We took a nice, long shower together. We did not have sex as I was hoping, but we used our hands on one another, caressing each other, getting my pussy wet and his dick hard. When finished, we wrapped towels around ourselves. I brushed my hair a little and I noticed Jonathan watched me while doing this.
Then we walked back out to the bathroom, where I was hoping he would fuck me. I was surprised to see Gabriel standing in my bedroom, near the bed. She was holding a bathrobe and a bag of some sort. Jonathan walked over to Gabriel, took off his towel and put on the bathrobe she had brought. He took the bag from Gabriel and stepped over to the bed.
“Sabrina, why don’t you sit down?” he asked.
I did so, wondering why he would change in front of Gabriel, wondering why Gabriel was here, and wondering what was about to happen.
He put the bag down on the floor, kneeled down in front of me and gently unwrapped my towel, tossing it to Gabriel. I hoped he might be about to eat my pussy out, but I also doubted that was about to happen.
He put his hands on my thighs and said, “Sabrina, it was a shame you were late. Gabriel went to a lot of trouble fixing that nice meal and I had to eat it by myself. That was selfish of you, wasn’t it?”
Now dreading something unpleasant was coming, I replied, “Yes. Again, I’m sorry.”
“Saying you’re sorry is good. But how should we make sure something like this doesn’t happen again?” he asked looking into my eyes.
“I won’t be late anymore, I promise.”
“I believe you. But still I think it’s important to make sure you understand that being late causes problems,” he stated as he reached into the bag.
He pulled out a couple of leather cuffs with metal rings on them and put one on each wrist. He then pulled two more cuffs from the bag and buckled them onto my ankles.
“Why don’t you lie down?” he asked, gently.
Resigned to some unpleasant, but still uncertain fate, I swung my legs up on the bed and laid back, trying to cover myself with my arms.
“No. No. On your stomach, I mean.”
I obediently rolled over. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him reach down into the bag and saw him pull out a bundle white rope. He pulled the free end and began tying it to the ring on my left cuff. Then I felt pulling on my left ankle and realized he was tying rope to the ring on that restraint. He leaned over me and did the same to my right ankle and right wrist.
He positioned my arms above my head and fed the ropes through the steel stiles in the headboard and tied them. Next, he separated my ankles a little and, I assumed, fed the ropes through the steel stiles at the foot of the bed. Then I could feel some tugging on my legs and I could tell he was tying the ropes attached to my ankles to the bed. He pulled those ropes tight, stretching my arms and legs to the point I was uncomfortable. He then tied the ropes at my ankles to secure me to the bed.
He stood at the side of the bed and said, “Sabrina, I hope after this you wont be late again.”
Stretched as tightly as I was, it was hard to turn my head far enough to the left to look at him, so I just dropped my head down onto the bed between my arms. I then heard him say something in Spanish, which I assumed was to Gabriel, followed by the sound of the bag rustling again.
I heard Gabriel whisper something. She sounded scared for some reason. Jonathan spoke again, sternly this time. Just as I tried to look to see what was going on, I heard a quick whishing sound and felt a sting on my butt. It did not hurt badly. If this was the type of punishment Jonathan had in mind for me, it would not be bad.
Right after the sting, I heard Jonathan speaking in Spanish again. He raised his voice this time, sounding as if he were scolding Gabriel. My curiosity compelled me to lift my head to see what was going on and I was surprised to see Gabriel holding a whip, looking fearful while Jonathan scolded her.
I now realized Jonathan was not whipping me; he was making Gabriel whip me. And from what I could tell, he was instructing her to hit me harder than she had hit me before. I saw him point at me and say something else. She drew the whip back and I put my head back down before I heard the swish and felt the sting. This time, the pain was much worse.
I heard Jonathan say, “Bueno. Otra vez,” which even I understood.
Then there was another stroke, as painful as the last. This was followed by more. She continued to hit me as Jonathan urged her on by saying, ‘Bueno’ occasionally. The strokes landed all over my back and all the way down to my ass. I lost track of how many times she struck me.
Between the pain of being stretched tightly and the pain of the whipping, I was in agony. The whipping seemed to go on a long time. I tried my best not to cry out. I did not want them to have the satisfaction of hearing me suffer. And I hid my face in the bed so they would not see me crying.
Eventually, it stopped when I heard Jonathan intervene. I could sense they traded places and he was now next to the side of the bed. He leaned down to my ear and whispered to me.
“That’s all, Sabrina. Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”
“Yes,” I sniffled.
“Good. Then let’s be on time from now on.”
I felt the mattress shift as he sat on the edge of the bed next to me.
“I had hoped we would have a nice dinner and a quiet evening together and finish the night by making love.”
I did not respond.
“Do you like it when we make love?”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“I do too. Maybe we still can. Would that make you happy?”
I was not really interested in having sex right now. My back and ass were stinging and my shoulders, back, knees and ankles all ached. But for some reason, my foolish pride answered ‘yes’ for me.
“Good. Let’s do that then.”
I heard him say something in Spanish again. Then he raised up on his knees and turned toward me. He reached for my head and gently lifted it up. His dick was now near my face.
“Would you help me get ready, please?”
I had thought he would untie me, but evidently he expected me to suck his dick while I was still tied up. Twisting my head this way hurt my neck, but despite all this, I was able to use my tongue and mouth to get him hard very quickly. He face fucked me a little, sticking his dick way down my throat.
Then he got up. I thought he might now finally untie me, so he could fuck me. But he merely moved over me, straddling me. Then it dawned on me he was going to fuck me while I was still tied to the bed.
I could feel him moving his dick around between my legs and waited for him to enter me. Even after everything he and Gabriel had just put me through, my pussy was wet. He slid his dick down the cack between my butt cheeks, but when he got to my asshole, he stopped there and began to push in.
I was not expecting that. Getting assfucked was bad enough when I could lay comfortably and lube was involved. But I was certainly not comfortable and the only lube now was a layer of my spit on his dick.
This did not stop him; he pushed all the way in. And then he started pounding me. And he kept pounding me. It seemed to take him forever to cum. The whole time he was fucking me, all the different types of pain shot trough me; the soreness in my joints from being stretched, the pain from being stretched further by his weight on me, the sharp pain from the whipping, and the pain in my ass from being fucked with no lube.
When he was finally done and got off me, it was a bit of a relief. I was still miserably uncomfortable, but not as miserable has during his anal assault. I felt him get up from the bed and sensed he took a few steps away. I heard him say something else in Spanish, apparently not only had Gabriel whipped me on his instruction, but she had witnessed him sodomizing me.
The next sound I heard was a slurping sound. I lifted and turned my head to see her on her knees, licking his dick. He was having her clean his dick off with her mouth. After a couple of minutes of that, he returned to the bedside and lightly brushed my stinging butt.
“Oh, Sebrina, your backside looks very sore and tender. I doubt you would get much sleep if you rolled over onto it. It’s probably best if you slept on your stomach tonight. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
So, I spent the entire night on my stomach, tied so tightly, my entire body ached. The little sleep I did get, came in spurts and only because I was completely exhausted. I may have slept a total of two hours.
Gabriel came into my room the next morning after the sun was already up. I was guessing it was around 8:00, which meant I had spent around nine hours tied to the bed. My soreness had given way to numbness.
Gabriel leaned down at the side of my bed and whispered to me. “Missy I sorry I hit missy.”
English. She was actually speaking English. This realization surprised me to the point, I temporarily forgot my body was still immobilized.
“Did you just speak English?” I asked, almost involuntarily.
“Sshh. Please sshh missy. I no want Senior Jonathan hear me talk to you.”
Whispering, I replied, “He told me you don’t speak English.”
“He not know. He think I not know English. He tell me I not to talk to you.”
“I wont tell Jonathan,” I assured her.
“He send me. Want me bring you to him. Breakfast,” she said as she began to untie the ropes that had stretched me mercilessly.
As she untied the last of the ropes, I slowly tried to sit up. It was painful; all my joints hurt.
“Missy I sorry. I no want to hit. Senior Jonathan tell me,” she said with tears welling up in her eyes.
“Gabriel, it’s OK,” I assured her. “I’m not angry at you. I know he made you.”
I started to unbuckle one of the cuffs on my wrists, but Gabriel stopped me.
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