Story

This story ventures into BDSM and sex. If that's not your thing, skip it. (I think I need a better intro to this type of story, if you have ideas, leave them in the comments or email me.)


His hands wrapped around my wrists, squeezing tight. I felt the tension slip away; my thoughts and worries drifted off, leaving only his hands on me. He watched, holding me motionless.

"Strip," he said, releasing me suddenly.

I slipped out of my jacket, dropping it on the floor. I crossed my wrists in front of me to grab the bottom of my shirt and tug it over my head. I reached behind my back, unfastening my bra and dropping it on the growing pile of clothing. I toed off my shoes, unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied out of them. My panties and socks followed.

"Always a mess," he growled, as he took my wrists again. He held them just a moment this time, before his hands moved to hold my face. One soft caress of my cheek and then he slapped my face, hard.

"On your knees," he ordered. I sunk to my knees as he unbuttoned his jeans and withdrew his cock. I leaned forward eagerly. His hands tangled through my hair, forcing me to take him even deeper into my mouth.

He used me, his hands controlling me. He fucked my mouth, taking his pleasure from my submission. One of his hands eventually slid down to my breast. I shifted to give him better access.

He pulled away without a word. The hand on my breast tightened around my nipple, urging me to my feet. I stood and he took both nipples in his hands - squeezing them, pinching them, twisting them, torturing them. I took a deep breath, thrusting my breasts out to him - offering myself to him.

"Little pain slut, aren't you?"

I nodded.

He released on of my nipples to slap my face, "Answer me when I'm talking to you!"

"Yes," I stammered, uncertain.

"Tell me."

"I'm your little pain slut."

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you?"

I whimpered. He smacked me again and I managed a quiet, "Yes."

Unsatisfied with this answer, his hand dove between my legs. His fingers thrust roughly into my cunt. My body responded to him, lubricating his seeking fingers. He pushed two fingers into me, then three, spreading me wide, then he forced four fingers into my wet cunt.

I writhed on his hand, my breasts thrust out to him, seeking contact with him. He finger fucked me hard, pushing me to orgasm.

"Did you have my permission?" he growled, leaning in close to me.

My naked body pressed against the rough texture of his clothing. I sunk into the contrast for a moment, loving the vulnerability: I stood naked while he was fully clothed; I was flushed with an orgasm he had forced upon me; I was scattered while he remained in control.

"What happens when you come without permission, little one?"

"You punish me," I whispered. A fresh rush of moisture between my legs - he would punish me in the most delicious ways.

"Mmmm," he said, pushing me to the bed. He grabbed his crop and shoved me onto my back. He ordered me to spread my legs with sharp strikes to my thighs. Then he settled in, giving my pussy a solid pounding with his crop.

I lost all sense of time. His crop stung my cunt and my thighs. His sharp orders rang through the air, pushing me to spread myself further, to present, to stay in position, always something. And always, the crop striking me. Tears were running down my cheeks before he stopped. When he paused and took a step back, I asked him to hand me a tissue.

"You think we're through?" he demanded.

I swallowed hard and sniffled, but didn't answer. He threw a tissue at me.

"We've only just begun, pet. Get up and bend over the end of the bed."

I wiped my eyes quickly and blew my nose. Then I was up, bending over the bed. I heard him moving around behind me, collecting things. Then I heard the swish of his belt through his belt loops. I flinched, then arched my back, presenting for him.

Instead of the snap of leather, I felt cool lubricated glass pressing against my asshole. I took a deep breath as he pushed the plug into me, moaning and writhing a bit as he pushed it in and out.

Once the plug was settled deep in my ass, he ordered me to spread my legs. His belt snapped between my legs, striking my already tender pussy. I whimpered and cried and begged him to stop. He ignored me, except for the occasional demand that I get back into position.

His fingers roughly explored my throbbing and swollen pussy. He pinched my pussy lips, pulling them apart and spreading me. Finally, he ran his hard cock between my lips, teasing me. I shifted my hips, pushing, trying to get his cock inside of me. Now I was begging him to fuck me.

His cock slid into me. I accepted it with a moan of satisfaction. My hips pressed back to meet his. He fucked me hard, pushing me close to orgasm but denying me.

"Not yet," he ordered, "Don't you fucking dare come yet."

He withdrew, quickly pulling the plug from my ass as well. Just as quickly, he replaced the plug with his cock. With his huge cock in my ass and his balls slapping against my swollen pussy as he thrust into me, I could hold back no longer. I came hard, my ass clenching around him.

He reached around me to squeeze my nipples, still fucking me hard. When I came a final time, he came with me.

Random Searches

No, I haven't gone so far into my studies that I've decided to bore you with a Fourth Amendment lecture. In fact, as a distraction to all that, I rather randomly decided to look at my blog stats. I stumbled upon the search terms that have brought visitors to my blog.

The most common term this week: [honeymoon blogs] - I can only imagine their surprise! I suppose it's the Brittanic Honeymoon series of stories that brought them here, but I cannot believe they were looking for a spanking blog...

A search I'm considering trying myself: ["his finger slid into her tight"] - I'm curious how many results that would have and if any of the other results are kinky. At least anyone making that search should expect adult content.

Other searchers have very specific tastes.

Take, for example, this one: ["tormenting * breasts" nipples -movies] - I do have several stories that might fit, and there are no movies here.

But for a specific search that fits my blog, this one is pretty good: ["supple leather belt" "her panties"] - there's another search I'd consider doing myself. And it has a higher likelihood that I would find something I'd enjoy.

Trio - part 3 (the end)

The final chapter - again with BDSM and sex.

“My cane,” Franklin requested as he walked over to the restrained girl. Elle retrieved the cane and set it in his waiting palm. He tapped the cane against Layla’s breast. He raised several welts across her breasts before demanding his rubber crop. When Elle supplied the implement, he set into Layla’s inner thighs and wet pussy. It was a harsh punishment, but not a particularly long one.

Franklin turned suddenly to Elle, who was watching breathlessly. He smacked her face to catch her attention. “It’s your fault I had to punish her, you should make her feel better.”

Elle started on Layla’s breasts, kneeling on the side of the bench and pressing her lips against the welts there. She kissed them and licked them, playing with the girl’s nipples as well. Elle’s hands roamed Layla’s body, until the girl was moaning and arching her back for more.

Elle stood up and moved between Layla’s legs. Her hands on the unmarked top of Layla’s thighs, she lowered herself to kiss the welts Franklin had raised on the inside of her thighs. She kissed up one leg and down the other. She returned to the center, kissing Layla’s pussy and sinking down a bit further to slip her tongue between the girl’s pussy lips.

Franklin grabbed Elle by the hair and pulled her away, “Not *that* much better, slut. Get the dildo.” He unfastened Layla’s ankles, letting her put her legs to the floor. He walked around to unfasten her wrists as well, grabbing the box Elle had knelt on to present her breasts earlier and moving it around to support Layla’s feet.

Elle returned with the feeldoe, a double-ended dildo made to be used as a strapless strap-on. Franklin took it from her and pushed the bulbous end into Layla’s pussy. For a few minutes, he fucked her with it, but stopped before she got close to a second orgasm. “Not yet,” he warned, “You don’t get to come again until Elle does.”

He left the dildo in place, the thick cock-like end standing ready, and ordered Elle over. As he offered her a hand up, he growled, “And you don’t get to come without my permission.”

Elle toed off her shoes, smiling shyly at his offer. She took his hand and stepped on the side of the bench, straddling Layla. Her free hand positioned the dildo as she sunk down, still holding Franklin’s hand for balance. She gave his hand a squeeze as the dildo slid into place, her eyes locked on his for a long moment.

Then she leaned forward, reaching her hand over Layla’s head to support her weight as she began to move back and forth on the dildo. She pressed a nipple into the shorter girl’s mouth, insisting the girl tease and suck on her breast. Franklin released her other hand, which found Layla’s breast and did it’s own teasing and pinching.

Franklin took up his cane again, this time striking Elle’s moving ass. She arched her back to present her ass to him, even as she continued moving back and forth on the dildo, grinding her clit into Layla’s clit. Franklin timed his strokes and aimed carefully. Welts rose quickly on Elle’s unmarked skin. She did no more than moan once in protest against the lack of a warm up. Franklin moved to one side, laying welts down one cheek and thigh, before moving to the other side to do the same.

Suddenly he brought the cane down across Layla’s unmarked upper thighs, growling, “Don’t you dare,” before returning to Elle’s ass. Soon both girls were pleading with him, begging permission to come. Elle’s pleas were broken by the blows to her bottom, Layla’s by Elle’s breasts being pressed into her face, but Franklin knew what they were asking.

He pushed them both, making them wait. His cane raised welts that crossed one another on Elle’s bottom and a few parallel lines across Layla’s thighs. Still, he forced them to wait.

Finally, he dropped the cane to his side and walked to the girls’ side. He grabbed Elle by the hair, pulling her to look at him. “Come for me,” he ordered, “Right now.” She shattered, the orgasm taking her in violent waves of pleasure. He held her that way for a moment, watching her, enjoying her.

“I’m not even close to done with you, beautiful.” He leaned in to kiss Elle hard on the mouth, before stepping over to collect a small jar from one of his kits. He positioned himself behind Elle, straddling Layla’s legs but standing between Elle’s spread legs. He released his cock from his pants, lubing it up generously before setting it against Elle’s asshole.

Elle lifted herself up a bit, putting both hands out to support herself, giving Layla the opportunity to move and shift a bit underneath her. Franklin ran a hand down one girl’s leg and up the other’s. He leaned over them both, so that he could see both of them.

“Come as many times as you like,” he offered wickedly, before straightening up and pushing his cock into Elle’s ass.

Trio - part 2

Again, this story includes BDSM and sexual themes. If that isn't your thing, skip it.

Layla shrieked at the first strike of the cane. Franklin turned and growled to Elle, “Shut her up.”

Elle gave one quick glance at the bag and the items she had set out, uncertain about what he wanted her to do. Franklin took two steps over to Elle, smacking her face to bring her attention back to him. Glaring at her, his hand slid from her face, down her neck and across her chest. He grabbed the lacey fabric of her bra and jerked it back, revealing one pert breast. He smacked the bare breast, hard. “Use these,” he ordered.

One of Elle’s hands flew behind her back, unfastening her bra. She shrugged out of it, dropping it into Franklin’s bag. One more look at him and she walked around in front of Layla. She fell to her knees, steadying herself by working her fingers through the girl’s hair. Elle took a deep breath, raising her breasts and thrusting one into Layla’s willing mouth. Elle arched her back and enjoyed the sensation while Franklin returned to his caning.

It wasn’t long before Franklin stopped caning to watch. He set the cane aside and moved a chair so that he could sit and watch.

“Turn her over, Elle.”

Elle pushed herself to her feet and unfastened Layla’s wrists and ankles. She offered a hand to the other girl, helping her to her feet. Layla laid back on the bench on her back. At Franklin’s direction, Elle again fastened Layla’s wrists above her head. The girl spread her legs, resting her feet where her knees had been and Elle clipped her ankles into place using an extra carbineer.

“Nice,” Franklin muttered, enjoying the view granted by Layla’s spread legs. “Now Elle,” he ordered, “Get her off for me.”

Elle gave him a sly smile, kneeling on one side of the bench and taking Layla’s breast in her mouth. She teased the nipple clamp with her tongue until the girl was pleading with her. “Fast or slow?” she asked, blowing cool air on the wet nipple.

“Slow?” Layla answered hesitantly.

Elle eased the clamp off before taking the nipple roughly in her mouth. Layla writhed beneath her, crying out at the rush of pain. Elle ignored this, taking the girl’s breast in both hands, squeezing tightly as her mouth worked the nipple. Soon Layla was panting and begging. Elle eased back, running her nails over the sensitive breast before reaching for the other.

“Fast? Please?” Layla pleaded.

“Okay,” Elle said, teasing the nipple for just one moment before pulling the clamp off suddenly with her lips. This time, she ignored the agonized nipple in favor of squeezing her hands around the breast. She alternated squeezing tightly with lightly teasing the other breast. Finally, she lowered her mouth to Layla’s nipple, teasing it with her tongue.

Now one of Elle’s hands slid down Layla’s body. Her hand moved slowly, exploring but intent on its destination. Elle’s fingers slid into Layla’s slit, her middle finger searching for the girl’s clit while her first and fourth fingers spread the girl’s pussy for her lover’s gaze. Her mouth stayed busy with Layla’s breasts, sucking and teasing, while her fingers played in the girl’s wet pussy.

Franklin moaned softly. His hand discretely stroked the length of his throbbing cock through his jeans.

Elle continued in this vein for bit – her mouth busy with Layla’s breasts, her fingers spreading the girl’s pussy and lightly teasing the girl’s clit. Layla thrust her hips against Elle’s fingers, arching her back to press her breasts into Elle’s mouth.

Elle kept Layla’s pussy spread wide, one finger playing with her clit. Elle’s other hand thrust into Layla’s dripping hole – first two fingers, then three. She fucked the girl hard, spreading her and pounding into her at the same time. With a scream, Layla came and Elle eased back a bit, though she kept Layla’s pussy well spread for Franklin’s view.

Franklin stood; in two quick steps, he was beside the pair. First, he stroked Elle’s face, giving her a rare smile, “That’s my good girl, Elle. You’ll get your reward.” He turned his attention to Layla, “But you?” he smacked her face, hard, “Did I say you could come?”

“But…” Layla began to argue.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, smacking her again. “I’ll deal with you in a moment. But first…”

He took Elle by the hand and led her back to the chair. He unfastened his pants and freed his throbbing cock. As he sat in the chair, he pulled her tiny thong off. One hand hooked behind her knee, he pulled her into his lap. She straddled him, one hand between her legs to direct his cock into her dripping pussy. She slid down onto him, sighing as his cock pushed deep into her cunt.

She moaned, arching her back to display her breasts to him. She didn’t push them into his face, though she offered them for his taking. Here, she would not be so bold as she might in the privacy of their bedroom. But this was her reward, so she rode him, bouncing up and down on his cock.

He took the offered nipples in his mouth, one after another. His hands alternated between teasing her breasts, stroking her clit, and squeezing around her hips, controlling her rhythm. Soon she was begging for his permission to come, but he denied her. She simply rode him harder and faster, pleading with him. Finally, he granted her permission and she came noisily – screaming out while her cunt clutched his cock.

He held her there for a moment before he helped her to her feet. He hugged her tight for a moment, letting her shake against him. He whispered quietly to her, reassuring her and planning the next part of their scene.

Work Startle - part 4

Unable to get the image of my boss telling me he had been "a very naughty boy" out of my head, I relayed the story to J over lunch. As a result, this has become a running joke between us.

For example, one of the coworkers we play table tennis with over lunch got a new paddle from his wife as an early Christmas gift. J's email scheduling our next table tennis adventure said something like, "R is eager to show off the new paddle he got for Christmas. I guess he's been a very naughty boy..."

But to top it off, J included this card with one of my Christmas gifts:

Right, that's not a bit awkward. (Okay, I loved it!)

Trio - part 1

This story goes beyond spanking, into BDSM with a very sexual scene. If that isn't your thing...read something else.

They entered the courtyard a laughing trio, having enjoyed a leisurely dinner full of banter and bratting. Franklin walked between the girls, dressed in tight jeans and a black dress shirt with details that hinted at the climax of their evening. The girls that bookended him wore cute party dresses, but there the similarity ended. Elle, the taller of the pair, pulled a rolling bag full of implements; Layla carried her change of clothes in a messenger bag slung across her fit body.

Franklin paid their entrance fee and drifted off to talk to friends while the girls slipped off in different directions. Elle assessed the scenes in progress, the equipment available, and the prevailing mood in each room. Franklin had given her specific instructions. She picked a spot and laid open his bag on the floor.

She pulled her dress over her head with a practiced motion, utterly unselfconscious about being nearly naked in a room full of people. Franklin and she were known here. And while she played with others, none would approach her while she was alone. The hand that curled around her bare waist could only belong to her lover; her body responded automatically, leaning back against him and curling around him.

Franklin spun her around and kissed her deeply. They spent a moment in a tight embrace, oblivious to the room and people around them. Finally, he slid his hands to her wrists, squeezed them tightly and pulled her away enough to look at her.

She wore the ridiculously high-heeled black-and-purple shoes she had fallen in love with when she’d seen the corset-like lacing up the back. Black seemed stockings lengthened her already long legs, held in place by a black lace garter belt. Over that, she wore a tiny purple thong. A simple, gold, curved barbell graced her bellybutton. Her naturally perky breasts were lifted slightly by a push-up, black lace bra.

Around her neck, she wore the “collar” they had settled on for everyday wear. It was styled after a “Return to Tiffany” bracelet they had found when they were first dating - a wide, but simple, gold chain that fit closely just above her collarbone, with a smooth pendant that rested at the base of her throat. The phrase engraved there – Return to Franklin – was as acceptable in the vanilla world as it was understandable in this world.

Franklin smiled, well pleased with the way his girl looked tonight. He squeezed her wrists tight, almost painfully tight, smiling at the way she melted in front of him.

“Something is missing, little one,” he said quietly.

She sunk down to her knees, turning quickly to his bag and removing the black and purple wrist restraints Franklin had gotten custom made for her. He fastened them around her wrists easily, though the process was not so simple as he made it look. These restraints closed with a purple lacing detail similar to that on her shoes and many corsets, instead of the typical belt buckle closure. This pair was more decorative than functional, though they served a purpose.

“Beautiful,” he said approvingly as she rose again to her feet. He cupped her cheek in his hand and after checking in with her once more, admonished her to finish her part of the preparations while he sought out the third participant in their scene.

Elle found the cleaning supplies that were neatly hidden in a nook and wiped down the bench she had selected. She laid out a towel on the floor and began to arrange Franklin’s implements. She tried different arrangements – from stingy to thuddy, from large to small – before settling on one that pleased her eye. She rolled her dress neatly and tucked it into his bag. She flipped out a smaller towel and opened one of his neat kits to unpack a range of items he used for nipple torture. On the third and final towel, she placed the other kits, unopened in case he wanted them.

By the time she finished, Franklin had returned with Layla. Their scene had clearly started in the other room, for he dropped into the chair closest to Elle and flung Layla over his lap. He rolled up her tight skirt immediately before laying into her backside with his hand. Elle moved around to kneel where she had a better view.

“The nanny paddle,” Franklin snapped, pausing only long enough to reach for the implement that Elle placed instantly in his hand. The loud smacks of the paddle echoed through the room, causing at least one casual conversation to stop while the interested parties stared at the scene. It was nothing elaborate yet, though, so conversations resumed around them as Franklin worked his way through different implements.

Elle knelt quietly where she could both watch the scene and reach the necessary implements to effect the exchanges that Franklin requested. At one point, she stood and removed the girl’s panties at his direction and under his watchful eye.

“Is she wet?” he demanded before Elle had the chance to retreat.

Elle slid cool fingers between Layla’s legs, and responded quietly, “A bit.”

Franklin slide his own fingers into the girl’s pussy as Elle sunk back to her knees, “Not as wet as you are, love?”

Elle had the grace to look down, though she smiled. Franklin reached out and smacked her face, “Don’t try to hide from me, pet. I know you.”

They returned to the easy flow of the scene. He would demand an implement. She would offer it up handle first. He would hold out his current implement, which she would take with one hand while placing the other in his palm. He would resume spanking without more than a moment’s pause.

Although Layla was clearly enjoying the spanking, she fought frantically against some of the implements. Her panties had flown across the room and her tiny top had slid up to reveal the tantalizing view of one breast. Franklin suddenly stood up, toppling her from his lap.

“Get her naked,” Franklin ordered. He moved to review his implements while Elle helped Layla out of what little clothing remained. Franklin flung a set of restraints over to the girls, and Elle scrambled to fasten them around the other’s wrists and ankles.

“Here,” Franklin said, pointing to the lower portion of the spanking bench, indicating that Layla should sit there. She did as she was told without further direction. Elle stood and moved to the other side of the implement-laden towel. Before she could sink back to her knees, Franklin had another order, “Get her nipples hard.”

Elle caught her lower lip between her teeth, looking sideways at Franklin for just a moment. When he stared evenly back at her, she walked over to Layla, placed a hand on either knee and sunk to her knees before the other. She cupped the girl’s breasts in her hands, teasing them gently before lowering her mouth to first one nipple, then the other. Her fingers pinched and twisted one nipple while her lips and tongue worked the other.

When one nipple was hard, Franklin pushed Elle away from it to attach a clamp while Elle focused on the other. Franklin pushed her away a second time to attach the second clamp. He watched the reaction of one girl after the other, enjoying the way one processed the pain while the other craved it.

Suddenly, he turned to Elle and smacked her face several times. “What are you doing? Sitting there staring? I want my cane.”

Elle scrambled after the requested implement, but when she had it in hand, Franklin had turned his attention to securing Layla over the bench. Elle sunk back on her knees, watching, her eyes bright. Franklin reached out without looking and Elle put the cane in his hand.

Work Startle - part 3

As you’ll remember for my last post on this, my co-worker, J, had expressed his desire for a gift certificate to “Paddle Palace” for Christmas.

I had an opportunity to talk to our boss after J had left the office. Our offices are interlinked, so discussing anything privately can be a challenge. I’ll leave you to imagine scheduling doctor’s visits – I think it’s safe to say that we have few secrets between the three of us. Though I have managed to keep my kink to myself. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: “J says, if we’re looking for a Christmas gift for him, he’d like a gift certificate to Paddle Palace.”

[stunned silence]

Me (laughing): “He assures me it isn’t as kinky as it sounds…”

Boss (also laughing): “Maybe the two of you should get *me* one of those. Or better yet, get one for [pet name for his wife].”

Then he stops laughing, looks away and at the ground, and says, “I’ve been a very naughty boy…”

I took that as a sign that it was time to leave, before things got any stranger.