This is Janice, a friend of Meghan. My husband and I are one of a group of female led relationship (FLR) couples that Meghan has assembled and mentored over the last 15 years.

I write today at her request, omitting much trivia (hosting parties is nerve-wracking), but including enough to hopefully paint a clear picture.

Must say, writing now, post facto, that a piece of art was definitely created last Thursday evening, a picture WAS painted: with whips, belts, paddles, and canes on krissi’s body. My friends (and our guests) were the artists.

[Meghan disclaimer: I have posted previously that Madam Nora’s punishment ceremony for duckie moved me. I thought that I could do here – with my group and our friends – what Madam had done; not as expertly, for sure, but that her ceremony could be a model. What follows below is my attempt.

Differences between duckies and krissi’s:

1 – I ran out of time. What I had planned was truncated because what follows here was outdoors, and we ran out of sunlight. In the end, it was fortunate. I can say today, 2 weeks hence, that krissi was taken to his limit – further than anything he’d endured before. A small amount of time was spent introducing our new wife to things – techniques, toys, etc. – but this was minor; I just didn’t get things thought through and planned tightly.

In krissi’s case this is his physical limit, not mental or psychological limit. THIS IS IMPORTANT: a sub like krissi can be permanently scarred physically before he invokes a safe word or becomes alarmingly emotional. IT’S UP TO THE DOMME to not go too far. An example, for krissi: 2 weeks hence: just now is the penis again fully available.

2 – to immediately encourage audience participation, krissi’s “warmup” was by Ladies hands – handslaps – not as was duckie’s with floggers. The handslaps didn’t go as far as I wanted. Lesson learned.

3 – my physical arrangement out of doors enabled bringing 4 Dommes (plus a significant accomplice focused on cock and balls) to bear on krissi at all times. So lashes accumulated much more quickly. The rotation I used – so all Ladies could “get in good licks” – prolonged early cycles too long – too many lashes with the first tool – whips; forcing truncation later so we never caned him to the extent I intended nor had sufficient time on the sawhorse. Should my group do this again (I believe we will), adjustments will be made.

4 – My Dommes, our accomplice, and I were topless. I find that grim-faced and topless women, in skirts, whips in hand, surrounding a bound naked man, soon to be reduced with business-like efficiency, is a most powerful image of female domination. Bare breasts and prominent nipples absolutely scream femininity! Whips and business-like determination scream domination.

5 – an impromptu conclusion (which was fun).

Features modeled after duckie’s punishment:

1 – a “dress” event. Public. Significant audience. This was a huge success here. The Ladies really enjoyed themselves. Plus> believe steps were taken with a new wife, to bring her and her husband into my group.

2 – targeted lashes. Layering of welts at a specific location on his body. I think this helped monitor injury to his body more closely, to more gradually approach the point of opening the skin. Do this at one location, then move to another nearby.

3 – sawhorse. Again, we didn’t take full advantage because we got to it too late. He was too far gone. But it definitely offers a fun conclusion. The way our’s is built (BTW: duplicates are being constructed now) – unique leg bracing – offers advantages for CBT. We didn’t get to this, but we will in the future.

4 – vibrating buttplug. Even though I waited too long to plug him, it still added a dimension to his challenge and excitement for the Ladies.

5 – medical intervention. Janice is an RN (not practicing). She was my NurseDomme for the “performance.”

All in all, the evening was a success. And lessons have been learned.

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Background

Last Monday Meghan came by my house at lunchtime. She was in a serious mood and plainspoken. She explained that the evening before, her husband, krissi, had discovered he’d mis-placed his wallet – loaded with credit and bank cards, and cash – suspecting he’d left it at the gym in the pocket of a jacket after his workout Saturday; and that this caused what had been a great and most pleasurable weekend for her to come crashing down. I’m sure she was totally incensed Sunday because on Monday, with me, she was still mad.

Normally she’d have just called. I think she was driving around, and thinking, to help her vent, to calm down. I also thought she showed a little excitement – about the punishment itself – and that maybe this was beginning to take the place of anger. She has showed all of us Ladies what an empowering, indeed invigorating, thing it is to discipline a man, and the fulfilling satisfaction felt to witness him accept it stoically, without whining or quibbling. She says there’re few more satisfying rushes than this, and we all have come to agree. I’m sure that at that moment, she was beginning to feel it.

I knew she was doing some writing for an online FLR publication. I knew also that krissi was going to be punished, just as a general principle. She explained that she’d witnessed a punishment recently done as the central focus of a ceremony, that it had moved her, and asked if I would help arrange the same for krissi, except that in this case it had to be done on extremely short notice and be complete by sundown on Thursday.

Her seriousness was palpable. Whatever it was she had in her head was going to be intense – it’s who she is. Immediately I knew I wanted to be part, if for no other reason than to watch her put it to krissi. Immediately I also suspected that I’d learn from whatever it came to be. I replied that I’d be happy to help in any way I could. She said she’d send invitations by email the minute she was back home and that the number of RSVPs would determine what we’d eventually do. She added that krissi’d get more lashes than he ever had before and she’d ask for girls from our group to help give them. She asked that I round up strong arms from our boys to help set up and also perhaps to serve at the event, depending again on how many could come.

Then she left. A half hour later her email arrived. All our group was invited.

Preparations

That evening she called to say that everyone RSVP’d in the affirmative for 4PM Thursday; said that apparently people had been talking because the Wednesday option wasn’t even mentioned. Everyone said Thursday right off the bat. She said our two schoolteachers – Charise and Terri – said they were arranging to get off early and that Terri said she’d told Jeff to put the sawhorse he was building into minimum working order by Thursday morning and deliver it to Meghan’s back yard. Said Jeff had been told to be back by 3:30 to offer a hand. Mollie had directed Tony to be there by 3:30 too. I reassured her that Patrick would arrive before 4.

Meghan said that it looks like everyone thinks this is going to be a grand demonstration, then added: “it might be.”

Then a surprise:

Mollie invited a young couple in our neighborhood – right across the street from Meghan, actually – to the Super Bowl Party in February. Amanda – the wife – had come. Neither Patrick nor I attended but we Dommes talk frequently so I knew of it. The party had been fabulous, Mollie outdid herself, and Amanda got to witness a couple hours of it before she left to relieve a babysitter.

Well, Mollie clearly again informed Amanda of krissi’s upcoming punishment because Meghan said she’d already called to ask if she could attend. Of course, Meghan was delighted – she wants Amanda to create her own FLR and then join our group. She’s 30. We need a young couple..

Meghan asked if I’d reach out to ______ Catering – heavy hors d’oeuvres, matching wines, plus plenty of chilled water … that the girls there knew how Meghan liked things, were aware we had submissive men, and she (Meghan) didn’t have time this week for menu planning. She reminded me to have Pice¹ available to chill boy’s drinks, including refreshment for krissi from a squirt bottle – in his case, she directed the bottle be filled with mixed Pice (Pice taken from each girl’s tray), topped with water – that he’d be “racked.” The email said to expect the punishment to take about 90 minutes.

And to also ask a special favor from Madeline: to wax krissi tomorrow (Tuesday). And that she was also invited on Thursday.

I took care of all this.

On Tuesday all the Ladies got another email from Meghan, instructing us to dress in short skirts and blouses; that we’d be on the lawn, so comfortable flats. It said she’d be asking everyone to warm krissi up, before whipping began, with bare hands – he would be slapped all over until cherry red, that these would not be counted like later lashes would, but because weather looked warm, might cause us to work up a sweat. It went on to say that she’d need 3 girls besides herself to participate in the lashing – one for each quadrant surrounding his stretched body, that whips, belts, and canes would be used while he was up, plus a couple special pieces for the penis, and then paddles and belts when he was over the sawhorse. She said that all Ladies -including those in the audience – could volunteer to work into the rotation, that girls would rotate from one quadrant to another. She intended that each quadrant would target specific body parts, working each implement for complete coverage up to an assigned number of lashes, per girl. So, all the Ladies would get to swing all the different tools and strike every part of him. She said that overlap of quadrants was intended – at his ass, penis, back, and torso.

Everyone was asked to bring one whip, one paddle, one riding crop, one flogger, and the widest belt our husbands had. (Wow!)

This caused phones to ring amongst us: 4 girls hitting him at the same time would pile up lashes quickly. In 90 minutes we could give him 500. Certainly, this wasn’t her plan. He’d been thoughtless and absentminded but not disrespectfully unruly and, besides, none of us had ever heard of such a thing. The point is to make it memorable, not to kill him.

Tuesday evening she called to have me ask Rita to bring the inflatable dildo she used on him at last Sunday’s ass worship, Jeannie to bring her wolf penis dildo, just in case, and Mollie to bring 300-400 of those diabolical miniature clothespins (mercy … I then saw what was coming … possibly explaining where time would be spent.

I have a nursing degree (not working since kids). Meghan asked me to keep a log – assigning lashes to each girl, recording them, and watching krissi, stopping things as I felt necessary to look at him closely. [ … I’d not get the thrill of actually hitting him. Darn!!]. I also had to populate a medical kit: disinfectants, gauze pads, band-aids, bandages, tape, latex gloves (20 pairs) and 2 boxes of Eroxon … she wanted it handy. The caterer has small but raised tables used for drinks. I asked them to bring an extra.

Everything fell into place across Meghan’s back lawn Wednesday and Thursday. Jeff delivered the sawhorse on Wednesday. He’d not yet padded its top, but eyebolts were installed in the legs. Thursday morning the caterers placed chairs, tables, and coolers. Meghan provided a tailgating 6 pack cooler. It had a masking tape label “PICE.” She said to place it beneath a caterer’s serving table, alongside seating at the side.

I called to ask Meghan about the sawhorse. Told her its top was bare wood. She said to pad it with folded bath towels, beach towels even better, at the last minute. And to wrap the towels with duct tape so they wouldn’t slip off under krissi’s writhing body.

Easily done.

When the caterers were finished and gone, krissi rigged the rack. I’d not seen it set up before and watched. Interesting; quite a bit to it. Like a piece of farm equipment there are places on the stanchions – I’d call it a winch that raises and lowers the top cable and sliding surfaces – that require grease. Surprisingly, he brought out a large tarpaulin and a half sheet of thick plywood. He folded the tarp into a large square (appr 10’ x 10’) and placed it and the plywood in the grass, in the middle of the span, beneath the lower cable. I’d have thought she’d have him simply standing in the grass. It became apparent later but, at the moment, I didn’t understand.

Rita, Jeannie, Mollie, and Charise all called to ask if they could bring a friend. Meghan spoke with them. I guess she trusted their judgment. I wasn’t sure about this …. Meghan was definitely getting into the spirit and I hoped it didn’t cloud her judgment. … There were plenty of chairs, and more than enough food and drinks.

The boys arrived right on time in the afternoon, straight from their offices, got naked, and went to the back. The two Lady caterers and Madeline were there so the boys dropped to their knees and greeted them. I had them stand and bend over to check that they were still plugged (our boys wear butt plugs most days, all day at work. Their assholes are always in training. No vibrating one had any charge left (2 good boys!). This was fun (properly humiliating for them) because the girls were beside us when I inspected!). I reminded the girls that boys’ drinks were to be iced from the pice cooler. They giggled. Madeline took the opportunity to show the caterers her handiwork (she waxes Patrick and Tony) and the girls all examined their cocks. Patrick is now wearing a weighted steel ball-stretcher. The girls hadn’t seen one in use before and had some fun swinging it around.

The boys remained on their knees throughout except when called to help.

Ladies began arriving almost immediately thereafter (we’d arranged to meet at a couple of our places then carpool to Meghan’s, so her driveway wouldn’t look like a “party” was underway).

There was a table behind the rack, at the far end of the lawn, a smaller one to its left. To the right was my medical table and another (spare). I had Mollie arrange punishment tools on the table behind, erection rings, elastic ball stretchers of differing lengths, Rita’s inflatable dildo, fishbowls full of clothespins, a coil of jute roping, a tile knife and scissors, a large ball gag, Jeannie’s wolf penis dildo with a full bottle of lube and her harness, and krissi’s pice’d water bottle, on the left.

I went inside to meet Meghan and krissi in the living room. We put on ankle and wrist cuffs with carabiners, a collar, the butterfly gag I’d brought, a leather blindfold, and clothespins on both nipples and the cockhead.

Meghan went out to greet everyone right at 4 PM. I stayed with krissi in the living room. Before she went out, she ordered him hard. When she returned, he was 90 % erect. (It’s always fun to watch the boys grow hard. They do it so responsively, without touching or further encouragement, like the well-trained service slaves they are).

We leashed him. I opened the french doors and she led him out. I followed, signaling Patrick and Tony to the rack.

Meghan coached him down the steps (5 steps at the end of the back porch). He was fully erect before we got to the lawn. The path took him through the seats – like a slave being led to public beating. Everyone got a close-up view of his body.

Meghan was grim-faced.

Patrick and Tony attached the carabiners to D rings in the two cables. Meghan stopped them at once to say the ankles weren’t spread enough; to put them as far apart as they would go so his crotch could be better whipped. Then they erected the rack. Meghan had them stop when krissi was still flat-footed. Then she had both big toes tied to the lower cable with jute. I watched closely so they didn’t get it too tight. Once done, she had them continue raising the upper cable until he was on tippy toes.

Everyone present watched intently. Ladies whispered among one another.

The weather was spectacular: a crystal late afternoon in spring. Lush lawn freshly mowed. A tulip magnolia in first bloom. Hydrangeas just budding out. Lovely.

It starts

Once krissi was positioned, Meghan walked to him, erection rings in hand, put them on his rock-hardness, pinched the cockhead, pausing just long enough to be sure she left the marks she wanted, then slapped both his nipples and the cock, hard, making it swing side-to-side, bouncing off his abdomen (always amusing to see this) and scattering 2 of the 4 clothespins. One remained on a nipple and cockhead. She turned to us, asked if there was anyone who preferred to not participate. No one, including Rita’s, Jeannie’s, Mollie’s, and Charise’s friends, raised a hand.

“Good,” She said. “Ladies please come up, as many as can, and slap him. Slap his whole body, every part. Make him cherry red. … take turns so everyone gets a chance to play. Enjoy yourselves!”

No one ran to be first, but they wasted no time. All were excited. They circulated around slapping him like he was an old rug. The remaining clothespins were dislodged in short order. It was neat to see the girls bend and slap the inner thighs, easily accessed because he was spread so wide. And of course no one missed the opportunity to bounce his balls. Or make his butt jiggle.

The girls were having fun, smiling and chatting about the task at hand.

Meghan circulated, examining all, grim-faced.

It was warm out. After about 15 minutes the Ladies were working up sweats, so they slowed. krissi wasn’t yet the color Meghan wanted but judged it time to move on.

“Ok, Ladies; that’ll do. Please take your seats. Mollie, Jeannie, and Rita, if you’re willing, please take a whip from the table.” She pointed to the one behind the rack.

In an instant they did.

As they did, Meghan began unbuttoning her blouse. Everyone watched. She removed it, tossed to the ground. No bra, of course. Dommes in our group wear them only occasionally.

Looking at Rita, Jeannie, and Mollie, “Ladies, take them off.”

It was warm, they did so, happily. I removed mine too.

Amanda was in a chair as close to krissi as she could get. She stood and shed her blouse too. The order wasn’t intended for her because she’s not a member of our group. But she didn’t waste a moment showing that she was all-in. She didn’t have the message about underwear because she’s not part of our group (yet). But not missing a beat, she tossed her bra into her chair.

Wow … I thought about my tits at 30 years old. First any of us had seen of Amanda’s.

She is thin but not skinny – a really nice figure. Long auburn hair streaming down her back. Complexion: pale, opalesque. Nipples like Jeannie’s: thimbles. Looking at her, krissi should have no problem keeping that cock up. But he couldn’t see … blindfolded.

Amanda’s seemingly quiet nature contrasted sharply with the daring-do we’ve seen when around us.

I suggested to Meghan that we remove his blindfold. She agreed and told me to replace the butterfly gag with the large ball on the table. I took Amanda’s hand – to step up with me.

Now I understood her reason for a butterfly gag: to keep Ladies from slapping his face in the possibly carried-away frenzy that the warmup might have become. He’s had facial injuries and surgery (former jock) and she made sure nothing happened which would have ruined our party.

I replaced the gag first. He’s got a large mouth (all of us know too well!!). No problem with the gag. Then off came the blindfold. First things he saw were our boobs. He’d seen mine many times but not Amanda’s … and I’d wager not a 30-year-old woman’s in a very long time.

Meghan spoke, “Amanda, I appreciate your willingness to help. If you’re willing, I have an assignment: monitor and maintain his cock. Keep it hard.

She lost her poker face and smiled broadly.

“If you think it is relaxing, stop the punishment and step in to get it hard again, in whatever fashion you choose. The rings should prevent this but, just in case. Now, over there on that table (she pointed to my medical table) are boxes of Eroxon. I’m sure you’ve never had need and are unfamiliar; it’s to help keep it hard. Each tube has a dollup of gel in it. Spread this across the cockhead and down the shaft as far as it goes. So, you know, it evaporates quickly and has no leftover taste. Now, one other assignment: the cock rings can stay on for only 30 minutes at a time. Janice has a lab timer over there (again pointing to my table, (where the timer was now at 5 minutes) … Janice, show her now how to operate it.”

Amanda went with me to the table. We reset it to 32 minutes (extra time to cover the time needed for her to invigorate blood flow in the cock, coming in just a moment). This took little time, and we moved back to krissi.

Meghan continued, “now, see? The rings are really one piece – 3 rings attached to each other. They stretch easily. Easier to install the smaller one on the cockshaft first, then the medium on his balls, then last, the larger one, around the base. You take them off in the opposite order. Go ahead, take them off.”

“Now, to make sure circulation is restored, message the whole thing – cock and balls – vigorously. Squeeze them. Work them between both hands. Then stroke it. Quickly. Rub the gel on the head. Now, slap it around some. Go ahead.”

“Ok; that’s good. You can hit it harder than that next time.”

“Now, put the rings back on.”

“Good. Over there are two long paint stir sticks that krissi has made into little paddles. They have wrist straps. One has holes in it. Whenever we rotate (she pointed to her bare-breasted assistant Dommes) and there’s a brief pause in lashing, step up and paddle his cock and balls. Choose whichever one you want or use them both. You might try two-handed. When we’re in our new spots quickly get out of the way so we can resume. Ok?”

Amanda replied, “Absolutely, Meghan. Thank you. I think I can do it. This is exciting!”

Amanda stepped back.

“Ladies: 5 lashes then rotate” and Meghan immediately lashed him across the upper chest, across the pectorals, not terribly hard, just hard enough to straighten the whip. The 3 girls followed suit, each on his body in her quadrant.

A minute later: rotate. Amanda quickly stepped up and paddled the penis with multiple quick blows with a stir-stick. The organ bounced up and down.

“Amanda, how many times did you hit him?” I asked.

“No, Janice, we’ll not count Amanda’s, only those from us 4. She’s to get in whatever she can.”

After just a single rotation, it looked like it was going to work: Amanda got in quickly, laid in some licks, and then was out of the way when the whipping Ladies took stances to continue.

5 lashes x 4 girls = 20 lashes

In position 2, Meghan continued to strike moderately, and the girls followed suit.

Then the whole thing repeated, rotating through positions and Amanda paddling the penis. In position 3, Meghan struck him harder. Everyone followed suit. In position 4, harder still.

krissi was stoic, but his fingers gripped the cable on-and-off and his muscles often tensed, then relaxed, causing him to twitch ever so slightly.

Everyone returned to their original positions, Meghan asked “would anyone out there like to replace one of the girls?”

Numbers of hands went up. Meghan chose Charise and Terri, to replace Mollie and herself; and we went thru another cycle of 4 rotations.

An important change in this cycle: Meghan took herself out of the rotation to point out specific targets she wanted the others to lash. Targets were hit five times in succession, layering welts on top of one another.

Meghan handed her whip to Charise and picked up a cane, with which she pointed out targets for each girl. She also continued to raise the intensity. “Harder now, Ladies!”

Charise is right-handed. She took the spot Meghan vacated at krissi’s right, in front. Meghan pointed the cane at the top of his penis. Bruising was about to be taken to another level. Afterwards she told me that she whispered to Charise to use her best judgement. Charise’s blows to the penis were much milder than those the others laid on his body but still bruised it tip to base.

For rotation 2, the target Meghan gave the girls in posterior quadrants was his anus. It was protected by the cheeks of course but she instructed Terri and Rita to not just hit his butt across-wise but also along the cleft, to try to force the whip between the cheeks, alternating a couple between the legs to the perineum and balls.

For her part, Amanda started using both paddles, hitting the cock on each side, swinging it side-to-side with each blow. She was getting it to the color we all wanted: flushed past red and beginning to show slight bruising. It wasn’t 30 minutes since the rings had been removed but between rotations 2 ad 3, and then again between 3 and 4, she stepped in to take the cock in hand. I watched krissi’s face for reaction. He remained stoic. Seeing this, Meghan instructed: “pinch the glans. Use your nails. Leave a mark,” then stepped out to get a better look. Krissi flinched slightly.

I used these opportunities to stop things – at a rotation – for a moment so I could run hands over his body, feel the welting, layered 5-deep where Meghan had had lashes targeted. A few, on the upper inner thighs, were discolored more than most – where Rita and Terri had been working to to bury the tails of their whips between his cheeks.

“He’s softening, Amanda. Take him in your mouth.” Amanda was clearly not prepared for this and just looked at Meghan. “Ok, I’ll do it” moving toward his front. “No, I will” Amanda said, and she did … quite a bit of it. I’d say, she’d just taken into her mouth the first dick other than her husband’s.

Well, it did the trick. And a threshold crossed for Amanda too.

“His balls are being ignored. You must paddle them too. Get that black rubber ring there, the thick one.” She pointed to the ball stretchers. “No, the one next to it, the taller one.”

Amanda had a smirk on her face, “Goodness, he’s a little sweet.” … The erection rings really helped reduce semen drippage but there was still some. Amanda remarked about his taste. We all know it. He is somewhat sweet.

Back to stretching his balls: “I know you’ve not ever used one of these … Use both hands, two fingers, stretch it over the ball sac. Below the cock ring … atretch the balls to the end of the sac. Stretch it taught. Yes, that’s it. Now adjust so folds are spaced evenly … yes, good. See how it collects and presents the balls? Easier to paddle.

Amanda is a quick study and needed no further instruction. With a paddle in each hand, she crouched and hit krissi’s balls repeatedly, in machine-gun fashion, alternating paddles (and balls).

Then she quickly got out of the way … “That’s much better, Amanda,” said Meghan, offering the first smile I’d seen on her face all afternoon.

The girls were showing reasonable skill in “fully texturing” their targets. Krissi’s balls began to show some bruising. His breathing was perhaps a little more staccato but he didn’t flinch appreciably, presenting his little punching bags to Amanda like a good boy.

80 lashes in the first cycle. 80 in the second.

“Ok” exclaimed Meghan, speaking to the audience, come up again … you’re going to attach the clothespins – that are in those fishbowls there – all over his body. I want 100% coverage of the cock, balls, perineum, and cleft … please, get started.

There were actually two large fishbowls totally full of pins. Rita stepped around to get one, for the back quadrants. Mollie was quick to the other, to start on the cock.

Everyone converged, finding a spot to kneel, sit, or stand, examining krissi’s welted and discolored body, and began attaching the pins, competing to get access, something of a feeding frenzy to take onelittle bite of his flesh after the other.

The pins Mollie brought are small ones. I had been told that she provided them for making zippers Super Bowl Sunday and they were a great hit. Small in length and width so many more can be attached but with springs just as stiff as normal clothespins, so they clamp with the same force on a smaller area. Perfect!!

Amanda and Katie took positions to focus on cock and balls, flanked by Rita’s friend Kay and Mollie’s friend, Mel. Katie had participated Super Bowl Sunday and knew how to maximize the density of pins on krissi’s body. Rita was immediately behind, attaching pins to the back side of the ball sac, perineum, inner thighs, as many as could be gotten to stay in place around the anus and cleft, and then across the cheeks.

But the timer would alarm right in the middle of all this so Meghan had it reset before the girls got started. This time, she removed the rings and messaged the cock herself, examining it closely. krissi recoiled ever so slightly under her firm grip. It was clearly becoming sore … And we were not done either.

Give him credit: another dollup of Eroxon, a few strokes from Meghan, and hard again. Rings and the ball stretcher back on.

“Ladies, when you’re done, please grab some Hors d’Oeuvres, get a drink, and take your seats. This next part is real fun.” krissi’s expression confirmed what she said.

Not quite 20 minutes later his body was covered with nearly 400 clothespins. Pinched perfectly.

Meghan moved to her husband’s front and instructed, always deadpan, “shake it.”

Everyone watched. This was truly erotic theater. His body was in traction but he could still move hips enough to make the clothespins clatter. Very entertaining for the Ladies, excruciating for him.

A few pins fell off.

“I didn’t say stop. Keep shaking it.” Then, turning to her guests, “What do you think, Ladies?” There were big grins and some scattered applause. Krissi shook his junk for a minute or two.

“Now, Dommes, remove those pins … with your whips. Get started. The quicker, the better. Rotate as needed. Keep track of how many lashes you use and report it to Janice.

Now I understood why the tarpaulin. The pins flew everywhere. The tarp collected most, for future use (and I can assure there will times this summer … a lot of fun!), so they’d not be vacuumed up and thrown by a lawn mower, nor stepped on later by barefoot guests.

This went quickly. Most came off within 3 minutes. Some were dug in and took repeated direct strikes. In just more than 5 minutes, all were off. Was particularly entertaining to watch the girls in back work their whips between his legs and down the cleft of his butt.

Marks left behind in krissi’s flesh were visible from the seats.

Amanda tended the cock and its rings. Several of us (certainly including me) gathered to look at the penis. The welts left by Charise’s whip were engorged; and there were countless parallel pinch marks from the clothespins. Krissi closed his eyes and took multiple deep breaths as she messaged and stroked it. Then it was again in her mouth; this time she sucked on it a little … guess she likes his taste. Then another tube of Eroxon.

Fully erect. Rings back on. krissi’s cock is a soldier.

“Janice, what’s the count?”

“263.”

“Over 100 lashes to remove the pins?”

“Yes.”

“…mmmmm …”

Meghan was thinking. Agenda too aggressive. Not enough time to get done. krissi no longer taking it easily, no longer nonchalant. Running out of daylight.

“Ok, need replacements for Rita, Terri and Charise.”

Hands went up.

“Katie, Mel, Kay … I’ll rejoin. Ladies … oh, and yes, if you want to hit him, you need to show us all your boobs.”

Off came blouses and bras.

“For this cycle we will use belts. Should come naturally to you. No special instruction needed. Same program: target the quadrant which presents to you. And follow my lead on how hard. 5 lashes, then rotate.”

Then she went around and whispered in their ears: “no blow to the penis this time.”

Meghan led, across his upper chest, just as she’d started with the whip. And again, and again, across the nipples. The last 2 she put across the lower abdomen and right hip; harder than the first 3.

The other ladies followed suit. At rotation Meghan walked around him to look and feel his body. She was thinking.

Amanda slapped and paddled cock and balls.

“Rita, show Amanda how to stick that buttplug of your’s up his ass.”

Rita came forward. Amanda went, alongside. Ladies seated on the lawn smiled and gestured. Everyone was enjoying the show.

Meghan made eye contact with Rita and mouthed “plenty.” Non-verbal communication regarding whether he was to be lubed. At the ass-worship it was with spit. Challenged for time this time it’d be the lube we otherwise prefer.

Amanda spread krissi’s cheeks as Rita instructed, then listened as Rita lubricated him and explained how this is correctly done, working it into him. krissi’s asshole is well conditioned, so this didn’t take long. Amanda had to be surprised at how easily the sizable plug disappeared inside.

“How many pumps, Meghan?”

“Where did we start Sunday?”

“I think it was 6. Maybe 8.”

“OK. Eight.”

Rita had Amanda pump it.

On Sunday (at ass-worship) krissi’d squirmed a bit as the plug was initially inflated. This time he didn’t.

As Rita detached the inflation tube, Amanda asked, “what is this?” referring to the charging connection on the plug’s base.

As they stood to return to seats, Rita explained, “It’s got a motor inside which vibrates. And a battery to run it. The battery must be charged. I did this beforehand.”

They walked to the little table where Rita picked up the little remote. “Th’s is the control. Just like a TV remote. You set vibrating pattern and strength. Whatever you you want … This can be so much fun. Think of putting it in Zach, and then making it vibrate while he’s out front speaking with someone, or while you’re shopping together.” They both smiled at each other.

The Rita continued: “this is all because we are stretching and strengthening all the boys’ assholes and rectums. We call, them “man-pussies”. Amanda grinned broadly. “We hope to get our fists inside before New Years.”

Amanda was for sure outside her realm, and excited about it, but this little revelation left her slack jawed. Rita realized she’d perhaps said too much and followed up with “it is amazing how one can stretch a butthole yet it continues to function just as it always has. No incontinence.”

Amanda may have not been reassured.

Meghan, looking at krissi, “You’d better not expel that thing.”

“Rita, give Amanda the pump. Amanda, I’d like 2 more pumps at every rotation. … Ladies, this time 4 lashes per rotation. “Rita, power it up! Pick a pattern. Medium intensity.”

And then she hit him again.

Amanda fumbled a little to attach the tube at first rotation, when Meghan told her to flip the vibrator on. Meghan had to help; and turned it up. We all thought we could actually hear it. Thereafter, things went smoothly. Krissi began to squirm at the beginning of the next cycle: 14 total pumps.

I thought Meghan knew he was getting to the end and was now truncating the agenda for this reason, albeit also true we were soon to run out of daylight.

Sure enough, at the end of the first cycle, Meghan signaled to me: call the boys. She wanted to take him down. He wasn’t moaning but was a bit bleary-eyed, panting a little, sweating a lot and drooling visibly past the gag, clutching the top cable with each blow, and curling his feet.

327 lashes, not counting preparatory slaps or Amanda’s paddling of the cock and balls, and just now moving to the sawhorse.

[Afterwards she told me the plywood beneath the lower cable had been to deflect canes swing wildly onto the soles of his feet – the reason his toes had been restrained.]

Jeff and Tony moved the sawhorse to just behind the rack – so Ladies swinging whips, belts or canes, wouldn’t get hung up in the top cable – then lowered the rack just enough to release krissi from traction, unclipped his wrists, then the ankles. He’d been supporting weight on widely spread legs for almost 2 hours, so he moved uncertainly to the sawhorse. The boys clipped him onto it quickly. All guests gathered closely around.

“What time is it, Janice?”

“5:50”

“Amanda, remove everything from the dick.”

Meghan had them slide him forward a bit – to bring the cock and balls firmly up against the plywood brace Jeff had built to stiffen the horse’s legs. Fitted at the legs’ apex on each end, it formed a perfect backstop for male genitals to better hold them in place for CBT which, going forward, Amanda would focus on the underside of the shaft. In the end, though, this didn’t happen.

“Ok, Ladies, continue. No need for rotations anymore; just whip him. After 5 lashes stop so Janice can examine. Mollie, Jeannie, come here. Grab a cane.”

She walked to krissi’s feet and pushed them with her’s, so they were soles up.

“Cane his soles, 20 each. Then cane his ass 15 times each.”

In 10 minutes, lashes and caning were done. I examined him. There were no open wounds, even though the top of the penis and his ass were close. A lot of bruising. He was thoroughly cross-hatched with welts from whipping. Bothersome to me was that he seemed to be slipping toward mild delirium – sub space, I’m told it’s called. – not babbling, instead quiet, still sweating profusely, shivering a little. 422 total lashes in a little more than 2 hours.

“Let’s see if that plug will come out without being deflated.” Meghan attached the tube and grabbed the plug, tugged at it, then pulled. krissi squirmed. “Ok, Amanda, deflate it a little, then grab it here and pull. We’ll repeat, till it comes out.

Amanda did as she was told. “Pull firmly!” Meghan commanded.

Krissi whimpered audibly past the gag.

Jeannie, clever and perceptive, decided that she knew how to quickly determine krissi’s state of mind. She grabbed a little stool – a child’s sink stool – from the caterer’s table, positioned it beneath krissi’s head at the forward end of the horse, stepped up, unbuckled the gag, raised her skirt, grabbed a handful of hair to raise his face and then stuffed it into her pussy. He began to lick her. She looked at Meghan, smiling slightly, “He’s still with us!”

Everyone smiled. I was relieved.

Just then the plug popped out, expanding on exit to about 4” diameter. On seeing this, several girls gave up their “Oh mys” and covered their mouths.

“Jeannie, you clever thing, strap on that wolf’s penis. Ladies, the stool’s open. Please step up.”

The girls put down the belts and a line formed. One by one krissi licked them. Mollie was 3^rd in line. She wouldn’t accept cunnilingus alone and instead insist on a good rimming too.

I saw this coming, impromptu but predictable. No Listerine was available to flush his mouth, so I got the next best thing: the water bottle filled with now almost completely melted pice. Good enough.

Mel followed her friend. None of us knew her preferences but she saw an opportunity and took the full lap: pussy then butt. The scene was so erotic that she was very close when her turn was up.

As Mel turned to spread her cheeks, Jeannie was ready. She and Meghan lubed the asshole thoroughly. Jeannie worked the wolf penis in firmly and quickly, then began thrusting. The sawhorse rocked.

Amanda again looked almost aghast, standing right there beside it, watching the animal cock, in and out. Jeannie told her to hold on just a moment, that he’d be squirming and whimpering soon.

Meghan immediately cautioned krissi: ‘stay focused on that asshole, on your obligation, never mind your ass. … Amanda, get in line with the others. Enjoy!

Lo and behold, she did – pussy and anus. A couple more firsts for Amanda. When his tongue first touched her ass, I thought she might faint.

I must say that krissi’s toughness and endurance is remarkable.

Jeannie fucked him for another 10 minutes, or so, while the line at his face finished, which took almost a half hour start to finish. By then it was evening twilight.

As warm as it’d been, girls who’d actively participated certainly provided krissi richly flavored bottoms at the end. I think, for him, it was just the treat he’d have asked for, and fitting for a punishment well endured. I was and am very impressed. Our other Dommes and I have work to do with ours’. At a glance I could see the 3 who’d watched this anticipated what would be coming.

When the last of the caterers put her shorts back on, Meghan signaled to me to get krissi into the house, into the shower, and ready for bed. She then circulated among the guests, thanking them for coming, including Madeline and the caterers.

The boys were told to clean up, get all the various implements segregated ready to put away, fold up the tarp and lean the plywood up against the back porch for krissi to stow later. Jeannie took care of her (awesome) dildo and Rita her plug.
I was with krissi for about an hour afterwards. Meghan came in about 20 minutes after us, just after he’d stepped from the shower, and hugged him, said she was proud; that he couldn’t yet appreciate how good he’d been this evening, that after the doctor in the morning she had a treat planned. She said she was sure he’d not lose track of his wallet again. She smiled. He just gazed at her.
That was it. Finished.

P. S. I now know the treat Meghan planned. She’d already thought about taking him – the next day – with her for a long overdue, oft rescheduled, trip to see one of her college roommates for April Fool’s Day. This week she told me that while the penis was certainly out of commission, which a doctor confirmed the next morning, his holes weren’t, and he’d showed that his spirit was strong, so why not use the trip to treat all his holes?

Penis out of commission. What could this mean? Why, her bull, of course!
My, my … Meghan … porch for krissi to stow later. Jeannie took care of her (awesome) dildo and Rita her plug.