Tales of the Rope

Chapter 20: Punishment of a Bad Girl Continued
It took a second before he realized that he had struck precisely upon her nipple and that the cracking blow must have sent pain
shooting through her breast like an electric shock.
As he readied himself for the next strike, the girl tried to pull one hand up to cover a breast. But with her elbows bound touching,
the best she could do was to touch the bottom of one breast as she twisted her arms around to the front. He simply targeted the
other breast and again caused her great pain.
Repeatedly the leather snapped out to impact on one of the soft breasts of the bound and naked girl. And repeatedly she cried
out into her gag and tried uselessly to turn herself so that her breasts might not be a target. But he could walk around her much
faster then she could shuffle her bound feet, and the leather continued to mark up the tender skin of her breasts.
It grew hot in the small basement as he continued punishing the bound girl, both of them sweating, one from exertion, one from
pain. When finally he stopped, her breasts were covered with red marks and she was sobbing out her pain. Tears ran down her
cheeks to drop to those punished breasts. He watched as a tear slid down to hang from her left nipple. It was then he also
noticed that those nipples were erect, made large, either from the punishment or fear or maybe sexual excitement. He didn’t
know which and didn’t care.
Dropping the whip into the box of ropes, he went upstairs to check on his daughter. The hallway light illuminated her bed and he
could see as she twisted her head around to again plead with her eyes. “You should have known better,” he said, mostly to
himself. “You should have never tried drugs.” Then he went into the bathroom, peeled of his shirt and toweled off his sweat.
Before returning to the basement he put on a fresh shirt and made a phone call.
He did not talk to the girl standing in the basement. She knew why he was doing this, knew of his anger and was afraid that this
pain, as terrible as it was, would not be enough to satisfy him. Like her bottom, the flesh of her breasts was turning vivid colors
not naturally found on a young woman. He tried to untie the cords around her knees but found them too tight, so he just cut them
free. Then he untied the thin cord from around her ankles.
A trace of hope flashed across her face only to disappear when he retied one end of a rope around an ankle. Soon that ankle
was pulled out to one side and tied towards the wall. The second ankle was soon noosed and also pulled out, spreading her legs
wide. Fear again filled her eyes as the spreading of her legs lowered her head and tightened the noose around her neck. But she
was also afraid because she suddenly realized what target was now presented to his whips. He picked up the slender belt he

had used to mark her breasts and approached the helpless girl. She cried out and shook her head wildly in denial of what she
knew was coming.
The first stroke landed squarely upon her sex, slashed upward with all the strength of a male arm. She screamed into the gag
and jerked backwards. For a long second her eyes were wide with fear and torment as her body leaned back, pulling painfully on
the rope around her neck. When she realized she could not breathe, she jerked her body forward and regained her balance.
Her eyes pleaded, and whines of fear escaped around the rubber ball filling her mouth. She screamed again as the second blow
impacted into her most tender and private place.
He counted slowly and carefully as he whipped her sex until it was swollen and burning with a painful fire. On the tenth stroke
she screamed surprisingly loudly, considering the gag. On the twentieth stroke her eyes grew glassy and he feared she would
faint. So he stopped at twenty-five. He didn’t want her to miss any pain because of unconsciousness.
Untying her legs, he helped her back to a standing position and then released the rope from around her neck. She sank into a
whimpering ball of girl flesh on the floor. He took the rope still dangling from one ankle and passed it through the overhead ring,
pulling her leg up until she was lying on her bound arms and that leg straight up in the air. Then he tied the rope off and went
upstairs, assured that she would still be in the middle of the basement floor when he returned.
When he did return it was to grab some ropes and again leave. A minute later he was back, picking up the girl and carrying her
up the stairs. In the front room he sat her on a chair and bound her ankles together with thin cord. The contact of the hard
wooden seat against her tormented flesh made for a fresh burst of pain. She whimpered but did not try to get out of the chair.
“You’ve been punished,” he said in something of an understatement as he knotted the cords very tightly. “But that’s not enough
for someone who supplies such evil to innocent young people.” He viciously wrapped rope around her legs above the knees,
right over the red marks left from the previous cords. “So I’ve arranged for you to spend the rest of your life being punished.”
Her eyes became alive with fear and puzzlement. And he knew she saw the trunk sitting in the middle of the floor. He stood her
on her feet and wrapped a rope around her middle, pinning her arms tightly to her back. When he finished knotting, the ropes
dug deeply into her tummy and locked her arms against her back. “I know a man who has a fishing boat.” He roughly checked
the gag in her mouth to assure that it hadn’t loosened. “He often travels down to Mexico for game fish.” He pushed her down to
the floor. “The local authorities know him well.” He tied rope to that around her knees. Then he pushed her body in half, forcing
her head near her knees. The rope went up and over the back of her neck. Quickly there were several windings of rope holding
her chin to her knees. “He’s also a bit of a rogue.” He tied a rope from her ankles to her wrists and pulled it tight. “He knows all
the whorehouses in that part of Mexico.” He knotted the rope savagely.

He stood back to catch his breath. The teenage girl on the floor was now a tightly bound package. She was bent double and tied
so that she couldn’t straighten out. She was tied so securely she wouldn’t even be able to roll over. Her big breasts were
squashed against her legs and stuck out to the sides. Her long black hair had shifted to cover her face so he couldn’t see the
fear in her eyes, but he knew it was there.
With a power drill he made several small holes on each side of the trunk. “Want you to be able to breath,” he explained. Then he
lifted the bound and naked body into the trunk. “He knows of a whore house that specializes in girls for men who want to treat a
girl real rough. Understand?” he asked the girl in the trunk. “A lot of men want to whip a naked girl,” he mused. “Then screw her.
You’re young. You’ll probably last twenty years before you’re too old for them to use anymore.” It was a tight fit, but he managed
to force her down until the lid closed. Then he sat down and had a scotch. “You won’t be pushing drugs any more,” he told the
trunk.
His friend showed up on time. After a quick peek inside to confirm its contents, they carried the trunk out to his pickup truck and
roughly deposited it in the back. His friend drove off a happy man, thinking of the pesos he would make. And of the fun screwing
this sweet, young and helpless thing.
Upstairs he sat on his daughter’s bed and considered her naked and still strung-up form. “I think it would be best that you be
taught a lesson,” he told her. “I think that a week of constant tight bondage and some good, old-fashion whipping of your bottom
will help.”
She was whining and struggling weakly as he turned off the light and left.