Three J's and an S Go Skiing Day 06 Pt. 01

Finally she walked dejectedly back up onto the deck, and to stay warm, submersed herself in the hot tub while she tried to think of some way to get back into the cabin. She lost track of how many times she walked around the cabin trying to find some way to get in or break in. Had the deck chairs not been firmly attached to the deck to prevent theft, she would have thrown one of them through the patio door. She looked for a large rock or tree limb or anything which she could use to break a window, but everything was frozen under the snow.

When the snowmobiles finally came into the yard, Joan was curled up against the patio door beating softly on it with her fists and crying.

Ron and Kevin came running up the onto the deck. Kneeling down beside her, Ron asked, "Joan, what's wrong? What's happened?"

Between sobs, Joan replied, "I accidentally locked myself out of the cabin and Sara is inside on a sex machine. She's been there for almost three hours." Joan was now totally blubbering,. "I tried to get back in, but I couldn't. I couldn't even break the glass in the door."

"Why didn't you use the emergency key?" asked Julie. "You told us about it on the way up here. It's taped in place under the deck rail by the hot tub controls."

Joan shot to her feet, "Oh my God! How could I have forgotten."

She ran across the deck and clawed at the area under the deck rail. There was a wide double strip of something like duck tape with an edge folded over so she could get hold of it. She peeled it off and beneath it, wrapped in plastic wrap, was a key. She ran back to the patio door and inserted the key.

"It's already unlocked," she screamed. "Why won't it open?"

Kevin, looking through the glass, said, "The safety bar has fallen down into the track. The door won't open."

"The front door will," cried Joan as she ran down the steps of the deck and through the snow to the front door. A moment later she was running across the cabin to lift the safety bar to allow Ron and Kevin in.

"She might be hurt!" screamed Joan. "Please come help me."

The five of them ran downstairs.

Sara was drenched in sweat and humming softly to herself. As they ran over to her, she opened her eyes and said, "Hello Joan. It started getting painful a little while ago."

She continued to explain with a dreamy expression on her face, "But by then my inner fire could have melted steel, so I just went into the pain and mixed it with the pleasure while I waited for you to come back. Did something happen? Are you OK?"

Joan was crying, "No, Sara, are YOU OK?"

"Let's get her out of this," said Kevin and he and Ron started unfastening chains and straps. Joan picked up the control and the Sybian went silent.

Ron and Kevin lifted Sara off the Sybian saddle and set her on the couch. "I'm going into my doctor mode here," said Ron. "I'm not being a dirty old man. I need you to spread your legs so I can check for damage."

"I don't mind," answered Sara. "I have no inhibitions, remember?"

Ron reached out and slightly spread Sara's labia. "There is some bruising," he said, "but she is basically OK." Turning to Sara, he added, "I would stay off that thing at least for the rest of the day, however."

"Anything you say," she replied. "You're the doctor."

"Not yet," he answered, "but definitely don't try to wear out that machine. I don't think even you can do that."

He helped her to her feet. Joan, still crying softly, embraced her. As they hugged she said, "I am so sorry. I panicked. I could have gotten back in here hours ago if I had just kept my head."

"That's OK," responded Sara as she hugged her. "I could have stayed there for a lot longer."

"But then you might not be able to walk for a while," added Ron.

"It would have been worth it"

Sara looked around at everyone and said, "And now it's time for me to fix you all some lunch. I will get out some sandwich stuff while you get your coats and stuff hung up. Then you can join me in the kitchen."

A little while later the six were sitting around the table eating. Ron said, "Did you ladies bring something nice to wear?"

"What do you mean?" asked Joan.

"The boss said Kevin and I and our guests or family are supposed to attend a special banquet at eight tonight at the lodge. That idiot we rescued is evidently a rich idiot, and he wants to show his appreciation for saving him and his family."

"I don't have anything really fancy," answered Julie.

"Fancy up here is clean and dry," said Kevin. "A nice, light weight sweat suit would be acceptable. A dress would be better." He laughed and added, "But you can forget about high heels unless you carry them into the lodge in a bag. Heels really don't work in the snow."

"You get us back here by six tonight, and we will be ready by seven thirty." said Judy. "If you have a car, you can pick us up, or the four of us will drive up to the lodge and meet you there."

"I think it would be best to meet at the lodge," answered Ron. That way Kevin and I can change into something at our rooms in the aid station building. We will meet you at the front entrance to the lodge at 7:45."

"So, what's up for this afternoon?" asked Joan.

"You guys could come with us and try the upper slopes," suggested Kevin.

"It would keep Sara off the sex machines," added Judy.

"I'll wait until the lower slopes are open," answered Sara. "What are you guys going to do?"

"Kevin is going to complete his qualification for the e-cass," chirped Judy. "I've volunteered to be the patient, so I get to ride in the sled with Ron."

"That isn't as great a prize as you think," said Ron. "It really bounces around back there, and part of the certification is that you have to take the sled up and down each of the three main slopes. That includes the Mogul slope."

He turned to Joan and Sara and continued, "Technically, Kevin and I are now off-duty now. We left the e-cap up at the aid station with one of the other teams. When we leave here after lunch, Judy and Joan will be riding my machine and Kevin will be towing me in the e-cass. We will make a run up and down a couple of the slopes and then I will write up the evaluation. We'll leave the e-cass at the aid station, and then, assuming someone doesn't need it, after we ski for a while, we will go back and Judy and I will get in the back while Kevin and Julie ride up front. For the qualification test a rider up front is allowed, since sometimes you have to bring back someone with the injured party and they might have to ride with you."

"So, you guys ski and qualify, and Sara and I watch TV or whatever."

"I saw whatever set up downstairs," said Judy. "Just make sure that one of you doesn't get trapped outside while the other one is tied to that cross in the basement."

"Oh, we wouldn't use that cross this afternoon," answered Sara with a grin.

She paused until everyone was looking at her. "But there is a pillory that goes on the bench in place of the Sybian."

"You two!" said Julie.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," answered Sara.

"Well it's time for us to hit the slopes," interjected Ron. "We should be back here around six to drop off Judy and Julie." He got up and began gathering his boots and coat. "See you then," he added and then said, "Oh, almost forgot." He walked over to the door and lifted the upright safety bar totally out of the track. "You are supposed to hang this on the hook on the wall to keep it from accidentally falling back down into the track and locking you out."

When Joan looked up at him, he added, "You aren't the first person we've had to rescue outside in the snow after the patio doors locked them out."

"You aren't even the first naked person we have had to rescue," said Kevin. "I don't think I will ever forget that hugely obese fifty-five year old man from last year," he added with a shudder.

"That's because you want to remember that twenty-three year old model he had in the hot tub with him," replied Ron with a laugh.

"There's that too," responded Kevin as he put on his boots. A few minutes later, the whine of snowmobile engines faded off into the distance.

Sara was cleaning up the kitchen while Joan continued to sit at the table. After a little while Sara turned to her and asked, "What's bothering you?"

"I screwed up!" she answered. "You trusted me, and I screwed up. You could have been badly hurt because of my stupidity."

"The safety brace falling into the track was an accident. You can't blame yourself for that."

"But I CAN blame myself for panicking and forgetting about the emergency key," wailed Joan. "I would never be able to forgive myself if something had happened to you because of my mistake."

"I forgive you. Just let it all be in the past," said Sara as she sat down at the table with her. She took Joan's hand. "But it looks like you already can't forgive yourself."

"I DON'T forgive myself," cried Joan. "I can barely look at you without thinking that I could have really hurt you bad with my stupidity. I need to do something to make it up to you so we can both move on and let it be in our past. This may be nothing to you, but it is a giant wall to me."

"Sometimes the slave must teach the master," said Sara softly. Then she asked, "Are you asking to be punished?"

"No..., yes..., maybe..., I don't know," replied Joan. "but I need to do something so that my guilt is balanced out."

"Sometimes, for some people, forgiveness is not enough. If you really want me to punish you, I will. What kind of punishment do you have in mind?"

"Nothing..., something..., " Joan suddenly raised her head. "The pillory!.... I want you to put me in the pillory for the same amount of time that you were on the Sybian." She stopped and looked up at the ceiling as if she were reading something or trying to remember something important. "And I want you to use one of the paddles on me... ten swats every ten minutes. And I don't want to be able to change my mind, so use one of the ball gags."

"I was on that Sybian for two and one-half hours. That's 150 minutes. That would be 150 swats."

"160 actually," replied Joan. "If you count the ten at the start."

"Do you really want to do this?" asked Sara.

"That question seems to be getting asked a lot lately," answered Joan. "Yes, let's do this."

They both went back downstairs. Joan stripped off her sweatsuit. She had not bothered to put underwear back on after they had rescued Sara. Sara was still wearing nothing but her collar.

"Help me take this apart," said Sara as she started loosening clamps and brackets. After they had lifted the Sybian off the bench, they began assembling the pillory that mounted in its place.

"I think this platform thing goes on first," said Sara.

"Then what are those holes for?" asked Joan pointing toward two large holes on the flat, padded base.

"Well," replied Sara, "If your head is on that end and you are bent over, something on your anatomy is going to be hanging down about there." She had set the platform in place and put her hand through one of the holes.

"Oh," said Joan as she handed Sara more pieces of wood.

"This forms a pad for your shoulders so you don't accidently damage your windpipe while your head is in the stocks."

"You seem to know how this is supposed to work, Sara, so I want you to set me up right and punish me like I said."

"Do you want the full set up?" asked Sara.

"Yes," answered Joan. "But don't tell me what it is. Just do it."

"OK," said Sara as she tightened the last bracket into place. "Let's adjust this to your height as you are bent over."

Joan bent over the now complete apparatus and set her head in the large half-circle and her wrists in the two smaller half-circles. She could feel the padding on the front of the platform pressing lightly against her thighs and the slightly higher padded step pressing against her chest just above her breasts.

"Those other cuffs in the accessories box," said Sara with a note of surprise in her voice. "The ones without the attachment rings. I see what they are for now."

She ran back into the bedroom and returned with two wrist cuffs. They were almost identical to the others except they had no attachment rings on them. They did, however, have a rather high ridge that ran along the outer edge of both sides of the cuff.

"Let me put these on you," said Sara as she wrapped the cuffs around Joan's wrists. When Joan again placed her wrists in the half-circles, the wood of the stocks fit exactly in the groove formed by the ridges on the edges of the cuffs.

"And that explains what that big thing is," said Sara as she went back into the bedroom and returned with what appeared to be an oversized version of the wrist cuffs. "This goes around your neck," she said. "Of course, not very tightly, but it acts as a pad so you don't get bruised or cut by the stocks if you thrash around... or should I say WHEN you thrash around."

Joan stood up and Sara wrapped the neck cuff somewhat loosely around her. She then put her neck and wrists back into the stocks.

"Now all I have to do is put the upper board in place and you are all set. Well, almost all set."

Sara put the upper half of the stock in place. There were two threaded rods which fit through holes in the lower half and protruded downward an inch or so beneath it. Sara threaded a washer and large wing nut over the post and tightened it in place.

She then went upstairs for something and returned a moment later and said, "I'm setting this timer for ten minutes. Every time it rings, you get ten swats. In the meantime, I will be riding the Sybian - with it set on a very low setting - and will be taking in pure pleasure."

Sara then came around in front of Joan. "Now that I have you totally secured, we can finish the set up. First the ball gag so you can't object or change your mind. Last chance to back out."

Joan said, "Do it. You may not need to punish me to forgive me, but I need to be punished to forgive myself. Just do it!"

"OK," said Sara as she put the gag in place. Then she held something up in front of Joan. They looked like oversized, old fashioned earrings with the screw thread that tightened onto the earlobe. The dangley part, however, looked more like a fish weight than a decoration. It even had "5 oz" imprinted on its side.

Sara reached under Joan and began to attach the nipple clamps. Joan grunted. "They have to be tight enough so that they don't drop off as they swing. The reason that the holes for your tits are so large is because they will bounce when you ass bounces. These will swing as your tits swing and add to the punishment."

"Of course, if it were me in there and you were working on me with a dildo or a strap-on, I would probably like the sensation."

Sara stood back in front of Joan. "The final accessory," she said, holding up a blindfold. She put it in place and announced, "Now we are ready."

Joan was now in darkness. She tried to remain still so that the weights on the nipple clamps would stop swinging. They had finally come to rest when she heard Sara say "One," and her ass exploded in pain. Sara swung at a steady, measured pace. After the fourth swing, Joan noticed that the nipple weights swung exactly four times between each swat.

"I am really stupid," she thought to herself. "I was stupid for not removing the safety bar from the patio doors. I was stupid for not remembering the emergency key. I was stupid for not forgiving myself. And I was REALLY stupid for setting my punishment at 160 swats over a period of an two and a half hours."

Sara finally said, "Ten," and Joan tried to stop her dancing feet so the nipple weights would stop swinging. It helped to count the swings as the clamps tugged at her nipples. "Eleven," she said to herself when they finally stopped swinging. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the next round of her punishment.

As she waited, she could hear the Sybian began to hum softly. Soon Sara was also humming.

The timer rang and the humming of both the Sybian and Sara stopped. "Time to get back to work," said Sara softly. A few moments later she said, "One," much more loudly and Joan yelled into the gag as the paddle slammed into her asscheeks and the nipple weights began swinging wildly.

Joan was crying heavily into her gag by the time Sara said, "Ten." Then Joan heard the Sybian again start up and shortly thereafter Sara's happy humming filled the room.

"I think she knows exactly what she is doing," thought Joan. "She knows that I feel guilty that I caused her pain, and she is following my orders to punish me, but at the same time, she is showing me that she also had pleasure in that pain and I didn't really damage her ability to get pleasure, even from the Sybian." Joan shifted her legs slightly and the nipple weights began swinging again. "Why didn't I just sit and talk this over with her."

Joan had a lot of time to think and Sara had a lot of time to hum as the cycle was repeated over and over again. Finally the timer rang and Sara announced, "Last set." Then she said, "Before I start this one, I am going to remove these."

Joan felt Sara's fingers on the nipple clamps and then they both came free. Her nipples burned intensely from the rush of blood back into them.

Sara explained, "I thought you might want to have something to take your mind off the tingle while they get back to normal." Then she announced the first swat.

After the second swat, Joan was wishing that Sara had left the nipple weights in place. Without the distraction of the pain of the swinging weights tugging at her nipples, the pain of the swat seemed to be that much more intense. Or maybe it was because she had already received over 150 swats by that time.

Joan was dancing and writhing from the paddling when she heard Sara say, "Let's get you out of that." It was over.

Sara removed the blindfold and then the ball gag. Then she unscrewed the rods that held the top of the pillory stock in place. As she took the top half off the stocks, Sara said, "Don't stand up yet. You will probably get dizzy and I don't want you falling and breaking something. Ron and Kevin might not understand.

"I don't really understand," answered Joan. "But now there is nothing between us but what we want to have there. My guilt is gone. Only my love is left."

"Your guilt was probably gone at around 25 swats," responded Sara. "but I would have kept going to five hundred if I knew that's what it took to get you to say you love me."

"How long have you loved me?" asked Joan.

"Since before I knew what love was," answered Sara, "And I would have still loved you if you had fallen in love with some man and married him. You don't choose who you love. And you can't choose who will love you."

"I've always known that I more than liked you," said Joan with deep emotion in her voice. "But everyone - including me - expected me to meet 'Mr Right' someday and settle down and raise a family."

"You are my 'Ms Right,'" said Sara, almost crying. "And I could be your 'Mrs Right,' if you wanted me."

"We will see," said Joan as she stood upright and drew in a very deep breath. "In the meantime, Ms Right needs to soak her sorry ass in a very cold bath so maybe I won't have to stand through dinner tonight."

"Why cold water when there is all that ice cold snow out there?" replied Sara.

When Joan raised her eyebrows, Sara added, "No sex. I won't even come out with you. But right now, the snow is probably the best ice pack your blistered butt ever had. Go freeze your ass a little to stop the pain and swelling and then you can go up and take a shower to wash away the sweat and stink. I'm going to take the Sybian horse out for a full gallop to top things off and then I will clean up and get dressed."

As Joan went through the doorway under the deck to go out into the snow, she could hear a very loud humming noise from the Sybian vibrator and almost immediately a very loud wail from Sara.