BENCH
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By Fidelis Blue
Copyright (c) 2002, all rights reserved
'Won't you tell me where we're going?'
He drove on silently,
ignoring her question. They were in a part of town she'd never
visited before, an area of warehouses and seedy office
buildings. At last he turned down a side street and parked. They
got out and he locked the car after them. She followed him
across the road to a wooden door set in a red brick building. He
pressed the buzzer beside it. After a while they heard the sound
of a bolt being drawn and the door opened. A middle-aged man
with white hair wearing a brown carpenter's overall stood
looking at them.
'Mr Dunston?' William said.
The man nodded, then stood
aside to let them enter. They preceded him down a corridor and
through another door, into a large room with a high ceiling. At
one end was a metal staircase ascending to a gantry, along which
were a number of large cupboards. At the side of the room was a
lathe and stacks of timber. In the middle of the room stood a
large polished wooden bench of curious design. Back against the
wall was a sofa covered in black velvet that had seen better
days. Mr Dunston motioned them towards it. William sat down and
indicated to Victoria to sit beside him.
'You wish to purchase one of
our custom-made benches?' Mr Dunston said.
William nodded.
'Very well,' said Mr Dunston.
He gestured towards the object in the centre of the room. 'This
is our deluxe model. All our benches are capable of multiple
adjustments, enabling them to fit any client. But we like to
tailor them to an individual size if possible, to ensure the
optimum fit.'
He waited for William's
response.
'I see,' said William.
'The deluxe model is
designed for three main positions,' Mr Dunston said. 'Now, if
the young lady will permit, I can demonstrate its use.'
Victoria looked at William,
who motioned her towards Mr Dunston. Nervously she got to her
feet and approached the bench. Mr Dunston took her wrists and
drew her forward so that the front of her hips rested against
one end. Putting a hand in the small of her back, he pressed her
down so that she was stretched along the bench's length. From a
drawer at the far end of the bench he took two thin leather
straps. Deftly he slipped them around her wrists then through
two slots at the edge of the bench, buckling them so that her
wrists were held. Her head protruded over the edge of the bench.
Reaching underneath, Mr Dunston pulled out a small shelf, padded
and covered in black leather. He locked it into place, then
pressed her head down so that her chin rested on the pad. Taking
two more straps from the drawer, he went round behind her and
strapped her ankles to the legs of the bench.
'Now, you see,' he said to
William, 'the young lady is securely held fore and aft, and you
may work at either end as you please. In my judgement the height
is about right, though I think perhaps we might lose just an
inch. What is your view?'
William stood up and
approached Victoria. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, almost
high enough to reveal her underwear. It was a warm day and she
wore no stockings, only a pair of the skimpy little black silk
knickers William favoured. As he stood behind her, she felt his
groin press lightly against her buttocks, bumping against her
once or twice. Then he moved to the front, standing just in
front of her face. The fly of his trousers were on a level with
her mouth. He reached down and put his hands on each side of her
head, cradling it carefully. He stood still for a moment,
leaning slightly towards her mouth but not quite touching, then
released her.
'Fine,' he said. 'It's the
right height.'
'Very well,' said Mr Dunston.
'Now for the ingenious part. As you will see, each of the legs
is hinged.'
He went around the bench,
moving a catch at each corner. Then, holding the front end, he
pushed the legs outwards and lowered it until the headboard
rested on the ground. The hinges on the back two legs allowed
the bench to fold downwards in an upturned V while still
supporting it. Victoria, her wrists still attached to the sides
of the bench, was bent double, her head falling down, her bottom
stretched over the back end.
'The beauty of this
position,' said Mr Dunston, 'will be readily apparent. It is by
far the best one for administering discipline from behind.'
Mr Dunston indicated
Victoria's posterior.
'May I?'
William nodded. Mr Dunston
lifted Victoria's white linen skirt up to her waist, at last
revealing the black silk knickers. With his finger and thumb Mr
Dunston pinched the centre of her right buttock through the thin
material.
'You will see that in this
position the muscle is tight, the skin drawn taut over the
buttocks,' he said. 'This will guarantee that whatever force is
applied will have maximum effect.'
'Yes, I see,' said William.
'However,' continued Mr
Dunston, 'the pièce de resistance is yet to come.'
He unstrapped Victoria's
wrists and ankles. She stood up and watched as he lifted the
front of the bench back into position. He motioned to Victoria
to approach, this time lying her down on her back. Once more he
attached her wrists to the sides. He also produced a wider
leather strap, which he fixed across her waist just above the
hips, pinning her tightly to the top of the bench. He moved two
catches at the end where her head was and lowered that end of
the bench to the floor, so that Victoria found herself leaning
backwards at an angle of forty-five degrees, supported by her
wrists and the strap around her waist.
Mr Dunston lifted up the
legs on either side of Victoria's head and locked them into
place at right angles to the sloping top of the bench. He
produced two more leather straps, longer than the ones that held
her wrists, and attached one to each of Victoria's ankles,
pulling them back towards her head, fixing them to the legs of
the bench on either side. The effect was to lift up her buttocks
and draw her legs apart, rather as if she were prepared for a
gynaecological examination. Her skirt had fallen back to her
waist, exposing her knickers once more.
'Now, you see,' Mr Dunston
said to William, 'the subject is positioned for either of two
activities. The legs are conveniently parted should you wish to
work between them. And the bottom is raised and, once again,
rendered nice and tight by virtue of having the legs drawn so
far back.'
William was impressed. 'Most
ingenious.'
'Might I enquire,' said Mr
Dunston, 'as to whether you have a preferred implement?'
'Well, I generally use a
whip.'
'I see,' said Mr Dunston, in
a tone that suggested he knew better. 'I wonder if I might make
a proposal?'
'Of
course.'
'If you are going to work
between the legs,' he continued, 'I think you will find that a
heavy strap is more accurate, and will cause sufficient pain but
not inflict damage. As for the bottom, a cane is more easily
wielded than a whip, and will also leave a more distinct mark.
Should you care to see some examples?'
'Very well,' said William.
Mr Dunston ascended the
metal staircase and walked along the gantry until he came to one
of the cupboards. He opened it and selected two items from the
contents. He came back down the stairs and showed William a
thick leather strap narrowing to a handle at one end, slit up
the middle at the other. He also held a short, thin bamboo cane.
William examined them both with interest.
'The strap is known as a
tawse in Scotland, where it has always been the choice of
disciplinarian schoolmasters,' said Mr Dunston. 'Should you like
to see a demonstration?'
'No!' Victoria suddenly
cried. 'No, please, William. Don't let him.'
The two men looked at her
for a moment, both equally displeased by this intervention.
'A further suggestion,' said
Mr Dunston.
From a drawer at the side of
the room he produced a gag, a red rubber ball with leather
straps attached. He handed it to William, who advanced on
Victoria. For a moment she thought to resist, clamping her mouth
shut. But William said 'Open' in the particular tone of voice
that always made her shiver, and she meekly let him push the
ball into her mouth and strap it tight behind her head. William
moved to one side. With her legs drawn upwards and outwards, he
could see the outline of Victoria's sex beneath the thin silk
knickers, see the plump, tender labia and the cleft between
them.
'Please proceed,' he said to
Mr Dunston.
Raising the tawse high, Mr
Dunston brought it down smartly between Victoria's legs. A
muffled sound came from behind her gag. Mr Dunston raised the
tawse again and laid it hard across the same spot. Once more the
tawse lifted and fell with a thwack on the tightly stretched
knickers. Victoria's face was flushed.
'Now the cane,' said
William.
Mr Dunston took the thin
bamboo and swished it from side to side.
'You will observe how
flexible it is, yet very strong,' he said.
He took aim at Victoria's
bottom and brought the cane down hard across both buttocks,
exactly in the centre. Again Victoria made a stifled noise. Mr
Dunston waited for the full force of the blow to sink in, then
accurately laid down another in the same spot. Victoria wriggled
uselessly against her bonds. Further blows followed at regular
intervals, William allowing six in all.
'Thank you,' he said. 'Most
impressive. I'll take both the cane and the tawse. Now when can
you deliver the bench?'
'Would the end of the week
suit you?' said Mr Dunston.
They
went towards the far end of the room to a desk covered in
papers, leaving Victoria prostrate on the bench. She could hear
them busying themselves with the sales arrangements. When they
returned, Mr Dunston lifted the bench back up and William
loosened her bonds. She stood up, feeling both stiff and sore,
and he took the gag off.
'Lift
your skirt,' he said.
There was a brief moment
when she thought to resist, but she merely shrugged her
shoulders as if to register a protest and raised her skirt up to
her waist. William reached out and pulled her knickers half way
down her thighs. He and Mr Dunston contemplated the pattern of
parallel red welts across the ivory skin.
'You're right,' said
William. 'Excellent definition.' Then he pulled the knickers
back in place.
They walked back down the corridor to
the outside door. Mr Dunston handed William the two implements,
wrapped in brown paper, and shook him by the hand.
As Victoria and William
crossed to the car she said, 'I can't believe you let that old
man do those things to me.'
William was silent. They got
in the car. It was dusk and the street lamps had just come on.
They drove towards the city.
'Take your knickers off,'
said William.
She hesitated for a moment,
then reached up under her skirt and drew her knickers down over
her ankles, laying them beside her on the seat. He reached
across and pulled up her skirt. He put a hand between her legs,
pushing his middle finger up into her sex.
'If you didn't like it, why
are you so wet?' he said.
She didn't answer. He
withdrew his hand.
'Now masturbate,' he said.
'What?' she demanded.
'Don't make me repeat
myself,' said William.
She spread her thighs and
put her hand between her legs. Her finger found the soft little
bud, swelling already, slippery and eager. She began to caress
it. They drew up at a set of lights. Alongside was a big truck.
She looked up and saw the driver watching her.
'He's looking at me,' she
hissed.
'Good,' said William.
They accelerated away from
the lights. She looked around nervously, fearing other
observers. But her finger was working rapidly now. She felt the
wave of desire rising. William stared impassively forward.
Suddenly she gave a low moan. Her thighs gripped her hand, her
hips rose up, twitching with pleasure.
She relaxed back into the
soft expensive leather of her seat, her hand still between her
legs. They drove on through darkening streets.
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