Story: Housemates (fdom spank)

Story: Housemates (fdom spank)

(Illustrations courtesy of Dave B)

Chapter 1: Reina

I had asked Reina out to lunch several times, and she always had some excuse to decline. I made some discreet inquiries and no one knew whether she had a boyfriend, so I persisted and after a few weeks she surprised me by agreeing to go. I'm rather shy, and Reina appeared to be the quiet type. The attraction I felt to her was as much on a mental level as physical. She seemed dominant, in a quiet sort of way, and I really wanted to find out more about her.

If I had realized at the time what was in store for me, I may have reconsidered. On the other hand, maybe I would have plunged headlong into the situation.

At lunch I found out that Reina lived with two other women, that she and her housemates occasionally date, and that the three of them despaired of finding steady relationships. I hinted that I wondered what they saw as the problem, but she didn't appear to pick up on it, and I found out nothing that day.

For the next few days Reina's image stayed with me persistently - her tall slender body, her olive skin, the longish black straight hair, parted in the middle. I asked her out to dinner, and to my surprise, she agreed. When the subject came up of where to dine she said she'd come to my place and we'd decide then and go from there.

When she came by the following evening, I was very nervous. Her bright smile and take-charge demeanor did a lot to assuage my apprehension. She seemed interested in seeing how I lived and what my tastes were - she looked approvingly at the pictures on the wall, the style of furnishings, and my music collection. We talked about various things, and I also mentioned to her that I was considering moving to another part of the city.

There are days when events don't happen according to what was planned, and that evening was one of them. The scent that Reina exuded was overpoweringly sensuous, and there was a point in our conversation that I grasped her hand, and after a few minutes, took a risk and lightly kissed her. At first she reciprocated gently, and then more passionately, which I had not expected. The physical contact became more passionate, and I pulled back and gazed into her eyes. I saw her arousal, and she saw mine. She was the first to speak.

"I want to go to the bedroom with you, but I have to tell you something before that happens."

She was breathing heavily, and I prodded her.

"I should have mentioned something before things got this far," she said, her eyes betraying her arousal. "How do you feel about being spanked before sex?"

Although I had never engaged in sexual spanking play, it was one of my fantasies. Reina sprang that on me so suddenly that I didn't know how to respond. I was formulating what to say when she continued.

"I'd love to see your naked body, and give you a good hot spanking - it makes me so hot, and I enjoy sex a lot more if I can do that. How about it?"

I was so aroused I would have agreed to anything, and I think she must have known that. She saw the agreement in my eyes, got up, and said, "Let's go to the bedroom!"

I led Reina by the hand to my bedroom, and she said, "Strip."

I rushed to get my clothes off. She reached in her purse and pulled out a wooden hairbrush. She then removed her long skirt, leaving her blouse, panties, leather shoes, and black ankle socks on. Her smooth legs and thighs coaxed an instant erection from me, and she smiled slightly when she saw my eagerness. She seated herself on the bed and motioned for me to lie across her lap. My throbbing erection nestled itself between her olive thighs and she began to administer the spanking.

In fantasy, the spanking is completely sensuous; in reality, the spanking really grabs one's attention and causes the recipient to wonder how it can be arousing. Afterward, the warm glow reverts back to enhancing a state of arousal. This time was no different - Reina administered hard swats with the wooden hairbrush, and my arousal quickly turned to desperation.

"Ow! OWW! Oh! Ahh! Owwww! Oooh! ..."

I squirmed mightily, and when I could not refrain from placing my hand near my bottom, Reina expertly grabbed my arm and pinned it to the small of my back, pressed down firmly, and continued to paddle me all over my bare bottom. I kicked my legs, telling her it hurt, and to please stop, and so on. She didn't stop, however, until SHE decided to, which was some time after that.

She kept me across her lap for a few minutes. The blazing heat from the spanking penetrated my entire midsection. When the immediate pain began to subside, Reina lightly stroked my testicles, causing an almost immediate reaction (and erection). She kept going until my arousal was at a feverish level.

Reina had me get up, and she stood in front of me. She told me to remove her shoes and socks, and I knelt before to do that. Then she had me remove her panties, then her blouse. She stood naked, and I hugged her. We fell to the bed, kissing passionately. I placed my hand on her pubic mound and noticed that she was dripping wet. She liked it when I put my mouth between her legs and orally brought her to orgasm. Then, lying on the bed in full body contact, I entered her.

"Uhhhhhh.." she exclaimed as my seeping hard member made its way deep inside her. Slowly and deliberately, I prolonged intercourse, until I could not hold off any longer, and spurted an ample reservoir of pent-up sex into her warm moist receptacle.

"It's been so long since I had good sex," she said. "That was so good." She smiled and held me close for some time, without saying a word. Then she suggested that we get dressed and go out for a meal.

We went to a quiet place where we could talk. She opened up to me and said that her two housemates were also into giving spankings and that they all had a hard time finding guys who would accept spanking. Also, anytime one of them did find someone who appeared to have potential, the others would come on to him, or heavily flirt with him until he came on to one of them, and the relationship was doomed. She didn't mention that she had any solution to that situation, and after dinner she went home.

After a few days I called Reina and asked if we could go out again. She said she'd call me back the next day. To my surprise, she kept her word, and said that I should come to her house to meet her housemates before going out.

I followed Reina's directions to her place, and she answered the door. She looked luscious, dressed in a short skirt which showed off her lovely olive tinted legs. She led me by the hand into the other room, where her two housemates were seated.

"This is Jacqueline," she said, indicating a slender petite blonde with long wavy hair and a small mouth with full lips. She was clad in a white blouse, tan shorts, white socks, and black sneakers. She sat with her knees parted and her feet together, presenting a sensuous display of herself. She smiled, her mild overbite protruding through her red lips.

"And this is Denise," she continued. Denise was a brunette of medium build. Her face showed a serious expression, and her light blue shirt and faded denim pants fit nicely on her. Her hips were little on the fleshy side, which added to her allure. Denise nodded without betraying any emotion. I mumbled some pleasantries and Reina told them that we'd be back after dinner.

I could see why other guys would be susceptible to flirting from any of the three women living there. Each one had a vastly different disposition, yet presented an 'I'd be good in bed' aura. I also had no doubt that Denise and Jacqueline could be formidable disciplinarians with a paddle, strap, or switch in their hands.

Reina was flirtatious and sexy on our date; she asked me many questions, but evaded some of my questions about her housemates. Before we returned to her house, she asked if I would stay with her that night. Of course, I readily accepted.

We had just set foot in her house when Jacqueline mentioned that she and Denise wanted to speak to Reina privately. They went to one of the bedrooms and shut the door. I didn't know what they were talking about, although I had the feeling that I was definitely one of the subjects. They were in there a long while.

When they came out, Reina said, "They want to watch me spank you - and they want to spank you too. I told them they could only spank you a little bit, after I give it to you. Take off all your clothes."

My heart raced - I had not figured on having an audience. I had planned on taking Reina to her room and tasting her sweet sexual delights through the night. I looked at each woman in turn. Jacqueline's eyes were bright; Denise's face registered anticipation; Reina's mouth formed a smile. She stood with her hands on her hips.

"Come on - get your clothes off - I know it excites you, so don't play shy."

I rather clumsily removed my clothes - and stood with a firm erection in front of the women.

Reina was the first to speak. "Denise, bring me the paddle."

Denise's hips swayed sexily as she walked away to fetch the paddle. She returned after a couple minutes and handed Reina a plywood paddle with holes drilled in it.

"I want you to bend over the back of the sofa," Reina directed. I leaned across. "No, all the way over. I want your head down and your feet on the floor!"

I bent over fully, and the top of my head touched the seat area of the sofa. I knew this would not be an easy punishment to endure, since I remembered how she used the hairbrush on me several days ago.

There was a short pause, and then...

Wham! A couple of seconds, and another one - Wham! And another. Wham!

"OH!" The familiar sting of the paddle had my attention.

Wham!

"AHH!" The fresh swats, on top of the previous ones, only added to the hot sensation.

Wham!

"OWW-OW!" I didn't know how many swats she intended to give, and I began to doubt my ability to take them as she continued.

Wham!

"OH! REINA!"

Jacqueline and Denise giggled.

Wham! ... Wham!

"OWW! Reina, please!"

Wham! Wham! Wham!

"OH, not so hard!"

"What's the matter, can't you take a paddling?" taunted Denise.

Wham! "AHHH!" Wham! "Ohhhh...."

I kicked both legs, forcing a momentary halt to my paddling.

"That's a demerit, Rick!" Reina scolded. "Get your feet back on the floor, and keep them there!"

With a blazing behind, and fresh resolve, I complied, while dreading what was to come.

Wham! "OH!" Wham! "OW! PLEASE!"

Wham! "AAH!" Wham! "OHH!" Wham! "AHHHH!"

Wham! "OHH!" Wham! "UHH!"

"There. Now it's time for the others to have a go at that bare bottom. What about you, Denise?"

"I want to give him a dozen with the paddle," Denise answered.

"No, that's too much - you can give him seven. Here's the paddle."

Denise readied herself to give me further paddling. "You'd better keep those feet on the floor!"

Denise paddled a little harder than Reina, probably because she was limited to seven instead of the dozen strokes that she wanted to give me. I took the first three without undue squirming. After that, each stroke was too painful for me to keep still.

Wham! "OH! AH!" Wham! "AHHH! Please!" Wham! "Oh, no!" I kicked my legs. Wham! "OW! OW!" I kicked some more.

"You don't obey very well," Denise scolded. If I had my way, I'd give you five extra EVERY time you kick."

"Jackie, what do you want to do now?" Reina asked.

"I want to give him a good strapping!"

"Denise, why don't you let her use your belt. She can give him twenty strokes. If he doesn't take them well, I'll give him extra later."

Denise and Jacqueline walked in front of me so I could see them. Denise, with a coy smile, slowly removed her two inch wide leather belt from her jeans. She doubled it over, and snapped it taut a few times for effect. Then she handed it to Jacqueline, who smiled sexily.

They walked behind me, and Jacqueline spoke.

"You're going to get a good strapping, Rick. I'm going to enjoy this. Don't kick your legs, or Reina will take care of you later for it. Here goes!"

The first stroke hit like a bolt of lightning.

Snap!

I felt an immediate hot sensation across both nether cheeks.

"Nice follow-through," Reina remarked.

Snap! Snap! Snap! "Ohhh!" Snap! Snap! Snap! "OW!" Snap! "AHH!"

The swats got hotter as Jacqueline continued. I twisted and squirmed. As hard as I tried, I still kicked my legs toward the end of the twenty strokes.

"I saw that!" Reina said. I'll take care of that when we go to bed. Get up now. And no touching back there."

I desperately wanted to soothe my blazing bottom with my hands, but I didn't want to incur more of Reina's wrath for that.

"Let me borrow that belt," Reina said to Jacqueline. Denise smiled in anticipation. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom," she said to me, and I followed her. She closed the bedroom door and said that she'd be back in a few minutes, told me to wait for her, and left.

When she returned she closed the bedroom door, placed the doubled-up belt on the bed, and stripped. After some hugs, we fell to the bed. She was as hot from arousal as my bottom was from the paddling and strapping. After some frenzied kissing and touching, she opened her legs and had me get between them to satisfy her orally. Her pussy dripped with her cream, and I enthusiastically tasted her vaginal honey, and she climaxed hard.

I ached to go inside her, and as I was about to enter her she said, "Not yet - we have the matter of a demerit to take care of first."

I was so eager for satisfaction that I would have done anything. She got up from the bed and told me to lie face down, and that she was going to strap me good.

"Hands all the way in front of you - I don't want you reaching back there. You'll get extra if you do. Now you stay right there!"

Reina grasped the doubled-up belt and administered hard swipes with a follow-through that seemed to intensify the effect. She gave the strokes at a leisurely pace, pausing between each one until all my squirming ceased. Of course I gave a shout with each one, as I'm sure they were full strength.

Throughout the long, extended strapping, Reina lectured about how it was important to take my discipline without getting out of position. She mentioned that the other women were probably immediately outside the door listening to me get a severe strapping on top of my other discipline.

Reina kept on strapping me with the belt. I shouted; I begged her to stop; I pleaded with her. But I stayed in position, even though I could not help twisting and writhing.

After what seemed an interminable strapping, she stopped and told me to stay put. She gently placed her cool hands on my ravaged bottom, and over a period of time, soothed the immediate pain. I knew I would be sore for several days.

When I turned over, she stroked, touched, and massaged my testicles and turgid cock, bringing me to a hard erect state in a matter of a few minutes. Her smile and obvious enjoyment as she did that was especially arousing to me, and I moaned and squirmed, aching for relief.

Reina straddled my midsection and inserted my hard seeping cock inside her, and then positioned herself on top of me in full body contact. The soft, fleshy, sensual quality of being inside of her body took me to stratospheric heights. We had slow, deep, and prolonged intercourse. The expressions on her face - those of exquisite enjoyment - ensured that I did everything I could to extend the time that my throbbing erection gently but firmly explored her body. I felt the sensation of impending ejaculation slowly build up. The prior paddling and strapping actually enhanced the pleasure and intensity of this slow buildup. It was a penetrating heat from inside. It was extremely pleasurable to keep the crescendo of ejaculatory response a gradual one. As if building up inertia and energy, the sensation increased more and more.

Reina sighed, moaned, and cooed, going through a myriad of different expressions - open-mouthed with closed eyes, a wide-eyed smile, puckered lips, a grimace of pleasure.

She whispered, "Yes, Rick, yes!" and I cried out as I began to spurt inside her. I held on tightly as I pumped, twisted, and writhed. Each spurt propelled itself with force, and wracked me with pleasure.

We sweetly caressed in the afterglow of lovemaking.

"The others were probably listening the whole time," she said after we calmed down. "They're jealous of me. They like you and they were impressed with your submission to me. I have some decisions to make soon."

My heart jumped when she said that, and I felt insecure. I asked her what she meant, and she tried to reassure me.

"Don't worry - it's just some things about arranging the relationship so that we can avoid roommate problems." Then she cryptically added, "Whatever arrangement does happen, I'm sure you'll see it as an advantage."

Reina then began to stimulate me by gently touching me all over and handling my cock and testicles. Wordlessly, she brought me to a raging erect state over the next twenty minutes, and guided me inside her. With only the wordless sounds of lovers, we again had intercourse - sweet and deep. Several times she held me still while I was inside her; her eyes told me she just wanted to feel the fullness of her vaginal muscles stretched taut. After a long while she became more animated and coaxed another ejaculation from me, and then we slept.

As new lovers often do, we spent a considerable part of our time in the bedroom. For a week, she didn't spank me, due to the severity of the previous one - she was, however, frequently dominant. She had me orally service her pussy many times, and I gave her backrubs, stimulated her beasts, helped her put her fashion boots on, and other similar things. The rewards from her were always exquisite - after she came to (usually more than one) orgasm, she welcomed me inside her, and her skill, enthusiasm, and sexual giving was nothing short of phenomenal.

I noticed several times that her housemates gave her furtive sidelong glances. There was no apparent animosity; it was more like grudging admiration.

When Reina next decided to spank me, she administered it in the living room and let her housemates observe. In this setting, Denise and Jacqueline were seated at one end of the room, I was in the center of the room, bent over the back of a kitchen chair, facing them. Reina, of course, was behind me and to one side. I was naked; all the women were fully clothed.

She gave me a severe and prolonged strapping that evening. I saw that the others became more aroused with the progression of the strapping. Although I did not stand up during the discipline, I did wiggle, squirm, and kick. Reina did not seem as concerned with my twisting and kicking as with giving a very lengthy leathering. It appeared that the women were aroused most by my vocal reaction - my exclamations of "OH!", "OW!", "UHHH!", and most of all, my entreaties to stop.

The blonde Jacqueline frequently squirmed in her seat with her bare legs together and her sensuous overbite mimicking a sensuous smile. Denise showed huge attentive brown eyes. She mostly sat still except for some light squirming occasionally.

Reina continued to snap the leather strap across my naked bottom, and she interspersed comments about my deserving this, and how much I need it, and so on.

At long last she stopped. She told me to go to the others and show them her handiwork. I had to turn around and bend over in front of Jacqueline, and then Denise. Each woman placed her hands on my well strapped posterior and made comments.

"Nice work, Reina!" exclaimed Jacqueline. "I really enjoyed watching that."

Denise commented, "Nice and red - and hot to the touch, too. Maybe he shouldn't get dressed until later, what do you think?"

"An excellent idea," Reina answered. For the rest of the evening I was only allowed to wear sandals; otherwise, I spent the evening nude among the three women. The heat from the strapping had an effect on me in another way - I got frequent erections around Reina and her housemates.

When it was time for bed, Reina was eager for sex. First she straddled my mouth and exploded in orgasm after just a few moments. Then I entered her and she brought me to ejaculation in no time by sexily pumping her hips while smiling salaciously. She surprised me throughout the night by initiating sex two more times.

After breakfast the following morning she took me back in her room and began a serious conversation. When she asked me if I was still looking or another place to live I told her yes.

"Jackie and Denise and I have been talking things over a lot lately," she said. "They're okay with the idea of you moving in with us - if you did, though, there would be some changes in our relationship."

I asked her to explain.

"Do you remember my telling you that there are typically roommate problems when one of us finds a guy who will take spankings?"

I nodded.

"Well, there's an obvious way around that - and I hope you'll consider it, because I'm all in favor of it: Each of us will have you exclusively for a period of time, like two or three weeks, or a month - on a rotating basis. See, I want to have you, and I also don't want to give up rooming with Jackie and Denise - and this is the only way I can see that it would work in the long term. I didn't know how else to sound you out on the idea, than to present it fully."

My heart pounded as I thought of the implications of what I'd just heard. In some ways, this was every man's dream. I also knew it would be very demanding and require tact. My loyalty, as a lover and a recipient of discipline, would be changing to whoever I was with. Further, I knew beyond a doubt that if I did not do this, I would forever regret not having giving it a chance.

Reina asked me not to think badly of her for suggesting it, and asked if I needed some time to consider it. I said no, I didn't need any time to think it over, and that I would do it. She appeared relieved, and we made plans for the move.

A little later in the living room, Reina announced to the others that she had talked to me about 'the plan' and that everything was on. They discussed at length the amount of time that I would be with each woman, and when it would change from Reina to one of the others. They agreed, after long discussion, that the changeover would happen on the first of every month, and we had one week to go before the first of the following month.

Then there was a discussion about which one of the housemates would be next to use me, and Jacqueline asserted her seniority as housemate. The women hashed out other ground rules, the most important one being that my bottom needed to be fresh and ready for spanking when the changeover happened - that meant that there would be no spanking during the final week of the month.

Jacqueline gave a teasing smile when the discussions ended and Reina and I went out.

For the next several nights Reina and I had especially intense sex; sometimes frenzied, and other times tender and intimate. She confessed that the thought of my getting into the other girls' pussies made her jealous, but that she could handle it and wanted to give the plan a chance to work.

Chapter 2: Jacqueline

The first of the month came, and at 6 PM Reina, in front of the others, told me to strip completely. Then she kissed me and led me to Jacqueline.

"Jackie, I present your lover, submissive, and bed mate for the next month. Please take good care of him. You are his first loyalty during that period. Love and discipline him as you see fit. Rick, remove Jackie's shoes and kiss her feet."

I knelt before Jacqueline and removed her red platform mules. Then I cradled one foot in my hands, and kissed her foot, immediately above her toes. I had not kissed women's feet very much before, and I was surprised at the thrill I got from handling and kissing Jacqueline's.

She did not say anything, so I continued. The scent of Jacqueline having worn her shoes all day, combined with the day's foot sweat, produced an intoxicatingly sensuous aroma. I kissed her toes, then kissed the top of her foot all over. I decided to continue until told to stop. I took each toe in my mouth and gently sucked on it for a moment or two while feeling it with my tongue.

"Ohhh, that feels so good," Jacqueline moaned. I repeated the reverent attention on her other foot. "Mmmm, you're getting me so hot!" she exclaimed. I cradled both feet in my hands, then kissed and sucked each toe again while she squirmed and my erection throbbed.

"Okay, now, let's get you initiated," she said, and took me by the hand, led me to her bedroom and closed the door.

She opened a dresser drawer and retrieved a two inch wide leather belt, doubled it, and placed it on the bed. While standing, she gave me a frontal hug and whispered, "Kiss me."

Our lips touched, and I felt an electric-like zing through my body. This girl was hot, without even trying! Her skilled mouth firmly pushed back, and before long our kisses became hungrier. We got on the bed and resumed our wordless exploration of each others' mouths. She broke away and removed her clothes, and then whispered, "You need a strapping," and got up.

She grasped the belt, snapped it taut, and instructed, "On your tummy now... That's it... Now I want you to keep your hands out of the way. Here goes!"

Jacqueline touched the leather to my bared bottom a few times. Then she raised her arm far above her, and bending her knees as she propelled the strap toward my naked bottom, whipped it hard and swiped it with an excellent follow-through. A few seconds later she repeated the effective motion and the leather bit into my bottom. Another. And another.

"Oh!" I punctuated the next several strokes. The swipes got hotter, and I began to kick my legs with each one.

"Keep Still!" Jacqueline scolded loudly.

Snap! "OH!" Snap! "OWW!" Snap! Snap! Snap! "OHHHHHH!"

Snap! Snap! "OWW!" Snap! Snap! Snap! "AHHHHH!"

"Don't wiggle your bottom, understand?!" Snap! Snap! "Understand?"

"Snap! "OH, Yes, Jacqueline!" Snap! Snap! "OH!" Snap! "OWW!"

On it went, with the slender blonde Jacqueline giving my bottom a severe leathering, frequently admonishing me to keep still. The sound from the leather snapping against my bare skin filled the room. When I truly could not keep still in spite of my best efforts, she stopped.

"Oh, I enjoyed that," she said. "All in all you didn't do too badly, but before the month is over I want you to be able to take it better. I don't care if you yell, but I want you to work on keeping still! Now let's see how good you are at eating pussy. Turn over."

Jacqueline climbed on the bed and straddled my mouth. Her beautiful light blonde pubic bush touched my lips and I gently licked and sucked on her delectable labia. Her pussy emananted an interesting scent - traces of sweat from the workday world, combined with her fresh natural lubricant. A few moments of this and I got a feel from her responses what she liked, and applied myself more exuberantly. She moaned, and a moment later, climaxed. I watched her face when she had her orgasm. After she calmed down, she rubbed her pussy on my chest, and spread her juices and scent on me.

I, of course, was aching for relief, and Jacqueline teased me for a while, and then got on her back and spread her legs for me. She put her hands on my hips as I entered her and sank all the way in. Chest to chest, we had deep intercourse while she whispered endearments. After I spurted with abandon inside her, we drifted to sleep. During the night we had intercourse twice more, and I got a feel for Jacqueline's responses and what she liked. I had to smile at breakfast the next morning when she commented to the others that her pussy was sore from the unaccustomed nocturnal activity.

We pretty much behaved as new lovers that first week together, with the exception that she incorporated some bedroom domination into our sexual sessions. Since the rule in general was that she could spank me only once per week, she thought of other ways to assert her dominance. She loved to have me massage lotion into her nude form while she lay on the bed. There were times I was so hot for her after rubbing lotion on her legs and thighs that, when she was face down, I entered her and reveled in her deep moans as I pumped my throbbing hard erection into her well lubricated pussy. She frequently had me kiss her feet and toes as I had on the night I was presented to her. This was almost always followed by my oral attentions to her dripping pussy.

When she didn't want to have intercourse she slowly teased my throbbing member and testicles until I was half crazy, and then hand-jobbed me to ejaculation.

It came time for my next spanking from Jacqueline. That evening she took me in the bedroom, left the door open, and had me strip completely. I kissed her feet and toes for about fifteen minutes. Then I bent over at the waist for a hard paddling. The hot sensation from the paddle should not be underestimated. I had a very hard time staying in position for the paddle, and Jacqueline decided to use a leather strap afterward. She placed a firm cushion on the bed, spread a towel over it, and had me lie face down so that my hips were raised. Amid my continuous exclamations of "OH!" when the leather hit, she administered a severe strapping. I know that Denise and Reina watched, or at least listened, from outside the bedroom.

I then lay face up on the bed, and Jacqueline closed the bedroom door and straddled my mouth. Her blonde pussy was damp from her arousal, and her juices glazed my face. After two raucous climaxes, she shifted so that she straddled my chest, and rubbed her pussy all over my sternum, which left her honey-scented juice on my body. Then she impaled herself on my hard cock. Her hands grasped my hips as she did so, and she said, "Just lie back and enjoy it. I'll do all the work this time."

Whispered "Ahhhhh" sounds came from her as she slowly and deeply took the full length of my cock while straddling my hips. Much of the time her eyes were closed, her mouth open and head tilted back. At times she was motionless except for her internal muscles squeezing my erection. When she sensed I was near ejaculation, she slowed down to prolong the experience. She did this several times, and she enjoyed my sweet agony. After a long delirious session, she sped up the tempo, and whispered hoarsely, "Now, come inside me, Rick - give me all you've got!"

I needed no encouragement, and I spurted forth inside the blonde dominant seductress. She milked me with her pussy until I had no more to give. Then she withdrew and straddled my ribs again, rubbing her messy pussy all over my chest. Her sweet smile of contentment was contagious. She lay beside me for a while and after a time we slept.

The remainder of the month with Jacqueline was similar, and I really liked being in bed with her. Toward the end of the month we went out to dinner and during the course of the conversation she said, "I'm not going to want to give you up at the end of the month - I've really enjoyed the time. Even though I give you severe discipline, you must know that I enjoy our time together."

I told her that I liked being with her, and that in a few months we'd be together some more. She had a wistful look in her eyes as she agreed that she would be looking forward to that.

Our sexual interaction was very intense that final week of my month with Jacqueline, with the exception of our last two nights together - she said she wanted to be sure I was in top shape for Denise.

Chapter 3: Denise

Early evening on the first of the month, Jacqueline formally presented me to Denise. I stripped completely, and she led me into the living room where the others were seated.

"Denise, I present you with Rick for the next month. Love him and discipline him as you see fit. He will begin by removing your shoes and worshiping your feet."

I sported a firm erection from the anticipation. I knelt before Denise and untied the laces on her sneakers, removed them and her white socks, and went to work on her feet as I had done with Jacqueline. Denise indicated that it felt good, although I sensed that she didn't get as much of a sensual turn-on from it as Jacqueline did. To Denise it was more of a show of submission.

After I had spent about fifteen minutes on her feet, Denise got up and said, "Well, it's time to get down to business here. Pick up my shoes and come with me."

We went to her bedroom where she had done some preparation - there was a wood-handled leather strap conspicuously on the bed. She removed her jeans, and I got a thrill from gazing at her delectable legs and fleshy hips. She kept her light blue shirt and panties on, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Massage my legs," she instructed. My erection ached as I ran my hands over her smooth legs and palpated her firm but pliant musculature. After I worked my hands up and down both legs and thighs, I took a risk and brushed my lips on her legs, occasionally using my tongue to revel in the feel of her skin. She clearly enjoyed that, and I kept on, eventually working my way to the insides of her thighs. I caught the scent of arousal that she felt - her pussy had begun to cream. She moaned and sighed. She clearly did not want me to stop, but she wanted to assert her dominance, and changed, for the moment, the direction this was taking.

"Enough of that for now," she said, and stood up. "I want to give you your spanking. Bend over the edge of the bed, and keep your feet on the floor."

She retrieved the wood handled strap, and took her position to my left. "Now let's see how well Jackie trained you..."

Denise had a strong arm for giving the strap. The wood-handled instrument she used was wider than the belt that Jacqueline used on me, and about as thick as the doubled-up belt would have been. Denise had a tennis player's follow-through with each swipe, which increased the effect. The first few strokes implanted an urgent hot sensation on my bottom. After that, every couple of strokes evoked an exclamation from me.

Snap! "Oh!" Snap! Snap! "OHH!" Snap! Snap! "AUGH!" ...

Denise paused for a moment after every ten or so strokes, and changed sides each time. I couldn't keep from kicking my legs as the strapping progressed, although I did keep my bared backside exactly where she wanted.

After what must have been a hundred or more strokes she stopped and told me to get up.

"You didn't do too badly," she said. "I know you tried to be still, but you still kicked a lot more that I like. You'll have to work on that. Maybe if I cut some switches that will help your motivation. But now, I have something else for you to work on!"

She removed her shirt, bra and panties, and climbed on the bed. She lay back and bent her knees. "They say you're good at eating pussy," she said.

The message was clear, and I nestled my face between her sexy thighs for the first time. Her dark pubic mat was beautiful, and I desperately wanted to enter her. Her scent was different from that of the other women. It's amazing how each woman's scent can be different, and at the same time exquisitely arousing.

Her pouty labia tasted good, and I applied my mouth to that delicious womanhood. She creamed heavily from the arousal of dominating and strapping me, and I reveled in tasting her glaze as she moaned and twisted. Finally she pumped and bucked her hips in the throes of orgasm. I held on with my mouth firmly planted on that delectable pussy.

"Mmmm, that was good," she sighed. "I can tell you like doing that. Come up here and let's cuddle!"

I ran my hands over her body, especially her pliant hips. Her kisses were sweet, and the feel of her chest against mine caused my already raging erection to seep. We spent several minutes cuddling and kissing, mostly with Denise lying on top of me. When she maneuvered onto her back while holding on to me, I knew she was ready for me. She reached down and guided my throbbing cock into her pussy.

"Easy now," she whispered. "It's been a while since I've done this... OH!"

I had to considerably restrain my urge to plunge in. As I slowly worked my way into her womanhood, she grimaced and panted. When I was in as far as I could go, she said, "Stay just like that for a while."

I had no trouble staying erect inside her as I lay still on top of her. After a few moments she gradually pumped her hips and I began to traverse her pussy with long slow strokes. My pumping got more frenzied, which she seemed to enjoy. After a while of this, we changed positions and Denise was on top, straddling my midsection, impaled by my cock.

"Put your hands behind your head and enjoy," she said. I watched as she grasped my hips and withdrew quickly almost all the way, and then slowly pumped forward until I was in to the hilt. She repeated this maneuver, which I found sexy, and I felt the gradual and inevitable buildup of impending ejaculation. In an almost merciless fashion, she kept up this motion until I cried out and spurted with total abandon inside her.

Not surprisingly, we had intercourse two more times that night, and I satisfied her orally each time.

"You look happy," the others told Denise at breakfast the next morning. She smiled and said she'd been well handled during the night. She further mentioned that I had been well strapped, and that she thought of a few interesting ideas to spice up the spankings.

Denise did not spank me for several days, and we spent the nights together in deep intimacy. I learned what she liked, and she got a feel for what aroused me. During the week she took me to an adult products store, and with the help of a very interested female clerk there, selected a hard wood paddle that was obviously meant for use on me. She also had a detailed discussion with the clerk, in my presence, about the fine points of administering a switching. I could see the arousal in the woman's eyes as the discussion took place. There was Denise, standing there with a paddle in her hand, holding it as if she were about to use it, talking to another woman about giving a switching, and me standing quietly beside her.

That evening, Denise announced to me that the following evening would be "spanking night" and said that she decided how the session was going to progress. She didn't elaborate, and later was practically insatiable in bed.

The time for my spanking came, and Denise led me to her bedroom. First, I shed all my clothes. Then I removed her shoes and orally serviced her feet. She looked absolutely delicious in her shirt and jeans and bare feet. Then she retrieved the new paddle that she bought, and told me her plan. I was going to bend over and take twelve paddle strokes. That will be followed by a switching. Every time I get out of position from the paddling, none of the previous strokes count, and I have to bend over again and we start over from one. Furthermore, for each time I get out of position, she will increase the duration of the switching as motivation. Next week it will be fifteen paddle strokes that I must take while in position, and the week after that, twenty. My heart fluttered as she told me her plan - it was truly going to be a severe session. I knew that the paddle would be very difficult to take - she would make sure of that.

She instructed me to position a chair in front of the bed, and bend over the back of it. Then she got the paddle - a hardwood instrument with a surface of about four inches wide and a little over twelve inches long, exclusive of the handle. The wood had a fine smooth polished surface.

The first stroke hit like a thunderclap. Scarcely two to three seconds later, the second one struck. Then the next one:

Whack! "Ohhh!" Whack! "Ahhhh!" Whack! "OWW!"

I could not stay in position - the strokes were hard, and too close together. I bolted upright and put my hands on my already blazing bottom.

"No, hands off there!" she ordered. I stood where I was while she paced around the room for a moment.

"Okay, back over you go," she said. "We'll start over from one."

I bent over again and resolved to stay in position this time. The heat to my bare naked bottom from the fresh paddle strokes was all the more intense because of the previous five.

Whack! "Mfff!" Whack! "Ohh!" Whack! "OHH!" Whack! "AHHH!" Whack! Whack!

"We're halfway there, lover. Stay in position now..."

Whack! "OWWW!" Whack! "OHHHH!" The heat was nearly unbearable. I didn't know how I could take four more without moving.

Whack! "Oh, Denise!" Whack! "No....." Whack!

One more to go. This one was sure to be given extra hard.

Whackkk!

"AHHHHHH!" I twisted but stayed bent over. How was I going to be able to take a switching after this paddling? I had never had a switching before, although rumor has it that they really hurt!

As if reading my thoughts, Denise said, "You're going to take your switching on the bed, and I'm going to tie you in place. But first, I want you to go to the window and watch me cut the switches." She put on her sandals and left the room after ensuring I was looking out the window. I saw her walk over to the large willow tree in the back yard, knife in hand. With some deliberation, she selected two switches. They were firm but flexible. I saw her trim the leaves off the switches and cut them to the length she wanted. She whisked each one through the air several times, and came into the house. I heard the water running for a minute, and she entered the bedroom with the switches in hand, and closed the door.

"There, I've got them cleaned off and ready. Now to get YOU ready..." Denise kicked her sandals off, unsnapped her jeans, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. Then she stepped out of her panties, and unbuttoned the front of her shirt and left it open. Oh, what a delectable sight she was!

My heart pounded as I followed her instructions to lie on the bed face down, spread-eagled. She retrieved binding straps and secured my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.

She picked up one of the switches and pranced to one side of the bed. Then she teased my bare bottom with the switch, rubbing it lightly all over the surface that she intended to whip. This went on for a few moments, and she giggled.

"Okay now, here we go..." she said.

It does not take much energy to make a switch really hurt. Denise used that switch like she meant business. The pain from a switch has an urgency that can't be ignored. It is hot, and peaks almost instantly. In addition, she whipped rapidly, with no pauses between strokes.

I twisted and writhed to the extent that my bindings permitted, all the while punctuating the strokes with my bewildered exclamations: "OH! AHH! OW! Oh-Please! OW! STOP! Please-Stop! No! OW! OH! OW! NO-MORE! AHH! ..."

"Oh, my hot pussy!" Denise exclaimed when she at last stopped whipping with the switch. "It's dripping down my legs now! Now, about that time you got out of position for your paddling - I'm going to use a fresh switch! Ten strokes."

"Oh, please, Denise - no more! Please!"

"Well, you should have stayed in position like I told you to. Here we go now..."

She applied those strokes with a furor that I had not expected - I'm sure she whipped as hard as she could, partly due to her intense arousal. I gave a hearty yell with each swipe and twisted furiously while desperately imploring her to stop. When she finished the additional punishment she said, "That's what you get for not taking your paddling like you should. Maybe next time you'll stay in position. If not, there's a lot more switches out there on that tree."

She unfastened my bindings and told me to get up. My naked bottom felt like one large receptacle of hot striating sensation. She got on the bed, naked except for her open shirt.

"Oh God, I can't wait for you to get your mouth on my pussy! Start with my legs, and lick up all the drippy stuff!"

I applied my tongue to her beautiful thighs and cleaned the profuse feminine cream that had streaked down her legs. When I got to her pubic mound, her cream had soaked much of her pussy hair. Her labia glistened, and she shuddered when my mouth made contact. I grasped her thighs and applied myself to the task at hand. She moaned loudly, and I realized that much of her arousal was directly from administering the whipping. She twisted as she climaxed, and I gave her a few moments with my tongue nestled inside her pussy before resuming erotic stimulation. She liked that, and crested harder the second time. By that time the pain from the switching and paddling had become a warm glow from inside me. My arousal was whetted by Denise's reaction to my oral attentions and the way she lay there with her unbuttoned shirt.

I could not wait - I impatiently entered Denise and plunged in to the hilt. I lay directly on top of her and savored the feel of her skin, her legs, the look in her wide eyes, and the feeling of her vaginal muscles lovingly caressing my erect member. I paused several times to get the full experience of being there with her. After a while, nature took its course and I emptied a healthy serving of semen into Denise's hot pussy.

"Oh, that was good," she cooed lovingly. "I know I whipped you hard, but I get so hot when I do that - you understand, don't you?"

I did understand then - indeed, the severe discipline intensified my later arousal and orgasm, although I knew that I would always dread Denise's punishments at the time she administers them. She freely offered herself to me during the night, and several nights that week.

The following week's spanking followed the same course, except that she raised the stakes by making the paddling fifteen strokes, and promised that the following week would be twenty. I took the fifteen without standing up, although I did writhe and twist. It took every bit of my will to do that, and I had no idea how I was going to take twenty of her hard paddle strokes the next time. The switching that followed was severe, and I twisted and begged - "Oh-Please-Stop! OW! Please-Denise! Please-Stop! Please-No-More! ..." during the episode. As I recovered afterward, she went on about how hot and creamy her pussy was. Our lovemaking after she untied me was every bit as exquisite as the previous session.

Chapter 4: Back to Reina

Three days later Denise came home in a bad mood, and told us that she had to go away for a two week training course for her work. She was so upset by that that we did not have sex for the two nights that followed. She decided to release me to Reina early, and did not want to modify the "first of the month" changeover in the future, which meant that Reina would have me for a little over five weeks before giving me over to Jacqueline.

They all gathered that evening, and Denise had me strip in front of them, and then gave me to Reina, with appropriate words.

Reina was seated in the center of the room, and I knelt before her and lovingly kissed her feet and toes. She moaned and exclaimed that it felt good. She had taken off her pants and only had her shirt and panties. When my erection was throbbing and seeping from handling and kissing her feet, Reina asked Jacqueline to bring the massage oil, and told me to rub the oil on her legs and feet. Doing that aroused me more; her long, shiny, oiled legs were a pleasure to look at and touch.

When I had rubbed a fair amount of oil into her skin, she said, "Okay now, put your hands behind your back, and come forward..." I was still in a kneeling position, and Reina placed her oiled legs together so that my erection was nestled between her shins. Then, looking at me with a sexy smile and sensuous eyes, she rapidly rubbed her legs together with the effect that her well-oiled skin massaged and stimulated my erection. In about a minute I could not stand the stimulation, and wildly ejaculated.

"Ohh! Ahhhhh! Ooooh!" I hoarsely whispered as jets of semen pulsed between Reina's legs onto the carpet.

"Oh, I'm going to have to spank you good for that," Reina mock-scolded while the other girls giggled. "Clean it up and then I'll give you what you deserve," she continued.

Everyone watched as I wiped the spunk off the carpet with a washcloth. Reina took me to her room, closed the door, and told me to get her hardwood hairbrush. Then she arranged a chair in front of her bed and I got across her lap. Her oiled legs and thighs felt good, though I knew my developing erection would soon be going away from the forthcoming spanking.

Reina spanked hard, and my sensitivity from having recently ejaculated made me feel the swats more intensely. There was scarcely a one second pause between strokes, and she alternated sides - first on the right nether cheek, then on the left. After the spanking got underway, I punctuated each slap with an exclamation of pain.

Whap! OH! Whap! OHH! Whap! Ahh! Whap! OW! ...

On and on it went, and my shouts became louder and more urgent as Reina continued to wield the hairbrush. I yelled at Reina to stop, but she didn't; I pleaded with her to not hit so hard, but she just giggled; I must have gotten about a hundred and fifty smacks before she stopped. The other girls had no doubt been listening to me being spanked. Quickly, she got on the bed and spread her legs. I knew what I was supposed to do next. She moaned as I made slurping sounds while enthusiastically kissing and licking her pussy. Her arousal from my oiling her legs, my living-room ejaculation, and giving me a severe hairbrushing was good for two orgasms in a matter of ten minutes.

I entered her, tasted her kisses and felt the warm confines of her vaginal caresses. After a good plowing, I felt the tingling of approaching orgasm. As the feeling got stronger, she smiled and whispered, "I missed you. Welcome back."

I ejaculated profusely, and stayed inside her as we drifted to sleep.