The Trip Part III by Anonymous

The Trip - Part III  - Anon

As he trembled,  he could feel all those eyes upon him. It was as if everyone went silent and turned their gaze to him, the guy bound and kneeling. He could feel her hand in his hair and feel his head roughly pulled back again so that he was looking up at her. "I bet your wondering...what is she going to do with me now?"  

"Well first we have to see what to do about those," she said, and pointed over at the pictures the ladies were holding up  "I know.  How about I let them give you a little pay back first."

With that she let him go, and moved away from him. The ladies began to move toward him, and he felt two hands reach out from behind him. Two guys took ahold of a contraption and began to move it closer to him, and he soon found himself bent over a wooden box, his back and ass exposed.

She walked over to the pictures and began to look through them. As she did, she called out the women's names associated with each one and they began to form a line.

A whip was handed to the first one and she stepped forward. "Did you enjoy the pictures?" she asked as the woman took a few swings of the whip, making marks upon his back.  She passed the whip to the next, and they took their turn. With each crack of the whip he tried to stop from crying out. Each whip mark was being etched on his back. He could not stop himself from crying out as the last few took their turns. That's when his wife got up and made her way back over to where he knelt.   He was forced to watch each step of hers until she vanished behind him. He felt the cool caress of her finger tips.touching the red flesh of his back.

"Don't worry, there is much more to come," she said, her fingers sliding down along his spine while he tried to stay still. He begged, saying he'd be good, saying that he'd do anything, if she would just let him free. He promised he wouldn't say anything about this to anyone if she would just let him go. "Please just let me free and lets just go home!" was the last thing he had said before she interrupted him.

"But I do bore of your words at the moment,." she stated simply.  She reached over into a black bag and pulled out a ball attached to a long strap, and as he was pleading with her, she pushed the ball into his mouth and then pulled the straps tight.

"Shall we continue?" she said with a soft mischeivious laugh. "After all, the auction isn't for some time still."