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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’s Revenge (4)

Part 3 is HERE. The story began HERErawroot31.

Rebekkah returned with two items in hand. She paused at the doorway, taking in the sight before her. Sarah sat astride the man’s back with her hand between her legs, rubbing furiously. His buttocks sported two deep red bullseyes, one on each cheek, surrounded by a mass of red splotches covering the entire surface of his buttocks and upper thighs. She watched Sarah stiffen, tense and then slump as she brought herself off. Her head snapped back as Rebekkah spoke.

“I wondered when you’d give in,” she smiled. “I’m pretty horny myself, now we’re in charge.” She threw the two items she’s brought with her onto the bed. “Here, give him some more while I watch.” As she spoke she tugged her jogging pants and knickers off. Her hand slid down her belly towards her sex as Sarah reached forward for the items on the bed.  She picked up a heavy leather strap with a wooden handle, and a carved root. She took in the scent and looked up quizzically.

“Figging,” Rebekkah said, sliding to her knees as her hand dipped beneath. “Push it up his bum. It burns like fuck, especially if he clenches. Makes the strapping burn all the more.”

The strap hung in Sarah’s hand. “Do you wanna tell me how you know all this?” she asked. “And why am I only now fidning out about this side of you?”

“Later,” gasped Rebekkah as her fingers continued to strum. “Just … just do it … NOW.”

“Oh girl, we are going to have a long, long talk later. I can’t believe you’ve not shared this kink with me before.” She turned back to the bed and to her captive. As her hand touched his punished cheeks, he squeezed his buttocks tightly.

“You are not shoving anything up my arse, you witch!” he shouted.

“Oh come on now,” Sarah crooned. “You studs are always trying to fuck us up the bum. Time for a little table turning is all. Now, ease open. It won’t hurt a bit. Isn’t that what you guys tell us?” She smirked over at Rebekkah, now slowly twirling her fingers between her legs, holding herself close to orgasm.

Sarah reached between the man’s legs and took hold of his dangling sac. “You have two choices. You can open up now and take your medicine, or I can smack these nuts with my hairbrush, and then you can open up. Your choice.” She gave him a quick squeeze to emphasise his predicament. He gasped, then reluctantly relaxed his cheeks. Sarah quickly lubricated the root with some spit and slipped the thumb-sized shaft deep into his rectum. She rotated it a couple of times to spread the ginger around his sensitive flesh. After just a few seconds he cried out.

“Fuck! That burns! Oh fuck, take it out, take it out!” His cheeks jerked and bounced as he tried to dislodge the root.

“Okay, now give him the strap,” Rebekkah growled hoarsely, her eyes almost demonic, as her fingers flicked and probed her sex.

Sarah took up the strap, marked her aim and pulled her arm back. She whipped it forward and connected with the man’s punished flesh. The blow was like a gunshot. He jerked forward, clenching his cheeks against the pain, thus squeezing the ginger root deep within his hole. He yelped again as the burn intensified. A red rectangle marked the blow, with a crimson line on his right cheek where the strap had wrapped around.

“Again!” cried Rebekkah. Sarah did not need the instruction however. The strap was already flying towards its target. The leather kissed his cheeks savagely. He roared again, but this time tried to avoid intensifying the burning ginger. His cheeks twitched as he fought to control the pain. Sarah lashed him again and this time it was Rebekkah who cried first, rushing over the edge of her own orgasm as the man twitched and writhed in his own orgy of pain and fire.

Sarah looked from the man to Rebekkah, her own breath ragged from exhilaration. Her eyes shone as she eyed the crimson cheeks aflame. She whipped him another three times and then dropped the strap. Her hand roved over his burning flesh, then beneath to his sac and shrivelled member. With deft fingers she quickly eased life back into his flesh. With him erect she tugged him as if milking a cow, at the same time fucking his ass with the ginger. She rammed the ginger home once more, to free a hand for her own pleasure. As she stroke his solid shaft she teased her cunt once more, probing deeply and then sliding forwards to circle her clit, riding her fingers to another crashing orgasm as she jerked a third load from her bound captive.

To be continued …

Spank me hard

Spank me hard, spank me tight

Spank my glowing bum all night

Whip me good, whip me right

Whip me hard with all your might

Take your leather, strap me more

Strap my naked buttocks raw

Now your crop, whack my nates

Make me cry and take my fate

And the ruler, aim it good

Smack my rosebud with that wood

Take a ginger fig, so smooth

Slide it down my backdoor groove

Pop it past, my muscled ring

Then you’ll hear this songbird sing

Cane me strong, with ginger snug

Make me clench round burning plug

Give me twelve, then twelve again

Biting lines of glorious pain

Hold me tight, fuck me good

Treat me like a lover should

Driven to distraction

So apparently sex and driving don’t mix in Russia. I don’t mean ACTUAL sex. I’m sure we all know, or at least, can imagine how tricky it can be to concentrate on driving when attempting to give or receive sexual favours at the wheel. Oral sex is a particular favourite and a somewhat risky manoeuvre on post-winter potholed streets. Makes texting whilst driving positively pedestrian.

No – Russia is imposing a driving ban on transgender and transsexual people, fetishists, exhibitionists and voyeurs. All are considered “mental disorders” now barring people from driving, according to BBC News website. This is, apparently all in a bid to reduce road accidents.

Exhibitionism I get. Seeing a pair of naked buttocks pressed to the side window of a passing car whilst the owner bends to blow her partner could lead to a loss of control. I get that. Catching site of some back seat doggy with a pair of swinging boobs on display is likely to cause one’s eyes to stray from the road ahead for more than a moment (especially if voyeurism is your thing, so there’s two down).

Now, I can see that actual sex acts, whether ‘fetish’ or not, should be avoided when the car is in motion. It can be quite distracting to all concerned, especially if done right. And I can see situations where participants in ‘the lifestyle’ might be well advised to avoid driving. That leather head mask might be a bit restrictive for shoulder checking, I can see that. And if you’ve just come from a session with a favourite Domme, your ability to sit comfortably at the wheel is, I would hope, severely compromised due to the latticework of welts decorating your nether regions. Same goes for figging, or a butt plug. Must be damned tricky to sit comfortably with a bottle stopper shoved up your arse, or a stinging root.

Maybe the perception is that fetishists have such a wildly exciting sex life that their mind is constantly dreaming up the next scenario, so that in the throes of a well-imagined scene they end up rear-ending a meaty Russian (possibly thereby killing two birds with the proverbial stone, or whip maybe). Or maybe it has to do with the Russian predilection for spanking – if any of the stronger websites are any indication, there is a particularly sadistic streak in the pysche, or the recent story of the Russian doctor curing addictions through caning.

If the Russian bureaucracy were to introduce corporal punishment in a bid to reduce traffic accidents, they would not want to be encouraging poor driving as a result. Can you imagine the result!

“Sorry officer, I saw you there so I put my foot down harder. I heard I can get 10 strokes for every kilometre over the limit.”

“Oops. I seem to have smacked you up the rear. Oh well, eye for an eye I suppose!”

“That was  a No Entry street? Well if I’m to learn my lesson, you should show me what it feels like to have someone go up my No Entry then!”

I can see how this might all fall apart very swiftly. But on the other hand, maybe this is exactly the time to consider a job in law enforcement. Just imagine pulling over this car full of young beauties and sniffing a little booze in the air. Some swift discipline in the backseat and four hot bottoms later, all is good, except for the night-stick now extending painfully down my pants leg.

Chef School : Annie’s Seasoning

Chef Story continues from here

 

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Chef continued to blaze his assault down on Melissa’s unprotected buttocks until her bum felt as if it would spontaneously combust. He made sure to cover every inch of flesh. He held open her bum cheeks to spank her cleft and the sensitive ring within, he spanked her at the join of thighs and buttocks. He spanked her with an open palm across her pussy lips until she shrieked. Eventually, he released his grip on her waist and allowed her to sag down onto the counter, sobbing softly as she gently felt her burning cheeks.

“Now that’s a rare steak!” said Chef, red faced and panting after the exertion. “Now, some seasoning. Melissa, I think you can rest your steaks a minute. Annie looks like she’s feeling neglected.” Chef rested a hand on Annie’s bum, feeling the remaining warmth from her earlier spanking. “I think this meat needs a little zing before we apply some grill marks. Toby – fetch me a ginger root.”

Whilst he was waiting for the vegetable, Chef stood between the two bent forms and stroked the bared bottoms. Melissa’s was definitely hotter to the touch and she flinched as Chef’s fingers trailed over her scorched skin. Chef trailed down the bum cleft of each girl, left hand on Annie, right on Melissa. With his middle fingers Chef traced the valley to the two tight bum holes. He teased the sensitive openings for a moment, then dipped his fingers lower to wet them in the girls’ pussies, then traced back up to the bum holes. Now moistened, his fingers had no trouble gaining entrance to the secret holes and the girls moaned in unison.

Just then, Toby returned with the bag of ginger roots and offered them to Chef.

“Stupid boy. Can’t you see I’m busy,” laughed Chef. “Find a piece as thick as your thumb and peel it carefully. I’ll continue to prepare the meat, so no need to hurry.”

As Toby went to work Chef continued to drill his middle fingers into the two tight anal rings before him. Both girls moaned and wriggled in vain attempts to avoid the building arousal caused by their predicament. Finally, Toby returned with the prepared root and Chef reluctantly extracted his fingers and took the root.

Chef stepped back and perused the naked bottoms presented one final time, then dismissed Melissa. “You can get up now, but watch and learn. Next time you disappoint me, you will find yourself getting what Annie is about to get.” Before she could escape she got another stinging pair of slaps to drive home the message, leaving her with a clear pair of handprints and a very sore bottom. Melissa quickly gathered her things and dashed away to the washrooms.

Chef then turned to Annie with the ginger root. With one hand he opened up her buttock cleft to stretch her whorl, with the other he pressed the root against the tight ring of muscle. As she felt the blunt nub press against her anus, she tensed, butt cheeks clenching. “This will be easier if you relax, girl,” he said, as he pressed the stubby root more firmly against her hole. Annie pushed her bum out and forced herself to relax as the nub entered her. Suddenly the ginger was nestled in her bum. He bum felt full, and she squeezed her cheeks around the invader. This pressed the raw ginger into tighter contact with the sensitive tissue of her anus and Annie felt a heat rapidly building inside her. She gasped and squeezed more to ease the feeling – but instead amplified the sensations.

“Now my girl, you’re much better to relax and enjoy. Too much struggling makes for a very hot bottom, so I’m told,” advised Chef. He turned to the group. “So now our meat is seasoned – time for the grill marks. Toby – nip outside and bring me a cane from the tomatoes. Quickly now, or you can taste the ginger too!” Toby dashed outside and was back in moments with a three foot bamboo cane.

“Excellent, excellent. Now, the sign of an expertly cooked steak is well defined sear marks. Let me show you.”

Chef stepped back, lined up the cane and pulled back his arm. The cane whistled down and bit sharply into Annie’s buttocks. As she felt the line of fire Annie shrieked and clenched her bum tightly. In doing so she made the inner effects of the ginger much worse, and forced herself to relax. Chef laughed out loud. “Don’t you love the dilemma, my girl? Do you relax for the cane and get an easy ride on the ginger, or do you tense for the cane and get the worst inside? Which will it be this time?” Chef slashed down again, delivering another stripe an inch higher than the previous one. Annie shrieked, squeezed, shrieked, relaxed, and sobbed. Chef delivered another four strokes, perfectly positioned so that Annie was left with six parallel lines, the first of which were already darkening to a deep purple. Her buttocks twitched with the pain of the cane strokes and the internal heat of the ginger.

“Now, for my ‘piece de résistance’, the mark of the best Chef.” Chef bent to one knee so that he could position the cane diagonally across Annie’s cheeks and delivered a powerful blow, and then did the same on the other side. He stepped back to admire the sight of Annie’s perfect bottom now seared with six horizontal stripes and a red cross like a brand in the centre.

Chef plucked the ginger root from Annie’s bottom as he released his erection. As the root popped free he quickly drove his member into the void. The ginger oils remaining inside her lubricated and agitated his cock as he plundered her, driving the oils still deeper into her tender walls until with a final thrust he shot his seed into her bowels.