Laughter

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Ohhh how you chuckled sat at the table, elastic bands of various sizes laid out in front of you, an innoccuous wooden spoon nestled on them. Cellotape and drawing pins, ooo goodie you thought, your Christmas punishment a crafting session. You only noticed Sir as he grabbed your wrists, tying them behind your back. Confusion lead to realisation as the first band was placed round the base of one breast, another round your second breast, more placed till breasts were tight and firm. No laughing now as he squeezed them, making you quietly cry out, nipples squeezed making your eyes water, more bands round each nipple, making them so firm they hurt. Again he squeezed making you cry out, but determined not to use your safe word. You watched as drawing pins were placed on the tape, making you shudder at the thought of what was coming. He picked up the tape and placed it in your breasts over the nipples and areolae, you felt it prickle as he stuck it in place, you by now shuddering and quivering, now sitting in your own juices as they flowed, breasts now purple, more bands round their middles, making them look like a joint of meat. THWACK, the wooden spoon strikes first on nipple, then the other, making you cry out as the pins pierce the skin, THWACK THWACK THWACK, he strikes your breasts, bruises appearing, more pins piercing skin, THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK, who's laughing now...