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Rebekkah : Adriana’s Turn 2

Continued from Rebekkah: Adriana’s Turn

Maggie signalled her to wind down the window. Adriana was eyes-locked with Maggie. She felt the fear rise once again in her chest. She felt her hand move of its own accord to depress the window button. She watched the glass descend, and then Maggie’s head was through the window. Her eyes rotated to focus on the blond fuzz at her crotch. Adriana moved to cover herself, finally, but Maggie tutted her away, so she froze, exposed to her gaze. Maggie’s hand entered then, dipped between her legs and upwards, trailing along her wet groove. She lifted her finger and stared at the wetness. Finally, she spoke.

“Well, my little cupcake, here we are again. So what do we have here? Real thing too scary for this little girl, was it? But all alone, out here, the excitement got the better of you, hmmm?” Maggie trailed her finger along Adriana’s thighs, up and down, from knee to crotch. As she reached the juncture of her thighs, she pushed downwards, sliding a finger over her clit and along the moist groove. Adriana gasped, still too terrified to move as this dominant cowed her.

“Seems like that little episode with my ex-boyfriend and your slutty little friends got you all excited, didn’t it?” She punctuated her question by popping a fingertip inside, swirling in her juices.

Adriana gasped, and stammered, “I – I just, I don’t know …”

“Shhh, don’t make it worse,” she whispered, still probing her slit. “You know, I just whipped your bitchy friend Sarah raw before I found you here. Whipped her ass so hard with that riding crop you were trying to hide from me. She was screaming – almost came right there as I striped her arse. That bitch Rebekkah was gaging for me to whip her. I bet they’re back there now, whipping each other and fucking Josh. And here you are, wanking all alone. Too cowardly to join in with the big girls.”

Adriana had started to sob softly. The frustration, fear, anger, anxiety – all became too much. Maggie stopped her fingering and slapped her cheek again. “Shut that snivelling right now,” she snarled. “You three are all as bad as each other. You all probably trapped Josh in there with you, torturing him for your own pleasure, yet you didn’t have the balls to stand up and take your share of the blame. Well now, now’s your chance. I’m gonna whip your ass just like I did your friend. I’m sure you’ll love it just as much as she did. But first, I’m going to spank you like the little girl you are. Flip over – NOW!”

Terrified, Adriana quickly flipped herself over on the reclined seat, offering her naked cheeks for punishment. Maggie opened the door and leaned into the car, kneeling on the sill. She placed her hands on Adriana’s cheeks and eased them apart. Adriana tensed and Maggie rewarded her with a hard double-handed slap to both cheeks. She yelped, then, and forced herself to relax. Maggie again eased her cheeks apart to examine her most secret place, teasing her there with a finger tip, pushing past the resistance to pop inside. She pulled out and then spanked Adriana with hard, regular slaps, a set to the right, a set to the left. Soon Adriana was writhing and yelping as the pain built, but Maggie took no heed and spanked her harder until her cheeks were red and blotchy. Finally she stopped.

“Get up,” she ordered. Adriana took a moment to comply, and Maggie slapped her sharply. Adriana yelped and quickly curled her legs up and twisted onto the seat. “Now, get out and go to the back door, passenger side.”

Maggie led the way, pulled open the rear passenger door and sat down. Adriana stood by the door, jeans still at mid thigh. Maggie reached for her hadn and yanked her into the car so that she fell across her lap, legs outside. Maggie reached outside to push Adriana’s jeans down to her feet and off. She then adjusted Adriana on her lap and started up her spanking once more.

It was clear to Maggie that Adriana’s buttocks had desensitized to the regular spanking, so she focused on spanking her thigh tops, and then, by hooking her knee up, on her soft inner-thighs. Adriana was now screaming blue murder, so Maggie grabbed up her discarded jeans, pulled out her moist knickers and thrust them into her mouth as a gag. She then pulled her thighs wide apart and slapped her four, five, six times along the length of her sex. She then rubbed vigorously, rotating over her clit until Adriana spat out the knickers and screamed through the intensity of her roughly gained orgasm.

Maggie stroked her burning cheeks and rubbed her fingers up and down her super-sensitised sex, making her jerk and twitch as she came down. “Well now, seems you do like it just as rough as your friends. So I will give you a choice. If you want more, and you want to say thank you to me properly for not running you all in to the station, you can pull yourself together and follow me back to my place. Or, you can take yourself off home and wank yourself silly as you imagine what might have been.”

Maggie eased Adriana off her lap, and got out of the car. She walked slowly back to her patrol car, looking back to Adriana as she opened the door and sat down. She started the engine. Adriana stared at her through the windshield, naked from the waist down, standing on the snowy roadside. As Maggie turned the wheel to pull out, Adriana dashed to her own driver’s seat. Maggie was a hundred yards ahead as Adriana fired up the engine and spat gravel, desperate not to lose sight of the car ahead.

The full story starts HERE

 

Rebekkah : Adriana’s Turn

Continued from Rebekkah:Pay the Piper. Go back to the beginning HERE

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Adriana had tiptoed from the bedroom thanks to the distraction provided by Sarah and Rebekkah. Once outside she’d dived for her car, started up and slammed it into reverse almost in one movement. She shot backwards, narrowly missing Maggie’s cruiser parked by the gate. She clipped the fence post, though, and took out the mailbox. She didn’t even stop to check the damage to her car as she slammed it into drive nd fishtailed on the snow-packed gravel roadway. She sped away, sobbing and unable to see clearly.

Adriana reached the end of the private road before she knew where she was. She was forced to whip the wheel to the right to keep from shooting straight across the road and into the trees beyond. The sudden change in direction caused the rear to break free on the still-slick surface, and she fought to control the car as it snaked wildly across the road. Time slowed and every twist and turn happened in slow motion. On one snap she lost control and the car whipped round once, twice before the hard-locked wheels caught on a dry piece of pavement and the car began to slow its wild ride. The car came to rest diagonally across the two-lane road. Thoroughly shaken, she straightened the wheel and pulled the car over into a wide pull-off. She sat, gripping the wheel tightly as she fought to control her sobbing and breathing. Gradually she calmed, and she leaned back into the seat. Her hands shook as she lay her head back, closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

She eased the seatback down so that she was partly reclined, and allowed herself to relax. As she felt her breathing calm, her mind began to play back through the events of the evening. She recalled walking in to the bedroom to see her best friends fondling the very fine penis of their bound captive. Oh yes, she’d been quite impressed by him, although admittedly she didn’t have that much experience to draw on. The sight of Sarah sitting on his chest and stroking his shaft whilst Beks fondled his balls turned her n immediately. She hadn’t even realised he’d been bound at that point. But then when Rebekkah had told her how he’d attacked her, she’d been disgusted at herself for being turned on – couldn’t really understand why the girls were playing with him so. She wanted to punish him for what he’d done, what so many men would do – had done to her. But then she recalled watching Sarah smack him with the hairbrush, each hard smack leaving a white oval that flooded pink. Well, now that was a definite turn-on. She would have loved to snatch that brush from her hand and blast his hairy ass herself. She’d played around with spanking of course – so many boys wanted to do it – but this was her first time witnessing the act at first hand, and the first time seeing a boy’s ass up for punishment. She loved watching the brush snap down, the ripple and shudder of his cheeks, his swaying balls as he jerked away – so hot!

She popped the top button of her jeans as she allowed her mind to replay the spanking again and again. Her hand slid inside and downwards. She wriggled her hand down so her finger could slide along her wet groove as she recalled again his rosy, firm buttocks being smacked harder and harder, his bollocks swaying in time and his arse puckering. Oh yes! His arse! She had almost forgotten the sight of his arse plugged up with the ginger as Sarah whipped him with the strap and fingered herself.

‘Oh my God!’ she laughed to herself, ‘I so have to find me a boy to whip!’ Her finger flicked around and over her clit as she replayed her mental movie screen, the strap whipping down across his firm, taught buttocks – only this time it was she holding the strap, and he was begging her for more, his cock hard and hot beneath. And then suddenly the buttocks before her were not male – she was strapping Maggie – that cow who had slapped her and threatened her. YES! She imagined whipping Maggie now, striping her cheeks time and again, fucking her bum with the ginger in between strokes, Maggie panting and crying and groaning. Her fingers flashed quickly as she brought herself closer and closer, all the time picturing Maggie, then Josh under her strap, stroking Josh’s cock then reaming Maggie with the ginger plug. She felt herself climbing, climbing and … and …. release. Her hand slowed, but she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to probe her own bottom, imaging what the ginger might be like. She eased her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her thighs. She slicked her finger in her wetness and slid it further back, teasing at her tight hole beneath. She lifted her buttocks and then popped a finger in and rotated, sliding in and out, in and out. Boyfriends had tried to finger her bum before but she’d always stopped them, fearful of going all the way with anal – it was too scary and it had never really been her thing – but now, having watched Josh being reamed and her imaginings of doing the same to a lush female ass, she was desperate to explore.

With her middle finger she teased her tight bud, popping in and out past the muscle ring. As she did so she slipped her thumb into her pussy, then gently squeezed her thumb and finger together through the thin membrane before sliding her thumb upwards again to her clit. Back and forth she went, revelling in the new sensations until she felt her orgasm rising again. This time she rode her own anal finger as she climbed again, fucking herself as her pleasure ripped through her once more. Drained, she collapsed backwards into the seat, totally spent.

She awoke a while later, shivering in her nakedness now the car had lost its heat. She reached her hands down to grasp her jeans, about to tug them back up her thighs when her crotch was suddenly illuminated by a bright white light, followed by a rap on the window. She turned her face to the light, but it was too bright to see the person beyond. The light moved then, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of Maggie just beyond the glass.

What will Maggie do now? What are Rebekkah and Sarah doing with Josh back at the house? Where is Nanna? So much more to cum …  

Rebekkah: Pay the Piper 1

I didn’t like the last installment ‘Tide’s Turning 2″ after I re-read, so I edited and extended to this version. I hope you like it. The original story started HERE, and this episode continues from HERE

 

“Maggie!”

“Josh!?”

“Maggie, oh thank God its you! These bitches, they …”

“They what?”

“They …”

Sarah sensed that the situation might quickly slip away from the girls. She quickly grabbed the strap and whipped it hard across Josh’s elevated rump. “They what, Josh?” she said. “They gave you what you deserved, didn’t they Josh? Remember Josh?” She whipped his cheeks again. “Remember what you asked for Josh, when you met Rebekkah?” SNAP! This time the strap cut low and wrapped around the soft flesh at the crease of his buttocks. Josh screamed at the fresh agony to his well-punished rear.

“Cut that out for a minute!” Maggie barked to Sarah. She turned back to Josh and leaned forward. “You have one minute to explain why you are ass-naked and tied to this bed, with this bunch of half-naked whores diddling their clits as you get whipped, wanked and ginger-fucked. And this better be good!”

She stared into Josh’s eyes as his mind raced for an explanation. “I – I can explain,” he stammered.

“Yeah? I’m sure you can, if I give you long enough. But I kinda like you in this position. I should have thought if this long ago. You might as well repay a few debts while you’re in the mood.” She took a step towards the foot of the bed and snatched the strap from Sarah’s hand. She eyed up her target, then returned to stand by Josh’s shoulder.

“This is for hitting on my cousin at Lou’s wedding.” She whipped the strap over her shoulder. Josh screamed as the strap whipped down on his right buttock from top to bottom, the tip biting into the tender strip at the top of his thigh. The girls saw his buttocks ripple with the impact as the leather bit deeply, then slid away, the white imprint quickly flooding with red as blood flooded the area once more.

“This one is for Karen. She told me all about the dick who tried to pick her up. Didn’t know she was a cop too, did you?” The strap whipped down on his other cheek. Josh was whimpering now.

“And this one? This is for this whole scene! This one takes the biscuit Josh! We are so through, and I guarantee, you will not be thinking about fucking anyone for a while!” She whipped back the strap and aimed dead centre. The strap snapped down the length of his cleft. The tip curled under the curve of his cheeks to plant its fiery kiss on Josh’s sac. The yowl of anguish was deafening as he slumped forward, sobbing into the pillows.

The strap hung then. Maggie give Josh one final, disdainful stare and turned her murderous glare to the three girls. “You whores! You evil, selfish, perverted whores! You just can’t keep your hands off a man, or each other, can you?”

The trio stood with mouths agape at what they’d just witnessed. Maggie stepped away from the bed and up to the girls, now grouped together for support. Sarah and Rebekkah tried to cover their nakedness, feeling vulnerably exposed in the suddenly charged atmosphere in the room. Josh, now forgotten, moaned and sobbed softly on the bed.

“Now then, ladies,” Maggie swung the strap against her palm as she spoke, “I think it’s time to pay the piper. You’ve had your fun with my man. He’s yours now. He’s a half-decent fuck, or he was at least. Maybe one of you can suck his bollocks back down and give him a trial run? Although, I suppose you already all did that, did you? How did it go then?” she pointed to Rebekkah, “You’re a cocksucker, I know that, so I bet you sucked his nuts while …” Maggie looked around, eyes resting on Sarah … “While you rode his dick, and you …” she stepped up to Adriana, “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you were sat on his face, rubbing your cunt up and down his bristles. Did he lick your ass? He likes that. Bit of an ass man is Josh. He’s tried to fuck my bum so many times I think he’s a closet queer. You probably made his night when you gingered his arse.” Maggie snorted a sarcastic laugh at her own joke.

The girls just stood, transfixed by this menacing woman in uniform, swinging the thick leather strap hypnotically. Adriana was on the verge of tears and the other two just clung together for security. “Well anyway, I’m sure you all got a nice taste of each other and Josh. No point denying it, from what I can see. But there is a price. There’s always a price.”

Adriana started to sob. “I had nothing to do with any of this,” she cried. “They called me, told me to come over. I’d only just got here when you arrived!” she was raising her voice now, adrenalin getting the better of her. “I had no part in getting him in here. He was already tied up when I got here. They were both playing with him, teasing him, wanking him. They were the ones getting off on this, not me. You saw them both, frigging as they played with him. And they told me he tried to rape Beks, that’s wy they had him here. That’s the only reason I stayed, to give him a taste of his own medicine. If I’d known they’d picked him up in a bar I’d never have come.”

Maggie stared as Ariana spilled her words. “Okay! New story. So, either we have a cat house here, with you two – or three – soliciting this piece of shit, or we have a little posse of vigilantes taking the law into their own hands, dealing out some street justice to a perverted little fucker. Now I might have some sympathy with the latter. Too many men think women are easy prey, after all. But you crossed the line when you started getting off on this. Kinda makes you just as guilty as him, don’t you think?”

The girls glanced at each other, unsure which path to follow and the consequences they might face. Maggie watched their sidelong glances, each trying to read the others’ faces, each trying to figure out their version of events. Finally she’d had enough. “Okay ladies. Here’s the deal. Clearly, you are all guilty of something, even if that’s only that you are all skanks. Now, you may be whores or heroes, I don’t give a shit which at this point. Not when I come into a room and find her …” she glared at Rebekkah “… playing around with my man – again!” The others glanced sidelong at Rebekkah. When this was all over they would certainly be getting those juicy details out of her, one way or another. Maggie interrupted their thoughts.

Maggie was slowly pacing the room. “So,” she said, “I think we can solve this between ourselves, don’t you? Balance the books, so to speak. I can see him trying something on more so than actually soliciting this, from what I know of him. So, if that’s the case the strapping seems a fair price to pay. Gives him something to remember next time his brains are in his dick. But you overstepped the mark when you started using his body for your own gratification. Don’t you agree?”

Adriana flared up. “Hang on, you can’t just walk in here and judge us all! You have no idea what led to this. He tried to rape Rebekkah. And he is your boyfriend! You were happy enough to whip his arse a minute ago!” She was up in Maggie’s face now, so she didn’t see the blur as Maggie whipped her hand across her cheek. The slap echoed and Adriana cried out in shocked surprise.

“Yes! I whipped his arse, and I’ll do it again. I already said I agreed with that!. But do you see me reaming his arse with ginger? Have I dropped my knickers so I can frig myself?” Maggie yelled, right in Adriana’s face. “Look around! Your friends are half-naked, they were playing with themselves when I walked in, and they have a bound, naked, beaten and abused captive – and you were barring my way in here, which tells me you knew ust what was going on. You could have been at it just like them , and you’d just dragged those pants on to go outside. Maybe you’re knickerless under there too. Maybe your pussy is dripping just like theirs, or maybe you just didn’t get your turn yet. How do I know?” Maggie paused for breath, still fuming. She paced the room as the girls watched, transfixed.

“You know, I can just call this in, get a few cars out here. I know a couple of the guys who would love that. They would be all over the three of you. Maybe they’d like to play cat and mouse too. And you know reporters are always tracking police radio. Wouldn’t be any time at all before there was a news van outside, and your pictures all over the evening news.” She let the words sink home. “Or, we can resolve this between ourselves, right now.” She looked into each face in turn. “Well?”

Rebekkah could see how upset Adriana was. She wanted to get her friend away from all this – she was the least involved, after all. Her mind raced with a plan. She stepped forward, between Maggie and the bed, forcing Maggie to turn her back to the door.

“Look, maybe we went too far, but he started all of this,” she pleaded, “But Adriana didn’t do anything. She didn’t know what was going on ‘til she got here.” All the while her eyes flicked across to Adriana, willing her to dash for the door and freedom. Maggie realised what she was trying to do. She nudged Adriana and flicked her head to the door. She then stepped up alongside Rebekkah, tugged her t-shirt over her head, popped her bra clasp and stood stark naked, staring defiantly at Maggie.

“Okay, let’s ‘resolve’ this, right now,” she said, eyes locked with Maggie. The other woman slowly looked her up and down. Sarah saw the smile flickering round the corners of her mouth as she took in her soft curves, firm tits and smooth mound. She knew then she had read Maggie right. She changed her tone, toning down her defiance.

“Okay, we were wrong, we know that, But surely there’s a way round this, one girl to another? There must be something we can do to mmake up for this, make up for what he did to you too?” she acknowledged the quietly sobbing form still bound to the bed. “We … we could … find a way?” As she spoke, her hand gently grazed her own breast and tracked down towards her mound. Maggie’s eyes followed her track intently. Sarah could see Adriana over Maggie’s shoulder, creeping towards the door and out of the room.

Maggie dragged her eyes away from Sarah’s magnificence to Rebekkah. “Well, princess, what do you say? Do you want to solve this, like your friend here, hmmm? Why don’t we see what you’re hiding under that baggy top.”

Determined to give her friend more time to get away, Rebekkah slowly eased up her sweat top. She heard the faint click of the outside door, and she knew Adriana was outside now. Committed now, she dragged the top up and over her head, leaving herself naked. Maggie eyed her small, pert breasts.

“Not much to look at, are you? I don’t know what you have over men. Must be that over-worked mouth of yours.” Rebekkah dropped her head to avoid her stare. Maggie grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Sweet Pea, this day has been coming for a long time. Don’t try playing little miss innocent with me!” As she spoke she thrust her hand between Rebekkah’s legs. Her fingers came away wet, and she wiped them over Rebekkah’s cheek. “Not much innocence there, is there?” she spat.

“And what about you,” Maggie called over her shoulder. “Are you joining in now, too?” She turned to see an empty room. Just then a car started up and raced away. Maggie turned back to the naked pair, furious at the deception.

“Just let her go,” Rebekkah begged. “She just got here, she didn’t do anything. This is all on me.”

“On us,” Sarah jumped in. “I was the one playing with him, not her.”

“Oh stop!” Maggie cried, “You are both guilty as Hell of being horny little bitches. Maybe he tried it on, maybe you wanted it, who gives a fuck now?” Glancing around she saw the crop discarded on the floor where Adriana had dropped it as she entered the room earlier. She snatched it up.

“I can’t stay here all night, so let’s get this done. You …” she pointed the crop at Sarah, “Get over the back of that sofa, now!” Sarah hesitated, suddenly afraid. Maggie slashed the crop across her breasts and Sarah cried out. “NOW!”

Sarah shot forward then, and bent over the back of the Chesterfield, placing her palms on the seat. Maggie whipped her once and Sarah yelped. “Higher!” she ordered. Sarah shuffled further forward so that her legs stretched to touch the floor and her bottom perched high on the seat back. Maggie tapped the crop firmly between her thighs until she parted her feet, exposing her pussy fully to Maggie and Rebekkah. Maggie murmured something, and then whipped the crop down across the crown of the proffered buttocks. Sarah yelped but held position. Maggie swung again, lower this time. The crop bit deeply and Sarah cried out. Behind her, Rebekkah could see the white line suffuse with red, and she felt herself get wet again at the sight of the beating.

Maggie got into stride and whipped Sarah relentlessly until her buttocks were a mass of red lines and Sarah was sobbing deeply. Panting, she stepped back. She threw down the crop, her anger and frustration abated by the action, and stepped backwards, then out of the door. Rebekkah stood, stunned, as she heard the car start up and speed away. She steped over to the sofa now. Sarah still lay over the back, not yet able to move. Rebekkah stepped behind her and gently fingered the vivid, angry wheals criss-crossing her friend’s perfect buttocks. She stroke her gently, then dipped between her legs to cup her sex. She fingered her friend as she reached between her own legs, bringing them both to a shuddering orgasm in moments.

As she recovered from the both the beating and the after-care, Sarah eased up and into Rebekkah’s arms. “Should have been me,” Rebekkah whispered, as she hugged her friend.

“Oh don’t worry, Sarah whispered back, “You will get yours soon my sweet, rest assured. But first, let’s get rid of the baggage over there. I think he’s paid his dues.”

 

… continued

Prima Donna, Punished and Quaking

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“Hey Sammi,” called Carla, looking up from her computer, “did you realise you and Dom share a birthday? I was just updating the HR system and I realised you and he are both going to be a year older next week. Calls for a special celebration I think, especially since you complained of missing out on the fun a couple of weeks back.” Carla peered over her monitor to gauge the reaction of her partner in love and work. Sammi made no reply, so Carla picked up a stress ball and lobbed it at her head.

“What the fuck? Carla, I’m busy. I don’t have time for your games right now. The Sapphire shoot is fucked up and I can’t get hold of the crew. Fuck, fuck, fuckety fucking shit-heat toss- pot arsehole cunt whacking FUCKERS!”

Carla sat back, amazed at the outburst from her partner, normally the level head in the relationship. “O-kay. Seems like someone lost her teddy. Chill babe, not that bad!”

“Carla, what the fuck do you know? I’ve been working the Sapphire shoot all alone and those lingerie models are all a bunch of prima donna queens. I would just love to go down there and thrash the arse off every one of ‘em, and the crappy crew who let them walk all over them. Bunch of pussies every one. I bet there’s not a stiff dick amongst them, least not until they get back into their dark room.” Sammi snorted in derision. “I should go down there, whip all their arses and peg the crew for good measure. Shove some ginger up the models arses and see if that lights their fire.” She flung her notebook down on the desk, sending a coffee mug flying across the files and papers strewn over the desk.

“SAMMI! Jeezus, you crazy bitch! You could’ve ruined the computers, portfolios, everything.” Carla was mad. “You just need to chill! Seems like you;re the rpima donna queen here!”

“Fuck it, fuck it all! I’m through. See you at home.” Sammi pushed back from the desk and stood up. Carla quickly followed suit.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t throw a paddy and storm out, leaving me to clean up your mess. And you don’t shout at me in my own office. Maybe you’re onto something if you think a good thrashing would solve the workforce problems over there at Sapphire. Maybe we should start with the project manager, see if that fixes anything.”

The two women faced off, neither willing to back down. They had been here before – two fiery, passionate women whose tempers flared quickly and who would never concede to the other without a fight. It was partly what gave their relationship such dynamism, and what made the Whiplash Agency one of the foremost marketing teams in the city. Sammi went to sidestep Carla and head out the door. Carla was too quick and she grabbed her arm and yanked her back. Sammi tried to pull free when the rip of fabric stopped her cold. She looked at her hand and saw she had torn Carla’s blouse, ripping the fabric open to reveal her red lace bra cupping her firm breasts.

“Oh shit, Carla I’m sorry – serves you right though. You shouldn’t try to stop me.”

Carla was fuming now. “You are gonna pay for that. And not with money!” She tightened her grip on Sammi’s wrist. “get your arse over the sofa. NOW!”

Sammi tried to tug free again, and scratched her lover’s hand in the process. Carla wrenched her back, pulling her off balance so she stumbled backwards on to the Chesterfield. Carla quickly flipped her legs up and smacked her palm down hard on her skirt-covered seat. The smacks were not hard compared to their normal games, but the shock brought Sammi down to earth. She stopped writhing and allowed Carla to spank her several more times with her open palm. She didn’t resist when Carla tugged down her zip and yanked the skirt of her legs, nor when Carla ripped her knickers off to bare her buttocks for more serious assault. With the target cleared, Carla resumed her rapid-fire spanking, venting her anger on her lover’s upturned bum, whacking indiscriminately across her spread cheeks. More than once Sammi yelped as she caught a sharp smack on her pussy lips, and her anus stung from the many slaps that landed directly on her hole, spread wide in this position.

Finally, Carla’s anger abated and her pace slowed. She was flushed and panting as she lowered Sammi’s legs back down. But she was not yet ready to forgive. Not until Sammi was ready to be much, much more contrite. Instead of letting Sammi rise, she flipped her over the arm of the Chesterfield. Fr both, this was one of their favourite spanking positions. The arm thrust the penitent’s buttocks high and the seat gave plenty of support to sustain a long assault. Sammi suspected she may prefer to lie on the sofa rather than sit for the next few days, judging by the quiet anger emanating from her lover. Sammi wisely decided not to inflame the situation still further. She adjusted her own position so that her buttocks were high and spread, her feet apart to open her cheeks and expose her pussy to view.

From her prone position Sammi watched Carla walk over to the cupboard that housed their spanking toys. These toys were well used around the office for play and discipline. Just a couple of weeks ago she had used the leather strap on Dom’s delightful rear when he and Jo had fought in the office. She had lit a fire in him that day, she recalled. No doubt her cheeks would feel the same way very soon. She watched as Carla looked through the assortment of straps, paddles, hairbrushes and other implements bought or donated by the staff for their amusement. She gasped as she saw that Carla had found the one item Sammi truly feared.

“No! No not the cane. Please Carla, not the cane. You know it stings terribly, and I’ll still have marks in weeks!” Sammi was visibly quaking as Carla approached with the vicious rod.

“Oh I think my marks will be there as long as yours,” Carla said, showing the back of her hand where three bloody striped showed the effects of Sammi’s earlier assault. “At least your marks won’t be bleeding. Possibly.” Carla stepped up behind Sammi and measured her distance. “Now, we’ve got a $90 shirt ruined, plus the work on the desk covered in coffee, plus my scratched hand. I can’t even think of a total. I will just keep going until I’m tired or bored I think.” A she spoke she punctuated the words with swift, hard cane strokes, each biting deeply into the lush, upturned cheeks before her. And each time, Sammi yelped and then presented herself for more.

As she caned her lover Carla said, “you know, we didn’t finish discussing your birthdays. You know, we could have a costume party. You already have a costume – you can go as a tiger with nice, bright stripes.” She laughed as she continued to add to the decoration of her lover’s bottom.

 

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And that was P and Q for the A to Z Chalelnge. It all began HERE, and I listed all the posts in the series to date HERE.

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“Come on now, don’t be shy. It goes easier on the first to volunteer. You should know that, Jo.” Carla slapped the strap into her palm as she looked from one to the other. Dominic stood with his pants around his ankles and his erection poking through his shirt tails. ‘I’ll give him credit,’ thought Carla, ‘He’s not the least bit fazed being half-naked in front of a room full of women. Almost as if he likes to strut his stuff.’

As if he had read her thoughts, Dominic kicked away his pants, strode to the centre of the room and bent forwards to grasp his ankles. His feet were spread apart, giving the women a glorious view of his toned, burnished buttocks and the heavy weight of his cock and balls beneath. The three collectively held their breath as they drank in the sight of the young buck, bent to receive his lashing. Dominic glanced back. “Well, are we doing this or not? If one of you wants to get down here I can show you how it’s done. And I can tell you, I’ll take double whatever you do!” (more…)

Hubble, Bubble

Hubble, double, toil and trouble

Witches wizened pussies bubble

Watching with malevolent stare

As knave and maiden strip and bare

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Each then bound to a whipping bench

Both strapped tight against buttocks clench

Hellstrap swung with ferocious might

Knave’s scream of anguish cuts the night

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A vicious strike, a plaintive cry

As whip tip lands on unseeing eye

Amplified yet tenfold more

As lash tip whips his manhood raw

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Bruised and broken, knave is finished

With cross-hatched bum and cock diminished

Next maiden cries as strap lays its fire

Perversely, she thrusts her buttocks higher

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Straining up for another stroke

As cries of anguished pleasure choke

Twelve more lashes, hard and tight

Delivered with all the witches might

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Her buttocks hot and red and sore

Poor maiden sobs yet begs for more

Witch steps up to maiden, bound

Reaches out, without a sound

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Witch explores the reddened rump

Traces nails ‘cross buttocks plump

Drops wrinkled hand to pubic mound

Pinches lips and stirs around

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Stirring the molten pot within

Reveals the moistened juice of sin

Witch strokes the juicy, open cunt

Extracts a lustful, guttural grunt

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Blacken’d nail flicks hooded clit

Scratches down the swollen slit

Fires stoked high and passions rise

And climb, and peak, and then subside

I hope y’all enjoyed this pre-Hallowe’en fun. The picture I found to be quite intriguing – sourced from Google of course, via weheartit.com. Not quite sure why one girl is up the chimney, and whether the other is spanking her, learning to fly the broomstick or is using the rough twigs to rub herself off !

Riding Lesson

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I was at the stables recently. Now the weather is warming up the views have significantly improved. Riding clothing is surely designed with the erotic spanker in mind. There are those fitted jackets, padded shoulders and nipped-in waists flaring slightly to frame the exquisite bottom beneath. Those bottoms are squeezed into form fitting jodhpurs. The jodhpurs are worn with sole straps to give a beautiful shape to the lower leg. Most riders have knee high leather boots, and of course, they usually carry a riding crop.

I love to watch these fine ladies as they put a stallion through his paces. Watching a canter is delightful. The rider is in a half crouch, bottom raised 8 inches or so off the (more…)