Message-ID: <21666asstr$944417400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Part Twenty-Two X-Original-Message-ID: <384a6b54.87703167@news.telenet.pt> X-Original-Path: 195.23.214.23 Lines: 209 Date: Sun, 5 Dec 1999 13:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, newsman Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. Copyright: Victor Bruno. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Twenty-Two Frank Lander stood before a sink in the kitchen, up to his elbows in suds. He was washing Hettie's 'smalls' ..... scores of pairs of knickers, brassieres, slips, nighties. Delicate, lacy, frilly garments. It was hard to relate them to the vicious woman who wore them. Frank felt the humiliation of his task. And Hettie had emphasised it as "woman's work" by making him wear a pair of knickers. However, they were not of the brief, sexy kind which Hettie favoured, but a voluminous pair, pink and elasticated, of the kind worn by Victorian matrons! How Hettie had laughed at the sight of him! Oh yes, it was very, very funny .... All the time the clock on the wall ticked nearer to twelve .... and something like panic gripped Frank when he saw there was only an hour and a half to go. Could she really mean it? Could she be so sadistically cruel? No .... surely not. She was trying to scare him. Cane him, she would, but not to that extent. It was barbaric. The washing finished, rinsed and rung, was put in an automatic dryer. "I hope I don't find any fault with your work," said Hettie when she returned to the kitchen. "Now put up the ironing-board, dearie." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, if only you could see yourself!" Frank felt himself colouring with embarrassment and fury. What an exquisite joy it would have been to wring this woman's neck! The ironing board went up, the iron was switched on, and a basketful of pretty undies was dumped on the kitchen table. "If you scorch anything, I'll scorch you," said Hettie, pushing the hot iron near to Frank's flesh. He shied away. She would, too, he thought. "Now get on with it ....." Frank picked up the iron. It was a chore he was quite unaccustomed to. He would have to go very, very carefully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At a quarter to twelve, Frank was considering the possibility of escaping from the house, running over to the prison naked, and throwing himself on the mercy of the Governor .... or, at any rate, someone in authority there. Action would have to be taken, surely? But what form would it take? Being smashed to a pulp? Being put in the can for months on end? Being disposed of entirely? They would say he had gone crazy. Run berserk. Something like that. Yes .... they'd close ranks alright. Hettie and everyone else concerned would get clean away with it. He would be the only sufferer.... Frank nearly jumped out of his skin as Hettie came suddenly into the kitchen. He glanced up at the clock. "Yes, only ten minutes now, wanker," she said. "So let's have those lovely knickers off, shall we, so I can see the arse I'm shortly going to cane." Frank put down the iron and thankfully removed the ridiculous garment. Then, without warning, he received an excruciatingly sharp Karate chop on the side of his neck. In an instant, he had fallen unconscious. It was the same sort of blow Hettie had given him once before. She was taking no risks with her victim struggling or panicking as the dread moment approached. Better to have him lifeless, even if he was somewhat heavy to handle. Hettie's eyes lighted on the rubber-roller mangle which Frank had recently been using. That would do nicely, she thought. It would not be the first time she'd had some hapless male over it. Even Robert. She pulled Frank up and draped him over the top roller. Then his wrists were corded to one set of supports whilst the lower part of his thighs were corded to the other. He was, to say the least, most conveniently presented to receive his punishment, his well-muscled hindquarters forming a continuous curve. Then Hettie picked up a pair of her well-ironed panties, screwed them into a ball, and thrust them into Frank's mouth. One of her slips, folded into a slim length, made a convenient strip for keeping the gag in. She covered Frank's mouth, then tied the slip in a tight knot at the back of his neck. Though the kitchen and, indeed, the whole house was sound proofed, it seemed appropriate, in view of his recent duties, that Frank be effectively gagged in that fashion. Besides, on this occasion, she didn't think she wanted to listen to the awful din he was certainly going to make! Smelling salts brought Frank back to life. As his eyes opened, the acrid fumes caused tears to stream from his eyes. Hettie allowed a few moments for his head to clear. "I hope you're comfortable, wanker," she said. "In case you're not aware of it, you're tied over the mangle. No chance of twisting your backside out of the way." She saw the terror fill Frank's tear-filled eyes. He shook his head from side to side and snorted piteously. "Also, I should tell you you've got a pair of knickers of mine stuffed in your mouth. That's a treat isn't it, you randy swine. You like knickers, don't you? Give you a kick don't they? You like taking them off a girl, too, eh? Just think where those knickers of mine have been, boyo, and now they're filling your mouth." Frank kept on shaking his head from side to side and snorting. There was an anguished pleading as well as terror in his wide-staring eyes. Hettie smiled at him. No man could have felt more helpless; more completely at the mercy of a woman. Hettie walked round to the rear of the mangle. "Now let me remind you why you're where you are," she said. Then, putting her hand between Frank's parted thighs she took hold of his penis and yanked down. Frank whinnied and jerked in his bonds. "Because of this thing," continued Hettie. "Because, in your disgusting lust you could not keep your filthy paws off it." She gave another yank before releasing Frank's organ, then walked back round the mangle, picking the cane up off the kitchen table as she did so. Smiling again, she flexed the instrument right before Frank's petrified eyes. "This is what I'm going to lay across your backside, wanker," said Hettie smiling again. "You've felt it before, so you've some idea of what it's like...." Frank's snorting increased, his nostrils flaring, eyes even more desperate. "Twenty four strokes, wanker," continued Hettie, still flexing the supple rod. "You didn't exactly enjoy eighteen, did you? So the extra six will be quite memorable, I am sure." A wild shaking of the head from Frank, eyes even wider in desperation. He did indeed remember the eighteen and the thought of twenty four coming was unbearable. But there he was, bound utterly helpless, knowing there was nothing he could do about it. As sure as night followed day, this vicious sadist was going to do exactly as she said. Hettie bent forward, her face close to Frank's. She was in no hurry. It was all part of her pleasure to keep her victim waiting, stretching his nerves to snapping point. "And let me tell you something else, Frank," she said in a low, vibrant voice, "the other day, I wasn't going flat out. Today, I'm going to give each stroke everything I've got!" URL Bruno Books Email Bruno List ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! 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