I wanted to shout out that I wanted it harder, much harder but knew I was not in charge and was afraid that he would stop. Somehow he knew and the next spanks were much harder and I found myself pushing my bottom out to welcome each spank. The heat all around the area was beautiful but it was what was happening in my head that had me uncontrollably aroused. All my brain was telling me was that the spanking must go on and preferably much harder. He paused again but this time caressed by whole bottom gently with just the tips of one hand.
No touch had ever been so sensual. It was as if he was massaging my brain, my very being. The noises that came out of my mouth were ones of pure ecstasy. This was heavenly but it would not bring me to the orgasm I so badly wanted. My hand found it’s way between my legs and my fingers found my clit.
“No my dear that will not be necessary.”
He knelt behind me and gently removed my hand that had not obeyed his command. He then placed both of his hands on bottom and pulled my cheeks apart. I thought he was going to find my clit with his mouth but instead he found the center of my anus with it. The licking of the very sensitive area was not gentle and very quickly his tongue was demanding entry into an area never entered by anything.
I was as appalled by it as I was excited. This was disgustingly perverted but my brain knew only pleasure from it and my body pushed back onto his probing tongue as an orgasm hit me from nowhere. My whole body shook in spasm after spasm with a violence I was worried would make me pass out. It seemed to last forever but I have no idea how long it was. No orgasm caused by clitoral stimulation had ever or has ever got close to this intensity.
I lay fully supported by the table long after he had moved away. I was not sure I could face the man who had just managed to do what he had just done to me. After a few minutes he came up behind me lent forward as if to cuddle me and brought his mouth next to my ear. Through his trousers I could feel his erection as he whispered
“While I am here your bottom is mine.”
With that he was gone. I was once again gutted by his actions, as I had wanted so much more. It was only then that I realized how selfish that was, as I had not considered his needs in any way. My head was in a spin all evening and I was more sexually aware of myself than ever. The fantasies that accompanied my masturbation that night were lurid and disgusting and it might have been this that made the orgasm so violent.
The next day started just like the previous one. A friendly greeting not recognizing what had gone on and the decorating was started again. As before he transformed as he finished tidying away. He asked me if I had enjoyed the day before and I could not prevent myself from saying how it had been the most wonderful experience. He said that he was pleased I had enjoyed it and suggested that if I wanted I could try something much more challenging. I knew better than challenge him and dropping my head through embarrassment nodding my agreement.
He told me he was going to cane me and that the pain would be very intense. He said in his experience it was better to warm up the bottom before applying the cane, as this would make it far more receptive. He also said that if the recipient was not sexually aroused before the caning started then pain would not usually sexually arouse.
“In your case I don’t think there will be an issue with that will there?”
I was far from sure that this was a compliment but as I had been desperately aroused for a number of hours decided to let it pass. He positioned me over the table as before and pulled my panties down in what seemed to be a disappointingly functional way. I felt his breath on my bottom and heard him take a deep breath in.
“I am far from sure that you need warming up at all but I shall do so anyway.”
He gave me about a dozen firm spanks on my bottom in quite quick succession. My head started to get to the place it had found yesterday and I was sure I could take anything he dished out. I expected to receive the caning straight away but he disappeared for a very long minute before he returned with what looked like a small whip in his hand.
With no explanation he struck me a number of times from each side of me. He then took hold of my hands and without words got me to hold the cheek of my bottom wide apart. He then proceeded to use the whip in upward movements striking just the area around my anus. This was more painful than anything he had done before but was also hugely exciting. I moved myself trying to get the whip to hit my pussy but he made a tutting sound and adjusted the whipping so it wouldn’t. My pussy was screaming for attention but I remembered not being allowed to touch myself the previous day and anyway I didn’t have a spare hand.
I felt let down when he stopped the whipping but the anticipation of a caning soon kicked in. Another pause while he recovered the cane. I held my breath as he laid it across my bottom and started to gently tap it across the whole area. He built the anticipation to a fever pitch before bringing it down with considerable force. I heard it first then the explosion of pure pain knocked every thought from my head.
When the air returned to my lungs I swore I blasphemed and I called him some very rude names. He laughed loudly at my reaction and continued tapping my bottom lightly. My head was scrambled. The pain was more intense than anything I had ever felt. There was no way I could take another five of these, it would kill me. There was no way after all the anticipation I was going to tell him to stop. There was no way I was going to admit to this man that I could not take his caning. These thoughts were flashing quickly through my head but not quickly enough to arrive at a conclusion. I was just conscious that the extreme pain was mellowing and spreading across a larger area when the second explosion cleared all rational thought.
Tears filled my eyes and I was just about to beg him to stop when he struck again. I was dancing around from foot to foot when it struck me that while the extreme pain was still there also a warmth was radiating from each of the stripes on my bottom. I wanted more and more of the pleasure and as it was the pain that was bringing the pleasure I wanted more pain, more caning.
As soon as he saw me settle I got my wish with two more searing cuts from the cane. Again I wanted to play with my pussy, as it would help me deal with the pain. He laid the cane across my back before spreading something soothing across my whole bottom. He worked the cream along the stripes gently then worked round in ever decreasing circles until he found the very sensitive core. He added more cream to his fingers and concentrated on an area an inch square. I felt myself relax and he pushed a finger where only his tongue had gone before.
It slipped in with an ease that was rather concerning. He gently fucked my bottom gradually inserting his finger deeper and deeper. In the state my body was in it felt every bit as good as a large prick fucking my pussy, or it seemed so at the time. My whole body was throbbing but I needed something, something more but what.
“Just two more for your first time. You are doing well to absorb all the pain and I can see that the pleasure is really kicking in. The last two will hurt like hell but see if you can take them with no noise at all. If you can I will use the cream to comfort you.”
I did not know what he meant but was buoyed up by his praise and determined not to let him or myself down. I bit my lip in an attempt to stay quiet. Despite the explosion that threatened my sanity I was soon settled to receive the sixth. He delivered while my body was shaking uncontrollably not in orgasm but in agony.
The relief that there would be no more caning left me sobbing my heart out. He was quickly behind me and squirting the cream onto my bottom before spreading it. It cooled the furnace that was my bottom to only just below boiling point. I was praying that a finger would find the target I wanted it to. I was not disappointed and even better a second finger soon joined it. As he fucked me with them he bent them so that they rubbed towards the front of my body. It felt exactly the same as when my husband finds my g spot.
I knew if he wanted to he could keep doing what he was for as long as I wanted. I told him to just fuck me exactly as he was. He did but added gently spanking me with his other hand. I wanted him to slow down so I could enjoy it for longer but he had other ideas.
“If you want me to look after your bottom for the rest of the week be a good girl and do not cum unless I give you permission.”
He knew I was coiled like a spring waiting to explode but had set me what was surely an impossible task. All I could do was beg him for permission and pray that my body would not betray me.
He teased me asking me if I was a good girl or not. Asking me whether he should help me being a good girl by taking his fingers out. He knew that all this talk would only make it more difficult for me to control myself.
“Oh fuck you win I am going to cum so hard, so hard. Spank me harder, no much harder it is going to happen.”
It happened and it happened spectacularly. Any control I had over my body was lost. The fingers in my bottom held me where I was and the table supported my body. I was able to push myself back onto his fingers to get them as deep as possible. The pain deep in my bowels was the final pain before everything was pure pleasure. My head exploded a little like the night before but in additional my whole lower body was having spasm after spasm similar to a conventional orgasm.
I cried out telling him how wonderful it was and to never let it stop. If only he had had it within his power. He did have the power to give me the most exhausting and satisfying orgasm I had experienced. After I recovered my senses unbelievably I wanted more. My fingers went between my legs. The smack on my bottom was different and clearly was an order to stop.
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