Slowly their breathing returned to normal. The girls silent in with their own
thoughts. Trying to make sense of what I'd just done to them. Amy was softly
crying. The other two, a little more used to the abuse, just knelt quietly.

After letting Jane have time to recover, I moved to her side. Startled Amy, who I
think may have been crying herself to sleep on the table.

I slowly released Jane's feet from the spreader bar and helped the aching girl to
her feet. She was a bit unsteady on her feet as I walked her back to the bedroom.

Liz, still chained on the floor, looked up and her eyes widened as she watched me
helping Jane, her bare breasts still bound, into the room. Jane wincing at the
pain each step transmitted to her bound breasts.

Liz spoke up. "What the hell did you do to her? She looks like she's been through
the war. I thought you were killing them."

I spoke to Liz, "I just played with her." Jane grunted at this. "Seriously, she
didn't obey, I had to punish her."

"Good God. Why?"

"Jane?" She looked up through bleary eyes. "Jane, if I asked you to whip Liz,
would you?"

She began to cry, but nodded.

I saw a really frightened look cross Liz's face, but I ignored that for now.

"Jane, beg to whip Liz."

"Please don't make me hit her, too. Haven't you made me do enough?"

"Jane."

"Please no more. My boobs are on fire. I can't take anymore."

"Beg."

"Oh God." She fell to her knees. "All right. I can't take anymore. Please let me
hit Liz. Please make me whip her tits. Make me hurt her. I'll use the crop. The
paddle. Whatever you want. I'll tie her down. Whip her until she passes out. Oh
God. Please don't make me do it."

I gently placed my hand under Jane's arm and guided her off her knees and to the
bed.

"Jane lay back on the bed. Spread eagled."

Comprehension dawned on her face. She looked at me, still in tears.

"I don't have to hit Liz?"

"No, Jane. I just wanted to hear you beg. I wanted to frighten Liz. And I wanted
to make sure that you learned your lesson. You really would have hit her, if I
demanded it?"

She suddenly looked impish. "You may have had to hit me again, but yes, I would
have." A smile played around her mouth for the first time since she'd wandered
out of the room without permission.

"You are a willful girl."

"That's why you took me isn't it?"

She looked magnificent, spreading herself out. Breasts bound tightly. I began to
work on securing her to the bed. Ropes running from her slender wrists and ankles
and attaching to the bed posts.

"You figure it out. I'll be back in a minute."

I slipped off the bed and released the handcuff from the bedpost holding Liz's
right hand. I had her rise to her bare feet and snapped the cuff around her other
wrist behind her back. She whimpered but allowed the bondage. Like she had a
choice.

As I slowly walked Liz out to where the other girls were quietly talking in the
living room, she whispered a quick word of thanks for not making Jane hurt her.
She surprised me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I deposited her in an
easy chair facing Christi, still kneeling on her heels and Amy still bound to the
table.

I quickly checked Amy's body for lasting marks. She quietly suffered my probes
and tracing of the crop marks.

"You okay?"

Amy just looked up at me. "My tits still hurt like hell, but, yeah, I'll live."

"You comfortable enough?"

"I'd be more comfortable if you untied me."

I laughed. "Amy, sweetheart, I'll tell you this right now. You are going to
remain tied up no matter what for a while. But, if you would prefer, I can tie
you in a more comfortable position, if something is cramping or something."

Amy pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. They were secure, but they weren't
really tight like the hog-tie I had originally had her in. She knew what tight
was. This wasn't causing her any circulation discomfort.

"If I gotta be tied up anyway, this is comfortable enough. Can I have a cushion
for my head?"

I reached for a throw pillow. I gently put my hand under her head and raised it
for her, lowering it carefully onto the pillow.

"Thank-you," she murmured.

I began to walk back down the hall to the bedroom, when I heard Christi's small
voice.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the bedroom. I have to talk to Jane."

"Talk, huh?"

Though her voice was light enough, I thought I detected a note of jealousy in it
as well.

"Christi, I am going back to talk to her. I need to find out some things."

It was pretty clear from the blonde's face that she was pretty sure that I was
going back to have sex with Jane. But it was interesting that she was jealous.

"You girls behave out here. You can talk, but keep it down. I don't want to hear
you. Gets noisy enough and I'll gag you all."

Christi said in a soft voice, "Don't hurt her, okay, she's had enough. Please?"

I leaned down to Christi, the only one of the bound women that had any influence
over things at all, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and whispered in her ear.
"I'll leave her alone. Promise. Okay?"

For some reason, Christi just began crying again, but nodded her head.

I rose and walked back to the waiting girl in the bedroom.