Punishment at Twisted Ranch: An Erotic BDSM Story (Twisted Ranch Series Book 5) Read online

  Punishment at Twisted Ranch

  By Lily Brock

  Text copyright © 2016 Lily Brock

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  For my Master…

  Wherever you go, I will follow.

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  Excerpt from Punishment at Twisted Ranch

  “No, we’ll be punished…”

  My mouth says no, but my hands tangle in her hair grinding my hips against her skillful tongue. She brings me almost to climax and then stops.

  “I’m almost there,” I whimper.

  “I know, silly, that’s why I stopped,” Beth teases. “We need to do our re-enactment. Come down here on the floor.”

  This is wrong. So wrong. If we get caught, we’ll be punished. Lucas and Joe never said Beth and I could play together tonight. But logic and reason are quickly overpowered by wine-clouded judgement, a candle-lit thunderstorm, and the desperate need for release between my thighs. I slide to the floor.

  Beth crawls on top of me, kissing me deeply. She tastes of wine and my pussy. Our breasts press together, her hips gyrate against mine. She licks my nipples, sucking gently on the tips. I moan loudly as the pressure builds in my clit…

  Punishment At Twisted Ranch

  Beth’s Juicy Gossip

  “Are you ready to walk over to Joe and Beth’s house, Ava?” asks Lucas.

  “Almost!” I call from the bedroom.

  I dig through the bathroom cabinets looking for my coconut oil. Beth and I are planning to pamper ourselves tonight and nothing moisturizes my skin like pure coconut oil. There it is! I finally find it in the linen closet behind the package of razors.

  I shove it into my overnight bag and hurry out to the kitchen where my husband Lucas is waiting for me.

  He holds the door open for me and we step outside. It’s cooler than I expected after such a warm morning. There are dark clouds in the distance. A storm is brewing.

  We walk the familiar path together, both carrying overnight bags. Lucas and Joe are traveling to a conference several hours away.

  Since they will be gone overnight, Beth suggested a spa night and sleepover. Beth is my closest friend here at Twisted Ranch, an exclusive BDSM community I’ve called home for nearly a year. We have spent the night at each other’s houses to provide aftercare when one or the other of us has been involved in a particularly intense scene in the Play Room, but we’ve never had a sleepover just for fun.

  When we reach the house, Beth is waiting for me on the front porch. She is wearing an adorable navy blue sarong with white polka dots. Like all the women at Twisted Ranch, the short sarong is her only clothing.

  “Ava,” she squeals, “we are going to have so much fun tonight! I have wine and chocolates and new nail colors and there is a Project Runway marathon on Lifetime!”

  Her excitement is contagious and soon we are both jumping up and down on the porch, our firm, bare tits bouncing. Lucas laughs at our giddiness.

  “Is Joe ready to go?” he asks Beth.

  “Yes, he is just checking the weather one last time.”

  “I’m right here, Lucas,” Beth’s husband Joe says as he opens the front door. “There is a big storm system moving into the area. We’d better get on the road if we want to make it to the hotel before the storm hits.”

  “I’m ready.”

  “Girls, you two have fun tonight,” says Joe, turning to me and Beth.

  “And behave yourselves,” reminds Lucas. “You two know the rules.”

  “We’ll be on our best behavior, Sir Joe,” coos Beth.

  “Me, too, Sir Lucas,” I chime in.

  We wave goodbye to the men as they back down the driveway. Then Beth grabs my hand and pulls me into the house.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Beth and I spend the remainder of the afternoon giving each other manicures and pedicures, while sharing a bottle of wine. By the time our fingers and toes are dry, the sun has set and thunder can be heard rumbling in the distance.

  We share gossip over pizza and more wine.

  “Did you hear about Daisy?” Beth asks conspiratorially.

  “I heard she was punished for disobedience last week.”

  “But did you hear how she was punished?”

  “No! How did you find out?” The men of Twisted Ranch often visit the Punishment Room to watch or help out with punishments, but the women, all submissives, aren’t allowed in the Punishment Room unless they are being punished.

  I’ve only been in the room a few times, for minor infractions. Lucas tied me up and beat me with a cane. It wasn’t really any more severe than some of our play sessions, but I cried through the whole thing because I was so upset about disappointing him.

  “Daisy told me about it over coffee yesterday.”

  I waited on the edge of my seat.

  “So, what happened?”

  Beth leaned in and spoke in a loud whisper, even though there was no one else in the house, “She had to ride the wooden pony.”

  “What’s that?” Much of the furniture and equipment in the Punishment Room was the same as what was found in the Play Room, but I knew there were a few things which were only in the Punishment Room. This must be one of them.

  “It’s a big wooden sawhorse with a narrow ridge at the top. The sub straddles it, standing on wooden boxes on either side of the sawhorse with the ridge between her pussy lips.”

  “Oh!”

  “Then they take away the boxes, so the ridge is wedged in the sub’s slit.”

  “Ouch!”

  “Daisy said Dave tied her arms behind her back, forcing her to lean forward to keep her balance, putting all her weight on her clit.”

  “So painful!” I gasp.

  “It gets worse. He left her like that for three hours. She said the pain was excruciating. Then, he returned with clamps, weights, and a flogger!”

  “No!”

  “Yes! Daisy said he put clamps on her tits and on each of her pussy lips, adding weights to all of them. Then he beat her back with the flogger. She said every strike with the flogger sent the weights swinging.”

  “Oh god! That sounds horrible!” I cry, but I can’t deny how wet my pussy is getting just listening to Beth tell the story.

  “After four hours, he finally untied her arms and helped her off the wooden pony, but then Dave made her walk—with the weights still attached—to the gangbang rack on the opposite side of the room. She nearly passed out several times, so a couple of the other guys helped hold her up while she crossed the room. She even had to climb up onto the table herself.”

  “Wow!”

  “She told me once she was buckled onto the table, Dave ripped the clamps off and he immediately began beating her tits with a strap while the men took turns fucking her. She said she can barely remember what happened after the clamps were pulled off. She drifted in and out of consciousness for the rest of the night. She said her pussy and tits hurt for over a week after it was over.”

  “I can’t even imagine.” But, I am imagining it. It vivid detail. I squirm in my chair as my clit begins to swell with arousal.

  I
notice Beth’s cheeks are flushed. Is it from the wine? Or is she turned on by Daisy’s punishment, too? Before I can decide, Beth jumps up from the table and grabs another bottle of wine.

  “Let’s go watch Project Runway!”

  As I stand up to follow her into the living room, I reach down to surreptitiously wipe away the wet spot I’ve left on the wooden kitchen chair—and notice a matching spot on Beth’s chair.

  Power Outage

  Thunder crashes outside. The storm is much closer now and the rain is pouring down. We are safe and cozy watching tv on Beth’s sofa, but she lights a few candles just in case. As we watch Project Runway together, critiquing each of the designers, Beth grabs the coconut oil and begins rubbing it on my feet and calves.

  Lightning strikes close to the house. The lights flicker and the cable goes out.

  “Now we’ll never know who wins,” Beth pouts.

  “At least we didn’t lose the electricity,” I point out.

  “Now what do we do?” Beth whines, pouring the remainder of the third bottle of wine into our two glasses.

  She downs her glass in one gulp.

  “How about we watch a video?” she suggests.

  “Sure,” I agree. “What do you have?”

  Beth walks over to a cabinet in the corner, a little off-balance from the wine.

  “Mostly porn.”

  I giggle. I am also feeling the effects of the wine.

  Beth scans the titles on the shelf. “Monster Dildos,” she reads. “That sounds like fun.”

  It does sound like fun. I’m still hot and bothered from hearing about Daisy’s punishment. But, I know watching porn is a bad idea. I know it will just make me even hornier. Submissives aren’t allowed to play with other submissives without permission…and we definitely don’t have permission.

  Before I have a chance to respond, Beth pops the video into the DVD player and flops back down on the sofa.

  She resumes rubbing oil on my legs as the video begins. It’s a compilation video of pussies being stretched and filled with grotesquely large phalluses made of silicone, plastic, glass.

  Some of the women beg for more as their cunts are stuffed to capacity. Some of the women are screaming for mercy as their fuck holes are pounded raw.

  Juices are flooding my pussy as I watch and it takes all of my limited willpower not to stroke my clit. Beth is still rubbing my legs and she is getting further and further up my thighs. I know this is a dangerous situation, but the wine is clouding my judgement and I really need her fingers in my creamy slit.

  The woman on the screen is bucking obscenely as a massive toy is hammered into her gaping box. Beth’s fingers reach the top of my leg. They are moving toward the inside of my thigh. The woman on the screen is coming close to climax. She is grunting and moaning. Beth’s fingers brush along the very edge of my puffy outer lips.

  CRASH! Thunder booms, shaking the house. I jump, startled. The tv screen goes black and the lights disappear as the power goes out. Beth grabs my hand, but she leaves her other hand between my legs. The room is bathed in the rosy glow of candlelight. We stare at each other for several moments.

  “We didn’t get to see her cum,” I say, breaking the silence.

  “What?”

  “The woman. In the video. She was about to cum.”

  “Oh. Yes, she was,” Beth replies, her eyes moving to my bare pussy.

  She nudges her finger between my slippery inner lips.

  “We could re-enact it,” Beth suggests, eyeing the empty wine bottle on the floor.

  “We shouldn’t…” I protest.

  “Nope,” replies Beth, still stroking my wet slit.

  “We could get in a lot of trouble.”

  “Yup.”

  She dives between my legs, burying her face in my creamy hole.

  “No, we’ll be punished…”

  My mouth says no, but my hands tangle in her hair grinding my hips against her skillful tongue. She brings me almost to climax and then stops.

  “I’m almost there,” I whimper.

  “I know, silly, that’s why I stopped,” Beth teases. “We need to do our re-enactment. Come down here on the floor.”

  This is wrong. So wrong. If we get caught, we’ll be punished. Lucas and Joe never said Beth and I could play together tonight. But logic and reason are quickly overpowered by wine-clouded judgement, a candle-lit thunderstorm, and the desperate need for release between my thighs. I slide to the floor.

  Beth crawls on top of me, kissing me deeply. She tastes of wine and my pussy. Our breasts press together, her hips gyrate against mine. She licks my nipples, sucking gently on the tips. I moan loudly as the pressure builds in my clit.

  She moves down between my legs and I open them wide for her. She grabs the wine bottle and the coconut oil.

  “You’re pretty wet and horny,” she says, pouring coconut oil first on my pussy and then on the bottle, “but some extra oil will make this even easier.”

  She works the oil into my pussy with several fingers, then she strokes it all over the thick base of the bottle.

  “Pull back your legs, sweetie, so we can get this monster in your little bitty cunny.”

  I pull my legs apart and back with my knees at my shoulders, spreading myself open for her. I feel the pressure of the bottle against my lubed hole as she begins to work it into my pussy.

  “Open,” she says playfully, “Open up that juicy snatch for me.”

  My well-oiled cunt opens itself to the bottle and it doesn’t take long for her to stuff it in. My pussy is stretched and filled. My engorged clit feels like it’s about to split in half.

  “Fuck me!” I beg.

  She leaves the bottle crammed in my fuck hole while she turns around and straddles my face. I can smell her musky sweetness as her puffy pussy lips part above my mouth. I stretch my tongue up to lick her luscious slit, sliding along until I find her bulging clit.

  Beth needs no further invitation. She grinds her pussy against my mouth and stretches forward to grasp the wine bottle with both hands. I hungrily devour her cunt while she reaches between my legs and grabs the neck of the bottle with both hands.

  The girth of the wine bottle has forced my swollen clit out from under its protective hood, exposing it. Beth licks my sensitive nub gently and then blows across the top of it while she hammers the bottle in and out of my box. My hips buck wildly, desperately seeking climax.

  She continues grinding her cunt into my face. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, sucking and biting at her clit. Her movements become faster, more uncontrolled. I can tell she is close to cumming.

  “Please!” I scream.

  Beth knows what I want. She mashes her tongue into my clit while furiously pounding my gaping cunt. She pushes me over the edge and I scream into her pussy as my body is wracked with wave after wave of orgasm.

  I suck hard on her clit and rub it vigorously with the tip of my tongue until I feel her body tense and then release. A gush of cum squirts into my open mouth.

  She collapses on top of me, spent. I lap up her juices lazily, the bottle still stuffed in my cunt.

  Suddenly the lights come back on, startling us both. Beth slides out the wine bottle and begins to lift herself off me when she screams in fright. I jerk myself up and see what she has seen: Lucas and Joe are standing in the doorway watching us.

  Punished Together

  “It looks like our girls decided to have some fun without us, Joe.”

  “So it seems.”

  “Do you remember giving them permission to play together tonight?”

  “No, Lucas, I don’t remember doing that.”

  Beth and I huddled together on the floor, watching them. Neither of them addressed us.

  “Me either. Should we punish them now, or wait until tomorrow?”

  “It’s not that late. I think I’d like to do it tonight.”

  “Let’s go ladies.”

  Beth and I scramble to our feet.

  “I�
�m sorry, Lucas, I didn’t…” I begin. Lucas interrupts me.

  “I’ll hear no excuses, Ava. You disobeyed. You’ll willingly take your punishment, and once you do, all will be forgiven.”

  I close my mouth. Tears leaking down my cheeks.

  The rain has stopped and the night air smells fresh and clean. As we follow the men to the large cinderblock building which houses the Punishment Room, they explain their early return. The storm caused a creek to rise, washing out a bridge along their route. The detour would have added several hours to their journey, so they turned around and came back home.

  We enter the building and walk down the familiar hallway, but instead of taking the red door on the right side of the hallway into the Play Room, we follow the men through the black door into the Punishment Room.

  The men leave us in a corner while they scout out equipment and decide what they want to do to us. There is loud laughter. Beth and I look at each other nervously, but we don’t dare speak.

  The men fill a basket with items from the cabinets and then roll two large bondage arches next to each other in an open space. They move the arches so they are about six feet apart and facing each other. They lock the wheels in place before beckoning us over.

  “Since you decided to pleasure your pussies tonight, ladies, it will be your pussies that will be punished,” announces Joe.

  The men begin by attaching padded cuffs to our wrists and ankles. I assume they will attach us each spread-eagle to the eyelets in each arch, but I am not entirely correct. I watch in horror as the two men pick up Beth and attach her to the arch upside down. Her legs are spread wide and her arms are attached to the sides.

  They do the same to me, suspending me so I am facing Beth. I know I am about to be punished, but being spread open so obscenely causes my pussy to dampen.

  Joe and Lucas grab step stools and position one of them in front of each of us. Each picks up a thick leather strap and moves toward a step stool. I expect Lucas to climb up next to me, but Joe appears instead.

  “You will each receive fifty lashes to your pussies. We’ve switched places so we aren’t tempted to show mercy,” Lucas explains.

  Joe slashes the strap hard against my tender lips. Pain shoots through my body. My pussy is already sore from the stretch of the wine bottle. He strikes over and over, moving back and forth across my exposed cunt.