Revenge

“I’ve got pretty good at it now, wanna try?” he asked, but already knew the answer to that, as he did to his next question. “It might hurt a bit though, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Just don’t mark me” As she said that she realised she wanted him to hurt her, just like he used too – pleasure and pain were combined beautifully under his hands.

“I won’t, at least not permanently. But don’t stop frigging, you gotta cum first before I can punish you for it!”

He said it as if stating the obvious, and she realised that she had indeed stopped playing, but with her hands still in place and in fact with two fingers buried up to their knuckles in her cunt. She began again, the promise of things to come giving her the extra impetus.

It was not long, a minute, maybe two, before the orgasm struck and she half sat, half lay on her settee, her hips jerking and thrashing at the fingers plunging in and out of her hole, while her other busy fingers were almost a blur working on her clit. She was conscious of Don being seated, seemingly unperturbed, still fully dressed, and still only showing interest by slightly leaning forward towards her, but it didn’t put her off, she was too far gone for that, in fact, if anything it added to her excitement! She wasn’t going to tell him, but this was her favourite fantasy made real, Don watching her masturbate to take the edge off her own need, before taking her to bed for a long and satisfyingly kinky sex session. Now, as her climax subsided, she lay back on the settee, panting from her exertions, her face glowing with both excitement and anticipation.

“Go to your room, you dirty cow, and wait for me there!”

Anna rose immediately, heading for the door, knowing that this was going to be a session to remember, even if it had come out of the blue. Don watched her go, still naked, through the hall and start up the stairs before he collected his carrier bag from the kitchen and followed her.

He reached the bedroom he had not set foot in for four years, pushed open the door and entered. Anna sat on the bed looking up at him, eager arousal written across her face, as he collected her old nursing chair and drew it close to the bed before sitting down.

“I shan’t beat about the bush – unless it’s yours!” It was an old pun! “You have just displayed yourself like a wanton hussy, and you must be shown the error of your ways. Come here and bend over my knee.”

Head hanging in mock contrition Anna came to him, lowering herself across his lap ready for her ‘punishment’. Don immediately hooked his leg around hers and grabbed the back of her neck, effectively immobilising her across his knee.

“Are you sorry for acting like a whore?”

“No” Her pretend defiance was rewarded with a genuine smack on her ample buttocks. She gasped from the sudden pain. It was harder than she expected, harder than she remembered, but God it was so nice!

“Let me know when you are.” Another smack, a few seconds wait and then another, and another, and a third, a fourth, a fifth. All were delivered hard across her behind, first one cheek then the other. She was gasping from pain and arousal. Her bottom stung and he had barely begun.

“Harder?” he asked.

“Oh, have you started? Then yes, of course harder if you want me to feel it!”

They both knew she was definitely feeling it, her voice was tight with pain, but this sort of banter had been par for the course in ‘the old days’, and had allowed Anna to control things from ‘below’. The knowledge that she had the power to set the level of pain she would receive was part of the turn on for her.

The next time Don’s hand descended on Anna’s arse cheek it was, as promised, with greater force than before. This time the pain was intense, just on the edge of pleasure. She gritted her teeth and awaited the next, knowing that his eyes must be seeing her reddened cheeks and taking pleasure from the sight. Again a few seconds wait before the next hard smack, and then again and again, each time delivered with similar stinging force after a suspenseful wait of varying lengths.

“Harder?”

He knew her better than she thought. He knew she could not allow herself to be beaten and would say yes, regardless!

“Yes, please!”

She had not expected that he could hit her harder, but he could! The next blow made her squirm and struggle against his hold in shock at its intensity. But his hold did not slacken and nor did the steady rain of slaps on her behind. She was now taking a severe thrashing, the effect of which was to bring tears to her eyes and lubrication to her cunt. As hard as it was, she was still being aroused by the pain! When he finally stopped she was trapped between relief and disappointment, but she was not to know that it was because his hand was too sore rather than because he thought that she’d had enough!

“Are you going to behave with more decorum now?” He asked.

“Yes, I promise”

“Then get up and go and lie on the bed like a starfish” The obvious contradiction between his order and her promise did not seem to register with her and she did as she was told, climbing painfully onto her bed before spreading both arms and legs towards the corners, a puzzled look on her face. The puzzlement deepened when he turned to pick up a plastic carrier before advancing on the bed.

“My shopping” he said.

Then, from his shopping Don pulled several lengths of this rope and a set of straps, which he promptly set about tying to her wrists and ankles. Anna now realised what was intended, and wondered what this new sensation of being rendered helpless would really be like. She had thought of it before, even fantasized about it, but never had the chance to try it for real – until now, and the anticipation was doing wonders!

For his part Don was busy making sure that all the straps holding Anna star like across the bed were as tight and secure as possible. He wanted her totally powerless. Having finally secured her to his satisfaction, her picked up his carrier once more and, bringing it into Anna’s field of vision, began removing various articles which he placed on the bedside table. First he took out two red alter candles – and lit them. Alongside these he placed a packet of clothes pegs and two tiny ‘G’ clamps, each about an inch and a half long. These were followed by a vibrating love egg, a large hand held dildo, a tube of lubricating gel, and a black permanent marker pen.

“Don’t bother with that lot, just fuck me please!” Anna needed to be fucked, and the need was becoming agony since being rendered so vulnerable and obviously accessible by her bonds.

“You’ll know when I’m going to fuck you – I’ll strip off,” Don told her bluntly. “But until then I’m going to play with you, so lie back and enjoy!”

Again Anna experienced both disappointment and anticipation, vaguely thinking what a silly remark that was, as she could do little else but lie back, enjoying it or not!

Picking up one of the two little clamps, Don reached across her body and began to attach it to her right nipple, screwing it shut until the jaws began to bite into her flesh. When the tension in her body and the sharply indrawn breath confirmed to him that the clamp was hurting her, he took the other and began again on her left breast until he reached the same point of pain in both nipples. Satisfied with his handiwork he gave both clamps an extra half turn “Just to be sure you can feel them” he explained, and then attached one of the pegs to her clitoris. Anna was squirming from the pain in three very tender regions, though she didn’t feel it as pain, but rather as very intense pleasure, and she wanted more. Already her pussy was becoming wet again and already she was feeling the first tentative signs of approaching orgasm. More pegs followed, clipped to her labia and making a line down each side of her pussy. She was now writhing slightly in agony and ecstasy, the pain just, and only just, the right side of pleasure. Her toes, Don noticed, were curling from the intensity of the sensations and her nails were biting deep into her palms. He was pleased with his work so far.

For several minutes Don sat on the edge of the bed and studied Anna as she coped with her torment, watching her mouth the word ‘bastard’ at him with a smile on her lips to cancel it’s meaning. Then, without warning, he picked up a candle and dribbled the molten wax from it’s apex across her breasts. Anna yelped from this sudden additional pain, but then, looking Don straight in the eye she asked, “Again, please!” trying to keep her voice as normal as she could. Don took up the other candle and obliged, this time trailing it across her inner thighs. Again Anna cried out from the hurt, but again she smiled up at him as if he had softly caressed her. Don placed the candles back on the table, gazing for a moment or two at the little lines of red wax droplets, each one solidifying while becoming surrounded by a little circlet of brighter red skin in testimony to its original hot and molten state.

Once more he sat for a few minutes quietly watching her, before taking the dildo from the table and holding up for Anna’s inspection. It was realistically shaped, but it was huge, jet black, with exaggerated veins down its shaft, and as hard as rock. Looking at it, Anna was praying that he’d be gentle with it, but at the same time hoping that he wouldn’t!

“I don’t know why I brought the lubricant, do you? Your hole is gaping enough to take a bloody baseball bat, let alone this vibe, don’t you think?

Her voice was tight from pain, but she replied defiantly. “How the hell do I know, I can’t see it from here, can I?”