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in the beginning...
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in the beginning... Her heartbeat could be felt in her throat. She swallowed hard but tapped softly on his front door. Maybe he won’t – she started to question if he’d even answer the door. He opened the front door and extended his arm welcoming her inside. As he specifically stated in his instruction email, she removed her slip-on shoes and headed towards the stairs leading to the basement. She tried to look around the room for a sign of what was about to come but could only find a single chair in the middle of the room. “Remove your shirt and place it on the couch. Then return to this spot facing me,” he pointed to the floor where she was to place her feet upon her return. Her nipples hardened the moment the cool basement air brushed against her bare skin. She did not want to remove the comforting warm fabric from her body but did not want to keep him waiting either. Hurriedly, she returned to her spot and awaited further instruction.  “Assume the position,” he gestured for her to position herself over his lap with her hands flush to the ground, her arms shoulder width and her feet flat on the floor. Her eyes darted from side to side in search of any indication of what he had in store but she could not find a thing. His hands glided along her body, and he learned her curves. Her body rose and fell on his lap as her breathing labored in anticipation of the events that were to take place. Then he swatted her three quick taps to the right butt cheek. Three quick taps to the left. Right. Left. Upper thighs. Don’t you move, she warned herself. Stay right where you are. His first instruction was for her to not be late, his second was for her to not leave any position he instructed and she was determined to do as she was told. “Stand up and remove your pants. Put them on the couch and return to the position,” he instructed again without emotion or compassion only with the voice of determination. “Wait,” he stopped her short of returning to his lap. “Turn around and bring me the hairbrush.” She hadn’t seen the hairbrush. She scanned the entire room and still missed the hairbrush. The site of the brush stopped her dead in her tracks. Instantly, she remembered the video he had her watch in preparation for her punishment. In this video, the woman was punished severely with the back hand of a hairbrush that she herself had to retrieve. Now, she was creating the video in real life. The brush shook in her hand as she reached out to hand it to him. She knew staying in position now would be much harder than just moments before and so would be the pain. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! His smooth hands caressed her brown bottom in the most loving of ways. His touch showed her how much he wanted her. All she could hear was the sound of the contact from the brush to her awaiting bottom. She held onto the legs of the chair he was sitting on with all her might so she would remain in the position he requested. The pain stung with an intensity she had never imagined. He soothed her redden bum and his hand fell between her legs. There she showed him how much she wanted him. His fingers played in her and her juices and her legs shook with pleasure. Moving to another side of the room, he beckoned her to join him. There she stood with her back to him. His hands again found their rightful places on her body and he reminded her of what a good girl she had been thus far. “You’re doing very well my love,” he whispered with his lips on her ear lobe. Her body leaned closer to his, wanting and needing more of just him. Instantly, the room became dark. He had covered her eyes with a blindfold and tied it snuggly behind her head. She no longer had the gift of sight.  “Now, wrists.” Her hands instinctively reached out to find her surroundings and he grabbed them in his and cuffed them together. “Hold on to me and put both knees on the chair in front of you. You don’t see the chair but it is there and I have you.” Perched over the back of a chair, blindfolded and handcuffed she wondered what could possibly be next. He walked by her, and she could smell her scent on him. Her scent mixed with the desire they both had for each other was overpowering in the large open room. There was a rustling of bags or papers further from her. That is when she heard it. It was unmistakable. Undeniable. The hooks clanged as he walked and she prayed that what he had in his hand was actually for her. As if she were back at the front door, her heartrate began to increase again. He pressed it against the front of her throat and it was obvious. Tighter, tighter, and finally fit properly, he snapped the collar firmly around her neck and she exhaled like she had never taken a breath. “You have now been collared my love.” Exasperation, accomplishment, satisfaction and sheer pleasure overcame her body. Relief washed over her and she returned over the back of the chair. A smile crossed her face and she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be.  “Open your mouth,” he whispered barely audible. There he inserted a gag and fastened it snug behind her head. Instantly, the familiar sound of his belt being removed from his pants caused her ears to perk. Without notice or warning her exposed bottom received the firm swats from his belt that she had ever experienced. Again and again he swatted her tail. She believed it was unbearable. Tears streamed down her face and yelps escaped her mouth. Her entire body leapt off the chair with each swat and the swats seemed endless until she finally heard him toss the belt to the floor and her body slumped over the chair in exhaustion. She could not control the tears and they flowed as if they were never to stop. She cried hard and felt all of her concerns pour out with the tears and sweat. She gasped for air in between sobs and was thankful for finally being to take deeper breaths. He knelt on her right side and kissed her tears and her breathing became easier. Carefully, he planted the most gentle of kisses all over her blindfolded face. She sucked hard on the gag, trying to regain her breathing. He moved behind her, caressing her sensitive bottom with one hand and massaging her very moistened honey spot with the other. She had never felt pain and pleasure at the same time. The gears in her brain spun wildly as she tried to understand how her body could hurt yet feel so pleasurable simultaneously. She moaned as he rubbed her hardened clit. Her body began to sway and soon the sting on her butt had lessened considerably. He stopped. He stopped too soon for her liking. He didn’t say anything either and that frightened her more. Suddenly, he wasn’t behind her or near her for that fact. Her head darted left to right as she tried to use her other senses to find him. She needed him. She needed to find him. Then… Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The cane was unlike any pain she had experienced ever. Her virgin bottom screamed loudly at her for allowing him to<b> torture </font></b>her so. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! She hollered out as much as the gag would allow. Without the restraints, she certainly would have bolted. All she could see was red behind the blindfold. Fire in her eyes matched the fire on her bottom. She thought it was not going to end. Swoosh! Swoosh! She screamed as loud as her lungs permitted. Her hot tears streamed down her cheeks. All of her stress, all of her worry, everything inside her that shouldn't be came out in screams, sobs and tears. Immediately she felt his hands on her body. She whimpered hard and he removed her ankle restraints. He rubbed her calves and feet and her breathing slowed. His fingers glided along her thighs and up to the beautiful stripes he’d just given her. She winced, and flinched all the while needing him more than anything. He took the wrist restraints from her arms and she heard them hit the floor. A preverbal weight was lifted from her body and her breathing came easier. The latch behind her head released and the blindfold fell from her face. Her eyes blinked rapidly as they tried to adjust to lights they had been shielded. She could not get to him fast enough. She could not wrap her legs around him soon enough. She could not feel him long enough. |
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Amen This is some 50 Shades of Grey type stuff Love it keep it going
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5/3/2017 4:13 pm |
Excellent!!! Seems as if this leads to another chapter. Great writing!
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