brought the thick leather strap around to land with a resounding THWACK on one of her pertly rounded buttocks. The firm smooth mound quivered, and as the strap dropped away, a red inprint of the blow began to form on the pink surface of her nether cheek.

"I think I'm really going to enjoy this little discipline session," said Trask quietly. "Considering all the harm she's done, it's high time that vengeance started catching up with our Vicki. I'm glad I can help dispense justice in punishing her this way."

Now the heavy leather strap pounded against the girl's other ass-cheek just as Walter Jansen lashed his raw-hide thongs harshly up into her open crotch again. The victim

jumped and writhed helplessly in her bonds, but nothing could protect her from this flogging. She was whimpering in ahame, anger, and pain but the jaw-stretching gag prevented her from even screaming her protests.

A dozen more powerful blows from each man had her heaving in unendurable torment as her abused flesh became red and swollen from the continuing abrasion. Now both men paused for a moment to inspect the damage they had so effectively administered. They felt the hot ridged surfaces of her buttocks as the swelling developed in the beaten tissue, and their fingers probed roughly against the tender tissues of her pussie, sensing the agony in those contused exquisitely tender lips.

"Let's trade instruments for a while, suggested Walter, offering the thonged switch and taking the heavy leather strap. "I'll go to work on her tender belly below the cinch, and you do a job with the thongs on her titties."

For the next five minutes or so both

men flailed away at the struggling girl with their instruments of torment, and then stopped to inspect the damage they had inflicted. Vicki's lower belly was crimson from the many blows as it curved flatly from her too tight waist-cineh down to the delta of her crisp pubic hair. The probing hemispheres of her full young breasts were criss-crossed with a network of angry red lines where the rawhide thongs had bitten into their tender surfaces. Raised welts marred the surfaces, with special emphasis where the lines crossed. Vicki was moaning centimously through her gag and seemed about at the limit of her endurance for the moment.

As the two men paused to view and relish their handiwork, Trask Potter mentally reviewed the events leading up to this bizarre occasion. He had known Walter Jansen casually as a fellowtenant of their large apartment building in the city,over a period of several years. Then, a year or so ago, the Jansen's, husband and wife, had suddenly moved away, to a house in the suburbs, according to rumor.

Three weeks ago Trask's wife, Libby, had been hastily called back to her midwest hometown because her widowed mother had had a severe heart attack. This left Trask to keep house for himself and their teen-age daughter, Wendy.

Since Trask still had to keep a full business schedule in his job, he was glad when a neighbor in the building offered to keep Wendy company and make girl-talk with the teen-ager whenever the father was not able to be home. Wendy and the neighbor seemed to hit it off together all right, and this took a big load off Trask's mind, for coping with an adolescent daughter and her highschool work was more than the father thought he could handle gracefully.