphrodisiac of great potency. Hands grasped and tongues dueled. Hands eventually found the zippers and soon the cat suits were being pulled down to expose breasts and pubic mounds. The two of them sank down to the floor, turning each other so that their bodies assumed the classic “69” position. From that point on, the lips and tongues were used to excite them into surprisingly rapid orgasms. Actually, more than one.
During this performance, moans of pleasure mixed with weeping moans of pain.

Eventually the two of them separated and lay there, trying to catch their breaths and smiling.

When Thelma regained her feet, she uttered a loud “Wow!”

Marilyn, on her knees at that point, turned to see what Thelma was looking at. It was one horribly maltreated yet quite impressive ass.

“Damn! We really did a number on her!” Thelma exclaimed. “I wonder how long it will take for her ass to heal and get back to normal?”

“Probably quite a while,” Marilyn said. “Maybe weeks. I don’t know. Never did this before.”

“Well, there are other places on her that we can attack,” Thelma said. She began to unknot the ropes holding her to the cage. “Might as well put her away for the night.” When she was free of the cage, Susan sank to her knees and then onto her side, still crying.

Thelma said, “Do we stuff her in the cage still tied this way? Or take some of the ropes off?”

“We’ll compromise. Untie her legs but leave her arms tied.”

“Good idea. Not that we need to keep her tied. The cage is secure enough to hold her. But I like having her tied, don’t you?”

Marilyn nodded agreement.

Once Susan’s legs were untied, they began lifting her and pushing her into the rather small cage.

“What are you doing to me?” she whined. “Haven’t you hurt me enough?”

“Not nearly enough, sweetie. And you had better get used to it. You’ll probably not be without restraints at anytime.”

“You can’t do this!” Susan protested. But without hands to fight them, she had no way of preventing herself from being squished between the bars. It was the same cage that had held Holly, one of the first patients to receive punishment therapy. Susan had to sit on her battered and quite sore ass and pull her legs folded up to her chest. With the lid closed, there was very little room left over. Certainly not enough for her to change position.

“No, wait! You’re not going to leave me like this. You can’t.”

Thelma laughed at the caged girl.

Marilyn, having zipped up her suit and was standing by the door, told her, “Get used to it. You’re going to be tied, chained or caged almost all the time.”

The wordless cry of distress was music to their ears. As was the wonderfully frightened look on her face.

As Thelma approached the door, Susan was begging, “Please! I’ll do anything you want. Let me out of here. I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead. No one will hear you. These rooms are soundproof. Have a pleasant night.”

Susan, as promised, was screaming at them as they closed and locked the door.

“I don’t think she’s a happy camper,” commented Thelma.

“It is much better not having to talk the patient into believing this is beneficial therapy.”

“Yeah.”

“I should have done this at the start.”

“You know, I think she watched us making love on the floor.”

“Maybe. But we kept our masks on. She still didn’t see our faces.”

“Yeah. I love these cat-suits. So damned kinky!”