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Promise of Punishment
Bizarre Books BB - 102
a novel by Stephen S. McLean
illustrated by Bill Ward
Eros Publishing Co., Inc.
Wilmington, Delaware
1973

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Like the pizza-delivery pretext of 1970s videos, bizarre stories, such as those told in Bizarre Books, need a way for an innocent male to enter the lair of one or more gorgeous sadists. In Promise of Punishment, Damon's old VW breaks down in a storm. After knocking on the door of the first house he sees, he meets sexy Nicki Flanner, dressed in lacy negligee and high-heeled slippers. She sees this young man as a new plaything, which she and sister Clarissa can torment.

The sisters assail him with whips, straps, paddles, pins, and a large kitchen ladle. They put him in a hypnotized state, causing him to confuse pleasure with pain. They make a plaster cast of his penis and wield it as a gruesome dildo. In their gymnasium, they hang him upside down and use him as a human punching bag.

The prose provides vivid descriptions, here, of the moment Damon meets Clarissa.

Now, she stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at Damon’s shackled and imprisoned body, a sly grin of excitement slowly etching across her full sensual lips, “Good evening, Mr. Greer,” she said with delight. “So nice to have a guest over. . . .”

She came down the steps ever so slowly, as imperious and regal as a queen, albeit a diabolical and maniacal queen. And to accent that side of her, that dominating element to her personality, her clothing reflected her exhibitionist and unusual tastes.

Thus, Damon was forced to stare, forced to eye the hip boots the young woman had put on, strange spike-heeled, tightly laced boots constructed not of leather, but of clear transparent vinyl, vinyl which rustled and swished against her naked flesh as she moved down the stairs, coming closer and closer to him. . . .

Clarissa sported a halter-like bra which matched her boots, clear and transparent. A tight-fitting choker fashioned after horse bits accented her long equine neck and matching wrist bracelets of the same kind of horse bit chain were linked around her slim tapering wrists. . . .

All in all, Clarissa’s costume was at once suggestive and obscene. And yet its very obscenity, the way it forced his eyes to bore into her meaty dewy trench, was all the more reason for him to grow aroused, excited by the prospect of enjoying both young women, not just Nicki. . . .

“Do you enjoy being tied up in knots . . . by a woman, Mr. Greer?” the elder of the two Flanner sisters now inquired with mock solicitude.

“No, not quite,” Damon said, trying to grin and appear a good sport. “It’s not my idea of a friendly reception. But Nicki was adamant about playing her little game with me and so I decided to go along with her. I’d appreciate it if you’d undo the knots though. It’s not as much fun as it first seemed. . . . ”

“So rational he is, a most remarkable performance,” Clarissa said smugly, directing her comments at her sister and ignoring Damon’s look of additional surprise and apprehension.

“I told you it’s best that way, not making them suspect,” Nicki said, realizing exactly what her elder sister was now doing.

“Suspect what?” Damon moaned. “Hey, this isn’t funny. Untie me. I don’t dig this whole trashy bondage trip, to tell you the truth. I like my sex straight, with a little bit of feeling behind it.”

“Oh really?” sneered Clarissa, and as soon she had gotten his attention, she revealed what she had been concealing behind her.

“The nerve, to call us trashy!” exclaimed Nicki. But her sarcastic remark went unnoticed. Damon was now giving the object Clarissa held in both of her hands his complete and undying attention. Droplets of sweat now beaded his forehead and whereas he had felt part of a bizarre practical joke, he now felt terrified that these two young women might just end up being completely serious.

The symbol of his mounting fears and unvoiced horror was a rectangular wooden paddle, a paddle whose leather-covered handle Clarissa now gripped tightly in her hands.

But even more than the paddle itself, Damon’s wide and frightened eyes were drawn to the rows of short sharp spikes which had been driven into the wood. They covered the entire surface of the paddle, a miniature bed of spikes he sensed he would soon be experiencing, despite his unwillingness.

“Look, I think I’ll just go back to my car and we’ll call it quits, okay?” he suggested.

“You’ve got to be kidding, little man,” Nicki giggled. “I told you that now we’re only just beginning.”

At which point Clarissa demonstrated how serious they both were. . . . She raised her hand and caught Damon in mid-sentence, just as he had begun to beg for mercy. The spiked wooden punishment paddle came down with a sharp stinging thwack, right across both of his raw and naked bottom-cheeks.

He screamed out, howling with agony as he felt the rows of sharp steel spikes puncturing his buttocks, leaving fresh wounds . . .

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Twelve illustrations by the Great Bill Ward illuminate the story. His pictures delineate grand female forms wearing full fetish regalia, and moods that morph from fun to fury.

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