I had been keeping a surreptitious eye on the disrobing Nurse Benjamin. She had had her back turned to me and I couldn't quite see what was what in the mirror. She was down to panties and a tantalizing glimpse of the under curve of bare breast when she disappeared behind the screen in the corner of the room.
Nurse Benjamin reappeared.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Ooh ma gurgle!"
The latter was from Miss Lawrence, who had her mouth full.
Nurse Benjamin was the works. Xena the Warrior Princess would have crawled into a corner to die.
With a plop Miss Lawrence disengaged herself from her vital life-saving task and unsteadily stood up.
"Come back here! Three more slurps and I'll come!"
She didn't hear me. I can't say I'm surprised.
Working from the top down, Nurse Benjamin's wild hair was confined by a leather band around her head. Her breasts were just about confined by a short leather jerkin that revealed rippling stomach muscles. The jerkin was tied by leather thongs, and it did not meet in the middle. Her leather cuffs were held together with the same thongs. Her biceps made me gulp yet again.
"Oooh!"
Miss Lawrence was engaged on the same voyage of discovery as me.
Nurse Benjamin's skirt stopped short of heaven by a single breath. The skirt, of course, was leather. I don't know if a Warrior Princess's underwear is called knickers, panties or something more archaic and warrior-like, but I assumed that whatever they were called they were leather. Her thighs were powerful. There was no other word for them. Her laced boots were – leather.
You get the picture. The theme here was leather.
That meant the whip could be made of only one thing.
I gulped yet again, noisily. I pressed my backside firmly into the damp hospital mattress.
"Not me – her! I'm the thrasher. She's the thrashee."
Miss Lawrence nodded eagerly.
"It's your money," said the Amazon Queen. "And for me – a labor of love…"
Nurse Benjamin drew herself up to her full height, which was several levels of altitude greater than Jay's full height. Now I knew for a fact that Miss Lawrence had never been – chastised – by a woman. There is a first time for everything, and it was plain that this was it for Jay and Sapphic thrashing.
Nurse Lawrence reached out and held Jay by the back of the head. Jay went on tiptoes as Nurse Benjamin drew her up and examined her eyes. It was Miss Lawrence's turn to gulp. Apparently satisfied, Nurse Benjamin held my quivering friend at arm's length. I looked down and saw that she was still on tiptoe.
The whip cracked. Miss Lawrence yelped.
"Yelp!"
Nurse Benjamin led Jay to my bed, my partner in crime looking quite the little lamb to the slaughter. Her eyes had already adopted the abstracted, blissed-out, glazed expression, which is peculiar to breast-feeding babies and terminal spankees.
"Harry – help me! Help me!"
Miss Lawrence loves to lay the drama on with a trowel. I could just picture her lashed to a railway track, with the 5:15 from Shepton Mallet bearing down upon her frantically struggling form.
"That doesn't sound too convincing, my dear. Take it like a woman. Carry on, Nurse Benjamin."
"Be silent, Mr. Neptune."
Nurse Benjamin thrust Jay into my arms. Or it would have been into my arms if those damn handcuffs weren't there. She crouched over my torso, her face an interesting blend of bliss and trepidation. I started to feel disagreeably confined.
"Get these bloody things off me!"
Nurse Benjamin ignored me. Jay wrapped her arms round my neck and closed her eyes tight.
Buttons from Miss Lawrence's skirt sprayed across the room as Nurse Benjamin removed it without recourse to the conventions of good clothes care. There was a satisfying ripping sound – I do like that sound – as the Lawrence knickers followed the skirt with one sweep of a mighty arm. Jay moaned in ecstasy, knicker-ripping being one of her favorite things, along with chocolate in any form and a peculiarly ugly aging French film star. My cock rallied and sprang up like a fiberglass tent pole – boinng! I realized that my gown was still flipped up and my rod swayed merrily in the breeze, vulnerably exposed to the full onslaught of the domme's advances. I remembered coming across a terrifying site about cock and ball torture on the Net and I flushed, blanched, winced and flinched in rapid succession.
Miss Lawrence's bare white bottom was exposed to the fresh air and the ministrations of Nurse Benjamin. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. She was starting to strangle me, her body squirming rhythmically against my captive torso. Alas, my manhood was too far south of her moistening pussy to take a dip, the distinctive difference between our respective heights normally requiring a trip through the Kama Sutra for the Climbing Lotus position.
"Gerroff!"
Miss Lawrence whimpered and ground her hips against my belly. This was torture, without any recourse to nips and clips upon my apparatus. Groaning in pre-orgasmic bliss, my little friend clasped the metal bed-head and dribbled pussy juice upon my fiery loins.
"She hasn't even touched you yet."
With a crack the whip landed on Miss Lawrence's unprotected buttocks and she leapt as if she had been shot. A bright angry weal appeared.
"She has now."
The whip cracked again.
Miss Lawrence's whimpers against my neck became more ragged with each crack. She buried her face further into my neck and began to wriggle like an eel on a spear. Her breath came hot against my jugular vein.
"Harry…"
Her fingers dug in and her breathing was now loud, gasping for air.
"Harry… Oh my god… Harry…!"
Nurse Benjamin let loose a flurry of blows. Jay's whole body began to shake.
"Oh yes… Harry… yes… yes… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Jay collapsed across my injured body. Nurse Benjamin gave one more lash for luck and stood back. The grip on my neck relaxed. Miss Lawrence slowly slipped off the bed until she was in a kneeling position with her head resting on the mattress.
She gave a gentle snore.
Nurse Benjamin looked down at me. I looked up at Nurse Benjamin. Her breath was ragged too with the exertion of whipping – or something related…
"Now, Mr. Neptune."
Nurse Benjamin hung the whip over my aerial tractioned foot. She stepped over Jay and knelt on the bed, straddling my chest. She lifted her leather skirt and thrust her pelvis to within a foot of my face.
Yep, whatever they were, they were leather all right. Tied at the sides with – leather thongs. The mixed smell of leather and woman was intoxicating. I felt my manhood resurge.
Nurse Benjamin tugged at the thongs and pulled the leather whatsits away. Her wet quim glistened through dark curly damp hair. She grasped the tall bed head and before I could take a decent breath, engulfed me in sweet wet rampant Amazon pussy.
All I had to do was survive. She took care of everything else. She slipped and slid over my face, grinding herself onto me. Her great thighs gripped my head in a vice.
I could feel her pulse hammering. I swore I could hear her pulse hammering. She ground harder and harder at me. I would have tried to breathe through my ears, but they were trapped by her thighs.
My head was pressed back against the pillows. I wondered if I could breathe through her pussy.
After what seemed hours but must have been no more than a minute or two, she gave a titanic cry and I felt myself drenched with her juices. She went still for a moment, then slowly and lasciviously rubbed herself up and down my dripping face.
At last she stopped and leaned back.
"Hah hah hah hah…"
I wasn't laughing; I was reacquainting myself with the sensation of dragging oxygen into my lungs.
Miss Lawrence had recovered her senses during this performance and was examining her bottom in the mirror over the washbasin.