Marjorie sighed heavily as she kept walking-
Faster and faster, Mistress Carrie might be looking. She really was trying not to lag, but her breasts hurt SO MUCH, dragging that horrible chain behind.
But Marjorie didn't want Mistress Carrie coming out with the spruce switch.
Marjorie seen Mistress Carrie put a few of them in the bathtub, and the switches were especially harsh when wet.
When Marjorie had come home late from the Faculty Tea, it had been my Gosh, ten minutes after bedtime.
Mistress Carrie didn't care.
"What is it to me if your Faculty Teas run a little late?"
Mistress Carrie had demanded, a sour smile on her face, as she'd cut a spruce switch.
"Mistress Carrie...I'm thirty-six years old" Marjorie had begged, tears coursing down her face in anticipation of the awful beating.
"And it's September-the light-I mean, it doesn't get dark 'til after nine here."
Mistress Carrie's response had been a harsh laugh, and she'd dragged Marjorie over the armrest of the couch, flipping up Marjorie's skirt and pulling down her panties.
"Pig-face, this harlotish skirt of yours is too short anyway."
Mistress Carrie had broken two spruce switches on Marjorie's bare buttocks in an effort to make her understand about punctuality...
And since Wednesday, Marjorie's butt still hurt.
Oh, her breasts hurt, the pulling was really dragging on them. How Marjorie hated Laundry Day.
But Marjorie knew that she was lucky-
Mistress Carrie only did things like this to instruct her.
"I just want you to behave intelligently if there's any chance of that, Pig-face" Mistress Carrie always said helpfully.
when Marjorie had timidly suggested to Mistress Carrie that they just purchase a Maytag dryer-
Marjorie's salary was more than adequate-
Mistress Carrie had blistered Marjorie's bottom in front of a couple of laughing male freshmen with Pap's old razor strop.
Marjorie had known then that she'd been impertinent. She knew that Laundry Day was probably important for her...
And Mistress Carrie knew best.
But Marjorie's nipples did hurt right now.
Mistress Carrie had taken the rings out of Marjorie's pierced nipples, and she'd strung a thin chain through the holes.
The chain, run through both nipples, pulled Marjorie's breasts together painfully, as the other end of the chain was secured to a rotary clothesline.
And Marjorie, hands cuffed behind her back, was painfully pulling the chain, which then pulled the clothesline-around and around the yard.
And Marjorie's breasts pulling the clothesline dried the clothes, gradually.
The water was shaken off, and then the clothes were ready for Marjorie to fold, after Mistress Carrie mercifully took the chain out of Marjorie's breasts.
If Marjorie did a thousand rotations around Mistress Carrie's yard, her feet painfully stuffed in stiletto heels, the clothes were usually dry within three hours.
But, if Mistress Carrie came out and chased Marjorie with the long spruce switch, as she often did.
Yes, lashing at Marjorie's curved bare buttocks to make the girl run faster...
Yes, the clothes were dried quickly and much more "efficiently" in Mistress Carrie's words, in about an hour and a half.
As Marjorie had papers to grade and lots of other housework to do under Mistress Carrie's supervision.
It was best that the clothes be dried quickly.
And of course it was better than when it rained-
Then Marjorie had to hold an umbrella over the clothes as she slogged in the downpour-
And in the snowy winter, Mistress Carrie made no exceptions.
"We need clean clothes year round, my little Pig-face" Mistress Carrie always said comfortingly.
Mistress Carrie was a triathlon runner, and could make her slave run rather fast as well.
It was interesting to watch Marjorie's little B cup breasts dragged to their sides.
Really, as they pulled the heavy load of hung curtains, dresses, bed sheets and throw rugs around and around as she jogged.
Yes, trying miserably to escape Mistress Carrie's switch.
It just hurt so much-
Marjorie's nipples were in constant pain from dragging the damn chain, and her arms were cuffed so tightly together.
As Marjorie turned the corner, she looked anxiously at the window of their house, and Mistress Carrie wasn't there.
So Marjorie took the opportunity to slow down just a little.
"Not that you're worth it, Pig-face"
Mistress Carrie had told Marjorie frankly on more than one occasion...
Ah, but Marjorie knew Mistress Carrie loved her.
Suddenly Marjorie heard the door open and she began walking faster.
As she turned around the bend, she saw Mistress Carrie was not alone-
With her was a twenty year old girl with spiky red hair and full breasts under a snug pink halter.
That's Thomasine Engel. THOMASINE?
What the hell?
Mistress Carrie was letting this GIRL see Marjorie naked, with her breasts awkwardly attached to this chain, dragging the ridiculous clothesline?
And Mistress Carrie had her spruce switch in her hand as well.
What the hell was Mistress Carrie thinking?
"Piggie!"
Mistress Carrie smiled as her hand rested on 20 year old Tommie's shoulder.
"This young woman came by because you're the faculty advisor to the Kappa Something House-"
"Kappa Gamma Sade" Thomasine said, smiling at Mistress Carrie.
"And now I see why you've taken such trouble for us, Dr. Selby."
Tommie's full lips grinned as her bust jiggled.
Marjorie could tell that Thomasine was having a good time with this.
"I've come because our house is supposed to be taking a new student, Zoe Rushden, and we need you to process her."
Tommie's tongue touched her upper teeth.
Tommie put her hand out, and Mistress Carrie handed Zoe her spruce switch.
"And I thought we might also discuss my absolutely shitty midterm grade in your Bioinorganic Chemistry class."
Tommie stepped down, and involuntarily, Marjorie's cunt juiced.
How hot Tommie looked in her snug top and tight jeans...
She'd often looked longingly at the hot little bitch, who spent much of class time reading Cosmo.
Actually, Marjorie had at times fantasized about cowering in front of the curvy redhead but--
WHACK! THWACK!
Tommie landed the cane harshly against Marjorie's shoulder, and then on her right buttock, and Marjorie began running, first away from Tommie...
But then the chain dragged Marjorie's breasts back, and Marjorie began running the only way she could-
Around the clothesline, rotating it faster and faster as Thomasine chased her, swinging the switch and landing it again and again.
Mistress Carrie clapped her hands.
"There you go, honey! Give my worthless slave some exercise!"
Tommie spoke in harsh falsetto
"Your research on your paper concerning transition metal ions and ligand field theory is shallow and repetitive."
Tommie reached over and viciously pinched one of Marjorie's chained nipples.
"That's what you said, Dr. Selby...and fuck you!"
Tommie's switch fell again and again as she grabbed Marjorie's long straight hair.
Joyfully. she dragged the chemistry professor to her knees, which of course strained her nipples further against the vicious chain.
WHACK! WHACK! "
And what else did you write? 'You need more analysis and less rhetoric.
Thomasine, you have no understanding of molecular symmetry and ionic solids' Fuck you!"
"Kiss my feet, you hag!"
Thomasine dragged Marjorie down further, and it was a horrific sight.
The professor's head down at Tommie's Birkenstocks while her breasts were being pulled up at the clothesline.
"I walked my Doberman earlier.
Lick the shit from between my toes, you repulsive cow. Do it now!"
As Marjorie's tongue began tremblingly to remove the dirt from between Thomasine's toes, she felt as if her nipples were going to explode!
"P-please, Thomasine" cried Marjorie.
"M-my nipples are tearing from being dragged down here! Please!"
Tommie, snorting scornfully, dragged Marjorie back up.
SLAP! WHACK!
Thomasine bitch slapped Marjorie back and forth, making the poor woman's jaw slam repeatedly.
"Don't you think I know what you said to your bitch friend? How I should be a stripper instead of a geologist?"
Tommie hauled off and punched Marjorie in the jaw, and the professor fell again,
Mistress Carrie walked up and unlocked the padlock quickly.
"We can't have Piggie's tits ripped off, darling'" Mistress Carrie said, smiling.
"But I see where you're coming' from.
She's a stuck up little hog, my slave, and she needs humbling. Take her in the house, and you can use the bullwhip on her sorry ass."
Tommie laughed, and dragged Marjorie by the hair into the house.
Mistress Carrie, humming softly, began taking the clothes off the line. It was going to be an interesting fall, Mistress Carrie thought.
FORTY MINUTES LATER...
Tommie shoved Dr. Selby against the girl's shower room wall.
"I know you want me" Tommie said softly, as she reached down and began playing with Dr. Selby's clitoris.
Dr. Marjorie Selby was terrified. Tommie didn't care.
After she'd brought Dr. Selby inside from her yard, Tommie had foregone the bullwhip and dragged Dr. Selby up to her bedroom.
After getting the key from Dr. Selby's mom, Tommie had unlocked Dr. Selby's handcuffs.
Tommie ordered her professor to dress, and they'd driven to the Kappa Gamma Sade House in Tommie's Celica.
Dr. Selby had spent the entire drive taking surreptitious looks at Tommie's boobs, encased in the pink halter.
Tommie could tell that the chemistry professor wanted her bad...
When they'd gotten inside, Tommie had taken Dr. Selby to the shower room, and ordered her instructor to undress again.
She'd snapped the cuffs on once more.
"What's wrong, scag?" Tommie asked, her full lips just inches away from her terrified professor's face.
"Don't you want to spend some time with your prize pupil before we process the new girl coming into Kappa Gamma Sade?"
As Thomasine spoke, her fingers were still toying down in Dr. Selby's patch, and she could feel the older woman's breath growing haggard.
Dr. Selby was devouring Tommie with her eyes.
"I know you want me, you old bag...eh?"
Tommie cocked her head.
