The Wall 23

This is a brief story about a girl and a wall. I wrote it for a friend to cheer him up, and I thought I'd share it here. Although it's shorter than my other stories, it still follows a genre that I love.

The Wall

Susie saw the wall well before she was forced onto it. She had come in one day to see one of her housemates naked with her hands locked behind her back and her front pressed tightly against the wall in the living room. Her left leg was shaking, and there was a painful guttural cry bouncing off the wall.

Susie couldn't look at her friend. It hurt just watching her. Plus, she knew that the next time she screwed up, she would most likely be the recipient of this new punishment.

Days after the girl had been released, Susie snuck back into the room and looked at the wall. There were no signs of the tortuous incident that had taken place so recently. She hunted around the room looking for clues and finally found the two industrial-strength suction cups in the drawer of the table next to the sofa.

She picked one up and looked at it. The heavy cup had a clasp that would obviously press it tightly onto any flat surface. She wanted to try it but didn't dare. She wasn't supposed to be in this room anyway. Each cup had a short, thin chain attached, maybe an inch long, and when she saw the nipple clips at the end of the chains, she immediately understood the purpose of these horrid tools.

"I made those myself."  The familiar male voice sent shivers down her spine. She dropped the device onto the floor and turned to face him. "You're not allowed in here. If you are in here, you must be in need of a punishment."

Susie looked to the floor and said nothing. She wanted to say she was sorry, wanted to fall to her knees and beg his forgiveness, but she just stood there with the fallen suction cup at her feet.

"I see you found the cups. Since they are out, I think we should put them to use, don't you agree?"

Susie remained muted. Still looking at the floor, she shook her head in agreement.

"Get yourself undressed."

She never liked being naked with him. It always meant that a punishment was coming. She wanted nothing more than to be naked with him in bed, but that never seemed to happen. In his mind, nudity was a punishment. Susie knew she had no choice, so she kicked off her shoes, pulled her top over her head, pulled down her pants, and finally, removed her underwear. She stood naked before him -- waiting.

Susie watched him at the wall. He looked back at the naked girl as he tried to determine the proper height for the two cups. Once he had each in place, he pressed the levers, securing each tightly. The chains hung, waiting for their punishee's arrival.

"Come," he ordered, and she did. Susie stood against the wall as he reached in front of her and lightly rubbed her tits. They immediately became engorged, a feeling she especially enjoyed when he did bother to touch her.

He had to push her closer to the wall to attach the clips. Susie was forced to turn her head and press her cheek to the hard wood. Her toes pressed against the trim at the floor, and she was compelled to stand up straight. As he tightened these clips, her nipples screamed in pain.

She heard him walk away, back to the drawer. He quickly returned, and Susie felt him grabbing her arms and applying the same cuffs her friend had worn.

He walked away again. She couldn't tell if he was still in the room.

"How long?" she cried. No answer. "How fucking long?" She yelled even louder. She tried to turn her head further to see if he was there. A new pain shot through her breasts.  She quickly realized that she could not move a muscle without the pinchers attacking her.

Susie stood very still. She wished for larger breasts. Her little nubs had her plastered to the wall. Her back hurt. Her legs ached. Her neck was sore. Even the simple act of crying made her hurt.

She heard people walking in the front door and was immediately embarrassed. Her punishment was now public, and she was unable to turn to see who was there. She heard the gasps and felt the eyes on her, pitying her, happy it wasn't them on the wall.

"It's Susie," a girl, one of her housemates, said.

"I wonder what she did?" another asked.

"Poor, poor girl," said the third girl as they walked into the back of the house.

With the room quiet again, Susie quickly lost track of time. She didn't know if it had been minutes or hours when he finally came back and stood behind her. "So have you had enough?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," she responded. Even talking hurt.

He stood quietly for a few minutes, and she worried he was going to leave her again. She held her breath and prayed for release. As if he was answering her silent prayer, he stepped toward her and undid the cuffs, allowing some movement. With the palm of his large hand, he pressed her against the wall before sliding his other hand in front of her to undo the clip on each side. A new pain poured through her breasts as the blood began to circulate.

Susie appreciated that he was pressing on her back. Otherwise, she would have fallen to the floor, her legs giving out below her. And when he did finally release her, she turned and looked directly at him. "I'm sorry, Sir," she said demurely.

"You are forgiven. Put this punishment behind you, get your clothes, and remove yourself from this room."

Without saying another word, Susie quickly gathered her clothes and ran up to her room, where she plopped her naked body face down on top of her bed. One of her hands, now free, made its way to her sore tits, while the other went between her legs and began a slow massage.

Susie loved living in this house.