His fingers were stroking in and out of my pussy. Oh, I was so wet there, I think I had an orgasm just from him spanking me. “Oh, yes, it’s nice and wet. Think you’ll already have plenty of lubrication.” He was bringing his wet fingers around to my ass hole, and pushing his fingers in and out, making my hole nice and wet. “Oh, yeah, you have plenty. I know you like it in the ass only you almost never let me do it if I ask you.”
Before I knew it, he was pushing his big firm cock into me. Oh, this intrusion is always a painful shock at first, but once he was in me, he held it still while I had time to take a breath and relax. “Yeah, baby. I knew you’d like it.” He started fucking my ass, while I could just lay there and say nothing about it. “You just need to learn how to accept things without bitching about it all the time. That’s what our lesson for today will be.”
Well, he fucked my ass until he came, and then pulled the covers up over us, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
When I awoke, I had a feeling it had all been a dream, but in reality, it was the first time in a long time I awoke completely sober and not hung over. He untied me, leaving the tape on my mouth and walked me to the bathroom. “Don’t touch that tape until I get back.
He dressed quickly and came back to the bathroom as I was washing myself. I smelled coffee as we walked downstairs. He seated me at the table, tying my hands behind my back and to the back of the chair. He poured himself coffee and made himself breakfast. I couldn’t believe it. I mean accepting spankings and being tied up for a punishment was one thing, but no coffee! That was downright inhumane.
He cleared off the table and washed the dishes in the sink, cleaning off the counter, stove and table, then said, “Ok, sweetheart. I have some work to do in the den.” He untied me and walked with me to his den, which is really an alcove off the side of the living room, past a nice wide arch. My wrists still tied together, he raised them up over my head and hooked over a nail in the center of the arch. “Now, honey, I can get some work done and you can practice being submissive and quiet. This time, though, I think I’ll add a blindfold so you can’t watch me or watch the clock.”
He slipped a blindfold over my eyes and left me there. I could hear him typing on the computer, and talking on the phone a few times, and then after awhile, he got up, grabbed his keys and went out the door. I couldn’t believe it, here I was hanging in the middle of his house and he just left me.
Some time later, I have no idea when, he came back. I sensed movement behind me and my ears strained to discern what he was doing. I had no sense of time or place. The whole world swirled around this room, and I was bewildered by it all, breathlessly wondering what might happen.
A faint whisper of movement in the air was followed abruptly by the sound of his swishing whip. The eight-stranded whip bit sharply into my ass. The sudden surprise of it had caught me totally off guard, and I was in as much shock as I was in pain. I grasped the rope above my hands tighter, trying to brace myself for what might come next. I waited for the pain once more…and it came over and over.
Eric’s fingertips ran lightly over the red stripes he had just left on my alabaster ass. His touch was at once soothing and refreshing. As he softly brushed my ass with his fingers, his other hand moved up the front of my body, light as a feather, over my abdomen, across my stomach, in soft, delightful concentric circles. His hand finally cupped my waiting breast, holding its weightiness and kneading it gently.
He rubbed his thumb lightly over my nipple, and I felt it become hard in an instant, sending an electric jolt downward. I had always suspected there was a nerve that ran from nipple to my clit, and Eric was verifying my suspicions. If I was wet between my legs before, I was soaked now. The juices running down my thighs soon cooled to the room’s air, but the feeling made me acutely aware of how excited I was. I had just tasted the first whip of my life, and its affect still lingered, but there was something in me that wanted more. Much more… The proverbial light bulb had once again gone off in my head, and I was drowning in my own ocean of wants and desires.
I’m not sure about this mentoring idea. But I do trust Eric.
Part 2 After a week of not hearing anything from Eric, he called me on Friday and told me to get right over to his place.
It kinda pissed me off. What; am I just supposed to jump up immediately at his beck and call? Maybe I should just wait and finish what I’m doing just so he doesn’t think he can command my appearance whenever he pleases. I finished what I was working on, but then started thinking, he wouldn’t be very happy with me. And then I started worrying about the consequences of my hard-headed delay.
I pushed my chair back from the desk, slipped on a pair of sandals and headed out the door. I walked down the block in the sweltering heat with my pulse racing.
The knowledge that Eric wanted to see me, egged me on. But I was also dreading seeing him after making him wait. Well, after all, I Did come, and maybe it wasn’t that urgent after all.
I crossed the vacant lot and walked into his back yard. As soon as I saw him I gave him a sly grin and headed for his deck.
“What took you so long?”
“Well, I was in the middle of something I had to finish.” My lame excuse hung in the air. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Does this mean you’re going to punish me?”
“Don’t you think you deserve to be punished?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir, I do deserve to be punished.” “That’s better. Now, turn over and present yourself to me.”
I wiggled out of my shorts, turned around and bent over leaning with my elbows on the bench, and grinned over my shoulder at him.
Without a word, Eric took a long slender scrap of wood from the corner. It was about two feet long, an inch wide, and thin and flexible.
I let out a small sigh and put my head down on the bench, knowing what was coming. Eric stood and admired the sight before him. My eyes were closed, and my tank top stuck to my sweaty torso in places.
“You look quite content,” he said, and ran his hand over my simple white panties. “You really trust me, don’t you?” He asked.
“Mm hm,” she murmured. “yes, sir.”
“Good. I trust you, too. But you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” He slapped one cheek lightly, and watched my flesh wiggle.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it anymore, Cathie.” I could hear the serious tone of his voice and my smile disappeared.
“But I am sorry, and I will take any punishment you decide is proper.”
His hand slipped into my panties and squeezed my butt. He ran his hand over my sweaty flesh.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, and pulled my panties down, leaving them around my lower thighs.
He stepped back and I heard the stick whistle through the air. The crack against my ass stung and made me cry out.
Again I felt the crack against my ass. “Oh!” I gasped. “Uh.” The strikes hurt, and the first ones had started to throb.
I could picture what he was seeing, my skin glistened with sweat, crossed by red welts. He slipped his other hand into his loose shorts and started stroking it while he continued to bring down the stick.
The pain in my ass had grown and was bringing tears to my eyes. “Ah!” I cried out. It was mingled, however, with a fire growing in my pussy. Taking the pain was wonderful. Submitting to this strong, fair man made me so hot.
“Do you still trust me, Cathie?” Crack.
“Ow! Yes, sir.”
“You will take whatever I give.” He said, as a matter of fact. Crack went the stick against my thigh. My pussy was wet as can be.
“Yes, sir. I will take it all. Oh! I will please you. Use me for your pleasure,” I pledged.
“Oh, I will,” he promised. The beating continued, with his strokes growing more ferocious. My ass was covered in red welts, and I was crying openly. Moisture was running down my thighs, mixing with the sweat that covered every inch of my body.
“Spread your legs more,” he said.
I complied, and the next blow landed at the top of my thigh, millimeters from my pussy. An electric jolt went through my body. He struck again, and the stick hit across my labia, causing a great jolt of pain and pleasure.
Again, he struck my pussy. I cried out, in pain and pleasure. Whack.
“Oh!”
With one more stroke at my pussy I came. Cries of pain and pleasure came from my throat. Sobs mixed with gasps.
Before my orgasm ended he put down the stick and gripped my hips, then slid his big, thick cock into my dripping pussy in one stroke. My climax renewed itself and I pushed my spasming pussy back against him.
He held tight to my slippery hips and pounded into me. My pussy gripped his cock in a heavenly fashion. He could feel the soft, slick walls as his sensitive head pushed between them.
He slid a hand over my ass and slipped his thumb into my anus. I grunted and pushed back. The sweat let his thumb slip in deep with no effort.
“Mmm. As fine as your pussy is, I need to take your ass,” he said.
As good as his thumb felt, the cock in my pussy was much bigger, and I was afraid it would hurt, but my desire to please was greater than my fear. I wanted nothing more than to submit, and give him every thing he desired.
“Take me, please,” I said. “Fuck my ass.”
He pulled from my sopping pussy and placed his slick member against my anus, then pushed. I relaxed as best as I could, but the pain was considerable, and as my reflexes tightened my sphincter I cried out.
“Oh, please sir, fuck my ass. Don’t stop,” I cried through my tears. The pain was strong, but I did not want him to think I was resisting.
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