“Yes, I know. I felt the same way. I wanted to leave with you then and bring you home.” I said.
She took a sip of wine and paused, looking into space before continuing: “I never imagined that he would use that cane on me. I nearly feinted when I saw it in your hands. I knew then that he was going to use it on me. I was absolutely terrified. My heart was going like a train and my knees nearly gave way.”
“Yes, I saw the effect it had on you.” I told her.
“You know, I came while he beat me. I was so…. wanting….” My cock was hardening.
“Yes, I thought that you did.” I told her. “So you wanted it?”
“Oh God. It was so exciting. That last batch of six… then when you left the room. Slowly given, it was so erotic. Then when he touched me after each stroke it was just amazing.”
I had to clear my throat. My heart was thumping and my hand was shaking as it gently stroked her breast through her blouse. But I had to ask: “Were you still tied down to the chair when he er… fucked you?”
“Oh God, John. I am so sorry. He just…. sort of… got carried away.”
“Penny, I understand. I’m not angry. I realise that you were both overcome with emotion. I wanted you desperately before I left the room and I suppose that I sort of realised that he would want you as well.” I hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips. I continued to stroke her breast feeling the now firm nipple. “Were you still restrained when he took you?”
“Yes.” She whispered. “Well, I was the first time he…..”
“Oh, Penny!”
I took her hand and placed it on my cock through my trousers. It was now completely hard. She held it and looked up at me: “This is exciting you, isn’t it?”
“Oh, Penny darling. Yes, it was so arousing seeing you being dealt with. What happened after I left the room?”
“Well, after you had gone he seemed to calm down. He seemed to want to take his time and prolong events.”
“I was listening at the door.” She squeezed me.
“After the first stroke he said that he wanted to touch my breasts. You know that he had already removed my bra and had touched them when you were in the room. But now he actually asked my permission, saying that now you were out of the room we were more free to indulge ourselves. I told him that since I was completely restrained I was in no position to resist him. He laughed, as he bent over behind me. He handled my breasts viciously while telling me how lovely they were. He pulled my nipples far harder than you ever do. It really hurt. But I was so aroused. I could feel his erection through his trousers pressing into my bum.”
“I saw how red your breasts were afterwards.” I undid the buttons of her blouse, slipped it off her shoulders, easing the bra straps down at the same time. I unclasped her bra. I kissed her. “Now I can hold your breasts as I imagine him fondling them.”
“Yes, but I know that you will be more gentle.”
“I am sorry that I am not more firm with you,” I told her.
Penny smiled and kissed me “Oh, darling. I love the gentle man that you are.” She stood, removed her blouse, then her bra from her arms and finally her skirt. She was now naked except for a tight pair of black satin panties. She sat beside me on the sofa again, her hand returning to my penis.
I was now able to play with her bare breast. I kissed her. “What happened next?” I asked.
She looked at me: “After a bit he took up the cane. He asked if I was ready for another stroke. I told him that I was. He took his time then gave me a really hard one. I must have screamed in agony as he immediately soothed me, talking to me gently, and rubbing my bottom and thighs. I realised that this was no longer just punishment. This was 100% sexual. I was a naughty girl being punished by a strong man. Oh God, I felt so turned on. It was completely engulfing me. I needed this more than anything.”
She paused; she extracted my cock from the confines of my trousers and boxers and gently started to rub it with her hand. I was completely hard. I told her to continue. Taking a deep breath she spoke: “I feel so naughty telling you. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
I kissed her. “Tell me,” I said.
She gripped my cock hard. “He pushed my thong aside and his fingers stroked my pussy. It felt so good. He stopped and I turned my head to see him undo his belt. I was so ashamed. I thought of you next door. I put my head down again. He was behind me so I couldn’t see him, but then suddenly, his hands were on my hips. Oh God. I can’t tell you.”
“Penny, I need to know.”
“Well, err, his now naked cock was suddenly resting in my bottom crack. He slapped me on the cheeks of my bum with his cock. He lent down and whispered in my ear that I was beautiful. His cock was hard in my crack. He was moving it up and down in my crease. I was scared that he would take me in my bottom. I really didn’t want that. But I liked the feeling of it. I wanted his cock. He whispered again in my ear this time telling me that he was going to fuck me. I shivered, knowing that you were outside the door, but I wanted him. Suddenly I felt his cock jerking and spurting over my bottom and in the crack. He had come and his goo was all over my bottom. I was horrified but I was also pleased because he hadn’t come inside me which would have been awful.”
“Oh, darling.” I kissed her and squeezed her breast. “What happened next?”
“Well, I thought that it would all be over but I was wrong. He put his hand on my bum and smoothed the semen on to my cheeks. It felt so naughty but it was nice! He told me that I had two strokes to come. He took up the cane and tapped it on my bottom. He hit me hard. I yelled again. He untied my wrists and ankles and as I stood he removed the ankle cuffs. He told me to remove the wrist cuffs. As I did he took off his trousers and boxers which were already around his ankles. His cock was quite big, dangling in front of him. We stood as he took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. Some of his semen was dribbling down my back. But now his cock was touching my tummy. Then he was gentle with me caressing my breasts then sucking them. His hand went to my mound and his fingers once again slid under my thong. He told me that he was very pleased with me. He had already come so I thought that it was all over.
“But then he explained that I would not be bound for the final stroke. He wanted me to be free to get in position on my own accord. He said that the last stroke would be the hardest yet but he wanted me to prove my submissiveness and bravery by getting g in position and staying there before and after the stroke. As he explained this he took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was half limp but I felt it harden as he spoke. He continued telling me that after the stroke I was to be silent and put my hands on my bottom holding my cheeks apart. He expected me to remain in this position. Did I understand? I felt him get harder. My heart was hammering in my chest. I knew then that he intended to sodomise me, but I told him that I understood. He went to the door to my office separating you from us and locked it. I knew that you would be on the other side worrying about what was going on. I also knew that by locking it he was intending something serious. My juices were flowing with trepidation. I was so aroused.
“He stood in front of me holding the cane. His cock was now fully erect curving up to his stomach. He told me to hold it in both hands. “Hold it tight and get familiar with it,” he told me. I did what he said. I moved my hands up and down it. He seemed to like that as his breathing quickened. “Are you ready for the final stroke?” He asked me. I told him that I was. “Get in position over the chair,” he said. I picked up the cushion which had fallen on the floor, put it against my pelvis and slowly lent over the back of the chair. I was again bent almost double. I moved my legs as wide apart as possible as I knew that he would want that. Then I watched him as he went to the desk. He came back with a pair of scissors. He cut my thong with the scissors and peeled it away from my bottom and pussy. He was standing close to me, his exposed cock inches away from my face. God, John, it was an impressive size now. I tentatively put out my hand and held it tightly again. He sighed as his tool seemed to gain even more strength. It got thicker, longer and harder as I rubbed it up and down. Soon it was absolutely solid. I knew that I wanted it inside me. He gently touched my head. I knew what he wanted. I kissed the end of it. He sighed. He told me to take it in my mouth. I looked up at him. Then I did. He was pushing it into my open mouth. I sucked it hard. I could taste the droplet of pre-come. He told me that I was a naughty woman. He turned away and picked up the cane again. I was so scared but I was determined to stay in position. I was crying, not because I was hurt, but because of my deep emotions.
“He asked me again if I was ready for the final stroke. I replied that I was. He tapped my bottom with the cane about four times. Then he struck. God it was the hardest yet. I screamed again. But I gripped the arms of the chair tightly. I was determined to keep my position as he had ordered. I heard you check the door. You must have been really worried when you found it locked. I actually wanted you with me. I wanted you to be beside me, encouraging me, soothing me with kind words while he did things to me. I wanted you to be part of it. I turned my head towards him, looked him in the eye and put my hands on my bum cheeks and held them apart as he had told me. Through my tears I told him that I was ready for him.”
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