He invited a friend over to watch her at playtime. Together the two men watched his woman girlishly wring her hands before them as she asked permission to play. He kissed her sweetly on the lips and suggested she play with her bike.
When she pedaled on the little tricycle, her knees were drawn up and bent, her legs lewdly splayed apart in the most graphic display. Even if she wanted to close her legs to them, even if she was allowed to, she could not. When she pedaled to them, she could hardly meet their eyes. He invited his friend to touch her soft skin and the two of them each placed a hand on her breasts, gazing at her as she blushed and squirmed and soaked the plastic seat. When her nipples were hard and aching, he brought out clamps and showed them to
his friend. His friend didn’t miss her cringe. Her nipples were clamped. A length of chain, perfectly measured and cut, was attached from the clamps to the foot pedals of her tricycle. They gave her a little push on the bike and told her to keep going.
Around and around in circles she went. The chain was cut just so. Each time the pedal reached its lowest rotation, it pulled unmercifully on her nipples, tugging first the left one, then the right one. Left, right, left right, the faster she pedaled. When she tried to slow down so she wouldn’t jerk on them, they urged her faster with taps from the crop, following her easily on two legged strides, cropping her swaying breasts and her upper buttocks. All the while she scooted around on the seat, rocking back and forth.
“Is my poor girl aching?” he asked. “Come, then.”
He freed her nipples from the clamps. He and his friend bent their heads at her chest, each taking a sore tip into
their mouths, tonguing and drawing deeply, teething just a little bit. He placed fresh clips on them, this time the one with the heavy weighted bells. She moaned when they were attached.
“Position yourself,” he ordered.
She clambered gingerly on the back step of the little bike, her hands gripping the handlebars for balance. She bent over low, low, low as he had trained her to do, and raised her up on her toes. The bells swung down, tugging her nipples in the other direction now.
He peeled her cheeks apart and blew on her ass. A blunt finger pressed the puckered hole, fucked her there. The bells rang and rang, and rang as her body shook. Two hands held her hips firmly. She squealed as another hard hand came down hard on her bottom.
“Count and thank us for your discipline, my girl.”