you pushed me down on the couch, face up. I noticed with alarm the implements spread across the coffee table. Whips, a leather strap, belts, rope, a ruler, gags, blindfolds, and other things I didn’t recognize. I was lying uncomfortably on my tied wrists, and you tied them to my feet, lashing my ankles together. In this position, my knees were bent and I had to make an effort to press my legs together, for they wanted to fall open, revealing myself to you. you unbuttoned my blouse and unlaced my corset, letting my breasts tumble out.
“Would you like me to whip your breasts?” you asked me. I moaned, afraid and yet so excited. you took a leather strap and began to whip them, lightly at first, across the nipples, making me moan in pleasure. you then began to whip harder, catching the undersides of my breasts, crisscrossing my stomach. you alternated hard, burning strokes with softer, more arousing ones and I found myself moaning constantly, twisting and my knees falling open. All too soon, you ceased and slipped a hand between my legs. Under my panties, your finger circled my damp clit and I bucked under your hands, excited by your touch, the touch of this stranger who was taking control of my body.
“What do you want? This is going to be a long party, and I will allow you to choose what comes next.” My mind was full of every dirty fantasy I’ve ever been too ashamed to ask for. I chose the simplest.
“Spank me.” I breathed. you seemed to know what I meant, though the variations all played through my head. You untied me again, and sat down.
“Take off your shirt and lay yourself across my lap.” I took off my shirt, my breasts spilling over the top of my unlaced corset and lay down across your strong legs, feeling a thrill at the submission implicit in the action. I winced slightly as the burning flesh on my breasts comes into contact with your knees. You folded up my skirt and began to slowly pull my panties off. I imagined you looking at my bare bottom for the first time and ached for you to spank me, to sting my aching flesh. You left my panties just below my bottom, making me feel even more exposed. Stoping to tie my hands together as they hung down in front of me.
“Don’t try to get up before I tell you, or I will punish you,” you promised.
Pulling apart my buttocks and looked at me, running a finger down my crack until it touched my soaking wet pussy. I gasped at the intrusion.
“I can look at you this way any time I want now.” you told me. “Not just today.” I hadn’t been thinking about anything past today, but I was so turned on, I didn’t think to protest.
You pulled my panties off, leaving my naked butt framed by my garters and stockings. You began the spanking abruptly, spanking me hard and fast and then slowing, alternating cheeks. I never quite caught my breath you were spanking all over, not missing anything.
Then you stopped, waiting for the pain to subside. It hurt, but after a moment, I wanted more, I didn’t want you to stop. Your hand raised and I waited, tensed for the blow. You waited forever, then it landed with a loud crack that made my back arch. You kept spanking me, right over my ass, where it made me shiver, and right over my pussy, which made me hotter. You yanked my legs apart and began spanking my pussy. I shrieked, even though you used lighter strokes. The pain and pleasure went through me like lightning.
You stopped again and picked up the riding crop from the coffee table.
“Wait, I don’t-,” I began, rearing up. You shoved me back down, holding me with an iron forearm across my back.
“I was going to just give you 5 strokes, but for that protest, I’ll give you 10.” you warned me. The first two strokes hurt like hell, and I began to kick, not enjoying it anymore. you clamped my legs between yours and struck me three more hard, burning strokes, holding me hard in place. Then you stopped for a second. I was crying now and it took me a second to recover from the initial sting.
“Spread your legs,” you ordered. I flinched, hesitating.
“You’ll get ten hard strokes if you disobey me,” you warned in an iron voice. “I’m only giving you a second chance because you are just beginning training.
I spread my legs with trepidation, every muscle tight.
“Wider.” I had to obey. What else could I do?
Then you began stroking my bottom with light strokes, stinging my ass, then the edge of my pussy with your whip. It felt amazing, like nothing I’d ever imagined. I think you gave me more than 10, but I didn’t care- I orgasmed hard under your whip. The last stroke, you held the whip high and brought it down very hard, making my tears start again.
I laid there over your lap, utterly spent. You rubbed my back, releasing my legs and laid a hand over my very hot bottom. You turned me over and began playing with my breasts and my clit as I recovered. I was embarrassed now, and I couldn’t look at you.
“I’d say you needed that quite a bit, young lady.” you said to me. I reached for my clothes and you slapped my hand.
“Oh, we’re not even close to finished.” you warned. “Get down on your knees in front of me.” I knew what you wanted, and my head was clearing after my orgasm. I didn’t want to do it.
You grabbed me by the hair and forced me down in front of you. Frightened, I undid your pants awkwardly, my wrists still tied together. you were hard, and I put your cock in my mouth, your large cock straining my small mouth. You shoved your dick hard into my mouth and I nearly choked. It took me a minute to fall into a rhythm, but once I had, I felt you bend over me, picking something up. I rubbed your balls, really getting into it. Then I felt you strike me lightly on the back and I jerked, pulling back in surprise. You were holding a small black whip with a wooden handle and many strands of leather hanging off of it, perhaps a foot long with little knots in each one. You reached over and struck my ass hard with it.
“Did I tell you to stop?” I took you back in my mouth, distracted by fear and renewed pain. Your hips arched, pressing your dick far into my throat.Whipping my back as I played with you, lightly, throwing in harder slashes occasionally. This rhythm got me excited again, the domination of your dick in my mouth as you whipped me. I moaned deep in my throat, feeling myself get wet again. You pinched my nipples, whipping me harder as you began to come.
You arched, shoving your dick all the way into my mouth with your orgasm. You held my head, blocking all my air for a second as you held my head against you. Then you let go and relaxed. I sat back on my heels, breasts spilling out of my corset and my eyes turned submissively downward as I waited to see what you would do to me next.
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