Shame on You, Mr. Hyde – 07 · Part 2

Shame on You, Mr. Hyde – 07 · Part 2 (2/2)
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I do so love watching your ass move when you crawl." Beverly laughed and slowly walked behind him. "My, but your ass looks quite rosy this evening. Did Mrs. Peterson do that to you today?" "No, Mistress Beverly" Tommy replied. "Louise did it while Mrs. Peterson was out of the office." "Well! That surprises me. She seemed so quiet and cool when I was there. Did Carol and Marie see you `get it' from Louise?" "Yes, Mistress Beverly." "Excellent! Did they enjoy seeing you get spanked in the office?" Beverly continued, tauntingly. "I-I don't know, Mistress Beverly." Tommy stuttered. "Well then perhaps I should call them and ask them, what do you think?" "Oh, NO Mistress Beverly!" Tommy begged.

"They enjoyed it FINE!" "Well, that's good to hear" replied Beverly. As they entered the bedroom Karen was already getting dressed. Beverly handed Tommy a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt. "Put these on Tommy, we wouldn't want the neighbors to get the wrong impression during our walk, would we?" "No, Mistress Beverly" Tommy accepted the clothes and began pulling them on while Beverly got dressed in her own jeans and pullover shirt. Beverly looked terrific in her tight designer jeans and Tommy couldn't help looking at her when she turned around. "Are you looking at my ass, Tommy?" Beverly asked. "What a nice compliment. I'm glad you enjoy it.

We certainly enjoy yours." Karen chuckled at this and rubbed her hands along her own ass to tease Tommy a little more. When they were finished Beverly and Karen grabbed their shoulder bags and each took one of Tommy's arms. "We're going to walk down the street to Karen's car, Tommy." As they left the house Tommy was embarrassed to see that, since he didn't have any underwear on, his enormous hardon was plainly visible pushing the front of his sweatpants out in a pronounced bulge. The women noticed him trying to cover himself and held his hands tightly to prevent this. They passed by Mrs. Whitford's porch and Beverly waved and yelled "Hello Mrs. Whitford!" Mrs. Whitford smiled and waved back.

She didn't know where they were going but instinctively felt that wherever it was, it wasn't going to be good for Tom Hyde, and this pleased her. They passed Laurie and Marcie Lyons. The two girls were headed back from the store with a couple of bags of groceries. They lived a few houses down from Tom. Did they pass by his house on the way to the store while he was lying there with the door open? Could they have seen him? Tommy was in agony. The two sisters smiled as they passed him and he noticed they both couldn't help but look at the huge bulge in his sweatpants. After they passed he heard some muffled giggling and unintelligible whispers.

They finally came to a late model Buick parked by the curb. Karen unlocked the passenger side then opened the door and reached in to tilt the seat forward. "Climb in" she said to Tommy. Beverly then pushed the seat back and got in the front while Karen went around to the driver's side. As she started up the car Beverly leaned back over the seat and said to Tommy, "I want you to lower your sweatpants down to your ankles, then kneel on the seat with your butt up and your face flat against the seat. If I catch you touching yourself, even a little, we'll pull over and make you a very sorry little boy." Tommy did as he was told. His cock was still hard and sprang out when he lowered his pants.

It was a little awkward on the back seat but he managed to achieve the required position, to Beverly's satisfaction. Karen drove on while Beverly draped one arm over the back of the seat and fondled Tommy's still red ass. After about ten or fifteen minutes of driving, Karen pulled off to the side of the road. There was nothing there except a field of tall grass and some woods beyond. Beverly got out of the car and, grabbing Tommy's hips, helped him to back out onto the grass. She told him to kick his sneakers off and then took his sweats off from around his ankles. She rolled them up and threw them into the back seat. Tommy now had nothing on except his black tee shirt.

His red ass stood out even more below the bottom edge of the tee shirt as he waited there on his hands and knees. Beverly grabbed hold of his tee-shirt and quicly tugged it over his head and arms and pulled it completely off. It joined his sweatpants and sneakers in the back seat. Now he was stripped naked on the side of the road. Beverly then told the bare assed boy to crawl ahead of them into the field. She and Karen followed leisurely behind, watching him disappear into the tall grass. When they got to the far end of the field Karen gave Tommy a little goose with the toe of her shoe and told him to keep on going, into the woods.

Tommy picked his way carefully over branches and shrubs for about a hundred yards before they came to a little clearing. There was a small pond another hundred feet beyond. Beverly and Karen both seemed to like the looks of the place, so they ordered Tommy to stop. "I think this will do just fine, what do you think Karen?" "Oh, I think it's perfect" answered Karen. "Tommy dear, see this fallen tree trunk here? I want you to crawl over it and straddle it… yes, just like that. Make sure you keep your ass up. Now hold it just like that." Karen walked around to where Tommy could see her. She slowly unzipped her jeans then pushed them down and stepped out of them.

She then took off her blouse and unclipped her bra. Teasingly she rubbed her tits together then took the bra off completely. When she finally removed her white panties, Karen stood completely nude in front of the shivering Tommy. "You like what you see?" she taunted as she shimmied a little in front of him, then crouched down and rubbed her hard nipples against his lips. Karen then got up and began walking towards the pond, looking on the ground. Finally she found what she was looking for. A small whippy branch about three feet long. She brought it back and then crouched down in front of Tommy again.

She slowly began stripping the smaller branches and leaves off of it as she stared at Tommy the whole while. She licked her lips sensuously then smiled and said. "Do you know what I'm going to do with this, Tommy?" Tommy shook his head `No'. Karen giggled and said, "You were a very bad boy, Tommy! You hurt my feelings. Because I wasn't able to make you cum when Beverly was teasing you, you made me lose $20. That's a lot of money. I'm gonna make you wish you'd cum for me. First I'm going to whip your ass with this switch here. Then I'm gonna fix it so you'll be begging me to let you cum. You'll be begging ANYONE to let you cum! With those last ominous words she finished stripping the switch.

She tested it by swishing it in her palm a few times before Tommy's eyes. "Ow!" she exclaimed "I guess this will do just fine!". She then got up and once again turned around and bent over from the waist. She put her hands on the ground and peered back at Tommy between the arch of her legs. She stuck her tongue out at him then said "I just wanted you to see who's gonna be whipping your ass." Beverly just sat on another log watching the whole scene with interest. Tommy's hips started bucking again and the underside of his hardon was barely brushing against the bark of the log he was straddling. Karen straightened up then walked to Tommy's left.

She let the switch slowly trace a path along Tommy's back, down and around the globes of his asscheeks, then finally she brushed the tip down the crack and watched him jump a little. "You cost me $20, so I'm going to give you twenty whacks. Get ready…."… PHHHHSSSS K-RACK!… The switch cut through the air and Tommy jumped and almost got up. "Don't you DARE move, or I'll tie you down and give you two HUNDRED whacks! Now, count each one aloud and say 'Thank you, Mistress Karen', or they won't count." Tommy's ass was on fire! It felt like he'd been burnt.

The thought of nineteen more of those was almost more than he could take, but the horror of being tied down and getting two hundred of them scared him to tears. "One… thank you, Mistress Karen", Tommy managed to choke out. Beverly smiled at Karen and said "You're very good at this. I'm impressed." "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet!" Karen beamed, and continued whipping Tommy's ass with the switch. She was clearly enjoying her task immensely. By the time she reached twenty, tears were streaming down Tommy's face. She hadn't broken any skin but there were nasty looking ridges on his ass each place the switch had struck him. Interestingly enough, his dick was still hard.

Beverly and Karen helped Tommy to back away from the fallen tree. They led him a few paces away to a smooth, somewhat sandy patch of ground. Karen said "Stop crying so much! That was just to warm you up" and she cupped her hand over Tommy's blazing ass to confirm that he was indeed warmed up. "Now comes the REAL fun!" With that she opened her bag and took out some pieces of rope. She also took out a couple of iron stakes and a small hammer. This woman came prepared! Tommy was still on his hands and knees and she pushed him down so that his face was on the ground, his cheek resting on the cool soil.

Both women then took his arms and pulled them underneath him, between his legs, and tied his right wrist to his right ankle and his left wrist to his left ankle. This left him bottom upwards, his knees spread and his ass wide open. Each of his ass cheeks was a round globe. The crack of his ass was no longer a crack but spread wide open. His anus was like a little round 'O', spread open like that. Licking their lips they dragged him back about a foot and took great care to position him. If he could have seen where they were placing him he would have really flipped! About an inch below his asshole was the top of a good sized ant hill.

Karen then took the two iron stakes and fastened one through each of the ropes that held his wrists and ankles. With the hammer she pounded them both deep into the hard ground. This left Tommy permanently anchored in that position, wide open, his vulnerable asshole like a hungry little mouth directly over the ant hill! Karen seemed pleased with the results but Beverly wasn't quite done yet. From her own bag she took out a small jar of honey. She scooped out a nice dollop of it with her index finger and smeared it right on, and then into, Tommy's open anus!

She took a little more and ran a small bead along the underside of his stiff penis, put a drop on the underside of each testicle, then sat back in satisfaction to observe their handiwork. Tommy finally realized what was going on and he began to panic. He strained against his bonds but couldn't even come close to budging from his position. Beverly and Karen then sat back on the fallen log that Tommy had so recently straddled, and prepared to wait for the fun to start… Within minutes the first ants began climbing onto Tommy's calves and, drawn by the scent of the honey, began moving towards his ass. "Don't worry, darling. They're not stinging fire ants or anything like that.

Just your normal everyday ants. We thought they might tickle your fancy". With that, both women began giggling at the pun. By this time the first ants had reached Tommy's asshole and begun probing the nectar they found there. As expected, the tickling motion of these insects began to have their effect on Tommy. He tried waggling his hips to ease the tickling sensation but he was bound helplessly open to their invasion. The first explorers returned to the hill but then scores of others began following the trail they had left back to the honeyspot. Within a few minutes their tiny feet and feelers had poor Tommy begging for release.

He managed to buck his hips a tiny bit but it turned out to be just enough for his open anus to graze the top of the hill, knocking the tip of it off. This brought out dozens more and soon Tommy was wailing as his rump was covered by hundreds of the maddening little creatures. Several of them were on each testicle, licking away at the spot of honey deposited on them. Still others had followed the trail along the underside of his erect cock and were congregating just under the head of his penis. But, by far, the greatest concentration had collected around his trembling asshole. A few had ventured inside a bit and were scraping the honey off the walls with their tiny mandibles.

The sensation was indescribable torment. While the hundreds of tiny probing feet stimulated his nerve endings to nearly the point of orgasm, the randomness of their movement, coupled with their incredibly light touch, kept him from going over the edge! He was, in effect, held prisoner, on the hairy edge of orgasm, without relief, for as long as the tiny torturers remained. These women knew their anatomy well and they watched breathlessly as the poor boy, tied so helplessly exposed, was held RIGHT ON THE EDGE by these maddening little creatures. "Ohhhhh! Help! I'm sooooooo close. Please! let me cum…. unnnghhh…" Tommy was blubbering. Beverly and Karen were fascinated.

They tried imagining the sheer torment that Tommy was feeling and the thought made them squeeze their thighs together. It was beyond their imagination. Ten minutes of this should be unendurable, but Tommy was tied! He HAD to endure it! An hour of this was completely unthinkable. To be held at the edge of orgasm by these mindless terrors for a whole hour, it was…. unthinkable! Nodding at each other the two women finally got up. Karen put her shirt and slacks on as Beverly walked over to where Tommy was trying to squirm. She patted his red ass, careful not to disturb any of the busy ants and said "We've got to go now, Tommy. It's getting late and soon the mosquitoes will be out.

We'll leave you with your new found friends. I'm sure they'll be happy to keep you company tonight. We'll be back to get you in the morning. Keep a stiff upper-lip!" "Goodnight, Tommy!" Karen added as the two women began walking back towards the field, and the car. As they walked they heard Tommy's plaintive cries "Help! P-L-E-A-S-E, don't leave me like this. Please let me cum! Mistress Beverly! Mistress Karen! Pleeeaaase! ANYBODY! Please, I can't stand this. Let me cum….." His sobs and pleas grew dimmer as the two women crossed the field. "I suspect this is a night he'll never forget" said Beverly.

Karen put her arm around Beverly's shoulder and said "Thanks Bev, I can't remember ever having such a good time on a blind date!"

Shame on You, Mr. Hyde – 07 · Part 2 (2/2)
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