The Retirement Do
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
There's a Whip round for a very special retirement do


Character and story inspired by Tom and follows on from - The Perfect
Christmas Party.

The Retirement Do

It was midday and the dominant, stern boss Ms D'eath was just finishing off
with some mundane paperwork when her phone rang, she smiled as she recognised
the number "Gloria my dear how are you?" Ms D'eath settled into a girly
conversation with her friend, the women had known each other for a long time
and soon work was ignored as they caught up in what was happening in each
other's lives.

Rachael, Ms D'eath's good-looking brunette secretary came in with another file
of boring paperwork for her boss, seeing she was on her phone the younger
woman turned to leave but was beckoned forward by her mature boss. She placed
the file on the desk next to the very attractive older woman; Ms D'eath
grabbed her secretary's hand and placed it on her shoulder. An indication that
the boss needed a massage and one that the secretary was happy to give. As she
stands behind the older woman's chair Rachael's gentle but firm hands smoothed
away her boss worries and Ms D'eath carried on with her chat with her friend.

"So Buster's past his best then, what are you going to do with him ... ... Yes
always the best thing can't let them go on like that ... " The secretaries
hands slowly started to work their way down off her boss's shoulders "oh yes
you'll have to retire him and then you'll have to get the right replacement
... one that's already house trained of course."

The secretary's hands now moved in through her boss's open blouse and onto her
ample bust, Rachael was always good with her hands. "I've had an idea for
Buster's replacement, I've seen a few that might do, I can always send them
over ... ... Oh no don't worry about that just do what you like with them ...
... Have to go I have an eager secretary here that needs my attention, will
talk to you later."

Ms D'eath put the phone down, her hand reached up and grabbed the woman behind
her, pulled her close to her face, two gorgeous women, the boss and her
secretary, faces just inches away from each other "are those three idiots from
the Christmas Party still around?" The hot breath from her boss left the
brunette almost speechless "yes ... " "Good" Ms D'eath cut her secretary off,
then kissed her. (Reader may wish to read the previous story - The Perfect
Christmas Party)

Just as the day was coming to an end an e-mail was sent by a very satisfied
and grinning Rachael, it was received by Dale Copper and his friends Scott and
Leonard, three men that had recently 'encountered' Ms D'eath. The men were
alarmed as they read its content:

To: Cooper, Dale; Andrews, Scott; Medway, Leonard

Fm: Fielding, Rachael, secretary to Ms D'eath, Head of P.A.I.N.

Subject: New Duties as detailed by Ms D'eath

You are to report to City dog pound and collect three dogs that have been
ordered by Ms D'eath. Then take them to De Whipp Hall out of the City heading
north, you can't miss it. You are arrive there at midday, don't be late and
ask for Tara. There is a retirement do for 'Buster', you will stay until the
party is finished.

The men were worried, concerned and a bit frightened, it had only been an
e-mail, but it had been an e-mail from Ms D'eath and that was never a good
thing.

She'd given them a simple task, but as the men arrived at the cities dog pound
the next day and saw the large menacing dogs that they had to transport to
this 'De Whipp Hall' an unnerving feeling came over them. Eventually the men
managed to get the dogs into their cars "so where we going?" Dale handed his
friends a map "there it is 'De Whipp Hall' strange sounding place." "Don't
care what it's called let's just get this job over with we've just got enough
time to get there before midday, and I don't want to be late." Leonard was
right the men dare not be late with this delivery, irrespective of what the
delivery was they were doing this for Ms D'eath and you don't mess up a job
for Her! The last thing they wanted was to get 'reprimanded' by her, none of
the men wanted a telling-off by Ms D'eath!

It was almost midday when they arrived at a set of formidable gates that lead
to De Whipp Hall, large metal gates with gargoyles looking down from tall
columns "this gives me the creeps." "You'll have more than the creeps if you
don't get Ms D'eaths dogs here delivered!" Scott knew his friend was right
"bloody stupid, a retirement do for a dog, and we have to bring its
replacement!" "You want to tell Ms D'eath that?" Scott shut up at his friends
comments 'no he didn't want to tell her, God knows what she would do to him!'
He pushed the intercom button "Yes!" A harsh female voice "Err ... we're here
to drop off some dogs.. We were told to ask for Tara they're from a Ms D'eath
and ... " There was a sudden buzzing sound and the large gates slowly opened
up.

"You mention D'eath and the gates of hell open up ... " Dale muttered under
his breath, he didn't want to say it out loud but he had a bad feeling as they
slowly travelled down the long private road lined with thick woods either
side. Then it opened up into a large front lawn with a large driveway in front
of a very old looking and imposing house, they parked the cars and got out.
Dale, Scott and Leonard all looked around, it was impressive if not a bit
overwhelming, the men had that feeling that they were being watched, a feeling
they couldn't shake off.

Scott and Leonard wanted to get this over with and made their way to the large
doors that dominated the front of the house. As Dale was about to turn
something caught his eye, he thought he saw movement over there by a metal
railed fence. He strained to see through the glaring midday sun that was
obstructing his view, the railed fence seemed to be an enclosure of some kind,
yes there was a gate. It was a ... ... It was a graveyard! Dale could see
small head stones, well they looked like headstones 'surly not!'

"So you're here then" a voice, a female voice, Dale's thoughts where now
'who's this?' The graveyard all forgotten about. The large double oak doors
had been thrown open and strolling out was an attractive redhead, the three
men's jaws all dropped, her bright coloured shortish hair was just one thing
you noticed, her good looks and the way she was dressed where also very
noticeable. "You're the men that have brought the dogs up aren't you? ... Well
get the animals out then!" The men almost ran back to their cars to get the
dogs out, all the time looking back at the woman as she followed them to the
cars. Dressed in long brown boots white riding jodhpurs, a white blouse and
finished off with brown gloves and in one hand the final item, a riding whip.

Although she looked sexy in her riding gear, the men found themselves becoming
very nervous, she seemed a strong woman and the men had already fallen foul of
one particular strong woman! As they got the dogs out the woman inspected them
"yes these look good ones ... ... over here" the woman called out and out of
nowhere another woman and a man appeared suddenly. "Take these to the kennels
and sort them out" Tara, as they assumed this was spoke to the other woman and
brunette also dressed in riding gear and just as attractive. The man with her
grabbed hold of the dogs lead, there was something about this man that
unsettled Dale and his friends, he had a gaunt look about him, a youngish man
that seemed drained and haggard. But it was his eyes, an emptiness about them
as if there was nothing left of him. This new woman turned away and walked
off, the man now holding the dogs leads followed her "right, follow me, I have
something for you."

Without waiting for their reply she turned and headed back to the main doors
of the house, the men gave each other a quick look, no of them brave enough to
say anything. So they dutifully followed, if it got back to Ms D'eath that
they hadn't done as Tara had said they would be in so much trouble. Inside the
house they entered into a large hallway, decorated with old paintings, a suit
of armour and expensive pottery all gave it that old fashion, stately home
feeling. The women lead the men through to a large room, she opened the doors
and entered, "wait here for a minute then the mistress will be with you."

There was something about the way she said that, it gave each of the men a
uneasy feeling, but none of them dare say it out aloud. BANG! Tara closed the
doors and the men where alone in the room, they just looked at each other,
unwilling to speak, in case they said what was on their minds! With no words
spoken their eyes' now wondered around the room, at first they thought they
were just in some old fashion drawing room, but now as they looked they
noticed things. The pictures on the walls where all of women, attractive
women, paintings that went back maybe a couple of hundred years or so. There
was a strong family resemblance in the women, the De Whipp women through the
ages.

Apart from the look of the women there was also the way they were dressed,
corsets, basques and other underwear, all the women in various states of
undress. Then after the paintings the men's attention was drawn to the 'other'
items that decorated the walls whips, canes, chains, even handcuffs! By their
different styles and designs it was a collection that covered the past two
hundred years or so, a collection that the various women in the paintings had
put together. And by the way they were dressed in the paintings a collection
that was used, Dale looked closely at the small plaque at the bottom of the
most modern looking painting "Martha De Whipp" BANG!

The three men all jumped at the sound of the rooms doors slamming close "Yes
she's my Grandmother and I'm the new Ms De Whipp!" They turned, their jaws
dropped for the second time that day, there at the door stood Gloria De Whipp
the latest in a long line of strong women that had lived at the Hall, the
family home. The men were looking at the current mistress of De Whip Hall, a
towering, 6' 2", blond with short close-cropped hair. The men looked at her in
awe, here was a true athletic woman with a strong firm body, that was evident
from her tight fitted clothing. Her long legs, narrow waist, toned upper body
and arms, and just like the other women the men had seen she worn a pair of
those brown high riding boots and tight white jodhpurs. But instead of a
blouse she wore a red and black corset, that made the men's eye's almost pop
out, as it showed off her pair of large breasts.

The men where speechless, she was stunning in every way, Leonard couldn't take
his eyes off her long legs, 'what would it be like to have those wrapped round
him?' Scott had similar thoughts, but was looking at her large breasts, he
imagined holding them and then having them wrapped around his cock. Dale was
just mesmerised by everything to do with Ms De Whipp, he guessed she was late
20's maybe thirty. One of those timeless, good looking faces, but she didn't
give away her age easily.

Ms De Whipp strolled in "my friend, Ms D'eath told me you were coming ... ...
follow me" she walked straight past them and over to the far wall. There was a
door there, she grabbed the handle and throws it open, just before walking
through it her free hand reached up and grabbed a riding whip from off the
wall. This unnerved the men, why did she need that? She carried on through the
door and into a large conservatory, there were two women, sat down who
immediately stood up, obvious respect for the De Whipp woman. Like the other
women these where good looking and again dressed in riding outfits. The men
could see that there was a obvious 'theme' here, attractive women, riding gear
and a tall, sexy blond in charge, what a theme!

Ms De Whip headed to the conservatory doors and pushed them open and stepped
outside, the three men followed, it seemed as if they had no choice the two
women also followed but stopped at the conservatory doors. Dale thought it a
bit strange, it was as if they were baring their route back into the house!
Outside and there was that railed fence that Dale had seen when they arrived
and as he had thought it surrounded a graveyard. There was a collection of
small headstones, 'twenty, no more', they went back into the tree line and by
the looks of it this had been here for years.

Like the house, the paintings and now this graveyard, all were steeped in the
history of the De Whipp family. The headstones where small and had only one
name on them 'Max', 'Rusty', 'Mugsy' 'K-9'! A graveyard for dogs? Well they
had been told that 'Buster' was retiring, 'a working dog?' And they had
brought new dogs up with them, the family like dogs!

Then the men noticed another man, he was just inside the graveyard, digging!
"Maybe Buster didn't quite make his retirement party" Leonard whispered to
Scott, a cough from the woman behind them stopped the man from making other
'comments.' "Follow" she commanded and the men followed, why they followed
they weren't sure of, only that it seemed the right thing to do. She walked
over the gate in the fence; the man digging the grave noticed her, hauled
himself out the hole and rushed over to meet her. He opened the gate stepped
outside the graveyard and waited there for her to speak. "Is it ready?" the
man just nodded, Dale could now see the headstone by the freshly dug grave, it
read 'Buster' obviously the poor dog never made it to enjoy his retirement do.

But there was something strange about the grave; it was the large mounds by
the headstones, almost the same size of a normal grave, must have been very
big dogs! "You have served the De Whipp family and me in particular very well
over these last few years ... " 'What was she on about?' None of the men could
see a 'doggie coffin' or anything like that "and now your time has come to
leave us." It was almost as if she was talking to this man, on closer
inspection the men could see that the man had an odd look on his face, not of
fear or distress, nothing like that but one of deep acceptance of the
inevitable. 'The man who's about to go to the gallows and knows there's
nothing he can do to stop it', that sort of look!

The three men could see that this man wasn't that old, yes a few years older
than them, but he looked as if he had gone through hell. He was stripped to
the waits and his body showed signs of hard work, real hard work. There were
cuts and makes across his body; many looked as if they had happened years ago.
His left arm looked odd, as if it had been broken and not set properly, the
more the men looked the more marks, bruises and signs of prior injury they
noticed that covered his body. Some of the marks looked like he had been hit
hard by some sort of stick or cane or even a whip, just like the whip that Ms
De Whipp had in her hand now and was gentle, rhythmically tapping against her
boot now!

The men became very concerned now, Scott looked round to see the two women
were still at the entrance to the conservatory, and now Tara had appeared to
one side with another blond woman. It was almost as if the men where now
surrounded, or was he just imagining it?

"Your times has come Buster, time for you to be retired and you know what that
means?" Again the man just nodded WHACK! 'Shit!' The men were stunned Ms De
Whipp had shot her foot round, as standing high kick that slammed into the
side of the man's head. Being such a tall woman, those long legs almost missed
the man, but she caught him right on the top of his head, sending him
stumbling into the iron railings. He managed to grabs onto them to hold
himself up; De Whipp turned to the men, the three shocked men. She eyed them
up 'maybe a taller replacement would be best?'

The men looked on, wondering what the hell was going on here, shocked and
horrified by what they had just witness, but they should have known better,
after all it had been Ms D'eath that had sent them here, what else should they
have expected? The other women that surrounded the men all moved in, taking a
few steps closer, Dale, Scott and Leonard now realised there was no escape for
them!

Ms De Whipp turned back to the man that had by now pushed himself off and away
from the railings; he just stood there looking at the tall, busty blond, the
cruel, nasty woman that again kicked out CRACK! The other side of the man's
head takes the knock this time; again he falls against the railing that once
more keep him up on his feet. Ms De Whipp grabs the man, hales his off and
away from the railings WHACK! Her knee comes up high knocking into his chest,
with her height and with those long legs his chest takes another and another
pounding. Her knee drives harder and harder into his body, she throws him back
against the railings as support for him, now the tall dominate woman goes
about using just her knees to batter him, and batter him hard she does.

The three men that are watching this show of female supremacy by Ms De Whipp
can now appreciate fully what an awesome sight of a female beating a man truly
is. Previously they had been on the receiving end of a beating from Ms D'eath,
but now they watched Ms De Whipp SMACK! She stood tall; her clenched fists now
smashed across 'Buster's' face, blood and spit were sent flying as she struck
him. All three men felt an excitement that otherwise they would have been
normally been too embarrassed about feeling. But with the tall, blond, busty
Ms De Whipp smacking the man CRACK! Again and again, all their embarrassments
disappeared. Now a strange sense of desire comes over the men, there was
something very alluring and sexy about this woman THUD! Something they could
easily submit too.

She throws the whip to the floor so she could use her hands better, her fist
came up, it drove into the man's jaw knocking him backwards he falls towards
the open gate, but something, some deep sense of survival still in the man
made him reach out to protect himself. He grabbed holds of the railings, onto
the poles either side of the open gate. A hurt, battered man trying
desperately to hold himself upwards in the gap where the gate should be,
holding desperately onto those posts, preventing him from falling into the
graveyard.

Ms De Whipp, walks up to him, she had a very sexy walk, those tight jodhpurs
certainly drew the eyes onto a wonderful part of her body. As she stepped up
to him the man staggered forward to her, the dutiful dog approaching its
mistress. Her hand shots out, knocking the man sideways and back against those
railings THUD! She moves closer to him and seductively pushed her strong body
against his, she pushes hard against him and harder still, the man's face
screwed up in pain as the tall woman used her body against him. But it would
have been a totally wonderful experience if not for the fact that she trying
to imprint his body into the metal railings.

She looks into his face, once he had been quiet good looking, for a man, but
beatings, bruises, broken noses had changed that, she grabs his head and
pushes it firmly into her large bust. The men watching all gasp 'luck
bastard!' She holds the man there, his head firmly held in between her ample
breasts, in paradise, but she's not allowing him to get any air, her strong
hands hold in face there, suffocating the man 'what a way to go!' With what
strength he has left he tries to wriggle free, to get some air, he can't last
much longer, she releases her grip, everyone hears his gasps for air, and
everyone smiles.

She throws his head back, her body still firmly pressed against his, Ms De
Whipp grabs hold of the railings and pushes harder against him, he cried out
as she forced his very life out of him. It was a cry that made the men
watching shiver, Ms De Whipp has no compassion in her. A spiteful, callous
woman, but it just made her even more desirable! 'Buster' is almost at the
point of passing out when she steps away and allows him to drop down to his
knees. His total destruction was almost complete "you gone passed your best,
it's now time for you to be retired ... ... permanently!"

As she looks down at the bedraggled man she grabs him by his hair and pulled
him up to her "I return your old name to you, the name you arrived here with
... ... Wilkins wasn't it?" The man was in no condition to answer "you're now
discharged of your duties as Buster and are no longer needed" WHACK! The woman
drover her fist up hard into the man's jaw, he went flying, off his feet, this
time he spins out of control through the open gate in the railings. Landing on
the rough floor of the graveyard, near to the hole he had used the last energy
to dig.

Ms De Whipp followed, she stepped into the graveyard, he boot smashed into
'Wilkins', rolling him over so he's now looking up at her, she stepped over
him "and here's your retirement gift." She sits down, on his face, Dale, Scott
and Leonard all gasp with envy, Ms De Whipp is facing down his body, his
broken body, but there's one part that should be still in working order. She
leans forward and unzips him, out comes the large hard cock that has been such
a faithful, efficient and outstanding performer for her in the past. But now
the man it's attached too was broken and past his best. She leaned over more
and took him in her mouth, remembering how it had pleased her so much in the
past; she grinds herself into his face as she gives it one last kiss goodbye.

The three men watching where speechless, the broken, but hard 'Wilkins' is now
taken by Ms De Whipp in her hand, she grips him as she sits astride the
hapless man. Her hand manipulated and worked his cock as her hips carried on
with their grinding motion. She suffocates him and milks him at the same time,
what better 'retirement' present could there be? As she carries on with her
'present' the watching men can only look on with envy and some interpretation
as to what going to happen once she's 'finished' with Wilkins'? Finally her
skilled hand brought the man to ecstasy as she sat on his face blocking out
the vital air he needed. She soon brought him off, his whole body shivered as
he shot his load for the last time, his last offering to his mistress, he came
and came. His body shuddered, one last violent time and then was motionless.

Ms De Whipp got up off his lifeless body, her boot gave it one last kick and
the man known as Wilkins, and then Buster rolled over and fell just right into
the grave he had dug earlier. To the three men Dale, Scott and Leonard
everything they had seen so far had been strange, surreal but also exciting.
But watching that body roll over and fall into the grave was now something
else!

The tall blond made her way over to them "you thought you were bringing new
dogs to me to replace an aging one, you where bring replacements but it wasn't
the dog's!" She laughed, an almost shrike that sent a chill down each of the
men's spines "get them ready for me I'll be up in a minute" ARRRHHHH! With
that the woman that had stood behind them where unleashed onto the men. A
series of hard blows, fists and boots sent the men to the floor. Quickly
followed by rough hands and grabbing, before they knew it dog leads and
collars where roughly fastened to them. "Come on your in for a real treat!"

The men were dragged through the house; Tara lead the way, one of the gorgeous
looking woman dragged each of the men along by his leash. They were hauled up
the main staircase, down a long corridor and into a large room, a hugh bed
dominated the room "get them ready" Tara commanded. The women ripped at the
men's cloths, torn them off "you won't need these." Finally the three men
where naked apart from the dog collars and leads.

Just then an equally naked Ms De Whipp entered the room via a side door, she
took the leads of her female attendants, who then left. Ms De Whipp climbed
onto the bed, leashes still in her hand "Tara my love come back later I may
need you." The attractive redhead smiled and left. Ms De Whipp pulled the
three men up, she pulled harder and until the men were on the bed with her
"Now then boy's I'm going to call you Barney, you'll be known as Gumbo, and
your Kendo ... ... " The men had lost their names and where now part of Ms De
Whipp's world. " ... The one who pleases me the most will take over the duties
of poor Buster, and the other two ... ... Well you don't really want to know
about that do you, so come on boy's please your mistress!"

The next few hours where very pleasurable ones for Ms De Whipp and a very
nervous time for the men, each trying their best to become the woman's
favourite. Each of them very fearful of what might happen to them if they
failed to entertain and satisfy her! As time went on they fell by the wayside
until the last weary man collapsed, as he did Tara came back into the room.
The redhead turfed the men off the bed; she looked at the exhausted men
"pathetic, you want to satisfy a woman get another woman to do it." She
climbed on the bed and up to her beloved lover, she hands over a mobile phone
"hello my dear" on the other end Ms D'eath is in the process of getting one of
those special massages from her personal secretary, Rachael. "Oh yes they were
just as you said ... ... Oh yes I've found a replacement ... ... You must come
up this weekend ... See you later."

Ms De Whipp handed back the phone, she pointed to one of the men on the floor
"that one will take over from Buster ... ... The others; well I'm sure you'll
find something to do with them! But before you do anything come here and help
me unwind." Ms De Whipp kissed Tara it was time for some more fun, before she
turned her attention back to her new pet ... ... !