My breasts shuddered under the pummelling of the jets of icy cold water, and below, a pair of other shower heads directed streams of needling sprays up into my crotch, so that no matter how I wriggled and danced, I could not escape their intimate cleansing! Babs pushed a long handled brush between the bars and laughed happily while slowly working its harsh bristles all over my goose-bumped body, taking particular delight in scrubbing up between my thighs and over my breasts. I screamed madly from the scratching across my super-sensitive and freezing flesh, but it went on and on! This was far worse than any cleaning I’d had until now! As was Babs’ intent, it was not a pleasurable process, but an additional and cruel means of punishment. She alternated with the brush, then a cloth, dousing t
