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Warning: Following story contains M/F F/M semicons. spanking/strapping and
sex.  Not intended for readers under 18 years of age.

            NEW PLATEAUS:  Part Two
            by
            Jumper

     As Charles' penis hardened in Darla's mouth, she thought, what a
delightful
sensation.  The glans was as soft as a sponge, the skin as smooth as
velvet, all surrounding a rod that was as hard as steel.  What a bundle of
wonderful contradictions, just like the man it belonged to.  Charles could
be so gentle and patient at times, especially when he had licked her into
an orgasm on their last date, but this time he had angrily savaged her
buttocks till they stung and throbbed constantly.  And she realized that
was just the beginning.  Now that the door to this new arrangement was
open there was no going back,  just like Pandora's box.      She would do
anything he demanded; she was indeed his love slave.  And her belly
tightened with fear as she wondered just how far he would go.  Her bottom
pulsated with pain, and she realizedthat was a sensation she needed to get
used to as well.  As she sucked, Darla felt stirrings in her vagina.
     She heard Charles groan as his penis probed the back of her throat;
she felt a brief gagging sensation, but she relaxed her muscles and took
him even deeper.  Then as he slowly withdrew, she tightened her lips and
wrapped her tongue around the mushroom tip of his shaft.  His
prelubrication tasted salty, a taste she had found faintly repulsive in
other men, which is why she avoided oral sex;  but this time she couldn't
get enough as she sucked and probbed with her tongue, trying to get each
drop.  And she realized it was the throbbing of her buttocks that was
making her so incredibly horney, that had completely stripped her of her
inhibitions.
     Then she heard his voice,  "I want to do you too."  She rose to her
knees so that her butt was sticking up in the air, while maintaining her
grip on his penis with her mouth.  His hands gripped her thighs and helped
her arrange herself, with her knees on each side of his head, and her
splayed vagina directly over his mouth.  She moaned as his tongue parted
her lower lips and probed directly into her orifice. Wonderful sensations
rippled up and down her thighs and throughout her groin, and she gasped,
momentarily releasing her grip on his penis.
     A hard slap on her right buttock brought her back to reality.  Since
her bottom was already burning, it was an especially excruciating blow. 
"Keep sucking,"  he demanded, then his tongue went back to more
pleasurable things, and her mouth bobbed up and down his shaft with
renewed vigor. 
     His hands were now tender as they massaged her ravaged butt with
soothing
circular motions.  As he parted her cheeks, she was startled to feel his
tongue probe at her anus.  Gasping with pleasure at such an unusual
sensation, Darla's lips momentarily released its grip on his penis.  Then
he spanked her on her left buttock, and she flinched with the pain but
quickly regained her grip on his shaft, sucking more vigorously.
     "Very good," he whispered, then his tongue flicked across her anus
again,
slathering her with his juices.  Finally, his tongue returned to her
vagina and she moaned, but carefully maintained her grip on his penis this
time, and her head continued to bob up and down its length.  His fingers
probed her orifice, becoming slippery with her copious flow. 
     Then he probed at her back opening again, applying pressure with a
lubricated
digit, and suddenly Darla realized he meant to penetrated her anus,
something she had never allowed any man.  "No!" she said.  His finger
withdrew, but the spanking returned with slow, deliberate motions like a
metronome, one cheek at a time.  And still she kept her mouth tight,
vigorously sucking his penis as if her life depended on it.  If only she
had allowed Charles to stick his finger in her butt, she wouldn't have to
endure this further punishment, she realized. 
    But as painful as the additional blows on her bruised buttocks were,
it seemed to paradoxically add to the pleasure of his tongue and triggered
a copius flow, which he eagerly lapped up with a controlled frenzy.  And
then the earthquake was upon her, the epicenter at the tip of his tongue,
the tremors shooting in all directions throughout her body, engulfing her
mind.  For a brief moment she felt as if she were on the ceiling looking
down at their entwined bodies with their faces buried in each other's
crotches, her scarlet butt criss-crossed with livid, narrow welts from his
belt.
     Then gradually Darla regained control over herself and felt his hands
gently rubbing her sore buttocks, massaging away the stinging pain till
she felt only a deep throbbing in perfect resonance with the after-tremors
of her orgasm.  With a thrill of excitement, she realized that never in
her life had she experienced two orgasms in one night.  And she realized
his penis was still jammed into the back of her throat, and it was still
rock-hard.  So it wasn't over yet after all.    
    "I want to come in your mouth,"  he said.  And suddenly she wanted it
too, a favor she had never given any man, and indeed had avoided like the
plague.  She wanted to feel his essence gushing into mouth, flowing down
her throat.  But not just yet.  She let his penis withdraw from her mouth
and just stared at its glowing, purple head for a moment, then rubbed it
on her cheeks, smearing their combined juices over her milky skin. 
     Suddenly, she flinced with the renewed pain of another spank, which
is exactly
what she had been waiting for; but still she didn't stuff his penis back
into her mouth.  Instead, she went lower and began licking his scrotum,
delighting in the sensation of his hairs scraping across her tongue. 
Again, his hand fell heavily on her bottom as he started the same cadence
he had drummed so efficiently before: left, right, left, right ...
     And suddenly Darla took him in her mouth as deep as possible, then a
little deeper, proud of herself for the new-found flexibility of her
throat.  Linda Lovelace had nothing on her.  His tongue renewed its
lapping on her twin orifices, and she almost screamed with pleasure.  Then
the spanks returned, more forceful this time as he continued to spank one
cheek at a time, left, right, then back to the left again.  She realized
that the punishment would continue till he came in her mouth , all because
she hadn't let him stick his finger in her butt.
     With renewed frenzy she pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth as
he furiously licked and spanked her toward yet another orgasm.  Suddenly,
he stiffened, thrusting deeper into her throat and she knew the moment had
arrived just as the volcano erupted once again in her own belly.  This
time hot lava shot into her mouth with forceful creamy spurts that
splashed against the back of her throat.  She swallowed fast and furious,
but the lava spewed faster than she could handle it.  Suddenly, it seeped
out the corners of her mouth and her lips lost their grip.  His shaft
popped free, spitting the last of its load on her forehead and cheeks, and
she felt his cum seeping down her face as she swallowed what was left in
her mouth.  Then she licked every ridge and cranny of his shaft clean, as
the glow of her own orgasm began to fade. 
     Finally, she snuggled into his arms totally exhausted from pleasure. 
Her head was on his shoulder, as he finger-painted the creamy goo on her
face,  smearing it into a white mask.  His movements were slow and dreamy
as if he'd had enough too.  "Let it dry like that," he murmured, as his
hand fell away.  And already she could feel his cum tightening her skin
like a good facial.
     "So what do we do now?"  she teased.
     She was answered by his snore.  She tightened her hug then glanced
down at his penis, which lay limp and lifeless on his belly.  With a heavy
sigh, she realized she was exactly where she wanted to be, glowing and
exhuasted in her spent lover's arms.  But it hadn't always been like this.
 None of her previous lovers had satisfied her this intensely, not that
there had been all that many.  Martin had been the worst;  and Darla
suddenly realized that Charles was demanding, willing to go after whatever
he wanted, but giving at the same time, careful to see that he gave her an
orgasm before he took his own. 
     Not Martin; he had been demanding too, but once he got what he
wanted, he didn't care if Darla got an orgasm or not.  Not that Martin had
ever spanked her, quite the opposite in fact.  He had wanted to be on the
receiving end.  It had started on their third date, which happened to be
Martin's birthday.  She had bought dinner at an expensive restaurant, and
gave him a thick gold chain.  It had been a lovely evening, and back at
his apartment they had attempted to make love for the very first time. 
But he could not attain an erection, even though his kisses and caresses
had totally inflamed her body.  She had even tried sucking him to an
erection, but she had hated the way he tasted and quickly abandoned that
approach, not that it did any good.  He had remained soft and limp between
her lips.  
     "Perhaps you should give me a birthday spanking,"  Martin had said,
and she wasshocked at his words.  "Sometimes that gets my motor started." 
Another time she might have stomped out of his apartment in an angry huff,
but she was too horny for that.  And suddenly she realized that had been
his plan all along.  To get her so aroused, that she would go along with
this rather bizarre request.  And she agreed.
     She had him stand up and touch his toes, with his testicles hanging
down between his legs; then she smacked his hairy butt with a ping pong
paddle.  He did not possess a ping pong table in his tiny apartment, so
she knew that he had acquired the paddle for this specific purpose.  And
the grip of the handle was well-worn, so he must do this a lot.  His left
butt cheek quivered under her first swat, but otherwise looked unchanged.
     "Harder," he had said.
     She smacked the other cheek, this time hard enough to bring up a
slight pink cast.  He twitched, then said, "Come on, really give it to me.
 Don't hold back."  So she slammed the paddle against his buttocks as hard
as she could, eliciting a red splotch on both cheeks.  Gasping, he
stumbled forward and said,  "That's it!  Again."  And she began in
earnest, paddling first one cheek then the other in a flurry of blows,
until his butt reached an intense scarlet hue with raised welts. 
     And suddenly she was enjoying the power in her hand.  As she paddled
furiously, his scrotom tightened and his erection slowly grew until a
fairly impressive pole jutted out from Martin's body.  With one final slam
on his buttocks, Martin whirled and pushed her back onto the sofa;
arranging her legs on his shoulders so her toes were near his ears, he
roughly entered her splayed vagina which was ready to accept him with
flowing juices. 
     But just as Darla was falling into the rhythm of his motions with
pleasure of her
own, he suddenly spasmed and groaned, and she felt his hot juices spurt
into her body.  Then it was over and he collapsed on the carpet between
her legs.  For one hopeful moment she thought he was going to lick her
genitals, but he slid on down until he was laying on his side, and within
seconds he was asleep.
     Meanwhile, Darla had rested her feet on the coffee table with her
legs spread wide.  It had all happened so fast, that at first she thought
he was joking, but she soon realized he was cruelly serious.  Her
frustrated vagina was gaping and juicy, but she realized that Martin had
no intention of filling her needs. She fingered herself to an orgasm, but
it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the real thing, especially when an erect
penis had been so readily available, had actually been pumping away inside
of her. 
     Meanwhile, Martin had rolled onto his belly, and the scarlet glow of
his bottom was gradually fading to pink.  Then he began snoring, and Darla
knew he was out for the night. She quietly got dressed and left.  The next
two dates were similar.  Martin would hand her the paddle as soon as she
entered his apartment.  And he was always breathless as he said,  "Will
you do the honors?"   There was never any foreplay, and she was always
left totally frustrated, her vagina screaming out for release.  But he
never cared, snoring away completely satisfied and totally oblivious to
her needs. 
     On their last date, Darla was completely fed up.  Martin didn't even
bother to
undress her, before he turned around and dropped his pants to his ankles,
and she could see the fading bruises from their previous encounter over a
week ago  She must have spanked him harder than she realized, but somehow
she felt no guilt.  The selfish bastard deserved it. 
     By this time, the paddle felt like an extension of her own hand, as
she paddled his buttocks, sometimes catching Martin dead center, other
times on the left or right cheek, and sometimes on the lower curve where
cheek meets thigh.  And this seemed to hurt him the most, as if that was
his most sensitive spot.  He always rose on his toes, and screamed out for
more, especially when she gripped the paddle with both hands and swung it
like a baseball bat with a loud meaty smack at the end of the arc.
     Finally, on this last encounter when he was finally ready, he didn't
even do her the minimal favor of cumming in her vagina, since she was
fully clothed. Apparently, he didn't want to take the time to whip off her
jeans.  Instead, he pushed her to the floor with her back against the seat
cushion, then rammed his erection into her mouth. 
     He knew she hated that, but he didn't seem to care as he furiously
raped her mouth for a few strokes, then erupted down the back of her
throat.  Not only did she hate the salty taste, but she felt abused.  He
hadn't even bothered to kiss her, that's how little he cared about her
needs.
     As Martin collapsed into his usual snore, she was furious.  She was
only a spanking machine to him, that and a sperm receptable, and she
finally realized that she was not in the least special to Martin.  She was
just a matter of convenience.  Any woman could fill his needs.  Well, it
wouldn't be this woman anymore, Darla vowed as she gained her feet.  Some
of his cum had dribbled from the corner of her mouth, so she used his
shirt to wipe it off.  Then she glared down at his sleeping body.  He had
rolled onto his stomach and his glowing buttocks were marked by red
blotches and huge welts.  She had paddled him harder than ever, but even
though she had brought him complete satisfaction, she still hadn't
hammered out all her anger and frustration.  Martin had never phyically
abused her,
except through neglect, but she felt totally used and abused.  
     Consumed by anger, Darla did not stop to consider what she was doing,
as she
arranged Martin's hands on either side of the leg of the heavy sofa and
bound them
together with his belt.  He slept through the entire proceedure.  Then she
pulled her own belt out of the loops, drawing it taut - snapping it
between her hands.
     Picking her target, Darla cracked the belt across his shoulders,
leaving a thin red line across his pale flesh, which quickly rose into a
welt.  He jerked awake, suddenly and painfully.  "What the hell!"  Then
she cut him across his back again, forming an X with the new welt.  "Damn!
 That hurts!"  He tried to sit up, and that's when he realized he was
bound to the sofa.
     Crack!  Because Martin was wiggling, Darla's belt struck him lower
this time across the small of the back, and he yelped like a hurt puppy. 
"Bitch!"  But without a word, Darla struck him again with deliberate
cruelty, then again across his side as he tried to twist away from her
fury.  Then he was facing her, and he screamed as her belt struck first
one nipple then the other.
     Then his penis came into view, and she gave it the most savage blow
of all, right across the sensitive mushroom head.  With another scream
that threatened to shatter the windows, Martin rolled onto his belly, and
Darla began whipping him in earnest, repeatedly slicing up and down the
entire lengh of his body from head to toe, until he looked like a barber
pole. In her fury, Darla completely ignored his pleas for mercy.
     Darla didn't realize she was drawing blood, until she noticed flecks
of red on the
back of her hand.  And abruptly the anger was gone, and she realized that
several of Martin's welts were bleeding, and one cut across both buttocks
might be deep enough to require stitches.  Then she realized that Martin
was not screaming any more, not even moaning; he was unconsious.  Is he
dead?  No, he was breathing, and an eyelash flicked.  Horrified at what
she had done, Darla dropped her belt, and unbound his hands.
     He woke up while she was dousing his wounds with hydrogen peroxide,
and he
tried to sit up, but Darla pushed him back onto his belly without a
protest, and he quietly let her tend to his wounds.  "What the hell got
into you?"  he finally asked as she bandaged the more intense wounds.
     "I'm so sorry," she said.  "I was pissed off.  You wouldn't let me
cum.  I don't know what came over me.  I'm so sorry."
    "Sorry?"  he said with a weak grin.  "Don't be.  That was incredible."
 Then he sat up and she saw a gooey spot where his penis had been resting.
 He had cum again!  He had actually enjoyed that savage beating, she
realized.  She had beat him to another orgasm, and she still hadn't
achieved any sort of satisfaction for herself.  And the smug bastard
actually sat there smiling at her;  and she had actually felt sorry for
him, actually treated his wounds.
     Once again consumed by anger, Darla drew back her hand and slapped
Martin
across his face.  His head snapped back, and a red handprint quickly
appeared across his cheek.  "Hey!  Now what did I do?"  But he was talking
to her back, as she stormed from his apartment.
     Over the next few weeks Martin kept phoning, but Darla didn't return
any of his
calls.  His taped messages kept begging her to do it again.  But she hated
herself for giving in so completely to anger; and she hated him for being
so indifferent to her needs.  Martin's calls were so persistent that she
eventually changed her number. 

     Martin had been her last lover until Charles came into her life. 
Darla hadn't trusted herself, was afraid of what she would do if she came
up against another bastard as selfish as Martin.  She might actually kill
someone if she got angry enough.  She still felt guilty and about all the
injuries she had given Martin.  That's why she had told Charles she
deserved to be spanked.  Not just because of the ruined dinner, but for
what she had done to Martin.  She had intended the spanking to be her
penance, but she had never expected to derive such exquisite pleasure from
it.  
     True, her buttocks still burned from the punishment, but she was
surprised that she didn't resent the pain in the least.  After all, she
was still content in the afterglow of the two intense orgasms Charles had
given her.  It had all been more than worth it, anyway you looked at it.
     Charles' cum had dried on Darla's face, pulling her flesh taut; but
she refused to
wash it off, obeying his last command.  Darla realized that she loved
Charles more than ever, and she would do anything he asked or demanded. 
Anything.  Then she followed Charles into slumber, dreaming of the days
when Martin's hairy buttocks had wiggled and burned under her paddle.  If
only Charles would let her do that to him, was her last waking thought, as
her loins once again began to glow with pleasure.

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