The following day was Saturday and the husbands, Olivier and Dave, left early in the morning for a scheduled weekend fishing trip in the Bay of Islands, north of Auckland where we live and were due back Sunday. At least this is what Paula and Francesca believed was happening. In truth, the men were going fishing with a group of Olivier's medical friends from the hospital, however it was only a day trip and they were scheduled to come back later this evening for a little surprise 'party' that Olivier, Dave and I had conjured up. We had also arranged for our seven year old, Abigail, to stay with one of her friends for the weekend.
Paula and Francesca had been told in advance they would still be punished by me on Saturday night, and this would be the last of their scheduled punishments that had resulted from Tuesdays wine drinking incident.
Late morning Francesca and I drove around to collect Paula and take her up town for coffee and a muffin at our favourite café. This was followed with hair appointments I had made for both Francesca and Paula. Paula very rarely ventured to a hair salon and instead preferred to let her red curls grow freely below her shoulders. She therefore needed persuasion to even attend the hair appointment, despite the fact I was picking up the tab. Paula had earlier agreed I could choose the hair style, and was now regretting this moment of weakness.
However, despite her constant groans of despair she sat still in the salon chair while the stylist cut away her flock of red curls. By the time it was finished her hair was cut short in a modern page-boy style with long swept over fringe. It highlighted the strong contours of her face and made her look very appealing. But what it also did was make her look a lot younger than her actual age of twenty five. She could easily have passed as eighteen or nineteen, especially given her short, slim stature.
Francesca's hair was kept in her same short cropped, spiked hairstyle that suited her so much, although her jet black hair was highlighted with blonde streaks that gave her a young, glamorous appearance very befitting a woman of her natural beauty.
Following a pedicure for all three of us I drove them back to my house where I had planned the first of what I hoped were going to be many 'surprises' for this day. Once we were in the house I ordered both Paula and Francesca to undress. They frowned at me curiously, given it was only mid afternoon, and up to now the punishment sessions had not commenced until early evening. Once they were both naked I told them to stand in the lounge with their noses in the corner until I called them.
Both of them were left standing there for almost thirty minutes before I finally called out to Paula and told her to join me in the bathroom. I had laid a towel out on the tiled floor and Paula was instructed to lie down on her back. Although apprehensive, she did as requested. I then picked up the scissors, razor and shaving cream from beside the hand basin.
"Now open your legs my darling. It is time to get rid of this little thatch of red hair. As pretty as it is, it is time for it to go."
"But I am not sure," Paula protested, "I have never shaved my pubic hair before."
"Well there is a first time for everything," I persisted, "And now is the time for your love triangle to go. I bet Dave will love it. You will be so sexy."
Paula was not entirely convinced but splayed her legs wide open, exposing her delightful womanly charms to me. After trimming the hair short with the scissors I set about removing the stubble with the razor. I asked her to lift her legs up so I could remove the hairs around her anus, then I gripped each of her labia and held them while I shaved around her vagina. Incredibly she was already so wet that it was difficult to keep hold of her labia, but finally the task was complete.
Once I had wiped off the remnants of the shaving cream, Paula was instructed to stand so I could admire my handiwork. I was blown away by the visual impact of removing her pubic hair. No longer were her labia partially hidden by her pubic hair. Suddenly everything looked so invitingly exposed and so much more naked. Incredibly she looked even younger now she was devoid of pubic hair, which is exactly the effect I was hoping to achieve.
Paula was then directed to have a shower to clean herself while I called Francesca into the bathroom. Even though her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a 'runway' strip, I was still determined to remove it entirely with the hope it would increase her feelings of vulnerability and submissiveness. It was all part of my plan for the evening 'performance'.
Like Paula, Francesca also protested being shaven clean, but despite this she still lay down and opened her legs as requested. Her labia were definitely puffy but certainly no where near as aroused as Paula. Once the task was completed I was very pleased with the final result. Francesca, like Paula, now seemed so much more exposed. I had never actually seen a woman in the flesh who had absolutely no pubic hair, and I found it surprisingly inviting. I even contemplated shaving myself, but decided to leave that to another day.
When both women had showered they stood in front of the mirror and for the first time saw themselves without pubic hair. They stood staring at themselves for a long period, and were, like myself, surprised at how much it changed their appearance. Both giggled nervously, unsure of where this was all leading.
I made both women remain naked while we sat in the kitchen and enjoyed a snack and coffee. Afterwards the two of them were allowed to dress as Paula had to head home to feed her pets and Francesca and I had to turn on the irrigation in my organic orchard as we had had a prolonged period without rain.
Paula returned early evening as arranged and we all sat down to a healthy meal prepared by Francesca. To their surprise, I allowed the women to remain fully clothed, and the three of us chatted like old friends normally do. However this evening was not going to be normal.
Once the meal was completed and we had tidied away the dishes, both Francesca and Paula glanced at me nervously. There was an air of anticipation. Once we were in the lounge I seated myself and directed both ladies to undress. When they were naked I made them parade themselves in front of me and show off their hairless pubic mounds. Both were surprisingly embarrassed, despite the fact I had seen them naked a number of time before.
Each of them was made to face away from me, open their legs, and bend over at the waist. For several long minutes I soaked up the sight of their gorgeous nude pussies, winking at me seductively. I then lent forward and gently rubbed my finger along their labia, alternating between each woman. I wanted to ensure both Paula and Francesca were nicely swollen and lubricated. When each of them were moaning softly and pushing back towards my fingers I knew it was time to move on to the next part of my plan.
Directing both naked ladies to follow me, I led them out of the house and across our yard to the shed where we pack the fruit from our orchard. The shed is normally a chaotic mess of packaging materials, but unbeknown to Francesca and Paula it had been totally cleaned up by Olivier and I. The floor area was clear of boxes. Instead of the chaos, there was a ring of sixteen chairs. In the middle of the ring there were a couple of ropes hanging down from the overhead rafter. The sight caused both women to stop in their tracks.
"What's going on here, Jane?" Francesca nervously queried.
"Yes, Jane, please tell us what is going on," Paula added.
I gave each of them a cheeky grin, but no response. Instead I beckoned for both of them to follow me into the centre of the ring, and apprehensively they followed, still seeking answers as to what was happening. Continuing to ignore their questions, I firstly took hold of Francesca and instructed her to put her wrists together. Taking hold of one of the hanging ropes I bound her wrists together, and then pulled the other end of rope so that her arms were stretched high above her heads. I secured the free end of the rope to a hook on the wall so there was no chance of Francesca going anywhere. The process was then repeated for Paula so that both naked ladies were secured in place.
I then reached for another rope I had left sitting on one of the chairs. One end was secured around Francesca's waist, with the free end then pulled down between her buttocks and under her legs. As I pulled it tight I opened her labia to ensure the rope split her in two. Keeping the tension on the rope I threaded it beneath Paula's legs, up her buttocks and then around her waist. After ensuring the rope had split her labia, I then began to pull it tightly. Both women, who were facing each other, were pulled to within twenty inches of the other and forced to stand on the tip of their toes.
As they began to struggle against their bonds I walked to a light switch on the wall. When I flicked it on, four spotlights burst into life, bathing Paula and Francesca in the light beams. They looked like entertainers in a live stage show, except this was not a stage show one would expect to find on Broadway. Both of them squinted at the bright lights that blinded them from seeing anything of their surroundings.
I left my two lovely ladies suspended in their bondage and went inside to change my clothes in preparation for the arrival of our guests. When I was dressed I walked quietly back over to the yard and into the packing shed. Because of the spotlights neither Francesca nor Paula knew I was there. To my amazement they were both moving back and forward on the rope between their legs while also rotating their pelvises side to side. It was clearly a motion they had worked out that provided stimulation to their labia and clitoris. As I watched their movements became more urgent as they flapped their bodies like a couple of suspended rag dolls blowing in the wind. Paula was the first to groan uncontrollably as she erupted in orgasm. Francesca followed a short time later.
"Bravo, bravo," I clapped, "That was quite a display."
"Oh....no," groaned Paula, "We didn't know you were watching. You bitch!"
"Now, now, ladies," I laughed, "Such language."
"Please let us down, Jane," Francesca pleaded, "We have been punished."
"Punished!" I gave an exaggerated gasp of surprise." Since when is frigging yourself on a rope been punishment.
"Please," Francesca persisted. "My arms are beginning to ache."
