Packaging
Copyright 1999 by OldTom, all rights reserved.

The conversation "somehow" turned to talking about how totally innocent toys can make a woman scream. By a convenient nicety of timing, it was her turn to be in the front passenger seat.

So there she was, trapped in a speeding car by the factory-installed bondage device, legs bare because she was wearing shorts. And the poor innocent practically invited the discussion of creative ways to make a woman scream. Surely she was safe in a moving car, her bottom out of reach.

He had been thinking about a posting he had once read, about the most fearsome implement that particular author had ever seen used. Someone had pulled a straw from a broom, and proceeded to completely terrorize his victim. The key was the mindset, how the willing victim perceived the situation. The broom straw itself was nothing; it was all in the packaging.

Hmmm...

Her legs remained sensitive from the previous play. He saw this just might work. The key was in the packaging... he slapped her with the road map. She gasped; he continued. She squealed.

A ten-minute serious caning, for her, had been no big deal, no cause to squeal or scream... but to be mapped, was *serious*. He had indeed caught her mapping.

Still thinking of the broom straw, he looked for the least fearsome thing he could find. He saw the pack of gum, and pulled out a single stick, still wrapped in foil.

He showed it to her, holding it the same way as the map, as if to spank her legs with it. That was a bit much; she was *not* impressed. He then drew the corner against her skin, and she screamed. He instructed her to hold still for the ongoing gumming... and she who could hold position for the cane, broke three times before the gum, squealing almost continuously.

He had now created belief. And sitting on the dashboard was a pink-pig beanie baby. In other words, a single-tail flogger. It turned out to have a wonderful "thud"; everyone was laughing too hard for her to tell if it hurt.

The laughter showed he was pacing the scene well, for next was the little plastic black spoon from McDonald's. She truly had no idea how much it would hurt. She screamed, very nearly in panic. He turned the spoon over, spanking as more a "cupping" motion. She squealed, begged, pleaded, most delightfully.

She was ready.

He pulled out an unsharpened pencil from the junk-tray between the seats, showing her it was a Short Pencil, not even a full-size long one. He used it like a tiny cane on the tops of her legs, using the same motions he had used in that real caning some time before.

It was well she had endured the plastic spoon as warmup, for the penciling was quite severe. No one doubted her screams were real.

To be penciled, spooned, beanied, gummed, and mapped... it was all in the packaging.

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