Bac to Nature

The male captor with us stared at Susan. "Get him hard," he snapped. "I do not care how you do it." Susan and I briefly looked at each other but we both quickly averted our eyes. With a sigh, she stepped over and took my cock in her hand. I groaned as she silently moved it up and down my shaft. While this was happening, the female captor produced a whip from the duffel bag.

It did not take long for me to become aroused. Susan was very good at that. She was then handed the whip and instructed, "Okay. You will now whip his cock and taunt him with complaints about his small penis and his inability to satisfy you in bed. If your performance is not convincing, she," and here he pointed to his colleague, " will take over and do it right. Now. Begin."

Swallowing hard, Susan lightly raked the whip across my groin. "You are to taunt him as you go. And snap the whip harder." Again, she lightly cracked the whip between my legs and haltingly muttered, "Your penis is...it is too small to..umm...satisfy me.'

Angrily, the male captor grabbed the whip away from Susan. Nodding, he handed it to his female accomplice. "Obviously, we are going to show you how to do this," he barked at my wife. The female captor snapped the whip hard against my cock. Groaning, my knees buckled but spreadeagled across the bedpost, I was helpless. 'How did you ever think that you could please a woman with this thing," my captor said. Again, the whip snapped hard against me. As I was moaning and breathing heavily, she continued, "You are pathetic. Why would anyone marry you?" For a third time, the whip came across my penis.

Our captor handed the whip back to Susan, informing her, "Now do it right or we will just take over and you can watch."

Although moaning and breathing heavily, I got out, "Susan, honey, just...well, just do as they say." If I was going to have to endure having my cock whipped, I would rather have it done by my loving wife instead of a stranger. That was the lesser evil.

Harder than before, Susan cracked the whip between my legs. As I groaned, she muttered, "Your penis is..ahh, soooo small." Again, she snapped the whip against me. "I have never really...umm... had an...ahh...orgasm with you." Once more, the whip snapped against me. This seemed to continue for an eternity.

Eventually, she was allowed to stop. The captors released my ankle and wrist restraints. Dropping to my knees, I bent over and cupped both hands over my throbbing cock. I was allowed to remain there for a few minutes, composing myself. During that time, not a word was said. Then, the male captor barked, "Okay, get up." As I slowly made my way to my feet, he continued, "Now, you will have a chance to get even. Restrain your wife against the bedpost in the way that you were confined."

I knew the fate that had befallen me. And now I was being ordered to impose the same discipline on the woman I loved. The woman who was the mother of our children. But I knew that if I refused, our captors would still use the whip on her, as the female captor had done with me. I would have to watch and that would be even worse than being made to do it myself

Biting my lip, I took first one and then the other wrist and cuffed them to the bedpost. Kneeling down, I pulled her legs apart and cuffed her ankles.

Bending over the duffel bag, the female captor produced two clamps. Handing them to me, she commanded, "Put these on her nipples." I tried to be as gentle as possible. But Susan gasped as each clamp snapped into place.

The male captor handed me the whip, "You know what to do," he began. "Whip this pussy into shape. And tell her what a bad lay she is as you are doing it." He then stepped back to witness my performance.

Shaking, I snapped the whip between her legs. "Susan," I started, "you are not a...ah...good lay." She groaned and squirmed against the restraints as the whip again found its mark. As before, when it was me spreadeagled across the bed, it did not seem that this would ever end. But eventually it did.

The female captor took back the whip and replaced it in the duffel bag. I was allowed to remove her cuffs. Her knees buckled and I held her as she dropped to the floor. She was crying and it pained me to the core that, even though I had not really had a choice, I had been forced to be the instrument that had brought her to tears. Haltingly, I put my arm around her. "Susan, honey, " I said lovingly, "maybe now I should take off the nipple clamps." She nodded slowly.. As softly as I could, I pulled away the implements that I had been made to attach to her.. She gasped as I did so and vigorously rubbed her breasts with hands. I leaned over and lightly kissed her on the cheek. Both of us naked, I stayed there with my arm around my wife, as our captors stared down at us from above. There was total silence in the room. But we could hear loud moans and screams coming from the room across the hall.