Bob 2

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Part 3

Mary had a hard job concentrating in school that day. Usually in the top two or three of every class, several teachers were surprised at having to tell her off for day dreaming. The same teachers also asked if she was well as she looked flushed. Mary passed it off by explaining she was getting over a slight cold she’d had over the weekend.

The truth of course was that she was so sexually wound up she had had to put a pad in her knickers because her fanny wouldn’t stop juicing. Add to that a throbbing engorged clit which refused to go down and kept rubbing on her knickers she was constantly on the verge of a huge climax.

For several years Mary had known she had a strong sadistic streak, long before she’d even heard of the word to describe it. Her best ever fantasies were about hurting boys, and as she became sexually aware these fantasies took on a far more sexual nature. She remembered the excitement of seeing a boy hit in the crutch by a football and the way he rolled on the ground holding himself down there. Finally she had a chance to find out just how vulnerable a boy was, and she couldn’t wait to experiment. She really needed information though so she set herself a task to see what she could find on the web about it as soon as she was able to.

Life had suddenly got so much better.

Bob on the other hand had not had a good day. The state of his bottom made sitting down painful and he had been escorted between classes by two prefects at all times. By the time Mary arrived to pick him up he had been stood in the corner of the headmistress’s study for over half an hour. His anger had returned and he was more than ready to attack Mary the second he got her on her own. She might be bigger than him but no way was a girl going to push him around anymore.

As soon as Mary walked in the room she noticed the attitude change in Bob. She was obviously going to have to be very careful if she was to stay on top of things. Mary was sure that Bob would make his move after they turned into the small quiet lane leading to the back of their homes. It was too small for traffic and there wasn’t likely to be anyone else around at that time of day. As it happens that is exactly what Bob was planning. About twenty yards into the lane there was an “S” bend where the lane went around a small water pumping station. They would be out of sight from either end of the lane there which would be ideal. It shouldn’t come as any surprise that Mary also thought the same thing and guessed that’s where Bob would wait to make his move. A pre-emptive strike was called for.

They were no more than five yards into the lane when Mary attacked, kicking Bob behind the knee then as Bob’s leg gave way and he started to fall a second kick caught him right between his legs. Mary’s luck was in, she had scored a direct hit on his balls. Bob was on the ground curled up with his hands between his legs. It took very little effort for Mary to pull his hands behind him and tie them there. Now Bob was secure, Mary removed his shoes and socks, stuffing the socks into the shoes which she tied together by their laces. Mary then decided it wouldn’t hurt to go the whole mile, so with a wicked grin she stripped Bob of his trousers as well. He wasn’t wearing underpants as Mary hadn’t wanted any excess padding to reduce the pain of sitting. Tying his trousers around his neck she forced Bob to his feet and made him hold the shoes in his mouth by the laces.

“Drop them and you’ll go without shoes for a week” she warned.

Grabbing Bob by the hair she forced his head down to the level of her waist and walked Bob home the rest of the way bent double. It was a very painful walk for Bob, he wasn’t used to going without shoes and the lane was quite stony. Of course being bent double and dragged along by his hair didn’t help either, nor did the fact that he was half naked.

Part 4

Mary had promised Bob’s mum that she would feed him and make sure he was in bed at a reasonable time. She had also got a list of foods Bob refused to eat, but his mum would wish he would for his health’s sake. Naturally anything green was at the top of this list. The truth is that for quite some time now Bob had eaten nothing but junk food. That was about to change. The first thing Mary did was to stop Bob from having the money to buy school dinners, he would in future take a packed lunch made by her, the dinner money she would keep as a bonus. Bob was starving, his lunch of raw carrot, lettuce and tomato had done little for someone used to things like sausage, chips and baked beans. What was worse is that his supervisors had made him eat the disgusting stuff.

“Right Bob, if you can do exactly what you are told without causing any trouble I’ll make you a nice hot meal.” “Any trouble and you will go to bed without anything. “Do you think you can manage to behave for once?” asked Mary as she took hold of his balls and lightly squeezed them.

Bob’s balls were still throbbing from the kick, and he was without a doubt hungry so he decided to play along at least until after his meal. Not taking any chances Mary then tied a piece of rope around Bob’s balls, she was sure a hard yank with that would have the desired effect if he tried anything. Watching him carefully, Mary untied his hands and told him to take off the rest of his clothes and fold them neatly on top of the hall table. Until he showed a lot of improvement he would not be wearing clothes inside the house, as that would save a lot of messing around when he needed to be punished.

With the rope through Bob’s legs, and her trusty hairbrush in her other hand, Mary felt she had perfect control of Bob. To remind him of this she gave his bottom a couple of hard swats and ordered him to the kitchen. The table was littered with left over junk food and dirty dishes which Bob’s mum had simply been too tired to deal with. Under Mary’s constant guidance rubbish was bagged and taken out to the bin, dishes were washed, dried and put away, and the table to was wiped clean. Mary decided that would do for that day as she had things of her own she wanted to get on with. Scrubbing the kitchen floor could wait for one more day.

Tying a loop in the rope around Bob’s balls, Mary placed her foot in it then lowered her foot to the floor forcing Bob to squat down.

“Hands in front of you, wrists crossed,” Mary demanded.

Once again Bob’s hands were tied, lifted to behind his head and the rope passed a couple of times around his neck. Sitting Bob in a chair Mary then proceeded to make a nice stir fry with a small amount of chicken, broccoli, cauliflower, onions and green peppers, making sure the vegetables were still nice and crisp. She then sat in a chair facing him, put her foot back in the loop of the rope and gave it a little tap to remind him of the consequences of any revolt. It’s probably true to say that Bob hated every mouthful Mary fed him, but eat it he did in order to protect his balls. There were tears in his eyes as he thought longingly of the junk food he would normally have eaten.

Meal over, Mary led Bob to the bathroom, cleaned his teeth, removed the rope from around his balls, much to Bobs relief, and sat him on the toilet.

“Make sure you do everything you need to, your next chance will be tomorrow morning, and god help you if you wet your bed.”

When Bob indicated he was finished Mary put on a rubber glove and cleaned him up, first with paper and then a wash cloth. She then used his toothbrush to thoroughly and painfully scrub his tender rosebud to ensure it was spotless.

Now making Bob kneel down she used a towel to blindfold him.

“I forgot to give you a drink with your dinner so we’ll take care of that now.” Mary said, slipping off her knickers.

During the day, Bob’s senses or smell, taste and touch had gradually filtered the information of his morning drink and reached the correct solution as to just what it was. While feeling totally disgusted about it he was also a little excited that he’d actually had Mary’s fanny pressed against his mouth. It was this excitement that now caused a twinge in his groin and his cock took over from his brain and started to harden, much to Mary’s delight.

Once again Mary took great satisfaction in emptying her bladder directly into Bob’s mouth. Deciding she deserved a reward for how she’d handled the day, she made Bob lick her to a climax. And what a climax it was, her own masturbation efforts had never even come close to this. Her legs gave way and BOB’s head was slammed back onto the toilet as she struggled not to collapse completely.

Bob’s face was now well coated in Mary’s juices and his mouth would taste of her pee for a long while, he was ready for bed. And he soon was in bed, face down with his arms and legs tied to each corner.

“I was going to spank your bottom for attacking me in the lane, but of course you never actually managed to do that did you, and your bottom looks like it might need a rest” Mary explained.

Tom sighed with relief.

“However there is nothing wrong with your thighs” Mary added

Five minutes later Tom’s thighs from just below his bottom to just above his knees were as hot and red as his bottom had been that morning. Bob of course had been reduced to a snivelling wreck yet again.

“I’m setting up a baby alarm, Bob, if I hear so much as a squeak out of you all night you will be very sorry come morning,” Mary told him.

“Now get to sleep and have a good night”

It was six pm, so after a quick clean up of the dinner dishes, Mary left to have her own dinner and follow up with some searching of the web for things she had thought of that would come in handy.

(The End)