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Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!
Copyright (C) 1995 by FM. All Rights Reserved. Free distribution via
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***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
Okay, here it is. My first posting of a FIVE STAR STORY! Five star
stories are very special to me, as they are serious erotic literature.
This one is one of my first Five Star stories, and one of my very
favorites. I hope you will treasue it as much as I do. Your responses,
both critical and complimentary, are encouraged and appreciated.
Frank
(The Flogmaster)
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The Couple
The Flogmaster
Part 2
Jenna stared at him in horror, blood drained from her face. "Leave
you!" she gasped, clutching her hands to her breast. "Darling I could
_never_ leave you. *NEVER!* My own life would leave me before I could
walk out that door. This existence we have is a living hell but it is
nothing without a future. I have hope that we can work this out, that we
can be happy again. Without you I should never be happy!"
William's face brightened slightly. "Then you are not asking for a
divorce?"
"A divorce! Never!" Jenna stared at him in amazement. "I love you,
William Henry Bailey! I will never leave you or forsake you. Trust me on
that one."
There was an awkward moment of silence after that comment and Jenna
began to cry. "Can we never escape it's shadow?" William whispered. He
reached out and lifted Jenna's chin so he could see her eyes. "Don't
cry, Jenna. I believe you. I really do. But if you did not want a
divorce, what did you want from me?"
Jenna looked at him and dried her tears. "I had an idea. It's a
little radical. I don't know if you will agree to it. But I want you to
consider it, please. I think it might help both of us get through this."
"What is your idea?"
"Do you remember me telling you the story of Princess Angela?"
William nodded. He remembered the story well--Jenna had told it to
him during an intimate moment a few months prior to their engagement. It
was a very personal story, and it had brought them closer together.
When Jenna was a young girl, probably about six or seven, she had
coveted a beautiful doll belonging to her older sister Mary. It was a
large doll, about eighteen inches tall, and dressed like a princess.
Though Mary had many dolls, Princess Angela was one of Mary's favorites.
One afternoon Jenna borrowed the doll. She took it with her to her
"secret place" in the woods. But during her play she dropped the doll in
some mud, and the spotless doll was horrible dirty. Fearing reprisals,
little Jenna hid the doll and pretended ignorance when asked later if
she had seen it.
Mary was certain that Jenna had stolen it, but there was no proof.
Jenna's mother even searched Jenna's room but couldn't find it, and her
father refused to punish her without evidence. Mary was furious and
refused to speak to Jenna for months afterward, scorning Jenna with the
limitless spite of the young and female.
For a while Jenna had thought she had escaped her fate and was
content. She even managed to play with the doll occasionally, but still
kept it hidden in the woods, afraid of discovery.
After a short time, however, Jenna discovered the doll rarely
brought her joy anymore but only feelings of shame and fear. She played
with it less and less, and soon hardly at all. The weather had begun
working its destructive powers on the fragile toy, and soon the doll was
barely recognizable as Princess Angela, her beautiful gown in shreds,
her skin peeling, and her golden hair faded.
Jenna felt horrible about these changes. Like any child with a doll,
her maternal instincts were fierce. She felt it inhuman to leave the
poor Angela outdoors, but she was terrified her father would spank her
if he discovered she'd stolen the doll.
At night Jenna could hardly sleep she was so distraught over what
she'd done. Weeks passed and Jenna grew more and more depressed and
Princess Angela looked more and more like Peasant Angela.
Finally Jenna could stand it no longer. She ran to her father and
gave him poor Angela, sobbing and crying. Her father, realizing with
wonder that she cared more about the condition of the plastic doll than
her own impending punishment, was moved to compassion. He did not spank
Jenna, much to Mary's fury, who thought Jenna should be "spanked a
thousand times" for her crimes.
Jenna's punishment was to buy Mary a new doll and pay back the money
with months of household chores, and she was forbidden to watch
television for one month. Mary thought this wildly unfair and told this
to Jenna and their parents any chance she could. For months afterword
Mary continued to persecute poor Jenna, who was beside herself with
shame and grief. She begged Mary to forgive her but Mary refused, and
though the two sisters are wonderful friends today, it was a long time
before they would speak to each other.
"Do you remember I told you Mary refused to forgive me?" Jenna asked
and I nodded. "No matter how I begged and pleaded she would not, saying
that father had never even punished me, that I was his favorite, that I
was _spoiled_. I remember that phrase in particular," said Jenna, her
face showing her distaste in a delightfully animated manner. "Like
rotten meat, I was _spoiled_. It horrified me. I cried myself to sleep
at night for weeks, and I had dreams of my father throwning me away
because I was spoiled."
Jenna smiled. "A little silly, I know. But I was young and prone to
imagination. I don't think I ever told you this, but an important part
of that story for me was what happened next. I finally couldn't stand it
any more and so I went to my father and through my tears I asked him to
spank me. I told him that I deserved a spanking, that I couldn't feel
clean until he spanked me.
"But my father refused. He was angry when he heard how Mary was
treating me, and he told me he had half a mind to spank _her_, which
thoroughly terrified me. How unbearable would she make my life if he did
that? I finally convinced him to not punish her, but he would not punish
me further, saying that my conscionce had punished me enough."
Jenna had stood up during the last part of this tale and picked up a
long, narrow box on the dining room table. She presented it to William,
her eyes conveying her apprehension.
"Please, William, do not make the same mistake my father made. Do
not let me live in shame and without closure. I _need_ this. I deserve
this. Please."
William looked at Jenna in puzzlement and was moved by her earnest
tears. He smiled gently and kissed her cheek. "I love you so much," he
whispered, his voice hoarse with effort. "I'll do whatever you want me
to."
Jenna did not speak but only looked at the box. William understood
and opened it carefully. Inside, wrapped in tissue paper, lay a long,
flat object. It took him a moment to understand what it was, and he
gasped in amazement.
"Jenna! You've got to be joking!"
She shook her head and lifted the large paddle from the box. It was
made of heavy white leather, with a sturdy wooden handle. The blade was
thin but stiff, and quite long, perhaps eighteen inches. It was only a
half a dozen inches wide, but William realized the paddle would pack
quite a wallop.
"Jenna, you're an adult. This is crazy. I can't do this."
"You must, William. If you love me you must do it, for both our
sakes. It is the only way to end this, to finish it for good, for ever."
"Do you have any idea what you are saying?"
"William, I know _exactly_ what I am saying. I want you to spank me,
to paddle me. I did wrong and deserve to be punished. Don't think of
this as wife beating or some such nonsense. I'm doing this willingly. I
_want_ to do this. Don't even think of me as your wife, if that helps.
Think of me as a naughty child needing correction. Whatever works. But
please do this. If you don't we will never be able to get past this. It
took my sister and I years for us to have anything close to a normal
relationship, but that was because of a simple childish incident. For
you and I it could be _never_ having the relationship we once had."
William looked at Jenna in astonishment. She was so forceful, so
confident. It was the old Jenna back again, her face vibrant and
excited. He felt aroused by her presence and her passion, and he longed
to hold her in his arms again, to feel her body against his.
He thought carefully about what she was saying. The idea was so
foreign to him he wanted to dismiss it without even considering it, but
he realized it did make sense. After all, she _had_ done wrong and
deserved to be punished. It was just that as adults, physical punishment
was not usually one of the options. But she seemed to think it was
appropriate somehow, and in spite of his reluctance, William found an
animal part of himself that _liked_ the idea of spanking his wife, of
pysically punishing her for what she'd done, for what she'd put them
through.
"It's only physical pain," Jenna whispered in his ear. "I'll survive
it fine. It's nothing permanent, not like our relationship."
William thought more about it and discovered to his horror that he
really liked the idea. It made sense to him. It was clean and efficient
and simple. And to be done with it--to get this hellish aspect out of
their lives forever.
"Jenna," he said slowly. "This idea is really crazy, you know
that..."
"You'll do it, though, won't you?"
"Jenna, it's nuts!"
"But you'll do it?"
"Well, I must admit there's a part of me that is really tempted by
the idea. But I couldn't, I really couldn't."
"You must, Will. If you love me you'll do it!"
For a long while William was silent and Jenna let him alone to
think. She didn't push, but waited, knowing this was a decision he had
to make. Finally he spoke.
"_If_, and I do say _if_, because I haven't agreed yet, if we did
this, just, uh, how would we go about it?"
Jenna smiled calmly at him. "I thought we could do it right here on
the couch," she said leaping up to demonstrate. "I'd kneel like this and
lean over the back and you could spank my bottom. It'd work great!" She
was full of childish enthusiam as though he was giving her a trip to
Disneyland.
"Are you enjoying this," he whispered, only half a question in my
voice.
She shook her head. "I'm just happy that you will do this, Honey. It
means so much to me that you love me enough to do it..."
That killed the last bit of resistance in him. "Jenna, my darling,"
he whispered, "if I do this it will have to be real. I mean no
chickening out, no running home to mama halfway through. It will have to
be _real_ punishment, not pretend. You will have to go beyond what you
think you are capable of receiving. You will experience intense pain,
more pain than you can imagine. It will purify you, clean you. It will
seem unendurable. You will feel like you can't take any more and I'll
have to give you more. It will have to be a great sacrifice to you,
otherwise the punishment will be meaningless."
William finished this long speech and looked at Jenna breathlessly.
She was breathing heavily too, her eyes bright with wonder. "You _do_
understand," she whispered, her voice trembling in excitement. "I love
you so much Will!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around him.
After a long hug Jenna pulled away. "Let's get it over with, Honey.
Shall we do it now?"
"Are you sure you really want to do this? Are you sure it is really
necessary?"
"You know it is, Will. This will haunt us forever if we do not nip
it now. Let's do it!" Jenna stood and placed the paddle in William's
hands and moved the empty box to the table. She approached the couch a
little nervously but she was strong. Without hesitation she unfastened
her robe and let it fall beneath her.
She was completely naked underneath.
William looked at her in astonishment and with apprehension. Her
body was beautiful--the round, full breasts he loved to hold at night;
the long, elegant legs flowing from sleek hips; and though he couldn't
see them now, he remembered the fantastic curves of her smooth buttocks
well; and finally, that soft triangle of hair at her center, where all
her mysteries were explained. He swallowed uneasily.
"My God, you are gorgeous!" he exclaimed, and Jenna giggled.
"I thought you were mad at me."
William didn't answer, but his face grew serious and he motioned to
the couch. Jenna obediently knelt on the couch and bent across the back.
Her arms rested on the couch back while her breasts dangled just above
it. Her long dark hair came down, sheltering the sides of her face. Her
bottom stuck out behind her and William approached it cautiously, like
an artist appraising a work of art.
He touched her gently, her back arching with his contact. He gently
lifted her hands from the couch back and placed them behind her back.
"Hold them there," he said gently. "Arch your back more and don't you
dare slouch."
Jenna obeyed immediately, lifting herself taller and thrusting her
buttocks outward. Her breasts jutted forward and she felt incredibly
aroused, but she did not speak. William slipped his hand between her
legs and spread them, and Jenna gasped, her sex dripping with desire.
Her posture was so artificial she felt graceless, and her cheeks burned
with shame.
"This is your last chance to turn back, Jen," whispered William.
"Are you sure this really what you want?"
Jenna nodded fiercely and hissed. "Get it over with, Wil. This is
tougher than I thought. Be sure you don't slack on my account. Don't you
dare go easy on me. I love you too much to lose you that way."
William nodded and picked up the paddle. The handle felt large and
solid in his hand. He pressed on the flexible blade and it bent back,
though with increasing difficulty. The leather felt smooth and cool. He
did a few test swings in the air and then approached his wife.
Jenna was struggling to stay in her awkward position. She wriggled a
little, impatient for it to begin. She did not have long to wait.
William felt her bottom with his hand, pinching and kneading the
flesh a little, slapping it lightly with his hand a few times, just to
hear the sound. Jenna grunted and wiggled.
Pleased, William began the spanking. The first few smacks weren't a
problem for either of them. William was delighted with the way Jenna's
bottom bounced under the paddle, and she loved the flowing warmth that
flooded her bottom.
Again and again William brought the paddle hard across her buttocks,
and soon Jenna was feeling the pain. Tears were flowing down her face
and she was forced to increase her resolve to kneel patiently and accept
the fierce stinging.
Again and again she wanted to turn away, to run, to cover her poor
bottom with her hands, but she steeled herself against these temptations
and reminded herself of why she was in this position, of the time she
_hadn't_ used her willpower to do the right thing. The smack of the
spanks was deafening and she found herself frightened by the violence.
The spanking grew fiercer as William became engaged by the process,
enjoying the feel of her flesh through the paddle. He gave her
tremendous upward strokes that lifted her buttocks. He smacked her from
the sides, abusing one buttcheek and then other. He paddled the lower
portion of her buttocks, so close to her tender thighs and right near
her sex, exposed between her spread legs.
Jenna whimpered and moaned, and it was all she could do to keep her
bottom in position. In desperation she wiggled her buttocks, the paddle
continually striking her. She was upright now, her tears wetting her
hair and breasts.
William encouraged her, pausing and using his hand to rotate her
bottom in a circular motion. She complied almost eagerly, desperately,
frantically wagging her butt about in larger and larger circles as
William alternatively praised and critized her. She thrust her buttocks
out toward him and received the smart spanks from the paddle almost with
relish.
Jenna's bottom was already very red and William was growing worried.
He felt extremely aroused by the spanking, his wife's naked bottom, her
tears, and her humble acceptance of the terrible pain all turning him on
stronger than ever before in his life. He now knew he wanted to make it
last, to really punish her. If he paddled her too harshly he could
really hurt her, and he didn't want to do that.
Suddenly he had an idea. He ordered her off the couch onto the
floor, on her hands and knees. He was delighted when she obeyed without
question, without wonder. Urging her to crawl, he spanked her across the
room and back again. It was impossible, but his cock grew even harder at
the sight of her scurrying across the carpet to please him.
Continuing to spank her, he ordered her to arch her back even more,
to thrust her buttocks high into the air so he could spank them.
Sobbing, she complied, though the position was humiliating and slowed
her crawl speed considerably. He forced her down until her forehead was
against the floor and her breasts dragged across the carpet, the
hardened tips of her nipples rubbed raw.
They raced across the room, faster and faster, again and again,
William constantly urging Jenna to push her bottom higher, and smacking
her bottom each time she did so. Jenna was beside herself with terror
and frustration. She was desperately afraid of further stings from the
paddle, yet she desperately wanted to please her husband, to appease
him. Each time she struggled through some difficult task he would reward
her with more pain, but there was nothing to do but weep and obey, weep
and obey.
Tiring of chasing her, William returned to the couch and urged her
over the back. This time, however, he had her bend completely across the
back so her naked bottom was at the top of the couch back and she had to
brace herself with her hands on the floor.
This spanking really hurt, and she sobbed miserably and kicked her
legs in frustration. Her bottom was completely exposed in this position,
and William brought down the blows from high above, causing her more
pain in those few spanks than she had thought possible. Her breasts hung
heavy against her chest, and her hair was soaked with her tears. Though
she was glad the chasing was over, at least there had been some escape
in the movement--here there nothing but raw pain, her buttocks exposed
and vulnerable.
As the spanking continued, William studied his wife. He noted her
every reaction, the abandoned way she wept without shame, and how she
obeyed him even when it hurt her. He noted these things and many others,
and he loved her for them. But he realized he hadn't broken her yet,
really broke through to her inner self. She was suffering, yes, but
there were still tests for her to pass. How far would she go for his
love?
He pushed her further.
"Stand up," he ordered. "Now squat with your knees wide apart. Place
your hands behind your neck. Excellent." He was pleased with her quick
obedience. She was still crying and she was biting her lower lip in that
delicious fashion of hers, but he was pleased.
Setting the paddle aside he began to slap her breasts. Jenna had
large, round breasts. He loved to feel their weight, the way they swayed
as he slapped them. Jenna moaned and cried but did not speak. She
whimpered as he spanked her breasts again and again. He could feel her
nipples hardening. When she was clearly aroused, he had her turn her
buttocks to him and he spanked her soundly with the paddle. In the
squatting position this was excrutiating, and he forced her to waddle
about, her knees open wide to expose her sex.
Light welts were forming on her buttocks when he stopped. He had her
face him and with the paddle he poked and prodded her sex, watching her
squirm in delight, her face flushed with embarrasment at her shameless
desire.
Instructing her to stand he spanked her in that position, making
sure she kept her legs apart and her bottom relaxed, her hands gripped
frantically to the back of her neck.
"Jog in place," he commaned, and she obeyed. "Lift your knees high,
higher!" he ordered, smacking her delicate bottom with hard, upward
strokes. She wimpered and cried but obeyed, though it felt awkward and
graceless to run like that. Her breasts bounced heavily against her
chest and her sex dripped shamelessly.
He continued to spank her fiercely. She wept miserably, jogging
desperately, the loud spanks of the paddle making her frantic. She hurt
so much all she could think about was her bottom, the tender flesh raw
and blazing, of how it was possible to hurt so much, and what she must
look like. When she imagined how she looked, naked, jogging in place
with her hands gripped tightly to the back of her neck, her scarlet
buttocks bouncing wildly with her frenzied movement and each terrific
blow from the paddle, all she could do was cry, the tears dripping down
her cheeks and onto her trembling breasts.
When her flesh was growing heavily welted William stopped. He led
her to the couch and sat down, pulling her across his lap. She began to
cry again as she realized what he had in mind.
But he put down the paddle and began to cup and caress her buttocks
with his hands, kneading and pinching the the sore flesh. Jenna squealed
and struggled to keep still, to stop wiggling as he ordered, but her
buttocks were so sensitive that just the touch of his hand made her cry.
With his hand he began to spank her, heavy, noisy slaps that she
found even more humiliating than the paddle. It was because she was bent
across his lap, she thought, because he was so close. Through his jeans
she could feel his hardened sex against her thighs and it drove her
wild.
He spanked her long and hard, his hand scooping up her bottom with
each hard slap. He spanked her without rhythm, giving her a quick burst
of a dozen blows that felt like one continuous one, followed by a series
so slow that between the blows she wondered if he had forgotten her.
Occasionally he would stop and feel her bottom, asking her if it was
warm enough, if she was enjoying her punishment.
He bent his head and kissed the raw flesh of her buttocks, bringing
gasps and groans of pleasure from her mouth. He licked at the painful
welts.
It was at this moment that Jenna finally gave in. The moment was so
tender, so full of raw feeling, that Jenna completely gave herself over.
She abandoned herself. And when he roughly pried her buttocks apart,
ignoring her groans to be gentle, and touched the tip of his tongue to
her little pink anus, she threw herself into it, thrusting her buttocks
upward, her shame irrelevant. All that mattered was that he be pleased,
which he was.
His left hand grasped her breasts and squeezed them together,
pinching the nipples cruelly as he began to spank her again with the
paddle. She arched her back without his command and thrust her bottom
toward the paddle, eager to accept the pain to please her master.
When he had finished she lay on his lap sobbing, her body drained.
She felt exhausted. She knew it was finished, that she had survived, and
she was elated. William seemed pleased.
He rolled her over onto the carpet and dropped himself on top of
her, entering her quickly. He was certain his weight and the carpet were
cruel again her red bottom, but that was part of the punishment. As he
thrust himself into her with violent surges that brought wild gasps of
pain and pleasure from her, he reached around and squeezed her hot
buttocks. She was weeping and shuddering when he came.
It was over all too quickly. William rolled over and Jenna lay
gasping, her sex barely satisfied. She approached him the way she often
did, pleading with him to satisfy her fierce craving. This time he was
surprised to discover himself ready for her. He was already hard and she
mounted him in a squat. He reached up and fondled her breasts as she
pounded herself into him, her buttocks bouncing against his thighs. With
a tremendous groan that shocked him she came, flinging herself across
him with an abandon he found heart-wrenching.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. She turned to him and wiped
her sweat-stained hair from her eyes and smiled. "Thank you," was all
she said, but the world was in those two words. She laid her head on his
chest and in a moment she was asleep, her breathing even. Looking at her
William realized he hadn't see her so reposed in months. She looked
peaceful and relaxed and happy, truly happy.
With a gentle smile William caressed Jenna's hair. Then he closed
his eyes and laid back and slept.
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The Couple
The Flogmaster
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