The group was at breakfast on a sunny Saturday morning when the phone rang and Kurt picked up his mobile from the kitchen table. As usual the women - Idaho being the exception, of course, who was naked - were in sexy little PVC bikinis, and the three men in PVC thongs.
Kurt exchanged a few words, then put the phone down. "That was the madam, from the brothel I own upstate," he informed the group. "It seems she's got three new staff - black girl, big tits, a Latina, very busty, and a perky little Asiatic. She's asked me to go up and check 'em out. How about it Brad, Timmy? Care to join me for an inspection?" Both nodded eagerly.
As the trio left to get dressed for the two-hour drive up to Kurt's very secluded and private brothel, Idaho was ordered to clean up. She was looking hugely attractive on this lovely morning, her face nicely made up, her hair gleaming in a tightly drawn back ponytail.
"I think we'll play cards with her this morning," Barbara told her blonde friends, Karla, 35, and her daughter, Kelly, 18.
Karla was just about to ask about the card game, when the men returned, clad in t-shirts and shorts.
Barbara rose to kiss her husband good-bye. "We're going to play cards with Idaho this morning," she informed him.
"Ohmigod," Kurt sighed, "that's one of my favourite A-fucking games with her. I'll have a hard-on all the way to the whore house just thinking about it!"
As the trio turned to go, Karla called out: "Now you make sure young Timmy behaves, Brad - and remember - condoms!"
Kurt picked up his mobile: "It's a two-hour drive, guys, we'll take some water. And Barb, I'll give you a ring when we're about an hour out from the brothel so you can give us an update on how the card game's going!" And then they were gone.
"Idaho," said Barbara, when the male trio had left them alone with the sex slave, "down to the torture chamber and get the cards ready. We'll be down directly."
Idaho departed and Barbara informed her friends: "This is a superb game - you both will love it! If we go slowly, Idaho should have the decks ready by the time we get down there."
Upon entering the large torture room set in the ranch's basement, Karla and Kelly found the superb nude standing in front of a small coffee table placed in front of a large leather couch which had been set behind it by the 38-year-old sex slave.
"Take your places, ladies," announced Barbara, "and I'll explain." They did so, then Barbara joined them, leaving Karla seated in the middle, Kelly on her left side.
"Now we each have five cards numbered one-thru-five," she told her colleagues. "The ace is for breast flogging, the 2 for back flogging, the 3 for buttocks and the 4 for pussy."
"And the 5?" Karla queried.
"That's the wild card - we call it punisher's pick," said Barbara. "Now also on the table you'll see that last deck, which contains just four cards. That's to select the number of strokes - 10 is for 10, of course, jack is for 15, queen is 20 and the king is a king-sized 25!"
Noting that Kelly and Karla had taken that all in, Barbara explained the method of play: "The decks are all shuffled, Idaho shuffling the four-deck pack. Then she will turn up my deck, and that will indicate where I flog her first, then yours Karla, then Kelly's. That's so she gets to anticipate what floggings will take place in the first round before she gets them - heightens her senses, you see."
Karla grinned: "Fiendish!"
Barbara went on: "I take the top card from the four-deck pack to select the number of strokes. That card is then put back and the deck re-shuffled for your selection Karla, and for Kelly's. After each round, the card from our five-deck packs is removed, until we have each flogged her five times. Any questions?"
Karla had one: "So, in theory, it's possible for her to get - let's see five kings is 125, three 125s is 375! She could get 375 strokes!"
Barbara smiled: "Yes, in theory, but it never works out that way, of course."
Kelly piped up: "And what happens after the game - is there a winner?"
Barbara nodded: "There certainly is - the person with most strokes delivered has fun with her solo for an hour!"
And Kelly had a final question: "And in the event of a tie?" Barbara smiled: "A play-off, my dear!"
Kelly clapped her hands in delight: "Perfect!"
"Right," said Barbara, "but before we begin, Idaho fetch the four implements and explain to our guests their uses."
The statuesque naked blonde fetched four items of punishment from the equipment table and returned to the table with them.
"This is the breast flogger, mistresses," she informed them, holding out short-handled, many-tailed leather flogger. Next she laid a rubber cat-o-nine tails on the table: "For my back, mistresses."
Barbara interrupted: "Rubber, will sting but not break her lovely flesh - Kurt is very insistent on that."
Idaho then laid a heavy black leather tawse on the table: "The tawse for my arse, mistresses." Finally she put down a pussy-width strap of leather with a rubber-gripped handle. "This is for my pussy, mistresses," said the almost six-foot tall slave, "it's called the pussy or piss flaps punisher." Kelly and Karla looked extremely impressed.
"Right," cried Barbara, "let's play cards! Idaho, what does the first round hold in store for you?"
The naked blonde bent to the pile in front of Barbara's position on the couch and turned the top card: "A 5, mistress - punisher's pick!"
Barbara smiled and said mysteriously: "I think I'll keep you guessing, my darling, until we see what the rest of the round reveals for you."
Idaho moved to Karla's deck: "A 4, mistress - my pussy." Karla looked like a cat that had got the cream. Then Idaho was at Kelly's cards: "A 3 - my buttocks, mistress."
All eyes now turned to Barbara to make her wild card choice: "Breasts, I think, my dear." Idaho then picked up a pad and pen on which the names of the three ladies were written and the number 1-thru-5 below them. Idaho entered the punishments.
"Now how many strokes?" Karla asked.
"Precisely," said Barbara. "Idaho, do the honours, there's a dear."
The blonde picked up the top card and announced: "The queen - 20 strokes for my breasts, Mistress Barbara!" Then she replaced the card shuffled and picked another: "A king - 25 strokes for my pussy, Mistress Karla!" Karla whooped in delight. Next Idaho selected a 10 and informed Kelly: "Ten strokes for my bottom, Mistress Kelly!" Kelly looked visibly pissed.
"OK, I'll go first," Barbara announced, "fetch the breast pillory and get it out here, Idaho."
The slave brought a pillory the height of which meant she was forced to kneel to thrust her glorious globes through the apertures, her hands at the ends of the pillory holding onto it. Barbara then clamped her tits even tighter into the confines, using two wing nuts on each side of the breast board, forcing Idaho's magnificent 38-inch boobs out like melons almost ready to burst.
Veins showed starkly in relief on the straining golden globes. The 35-year-old brunette, then picked up the breast flogger and ran it lightly across her victim's titties. Then with a swift "Swooosh" the flogger ripped down across the target. "One, thank-you mistress," Idaho yelled through her pain.
Karla and her daughter watched in fascination as the PVC-bikinied, high-heeled dominatrix flogged the slave's flesh. By the completion, Idaho's breasts were thick with red stripes, but no flesh had been broken.
Barbara assisted the woman from her place of punishment, and the pillory was pushed to one side. "Now for your turn, Karla," said Barbara. "Into position, Idaho!" Upon the command, the tall blonde placed her feet a yard apart, and her hands up behind the ponytail to clasp them together, fingers intertwined. Then she bent slightly at the knees to place her pussy in an optimum position for punishment.
"Excellent," cried Barbara, "she's all yours darl!"
Karla picked up the piss flap punisher and placed it against the slave's prominent pussy lips. Then she brought the crop sharply upwards so it gave out a lovely "Thwock" noise on impact with the poor victim's most private parts.
Twenty-four more times she repeated the dose, until Idaho was stifling back sobbing on the cry "25, thank-you mistress!"
"Now Kelly, it's time you dealt to her arse," said Barbara.
"What position does she assume for this, aunty?" Kelly queried, picking up the buttock-warming tawse.
"Well," said the lady of the house, "she can bend over in the classic hands gripping ankles, or do a semi-bend holding her knees. And the tip-toe stance, hands behind her neck portrays her body beautifully, or there's the flogging bench. I think Idaho likes a selection of each, don't you darling?" The slave nodded: "Yes Mistress Barbara, that's nice."
"Oh, hell, it's only 10," announced the teenage temptress, "get over with your arse in the air, hands clasped round your ankles."
Idaho obeyed, the pose displaying much of her pussy and her puckered brown anus. Kelly laid 10 whistling blows onto her bare buttocks, then allowed the victim to resume standing.
For the second round, Barbara went first, flogging the slave's back with the rubber cat for 20 strokes as she stood hands spread high on one wall of the chamber, prettily up on tip-toe. Karla had the wild card and burned 10 strokes into the bent-over slave's buttocks. Last punishment in round two, was Karla's 20 delivered to a tightly-clamped set of boobs.
Round three, saw Barbara deliver 10 strokes to Idaho's butt, followed by Karla inflicting 20 to the same target. Kelly got to crack home 20 strokes of the rubber cat.
The last of the 20 had just cracked the final criss-cross delivery when the phone went on the coffee table by the couch. "That'll be Kurt, wanting to know how we're getting on," said Barbara, picking it up.
