"You need a little discipline," he said, grabbing her wrists roughly and strapping them with the velcro binds over the pullup bar in the doorway. She was stretched tautly upward, toes barely touching the floor, breasts under her tee shirt rising with her arms.
"Arthur. . ."
"Shut up." He pulled her striped panties to her knees, spun her around, and slapped the cheeks of her ass, hard and slowly, letting the sting of each swell before the next one struck. The slaps of the reddening flesh overrode her cries, which were muted by her arousal at her exposed helplessness in the doorway. Sandy's nipples tingled and hardened in the slight breeze, lifted as they were by the upward stretch of her arms.
Arthur stopped when the imprints of his hands stayed white on the pink and rounded flesh. She was gasping as he clutched her from behind, his hardened prick straining upward through his briefs in the crack of her ass, one hand grabbing her proudly protruding breasts, the other her mons, pressing softly on the belly below her aroused nipples and the yielding flesh of the slick, fuzz-covered, lips of her pussy.
"Sorry now?" he asked gently, brushing his fingertips over the cotton covering the peaks of her hardened tits. She writhed and twisted in her bonds with the contact to the sensitized nipples.
"Yes," she said in a slightly strangled tone, whereupon he pinched them hard. Sandy screamed.
"Enough of that, time for the gag." He brought the ball to her mouth. "Open up if you don't want the clamps. Good." He stepped and appraised her from the front, caressing her belly with the back of his hand. "I think it's time to shave your pussy."
"Mmggh" Sandy protested, until he slapped her breasts with a forehand.
"It's not up to you, and I'm tired of your complaints." He retrieved the electric razor and fixed the clipper. "This should feel nicer than I do. Say hello again to prepubescence."
The hum of the motor was all that she could hear as he crouched between her legs. She'd never felt so humiliated even as the vibrations radiated through her cunt, which was liquefying in response. Up and down Arthur went, lifting one leg and then the other before working carefully in the creases of her groin. The blonde hairs fell in fine sheets on the floor until he stopped and adjusted to the shaving screen. Then it was a fine powder until her pussy was completely bare.
"Going to be my good little girl now, right, Sandy?" He rose, his middle finger sliding up her moistened crease. "Still, it's a little gritty. Hang on, pardon the pun." He came back with a handvac and a bottle and brushed the vacuum over her crotch. Her head whirled with the sensation and whirled again as he spun her into dizziness. Arthur stopped her and let one hand stroke her slippery smooth groin before he stopped, opened the bottle and splashed the alcohol on her pubes, stinging the newly shaved flesh.
"Earyagggh!" She screamed through the gag. Arthur dipped his fingers in her cunt and began slapping her ass. Sandy swooned with pain and pleasure, for his fingers spread her slickness over her puffy, bare mound and down between her thighs, beyond her slit, to the edge of her asshole.
