Have you ever been going along in your life, doing pretty much as normal and suddenly your whole life changed? Well, mine did. I even know the exact moment it changed.
5:25 PM, Monday, April 22, 1985.
I'm sure that that date will not ring a bell in anyone's mind as being a note worthy date. The evening news was fairly normal. No major national or international catastrophes occurred, at least that I'm aware of.
So what makes that day so notable for me, you might ask. Well it changed my whole life. To that of a slave to my husband.
I was born Beverley Jane Williamson.
I was the third child of James and Martha Williamson of Manchester, Oregon. My two older brothers Jimmy, five years old, and Mark, three years old, were anything but delighted at my arrival but they had little choice in accepting me and I settled in like any new born in upper middle class America.
I can't honestly say that I remember all that much of my early childhood but it must have been normal in all ways.
But one of my first memories concerns my brothers and me.
We were free to play one summer day and I had followed them into the hills behind our house.
Naturally twelve year old and ten year old boys did not welcome their seven year old sister, but I followed the nevertheless.
After trying to loose me for over a half an hour they finally consented to having me with them and we made our way to a small lake in the hills. They planned to fish. I planned to be with them.
Two hours of lines dangling in the water produced no fish and Jimmy and Mark became frustrated. I don't think my splashing my feet in the water helped matters much either.
They repeatedly told me to leave and I continued to refuse. I informed them that I was staying. Well, to make a long story short they were anything but happy about my presence.
It seems that they had wanted time alone to discuss girls and they couldn't do it with me there.
I kept insisting that I could tell them what they wanted to know. After all I was a girl, wasn't I?
"You're a baby, Bev. We're talking about women."
"I'm the same as a woman," I insisted. "I'm just a bit smaller, but I have everything they do."
That comment seemed to spark an interest in them.
They looked at me differently than they ever had and for several minutes they carried on a whispered conversation.
Mark kept saying no, but whatever they were talking about, Jimmy insisted. The next I knew they had tackled me to the ground.
I fought them for a while but when Jimmy said that if I didn't cooperate I could never be with them again. So I asked, "Well, what do you want?"
"We wanta see you."
"You see now unless you're blind."
"No. Really see you, Bev. We want to see how a woman looks."
"You know what women look like Jimmy. Heavens, you've seen enough of them around. There's me, mom, Mrs... "
"No dummy. We want to see what they look like without any clothes on. We want to see a pussy."
"A what?"
"A pussy. You know. That thing between your legs."
"Oh. Ah... why?"
"Because girls are build different than boys, asshole."
"Well you don't have to get mean about it. If all you want is to look, then look."
I still remember how I untangled myself from them and very calmly took off my clothes. It didn't take all that long. I was only wearing cut-offs, a tank top, panties and tennis shoes.
But I'll never forget how they couldn't seem to take their eyes off me. I felt proud to show my body to my brothers and they seemed to appreciate it too.
Naturally I didn't have any breasts at age seven but they were more concerned about what I had between my legs anyway.
My little pink pussy lips felt like their eyes were burning holes in it but I did want to play with them so I remained still as their eyes stared at me.
"Pull your pussy lips apart, Bev. Let us see what's inside."
I didn't think that was such an unusual request so I used my fingers and did as Jimmy asked. But it seem weird for my two brothers to be kneeling at my feet.
It was almost like they were worshipping me or something and I liked that feeling.
"Can we touch you?" Jimmy was breathing kind of funny and I liked the idea of them finally paying attention to me. So I said, "Sure. I don't care."
They didn't waist any time in using their own hands on my pussy.
And that was what I remembered the most.
It felt totally different when they touched me than went I did it myself. And I liked the feeling.
Jimmy and Mark did everything but turn my pussy inside out as they got their first female anatomy lesson.
Several times they were so involved that they hurt me but when I told them, they stopped.
Once when Jimmy tried to push his finger in my tiny whole I screamed and he stopped. He even apologized.
And that was really weird for my oldest brother. He never apologized to me for anything. I quickly forgave him and they continued to poke and prod.
Finally remembering that they said girls and boys looked different, I asked to see them.
Well, that didn't take much persuading. In a flash their jeans were on the ground and I got my first look at the difference.
Mark looked funny but Jimmy looked impressive. His cock, he named it that, was much bigger than Mark's. And I got my first boy anatomy lesson when Jimmy said his was bigger because he had a hard-on.
Not much else happened that day at the lake. We played the typical doctor games with each other until all were sure to remember the differences between the sexes. But we continued to play it over the years.
By the time I was twelve, Jimmy was seventeen and Mark was fifteen there were very major differences.
I had tits, not all that big understand, but I had them nevertheless and they were impressed by touching them.
Both of them had raging hard-ons. All of us had grown over the years, we were no longer bashful in each other's company, and when they both masturbated to splash their white spunk onto the ground I was very impressed.
By the time I was fourteen we stopped playing doctor. It wasn't so much because of us as it was what we knew about society. Each time it became more and more difficult not to go all the way and incest was a definite no-no. Besides, by then both of them had girl friends and neither made any effort to keep me in the dark about how they fucked their girl friends. I got quite an education from my brothers and I used that education to my advantage.
By fifteen I was a knockout and knew it. And I was one hell of a tease. I well knew about boys. Knew what made them hot and bothered. And I loved doing everything in my power to make them just as hot as I could. But I refused to go all the way. Maybe it was my middle class upbringing, I don't know. I was more than willing to let my dates cop a feel, several in fact, but I drew the line at fucking.
By sixteen I had the guys panting at my heels. My long blond hair hung in full waves to the middle of my back. My firm, upstanding C tits bounced upon my no bra chest with every step I took. And my full hips shimmied from side to side. My deep green eyes didn't miss any pair of jeans that had a wiggling lump pressed into the zipper. I enjoyed my control over the boys and wasn't about to give it up for a five minute fuck. No, not me. I knew the rumors around school. As soon as a girl gave in she was fair game. Sure she got dates, but only so they could fuck her.
Not me. I kept control over them because I didn't give in.
By my freshman year in college it was getting more and more difficult to please myself with only my fingers. I had an itch that just wouldn't quit but my determination held fast and I kept my cherry and my reputation intact.
But my sophomore year saw the beginning of my downfall. Stephen came into my life.
And to make another long story short, I went ape shit over Stephen. I wanted him and set out to get him.
Stephen was a grad student working on his Ph.D. in biochemistry. He was a hunk and a half. Six six, two twenty, black hair, blue eyes, quiet hut strong. Two weeks after discovering him we had our first date and I was even more convinced that we were made for each other.
I welcomed his maturity and quiet authority. It was a good change from the other guys that I could control with a shake of my tits.
But Stephen didn't take advantage of his strengths. He was sure enough of himself that he didn't have to flaunt his strengths and he treated me like a lady. Not just a woman, hut a lady.
He opened doors, stood when I entered a room and all the other gentleman things that so many men had forgotten. We kissed. We didn't grab. He embraced me, he didn't attack. He accepted my limitations and I accepted his gentle control over me.
At the end of the school year we married. After nineteen years of virginity I almost attacked him to rid myself of my damned cherry on our wedding night.
Stephen gave no objections. And for our two week honeymoon we fucked like a couple of rabbits determined to populate the world on our own.
I loved sex, in any form, in any position, in any setting. I had years to make up for and did a damned good job in catching up in a short time.
Then it was time to settle into married life. I think I adjusted quiet well. Stephen resumed his job and I took to my new life as homemaker with astonishing results. On January 23, 1985 I gave birth to our son and my world suddenly changed. A week out of the hospital I was a wreck. It seemed that all I did was change diapers, wash diapers, feed Jason, change Jason, burp Jason, bathe Jason, change Jason's bedding, cook meals and then do some more cleaning. I didn't even have energy to regain my former shape. The extra twenty pounds I hadn't lost after his birth remained on me and made me even more tired and irritable.
In short I became a bitch. At first Stephen was more than understanding but as the weeks passed and I became worse he started to change too. He became more and more the complaining husband. We argued. We snapped at each other. Stephen wasn't helping. I was a lazy slut. He complained too much. I was fat. He was unsympathetic. I was a bitchy shrew. And back and forth our insults flew.
Things came to a head on that fateful April 22.
The whole day had been a total disaster.
The washer over flowed when I washed the diapers. The garbage disposal ate a spoon. Jason cried the entire day, nothing pleased him until finally he passed out from sheer exhaustion.
I spent a half an hour extracting one of his toys out of the vacuum then didn't have the energy to continue with the task.
The dishes were still in the sink, the dirty laundry on the floor and the house in total chaos when Stephen walked in the door.
The pressures had built too long. They needed an outlet.
I was standing at the kitchen sink, trying to find enough space to peel some potatoes around the dirty dishes.
My hair was a stringy mess. I still wore my thin robe. I had never gotten around to dressing.
I was surrounded by jars of opened baby food that I had tried to make Jason happy with. And at that moment Stephen walked in.
He didn't say a word but I could tell that he was anything but happy about his reception. His eyes traveled over the mess. He turned and stalked out of the kitchen.
I heard a clank in the hallway and knew that the vacuum had just received a sudden kick. His feet thumped up the stairs.
I finally managed to clear enough space to peel some potatoes for a meal that would be served late.
Four potatoes were minus skins when I heard him come back down. A rustling of newspapers told me that he had entered the living room.
Another potato peeled and he was clanging a spoon into a bowl, probably the one that I hadn't bothered to pick up off the floor.
Then I felt him standing in the doorway.
I could feel his eyes boring into me and suddenly I began to feel guilty. It was a lousy welcome home. Me and the house were a mess. He did deserve better.
But I never got a chance to admit to my feelings on the matter.
I placed the knife on the counter and turned to face him with my apology. It never left my mouth.
His hand connected with my mouth before I could utter a single syllable.
And it wasn't a gently tap either.
My head snapped sideways with the blow and my cheek burned with his imprint. I didn't know what to do.
I stood there like a zombie and stared at him. He was seething.
"Just what in the hell have you been doing all day, Bev? I've seen better looking skid row dumps than this place looks. Look at the time."
He grabbed my head and turn it to face the clock. 5:25. "Dinner is suppose to be on the table in five minutes and the stove isn't even warm, let alone the food cooked. You need a pole vault to get across the living room. The kitchen looks like a pig sty. And you look like shit. Just what the hell happened to the woman I married?"
I silently agreed that he had cause to complain, but I never got a chance to say it as in the next instance he grabbed the front of my robe and literally tore it off my body.
"Look at you. Really look at yourself, Bev? Are you happy with how you look? I can sure as hell tell you that I'm not. And it is about time that I make you realize it."
He grabbed a handful of my dirty, stringy hair and started pulling me toward the living room.
"No, on second thought, it is way past the time. If you are going to act like a child, I'll treat you like one starting now."
He sat down on a chair, complete with more newspapers piled on it, and jerked me across his lap.
I finally found my voice. "What are you doing?"
"I, my dear wife, am going to give you a spanking."
With those words ringing in my ears his hand landed on my bare butt.
It was a long way from a love tap. It hurt.
"Something that is long over due. I have tried to be patient but no more."
His hand landed again.
"You look like a fat pig. This house looks like your pig sty," the third blow landed, "and I'm not going to take it any more."
"I'mmm I'm sorry, Stephen."
"You should be." He struck my ass again.
I was all confused. My world had suddenly gone haywire.
I was across my husband's lap getting a damned spanking. The first in my memory.
My ass hurt. My mind refused to work. My voice got caught in my throat. And his hand kept descending on my tush. "I... I said I'mmm sorry."
"Just shut up, Bev. Don't say another damned word. I'll stop went I'm good and ready and not before. And if you say a word, just one, I'll do it even longer."
His hand continued to land with accuracy.
I was afraid to say anything. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was dead serous.
T tried to hold still thinking that it would be over that much sooner. But as he showed no signs of stopping I could hold still no longer. My ass felt like it was on fire.
For the first time I tried to get away. I kicked my legs and tried to bring my hands to my aching ass.
He trapped my legs with one of his and my arms with his non-spanking hand. The blows landed even harder.
I couldn't help it any more, I started to cry. From the pain, from the humiliation, from my guilt and from my helplessness. Suddenly I plain and simple stopped struggling.
I knew it would do no good. I only moved as my body reacted to the pain. I no longer fought his control over me as I realized he was justified in treating like he was.
I did deserve it and I would damned well accept it like an adult.
I laid across his lap in total submission and accepted his decision to spank me.
As blow after blow connected viciously with my hot ass as I laid there, something very subtle began to happen. His hand became less punishing and as that thought registered in my brain two others came quickly behind it-his cock was hard beneath me and I suddenly noticed that my cunt was soaking wet with arousal.
My ass was anything but comfortable. The lighter blows still hurt like hell but I no longer cared about the pain.
I was too caught up in the fact that I was horny as hell and so was Stephen.
Several more times his hand landed, each getting softer and softer until finally he stopped. Then instead of hitting my ass, his hand was caressing me and even that hurt but I wasn't about to object.
I laid there totally passive, trying to understand myself, as Stephen's hand worked its way between my blistered cheeks.
When his fingertip touched my swamped cunt I lost all control, all shame of my response to the spanking and uttered my first words in a very shaky voice.
"Fffff... fuck me... ooohh God, Stephen... please fuck me now."
As he lifted me off his lap and turned me around to face him, I didn't care about anything but my pleading cunt.
"Bev?" His face showed total confusion.
I was anything but confused. I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock in me NOW.
Stephen dropped his eyes to his lap and seemed honestly surprised by the rigid lump inside his pants.
A moment later the confused man had totally vanished, never to reappear again in our lives. He stood up and began to unzip his pants.
"Get on the floor on your hands and knees, Bev, and be quick about it."
I didn't need to be told twice and the thought of him pounding away at my battered ass made me move that much faster.
"Yes, fuck me from behind. Fuck my lazy ass good and proper."
After that neither of us wasted much energy on words. My ass was no more than in the air than Stephen was kneeling behind it. A second later a very solid cock was parting my saturated lips and sinking into me with all the force I could have asked for.
And when he pressed into my hot ass my cunt clamped down so hard I thought it would never give up its prize. Oh Holy Mary, Mother of God it was fantastic.
He continued to spank my ass with every inward stroke and I loved every blessed contact.
We grunted. We groaned. We moaned in satisfaction. We slammed into each other like we were bent on destroying each other. But all we really wanted to destroy was the time it took us to come. To come like never before in our lives.
Gurgled words of, "Ah damn," "Deeper," "Take that," and "Harder," were the only ones that were recognizable as we sought the ultimate goal of sexual fulfillment. And then it finally arrived for both us.
We were coming as our bodies shook, shivered,' grasped, pumped and slowly came to a halt and we fell to the floor.
Eons passed before we could do more than breath. But then, like all things come in their time, we returned to reality.
"You know, Bev, this fuck doesn't change a thing."
"I know and I am truly sorry about how I've been lately. I know I've been a bitch. And you have ever right to complain about my looks and the house. I promise to change. You'll see, Stephen, I'll be just like before."
Stephen rolled over and caressed my breasts as he said, "No, not just like before. From now on I will be the undisputed boss of this family. No more of your subtle assertiveness. No more of your games of trying to get your way. From now on I am boss. Not the boss sometimes, but all the time. If I say clean the house, it had better damned well be clean. And it will be from now on. And you will get rid of that damned weight if I have to beat it off you."
He gave my nipple a squeeze as he added, "But somehow I think that threat has suddenly lost some of its force, hasn't it, Bev?"
What could I say? We both knew the answer. I gave him a tear filled smile and wiggled my ass on the carpet.
"I guess it has."
Then deciding what the hell, I added, "I thought I always enjoyed my power over men, but now I realize it was just a sham to hide my true feelings. I'm sure you won't be surprised to learn that I enjoyed the hell out of my spanking and I will even go farther and say that I want you to be the boss. I'm sure that I'll have minor rebellions in the future, but somehow I no longer think you will let them get out of hand."
"You can bank on it, Bev. And the next order of business is supper. I'm starved."
"Me too."
I did manage to get supper cooked amid the chaos and Stephen even helped as he cleared away and cleaned the table so we would have a place to eat.
When we were done he helped clear the table and even fed Jason as I tackled the mess in the kitchen. Jason tucked in the playpen.
Stephen solved the problem with the washer and I got the laundry going again. By 9:30 Jason was bathed and sound asleep and as I straightened up the bulk of the mess in the living room Stephen sat at the table with notebook and pen.
Then deciding that the rest of the mess could wait until the morning I took a very needed shower.
That done, I felt a thousand times better. As I dried my hair I thought back over the past few months and came to a conclusion that Stephen had been a saint for putting up with as much as he had. And I made a firm resolve that starting bright and early in the morning I would begin to get my life back in order.
Just as I was getting ready to go back downstairs Stephen came into the room.
"Everything is locked up and ready for night, except for me."
He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hearty squeeze. "Bed sounds wonderful but I have no desire to go to sleep for a while. Can you think of an alternative?"
He leaned into me and as his swollen cock dug into me, I thought of a very good alternative.
After a whole lot of tomfoolery we settled down to an ordinary missionary position but as his hands clamped down on my hefty ass cheeks it became something totally unusual.
My ass was anything but healed and as he dug into it I couldn't help but tighten up, much to Stephen's delight I might add. And to mine.
When we finished Stephen said that there was a list for me on the dinning room table that was self-explanatory, rolled over and instantly went to sleep.
I thought about his comment for a whole two minutes before I too slipped into dreamland.
I was anything but refreshed when Jason woke up for his two o'clock feeding but I managed to crawl out of bed, change him and carry him downstairs to warm up his bottle.
Setting him in his seat I got the bottle ready and as I was waiting for it to warm up I remembered Stephen's last comment and checked out the dinning room table.
Sure enough there was a notepad.
I picked it up and started reading.
A worksheet. A damned order form. Stephen had laid out my entire day: clean house, finish laundry, ironing, he listed specific tasks to be done before he came home.
For a moment I was absolutely steaming but as I worked my way down the list I changed. He was right, I did need to do everything on the list.
Even the exercises he laid out were the ones I had thought about to lose the excess weight I had kept.
Grabbing Jason's bottle I feed him as I looked over the list. I mentally pictured each item on the list as Jason sucked away at his bottle. Yes, they all needed to be done. Several should have been done days ago. Somehow I would get them all done.
When Jason finished I grabbed the sheet of paper to take it to the kitchen and for the first time I noticed that there was writing on the back too.
My first response was 'oh shit more work', but as I began to read I started to laugh.
On the back was, "I wonder how long it took you to turn this page over and see this. A couple of things were not listed on the front. 1. Take Jason to Mrs. Peterson's for the day. 2. I called mom and she will pick him up at 3:00 and take him home for the night, so pack enough clothes and diapers, etc. 3. I will inspect the house when I get home. 4. If it passes, we go out to eat. If it doesn't you will get a paddling with a paddle 25 times for each thing not completed on the list, then you will fix me dinner. 5. After dinner prepare yourself to be ravished. Love Stephen
All feelings of resentment flew out the window.
I was humming a happy tune as I tucked the sleeping Jason in bed the crawled back into mine.
I had a very busy day ahead of me.
Chapter Two
By ten o'clock the laundry was done, the major shoveling of collected junk completed, and I had done the first set of exercises.
I was tired hut invigorated, if that makes sense.
By noon the upstairs was immaculate and I was eating a salad for lunch when Linda dropped in for a chat and coffee.
She only stayed for about a half an hour. Not much was really said but her comment of how much better I and the house looked was all the incentive I needed to get going at her departure.
As I was scouring the stove of two months of grime I wondered what Linda would have said if I had told her that me and the house looked so much better because I had gotten a spanking and loved the shit out it.
By four o'clock I was down to the last two things on the list out of twenty-three-ironing and scouring the bathtub, the two things in the world that I absolutely hated to do.
Logic told me that by the time I finished scouring the tub I too would need a shower.
So I grabbed shirts, hangers and the iron and headed for the basement. I made two trips upstairs to bring up ironed clothes and to put more water in the iron. Grabbing still more hangers I went back down for the third and hopefully the last time. I had forgotten the stack of clothes all ready in the basement waiting for the iron and was beginning to think that I wouldn't finish in time.
Hurrying, I carried the last of the ironing upstairs, set the iron to cool on the counter and dashed up to scour the blasted tub. I crammed the last ten shirts into Stephen's closet and came to the realization that it had never been so full.
For the first time all of his clothes were hanging in his closet (ironing had never been one of my strong points).
I went to the bathroom and opened the doors to the tub.
Uck. It was cruddy. There was mold growing in the corners. No doubt about it, it was long over due for a scrubbing (as it always is when I finally get around to it).
Experience had taught me that it was easier to scrub the tub and walls without any clothes on, so I stripped.
Cleanser and cloth in hand I stepped in, closed the glass door, turned on the sprayer and wet down the walls. Scrub, rinse, scrub rinse, scrub rinse, scrub rinse and the three walls and doors were clean. Next it was down on hands and knees in the tub to get the ends and the far side. Rinse tub, then rinse me and I finally got out to scrub the side of the tub nearest to the rest of the bathroom.
Tits hanging in the tub, ass on the outside, I had just applied the cleanser to the final section when I felt a Mack truck slam into my ass.
I screamed blood murder as more pain filled my sore ass.
"You aren't done with the list, so hold still for the next twenty-four."
Stephen was standing behind me with a blasted paddle in his hand.
"In fact you can finish the tub as you get your ass paddled for not doing it on time."
"That's not fair, Stephen. You're early. You said I had until 5:20."
"Yes I did and no it isn't."
"Just what the hell is that suppose to mean?"
"I did say you had until 5:20 and I am not early. Look at your watch."
I looked. It was 5:38 and I had twenty-four more paddle strokes to go.
"But Stephen, it's only one section that isn't done."
"Fair enough. It's your first day and I'll give you a break. Back over the tub and get scrubbing."
"But"
"No buts, Bev. Over the tub and scrub as you get your paddling. But I will take you out to dinner."
"But... "
I stopped when I saw the look in his eyes.
I collected my courage, admitted that I had failed and draped myself over the side of the tub for my paddling.
Crack. The sound echoed around the bathroom as my ass flamed up in pain. Give me a spanking with a hand any day over a paddling with a wooden paddle.
"Get scrubbing, Bev."
I scrubbed. Well, at least in between swats of the paddle.
When they landed it was all I could do to remain in position. I couldn't believe the pain. Stephen spaced them out but it didn't help much. By the tenth one only half of the side of the tub needed scrubbing and I wanted to run out of the room.
By twenty the tub was clean, I was blubbering like an idiot and wiggling my knees all over the place in my effort to remain in place.
Twenty-one found me hanging on to the side of the tub like a ship wrecked victim grasping the only thing in the ocean that floated.
And then it happened again.
The agonizing pain began to change to sexual stimulation. I was getting horny again. By the final stroke of the paddle I again wanted nothing in the world but to screw Stephen until I could screw no more.
I turned my tear filled eyes to him to again beg him to fuck me, but even through my blurry vision I could see that the request was not needed.
Stephen had his pants down around his knees and was kneeling behind me as I turned. I leaned back over the side of the tub and waited for heaven to arrive in the form of his swollen cock.
I didn't have a long wait.
But I did misjudge his intent. What felt like a very cool cock worked its way between by swollen ass cheeks and began to bury itself in my brownie.
No doubt about it, I screamed.
Not that my ass was virgin territory or anything, because it wasn't by any stretch of the imitation. I loved ass fucking. But not when my ass was on fire from a paddling.
But all the pleading, begging, crying in the world didn't even slow Stephen down. As he slammed into my tortured flesh with each forward thrust I thought I would die.
But naturally I didn't die. And again when I stopped struggling it turned to pleasure.
Soon I was begging Stephen not to stop. To fuck the shit out of me. And he more than willingly complied, as if he never considered any other option.
I was screaming again, but not in pain. I was screaming in ecstasy.
Every time he battered into my ass another twinge of sheer lust filled me along with his cock. I slammed my hips back to accept each and every forward thrust of his.
And when his hands clamped onto my wet and willing tits that were still hanging over the edge of the tub I went the whole distance.
I came. Then came some more as he pounded away behind me and dug in with a vengeance at my boobs.
I was on my third summit when Stephen finally joined me. Each individual jet of his cock made me come again, and Stephen cock has never been a single fire weapon. His cock shoots off like a machine gun.
I was no longer coming with individual comes, it was continuous. There was no pause between them and I was not about to object even if I could.
When reality return I somehow managed to shower.
Dressing for dinner was another matter entirely.
I immediately eliminated panty hose and panties. There was no way I could tolerate their touch on my bruised hinny flesh.
Hell, I had trouble just walking. And I sure didn't need a tight skirt so I donned my flowing blue gauze dress, slipped into some sandals and went to the bathroom to brush out my hair.
Catching my reflection in the mirror I almost changed my mind about the blue gauze dress.
Without even thinking I hadn't put on a bra and my nipples were definitely noticeable. And when I stepped back I could see the outline of my cunt.
Then just out of curiosity I turned around to see if my bruised ass showed through. It did. Just barely. But if I looked real close I could see three real good bruises through the thin material.
I stepped out of the bathroom and headed for the closet before I said "why the hell not" to myself.
I went back to the bathroom, brushed out my hair, applied my makeup then gingerly made my way down the stairs.
Stephen was waiting for me at the bottom. He smiled as I descended. "Turn around."
I started to object but stopped myself in time. I turned around so he could see me from all angles.
My twat gave a twitch.
"You'll look a whole lot more sexy after you lose the weight, but you're nothing to sneeze at now. Gutsy enough to wear it out of the house without bra and slip?"
"I think I can manage. After all, I've been a flirt for years."
"Yea, but you've never really shown anything. It was all attitude before. And sexy movements. Are you aware that no one will have to look close at all to see your nipples, and if they even halfway try they can see several bruises on your tush?"
"Yes. I saw myself in the mirror. If you want me to change, Stephen, just say so and I will, but I thought you would enjoy it. Besides, I was hoping it would make you horny again so we could do a little physical exploring when we returned,"
"Oh, no. You aren't going to get out of it that easy. There's no way in hell I am going to tell you to change. If you're sure you can handle it, let's go. I have reservations at Holland House' in twenty minutes."
"Holland House?"
"Holland House, Bev. So, what's it to be?"
Holland House was the restaurant that we frequented the most. All the waiters knew us and many of our friends dined there too.
Did I dare? What the hell, you only live once so why not get all you can out of it.
"I'm hungry. Let's go."
When we entered the car for the drive to Holland House I made a startling discovery.
I literally could not sit on my ass. It was so sore and swollen from the spanking and paddling that it felt like I had gained an additional ten pounds. The skin was stretched tight and burned with the slightest touch.
Stephen slid in, fastened his seat belt without a thought then turned to watch me. He gave a chuckle as I tried to sit more on my hips than my butt.
I gave him a nasty look and curled up on my hip and left thigh.
"You should be a real conversation piece at the restaurant, Bev. Think anyone will guess your secret? Think they will take a closer look at your bruised ass when we leave to see if they can determine why you sat so funny during your meal ?"
"It isn't funny, Stephen."
"No, it isn't. And just maybe the embarrassment of the situation will help you curb your ways. If I thought that standing you at the entry-way of Holland House, flipping up you skirt and showing your bruised ass to all would get you to act as you should, I'd do it in a flash."
"As I said, Bev, I will take it no more. And if I have to keep your ass black and blue for the rest of our marriage I will. And even you can't deny that you get hornier than hell when your ass gets blistered."
"I bet at this moment if I just touched your sore ass, you would spread your legs and start begging me to fuck you here and now. Care to take me up on the bet, Bev?"
We both knew he was right.
A hot, sore ass got me hotter than hell. "No."
"I didn't think so."
I managed to stay on my side for the ride to the restaurant and did a whole lot of thinking.
Just Stephen's words about touching my bruised ass had my box in an uproar. Just the slight brushing of the blue cotton gauze dress across my posterior almost made me cream.
My nipples were hard nubs on the ends of my tingling breasts as they Stood up on either side of the deep V of the plunging neckline and I'm sure my whole body had a red, heated tinge of woman in heat spread across it.
I was hot and bothered, just as I had made the guys in my life for years.
Twilight was falling when we parked in the lot by the restaurant.
Stephen opened my door for me and gently assisted me in exiting.
Every step I took threatened to burst the taunt skin across my ass and the gauze sliding back and forth with each step was driving me wild.
I was almost panting as we stood at the reservation desk waiting for Richard to take us to our table.
Richard finally came to us. Immediately I knew that something was wrong.
"Mr. and Mrs. Barnett." He gave us a slight bow.
"I'm sorry to inform you, but your table isn't ready yet. There has been some mix up and it will be about a half an hour. Perhaps a drink at the bar will help pass the time, complements of the house of course."
"That will be fine Richard. We are in no particular hurry. We'll be in the bar. Call us when our table is ready."
"Yes, sir. It will ready as soon as possible. This way please."
Richard escorted us to the dimly lit bar and informed the bartender that the first drinks were on the house. He then made his way back to the dinning area.
Stephen ordered our drinks and sat down on one of the stools. "Sit down, Bev."
"But, Stephen... "
"I said, sit down, Bev."
The steel in his voice precluded all arguing.
I eased my aching butt down as slowly as possible but still I couldn't stop a groan of agonizing pain from escaping my constricted throat.
Stephen lifted his glass to me. "To our new life, Bev. May it be very rewarding."
He held his glass in place until I managed to raise my with a shaking hand and touch mine to his.
"To our new life, Stephen."
And just what would this new life hold for us? I wondered as I took a sip of my drink.
Stephen leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Your nipples are so hard they're almost poking a hole through your dress."
Four eyes looked in that direction and confirmed what he has just said.
Then with my eyes still looking at my chest I saw Stephen extend his forefinger. My heart gave a lurch.
His finger touched the V of my collar bone, then very slowly started to slide down my rapidly rising chest. Down and down the tip of his finger went. To the beginning of the swell of my breasts. To the deep cleavage between them. Then to the point of the V where the material met.
He moved his finger even lower, drawing the gauze toward my lap. An inch. Two inches.
I gave a groan of total surrender and he withdrew his finger and the material snapped back into place.
"You're a hot bitch in heat, Bev. And I'm anything but cool. It seems that your bruised ass turns us both on. Are you hot, Bev?"
"Yessss." came out as a whispered plea.
"Good. I want you to sit up straight. Now slide back on the stool and cross your legs, that should put quiet a strain on your battered tush. That should warm you up even more."
"Do it, Bev. Do it now or you sleep in the spare bedroom tonight."
I did as told. I sat up straight and the taunt skin on my ass spread across the stool. I crossed my legs.
My cunt squashed. I surrendered to the pain and a moan of lust gurgled from my throat as I tried to hold myself still. I felt my clit give one twitch of anticipation.
"Stephen. Beverley. How are you two? We haven't seen you two in ages."
Stephen and I lost our private world as Jim and Amanda Hollensworth came up to us and started talking.
I can't say that I contributed much to our conversations before Richard informed us that our table was now ready.
My cunt dripped with each step I took to the table and I almost had a climax when I slid into the booth.
Stephen ordered for us and after our waiter left he continued to taunt me with words. Occasionally one of his fingers would brush across my heated nipples and I would become lost in my desires.
I found that I had little knowledge of what I was eating. Course followed course and with each one Stephen would touch me in some way that had me on the razor's edge.
When dessert came Stephen insisted on his own private dessert.
He ordered me to spread my legs.
I did without the slightest qualm.
And as he told me to eat my sherbet I felt his hand slowly slip under my skirt and make its way up and up.
"Spread them wider, Bev."
I spread them and his finger entered my soaking snatch. I almost came with the first touch.
"Lean back, Bev. Let it happen. Come for me, Bev."
His fingers had to only swirl around three times before they were coated with my cream as I tried to swallow my escalated moans. He flipped is fingers again and I shameless came again.
"That is just a very small sample of what is awaiting you once we get home, Bev. I'm going to fuck your cunt till it's sore then I'm going to drive into your slavish ass until I make you weep with more lust that you ever thought could happen."
"Do you want that, Bev? Do you want to fuck the night away until you can't fuck any more?"
"Yesss, oh God, Stephen, yesss."
"Good. Because that's what I'm going to do. I may even spank your ass again. What do you think of that Bev? Do you want your ass spanked again ?"
"Yesss, oh God, yessss, Stephen. I love it when you hurt me. I love it. I love you."
"Yes. It should be a very interesting night."
And it was. True to his word Stephen did fuck me the night away. And he did give me another spanking, nothing harsh, just enough to heat us both up real good.
We crashed at three in the morning. The next sound we heard was the alarm going off.
Chapter Three
If someone had told me at age sixteen when I was teasing everything in pants that I would one day get my greatest thrills out of submitting to the strong hands of a man, I would have laughed in their faces and told them that they were crazy as hell.
But I would have been dead wrong.
Over the course of weeks Stephen and I did indeed start a new life together. One of him controlling and me submitting.
I no longer teased him with my body.
He took what he wanted and if I didn't wish to comply, tough shit on my part.
Every morning there was another work list waiting for me. And most days I completed it. On the days that I didn't my body gladly paid for my omissions.
Several times I purposely didn't do an assigned task and Stephen knew it too and didn't object in the least.
From April to July in 85 there wasn't a week that went by that my ass didn't feel the sting of Stephen's hand or the paddle.
Sometimes it would he a very formal paddling where I would have to bring him the paddle, drape myself over his lap and voice my transgressions.
Others were more like kid's play where he would chase me around the house until he caught me then pound away at my willing ass as I gave illusions of wanting to escape.
By June 1 my weight was below my pre-pregnant weight.
I looked better than I ever had and the whole world looked on in appreciation. My body was flirting again, but now only by the request of my husband.
We would drop Jason off at Mrs. Peterson's and go out.
One day we went to a shopping mall. I wore as little as possible without getting arrested for indecent exposure.
Stephen ordered me to walk slowly in front of him from one end of the mall to the other as he watched men undress me with their eyes. Then we came home and fucked like a couple of teenagers who had just discovered sex. I got a spanking and we did it all over again.
Our world was perfect. Then on Friday, August 2, my world changed again.
I had gotten Stephen's permission to go shopping with Linda.
Jason was at Mrs. Peterson's for the day. I was to pick him up at four, go home and fix supper.
It didn't work out that way.
Linda and I hit many stores that morning and packages began to fill my trunk. We lunched downtown then headed for some more stores.
Linda said that Rossland's was having a great sale that we just couldn't miss and I agreed.
The place was jammed. People were shoving each other out of the way to get to what they wanted and Linda and I dove right in. I was determined to get a designer dress if I had to kill for it, I almost had to.
I finally managed to get hold of the green silk dress and made my way to the dressing room where I had to wait in line for a booth to empty. The time slipped by. I tried on the dress and it fit like a dream.
Then it was stand in line to pay for it.
The cashier rang up my dress at 3:49 and I began a desperate search for Linda.
Twenty minutes later I found her. She had just managed to get hold of a dress and was making her way to the dressing rooms.
I pleaded with her to buy it without trying it on. She laughed at my concerns and said that if we were late Stephen would know enough to pick up Jason.
Not being able to tell her of the consequences I faced, I waited in frustration as she tried on the dress then stood in an even longer line to pay for it.
5:30 we finally left the store to be faced with rush hour traffic.
We got caught behind a two car accident for an hour and with every passing minute I could feel my ass under the paddle again and again.
By 6:05 Linda was squirming too.
When we pulled into my drive at 6:52 we were both nervous as hell.
Gary, Linda's husband, was not the forgiving type either and we knew our husbands would be steaming by then.
Gathering what courage we had remaining, we entered the house, packages in hand.
The door had no more than closed behind us and Stephen and Gary were down our throats.
"Where the hell have you two been?" came from Gary as he grabbed Linda's arm, making her drop her bags.
"You're over three hours late, Bev," came from a calm voiced Stephen.
I resigned myself to my fate. Tomorrow I wouldn't be able to sit down.
"I'm sorry, Stephen. We got caught in a crazy crowd at the store, then rush hour and a two car pile up made it even worse."
"The reasons make no difference, Bev. You were told to be home by four with Jason. You disobeyed and now you're going to pay for it."
I knew what he meant. And as soon as Gary and Linda left I wouldn't fight him in the least.
"But it's not her fault, Stephen. I was the one who insisted on trying on the dress. If we had left when Bev wanted, we would have been on time, or close to it anyway."
Stephen looked at Gary and something passed between them that I couldn't understand.
"Fine. Then you will share in her punishment."
"Her pun... her what?" Linda gasped out as she tried to understand.
"Her punishment and now yours too."
"Stephen, you can't... you can't mean... "
"Oh yes I do, Bev. Drop those bags and get yourself into the living room and wait for me."
This couldn't be happening.
Surely Stephen didn't mean that I was to receive my paddling in front of Linda and Gary. Could he?
"Stephen?"
"Go to the living room, Bev. Now."
"Stephen, please."
Even I must admit my voice lacked conviction.
His eyes told the story. He had every intention of doing just that. My stomach sank to my knees, then to my feet as I set my bags on the floor.
"Stephen, please." I begged him.
"Now, Bev. You're just making it worse." He gave not an inch.
My jello legs carried me to the living room. With Stephen's tone I knew what I would see-the straight backed chair that Stephen used when giving me a paddling would be in the center of the room. And it was there.
But it was not alone.
There were two of them. And both of them had a paddle lying on the seat.
Suddenly I knew what that look meant that passed between Stephen and Gary.
Linda and I were both going to get a paddling. We had shared the day and we were to share our punishments.
I fleetingly wondered if this would be Linda's first one as I walked to one of the chairs and waited.
I was tied from hairline to toes, butterflies fluttered around in my stomach and my hands were ice cold. My sore ass, I had gotten a spanking only two days ago, tightened up in anticipation of what was to come.
Meanwhile back in the entry I heard the three of them talking. Well, more accurately Gary and Stephen were doing most of the speaking.
Just the scraps of their conversation that I heard were enough to convince me that Gary and Stephen hadn't wasted their time waiting for Linda and me to arrive.
I was totally surprised when Gary said that Linda would be getting another spanking for her behavior. (So it wasn't to be her first.) And she had better resign herself to having it here or he would take her home and call up someone to help, too. (What the hell was Gary talking about?)
A minute later the three of them joined me in the living room.
Linda was as red as I felt. I could tell by her lowered eyes that she had admitted defeat and had resigned herself to what was coming the same as I had.
When Gary spoke the last of my questions flew out the window.
Addressing both of us, he said, "Stephen and I had a long talk while we waited. We learned that we both expect the same thing from our wives. Both of you submit to and derive pleasure out of getting your asses tanned good and proper. And because of that knowledge, Stephen and I decided that since you both disobeyed together, you would be punished together. Both of you have laid over laps for a paddling before, and I suggest that if you don't want it worse than it all ready is that both of you drop those skirts and do it now."
Linda and I looked at each other.
It was almost like seeing each other for the very first time. I know her eyes were sparkling and I'm sure mine were too as we gave each other a weak smile and began to unbutton our skirts in preparation of taking them off.
As Stephen and Gary took the chairs that were placed in the center of the room, Linda and I removed our skirts, shoes, panty hose and briefs.
When we were bare from the waist down we gave each other another smile before we settled into place across our husband's laps.
When she was in place I looked, and sure enough there were two small bruises on her tush. I wondered if she saw mine.
"Fifty," came from Stephen.
A chill went shivering down my spine as I realized that he meant I was to be paddled fifty times.
I couldn't even imagine that. The most I had ever gotten was thirty-five paddle strokes. Could I withstand fifty?
Did I have any choice in the matter? Hell, no, I didn't as I waited for the first one to land.
I felt the first one land on the bruise on my left cheek.
I willed myself to keep silent.
Then I heard another one land, but not on me. Gary had started.
As the second one landed on the same spot that Stephen had hit before I groaned and turned to watch Gary and Linda.
The red splotch on Linda's ass was over one of her bruises too and as I watched the paddle descent as it hit the same area.
Then it was back to me. And that's way it went. Me. Linda. Me. Linda.
By twenty-five I was crying and screaming with each stroke.
I continued to watch Gary and Linda even through my tear veiled eyes and by thirty Linda was crying and screaming too.
Our husbands weren't pulling any punches. Every blow was as hard as they could make it. By forty I could no longer watch Gary and Linda, I was spent.
I ceased my pitiful strugglings and again let myself drift into total submission. And in that state I again felt my body respond with lust as Stephen continued to rain the paddle down onto my sore, but willing, ass.
As I relaxed as much as possible I again felt his cock pressing into me and became even more aroused.
Across the way I could tell the difference in Linda's screams and moans too.
We were both getting hornier than hell and didn't care who knew it.
When the last one landed I felt Stephen set the paddle aside. His hand felt cool to my blistered ass.
C00l and extremely inviting as I spread my legs in invitation. He accepted that invitation and his hand worked its way to my begging slit.
My tears changed from one of pain to frustrated need. I had my legs as far apart as I could make them.
Stephen's hand found what I needed to be found. One touch of the pad of his finger to my clit was all I needed and I crashed over the edge.
As lights blinked behind my closed eyelids I heard the same wonderful sounds coming from Linda.
I had no strength left, so Stephen moved me into place. Holding my hips in each hand he placed my hot tits on the seat he had just vacated.
I screamed as he used his fingers to pull apart my burning bun but as he cock entered my wrinkled back-door my scream changed to one of lust. I felt every inch of him sink in and when he pressed into my ravished ass I pushed back to accept him even deeper.
And thus we continued as we climbed higher and higher. I was soaring over the tops of mountains. I was sailing toward the stars when his pulsating liquid splashed into me and sent me to the sun where I burned with an unimaginable lust born of servitude.
I needed this kind of treatment just as much as Stephen needed to give it to me. We were a matched pair. A perfectly matched pair of giving and receiving. Stephen gave and I received and we were both extremely happy with the arrangement that we had discovered.
When reality returned I saw that Gary and Linda were just as content.
Later I learned that Stephen had taken Jason to his parent's house for the night.
Five times that night we reconfirmed our relation' ship. As the sun was beginning to make itself know we drifted into sleep.
At ten the following morning I wasn't surprised at all to see Linda standing at my kitchen door waiting for me to invite her in. I did so with pleasure.
Over coffee we had one of the frankest conversations we had ever had.
Linda and Gary had been married for five years, had a three year old daughter and a year old son. That I knew.
Chapter Four
But what I didn't know was much more interesting. Linda told me her whole story.
"The first spanking I can remember was when I was about five or six. I didn't like it in the least. But over the years they came as regular as clock work."
"By the time I reached puberty I noticed that they effected me differently. Every time my dad would turn me over his knee and blister my ass I would get hot in the cunt too, and when he was done I rushed to my room and buried my hands into my hot cunt and came like crazy."
"I always came better after getting my buns warmed than at other times, so I came to the conclusion that I would purposely get my ass spanked. It wasn't a very difficult thing to arrange. My folks were very strict and I was across one of their laps at least three times a week.
By fifteen I was dating and by sixteen having sex. But straight sex with guys wasn't as good as my own fingers after a spanking. So I carried things one step further. I asked my dates to spank me before sex."
"Some wouldn't and those I dropped. Others would and those I kept around and had sex like I never dreamed it could be. Fucking after getting a hot ass was the greatest. And that is the way I made it through high school.
Calmly drifting into college I took up the same pursuits. But after a while the spankings didn't have the same overpowering effects and I began to look for other avenues of pleasure. And that is when I met Gary."
"Gary knew my reputation and spanked my ass real good on our first date. I came, but nothing real grand and Gary knew it too.
Our second date Gary brought along a paddle. At first I was hesitant, to say the least. But Gary is a persistent fellow and soon I was over his lap and getting my first paddling."
"When he was finished I could hardly move but the sex was fantastic. Every date after that the paddle was in the car.
"he graduated that June and we were married two weeks later. The paddle was packed in a suitcase for our honeymoon and it got plenty of use before we came back. And as month followed month we began to change."
"Gary became more and more demanding and I became more and more submissive. It got to the point that I would greet him at the door stark naked, the paddle in my hand. I was punished for the smallest infraction and loved every moment of the punishment."
"I began to purposely forget' to do things so Gary would paddle me. Finally we realized what was happening and things changed. No longer was I punished for not doing what I was suppose to do, I was rewarded with a paddling for doing them."
"And that system worked out much better. My work got done faster and better, Gary was more understanding, and if either of us wanted sex I ran to get the paddle and we went to town.
"But that system created one fault. How was Gary to punish me when I needed it? So we progressed to the next step."
"Gary bought a riding crop and it was used for punishments and it hurt like hell too. But we both still got hornier than hell when Gary came at me with the crop. For a while bondage was tried as punishment but that yielded the same responses in us. It seamed no matter the form of punishment we both got hot. Burning, piercing and humiliation produced the same responses in us. I hurt more but both us just got hotter and hotter."
"And then we stumbled upon the cure."
"I totally despise being exposed to others. Gary could whip me, burn my nipples until they were blistered, he could pierce my tits and cunt all he wanted and I loved every second of his treatment. But if he so much as pulled my blouse tight across my boobs with others around I couldn't stand it."
"Thus last night my punishment wasn't the paddling, it was you and Stephen watching me as my ass was bared to your eyes.
"Wow!" I interrupted her story.
"I never even thought of that, Linda. Sure I was embarrassed for you to watch me too, but... I don't know. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."
"I know."
"You do? How?"
"It's obvious, Linda. You wear clothes that draw the eyes. And the way you flaunt your body is an invitation to all that see you. But that just isn't my thing. The pain I love, but my body is for Gary only."
"I even have a hard time at the doctor's when I get a check up. In case you've never noticed, I don't wear shorts or swimsuit. Never. The most risque that I'm willing to go is to wear snug fitting clothes, not tight, just snug. And I don't feel real comfortable in them."
"But with Gary I'm perfectly relaxed nude. Weird, isn't it?"
"Well, in a way I suppose. But then to each their own, I always say. So tell me about some of your favorite times. Which ones go you all hot and bothered?"
And Linda did just that.
"Two come to mind with that question. The first one was after we had been married about a year. I forget what started the whole thing, I probably didn't do an assigned task or something. But I do remember all of the consequences."
"Gary drug me down to the room in the basement. He literally ripped off my clothes, tearing them to shreds that landed on the floor. He cuffed my wrists then had me hanging from the beam in the ceiling.
Then he put cuffs on my ankles and tied them way out to my sides."
"I was totally spread and vulnerable. Then Gary started with the crop.
"The crop is a three and a half foot, bamboo covered with leather hunk of intense punishment. I remember that I screamed my fool head off with the first twenty-five strokes to my breasts. Both of my nipples were split when he lowered his aim and attacked my stomach, then centered in on' my opened cunt. I thought I would die as he pounded away at my leaking snatch. It felt like my damn clit was ready to burst open."
"Then he used the crop up and down the insides of my legs. If you've never been whipped there, there is no way you can appreciate how tender it is. Then it was on to my back followed up by beating the shit out of my ass."
"I'm not real sure but I think I took well over a hundred strokes before Gary set the crop aside and picked up to eight inch needles."
"I don't really remember what he said, but the jest of it was he was pissed by what I had done. Then he ever so calmly began to insert one of the needles through my nipple."
"I screamed to high heaven. Then he did the same to my other nipple and I screamed again. Then he centered my nipples on the needles, his fingers on the ends of the needles, and began to slide them back and forth in my tits."
"God, Linda, the pain was unbelievable. Not only had he beaten me, especially my breasts, but he was sawing those needles back and forth inside me."
"He leaned forward and kiss me. God, was that ever a kiss. But when he pulled away he told me to beg him to hurt me. I begged. Oh, Linda, did I ever beg. I wanted him to hurt me. I needed it."
"And he did. As he kissed me he began to pull the needles away from stretching my nipples way out. I loved it. I begged him to do it some more."
"He did. He ripped the needles out of my nipples. From the base of the brown skin to the end of the nipple. He pulled those needles. Then with about a quarter of an inch left to tear through, Gary jerked the needles out of my nipples."
"From the beginning of the areola to the ends, my nipples were torn open. All the brownish tissue was ripped apart, a good three inches of the insides of my nipples could be seen."
"When he gave that final jerk, I came. Oh, Mother of God, how I came. My nipples were torn and bleeding and I was coming and I didn't think I would ever stop.
Gary just stood there and watched me come over and over. When I finally came back to earth he continued."
"He took something out of his pocket and doused it with alcohol. Then through my tear filled eyes I watched him bring one to my opened nipple."
"It was a solid ring of gold. Gary was fitting me with a fucking nipple ring, only he didn't use the self piercing kind."
"No he laid my nipples open to install them. And that's what he did. He placed the ring at the edge of my areola and pink breast tissue, wiggled it to get it exactly where he wanted it then he took up a needle and thread and proceeded to sew my nipple shut around the ring."
"He made neat little stitches in my nipple, seven on each side of the nipple ring. Then he did the same with the other nipple. Twenty- eight stitches and I think I came with every one. There was no way to remove the rings without repeating the process."
"They became a permanent part of me and I wear them to this day.
"Well after that Gary fucked me. Jesus, how he fucked me. He lowered my arms until I was at the right height. My feet were higher than my hips, but I didn't give a damn. Gary was fucking me like there was no tomorrow. He came but was far from finished."
"He nursed on my sown tits until he got it up again then fucked me some more. Three more times he did that. Suck sown tits, fuck, suck sown tits, fuck, suck sown tits then fuck. I didn't stop coming.
For all I cared he could rip the damned stitches out and start all over.
"But of course he didn't do that. He finally just stopped. His cock was finished for the night. He let me down. I was so weak that he had to carry me to bed."
"We slept for over twelve hours then fucked some more.
"The other time was when he installed rings in my cunt lips the same way. I now wear four rings in my body and the only way they can be removed is to cut them or tear them out of me."
"And those rings have had thousands of things hung from them over the years: weights, beer cans full of beer, various tools from Gary's workroom, his shoes, one time he tied strings to my tit rings and hung the stool from his workroom from the strings, and other things that I can't even remember."
"He has hooked a leash to any one of the four and lead me around like a puppy dog. He's tied them together and pulled them apart."
"Holy shit, Linda. God is that some story. I'll admit that some of that turns me on, but ripping you open and installing rings?"
"Yea, it is some story and even more amazing because it's true. And I would do it again. And I can tell you about it, Bev, but even if you asked I couldn't bring myself to show them to you."
"How did you know I wanted to see them?"
"It's written all over your face, Bev."
"Oh, ahh sorry, Linda."
"Don't be. Actually I'm quite proud of my rings. It's just my body that I can't show. Weird, huh?"
"No. Just different. Maybe I'm the weird one for flaunting my body. Who knows and who gives a damn. We are what we are."
Linda left shortly after that. We both had work to do and Jason was crying for a bottle.
The rest of the day I thought about what she had told me.
That night I told Stephen Linda's story.
He said that Gary had told him some it the night before and we compared notes, so to speak.
Neither of us said so, in so many words, but we both knew that in the future we would try some of the things that Gary and Linda did on an almost daily basis.
Our first dive into the world of bondage and discipline occurred some three weeks later.
Unbeknownst to me, Stephen was more than ready to investigate that new world. All he was waiting for was my next major blunder and I provided that by getting into an accident. Nothing major, just a fender bender that Stephen decided to make me pay for with my flesh.
Spanking and paddling were child's play compared to what I faced when he learned of the accident. And to make it worse he told me to expect my punishment in three days.
The anxiety of waiting was almost as bad as what happened. Well not quite.
Stephen told me to have Jason at his folks when he got home. I was to be nude and sitting in the 'punishment' chair when he walked through the door.
I was in place by 5:00. I wasn't taking any chance of being late.
Stephen arrived home at 5:20.
I heard him walk from the garage. He stopped at the door of the living room and looked at me. Satisfied, he went upstairs to change.
I squirmed the entire time he was gone. He hadn't been specific in what was to happen, but I knew enough to expect more than a spanking or a paddling.
Other than that, all I could do was imagine. And I had a very vivid imagination that had worked overtime.
Stephen came back downstairs. He was carrying a gym bag that I had never seen before.
He opened it and took something out.
"Here, catch. Put them on your wrist as tight as possible."
He tossed something to me. I caught it, or more precisely, them.
At first I didn't know what they were. Then it dawned on me.
They were wrist bands. They were stiff, black, padded, leather wrist bands complete with a ring and a clip.
Cold fingers wrapped them around my wrists and pulled them tight.
"Now these on your ankles."
Again he tossed them to me. A set of matching ankle bands.
I put them on.
"Now, Bev, go to the basement. To my workroom."
I was more scared than when my brothers had tackled me that first day by the lake. I didn't know what to expect, except that it would be harsh.
I walked to the workroom. The clips on my bands rattled with each step I took, like a bell tolling my doom.
I don't usually go to Stephen's workroom but as soon as I entered I saw several changes from my last visit. There were rings and hooks in the ceiling that appeared to have no purpose.
I knew the purpose. Bev was to hang from them.
Choosing a set at random I stood under them as Stephen followed me into the workroom.
As he set the gym bag on the workbench I saw more evidence of Stephen's preparations. There were more rings and hooks near the floor and still more halfway up the walls. No doubt about it, Stephen had anticipated this night happening, or something like it anyway.
"Hook these to the rings in your wrist bands."
Stephen placed two, short, sturdy lengths of chain in my hand that had a clip on both ends. My cold fingers snapped an end to each band.
I was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. My imagination was running wild. Would he tear my nipples and place rings in them? Or would he do that to my cunt lips?
Or would he be satisfied with whipping me? Satisfied? Why did that word pop in my head.
Slow down, Bev, you're getting carried away here, I told myself. But I found those words to be little comfort.
I heard a thunk behind me but didn't have the nerve to see what had caused it.
"Step up on the block, Bev."
Stephen took my elbow and turned me around. Sure enough there was a huge block of wood behind me. The thunk.
My knees almost buckled as I stepped on top of the block.
"Now raise your hand toward that hook and hold still while I attach your chain to it."
Stephen pointed with his finger and I saw the hook he was pointing at. Somehow I managed to raise my right hand to it and he hooked the chain to the hook in the ceiling.
"Now your left one to there."
Again he pointed and again I raised a hand.
My arms were pulled widely apart as my wrists became attached to the hooks in the ceiling far above my head.
"Now fold your legs so I can pull the block away."
I don't know why he would have any problems removing the block. It sure didn't feel like my feet were supporting me in the least.
I bent my legs at the knees and my wrist and shoulders took my entire weight. They began to hurt before the block slid out of sight.
Suddenly I was very thankful that I had shed that twenty-five pounds. I now had a very powerful reason to never gain weight again. Just the thought of extra weight pulling me toward the floor was horrifying.
I leaned my head back and tried to gather some courage for what I was about to face.
I felt Stephen at my feet and when I looked down he had already attached chains to my ankle bands. My brain registered the fact that they were much longer than the ones hooked to my wrists. Somehow that thought didn't instill confidence in me.
Stephen placed his hand on my right calf and tipped my body to the side by pulling. With his other hand he clipped the chain to a ring in the wall.
My leg was straight out to the side of me and I knew that as soon as he released his hand the tendons in my crotch would be pulled."
I was right. Stephen slowly released his hold on my leg and the tendons and muscles in my leg began to stretch. Then his hand was on my left calf and pulling in the opposite direction.
I am not ashamed to say that I groaned in pain as he pulled that leg toward the opposite wall.
Something was too short, my leg, the chain or the ring was too far away. There was no way I could stretch that far.
I was wrong.
Stephen pulled, then pulled some more. The clip on the end of the chain snapped into the ring on the wall.
As I gave another groan the cool air invaded my opened cunt. And that brought my attention to that part of my anatomy.
The reason the air felt so cool was because my cunt was covered with my secreting juices.
I was horny. Somehow I found that amusing. Here I was horny and I hadn't even noticed it in my worries. I actually gave a chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"I just realized that I'm horny. I hadn't noticed it until the cool air hit my hot cunt. I... I think that that is a first. Me not noticing that I'm horny."
Stephen smiled at my words, then said, "Well enjoy it while you can, Bev, because I don't think you will be laughing for long."
But unexpectedly those words didn't scare me any more.
Yes, I knew that Stephen would hurt me, but it didn't matter because I was horny. Horny even before he began. And I knew from past experiences that I really enjoyed receiving pain.
Granted I had only had spankings and the paddle, but I had enjoyed the ache and here I was already enjoying myself and I was unharmed. Ignoring the fact that I was protracted out like a taunt string, that is.
At that moment I wanted Stephen to hurt me. I wanted it vehemently.
Not to erase any guilt about the accident. I wanted it because I enjoyed being hurt.
But I will admit to a moment of doubt when Stephen took a vicious looking crop out of the gym bag and held it in front of my face. But that moment passed quickly.
I was horny and about to get even hornier when he began to injure me. Silently I welcomed Stephen to do his damnedest. And he did a pretty good job too.
I gasped, more in surprise than in true pain, when Stephen hit my right nipple with the crop.
It wasn't that hard a hit, but not all that gentle either. It was just right for my first one.
The next one was slightly harder but I refused to shriek until I had to. I realized that Stephen was testing me and himself.
The third one made me groan. Granted it was harder still but by then my right nipple had definitely been woken up.
I was ready for number four and clamped my mouth close. It helped a bit but both of us heard my groan. The fifth consecutive smack to land on my right nipple was a breaking point of sorts, I screamed for the first time.
Not a gut wrenching scream, but a scream nevertheless.
With each stroke of the crop Stephen hit me harder and when the sixth one landed on my left nipple for the first time I screamed again. Seven to ten on the left nipple was accompanied by a gut wrenching scream with each one.
We had discovered my tolerance level and surpassed it. I was in pain, no doubt about it.
Stephen gave me a few minutes to rest and recuperate before he walked behind me.
He just began to test my ass just as he had my nipples. My ass was tougher. It took twenty times landing on the exact same spot for me to scream.
The next spot he chose on my ass only lasted for ten before I screamed. And then he changed tactics.
Instead of just the flared head of the crop selecting a specific spot to torment, Stephen use the entire length of the crop to attack me with. I continued to call out as I felt long slender lines of pain sink into my rounded hind cheeks.
When those lines began to overlap the spots that had received the selected torment I was really letting Stephen know of my discomfort. Ten, fifteen, then twenty times the crop cut into my aching ass.
Twenty-one landed directly on my opened cunt.
The stiff upper cut of the crop drove the flared head of the crop into my cunt, the wider head smashing my twitching clit and as God it my witness I came.
My damned clit crashed into climax when hit with the crop. Five more landed to my reddened ass and I continued to come.
Unexpectedly I wanted more, more pain, more climaxes, more of whatever Stephen could give me. And I wanted some of it to he directed to my hot capped tits.
I closed my eyes and prayed that he would grant my request. I almost signed in gratitude when I felt the full length of the crop crash into both tits at the same time. I loved it, wanted more.
"More pleasssee."
And he gave me more.
My clit and cunt were working overtime. There was no pause between my highs. I was coming in an unending string of escalated pleasures and loving every blessed second of it.
I don't know how many times Stephen wedged the crop into my begging tits, it could have been ten or a hundred. I didn't know.
All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to spend the rest of my life hanging from hooks in his workroom, being beaten and coming and coming and coming.
But unfortunately I did stop, but it was long after Stephen had struck me for the last time. My body shuttered to a halting stop and I hung limp and drained.
"Bev, are you coherent yet?"
"Hummmmmm I... I think so."
"How... ah how do you feel?"
"Oh hummmmmmm marvelous... simply marvelous."
"You look like a side of skinned meat and appealing as hell. I have to ah have you. Now."
"Yesssss fuckk me, fuck me now Stephen."
And that is preciously what he did. Stephen had hung me at the correct height for his cock to penetrate my cunt or ass and as his swollen cock entered my drenched snatch I started coming again.
I came until he spewed his load in me. When he finally pulled out I swear that I could hear some of our combined juices plop onto the floor of the workroom.
Later, after he released me, I couldn't move if my life had depended upon it.
My legs had been stretched sideways for so long they almost refused to come back under me like obeying legs should. My hands felt like they were encased in the thickest mittens ever invented and my head wobbled on my neck.
Stephen carried me to our bed, two flights up. He felt very strong against my total weakness.
Once in bed he made love to my weak frame so tenderly that I cried.
Chapter Five
Five days after that I begged, pleaded, badgered, nagged and implored Stephen to whip me again.
He refused.
I did everything I could think of to get him to do it. I had the house spotless, no help. I made it a total disaster, no help. I met him at the door without a stitch of clothing on, no way. I dressed in my sexiest clothes, same response.
Twice during that five day period he did give me a spanking, they were nice hut not enough. Each day he screwed me, bless his sole, but I still wanted to feel the bite of the crop tormenting me like it had.
By Wednesday I turned to Linda for help.
"What do you want me to say, Bev?"
"Tell me how I can get Stephen to whip me again."
"I don't have the answers."
"What do you do when you want Gary to hurt you?"
"Basically, I ask him."
"That's all?"
Jason was shipped out to his grandparents for the day and night, I was to pick him up the following morning.
The house was spotless, the table set with crystal, china and silverware.
By 3:30 all I had to do was go into town and pick up the fresh seafood that Mr. Jorgenson had reserved for me. I hopped into the car and drove away without a worry in the world.
4:00 found me at the seafood market and Mr. Jorgenson and I had a very pleasant chat as he placed the live lobsters in the saltwater can that I had brought to transport them home in. The scallops and shrimp were packed in similar containers.
I listened to his story about his wayward nephew with interest then began my journey home to prepare the seafood, salad and appetizers with time to spare for the 6:00 scheduled dinner with Mr. and Mrs. boss.
I left Johanson's by 4:20 and made my way through the rain to the car. I was quite wet by the time I stored the containers on the floor of the back so I called a local station.
They would be there in a half an hour. Not too concerned Mr. Johanson and I had another pleasant chat. Thirty minutes later no tow truck.
I was getting worried.
Forty-five minutes later I called again. The truck had been dispatched to an accident, it should be there shortly.
It finally arrived at 5:32 and I was in a panic. There was no way to get home and prepare the meal in time.
In my eagerness to get home I slid off the road and lost an additional five minutes getting out of the shallow ditch.
I arrived home as Stephen and Mr. and Mrs. boss were walking through the front door under umbrellas.
There I stood: wet, holding our uncooked dinner in buckets, still dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.
Everyone was very understanding, except Stephen, and we finally set down to eat at 7:30.
By 10:00 they had left and I was cleaning up the mess as a fuming Stephen berated me from dinning room to kitchen.
Stephen does not like to be embarrassed, not many do, and he considered himself very embarrassed by me not having things under control for his boss and his wife.
Again I explained that had things gone as planned dinner would have been a smashing success.
He didn't care for the reasons, he was embarrassed and I would pay for that embarrassment.
He said that he knew of the perfect form of punishment, he had been saving it for weeks.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
I guess that I assumed I would be again hanging from the ceiling in the workroom. But by now, I'm sure you know that wasn't to be the case.
And to make me squirm even more Stephen told me that my punishment would be coming Saturday night. I had two days to wonder about my perfect punishment.
Friday night I thought that Stephen had changed his mind about waiting until Saturday because he took me to the workroom and beat me with the crop until I was literally black, blue, red and purple. He seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time abusing my breasts but I can't honestly say that I objected.
When he was finished I was covered from neck to knees, front and back, with the marks of the whip and we were fucking until we were both fucked out.
Saturday dawned clear and sunny. It was quiet warm for early September and I made a descent start in removing old plants from my flower garden.
For some reason I was not moving at top speed. To put it bluntly I was sore as hell and feeling it with each move I made.
Stephen trimmed the hedges and washed the cars. Dinner was over by 6:00, by 6:15 I was in the bathroom taking a much needed shower.
When I stepped out of the bathroom Stephen was waiting for me by the bed.
I noticed my white peasant blouse and my blue jeans skirt on the bed. Stephen told me to put them on with my white sandals and nothing else but those.
I smiled and did so as he took his shower.
The peasant blouse is one of those with the elastic around the neck. It can be worn around the neck or can be lowered to the shoulders to expose as much bosom as you dare.
I pulled it quite low, in fact several of the crop marks were showing. I wanted them to show to entice Stephen.
The jeans skirt is a faded stone washed blue, but the unique feature is that it buttons from hem to waist. Buttoned the entire length is it quite presentable.
I buttoned only the top four buttons. The fourth one came to about three inches below my damping box. I stepped into the sandals and laced the long straps up both calves.
I was the epitome of the sexy woman.
Practicing before the full length mirror I knew that guys' tongues would be hanging out as they tried to see more of my tits and bush as I took each step. The thought gave me a thrill.
Stephen stepped out of the shower and asked for a display of my charms as he dressed. I gave him a full show, even lowering the blouse to show more marked tits and unbuttoning another button on the skirt to show an occasional glimpse of my pubic hairs.
Stephen smiled.
We grabbed jackets and headed to the car. We drove into the city.
I knew where we were and wasn't surprised at all when he parked in the lot of the X rated movie house.
Helping me out of the car Stephen draped my jacket over my shoulders. I turned to give him a kiss as I anticipated the fun we would have when we returned home.
The kiss over Stephen turned me around and pulled my hands behind me.
Before I could object I felt cold steel clamped around both wrists.
"What?"
"Handcuffs. To keep your hands out of the way."
I gave him a puzzled look saying what is going on.
Much to my dismay he explained all too well what was to happen.
"Last night was not your punishment, Bev. It will occur tonight like I said. Can you guess what it is?"
I shook my head. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"We are going to go in there. We are going to sit smack dab in the center of the seats. I will remove your jacket from your shoulders. I will lower your blouse to expose your marked tits. I will unbutton all but the button at your waist on your skirt."
"Anyone in there will have a perfect view of a battered slave. I will touch you all over as they look on. And eventually someone will come to us wanting to join me in my fun."
"And I will let them. You won't be able to stop them as the handcuffs will remain in place the entire time. Of course you could make a scene but somehow I don't think you will."
"You will have to sit there, letting who ever wants to paw you. Your tits will be there in invitation and so will your wet cunt. And you won't be able to stop them in the least."
"No, Stephen, please no."
I could all ready feel them touching me. My stomach gave a lurch so strong that I thought I would get sick.
Yes, I liked to show off my body, but only Stephen could touch it.
"I'm afraid so, Bev. You can tell them that you don't want them to touch you, but somehow I don't think they will believe you."
"The whip marks will convince them that you are just a slave play acting but that you really want them to touch you. Your beautiful marked breasts, so full and tempting. Your wet cunt, because it will be wet before someone joins us."
"In fact it is probably wet now, isn't it? Of course it is. And if you struggle too much I will simply stuff a gag in your mouth and tie your legs to the seats. And in case you think I'm kidding, look."
Stephen pulled out a gag and several lengths of rope from his pocket.
He was dead serious. He was going to let someone else touch me.
Me, who had only felt Stephen's touch. I almost got sick again.
"Please no, Stephen. Please not that. Anything but that. We can go home, you can whip me till I faint from the pain. You can burn me, pierce me with hot needles, dump hot wax all over me. Please, Stephen. Please."
"But those things would not be punishment for you Bev. You like those things. You hurt me, Bev, and now I am going to hurt you the only way I know how."
"I know you don't want others touching you so that will be your punishment. But just so you have something to look forward to, I will do whatever you want me to do to you when we get home. Anything you want."
"After you take your punishment here. I'll cut your damned tits off if you want me to. But only, and I mean only, if you sit there without fighting. If I have to gag and tie you I will. But if I do, when we get home I will go to sleep. The choice is yours, Bev."
"Either sit there quietly and don't fight or struggle against what happens and I'll do anything you want me to do to you, or fight and I go to sleep. The choice is yours. Now let's go."
I don't remember the walk to the ticket booth or walking through the lobby.
The next thing I remember was us standing at the back of the theater as our eyes adjusted to the darkened room. When I could finally see I could see about forty or fifty people sitting in the hundred or so seats, several seemed to be couples. Most were men sitting by themselves.
As we stood there I looked at the screen.
Two men were fucking the same woman. She was being double dipped and what flesh of hers I could see was marked the same as mine was.
I'm sure that Stephen had chosen this theater for that reason.
Who would think twice about a slave viewing a film about submission and pain?
Holding my elbow Stephen led me to the center of theater.
We took two seats in the center section. As we sat a guy five seats down on my right flicked open his lighter and lit a cigarette.
"Lean forward a bit, Bev, so I can slide your jacket off you."
I didn't dare object. I had to do as he said.
Somehow I would tolerate the others if I remembered Stephen's promise to do what I wanted when we got home.
I sat forward and he pulled the jacket off my shoulders. When I sat back in my seat my hands pressed into the small of my back reminding me that I had lost the use of them.
We sat there for a while and watched the movie.
Actually it was exciting me as I watched the end of the double fuck and when the next scene showed another gal being paddled with a wooden paddle as she sucked the guy who was padding her I almost forgot that I was there to be punished myself.
But Stephen soon brought that fact to mind as he lowered my blouse.
I closed my eyes as I felt the material slid down my breasts and I couldn't stop the shivers when he pulled it all the way below my tits.
Taking a deep relaxing breath I looked down and saw my marked tits in the light of the movie. I thought they looked beautiful, marks and all.
I returned to watching the movie as Stephen began to openly play with my tits.
The gal in the movie could take quite a bit of the paddle. Her ass was red and bruises were showing in several places when the guy finally came in her mouth and stopped paddling her.
There didn't seem to be any plot to the movie. It simply flashed from one scene to another. Each one showing someone receiving pain.
Stephen's hand was doing wonders for me. I was definitely horny. But when he reached down with both hands and unbuttoned all but the waist button on my skirt I didn't want to be horny any more.
The threat hung over me like an unbalanced sharp sword. I tried to devote my entire attention to what was happening on the screen.
A woman was trapped in an old fashioned pillory. Her head and hands poked through the holes made for them. And as the camera pulled back we could see that there was a woman kneeling between her legs licking her wet cunt as a man used a whip on her back and ass.
I was so intense on watching the movie that the man had sat down beside me before I even knew he had come over to us.
"Fresh whip marks. Today?", the man asked Stephen as if I wasn't even there.
I refused to look his way. I kept my eyes on the screen.
"No, last night," came from Stephen as he answered the man's question.
"She for display, touch, or more?"
"Just display and touch. Help yourself. She won't object."
My heart sank with Stephen's words.
She won't object, my ass. I did object. Quite strongly in fact. But Stephen's promise for when we left kept me silent.
Maybe that was what he meant. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I waited to be violated by a stranger as my husband looked on.
"Does she like it rough, or just you?"
"Both."
Stephen sure wasn't wasting any unnecessary words.
I let out my held breath. I needed some fresh oxygen. That seemed to be what the man was waiting for.
His cool hand wrapped around my right breast. I cringed.
I almost pulled away from his touch, but at the last moment I stopped myself from doing that as over and over I told myself Stephen's promise.
Pretend it's Stephen's hand I told myself, but it did no good. That hand did not feel like Stephen's in the least.
It was rough and calloused. Stephen's were smooth but firm.
I felt him slid his hand over the entire surface of my tit.
I wanted to run.
He started circling my breast with his finger, coming closer and closer to the nipple. I knew his goal and wanted to scream at him to go away.
"How much can she take before screaming?"
"Normally quite a bit, but being whipped it's hard to say. But she always groans before finally screaming. With a whip she groans two strokes before screaming."
Was that true? I tried to remember if did that.
Had Stephen noticed a pattern in me that I was unaware of? I almost had an answer to that question when the man began to squeeze my whipped nipple.
Forgetting the questions I was asking myself I concentrated on not screaming in the theater so Stephen would keep his promise.
The man used a steady pressure, building slowly. I felt the pain and fought it.
He pressed his finger and thumb harder, my nipple trapped between them. I could no longer stop my groan. The man held that pressure. He didn't increase it, nor did he relax any. He held it steady and I squirmed in my seat.
I clinched my hands into fists behind my back.
He suddenly applied more pressure but before I could scream he let my nipple go. I had drawn in the breath to scream but when he let go I released it so that it sounded more like panting.
Surprised by his actions I opened my eyes.
On the screen the man was now fucking the woman in the pillory as the other gal continued to eat her box. I noticed that her back was red and in several places the whip had cut her. That scene made my cunt dribble out some very slick goo between my pulled together legs.
"You know your slave well. How is she about having her tits sucked?"
"She loves it. Gently or harsh. She really likes hickies though, in case you're interested."
Stephen was beginning to sound like a salesman explaining a piece of machinery to a customer.
Even if everything he said was true.
When had he noticed that I liked hickies so much?
That question flew away too when the man lowered his head to my nipple and took it into his warm mouth.
It's Stephen. It's Stephen, I told myself over and over again. But it still did no good. His mouth was not like Stephen's either.
Never having looked at him I was surprised to feel the whisker of his mustache tickle my breast as his lips wrapped around my nipple. I felt guilty when I realized that my nipple was hard, but quickly explained to myself that it was hard because Stephen had caressed it earlier.
But somehow my brain refused to accept that as a true statement.
The man was good with his mouth and I enjoyed the feel of his whiskers on my beaten tit. His tongue was shorter and wider than Stephen's. He seemed to be tasting my nipple with each taste bud as they slid over it. He trapped it between his teeth and I stopped watching the screen. His teeth came closer and closer together, not enough to cause pain but enough for me to imagine it.
When he released his teeth I opened my eyes.
The movie had changed scenes again.
The screen was filled with one nipple. The camera pulled back and we could see the tit. One, two, I began to count.
Twenty-three. There were twenty-three clothespin pinching her breast. It was a big tit but those clothespins made it look even bigger as they pinched skin all the way around it.
The camera pulled back some more. The other boob was likewise pinched and a quick count gave that number at twenty-six. Again the camera pulled back and we could see that there were more attached to her opened pussy lips.
I couldn't count them all but the twelve I could made my pussy leak some more juices.
The stranger's mouth was back to me and I stopped counting.
He began to suck my flesh into his mouth. He sucked more and more. His mouth became a vacuum that in no time at all was pulling my blood to the surface. He was giving me a hicky.
God, I loved hickies and if it was Stephen doing it I would have begged him to cover my tits with hickies.
But it wasn't Stephen that was doing it. It was a stranger. He was good. That I would admit. But he wasn't my Stephen.
He let go with a sucking sound and went for a different target to make another one.
I wouldn't let him get to me.
I watched the movie.
A man had entered the movie and began to remove the clothespins from the woman. The camera zoomed in again to record the red marks left in the wake of the pins.
When they were all removed from her tits, her tits looked like a kid's dot to dot puzzle. His hands and the camera moved down her. The hands began to remove them from her pussy and I counted. Eighteen.
No wait. He took another one out of her tunnel. God, that one must have hurt.
The stranger released that section of me and started again.
Two hickies. A stranger had given me two hickies on my tit. If Stephen had done it I would he coming by now.
Go away stranger, just go away and leave me alone. I don't want you. I want Stephen.
But of course I didn't say those words out loud. They just rang around and around in my head. Ignore him, I told myself.
I watched the movie again.
The clothespins were all gone and the man was wrapping rubber bands around and around her breasts. Her tits were turning blue. He wrapped some more. Around the base of her tits. Around her nipples making them swell grotesquely.
Her nipples looked like huge marbles glued to the ends of her breasts. I bet her tits hurt like hell. I know mine would, but it appealed to me greatly.
When we got home I would have Stephen to that to me.
Then the stranger spoke and broke my concentration.
"Touch allowed below the belt too?"
"Touch, yes."
I tried not to see the stranger's hand move toward my lap but couldn't keep my eyes away.
He had hairy knuckles, short stubby fingers with a wide palm.
My leg muscles were beginning to cramp from trying to keep them together.
His palm rested on my upper thigh as he tried to get his fingers between my legs.
I tightened my legs as much as I could.
"It doesn't appear that she wants me to touch her there."
I felt Stephen look toward my lap and clenched legs.
"Open your legs, Bev. Open them very wide."
His voice sounded so calm. It was the voice he used when he was punishing me. And that was what he was doing.
I closed my eyes, a tear squeezed out of each one and began to trickle down my cheeks. I loosened the muscles in my legs. I began to tremble.
"Open them wide, Bev. Do it now or you know what won't happen."
I spread my legs. Slowly. But I spread them. When my legs, touched the sides of my seat I stopped and my tears dripped down to fall on my breasts.
The stranger had held his hand still until I was opened then he began to slowly bring his fingers to my wet cunt.
My legs twitched to close but I kept them opened as he dug into my core. One, then two fingers slid up my greased opening and began to twirl around inside me.
I wanted to jerk his fingers out of me and run like hell out of the theater and never come back. But I kept myself open for him.
Stephen caressed my left tit and I shuttered from his touch.
Trying to block out the short stubby fingers I again returned my eyes to the screen.
The woman's breasts looked like some kind of grooved mounds. There were at least four grooves from the rubber bands in each tit along with the marbled ends that were her nipples. A flash of metal sparkled before I knew what he was going to do.
Nipple clamps. God, those would really hurt her swollen nuggets. He attached a clamp to each. Then he began to tighten them. Tighter and tighter still.
Her swollen nipples began to get flattened. Her screams echoed around the theater as they were smashed flat by the clamps.
I felt Stephen's hand on me but refused to acknowledge the stranger's.
The man in the movie took up a cane and began to beat the woman's bound and clamped tits.
They were good. The man was skilled with the cane and the woman could take the pain he was giving her.
The stranger went for my clit and I thought I would jump out of my seat but as Stephen pinched my nipple I forced myself to hold still.
I closed my eyes. I concentrated on Stephen's hand, his breath tickling the tiny hairs in my ear and finally the man removed his hand from my nervous muff.
"Thanks for the use of her for a while. See you around."
The stranger stood up and took a seat five spaces away.
I finally allowed myself to relax and was amazed when I began to shake all over. Tear after tear slid silently down my cheeks as Stephen's arm gave me a hug.
"How do you feel, Bev?"
"I... I need to... take a bath and... wash his touch away. Please, Stephen can we go now?"
"No, not yet. We will stay until we've seen all the movies."
"How... ahh how many?"
"Three. It's Saturday night."
Three movies? I didn't think I could take it. If someone else touched me, I... I don't know what I'd do.
Stephen wiped the tears off my face and the ones that had landed on my exposed chest with such tenderness I shuttered.
I again began to watch the movie, secure in Stephen's arms.
It was over and the credits were rolling up the screen. The theater lights became a little brighter and I saw several people get up to leave.
Stephen gave me another hug and I laid my head on his shoulder. The next film started as soon as the other one flickered black.
"Michael's Castle" began with a view of a castle atop a tree covered mountain. The credits rolled , up the screen as behind them a woman was being whipped while she was chained to a ring in a stone wall of a dungeon. The screen faded gray.
The first scene of the movie showed two young women being grabbed off a city street and pulled into a huge van. Soon they were stripped by four men as another drove the van away.
Ripped clothes littered the floor of the van as the women's hands were tied behind their backs and the men began to pinch, twist and pull at their breasts.
They were gagged and flipped over onto their stomachs. Two men held them as the other two raped their asses. The film faded.
The next scene showed the two women hanging from chains in the center of a huge stone room. They were not alone.
A woman was hanging from chains attached to a stone wall, her body was covered with whip marks. Across the room another woman was bent over something similar to a sawhorse and her ass was being whipped with a multi-strand whip as she screamed.
Then... someone sat down in the seat next to me.
My body stiffened and I closed my eyes.
I felt Stephen looking at the person to my right.
I smelled a whiff of perfume. A woman? Surely not.
I tried to control my stringent breathing as I again waited for my body to be invaded.
"She's a pretty little thing."
It was a woman's voice.
"Is she here of her own free will?"
"More or less," confirmed Stephen.
He was right, in a way I was here by my own choice. But not in the manner the woman seemed to accept.
"What are the limits?"
"Look and touch only."
"Generous. May I?"
"Be my guest."
"Thank you. You're a very obliging master."
I couldn't believe it.
A woman. A woman was about to touch me.
But somehow that didn't bother me as much. A woman was no challenge to my faithfulness to Stephen.
A totally different experience to be sure. But not nearly as threatening as another man.
I allowed my stiffened body to relax a bit to see what she would do.
Something tickled my right breast and I turned to see what.
Her hair. Her long light hair was playing over my tit like a teasing feather. She was quite attractive.
I relaxed some more.
The tip of her tongue touched me. I gave a startled jerk then held myself still.
She investigated my tit with her tongue. I felt her trace several whip marks and shivered with unexpected arousal. Her touch was very gentle. She made no fast or harsh moves.
I relaxed some more and again began to watch the movie.
A woman was chained to a huge wheel device. It seemed to he some sort of stretching rack. Her muscles and skin were pulled tight as she was forced in a backward arch by the wheel. Slowly the. wheel began to rotate turning her.
She started on the left side, then moved to the top. It turned some more and she was head down then heading for the bottom.
There didn't look like there was enough room for her to fit between the wheel and the stone floor.
There wasn't. Her big breasts drug painfully across the stone floor and as the wheel turned to make her upright again I saw her breasts being pulled past a large board with nails poking through. The nails left red streaks across them.
When she was upright again the wheel stopped.
My woman was licking and sucking my breasts as the woman in the movie was having hers burnt with heated metal rods.
One of her tormentors spit on her breast then applied the hot iron. It sizzled. No doubt about it, those rods were hot.
No doubt that my cunt was getting very horny. My woman was very good. I was getting hotter by the second and wasn't fighting it either. And when I felt her hand come to my wet snatch I opened my legs as much as I could to give her as much room as she wanted.
While on the screen a man was burning the woman's nipples with a burning candle as she screamed.
The woman was teasing the hell out me. She would lick and suck very gently then all of a sudden she would bite me. Her hand in my box made similar moves. Gentle, then a pinch of my lips or clit.
I didn't know what to expect from her and that made me more and more excited. Then as if she had grown tired of the pretext she attacked me with a vengeance. Mouth sucked hard, teeth bit into my breast, and her fingers became like a whip across my clit. I came. God, oh God did I ever come.
I couldn't control myself and I began to almost scream but Stephen covered my mouth with his to swallow my sounds as the woman kept me going and going.
Finally she stopped and I melted into the seat and just tried to breath.
"She is delightful."
She walked away before I could even form a word of gratitude.
Stephen held me, caressed me and finally I began to calm.
I opened my eyes and saw the movie.
One of the kidnapped woman, I think, was bound to a huge pole in the middle of a field.
Her hands were tied above her head, her tits forced out by a block of wood behind her shoulder blades, her waist was tied to the post and her legs to pegs in the ground that held them wide apart. She seemed to be alone.
No, there were the others at the side of the field mounting horses.
It was to be a mockery of an old fashioned joust. But instead of knight fighting each other the horseback, rider were going to attack the bound woman. And they began.
The riders were spaced at intervals as they raced across the field, their weapons held high. As they neared the woman they readied their weapon then hit her in passing.
Evidently it was a scoring event because a judge' called out scores as the riders hit the woman. Ten points for hitting her breasts, one for her stomach, twenty for her opened pussy, one for legs and two for her feet.
The first round each hit her with a whip and all twenty five scored.
The second round they were handed a two foot cane. Five missed her entirely and were eliminated.
The third round had them hitting her with a ruler and more were eliminated.
The fourth they were given short knives, but if they cut her more than a scratch they were disqualified.
Eleven made it to the next round where they had to lean over and pull a hair from her pussy as the horses ran full out. Two fell in the attempt and four missed, leaving five and a break was called so they could prepare for the next event.
The woman was bruised and cut from shoulders to her toes, several places bleeding profusely as the judge approached her.
The camera zoomed in and my cunt began to leak as he drove five safety pins though her tits and slid a small ring onto each pin.
For the final event the riders had to pull one of the rings out of her as they rode full speed across the field.
The screen divided in half. One side showing the riders and the other half showing a close-up of her pierced tits.
The first two riders missed the rings but slapped viciously into her tits making them shake on her chest like so much jello in a bowl.
The third rider pulled a ring out of her and as one side showed him riding away the other showed the pin and ring being ripped out of her tit in slow motion.
Number four pulled out two and was disqualified, but they showed them being pulled out in slow motion again. "
The fifth missed entirely.
I was squirming so much in my seat that Stephen leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Does having pins pierce your tits then pulled out excite you, Bev?"
I breathlessly answered, "Yesss."
As the closing scene of the movie showed all twenty-five riders heading toward the woman again with whips in their hands. As the credits rolled up the screen the riders made a circle around the woman and continued to whip her tits each time they passed her.
The screen went black and the house lights became a little brighter.
Several pairs of curious eyes looked out way.
A minute later the next movie started and most of them turned back toward the screen.
"Motorcycle Momma" began with the roar of motorcycles as they screamed down a twisting tree ' lined country road. The credits rolled as the bikes thundered by.
When the credits ended the scene changed to a stalled car parked at the side of a road as three young girls looked on in bewilderment.
As they discussed going for help the roar of the bikes filled the theater speakers and shortly the bike gang came over the hill.
The girls were surrounded by the gang as the guys teased, taunted and leered at them until some of them got off the bikes and started to molest the girls.
Two of the girls fought their captors and were rewarded by having their clothes ripped from them.
But the third girl stood there, assumably very calmly, and as others approached her she began to unbutton her shirt to show them her tits.
"They're all yours if you know how to treat them," came from her smiling mouth as she slipped out of her shirt and shook her tits in their faces.
"And just how should they be treated, momma?"
"Oh, they are very bad tits. But then so is my ass and cunt. I think they need to be taught a lesson. Maybe several lessons, if you get my drift."
"Bad are they?"
"Very, very bad. What do you think should happen to them?"
"Oh, I think that they should be punished for being bad, don't you, bitch?"
"Yes, but not here. Why don't you let the other girls go? They'll bring you nothing but trouble."
"And you won't?"
"Not one peep, if you disregard my screams when you punish my very bad body."
"You saying you can take on all nine of us?"
"You nine and nine more. As I said, I'm very, very bad."
Well she didn't talk them out of the other girls. Each one was raped by the gang before they roared away, the woman riding behind one of the bikers.
I had often had the fantasy of being taken by a gang of mean bikers and was really enjoying the movie.
But again I was interrupted. This time by a couple, believe it or not.
As I had been concentrating on the movie the guy had been talking to Stephen. His wife had always wanted to try another woman and they had been watching us and wondered if they could have me for a while.
I didn't notice them until they walked in front of me blocking the screen.
The woman sat next to me, her husband on her other side.
At first she didn't do anything except look at me. Well, stare is more correct.
"May... may I touch... your breast?" She sounded as nervous as I had been with the first man.
My experience with the other woman had been enjoyable, it was just other men that I objected to touching me.
I nodded my head.
The next instance I almost jumped out of my chair. Her hand was ice cold.
"Oh I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
She sounded petrified and I found myself wanting to calm her. Weird as is seems I wanted her to learn about women for me.
Me, who had no experience of women until an hour ago.
"No, it's just that your hand is cold. I know that now. Go ahead and touch me."
"You sure... I can see you are hurt."
I nodded my head and her cold hand came back to my hot tit. Goose bumps spread all over me but I held still as she slowly cupped my tit in her hand. I felt like a God damned teacher with a slow student, but I liked it.
"Go ahead, feel it." I encouraged her to touch me and her hand began to warm up.
"Do... do I have to hurt you?"
"You can hurt me or not hurt me, the choice is yours. Besides, I couldn't stop you if I wanted to."
"Why?"
"Can you see my hands?" A real slow student.
"Nnn... no. Where are they?"
How dense was this woman anyway?
"They're handcuffed behind my back. I am to have no say in what happens to me tonight. Just do what you want and I'll try to accommodate as much as I can."
She jerked her hand away. I missed the coolness.
"Are... is... are you being... punished? Is that why your hands are... behind you? To keep you from stopping people from... touching you?"
Well, maybe she wasn't so dumb after all.
I didn't answer her. I couldn't.
It was one thing to sit there and take my punishment. But to have to explain it? No, that I couldn't do.
Stephen had other ideas about that.
"Answer her, Bev. You have to cooperate, remember?"
I could accept, enjoy, even revel in my relationship with Stephen, but to explain it to a total stranger?
Some dumb broad with cold hands?
Cooperate? Find. I'll cooperate.
"I... I am terrified to even... think of someone else touching me. And yes I am being punished. But... but I don't mind women touching me as much as men. Please. Just do what you want with me. I'll... I'll try to cooperate as much as I can."
Besides, the sooner you do the sooner it's over, I told myself as her cool hand came back to me and I turned my eyes back to the movie.
I had missed a lot because the other girls were long gone and the whole gang was working on the bad' one.
Darkness had fallen and they had camped in the woods. A fire was burning.
The woman was tied and hanging from a tree. She was naked and tied spread eagled in midair as the men surrounded her.
The woods had been generous in providing each with slender branches that they were whipping her with as she screamed out, encouraging them to punish her. And they were doing a good job of it too.
With nine of them beating her it didn't take long for her to be covered with stinging welts. Then two by two they screwed her as she hung there.
The woman beside me was getting braver by the minute. Her feather like touch turned to a firm grip on my boob. Up and down she moved my tit around my chest.
She flattened it. She pulled it. A kid with a new toy, I thought as she reshaped it again and again.
Then she finally brought her mouth to me. Her mouth was anything but cold. It was hot and as time passed, more and more demanding. She licked, sucked and slurped. She became quiet good in fact. She even started experimenting with her teeth.
Back on screen the men had shot their wads and were having more fun with their willing captive. Three of them were whipping her back with belts. Two were whipping her tits.
Then... no it couldn't be. Two of them were between her legs and their hands were buried inside her.
My God, one hand up in her cunt up to his wrist and the other hand was IN her ass, just as far up her.
If I wasn't seeing it I never would have believed it.
A fist? No, TWO fists were in her and damned if she wasn't enjoying it by all appearances.
"Stephen, do you see that? Is it real?"
"Looks real to me." He chuckled.
"Has another fantasy just been born, Bev? Does just the thought of my fist shoved up you turn you on?"
"God, does it ever. Do you think you would fit?"
"I don't know. But if you're a good girl, we can try when we get home."
A good girl, huh. Just to try that I'd... I'd what? I didn't know. But I was more than willing to let the woman beside me have whatever she wanted.
Come to think of her she wasn't doing all that bad herself.
She had her mouth firmly attached to my tit and her fingers were beginning to investigate my aroused clit.
Whoops, forget the clit she sunk her fingers in me.
And I was ready. I was climbing closer.
My tit got cold as she released it and she began to slide down my body. Her mouth was heading for her hand and me leaking, saturated cunt.
Just as I was on the verge of coming with her surprisingly talented mouth my world shattered.
Her husband now had his hand on me.
I froze.
My spiraling climax was shattered to dust. I began to tremble. Not in arousal but horror.
Another man was touching me. Touching my breast. Touching me as only Stephen should.
Every muscle in my body was knotted into cramps as I tried to keep from telling the guy to go to hell.
But the woman must have noticed the change in me. She looked up. Saw her husband's hand on me. And God bless her she remembered what I had told her.
"Don't touch her, Terry. She was almost coming. She can't stand for men to touch her. I want to taste her come, so don't touch her. Just watch, don't touch."
God bless America, apple pie and baseball, he did as she asked.
He removed his hand from me. She went back to pleasing me.
The tension drained out of me and I found myself climbing up toward heaven again. For being so understanding I wanted to come for her.
I slid my hips forward, giving her more room to maneuver. I didn't fight her in the least.
Go lady go. Give it to me good. I'll come so you can taste me. I'll fill your damned mouth with woman juices so you can have one fantastic memory of your first muff dive. Yea, there. Yeaaaaaa.
All thoughts flew away as I flooded her mouth.
When she was done cleaning me they went away. The man never touched me again. And as I relaxed the final scene flickered across the screen. Previews of coming attractions were played as Stephen dressed me again. When my shirt was buttoned and my blouse pulled up to cover my tits, he slid my jacket over my shoulders.
We walked out of the theater to our car.
Chapter Six
The ride home had never seemed so long.
Stephen didn't dare unhandcuff me. I would have attacked him the instant I was free.
"You took your punishment very well Bev. Now, tell me honestly, was it punishment for you?"
I answered as honest as I could.
"When that guy touched me I thought I would die. I wanted to run, scream, yell at him to get the hell away from me. Yes, it was a very severe punishment. I can still feel him touching me. I would have rather had scorpions on me than his hand."
"I like showing my body, but only you can touch it without me becoming sick. My stomach was churning so much I thought I would throw up."
"And what about the women?"
"At first I didn't like it. But then I started to change. I began to enjoy them. I liked what they did to me, until her husband began to touch me anyway."
"So tell me, what would you consider the ultimate punishment?"
"You expect me to answer that honestly?"
"Yes. What would it be Bev?"
"Fine, you want honest, I'll give you honest."
For some reason I exploded. What I had just been through and his question made me see red.
"The worst punishment you could ever give me would be for you to die or leave me. The next worst would be another man... fucking me."
"And just so you have ample weapons to use against me in the future, I'll tell you some more."
"Seeing you fuck another woman. Having you bring me to the brink of climax then have a man touch me to shatter it. To withhold sex for an extended period of time. For you to tell me that you're having an affair. To withhold the pain that I've grown to love."
"Is that enough to chose from, Stephen? Do you need more forms of punishment to inflict upon me?"
"No, I don't need anymore, Bev."
We were silent for a while after my outburst. Each caught up in my heated words. But as the miles passed I began to calm and Stephen noticed and asked another question.
"Did you see anything at the movies that you'd like to try?"
Now there was a question that I warmed to. And the rest of the way home I told him.
We got home and Stephen removed the handcuffs so I could go to the bathroom. I emptied what needed emptying then washed the other peoples' touch from my skin.
That done I was eager to go to the workroom and collect my reward.
I stepped out of the bathroom and was attacked.
A hand slammed into my mouth to keep me from screaming out. Another hand grabbed my right wrist and pulled it behind me and jerked it up my back until I screamed with pain into the hand over my mouth.
"It felt like my arm was pulled out of its socket as my attacker dragged and shoved me down the basement stairs.
As soon as I had entered the workroom I was slammed to the floor. My breath was knocked out of me.
A knee was poked into my back as a blindfold covered my eyes.
I was surrounded by darkness as I felt my clothes being literally torn from me.
Was it Stephen, I asked myself. Or was it someone else?
Hands were forcing a gag into my mouth. I took a deep breath.
I relaxed and let my attacker have his way. I knew that smell. Stephen was the one I smelled as the hand was pushing the gag into my mouth.
I felt warm air by my ear. "If you truly want me to stop just say book. Understand?"
I understood and my head bobbed up and down.
Soon my wrists bands were around my wrists and clipped together behind my back and I was harshly flipped over onto my back.
As the blindfold darkness surrounded me I felt a coil of slender rope dropped on my heaving breasts. A moment later my attacker was using that rope to bind my tits.
Each circular wrap of the rope cut my boob further and further away from my chest. It began to swell and cool. As Stephen did the same to my other tit I continued my mock struggles to get free.
Both of us knew that I didn't want freed, but the game was exciting.
My breasts tightly bound I felt myself being pulled up by my hair. Unable to get my legs under me fast enough I screamed, dislodged the gag in my mouth, and felt some of my hair leave my scalp.
"Just shut up slut, if you know what's good for ya."
The voice didn't sound like Stephen's. It sounded cruel, harsh and alien.
I allowed myself to sink into the fantasy.
"What... what do you want?"
"You. I want you slut. I want you to scream in pain. I want to sink my huge cock in you until you rip open and bleed."
"Nnoo oh God nooo."
"Oh yea, slut. You'll scream. You'll beg and plead, but I won't stop."
I felt him snap a clip to my wrists bands.
"But I'll be fair, slut. I'll always give you a choice."
He pulled the rope toward the ceiling, my wrists followed as I bent forward at my waist.
"I'll always give you two choices and you can pick the one that I do to you."
The rope pulled some more. It felt like my arms were coming out of my shoulder sockets. I rose up on my tiptoes to help relieve the pressure.
He just pulled the rope that much tighter then tied it off. I screamed. He tied off the end of the rope.
I was anything but comfortable. But my cunt was flooding.
"Your first choice of the night: 1. I drive a needle through each of your hot nipples, or 2. I paddle your ass until it's red and bruised. What will it be, slut? One or two?"
I was so excited that I could feel my juices starting to coat my pussy and decided to test Stephen's resolve.
"Neither, you damned bastard. Let me go this instant."
"Oh, a poor choice, slut. Just for that I'll do both. Before the night is over you'll receive enough pain to write a book."
I was eager to begin and knew that he had mentioned the word book' to remind me how I could stop him.
Well, I had absolutely no desire for him to stop. At least not yet.
"You'll be the one to write a book. In prison." I let him know that I remembered the code word.
And I almost said that damned word as I felt him drive a very long needle through my left nipple.
I screamed. God, did I ever scream. My body tried to move away from the pain but the rope held me firmly in place.
I had nowhere to go, except to tip toes, which I did.
I felt it jab my skin and pop through. I felt it drilling through my inner spongy tissues, pushing and pushing until it formed a bulge on the other side before it popped out the that side with just as much pain as entering had caused.
And the other nipple was pierced just as thoroughly and painfully.
Then as my screams whirled around the room I felt a sudden stinging heat attack my tush. The paddling had begun. For the entire thirty-five strokes I screamed every word I could think of, except book.
My ass was more than sore, it hurt like hell and I loved every second of the throbbing pain that filled my hot ass. And each blow shook my pierced tits creating even more pain for me to wallow in.
Tears were flowing under the blindfold. My nose was running. My ass felt like it was on fire and my nipples atop the needles felt like they were a foot long with arousal. My juices were coating the entire surface of my taunt and trembling inner legs.
For a moment there was total silence when Stephen stopped the paddling, except for my ragged breathing. Then I heard something slide across the workbench after Stephen set the paddle on the top of it.
I turned my head to look but only saw darkness.
Blindfolds were great, I could imagine all sorts of dastardly things heading my way.
But it wasn't something all that unusual. It was another length of rope.
I felt Stephen's arms go around my waist and a moment later he was tying the rope. The knot was by my navel. He dropped the other end of the rope and it hung in front of my furry mound waiting for future use.
What would it be used for? How would it be utilized to harm me more?
"Your next choice, and I suggest you pick one, is: 1. a cane applied to your bound tits, or 2. a cane to scourge your paddled ass. What's it to be, slut?" One or two?
When had Stephen gotten a cane? What did it look like? Was it thick and stiff or thin and whippy?
Who gave a damn, he had one and it was soon to be mine. I was blubbering like a two year old but determined to get my reward for my punishment in the theater.
"Will, will you remove the needles... in my nipples if I chose number one?"
"No."
To emphasis his denial, he captured both punctured nipples in the palms of his hands and gently caressed them, but you'll have to take my word for it, it didn't feel too tolerability gently at the moment.
"The needles remain until you earn the right for them to be removed. So, what's it to be?"
Could I stand my tits caned with needles in my nipples?
One way to find out. "I chose number one."
"Great. But first I have to get you in position, slut."
What did he mean by that?
I didn't have a long wait before I knew what my new position was to be. I felt the rope attached to my waist, the knot resting just below my navel, then pulled through my legs. I felt it pulled up behind me and heard Stephen step up on the block of wood.
The rope cut into my soaking slit.
I screamed. My ass and hips headed toward the ceiling as the rope cut into my back, waist and drenched slit. My shoulders creaked and popped in protest and my ass went higher. Suddenly the rope slid to the side of my clit and I screamed some more as my ass went even higher.
When my ass was higher than my bound wrists behind me, Stephen stopped my assent.
I hung at an angle: ass and arms up, tits down and legs flopping back and forth in the air as I swayed from the ropes around my wrists and waist.
He would have no problems caning my bound and pierced tits.
And that is precisely what he did. The cane that he beat my tits with was very firm. It dug into my tits with a vengeance that brought a scream from my throat with every blow.
I almost screamed out book' each of the six times he landed the cane on the needles that pierced my tits, but I didn't.
If for only once in my life, I wanted to see just how much pain I could take. I might never get another opportunity. So I screamed. I yelled out ever know derogatory word I knew and cursed him over and over with each blow of the cane to my martyrized boobs.
After some thirty collisions to my swollen tits he stopped and offered me my next choice.
"Choice one-I fuck your ass, choice two-I fuck your cunt. Which?"
God bless Stephen, he was as horny as I was. Just the thought of his cock replacing the rope that was cutting into my slot was overwhelming.
"Ohhhh God... aaahhh ttwoo pleaseee. Please fuck my cunttt."
Stephen didn't respond in words.
I felt his hands at mine and wondered at his intent. Again I had a short wait.
He released the clip holding my wrists to the ceiling and my upper body flopped toward the floor and I sung back and forth like a pendulum, my sole support being the rope around my waist.
With my full weight cutting into my tender slot I screamed the entire time it took him to lower me to the floor by the rope around my waist.
When my knees touched the floor I didn't have the strength to use them to hold me up. Eventually I laid on my side on the floor tying to recapture my sluggish breath and to gain strength for the upcoming promised fuck.
When he pulled the rope from between my legs it felt like he took some of the skin with it. I screamed and squirmed so much from that pain that I managed to drive one of the needles in my nipples into my chest and screamed even more.
Wreathing on my stomach, Stephen used his foot to press my hip to turn me over.
Once on my hack and bound hands, he said, "Spread those legs, slut. Spread em wide and kept em spread."
I spread my legs way out to my sides and opened up my begging cunt for him to fill.
I felt the hairs on Stephen's legs brush against my inner legs.
"Raise your cunt, bitch, give me a good target to aim at."
I felt him shift positions as I raised my cunt even higher by digging my heels into the floor.
"What do you want me to do, slut?"
"Ffuck me... fuckk mmyyy damned cunttt. Please."
"Yea."
I felt the silken touch of the end of his shaft. It twitched up and down in my soaking slot then nudged into the entrance of my dark cave. He slid the crowned head in and held still.
"Pleassseee."
"Please what, slut?"
"Pleasssee fuckkk me."
I was going insane. I needed his cock to retain my sanity. My life. Who was I trying to kid? I was total lust and sex crazed passion. I didn't care if the world ended, as long as I was stuffed with his cock.
His hands and fingers dug into my paddled ass and as I was screaming from that attention he slammed his cock all the way in me and I screamed some more.
Stephen was anything but gentle as he sawed back and forth within me and I loved every second of his brutality.
I didn't want gentleness. I wanted to be totally, completely, overwhelmingly fucked.
With his third thrust I came, then continued to come with each succeeding thrust. His fingers left bruises on my ass cheeks as he held them in place for his invasion.
I considered each and every one of them my just reward. In and out, back and forth. Our sexes pounded away at each other until he released his flood and collapsed over my still coming body.
Exhausted and trembling, we squirmed into each other, trying to blend into one being.
Stephen's hands soothed my battered flesh with gentleness as my trembling finally subsided.
"Are you OK, Bev?"
"I... I'm oh God, I'm fantastic. Give me five and we can go at it again."
"You're kidding? Aren't you?"
He slipped the blindfold off me and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see concern written all over him.
"No. I'm not kidding. Not in the least. You said that if I... allowed what happened that you'd do anything I wanted when we got home. And I still want more. Much more, Stephen."
"You're absolutely sure you want to continue?"
"Positive. I want to try some of the things we saw tonight at the movies."
"Like what? Rubber bands? Clothespins? Breast rings? Or am I suppose to just pull these out of your tits and install rings?" To emphasis is question, he pulled on the needles still piercing my nipples.
I couldn't suppress my scream but as soon as I could again talk coherently, I said, "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Just yes, to all of your questions. You promised Stephen. You promised, whatever I wanted."
"You're right I did. And you're going to get it. All of it. Starting right now."
He unwrapped himself from me and stood over me. His voice became harsh again.
"Last chance to back down Bev. What's it to be?"
"Do it, Stephen. Do it all."
Chapter Seven
Stephen kept his promise that night and I carried the marks to prove it. Before we finally made it to bed that night he did indeed apply clothespins and rubber bands to my throbbing tits.
And as a grand finale he pulled the needles out of my nipples, tearing all of the light brown skin, and installed solid gold nipple rings. There is no way to remove them unless they are jerked out.
Then I became obsessed with having my cunt lips and clit pierced too. But he refused to do it so I let the matter drop, not easily, hut drop the subject I did.
For two weeks after that night Stephen treated me like a very fragile doll, only this time I knew it wasn't from lack of wanting to harm me. No, he still liked to he his most vicious when I was unmarked.
Bless his sole, he did fuck me like we had just invented the act and occasionally my ass or fresh capped tits would receive some very special attention.
Two months after installing my nipple rings we again went to the movies'. But we didn't go to the theater. We went to a bookstore-peep show.
I had only made the one excursion to an adult store, so I was somewhat surprised at our arrival.
I guess that I expected the people to be different or something. They weren't. They were ordinary people who just happened to enjoy literature and movies of a different mode.
With Stephen at my side I had no qualms of browsing and leafing through the materials available. And they were vast.
There were all kinds of variations when it came to human sexuality. Gay, transvestite, normal male-female, female domination, male domination, willing victims, non-willing victims, water sports, enema enthusiast, B&D, S&M, cross dressing, and so on.
I headed immediately for the B&D and S&M section with Stephen in my wake.
"Looking for inspirations?"
I gave him a smile as I scanned the bonanza before me. The male submissive section was quickly eliminated as I zeroed in on the female submissives. I even browsed through some female-female material. After all, I then knew that I had no adversity to females dominating me.
Just males.
I spent a full twenty minutes selecting three magazines before I even started looking at the books.
"Linda Bound", "Whipped Karen", "Susan's Night of Terror", and on and on the titles blurred in my brain. Each sounding delightful to me in a perverted way.
But when I finally found the willing female submissives, I gave them my full attention.
I wanted stories like myself. Willing submissives. I had no desire to read about women forced into something they didn't want. And I had ample to chose from.
It was another twenty minutes before I selected three to buy.
Then it was on to the newspapers and again I made my selections.
When I was finished, it was Stephen's turn.
A smaller room contained sexual aids'. Everything from dildos to whips. From creams to rubbers. Nipple clips to penis enlargers.
"How about these, Bev? Think you could take them clamped to your ringed nipples?"
Stephen had my full attention as he held up a pair of serrated nipple clamps with adjustable screws and connecting chain.
I gave him a challenging smile. "They look like a perfect fit."
"Gutsy enough to try them on?"
"Here?"
"Yep. Here and now."
"What about the proprietor?"
"He's in the other room. Well?"
"It's got my vote."
"That's my gal. Unbutton your blouse."
"No. You do it."
"In a rebellious mood, huh?"
"Sort of." '
Not to be denied, Stephen palmed the nipple clips and began to unbutton my blouse.
Delightful shivers went up and down my arms. My stomach gave a flip-flop and he opened my blouse and pulled the two halves aside baring my ring capped tits to all who happened to look our way.
One man did. After his eyes stopped dilating he gave me a grin that could only be called a leer of lust.
Stephen tested the spring action of the clip then snapped it on my nipple just below the ring.
I jerked and suppressed a gasp. I hadn't been expecting so much pain from the small clips. But the serrated teeth really dug in.
He attached the other one and I was more prepared for my body's reaction. Unclipping it and turning it slightly, he reattached it and stood back to admire them.
"Oh, lady, I like those on you. These are a definite purchase." Looking over his shoulder at the other merchandise, he added, "How about another chain? You know, a leash? To lead you around with?"
"Yeesss." Those clips were having a definite effect on me. All positive, I might add.
Extracting a slender golden chain from the vast selection, he turned back to me and promptly hooked the end clip onto the chain connecting my nipple rings.
He gave the chain a tug and my tits followed his hand toward the side of the room. I shuttered, then held my position as he pulled even more. Then more still.
"Attention holding little suckers, aren't they Bev?"
"Oh God, Stephen, they're... wow."
"I couldn't have said it better myself. Now, for some more shopping."
Thus saying he turned away from me to gaze over the selections, but not relinquishing any of the pressure on the chains attached to me.
Relishing my submissiveness, I remained in place, not diminishing the pressure he was exerting on me. and placed my hands behind my back.
His next selection was chrome plated handcuffs.
He didn't ask my permission. He just attached them to my hands that were behind my back.
Now I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to. But of course I didn't want to anyway. Especially when another man entered the small room and locked his eyes on my exposed, ringed, clipped and leashed chest.
I was in my element. Exhibitionism was my thing.
When next Stephen turned back to me I almost swooned.
He had cunt rings in his hand.
And a clit ring too.
He hadn't totally been opposed to my pleas. I almost shouted with glee as he told me to open my mouth to carry them.
I opened my mouth so fast my jaw crack. Then eased it shut when he placed the package of rings between my trembling lips.
One guy over in the corner rubbed the bulge in his jeans.
"Now to select a huge cock then go see some peep shows."
And select a huge cock shaped dildo he did. A double dong, the kind lesbians used. Or the kind that would stuff both whole at the same time. I was so excited that I could hardly hold still.
Laying his choices on a counter Stephen turned back to me. He buttoned my blouse, leaving the chain poking through the space between two button holes, gathered up our purchases and proceeded to lead me out of the small room by the chain attached to my nipple clips.
My legs were anything but stable as I willingly followed him to the cashier. To the other room filled with some fifteen people.
Calmly, as if we did this every day, we made our way to the cash register amid intense stares of customers and the two men behind the counter.
"Yes, sir. May I help you?"
The man's eyes never left their penetrating stare of my leash lead chest.
"Yes," Stephen said as he laid our items on the counter, "We'll take these and the handcuffs, the serrated nipple clips and chain that my wife is wearing."
"Ahh yes. The number 2619 clips?"
"I believe these bags have the numbers on them." He placed two empty bags on the counter with the other things.
"Yes, 2619 and 1345."
It was almost comical to watch the two men. Each trying to ring up or bag our purchases without taking their eyes off me. And to make matters even more interesting, Stephen continually moved the chain attached to me causing my blouse to gap open more with each movement.
Finally with our order all rung up and placed in bags, Stephen asked, "Could we leave these here while we view some movies upstairs?"
"Sure. We'll ahh keep them here behind the counter for you. Don't forget to come for them."
"Oh I don't think that is likely. Could I have some quarters?"
A few minutes later we were making our way to the back room that had the small booths and peep shows. We were in the lead of a caravan. At least eight of the men followed us there.
Stopping at the end of a corridor, we looked at the list of movies offered. There were several pictures of each movie in a framework, a number in the corner showing how to call up your choice.
"What's your choice Bev?"
"Twelve and twenty-nine."
"Right. Now to find an empty booth."
"Number six is empty," volunteered one of the men that had followed us to the room.
Sure enough six was empty. We entered it and closed the door behind us.
"Now I know why he said number six."
I looked at Stephen, not understanding his words.
"Look there and there."
I looked where he had pointed. There were two holes in the walls. One on each side of us connected with the booths on either side.
I smiled, "It's got my approval."
"Real gutsy today, aren't you Bev?"
"Gutsy enough to give them all they're hoping to see. I can hear them. There must be at least three in each booth."
"At least three, maybe more. But enough of them. Let's watch a movie."
Stephen slide a quarter in the slot, pushed it in and was turning the dial to twelve before the picture came on.
A light flickered for a moment before the picture came into focus. It was in the middle of the movie.
Two women were chained. They were naked. There arms stretched way above their heads as a man alternated whipping them with a vicious ten foot whip. Back and forth the whip flew from one gal to the other.
An ass, some ripe tits, to a striped back, the whip landed again and again on the small TV screen in our dark cubical. We could hear hustling sounds coming from the adjoining booths as Stephen reached for my blouse and began to unbutton it.
When all were undone he slipped it off my shoulders where it was caught by my arms that were still cuffed behind my back. Then with a tug he untied the knot that held my wraparound skirt on. Before it landed on the floor he caught it and laid it on top of the small TV.
I was naked, except for my rings, the clips and chains, and my sandals as I kept my eyes glued to the screen.
Setting the whip aside the man approached the two women. Taking a piece of string from his pocket he proceeded to tie their clit rings together, on a very short leash of string. They had to hold their hips way forward to keep from being harmed or from harming each other.
The man picked up the whip again.
The screen went black. Stephen fed it another quarter.
Taking me in his arms, crushing the clips into my tits, Stephen gave me an earth shattering kiss that I returned in total surrender.
"Care to see part of your audience? We could open the door too."
"Yessss dooo, it, Stephen. Do it."
I couldn't control myself. I was hot, horny. Never had I preformed in front of a hungry audience before, and now was the perfect time.
Turning toward the door, he opened it. And almost hit a man in the nose with the door.
"Excuse me, but it is kind of stuffy in there. You gentlemen won't mind if we leave the door open will you?"
I almost laughed It was so comical. Of the three men I could see, two of them had their cocks out and were flagitious pumping them up and down.
Why in the hell would they object? Instead of imaginations they could see the real thing.
Me. A submissive female submitting to her man.
"Perhaps you could help us by keeping the quarters coming? The little wife likes to watch while I have some fun."
I did laugh at that as coins dropped on the floor in their haste to comply.
Then Stephen turned back to me and all laughter vanished and lust reappeared instantly.
I was hot. Just the bit of pain in my clipped tits was keeping me higher than a kite in an April wind.
Unzipping his pants, Stephen sat on the small shelf in the corner of the booth and pulled me to him. I straddled his legs and sank down on his hard cock as one of the men slide a quarter in the slot.
Using one hand to jerk and pull the chain attached to my tits Stephen used the other to drive my clit wild as I alternated watching the TV and the men surrounding us.
The man in the movie was again whipping the women and with each stroke landed they pulled and jerked the hell out of their tied together clits. There screams and moans blended with mine as Stephen got into his stride
His cock slammed into me. His hand pulled the shit out of my tits. I was hot.
One guy standing at the door shot his spunk, several drops landed on my right knee and seemed to burn it. A cock poked through the hole in the wall to our left. Another guy fed in quarters.
The guy in the movie was stuffing a double dong up both women's cunts after removing the string attaching their clits. And...
I was coming. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. I was over stimulated. The movie, Stephen, our audience. It was too much. I crashed again and again.
Stephen kept pumping away with his cock, kept jerking on the chain. I screamed. Another guy at the door sprayed his white juices, the puddled at my curled up toes.
I kept coming. Stephen's breathing became labored and a moment later my happy cunt was milking him like a starved kitten. My fingers dug into Stephen's stomach. The third guy's spunk shot up into the air and landed on the door. The TV scream went black.
"Feeeeedddd inn a quarterrrr," I screamed and two of the guys battled to do so.
The two women, still connected by the double dong, were pressed together as the guy fucked one of them up the ass while trying to still whip the other one.
Stephen finally began to relax. He stopped jerking on my chain and began to gently caress me as I slid back to a more normal mode of breathing.
As he brushed some hair away from my ear, Stephen whispered, "How about a hit of discipline for our audience to see while I get it up again?"
"Yyyeeessss. Anything... as long as theyyyy don't touch me."
"You got a deal."
Stephen helped me stand, wiped off his cock with the tissue provided by the establishment, then walked to the men standing at the door.
The movie was at the beginning, showing the credits, thus not real interesting so I gave my attention to Stephen and the men.
"The wife is up to a bit of discipline and you are more than welcome to watch. There is only one condition. No one can touch her. If you want you can whip her with whatever's available, but no one can touch her otherwise. Agreed?"
They can whip me? Well, why not. As long as they don't touch. Besides, it might be interesting.
The men were in total agreement and a scant time later I was rearranged to Stephen's satisfaction.
My handcuffs had been removed then refastened in front of me after looping them over the door closer at the top of the door. My back and ass were in the narrow hallway, my head inside the booth so I could watch the TV that was starting to get interesting again as it showed the man chaining the women to the overhead beam in preparation of whipping them.
"Spread your legs Bev."
I spread them as far as I could as the man in the movie began to whip the women.
One of the men slipped into the room, brushing me in passing.
"Don't touch meeee."
"Sorry mam. I'll be more careful. Sorry."
He slid in and sat on the small bench in the corner of the booth. He placed a small pile of quarter on top of the TV with one hand as with the other he gathered up the end of the chain hanging down from my tits. He curled it around his hand giving a slight tug to my nipples.
I shivered. I liked the additional pain and he wasn't touching me.
Pull all you want buster, I thought, just keep your grubby hands to yourself.
He did. With one hand holding and occasionally pulling on the chain, he used the other to extract his cock from his pants.
It was a nice looking cock. Not as long as Stephen's but wider and thickly veined.
I turned back to_ the screen.
The man was using some sort of leather paddle on the women. It had a handle and a wide 8 shaped striking surface with multiple holes cut into the surface. It created quite a loud sound as it crashed into first one ass then the other.
Then my ass was struck.
Turning my head I saw Stephen pull back his hand. It had his belt in it. The belt that had just connected with my tipped back tush.
"Yyeessss."
I wiggled my ass in invitation. The invitation was accepted. The belt landed again. Quickly followed by another on to my tingling back.
A quick look told the story. Another man had stripped his belt out of his pants too and was using it on me.
"Yyeessss. Whipppp meee. Everyone whippp meee."
Two belts landed simultaneously. The man in the booth jerked on my chain.
"Yyeessss. Doooo ittt."
I didn't know which way to turn: toward Stephen and the men whipping me, to the man pulling my chain or to the TV where the guy was really laying into the women's asses with the leather covered paddle.
I tried to do all three at the same time. My head flew all over the place. My hair became miniature whips as it flipped back and forth, over this shoulder, over that one, to look down at the man's hand manipulating my chain, to the TV.
Crack, crack, crack landed almost at the same time behind me. Another had joined the game.
"Yyeesss... whippp meee... make meee commmmee."
One belt curled around, the end striking my pulled left tit.
"Yyeesss... "
I was being attacked from all sides and loving each second, each stroke, each pull. One guy behind me got inventive. A belt came smashing up to squash my dripping cunt.
"Yyeessss whipppp my dammmed cunttttt to shreds."
I couldn't help my pleading. I was hot. So damned hot.
Forcing my eyes back to the screen I noticed that it was where I had started, so I screamed for the man in the booth to switch to channel twenty-nine. He did.
Four belts landed at the same time: two to my ass, one up to my cunt and the forth to my shoulder blades. I screamed for them to do it some more as the guy in the booth pulled the shit out of my nipples.
The new movie was set in the woods. Three men were whipping a woman who was strung up to a tree. They were using bundles of tree branches with the leaves stripped off. One was beating her tits, one her ass and the third up and down the insides of her legs with an occasional one landing on her opened cunt.
"Turn her around so we can beat her tits," came from one of the men.
"No, she wants to watch the movie," replied Stephen as three more belts landed on my ass and hack.
"We can open these doors and she can watch any damned one she wants."
"Better yet," another voice added, "we can cuff her to that light fixture in the ceiling and open all the damned doors for her to watch while we can get her from all sides."
"Yea, do it man. Then we can all get at her."
"OK," came from Stephen, "everyone stop for a hit and we'll rearrange her."
My tormentors stopped as in the movie the three men were turning the woman so one of them could fuck her while the others heat her.
Stephen reached up and unlocked my handcuffs and pulled me out of the booth. There was only one hitch: the man in the booth hadn't been listening and he pulled one of the clips off my tit.
I screamed to high heaven as the delicate brown flesh was cut by the serrated teeth of the clip. And before my scream diminished in volume I was coming like never before.
I had all the ingredients: Stephen, pain and an audience.
But I wasn't allowed to wallow in my pleasures. My wrists were jerked up so fast my shoulder joints cracked as my hands were fastened to the overhead light fixture.
No more than my hands were out of the way and a belt was smashing into my tits. I screamed and just kept coming. Over and over. I went up one crest only to climb yet another one. I was coming continuously.
I didn't care what happened to me any more. This was it. The ultimate climax.
About to become lost in a void I heard a different sound and was curious enough to look around. All of the doors leading down the narrow hallway were slammed open. If they happened to be occupied, tough shit. But the guy and one gal didn't seem to really mind when they got their first view of me strung up in the hallway getting the shit beat out of me by at least seven guys, including Stephen.
I became selfish as hell. I wanted it all. My eyes flashed from TV screen to TV screen, from on person to the next.
"Beeeaaatt meeee... makeee meee commme some more."
Belts landed all over me: tits, stomach, legs, ass, back, every place they could reach. One guy even had a leather covered cane that he kept smashing into my pain loving tits over and over again.
Stephen reattached the clip to my torn nipple and handed the connecting chain to another guy who seemed very determined to pull it off yet again.
Do it, buddy, rip it off again and again, I thought as the teeth cut into my nipples with every tug of his hand. And his hand was moving fast. He had wrapped the chain around his hand and was giving himself one fine handjob. And every time he pulled to the bottom of his prick he jerked my chain.
"Yyeessssss... doooo itttt allll... beattt me."
I was twisting all over the place. First on one foot then the other as they attacked me from all sides, up and down. The blows landed all over me. I didn't know where I would feel them land next.
Yes, more people whipping me was VERY interesting and the results were fantastic as I was kept on a constant high.
There was no longer anyone in the booths. AH the doors were open and I could see people fucking, sucking, women being beaten. I didn't know where to look. Everyone was pushing everyone else aside trying to get at my body. And I loved it. Every second. Every blow. Every dirty word they were saying.
Cocks were all out of pants. I saw at least a dozen of them throbbing up and down, twitching between the teeth of zippers.
The one other woman had her hands buried deep in her muff as her companion massaged the hell out of her tits.
I heard paper rustling and a moment later some guy was waving a dildo in front of Stephen's face. "Let me fuck her with this, man. That should really make her go bonkers."
"No. No man can touch her but me."
"Shit. Well then how about that one?" as he pointed at the other woman.
"That's her decision." Turning to the other woman Stephen told her, "Bev doesn't mind other women touching her. Do you want to fuck her with the dildo or do something else?"
"I... hell yesss. I'll do it. Give me the damned dildo."
The woman walked toward me like a very determined person. She held the dildo up to my face. "Which hole you want it in?"
"Mmmyyyy cunnnttt... please mmmyyyy cunnnnttt."
She didn't need a second invitation. She dropped to her knees and slammed the dildo up me so fast I rose up on my toes as the various weapons slammed into me.
I screamed in total lust. And came even faster.
On one screen a gal was being fucked by two guys. On another the paddle wielding man had changed to a crop. And on and on the different scenes filled my eyes as my audience filled my flesh with the pain I craved.
My cunt was extremely happy. But my asshole was jealous as hell.
"Fuucckkk meee Stephennnn... fuck my asssss."
I saw him hand his belt to some guy who immediately landed it on my pulled tits. Stephen stepped around me and a moment later his cock was entering my willing ass.
A dildo up my cunt. Stephen's cock up my ass. And eight guys whipping belts and a cane on my body. How can I describe it? I can't. It was out of this world. Then the woman knelling between my legs brought her tongue to my throbbing clit and I went ape shit.
I screamed for them to beat me. I twisted as much as I could to get it from all directions. Belts, a cane, dildo and a cock became my world.
And a very stimulating world it was. My eyes could hardly make out the different movies playing away around me as the men kept them going with quarter after quarter.
My hands were turning blue as the cuffs cut into them with every gyration I made. Half the time they were my sole support as my legs were anything but sturdy with the attention I was getting.
I think that at that moment I truly wanted the rest of my life to continue as it was then. The pain, my audience, the dildo in my cunt, the woman's lips sucking away at my clit and Stephen pounding away up my ass. Streams of cock juice was splattering all over me. I couldn't stop coming.
Both clips were ripped off my nipples. I screamed and came even harder. I begged Stephen to refasten them so the guy could do it again.
And they did.
Only Stephen and the woman touched me with their hands. But all of them got a part of me. The belts and cane rained down on me like individual drops coming out of a shower head. They covered me.
The pain sank in deeper as the belts overlapped previously whipped areas and I climbed another plateau of pain and pleasure.
Twice the woman screamed as one of the guy got her instead of me, but she didn't stop the dildo's movements nor her sucking mouth.
Then Stephen was coming up my ass. Squirt after squirt filled me until he pulled away to catch his breath.
He had no more moved away than the belts were again landing on my eager tush. I wiggled it and more landed.
I shook my tits and they too got ample attention with belts and the clips were again ripped off.
I was hardly coherent, as I begged them to hit me again and again. They were more than willing to do as I pleaded.
Come landed on my legs. My ass. Some shot all the way up and landed in my hair.
Then suddenly the woman pulled away and screamed, "Someone fuck mmmmeeee."
By the time I looked down two guys were buried deep within her. One up her ass the other pounding away in her cunt as her legs flopped on the floor and yet another man knelt at her face. A second later she swallowed his cock.
Slowly the belts stop coming as frequently. I had lost some of my audience as they watched the fuckers on the floor.
I looked around. Three guys were slumped against a wall. Limp cocks hanging out of zippers. Two others and Stephen were still beating me. I couldn't see anyone else, except the four on the floor. Some must have left.
I looked down at my tits. Both nipples were bleeding and every inch of my huge tits was covered with marks. Suddenly I had had enough.
"Ssstttopp... aahhh stop... enoughffff."
Three more landed, then that was it.
Guys stood around me. Belts hanging from hands just as limp as the cocks hanging out of zippers. The group on the floor came to a shuttering halt.
It was over.
The men, looking quite sheepish, began to depart. Each leaving a pile of quarters resting on the closest TV.
The guys stood up from the woman as she lay panting on the floor. Only the one she came with stayed with her and held her in his arms as she slowly calmed.
Then there were only the four of us. Stephen, the other couple and me. And twenty-four TVs flickering away down the hallway.
Stephen produced the key and unlocked my handcuff. I lowered my arms and almost cried when the blood rushed back to my arms and hands as I buried my face in Stephen's chest.
"I'll go get some wet paper towels from the john. I'll be right back."
The other man gave the gal a kiss and walked away. The woman sat up and leaned against the wall.
"Do you do this sort of thing often," she asked.
"Would you believe it's the first?"
I could tell by her expression that she didn't believe me. "If you say so. What prompted it anyway? It didn't look like you were in disagreement."
"I ahh I wasn't. It ah just happened."
"Do you always carry around handcuffs on the off chance that you'll feel like getting the shit beat out of you from nine guys?"
"No. As a matter of fact, we just bought them downstairs a while ago. But I've ah been addicted to receiving pain for some time."
"I can understand that, if you react the same way you did here. That's one damned active cunt you've got lady. I've never had one that came so fast. Hell," she began to laugh, "If you aren't dehydrated it's a miracle. I haven't gotten that much juice out of five women before."
For some reason we all found her words to be very funny and were laughing our heads off when the guy returned with the wet paper towels and asked what was so funny. Which naturally made us laugh even more.
It was some time before Betty, the other woman, and I were clean enough to don clothes again. But when we did the four of us left together.
We picked up our bag of purchases and walked out to the cool night.
It seemed quite natural that the four of us went to a nearby cafe to grab a drink and a bite to eat. And it was even more natural that our talk turned to the subject of sex.
Chapter Eight
After our frank talk the night of the peep show, it was very easy to become friends with Mike and Betty.
The four of us had laid it all on the line. We didn't hide anything from each other and found out that we had a lot in common.
Neither Mike nor Betty were adverse to laying on the strap, hut neither wanted to be the recipient and had had several arguments over the two years of their marriage. They eagerly volunteered to beat the shit out of me, even with the knowledge that Mike could never touch me. My insistence on marital faithfulness didn't cause any problems either.
Consulting our schedules, it was two weeks before we could get together.
We exchanged telephone numbers then headed our separate ways after stating our various fantasies.
The next morning in the bright light of day, it seemed unreal what had happened the night before. My body gave ample evidence that it had happened, but it was still hard to believe.
Stephen and I had several discussions over the two week interval about what had transpired and even more so over what had been said at the cafe afterwards.
It was hard to believe that we were going to participate in a modified swing. We would watch and be watched by Mike and Betty, no swapping of spouses. It was easier to believe that my body would accommodate three attackers, but even that seemed unreal in the light of day even after the night before.
But it was all planned. Well, to some extent it was. All any of us had to do was call the others to cancel. None of us did and they arrived on schedule.
Jason was packed off to grandma's. The lights were dimmed. The VCR was ready to play any of the five tapes we had rented. Coffee was perking away in the kitchen and wine was being chilled in the fridge.
At precisely eight o'clock the doorbell rang.
I couldn't help it, I jumped. Stephen gave me an understanding smile and answered the door.
"Hi Stephen, everything set?"
"Your directions were perfect. How's Bev?"
"Come on in and see for yourself."
Then they were standing in the doorway of the living room. Somehow I got enough strength in my legs to greet them.
"Betty, Mike, can I offer you a drink or something?"
"I'll take a soda."
"Mike?"
"Got a beer?"
"Sure. Be right back."
By the time I returned to the living room they were all seated and the picture on the TV screen was frozen in a spot that showed a woman being pulled into a torture room.
"Here let me give you a hand, Bev." Betty took the drinks from me and distributed them to Mike and Stephen as I more or less crashed onto the sofa next to Stephen.
"They were eager to start. You don't object do you?"
"N... no. It just seemed sort of sudden is all. I wasn't expecting things to go so fast."
"There is no rush, Bev. Take your time. We can stop at any time. Just lean back here and enjoy the movie."
Stephen pushed a button and the movie unfroze as the four of us sat back to watch.
With arms around spouses we watched the woman being drug into the torture room. It was quit a setup. There were all kinds of dastardly implements in evidence: whips, canes, crops, gags, harness hung from the walls, dildos in assorted sizes, shapes and colors and too many other things to take in at a glance.
The woman was very scantily dressed in a sheer nightgown of deep blue. She gave only a token of resistance to the man in leather pants and boots as he pulled her over to a wooden beam and began to fasten her wrists to it with padded cuffs.
I was heating up fast.
Little time passed before the man raised the beam with her attached. When she was on tiptoes he stopped the ascent and walked away to get a knife. Using the knife he proceeded to cut away her nightgown with a slow threatening procedure that sent chills up and down my arms.
I cuddled into Stephen's warmth as his hand dropped to my heaving left breast. While at the other end of the couch Mike and Betty were groping for handholds too.
When the man began to whip the gal with a slender switch Stephen gave my nipple ring a health jerk as I pressed more tit into his hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike's hand disappear inside of Betty's top and as it wiggled around so did she.
Using his right hand Stephen unbuttoned my top and soon both hands were working away at my nipple rings and horny tits. Mike had made similar progress with Betty.
Twenty-two. I counted them. Twenty-two times the man whipped the woman before she gave her first scream.
I was definitely getting hot. Both by the movie and by Stephen and peaking at Mike and Betty. It was like watching a movie within a movie. One on the TV the other at the other end of the couch.
Very stimulating. Especially so when Stephen clipped the serrated nipple clip onto my nipples and gave the connecting chain a solid jerk.
"Mmmuuum... "
"Like that don't you Bev? You like your tits pulled and the clips cutting into them?"
"Yyyesss." What else could I say? I did like it. More than like it, I craved it. Both the attention and the pain inflicted.
Two blouses were lying on the floor as the man in the movie changed weapons and came at the woman with a very stiff riding crop that really sank into her and raised red welts on her tits, ass and back.
Then before I knew what had happened, Stephen grabbed me, flipped me around and I landed ass up on across his lap. My skirt was flipped up my back and before I could protest if I wanted to, his hand was landing on my eager posterior.
"Yyyessss spankkk my asss goood."
Betty was nude, I don't know how or when that happened, and Mike's mouth was plastered to her nipple. I could literally hear him sucking away and just knew he was forming a damned hicky.
"Suck herr titt goood. Spank mmmyyy assss."
Both men did, as in the movie the man was shoving his cock up the woman's willing cunt from behind as his hands worked her tits back and forth across her heaving chest.
By then my ass was rosy red and beginning to ache. I wanted more and wasn't adverse in stating so.
"Hhittt me harrdder... beat mmyy assss."
At my words Mike and Betty disengaged from each other and came toward me. In an instant my wrists were cuffed in the handcuffs and Mike was pulling my arms across the couch as Betty knelt beside me and added her hand to my ass.
"Yyyessss... ssppank me spank me harder. Make it hurttt."
I felt Stephen spread his legs further apart which caused mine to spread apart and Betty took advantage. Her hand was knuckles deep up my cunt in no time. And boy, did she ever find the right spots to touch.
"Mike. Open the bag at the end of the couch and see if you can't find something interesting."
Stephen's words course right through me. I knew what that bag contained. Our personal collection of sexual aides'.
I heard the zipper open.
"You're quit right, Stephen. I do find something very interesting in here. How about a paddle, Bev?"
"Yyyessss paddle meee... spankkk me."
And they did. The three of them alternated blows to my ass as Betty kept her talented hand working away in my dripping cunt. I was getting there. No doubt about it. I was horny and about to explode.
Hand, paddle, hand, hand, paddle. They alternated on my willing hot ass. Betty found the magic spot and I screamed out for all to hear that I was coming.
I don't think they needed me to vocalize it. It was obvious. My whole body tensed then shook as I washed Betty's hand and they kept the blows coming my way.
My first release seemed to be a signal of some sorts and the four of us were quickly rearranged.
Stephen more or less dumped me on the couch face down and filled my hot cunty they next instance as Mike and Betty claimed the floor for their own enjoyment. As on screen the man was now tying the woman across a sawhorse backwards.
As Stephen claimed my cunt the man on the TV began to lick away at the woman's cunt that was facing the ceiling. She didn't object in the least and neither did Betty and I as our husbands brought us to completion.
As the four of us collected our ragged breath the couple on the TV were still going at it. He attached some sort of toothed ring to her tits, cutting into her full tits as he slide it to her chest wall then fastened it around her to hold it in place. Taking up a set of self-piercing rings he approached her spread cunt and as the camera zoomed in we watched as he pierced her cunt lips with the rings.
I couldn't control myself. "Yesss that's what I want done tonight. Pierce my cunt lips and my clit with the rings. I've waited two weeks for it to happen."
"You sure Bev?" Brushing some hair away from my eyes Stephen looked concerned.
"I'm positive. I want it. Tonight. Now. With Mike and Betty helping you. Please Stephen."
"OK. But we'll have to tie you up. There is no way you can hold still for that."
"Yes tie me up. Pierce me. Make my body sing with the pain."
And they did. It took a while to tie me to some pot hangers in the living room. My arms were raised way up. I was standing on tiptoe as Stephen and Betty used a mop handle to tie my legs apart like a spreader bar.
When they were finished, I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't even turn around with the handle holding my legs like that.
I was going to get my cunt lips pierce. But first Mike popped the tape out and slid a new one in. As the first one hummed away in the rewinder the second came on.
The opening shot was a woman's cunt. Her bare cunt. Complete with cunt and clit rings like I was going to have shortly. A string was attached to her clit ring. The string was pulling her clit. Pulling and pulling some more until her clit was at least three inches long.
Her scream filled the living room as the string pulled even more. She arched her hips up as much as possible but the string just kept pulling and. pulling her clit until it was an unbelievable four inches long.
I sympathized with her and envied her at the same time. That's what I wanted done to me. Pull my clit. Hang weights from all of my rings after they were installed. Five rings could hold an assortment of items. All beautifully painful for the owner.
As Stephen and Betty each knelt in front of me Mike took up a bundle of switches and tormented my eager tits.
"Yyesss beat my ttits while they pierce meee."
I felt both lips being pulled down as on screen a hand appeared at the end of the string. It was a woman's hand, complete with nail polish and rings. The woman bent forward. Her tongue touched the string and she followed it to End. Her tongue curled around the stretched clit. And...
I screamed as both self-piercing rings popped through my cunt lips at the same time. Mike peppered my breasts with the switches. And I shamefully came.
My hips snapped forward into the pain, in esthetic pleasure, in unadulterated lust. And as I kept my pain filled crotch forward I felt Betty's small finger circle my clit. She pressed the tiny hood into my pubic bone and two tiny spots of cold pressed into the sides of my clit.
I was about to get my clit pierced.
The self-piercing needle popped through one side, slithered through the center and popped out the other. My clit was pierced and I came again.
Looking down I saw my new gold prize twitch up and down as my clit did. The gold shimmered in the light. I love it. The pain was only temporary but the future uses were almost unlimited.
"Fuckkk meee... Stephennnn fuckkk meee."
I was totally self-centered.
Stephen fucked my ass. Betty licked and slurped away at my newly pierced cunt and clit as Mike whipped my tits with the switches.
I came. Oh God did I ever come with the triple stimulations.
When they finally pulled away from me, all I could think about was the night was still young.
