Cute Girls

Spice Plantation Ch. 07

I lay on the bed beside Judy, casually stroking her firm and still warm bottom as she sighed in contentment. Thirty minutes earlier she had been tied along the length of the padded horse, her ankles spread to the two legs at one end and her wrists to the two at the other. Nipple clamps dangled from each breast and she ground her pussy hard against the smooth padding of the horse with each stroke of the cat I delivered. I whipped her until her entire ass was red and hot to the touch and she was squirming back and forth, desperately trying to get herself off. I finally stopped and moved behind her and pressed my lubricated cock against her tight and puckered rear opening.

Judy had already come once from the whipping itself and started to again almost immediately as I entered her tight rear passage. I reached forward and tugged slightly on the nipple clamps as I drove myself, slowly at first, and then faster, in and out of the warm, dark tunnel, my thrusts stopping only when my thighs pressed tightly against her burning cheeks. It wasn’t long, despite the number of times I had already come, before I came again, spurting several times deeply into her bowels.

Now we lay resting and I realized that we had never made love as many times in so short a period or as intensely as we had that weekend. I let my hand slowly caress her warm rear and on down her smooth thighs. “You really seem to be hot this weekend, don’t you?” I asked.

Judy twisted her head around to look at me. “I don’t see you complaining. And for that matter, you seem pretty excited yourself.”

I smiled down at her. “I guess I am. Honestly, Judy, I’ve never had this kind of sex with any woman before. You are fantastic!”

She moved her hand up and let it gently touch my face. “Neither have I, Paul.”

I knew what she meant, but I started to make some crack about her having sex with a woman and then I realized she was serious. I took her hand in mine and slowly raised it to my lips, kissing it lightly, all the time looking deeply into her eyes. I was beginning to think that Judy might be the only woman I’d ever be interested in again.

She pulled my hand back and kissed my fingers in return and then said, “You do excite me, Paul.” Then she broke the mood before we got too serious and added, “Of course, spending several days naked might have a little to do with it also.”

I grinned back at her. “Like that, do you?”

A slightly surprised look came over her face. “Yes, actually I do. I wouldn’t have guessed it would be quite this hot, but I find I do really like it. And do you know what? I think sometime I’d like to find somewhere where we could go nude outside as well.” She looked over towards the window for a second. “But somewhere a little warmer.” Then she closed her eyes for a second and I could see the expression on her face go through several changes as she visualized something. “Like maybe your uncle’s plantation. Paul, that journal has really been turning me on, too.”

“It was a total surprise to me when I found it,” I answered. “But, yes, it is really very hot. When I first started reading through it, I think I was hard the whole time. Reading it to you is even hotter.”

“Em, yes. We still have one more day, Paul. Can you read me the rest of it tomorrow?”

“Certainly. We’ve been through most of it already, but there are still some good parts left. I’ve looked for more volumes, but so far I haven’t found any. It might just be this is the only one he was able to get out when the Japanese came. But there might be more. There’s a lot of stuff still up there in the attic.”

“I hope there are more. Anyway, I want to hear the rest of this one tomorrow.” Suddenly Judy yawned deeply.

The yawn was catching and one of my own overcame me. “I guess we’re both pretty tired.”

“I wonder why,” Judy said sarcastically. Then she yawned again. “I still want to spend a few hours making love, but if I fall asleep while we’re doing it, I bet you’d be ticked off at me, wouldn’t you?”

“If I didn’t fall asleep first. Let’s sleep a few hours, Lover, and then maybe we can manage. If you’re keeping score I’m sure this will still be a record weekend even if we sleep first.” Judy stuck her tongue out at me, but ruined the effect by yawning once again. I kissed her, pulled a sheet over us, and held her close against me.

We did wake up a few hours later and sometime between midnight and dawn we did spend another hour or two making slow, easy love.

Monday morning was overcast, but there was no snow or wind to speak of. Judy and I showered together and then found some breakfast. After we ate, I looked out and could see traffic on the major roads in the distance, but we had another day of the holiday weekend. As I was looking out, Judy came up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself close. I could feel her bare pubes against my buttocks and even before she reached around to grasp me, I could feel myself begin to grow hard. She kissed my back and said, “Come on, Lover. I want to hear more about your uncle.”

I turned and pulled her into a long, hard kiss. When we broke apart, she gave my cock a quick squeeze and them took my hand to lead me over to the lounge again. Soon I had the fire stoked and Judy bound to the leather furniture. I teased her for a couple of minutes and then, pinching her nipples lightly, picked up the journal and began to read.

March 12 (Ten Day)

By today I no longer had any marks showing from my ordeal. In fact, my skin no longer even felt tender. Susan explained that once one learned how to use the various whips, it was possible to deliver a variety of pains - thudding, stinging, lingering - without doing any real or lasting damage. Of course, as I already knew, it was also possible to do severe damage with the instruments, but Susan assured me that such was never the case here.

We spent most of the day swimming or just lying around. We were down at the swimming cove after lunch when Nate and Joan came by and joined us. He asked me if I now understood our games a little better and I told him I was certainly starting to comprehend.

“Well, now that you have been ‘initiated’, Alex, I see no reason why you can’t help with the punishments next Seven Day,” Nate threw out almost casually.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that, Nate,” I replied. “I’ve never swung a whip in my life and I’d be afraid I might do some real damage.”

“Oh, you’ll have to practice,” he said. “Definitely have to practice. But, after all, it is part of the General Manager’s duties.” Then he smiled directly at me. “A most pleasant part,” he added.

Susan put her hand on my arm. “Don’t worry about it, Alex. We can go over to the hut after supper sometimes and I’ll help you. It’s really not that hard. Just takes a little practice.”

I smiled back at her and patted her hand on my arm. Then the subject changed and everyone seemed to forget about it.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just swimming or lying in the sun and dozing. Of course all of us had shed our sarongs and were completely nude. But one of the surprising things I’ve discovered is that once the novelty of being naked in mixed company has worn off, the driving sexual urge first associated with it also seems to diminish. That is not to say that there is any less desire or interest in carnal activities. It was not at all unusual for one of our “swimming” parties to turn into a wild sex session. Not a planned orgy as such, but erotic couplings could start at any time with no particular trigger. However, it was also not unusual for us to just swim or lie around talking. I guess that once the mind is convinced that there is no rush - that is, that the interest and availability isn’t going to disappear - the urgency to take advantage of the free attitude is reduced. A man traveling across the sands of a desert will immediately drink his fill and often then some when he comes upon an oasis, but the same man traveling along side a river will only drink when he is actually thirsty. Perhaps that’s not the best comparison, but it is something similar.

We eventually went back for supper and afterwards spent a half hour in relaxed conversation. Suddenly Nate stood and said, “I think I should take Alex over to the hut and give him the basics of handling a whip. You girls want to come along?”

Both Susan and Joan immediately agreed and soon the four of us were entering the punishment hut. Nate lit some gas lamps while I looked at the collection of whips and the various devices to which the victim could be bound.

When the room was sufficiently lighted, Nate went to the wall and removed a cat of nine tails whip. This particular model had an eighteen inch polished wood handle and nine tails, each about two and a half feet long. He showed me the individual strands of the tails. “Notice, Alex, that the leather is not only oiled and soft, but the edges of the strands are rounded so as not to cut the victim’s skin.”

I took the strand between my fingers and at once saw that Nate was correct. The cat I had seen used in the army had tails of heavy, thick leather, each tapering to a narrow point at the far end. Each had been cut from the leather sheet with a single pass of the knife, leaving a sharp, ninety degree corner on each side of the strands. And while still flexible, the strands were fairly stiff. That whip could cut a man’s back to ribbons. However, this whip was entirely different. Each strand was of medium thick leather, tapering from about a half inch wide at the handle end to only slightly less at the other. Instead of just being square cut, each strand had the edges rounded and smoothed. The leather had been kept soft with oil and I could see that even if the whip was swung with considerable force, there would probably be no real damage done to the skin. This whip had an entirely different purpose from the army model.

Nate took the cat back. He moved over to where a leather covered bench stood by itself. This was obviously a whipping bench. It consisted of a four foot long rail and a cylinder of leather covered padding, about ten inches across. The rail was supported by A frame legs at either end, and the outsides of the legs were connected with a solid panel of wood. Thus it resembled a wedge, three feet high, four feet wide, with the rounded leather replacing what would have been the narrow edge. On each of the two wood side panels were two small shelves, each about six inches wide and a foot and a half long. These were also padded and equipped with straps which could obviously be used to bind the victim’s forearms and legs.

Nate pointed to the bench. “These are good whipping benches for the beginner to use,” he said. “Joan, want to show Alex how they work?” Joan moved over beside us, dropping her sarong along the way. She mounted the bench, kneeling on one set of the side shelves and then lay forward along the length of the rail to rest her forearms on the other set. This left her bottom raised and opened. Her magnificent upper works hung down on either side of the padded leather rail and both of her private openings were clearly exposed. Nate moved over beside her and showed me how the straps could anchor her tightly to the device. “In this position the victim can’t suddenly jerk and make the whip strike a more dangerous area. Her bottom, back, and legs are easily available, as well as her sides and the sides of her breasts. Not to mention it feels awfully sexy to be tied in that position. Thanks, Joan.”

Joan climbed back off the device and Nate moved over near it and ran his hand along the padded leather cylinder. “It is also useful for practice. After all, leather is skin. You can tell a lot about how effective a stroke is by examining how it strikes leather.” He raised the cat and suddenly brought it down in a fast arc, the tails striking the smooth leather. The sound of the strike sounded almost exactly like the whips hitting the victims at the last punishment session. In fact I could feel my buttocks clamp down involuntarily in response. Nate went on. “Now any idiot can beat someone with a cat, but that’s not what we’re trying to do. We want to inflict pain, but not so great that the pain dominates all else. A cat can produce two kinds of pain: a slap and a sting. The surface area of the set of tails striking together is a lot like a paddle and can produce a flat slap against the skin. But the individual ends of the strands produce a sharp sting as they land. The secret is to flick the wrist at just the right time. Then you can produce both sensations with the same stroke.”

Nate demonstrated several times and then he handed me the cat. “Now you try it, Alex.” I was unprepared for the effect holding the whip had on me. There was a sense of power which completely surprised me. The idea that I would determine what some other person felt and that he - or she! - had no say in the matter at all, was exhilarating. This might have been expected, at least intellectually, if I had stopped to think about it. However, the feeling which really astounded me was the sudden and nearly overwhelming feeling of sexual arousal which accompanied raising my hand holding the whip. I felt my member suddenly harden and I sharply drew in my breath.

It was sudden and unexpected, but it only took me a couple of seconds to regain control. I looked over at Nate and he nodded. I turned back to the bench. For two or three seconds I stared at the leather cylinder, my mind trying to picture a nude man strapped there, exposed and waiting. It didn’t feel quite right and I quickly changed my mental image to a nude woman. Again the sudden urge of arousal struck me. I raised my arm with the cat and brought it down in a quick arc. The leather tails slapped the bench, but the sound was not quite what it had been when Nate had demonstrated. “Don’t be afraid to strike harder, Alex. The victim would hardly have noticed that one. Remember, with these whips it’s almost impossible to do any real damage when you strike someone on the arse. Try again.”

I straightened by back and brought my arm up once more. This time I let my arm feel like a cocked spring and when I released it, the leather whistled slightly in the air and the sound it made as the tails struck the padded leather sounded much more like Nate’s demonstration. “That’s better,” Nate enthused. “Did you hear both the slap and sting sounds?”

“I think so,” I replied.

“Try some more,” Nate encouraged.

I delivered another dozen strokes, each time gaining a little more confidence. By the end Nate was complimenting me and saying that I was beginning to get the idea.

Then Nate called a halt. “The cat is pretty easy to learn to use adequately. However, a real, single tailed whip is a lot harder.” He returned the cat to the wall and picked up a whip with a single five foot strand atop a two foot wood handle. He handed it to me to examine. “Notice that the tail begins as three strands of leather braided together and tapers until at the very end there is a single four inch piece, about a quarter inch wide. The braided strands lend enough weight to make the tail really move and the single, small tail can deliver an exquisite sting. However, it is a lot harder to control and, if misused, can and will do a lot or real damage. To use it correctly you must not only learn to give it the correct flick of the wrist, but you must also learn to guide it without error to its intended target.

Nate moved over to a cabinet and returned with a stack of small paper cones. These were just rolled paper, glued into a cone shape, about three inches high and an inch across at the large end. He placed a row of six of them, large end down, along the top of the padded leather of the bench. Each cone was spaced about two inches from its neighbor.

Then Nate moved back so he was facing the side of the bench and standing about eight or nine feet away. Suddenly, his arm snapped forward and the single leather tail snaked out towards the bench. There was a sharp crack and the paper cone at the left end of the row seemed to jump into the air as the sharp report of the whip crack sounded. My eyes followed the cone as it fluttered to the floor and I saw that the small end of the whip tail had cut a sharp gash in the side, nearly separating the paper into two parts.

“Did you notice that you did not hear the tail touch the bench? With practice you can learn to place the end exactly where you want it. The process becomes part of you and you don’t have to think about it at all. But you must learn to control it well enough that you strike exactly where you aim EVERY SINGLE TIME.”

“Can you ever really be that sure?” I asked. “I mean, it seems like no matter how much you practice that there are too many variables to be completely sure.”

“Oh, it’s a confidence you can gain. It just takes practice. Let me show you.” Nate went over to where Joan and Susan had been standing and watching the demonstration. He said something to Joan, but it was too quiet for me to hear. I did hear the words “gum arabic,” however.

However, Susan must have heard it because I heard her say, “Me, too, Nate. If you think you can get four in a row.”

Nate smiled an OK and the girls moved over to another cabinet. They retrieved something I couldn’t see and began to do something with it. They had their backs to us, so I couldn’t get any idea of what was going on at all. Then they walked over to the bench and turned around to face us, leaning back against the padded leather and arching their backs to throw their chests out.

I stared at the sight which they presented. Both were, of course, bare from the waist up and now each had a small, two inch candle rising from the top or each breast, just behind the nipple. Evidently the gum arabic had been used to hold the tapers in place. Nate handed me a match and said, “If you would be so kind as to light them, Alex.”

Almost in a trance I moved over to the two women as they steadied themselves against the bench. I struck the match and quickly lit each of the four candles and moved back out of the way. I could see an occasional grimace as a drop of hot wax flowed down a candle and onto the sensitive surface of their smooth skin, but neither woman moved in the least, so the candles stayed steady and vertical. Then Nate raised his arm, trailing the long leather tail of the whip behind. In my mind’s eye I saw the lash suddenly snake forward with terrifying speed, the end strike the unblemished skin of a lovely breast, leaving a cut and bleeding line where it landed. Then I blinked and saw that Nate had not yet moved his arm.

Suddenly the arm snapped down and the lash jerked out with eye blurring speed. But instead of the damage I had feared, the sudden loud crack of the leather tail only left the candle on Joan’s left breast extinguished. The candle itself remained upright and her lovely globe remained as unblemished as before. I stared in amazement as five seconds later a second crack snubbed the flame of the candle attached to Susan’s left breast. Another five seconds and the other candle flame disappeared from Susan’s chest. A final crack left only two smiling women and four candles, still attached firmly in place, but now only trailing small traces of smoke.

I was speechless! Then Susan called out, “Want to go for four more, Nate?”

He grinned back at them and produced another match which he handed to me. Still in a slight state of shock I relit the four cylinders, now somewhat diminished in height and watched as four more slashing strokes of the whip again reduced them to short, smoking columns. “Now clean it up, Nate,” Joan called. Nate acknowledged with a nod and four more quick slashes of the leather tail pulled each candle free and sent it flying across the room, but left not a trace of a mark on their skin.

Carolyn was in full form now as her hand continued to smack his bare behind over and over again, covering every square inch of it. Jason’s bare bottom was now turning a bright red, as her smacks landed non stop on his upturned ass. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. The more she smacked his bare ass the more Jason’s naked body squirmed and wiggled against her beautiful naked body, to her delight. He hoped his squirming and wiggling would lessen the blows or avoid them, but to no avail. Carolyn’s tennis game came into play and she never failed to land a good hard smack to his quivering bare behind. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. She was already dominating and humiliating him and now she was adding the final ingredient to the Dominant/submissive relationship, that being pain. His well-deserved pain became her pleasure.

It would be almost a full five minutes of non-stop hand spanking before Carolyn paused briefly. Her hand was sore as was his bare behind but her pleasure made her almost unaware of her pain. Jason was certainly aware of the pain in his bare ass but unfortunately for him it was about to get a lot worse.

Carolyn reached down and picked up her small wooden paddle. It was actually a paddleball paddle with the ball removed. Carolyn loved to spank him with this particular paddle because it was made out of thin wood and was lightweight. Unlike heavier paddles made of thicker wood, it could be used a lot longer because it caused less damage. This of course meant Carolyn could keep him over her bare thighs longer and spank him longer than she could with a stronger paddle. However, as Jason knew all to well this small paddle could really sting and burn.

Carolyn, while watching Jason’s eyes in the mirror, raised the paddle in the air and brought it down quickly on Jason’s poor bare behind. She watched delightedly as his eyes widened, his head snapped back, his left leg kicked up and he hollered, “Owwww”. She quickly landed another smack of the paddle, and again Jason’s naked body reacted and he hollered, “Owwww”, again.

Carolyn now launched into a pattern of landing quick hard smacks of the paddle all over his very red bare behind. She loved the smacking sound of the paddle, which reverberated throughout the room. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Over and over her paddle found its mark. The hand spanking was nice but now the good sound serious spanking of the naked 36 year old naughty little boy was well underway by the beautiful 24 year old blue eyed blonde neighbor lady, Carolyn Swanson.

Jason was well aware of the seriousness of the situation as the fire was really building in his bare behind. Although his naked body had squirmed and wiggled against her beautiful naked body while being hand spanked, this was a lot more serious. The paddle was really stinging and burning, and his naked body was really squirming and wiggling in earnest against her beautiful naked body. If only he hadn’t been so naughty he wouldn’t be in this position, but it was too late now.

In addition to squirming and wiggling Jason was now hollering “ow” and “ouch” with each smack. Unfortunately for him the smacking sounds of the paddle and his howls were like music to Carolyn’s ears. Smack, “ow”, smack, “ouch”, smack, “ow”, smack, “ouch”, smack, “owwwwww”. Those sounds, combined with his frantic wiggling and squirming, let her know she was finally starting to get through to him, but she was just getting started on him.

As Carolyn’s paddle continued to find its mark she could see genuine tears start to flow from his eyes. A softer woman might have taken pity on him, but not Carolyn. She had promised him a good, long, hard spanking and it was going to be a long time before she was through with this naughty little boy.

Jason’s bare ass was really on fire now but he could do nothing about it. Instinctively his legs began to kick back and forth and from side to side trying to avoid the smacks of Carolyn’s paddle. It did no good as her strong left arm held him firmly in place. Because his feet could not touch ground he could not get any leverage to push away or off her lap. He could cry, howl, squirm, wiggle and kick his leg all he wanted to but he could not avoid the never-ending smacks of Carolyn’s paddle. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Jason was getting the paddling a naughty little boy deserved and Carolyn was more than happy to give it to him.

Carolyn was also becoming aware of the pleasant feelings in her own beautiful naked body. Although this was a well-deserved discipline spanking, she could not deny the warm feelings that spanking her 36-year-old neighbor gave her. The more his naked body squirmed and wiggled against her beautiful naked body the stronger those feelings got. However, she knew better than to yield to her aroused feelings. It was more important that Jason received the spanking he deserved, and so it was time for the next part.

Carolyn put down her paddle and calmly picked up her hairbrush. Jason watched in terror as she picked up that dreaded wooden hairbrush, knowing full well what she was going to do with it.

“Please not the hairbrush ma-am, pleassseee!!” he pleaded frantically.

His naked body twisted and turned wildly as if he could somehow get away, but of course he couldn’t. He searched her pretty blue eyes hoping to find a glimpse of mercy, but instead found eyes that sparkled with delight at what she was about to do. She smiled smugly at his plight, knowing how much it was going to hurt him and how much she was going to enjoy giving it to him. What she had given him so far was child’s play compared to what she was about to give him.

Jason watched with terrified eyes as she lifted the hairbrush high in the air and brought it down quickly on his left bare bottom cheek. The pain coursed through his entire naked body as the sounds of torment came from his lips.

Owwwwww aughhhhhhh!!!!” he yelped.

His legs kicked up and his hips twisted from side to side as if trying to somehow alleviate the pain. Carolyn did not give him time to settle down before landing another hard smack of her hairbrush, producing even more anguish from Jason. Even though Jason had been spanked with the hairbrush many times, he never got used to the intense pain it caused.

Carolyn was not about to show him any sympathy. He deserved everything he was getting, and she was bound and determined to give it to him. Her hairbrush rose and fell relentlessly on his poor unprotected bare ass. His bare behind was now totally colored from the tops of his bottom cheeks to the top of his thighs. After only ten smacks, Jason was once again crying, and his legs kicking wildly in all directions, as his naked body squirmed and wiggled uncontrollably against Carolyn’s beautiful naked body.

From the first moment Carolyn told Jason he was going to be spanked, she looked forward to this finale with excited anticipation. Carolyn had her 36-year-old naked naughty little boy neighbor right where she wanted him and he was really going to get it good now. Jason was well aware that he was going to get a good, long, hard spanking with the dreaded hairbrush, but there was nothing he could do about it. She was going to spank him for as long as she wanted to and she and she alone would determine when he had enough.

Carolyn loved the sight and feel of his naked body in action knowing he could not get away. She began to taunt him as she spanked him unmercifully. “Take that you naughty little boy!” Smack, smack, “And that!” smack, “And that!” smack.

“Can’t get away from my hairbrush can you?” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

“You deserve everything you’re getting!” Smack, Smack, Smack.

“And I am just the woman to give it to you!” Smack, Smack.

“You’ve got a lot more coming little boy!” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

“I haven’t even started on you yet!” Smack, Smack, Smack.

“I wish I could spank you every day!” SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

“Squirm and wiggle all you want to, it won’t do you any good!” she chuckled as she continued to spank…….. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

Poor Jason was crying hysterically now and his naked body was twisting and turning wildly, his legs kicking uncontrollably in all directions, all to no avail. Carolyn continued to methodically apply the smacks of her hairbrush to his now very bruised bare behind. The more he carried on, the better she liked it. The joyful feelings of total domination filled her soul.

There was one final step that would complete Jason’s total humiliation. He could take it no more and finally broke down and began to beg and plead for mercy. Somehow he knew it would do no good, but he would do anything to get his spanking to stop.

Smack, “Ow please no more ma-am please!”

Smack, smack, “Please ma-am, I’ll be a good little boy, I promise!”

Smack, smack, “Ow owwwww!!”

Smack, smack, “Please Ms. Swanson, I won’t ever be bad again!!”

Smack, smack, “Owwwww, owwwwww!!”

Smack, smack, “Please ma-me, I’m sorry honest I ammmmmm!!”

Smack, smack, “Please Ms Swanson, I can’t take it anymore!!”

Smack, smack, “Owwwwww, owwwwwwww!!”

Smack, smack, “Please ma-am, I won’t ever be naughty again I promise ma’am!!!”

Smack, smack, “Owwwwww, owwwwwww, oh please ma’am, I’ve learned my lseeon, please no more!!!”

Smack, smack, “Owwwwww, owwwwwww!!!!!”

Smack, smack, “Please Ms. Swanson, I’ll do anything!!”

Smack, smack, “Please no more ma-am pleassssseeeee, pleassssseeeee, please!!!!”

For Carolyn, these pathetic, pleading sounds were absolutely beautiful as they symbolized her total domination over him and his complete submission. She had her 36 year old neighbor lying naked over her bare thighs like a naughty little boy, squirming wiggling, kicking his legs wildly, crying howling, and begging and pleading for mercy. Making it better for her was the fact that she ignored his pleas and kept right on spanking him like a true domme should, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. She and she alone, would decide when he had enough.

Just when Jason thought he would pass out, Carolyn stopped. She could have spanked him longer but did not want to cause permanent damage to him. Her main goal had been to see that he was a very soundly spanked naughty little boy and she had definitely accomplished that. She let Jason remain over her bare thighs for a few moments as he cried his eyes out.

Once Jason calmed down she let him slide off her lap and kneel in front of her. She took his chin in her hands and looked into his tear stained eyes. “Are you going to be a good little boy from now on?” she asked firmly.

“Yes ma-am, I won’t ever be naughty again!” he responded.

“I hope not,” she replied, “Because if you are naughty again, you will get it worse next time.”

As they looked into each other’s eyes they both knew the real truth down inside their souls. They both knew that no matter how hard he tried, Jason would end up being naughty again. It was only a matter of time before Jason would end up in the privacy of Carolyn’s bedroom. He would end up lying naked like a naughty little boy over the bare thighs of his beautiful 24 year old blue eyed blonde neighbor’s, being soundly spanked all over his bare ass. Jason could almost read Carolyn’s mind, which said ‘please let him be naughty again.’

Carolyn let Jason go down stairs and get dressed. She smiled to herself thinking not only about the spanking she had just given Jason, but also about her own husband Robbie. While she was spanking Jason, Jason’s wife, Sara, was next door soundly spanking Robbie. She could see him in her mind lying naked like a naughty little boy over Sara’s bare thighs, squirming wiggling, kicking his legs, crying and begging and pleading for mercy. She knew Sara would show him no mercy and when he got home he would be a very soundly spanked naughty little boy. Carolyn felt really happy and fulfilled because two naughty little boys had received the spankings they deserved. That is the role of women to spank naughty little boys when they deserve it.

Carolyn lay back on the bed still naked waiting for Robbie to come home. The more she thought about the spanking she had just given Jason, and the one Robbie was getting, the more sexual feelings became aroused. Once Robbie got home she would have to have those feelings satisfied.

That pushed Michael over the edge. He shoved deeply in and out of her punished ass, filling her with each powerful stroke. Pulling out of her gaping hole, he spattered the last of his cum over her rosy cheeks. Hugely satisfied, he stood over her, breathing heavily.

Stepping back, he kicked away his shoes, then his pants, he removed his tie and opened his once-white shirt. She was trembling, and he gently untied her wrists and massaged the red marks there. Then he helped her to stand on her weakened legs.

Sarah was a mess. The once proud beauty was disheveled beyond repair. Her makeup was smeared and teared, one shoe was missing, her dress was most likely ruined, and her face and hair and painfully red ass were covered in cum.

Michael touched her cheek gently and she gave him a quavering smile.

“We should get going now, shouldn”t we?”

Her eyes widened almost comically and he had to bite back a grin as her protests began.

“Master, please, no!”

“Hmm?” He said with a smile, sweetly caressing her hair.

“Please don”t make me go like this!”

Shaking his head, he decided she”d been punished enough. He just didn”t have the heart to torment her further.

“Pet,” he said, gathering her close. “I was going to tell you earlier, but you were far too interested in arousing my wrath. The dinner?”

“Y-yes?”

“It isn”t tonight, little one. It”s next week.”

Her look of shock had him chuckling again.

“Yes, my love, next week. But how could I disappoint you? You”ve been needing this for so long.”

Sarah was still watching him in befuddlement. He laughed and embraced her tightly.

“Let me help you,” he said, lifting her ruined dress from her punished body. He removed his own shirt and then carefully picked her up.

She sighed with exhausted relief into his muscled shoulder as Michael cradled her in his strong arms.

“Come, pet. Let”s go to bed.”

She closed her eyes and writhed. “MMmmmmmmmm… Ooohhhhhh… M… Master… so goooood…”

I picked up the clear latex anal beads, twisting them before my eyes and admiring how they slowly became larger and larger. I tossed the toy and the tube of lubricant between her legs. “Lube up the beads and slide them up your ass, dirty girl.” She gulped and picked up the items. I sipped my drink again as I watched her. When she was ready to press the first bead into her ass, I stopped her. “Put a cushion under your ass and slide down a little. And when you push in that toy, I want you to slide two beads in, then one bead out, until it’s all the way in. Understood?”

She nodded and flicked her eyes over to me. “Yes, M… Master.” She lifted her hips and slid a cushion under herself. In doing so she slid down anyway.

“That’s better”, I thought to myself. Her eyes closed as the fingers of one hand gripped the cheek of her ass and she brought the lubed toy down to her asshole with the other. She pressed and the two smallest beads slid into her.

“Ohhh…” she moaned softly. I smiled as she pulled one bead out then pressed again, sending the next two beads steadily into her asshole. “Oh… Ohhh…”

“Caress your clit.” She was on autopilot now. A slut was born. My own personal slut. My plaything. My fucktoy. Two fingertips reached for her clit and stroked slowly up and down its length. I continued directing her. “Use a fingernail. Keep pushing in the beads.”

She arched her back each time she pushed them into her ass. “Ohhh….”

I got up and moved over to the couch. Allison’s eyes popped open as I sat down on it. We smiled at each other, before she closed her eyes and lay back again. I dragged the toys over in front of me. I picked up her licker and turned it over in my hands. I located the speed control and on/off switch while admiring its wickedness. Made of light blue latex and lewdly fashioned into the shape of a mouth with protruding tongue, when switched on, the tongue vibrated from slow to fast, but frustratingly lightly.

Allison’s glazed eyes shot open when I turned it on low, recognising it immediately. I smiled into her eyes and offered it to her. She whispered, “Thank you, Master,” and took the licker in her hand.

“Use the licker as you would like to be licked. Leave three beads sticking out of your asshole.”

She pressed the last bead in. “Ooohhhhh… D… Done, Master.”

“Good girl. Barely graze the licker against your clit as you circle it.”

She did. Her back arched. “Ohhh…”

I slid one of the scarves out from under the remaining toys. I leaned down and deftly tied her ankle to the centre-front support. She sighed as I knotted it tight. “I’m going to blindfold you,” I said.

“Oh, yesss, Master,” she groaned, lifting her hips and pressing her clit more firmly against the licker. I picked up the two remaining scarves and stood, quickly taking a couple of paces around to the end of the couch. Crouching down, I twisted one scarf a couple of times, then had Allison lean forward a little while I looped it over her eyes and tied it tight under her ponytail. I rearranged the cushions a little so she could put her head back down. I laced the other scarf through the end of her ponytail, knotted it, then gently pulled it down tight over the arm of the couch to the back-corner support where I also tied it tightly.

I stood up and looked down on her. A light sheen of perspiration had gathered on her top lip and she was pressing the licker firmly against her clit with her right hand. Two fingers of her left hand slid in and out of her cunt. Her hips rolled in a sensuous circle with each thrust of her fingers.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned, feeling her hair tethered. I reached down and caressed her cheek with my fingertips while admiring her body and squeezing my steel hard cock with my other hand. I almost groaned myself. “Oh, Master…” she whimpered.

“What is it little one?” I asked, moving back around to sit down between her spread legs again.

“I… I feel like s… such a… a whore…”

“Why do you feel like a prostitute, little one?”

“N… Not a p… prostitute, M… Master… A dirty w… wanton s… slut!”

Lifting her wrist gently, I ensured contact between licker and clit was broken. She raised her hips and whimpered in frustration.

“Keep fucking your pussy with your fingers,” I said. She did. “You look like a sexy girl in need, little one. Anyway, what is a whore?” I asked, lowering her wrist and letting her reach her clit again.

“A… Ohhh…. A… me… meee… I… I’m a whore! Ohhh….”

“No, my beautiful girl. You are not “a” whore,” I said, raising her wrist again and swapping the licker for her vibrator, already turned on low. “You are “my” whore.”

“Yess… Yesss…” she said deliriously, feeling the buzzing vibe inches from her clit. “I’m “your” whore, I’m “your” whore…”

Her chest heaved and her swollen nipples throbbed. I let her press the tip of the vibrator to her clit and her body shuddered. She was almost on her back and the weights hanging from each nipple clamp hung slightly outwards, providing an extra tugging sensation. Her hair was now pulled taut, and she could slide no further down.

Turning off and putting down the licker, I picked up the huge, veiny, cock-shaped dildo. Made of flexible bright pink latex, this enormous ten-inch weapon had a diameter of almost two inches. Without the regular exercise provided by her Ben Wah balls, Allison’s muscular little cunt would be ruined by something like this. I turned it in my hands. I could hardly believe she was able to bury the entire length.

“Does my whore want to get fucked?” I asked quietly, turning to look at her. Her mouth was open and an almost constant low moan was issuing from her throat. God, she looked so hot. Blindfolded, spread and tied, the blush had consumed her body now, and I was delighted by the micro trembles that ran through her muscles.

“Please…” she whispered.

“Please what, my whore?”

“Please… I need…”

“What do you need, little one?”

“I need to get… fucked,” she whimpered in a little girl voice.

“My whore needs to get fucked.”

“Yesss…”

“Say it.”

“Y… Your whore… needs to… to get f… fucked, Master.”

“Slide your fingers from your cunt, my slut. Turn the vibrator to medium.”

She did and I released her wrist. “Ohhhhh….”

“Put your fingers in your mouth. Suck them till they’re clean. Don’t you cum.”

“N… No, M… Master,” she said before slipping her slick fingers between her lips.

I reached up and switched the nipple clamps to medium as well. She arched her back and groaned, her fingers falling from her mouth.

“Please…”

“Beg. ”

“Ohhh…” she almost cried. “Please… please, Master… I want to fuck… I need to fuck…”

“Your cunt needs attention, doesn’t it, little one?”

“Oh, God… YES, Master…”

“You want to fuck your hot little cunt for me, don’t you, princess?”

Her free hand was waving in the air hoping I put something in it. I almost laughed. I thought, “God, my cock is so hard. So very fucking hard. I’m going to cum on her. On her face. All over her. As she cums. ”

“I want to fuck… please, Master… please…”

I put her big dildo in her hand. “Tease your cunt for me, little one.”

“Oh, Master… ppllleeaaase…” she protested.

But she did. She inverted the big fucking toy and slid it up and down between her lips while panting heavily. “Bang it against your clit, my slut.”

She bounced it against her clit. “Aahhh…. Ahhhh…”

“Such a dirty girl…”

“Yessss…”

“Keep bouncing on it.”

“Ohh… Ohh…”

“Do you want to fuck your hot little cunt, princess?”

“Ohhh… fuck… hot… cunt…”

“Say it…”

“Noooo…”

“Say it, fucktoy.”

“Ooohhhhhh… Pleeeeasssseeee…”

“SAY IT!”

“I… I want to… fuck my cunt… Master… pleeeasseeeee…”

“You are such a dirty girl,” I said. “Slide that thing up your cunt.”

She let go of the vibrator and it rolled off her body. Both hands went to the base of the toy as she took hold of it. I watched mesmerised as she worked the head of it into herself.

“Ohhh…. Oohhhhhhh….” Her thighs trembled and her hips moved in circles. Her lips were pulled inside as she worked the dildo in a little further.

“Back and forth an inch.”

“Ohh… Ohh…Ohh…”

“Deeper.”

“Ohhh… ffuuuckkk…”

She was sliding about five inches of its thickness in and out of herself.

“That’s it. All the way, my dirty girl. In and out.”

“Ohhh, Masterrr…”

“Show me how much you want it… Fuck back, little one… get it all in your cunt…”

“Ohhh… Godddd…”

She tilted her hips and flexed her thighs, impaling herself repeatedly as she pushed back at the huge toy. Slowly more and more of it was sliding in and out. I leaned up her body and clicked each of the weights hanging from her nipple clamps, setting them to high.

“Long strokes, dirty girl. Long strokes.”

“Ohhhh… Masterr…. Ohh Masterrrrr…”

“Use one hand.” She dropped her right hand off the toy. “Feel your cunt. Feel it. Feel where the toy slides into your body. Feel how wet you are, you dirty little slut. Harder.”

“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh…”

“Put your fingers back in your mouth. Fuck your cunt harder.” She did. Her moans as the dildo slid into her were now muffled.

“Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…”

“Slow down. Long strokes again. I know you love the taste of your hot cunt, little one, but take your fingers out of your mouth.”

“Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh…”

“You love it don’t you. Tell me you love fucking your hot little cunt.”

“Ohh… Ohh… I love… Ohh… I love fucking my… Ohh… Ohh…”

“Say it. Say it!”

“I love… Ohh… fucking my hot little cunt… Ohh Ohh … Fuck… yesss… Ohh… Ohh…” I picked up the vibrator again and put it in her hand.

“Put this back on your clit. Don’t cum.” She pressed it hard against herself.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk… yesss… Mmmmooohhhh…”

“Don’t you cum…”

“Soooo close… Ohhhh…”

“Don’t you fucking cum you little whore,” I said, standing up. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Fucking… fuckingmyhotlittlecunt… fuckingmyhotlittlecunt… Ohhh… Ohhh… Please…”

I slid my jeans down over my thighs. Stepping out of them, I wrapped my fist around my cock. “Please what, Allison? Does my little slut want to cum?”

“Yess… Yesss… Please… Oh… Oh… ”

“Don’t shorten the strokes Allison. Nice long strokes.” She tilted her head up toward me. She had realised I was standing above her.

“Ohhhh… Yess… Ohhhh… Master… Ohhhh… Please… let… me… cum… pleaseMaster… pleaseMasterpleaseMaster…”

“Lift up the vibrator.”

She whimpered. “Ohhhhhhhhh…”

“I’m watching you Ally. I’m stroking my long hard cock and watching you. It’s throbbing and it’s so thick.”

“Ohhh… Masterrr…”

“Do you want it, Ally? Do you want it in your mouth? Turn the vibe on high. Don’t use it till I say.” She did.

“Pleaseplease…”

“Harder. Fuck your cunt harder.”

“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh… please… cum… Iwantyourcum… give me cum…”

“Harder.” I stroked harder with her. “Put the vibe on your clit!”

“Ohhh! Fuckk!! OhhhHHH!!!”

“Take it off!”

She did, and whined, “Nooo…”

“You can cum when you’ve swallowed mine.”

“Please… cuminmymouth… pleaseMaster… please…”

“Put the vibe on your clit!”

“Ohhhcumm… pleaseeee…cummm… cuminmymouthplease please please… I’m yourwhore… pleasee… cummm…. Ohhhh…”

“Off!” I stroked faster. I was close. “On!”

“Oohhhhh… fuckkkk…. Pleeeaaaaseee…. Nooo…” I gripped the hair on the side of her head, turning her face toward me. With one knee on the couch, I brought my cock to her face. I was closer and spoke more quietly, more forcefully.

“Off!”

“Ohhh… fuck… Master… please… cum… please…”

I stroked my cock faster and harder. “On!” I watched as her body convulsed. She was so on edge. It was going to be a huge one. “Off!” She whined and complained and begged for my cum. The tingle started behind my balls. The muscle at the base of my cock began to twitch. “On!” She gritted her teeth, moaning hard. Her left hand pumping that enormous toy deep in her cunt. Her right moving the buzzing vibrator up and down her clit. The hum of the nipple clamps was lost somewhere between the vibrator and her moans. Her nipples were so red and so swollen. She was covered in a sheen of sweat. I looked down on her and her mouth was open, her tongue flicking wildly, hoping for cum. Pulling against her hair. Trying to find my cock.

I erupted!

“Yesss… Yesss… Cummmm… Mmmmmmmmmm…” she groaned, as I exploded across her face. I pushed my cock into her open mouth and held her head tight. She moaned around me and began to shudder. My cock shot hot thick ropes of cum into her sucking mouth again and again. She was swallowing each time. Over and over.

“Cum! Cum my little cocksucking whore!” I pulled my cock from her mouth and watched as she swallowed one last time, then all hell broke loose.

“Aaaa… AaaaIIIIIIEEE… EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… AAAAAHHHH!!!!”

“Don’t stop! Fuck that cunt. Fuck it! Fuck it harder!”

Her moans were constant as her body shook. “Ohhhhhhh… Oohhhhhhh… OOHHHHHHH!!!”

I wiped my cock all over her face, smearing saliva and cum from cheek to cheek. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my little slut. Cum for me! Cum for me, little one!”

“Ohhhagain… Ohhh… OhhhHHHIIEEEEEEE… Ohhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“Yes! Keep going. Harder, Allison! Cum again!” I stood back up. My knee was giving out. I shook the cum dripping from my cock onto her face. Then I flicked what was running down my fingers onto her chest. I smiled down on her. “That’s my cum, Allison. You like being covered in my cum, don’t you, my little slut?”

“Ohhhhhccummm pleaseepleaseee…” she moaned, building to another release. I collapsed into the lounge again, once more looking up between her spread legs. I wiped my wet fingers on the inside of her thigh and held her knee against the back of the couch. I reached down with my other hand, taking the end of the anal beads in my fingers.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me again.”

Slowly I began to pull as Allison thrust the big toy harder and harder up her cunt. This time she was silent for so long and her body arched higher and higher as one after the other I pulled the beads from her ass. Her voice burst from her chest when I whipped the remaining few beads out of her, sending her body into ecstasy.

“OoooooOOO… OOOOEEEEEEEEE… AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!” She convulsed. “AHHHHH!!!!” Again. “AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Again.

Over and over she screamed and convulsed. I sat back so as not to catch her one untethered foot in the face. I’d never seen her like this. I was rapt.

Then suddenly, “AaaaaaAAHHHHHH!!!!!” and she collapsed. Nothing. Still. Her once tense thighs fell loosely open. The vibrator rolled out of her slack hand. Her other hand fell from the end of the dildo, still deeply embedded in her. I looked up and was relieved to see her chest rising and falling. Her mouth was closed. She was breathing hard through her nose.

She’d passed out!

I moved closer, reaching up and caressing her face. No reaction. Out like a light. I sat back and chuckled, shaking my head.

It was time for bed.

“Author’s Note: Thank you to rachel for editing this story and making it so much better. Please note that this story in no way necessarily reflects the author’s own practices. Well… maybe a little… smiles… Oh yeah, and ah, don’t forget to vote!”

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