I couldn’t forget Darren’s message that he needed to ‘teach me a lesson’. I had an odd desire to see him. I wondered how he would ‘teach me a lesson’. I wondered if it would involve spanks or going down on my knees or just some hard, brutal sex like last night all over again. My silly, hungry pussy tingled excitedly at the thought.
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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 10
The Bimbo Wedding is femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding. Read Chapter 1 here.
Apparently deciding that I had been chastised enough, the women’s conversation drifted away from me to their make-up and their hair. I drifted happily into silence, mostly ignoring them and sipping at my coffee.
I had no idea what to do today, other than avoid Darren. Luckily, from something one of the women had said, he had had an early breakfast and then gone for a drive to see an old friend. We wouldn’t expect him back until close to lunchtime.
The rest of the party slowly drifted in, everyone clearly having had a late night. The last to arrive was Courtney. I would have been tense, worried that she was going to yell at me again, except that Brad was leading her bent double, his hand buried in her hair.
‘Good,’ he said, looking around the room. ‘You’re mostly all here. It’s time for Courtney’s punishment. Isn’t it, darling?’ he said, using his grip in her hair to push her head down lower so that she gasped.
‘Yes, Brad,’ she said quietly, sounding subdued. ‘I’m sorry, Brad.’
‘Sorries don’t mean anything unless we change our behaviour, Courtney,’ he said, and I wanted to slap him for his patronising tone. I gathered from his following words that he was punishing her for losing control yesterday during the bimbo game. ‘That’s why we’re going to punish you here in front of everyone.’
‘Yes, Brad,’ Courtney said demurely.
I didn’t want to watch Brad ‘punish’ Courtney. I really wanted to get up and leave but I couldn’t work out how to do that without anyone noticing me or drawing unhelpful attention to myself. It was my fault that Courtney had lost her temper last night, after all.
I wondered if Courtney would want me to tell Brad to stop but I knew she wouldn’t — she was always very fervent, even starry eyed about a husband’s ‘right to chastise’ his wife. Thankfully, both Brad and Courtney ignored me.
He sat her down on one of the breakfast chairs and unceremoniously pulled the top of her tube dress down, and then her push-up bra, so that her breasts were fully exposed. They really were glorious boobs — firm and round, perfectly shaped, I could see why she was so obsessed with them.
Brad knelt down beside her and I wanted to look away as he unzipped her skirt, fully exposing her pussy.
‘I’m going to hurt you,’ he said, an uncompromising tone in his voice. ‘Because you deserve it. Say thank you, in advance. I’m spending time on my holiday to train you in better behaviour. Thank me for the honour I’m doing you.’
‘Thank you, Brad,’ Courtney said, her voice low, a pink flush rising in her cheeks. ‘Thank you for the honour.’
‘Good. Now keep your hands on the chair on each side of you. You do not have any right to protect your breasts from what I’m about to do. Do you?’
‘No, Brad,’ said Courtney, flushing again.
I knew how much she loved her boobs and thought they were sacred. I flinched as Brad took a series of clamps out of his pockets and placed them on the table. They looked frankly terrifying — like heavy duty narrow bulldog clips but with serrated teeth on the inside. Without any hesitation, Brad clipped one to Courtney’s right nipple and I saw her eyes go wide as she hissed with the pain.
‘You brought this on yourself,’ Brad said flatly. ‘You spoilt little bitch. I’ve been too easy on you.’
I could see the tears forming in Courtney’s eyes as he fastened the second clip onto her left nipple, sadistically pressing it tighter with his fingers for a couple of seconds while she yelped involuntarily.
‘Quiet,’ Brad said, his voice uncaring, and Courtney licked her lips, her eyes wide.
Brad ran a chain between the two clamps, tightening it and pulling her wide nipples forcibly together, intensifying the pain as the serrated teeth bit into her even more. Then he picked up the final clamp and I could see with horror that he was going to clip it onto her clit.
‘Silly girl,’ said Brad, chuckling to himself as he parted her labia with practised fingers. ‘This is all your fault, isn’t it, Courtney?’
‘Yes, Brad,’ she said, her voice soft. ‘It’s my fault.’
‘You’re going to be better in future, aren’t you? Because if you aren’t, you know I’ll just hurt you again. And again. As long as it takes you to learn how to behave. You’re good to look at and fun to fuck, but that doesn’t mean anything if you’re not also sweet and well behaved. Does it?’
‘Yes, Brad,’ Courtney whispered, then she yelped as Brad clipped the last clamp straight onto her clit. The nasty bulldog clips were very strong and I could see how much it hurt her as her eyes widened and she started breathing carefully to survive the pain.
Brad wasn’t done, by any means. He fastened a chain from the clamp on her clit up to the chain on her breasts, increasing the tension on all the clamps and forcing the little serrations on the clamps deeper into her sensitive flesh. Courtney was making little involuntary squeaks of pain by the time the chains were as tight as Brad wanted them to be.
Then he gestured for Chester to come and sit beside her. The big man had been watching avidly, clearly very keen to assist Brad in punishing Courtney, and he changed places immediately.
Brad told Chester that he could pull on the chain while Brad got ready for the next part of the punishment. Chester started pulling sadistically, sharply on the chain, sometimes upwards, sometimes out and sometimes side to side, chuckling to himself as he did. By the time Brad was ready, Courtney was gasping for breath and crying little cries of pain, tears running down her perfectly made-up face.
‘Oh, be quiet,’ snapped Brad, though I could tell he was viscerally enjoying the Courtney’s physical reaction to the pain. ‘
She gulped and forced herself to be quiet, breathing heavily.
‘Tell me you’re not going to do it again, Courtney,’ Brad said heavily, pulling upwards on the clit clamp with sharp little tugs. ‘I can do this all day.’
‘I’m not going to do it again,’ Courtney hiccoughed through the tears, clearly struggling not to cry.
‘Repeat after me: ‘I let you down, Brad. I let my future husband down. I’m sorry’.’
‘I let you down, Brad,’ Courtney said, very voice soft and regretful. ‘I let my future husband down. Oh, I’m so sorry.’
‘Again: ‘I will behave like the sweet, little girl you deserve me to be’.’
‘Yes, Brad,’ Courtney whimpered. ‘I promise. I will behave like the sweet, little girl you deserve.’
‘That’s a start,’ said Brad, his voice cruel and uncompromising. ‘Show me how good you are at obeying me.’
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