Warning: Rated X - this story goes well beyond simple spanking. If you're easily squicked, skip this one! Otherwise, enjoy and remember that it is fantasy, not a script or a suggestion.
I posted the first parts of the story quite some time ago. In reviewing some of my writing, I discovered that I had another two chapters already written and unposted. If you enjoy this story, you might also like the first two chapters, found here and here.
When he felt her muscles tightening across her tummy, he pulled back, freeing the blindfold as he went. He took a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back, looking his gaze with hers. "Not yet," he growled, "Turn over."
She grimaced at him, her eyes pleading and he relented. "Fine, but you had better keep a civil tongue in your head. You know better than to tell me what to do." She nodded urgently and he removed the gag.
"Flat on your back, now. I know it hurts, beautiful, that's the idea. Legs together and hands at your sides. Wait, spread your legs for a moment."
He slid something inside her and pushed her legs closed again, positioning the control where he could reach it. He sat beside her, cupping her breasts in his hands. After squeezing and manipulating them, enjoying her gasps and squirms as he did so, he considered the pale flesh. The initial welts had faded, but he was determined to replace them, and more.
He began with a flogger, occasionally changing his aim to let the leather fall on her pussy, but primarily waking up the skin on her breasts. When the leather struck the clamps, she gasped. Occasionally, the leather would catch on the clasp, pulling and causing her to moan.
He switched to a light cane, quickly replacing the welts. So quickly, she only had time to draw in a sharp breath, but she bit down on the scream. He considered her, tapping the cane impatiently on her breasts. Then another quick movement added another set of welts. Her breath came quick and heavy. He tapped thoughtfully on the clamps, before leaning down to release them. While she was struggling with the rush of pain, he struck again, drawing a long wordless complaint from her.
He switched to a light cane, quickly replacing the welts. So quickly, she only had time to draw in a sharp breath, but she bit down on the scream. He considered her, tapping the cane impatiently on her breasts. Then another quick movement added another set of welts. Her breath came quick and heavy. He tapped thoughtfully on the clamps, before leaning down to release them. While she was struggling with the rush of pain, he struck again, drawing a long wordless complaint from her.
Her hand clenched the quilt, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He took the moment to switch on the vibrating egg. She lifted her hips, but he struck her breasts again, raising additional welts. Obligingly, he struck between her legs, forcing her hips back to the mattress. Then he returned to her breasts, laying on criss-crossing welts.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please what, beautiful?" He traced her breasts with the tip of the cane. "Please stop?" he taunted, striking each breast again. "Please let me come?" he struck between her legs.
"Yes," she whispered, closing her eyes.
"Look at me," he commanded, "And say it for me."
"I can't," she breathed.
He slapped her breasts, "You can't? Or you won't?"
"Please," she shuddered, her body straining for his touch.
"You can do better than that," he taunted, pinching her nipple hard, then pulling on her breast, squeezing and manipulating the tender, welted flesh.
"Please let me come," she whispered.
Growling and tormenting her breasts harder, he knelt down to whisper in her ear, "I think someone lied to me." He nibbled at her neck, "Do you know what happens to liars?"
Her eyes enormous, she shook her head.
He bit her again, then pulled back to hold her face in his hands. "Liars need punishing, don't they, little one?"
At her hesitant nod, he grinned at her. He patted her pussy familiarly as he stood up, "Spread those legs for me, beautiful."
He returned with a wicked rubber crop. Her breathing raced, her eyes wide. That was on her "no" list, implements she actually disliked. But she had lied to him. She forced her breathing to settle, watching him.
"Going to be good for me now?" he tapped the triangle shaped head against her wet pussy, making wet slapping noises.
"Yeah."
"Good." He lifted the evil thing for a full swing, but his hand struck her instead. Then he settled his fingers in to rub.
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