Hanna opened the email from her grandfather with a mixture of excitement and trepidation - he had hinted that he was going to do something special for her birthday but the glint in his eyes had her more than a little concerned about what, exactly, it was going to be.
The email simply read "Come to my Gentleman's Club Saturday 23rd March at 7 p.m. sharp". There was an attachment which gave the address of the club, instructions on how to get there and, rather strangely she thought, an instruction to go to the side entrance. It also said in bold letters "
By no means inform your sister of this invitation
".
This last part slightly intrigued but also delighted Hanna - she always enjoyed getting one over on her sister, Summer. Both girls had been introduced to sex by their grandfather on the night of their eighteenth birthdays; Hanna, being a year older had the benefit of experiencing the old man's sexual proclivities a full sixteen months before her sister and relished in the knowledge that she had bedded their grandfather, or rather that he had bedded her, first. The two girls subsequently compared notes on his deviances although, on some occasions, he would have both girls visit his apartment at the same time; these were the occasions which Hanna, at least, enjoyed the most as she was an avid lover of both male and female genitalia.
When the day arrived, Hanna suddenly realised the invitation had given her no details of dress code. She tried to call her grandfather but without success. Looking through her wardrobe, she decided against any of the semi-slutty outfits she would wear when visiting her granddad and opted, instead, for something quite smart and very demure, accompanied by a sensible pair of shoes.
Hanna made her way to the other side of town which was a mixture of large private houses and financial, as well as other, institutions. She quickly found the club and almost made the mistake of going in the front entrance until, at the last moment, she remembered the strict instruction to use the side entrance. Turning down a narrow alley at the side of the club, Hanna found the side door and rang a bell. The door was answered almost immediately by an elderly man in what could only be described as 1700's livery. His outfit consisted of black, what looked like silk, trousers, a dull yellow waistcoat and a blue jacket with a host of brass buttons. He beckoned her in and closed the door, turning several locks before escorting Hanna to a side room off of the corridor. Once she was inside, he closed and locked the door from the outside.
The room was pitch dark initially and Hanna dared not move for fear of bumping into something; but after several seconds had passed a bright light shone straight at her, illuminating a small table and chair immediately in front of her. Hanna walked over to the table and examined the items on it, which consisted of a black leather bra and a pair of black leather panties which had a zip running from just underneath the waistband at the front all the way to just underneath the waistband at the back. There was also a note bearing her grandfather's distinctive handwriting - it simply said, "Strip and put on the garments provided." As Hanna started to undress, she became aware of a figure sitting in the corner where the light was shining from.
"Grandfather - is that you?" she enquired.
There was no response and she considered making her way over there, but decided against as she was only too aware of how her grandfather would respond if she disobeyed him. She decided to turn her back to the figure in the shadows, in case it was not her grandfather; at least that way, she thought, he will not see my breasts nor my pussy. She finished undressing and slipped on the leather panties, followed by the bra.
"Ugh," she thought, "this stuff is so uncomfortable. Why would anyone choose to wear this?"
When she had done the bra up, she was suddenly aware of a presence behind her but before she could turn, a blindfold had been placed over her head and very shortly her hands had been cuffed together.
"Grandpa - please tell me that it's you. This is starting to creep me out!" she exclaimed.
She still received no response but was led by the cuffs through the room and out of another door. She was led for about thirty seconds before another door was opened and she entered what she thought must be a larger room. She could make out muffled noises but was unable to distinguish what she was hearing; some certainly sounded like the voices of women, others the deeper, hasher tones of men. She heard what sounded like a curtain being pulled open and then she was propelled forward. The cuffs on her wrists were lifted and attached to something above her head and then what sounded like a chain was pulled raising her arms as high as they would go. Finally, the blindfold was removed and she could see that the cuffs were attached to a hook, itself fastened to a chain which led up through a pulley and then dropped down again to her right; the end of the chain was fixed to one of a number of hooks set at different heights cemented into the wall.
"Welcome Hanna," came the voice of her grandfather, "I'm so glad you could make it for your birthday treat."
"Grandfather," she said, relieved to hear his voice, "you had me so worried. This is very uncomfortable. Could you please let me down - I'll do anything that you want - I've never let you down before, have I?"
"Oh, you'll do anything that I want alright Hanna - but you'll do it on my terms and right now I'm enjoying the sight of you bound and at my mercy!" he responded.
Hanna watched her grandfather as he made his way to a cupboard set against the wall, to her left. He searched around inside for a while and his hand came out bearing what resembled a cat of nine tails. He swatted it through the air several times as he made his way back towards her.
"Please grandfather, no - I'll do anything - please don't hurt me," she pleaded.
He lightly brushed the thongs of the cat against her semi-bare buttocks before giving a swift sharp crack of the whip on both of her cheeks.
"Ohhh," she moaned, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Her grandfather repeated the chastising of her arse several more times, each crack of the whip slightly harder than the one before.
"Oh God, Grandfather," she said, "I'm so wet - take me please."
He reached around the front of her panties and pulled the zip down, past her crotch and all the way up her butt, leaving her pussy and arse exposed. He then returned to the cupboard and returned with a contraption that Hanna would later learn is called a spreader bar. He secured this to her ankles, so that her legs were permanently held apart. Once satisfied that he had fastened the bar properly, he picked up the whip again and, holding it between her splayed legs, gave it a quick though not too hard, upward swipe causing Hanna's pussy to spasm. He turned the whip around in his hand and rubbed the handle against her pussy, pressing it firmly against her.
"Oh God, Gramps, your cock, pleaseee," begged Hanna.
She was pleased when she heard the familiar sound of his zip being undone and was already, in her mind, welcoming the familiar cock into her pussy when she felt her grandfather's fingers rubbing some lube into her butthole.
