Wham!
“AAAAAAUH!”
A few seconds later, another swat. Wham!
“OHH!”
By the fifth swat Dan kicked his legs each time the paddle landed. The buildup of painful sensation on the bared bottom of the captive male always had him believing that he could not endure any more. But endure he did, as he had no choice. By the tenth swat, Dan begged her to stop. Bethany kept on.
Both women enjoyed seeing Dan frantically kick and twist with each subsequent swat. His shouts served as a testament to Bethany’s skill at wielding the paddle. By the twentieth hot swat, Tasha had come to orgasm. When the count had reached thirty two, she again climaxed.
Finally Bethany delivered the final paddle stroke.
Wham! “Thirty five!” “AAAAAAAAUGH!”
She allowed five minutes for Dan to recover and get ready for his caning. As she walked around the room the clip-clop sound of her boots conveyed her authority over the captive male. After the five minute wait, she picked up a thin, whippy, straight handled rattan instrument and vigorously whisked it through the air several times.
“Please, no more!” Dan implored. “Please!”
Bethany took her position with one hand on her hip. Tasha again placed her hand under her dress and began to stimulate herself. The whippy cane strokes had the predicted effect. As the far tip of the cane slightly curled to complete the stroke, it raised a weal not only on the buttocks, but also on the more tender skin to the side. Bethany spaced the strokes about ten seconds apart. Dan shouted, furiously kicked, and begged. Tasha climaxed hard when the tenth stroke landed.
When the caning was finished, Dan’s entire bottom was a reddened area with cane lines across it.
“Now, young man,” Bethany said, “I will get my strap-on and fuck you silly!” She stood in front of Dan and removed her bikini bottom. Then she stepped into the leather harness and attached the gel probe.
“I haven’t used this in a while,” she said as she tightened the harness. “I hope I can remember how.”
Tasha giggled.
She pulled on a disposable glove and then went behind Dan. She spread his nether cheeks with one hand and inspected his shaving there. “Not bad,” she remarked. “That little hole of yours is just begging for Bethany’s cock!”
She gave him several servings of lubricant with her gloved finger, and then applied a thick coating to her strap-on probe. Then she got in position to give it to him. She bent her knees slightly, spread his nether cheeks with both hands, and placed the tip of her probe against Dan’s entrance.
“Don’t tighten up, or it’ll hurt. Relax back there.”
After a few seconds she pushed in a couple of inches.
“UNHHHH!” Dan exclaimed.
A short pause there, and she continued to drive the probe inside Dan, a little at a time, until she was all the way in.
“Uh! Ah! Oh!”
Both women giggled.
“Now, all the way out,” Bethany cooed as she pulled back until only the tip of her probe was in Dan. “And ALL the way IN!” she exclaimed, and pushed in to the hilt.
“AAAAAAH!”
“Now out… and IN!”
“Uh-UHHHHH!”
Bethany kept up her in-out narrative as she increased both the speed and the intensity of her thrusts. Dan reacted predictably, and gave louder shouts when the Bethany thrust inward.
The fucking went on and on, and Tasha treated herself to orgasm after orgasm as she watched her submissive boyfriend being taken in the tail end with a strap-on. Dan’s struggle to take what Bethany gave him aroused both women, and after a prolonged fucking, Bethany surrendered to her own orgasm. Her face flushed from her arousal, she closed her eyes tightly, pressed her lips together, and pounded Dan while uttering close-mouthed moans of pleasure.
Bethany released Dan’s restraints. Tasha put her panties on as Dan got dressed and Bethany stepped out of her strap-on harness.
Tasha said nothing, but her eyes conveyed to Bethany that she and Dan were headed for the bedroom and would likely spend the rest of that day and night steeped in pleasure. She handed Tasha a sealed envelope and the couple left.
This one will be fun to watch in bed, Bethany said to herself as she shut off the video cameras and transferred the day’s sessions to disc. She surmised that Tasha had a very sweet pussy, and wondered how many times she would let Dan cum inside her that night.
As she prepared to leave the clinic, the phone rang again and she decided to answer it. A shy, soft female voice quavered, “Bethany. It’s Elisa. Can you? Today?”
Although Bethany had taken care of the video transfers and was preparing to leave, her inner voice told her that she should not miss this one. Also, she always liked the scripts that Elisa came up with.
“Okay. Give me a half hour to set up.”
Elisa whispered, “Okay,” and hung up. A moment later Elisa’s script emerged on Bethany’s fax machine.
“I always get the weird ones,” Bethany thought to herself. “But this one I can’t help getting turned on about. Plus, I’m not likely to get much sleep tonight. My boyfriend’s going to want to fuck me all night after seeing today’s videos.” She set up the hidden video cameras and made sure that one of them would get a full frame view of Elisa’s bare bottom as she whipped. Then she studied Elisa’s script.
Before Elisa arrived, Bethany stepped out of her bikini and put on black pumps. She admired herself in the mirror and waited for her appointment.
A minute later, a slender, nervous female walked in. Her straight brown hair hung down, and her white blouse and black skirt gave the appearance of regulation clothing. Her bare legs were made all the more noticeable by her white socks and sneakers. She carried a long thin package wrapped in newspaper.
“It’s about time you got here, young lady!” Bethany scolded. “Get yourself into the punishment room right now. I want you facing the punishment bench, bare-bottomed, and your skirt hiked up!”
“Yea ma’am,” Elisa squeaked, and hurried to do her mistress’ bidding.
Bethany quickly started the several hidden video cameras, locked the outside doors, and regally strolled into the punishment room. She picked up one of the crepe myrtle switches Elisa had brought, and felt her womanhood tingle. The ample switch had been perfectly prepared, and felt good in her hand. She walked around so that she was behind Elisa. The fearful young lady’s hips touched the punishment bench. Her legs were together, and her hands held her skirt so that her bottom was bare.
Bethany whipped the switch through the air several times and saw Elisa visibly shudder.
“Young lady,” Bethany ordered, “bend over the punishment bench. Keep your skirt above your waist, and don’t get out of position. You have earned a very severe session today.”
Elisa instantly bent over. Bethany regarded the pale bared bottom and thighs which would soon be heavily striated with the switch. She tapped the switch several times on Elisa’s pale nether cheeks, and then gave a hearty swipe.
Elisa gasped and tightened her leg muscles for an instant. Bethany gave another swipe, and Elisa silently jerked her head up and settled back down. The third swipe was considerably harder, and a soft whimper escaped from Elisa’s mouth. Elisa kicked one leg upon feeling the hot striations from the next few switch strokes.
“Stop kicking!” Bethany ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” Elisa replied in a choked, high pitched voice.
Bethany continued to switch Elisa’s bare bottom, and the slender recipient twisted and writhed. Her whimpers became open-mouthed shouts. She stayed in position, though, while her legs trembled and her upper body twisted.
Bethany casually tore off the frayed end of the switch, and resumed, faster and harder. She directed some of her attention to Elisa’s thighs.
“OH! AH! MISTRESS! UHH! OH-MISTRESS!” Elisa shouted, and could not keep from kicking her legs.
“I told you not to kick! Stand up and take all your clothes off!”
Elisa wiggled her bottom as she removed all her clothing. Bethany retrieved a fresh switch and pointed to an area of the room with ample floor space.
“Get over here, facing that wall. Okay. Now get your feet apart. Yes, like that. Put your knees together and point your toes inward.”
When Elisa was in the mandated pigeon-toed pose, Bethany told her to bend over with her hands on her knees and her back horizontal. In that provocative position, Elisa’s bottom stuck out as if asking for attention.
“I’m going to use this switch on you until it’s well worn. If you get out of position, I’ll use the third switch on you until there’s nothing left of it!”
“Oh, Mistress!” Elisa quavered.
Bethany’s womanhood was abundantly creamy, her arousal high. With wide eyes, she focused on the switch-streaked bared bottom of her charge, and with a determined expression on her face, commenced part two of Elisa’s very severe discipline. With vigorous strokes, she whipped Elisa’s bottom and thighs with fast-paced strokes.
Elisa freely voiced her reaction to the unbearable strokes of the switch, interspersing her shouts with “OH, MISTRESS! OH, MISTRESS!” She writhed and twisted, and held her position amazingly well until the switch strokes proved too much for her. Although she kept her knees together and feet apart, she kicked her legs, alternating right and left, giving Bethany a provocative view of the dance of the switch.
“AAAH! MISTRESS!” Elisa shouted as she stood up and hopped up and down.
Bethany put down the frayed switch and scolded, “I wanted you to stay in position! Now you’re going to have to be bound in place.”
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