by Renee Rose
I can practically feel my pussy dripping new moisture, and I shift my thighs, wishing he’d just fuck me already—
Squish. Slap. The crop slices the air and lands hard on my right nipple, with no warning, and I cry out. This time, I’m able to keep myself from reaching for my breasts, but only with great effort.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I chant. It didn’t actually hurt that much—the initial pain fades almost instantly into the warmth, but the surprise of it, that sharp snap, is hard to withstand without moving.
“Poor Temi. Your little soft nipples aren’t used to regular torture at all, are they?” He uses the crop to softly stroke my right nipple. “Look at how pink your skin is already. A few more slaps, and you’ll be as red as a rose.”
My breath comes fast. Indeed, I’m not used to nipple torture of any kind. Is it insane that I want him to hit my breast again?
He slaps my breast from underneath with the crop, not hard, but a firm movement. “Posture, Temi. Back nice and straight now. Stick those tits out for me. I’m going to whip them until I’m satisfied that they’re hard enough and ready for me.”
I take a deep breath and make my back as straight as I can. He taps underneath my breasts a few times until I’m arranged the way he wishes.
“Push your tits out a little more,” he encourages. “I want to see you ask for it with your body.”
I arch a little bit, and it must be the right pose, because he swishes the crop and the pain blooms hard again on my nipple. I moan but keep position, and wince just a bit as he slaps my nipple again. Again. Again.
Now the other one. Over and over.
It hurts, and it’s a good pain. It’s a sharp bite that doesn’t end at my skin. It’s like the pain travels into my nerves, and turns into desire and sends new messages to my clit and my whole belly.
Before long I’m squirming again, but it’s not because I want him to stop; it’s more a mix of unbearable sensation that’s amazing and strange and overwhelming, all at once. I sense there are people watching nearby, actively staring, as if I’m an actor in a movie, and I don’t care. That is to say that I love it in a way, and I don’t care one single bit about what they think, or why. All that matters to me is my breasts and the crop and the pain and the pleasure and Locke, and his voice, and the promise of what he’s going to do to me soon. It’s all a heady rush and I start to swim into it—
“Mmm. I think that color will do nicely.” Locke pulls me up into his arms. “Good girl, Temi. You behaved quite nicely for your tit whipping.” He tosses the crop aside and leans down. “Time for your reward, now…” He bites my neck in the place I love, nearly making me orgasm on the spot. My vision goes spotty and I close my eyes again, just reveling in the sensation.
“Not too fast.” He chuckles. “We have much more to do before I let you come, little one. For one thing, you need a spanking.”
His hands are fast, magical—he works the zipper and buttons and adjusts me, and now my dress is on the floor. I’m standing there naked except for my mask.
“Stand and face the room,” he whispers into my ear. “Look at them, Temi. Look at their eyes. See how they want you.”
He supports me from behind, putting his hands onto my sore breasts. I gasp at the mix of pleasure and pain as he tweaks my nipples, and wonder at the length of his cock. I can feel him against my ass, and he’s iron hard.
I blink and look up. There are a few couples watching us from across the room. Their faces are filled with a mix of desire and admiration. Not everyone is looking; there is a threesome busy across the room, and a man is whipping a woman tied to another bench. Someone is into heavy flirtation at the bar, looking only into the eyes of her date. But there are enough people viewing me for it to be a strange, heady violation of every privacy I’ve ever known. And I like it.
“It’s powerful,” I whisper to Locke. “It’s a drug.” In fact, I feel as if I’m drugged, heavy and silky, sleepy and alert at once, like I’m flying and soaring above the crowd.
“Yes,” he agrees. “To be so alive, so beautifully, vibrantly alive. It’s a gift.” His voice is strangely somber for the moment.
But I must be mistaken in his tone, because then he laughs and twirls me around. He pulls my panties out of his pocket. “I’ll let you wear your sexy little string for now. It won’t protect your pretty ass much, but I like how it looks pulled tight against your crotch.”
He gestures to me to put it back on, so I do, tugging the damp fabric over my thighs and adjusting it around my hips.
“Very nice.” He tugs the string so it rides high into the crack of my ass. “Spread your legs a little more so I can pull it tighter,” he orders.
I comply, and he takes the panties in his hands from the front and the back at the same time. He wiggles the cloth until the string is so far up my ass that it hurts, and so it’s pulled hard across my clit.
“Locke, ow.” I moan a little. It’s sexy to have the panties so tight against my skin, but it’s tight enough to be uncomfortable as well.
“If it hurts a bit, it’s perfect.” He grabs some soft ropes and winds them in and around the sides of the panties, ensuring they stay tied up high and tight as he fastens the rope around my waist. “You’ll wiggle less during your spanking this way, because the panties will pull even tighter if you do.”
He leads me over to the spanking bench. “Here you go.”
He adjusts me so I’m on all fours, my belly and breasts on the padded bench, legs spread and shins resting on the leg rests, hands down on the lower rests.
When he bends me over, the panties pull even tighter up my ass, held in place by the rope, and I wince. “Locke, it’s too tight.”
“The less you move, the sooner it will be over,” is all he says. He comes to stand in front of me. “I won’t need to tie you down, will I? I know you want to avoid more of the pussy spanking.” He slaps a leather strap into his hand. It’s short and thick, made just for spanking. “We’ll get your pretty ass as red as your nipples, Temi.”
Chapter 9
My heart races as he disappears behind me. “No asking me to stop,” he says. “You can safeword if you need to, but I don’t want to hear anything else, understand? No stop, no ouch, no nothing. You say anything, and you’ll get a few on the pussy.” He strokes my ass while he speaks. “It’s a great exercise for obedience, Temi. Learning to hold your tongue while taking a punishment. I’ve been waiting to do this since the moment I saw you.”
Once again, he teases me before starting, his fingers playing along my ass. He traces the G-string all along the crack of my ass and down into my pussy, pushing on my clit and making me suck in my breath.
Then I feel the leather, but not a spank, not yet. He brushes it along my leg, up the back of one thigh, down the other.
“I like to make you wait,” he says. “Waiting with the string pulling at your ass and pussy, just knowing I’m about to whip you in a moment. But when is it going to start?” He laughs.
And then—damn him to hell—he places the leather strap on the small of my back. “Hold that for me,” he says, his voice casual. “I need to greet a friend. Don’t let it drop.”
The friend isn’t far away, because his voice is clear.
“Locke! Looks like you have a pretty one there.”
“Mmm,” Locke agrees. “She’s going to get a good whipping now to help her learn her obedience.”
“Her ass is delectable in those nice tight panties.” The friend’s voice gets louder; he must have walked closer.
“Indeed. See how nicely she’s holding the strap for me, too?” Locke chuckles. “I think I’ll instruct her to buy only panties that are a size too small from now on, and wear only those when she comes to meet me. I like the idea of her feeling the cloth rubbing her body, reminding her who owns her.”
“Good idea. Maybe I’ll do that for mine, as well. And two sizes smaller when she needs a punishment.”
The two of them laugh together. My face burns al
though I can’t see them.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” The friend mumbles something I can’t hear, and then Locke is back, his attention only on me.
“Did you hear that, Temi?” He picks up the strap and rubs it tenderly over my ass. “Maybe you’ll only get to orgasm if you wear panties all day that are so nice and tight that they ride up like this. I’ll make you text me a picture to make sure you’re compliant.”
I suck in my breath.
“Will you do that for me?” He leans over to brush his lips over my neck. He speaks into my skin, words only I can hear. “Will you spread your legs and take a photo of your pretty ass and pussy to prove to me that your panties are as tight as I want them?”
“Yes,” I manage to gasp.
He laughs. Arrogant. “Of course you will. You’ll do whatever I want. You already told me.”
He steps to my side. “And you’ll present your ass for the strap. Hips up.”
I try to move them higher.
I hear a whish, and then the strap hits my ass, right across both cheeks.
“Ow!” I blurt it out and twitch hard, which makes the panties (as he predicted) pull tighter along my ass and crotch. “Oh, ow.” I force myself to stop moving.
He tsks. “Oh, Temi. The first one, and already you’re forgetting the rules?”
“I’m sorry!” I bite my lip. “I don’t know… I’ll do better.” I don’t know the specific words to this game. Have I said what he wanted to hear?
“Only warning, sweet one,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Next time, you pay the penalty.”
The strap comes down again across my ass in nearly the same place. I whimper but manage not to jerk my body around, although it takes some effort. “Mmm.”
It’s not as satisfying as shouting ‘ouch!,’ but apparently ‘mmm’ will have to do. It’s hard not to allow myself to vocalize in the moment. I recognize the way he’s mastering me, not just telling me what to do, but also what to say. It’s another one of those things that are humiliating in an unusually sexy way.
“Better.” He brings the strap down again, a little harder, lower—it connects with the soft skin where my thighs meet my ass.
“Mmm!” I hold back a curse and can’t stop myself from moving. “Mmm.” Those damn panties are riding higher each time I move, and he knows it, the bastard.
His friend must be back because I hear another voice, the same one as before. “I see you’ve got her in quite a nice spot there.”
“So I do.” The strap comes down hard, again and again.
I moan and shift. I grasp at the arm rests and try to press my stomach harder into the matting. “Oooh.”
Locke’s voice is smooth. “She’s not allowed to speak, or else she’ll get extra spanks when I’m done. I don’t know if she’ll make it, though.”
The friend laughs. “I think you’re setting her up to fail.”
“Ah, but failure and success are often one and the same in here.”
Swish, swish. The strap hits hard across one cheek, then the other. “Uhh.” I grunt and press my hips down, trying to avoid struggling. The panties are pulling harder now and it’s getting more uncomfortable by the second. Yet the harder they pull, the more pressure they put on my clit, increasing my desire to come.
“You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Locke bends over again, murmuring so only I can hear. “Certainly, you have enough willpower to do that simple thing, yes?”
“Mmm,” I moan, hoping he understands that it means yes, and I hope so, and I’ll try, and please, please, please. Just please.
“It will be so much better the longer you wait.” It’s either the softest whisper in the world, or I’m imagining his words in my head. “Now keep that ass nice and soft for my strap, please. Relax your body.”
I force my muscles to unclench, making my buttocks soft.
He strokes me with his hand, over and over, and then the strap is back. He spanks hard and evenly, first one ass cheek, then the other. Low across my thighs, then right across my sit-spots. Again. Again.
As the burn builds and he keeps strapping me, I start to moan louder. Soon, it’s impossible to keep my hips still, and I’m jerking them with each strike of the strap. The sharp pain and bite of the strap mixes with the tug of the panties on my sensitive skin, and it all grows to a point where I know I can’t take it any longer.
Finally I cry out ‘please!’ because the string of my panties is pressing right into my clit, and if he straps me one more time, I’m going to come explosively right here on the spanking bench—and God, I don’t want that. I want to wait for whatever pleasure he has saved up in store for later.
As soon as I utter the word, he stops the spanking. “Had enough, hmmm?” He runs his hands over my hot skin, soothing the wicked burn. “But you did break the rules, and that means you need the extra punishment before we move on to more pleasurable activities.”
“What?” I’m so out of it with sensation that I don’t even know what he’s saying.
“A few more on the pussy, Temi.”
He flips me over so that I’m on my back now. “Kira and Arden, if you please? ,My two friends will help me by holding your thighs open and help you balance. All you need to do is lie there and take what I give.” He unwinds the rope and pulls it from my body, but the panties are still tightly pressed to my body.
Just as when we were on the settee, my legs are splayed open as I lie on my back, only this time, there are two strangers holding them apart. On my left there’s a handsome man in a tux, on my right, a woman in a black gown and mask.
“She’ll keep her hands to herself,” Locke tells them. “Temi, put your hands behind your head for this, please.”
I’m nearly shaking with anticipation, anxiety, and desire. I do as he asks, linking my fingers under my head. I’d be unstable lying atop this short bench on my back but for the strangers holding my legs in place.
“Now, I’m just going to whip her pussy,” Locke explains to the couple. “She might try to close her legs; don’t let her. She can handle this.”
“Of course.” The woman has an exotic accent. “I hope you give her some nice hard slaps. I want to hear her squeal. A pussy that pretty deserves to be made nice and plump with some leather before getting fucked.”
My face must be as red as my ass.
“If you want us to pull her legs back so you can hit her asshole too, just let us know.” The male half of the couple laughs. “If we pull back on her knees and thighs, we can expose her anus to you properly for the strap.”
I gasp in alarm.
“Oh, it definitely hurts,” the man assures me. “But like my partner said, it will only make your fuck that much better later on.” To Locke: “We’ll hold her securely, no matter how much she struggles.”
“Good.”
And then Locke uses the strap, not his hand, to spank my pussy. It’s so much fiercer than before—it’s a strange sensation, as much arousal as pain. But it does hurt, there’s no denying it.
I cry out and try to close my legs, but the couple have them spread wide.
“No,” Locke says simply. Then he raises the strap and brings it down again, hard.
I can hear the moist sound of the leather hitting my wet skin. The string of the panties protects my clit from direct contact, and he hasn’t hit high; the main part of the leather seems to have gone right where his cock would enter.
“Ow!” I wail it out and yank at the strong hands holding me.
“Stop complaining. You earned this,” Locke scolds me. The strap comes down again, again, again.
Just when I think I might have to say red—not necessarily because of the pain, but because the whole situation is starting to become overwhelming, Locke steps back and puts up his hand.
“Enough.”
The couple bow their heads and loosen their grip on my legs, although they don’t let go entirely until Locke comes over to support me.
The
woman leans down to whisper into my ear. “You’re a lucky girl, my dear.” She pats my arm. “You’re going to have even more fun than you know.”
The two of them help me sit up, then they’re gone—to where, I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I can think about is Locke and his bewitching eyes.
“Have you learned to listen to me yet?” He leans in and kisses my lips. Bites my neck softly.
Seeing that I can’t speak, he scoops me up into his arms. “We’ll go somewhere more private now.”
He carries me into a private room and closes the door. The room is dim, lit by red lights high up on the walls, in ornate sconces. They almost seem like candles, the way the light flickers gently and softly, illuminating things for a second here and there.
“Time for these to come off.” Locke pulls the panties from my ass and pussy and I give a sigh of relief as the fabric comes away from my body.
“Tight panties for a spanking are a great way to learn submission, hmmm?” He sets me down on a low bed in the room bedecked with cushions and the softest sheet I’ve ever felt. It’s cool, like silk. “And tonight, you’re mine completely, Temi.”
His eyes shine in the dark, more purple than ever.
“Let’s see how well you learned your lessons.”
Chapter 10
He stands up and walks to the corner of the small room. He snaps his fingers once.
Without hesitation, I get to the floor and crawl to him, then get up into a kneeling pose, locking my hands behind my back and jutting out my breasts, keeping my gaze downward.
“Ah, very nice. You did learn. Good girl. That’s the way to avoid the strap on your pussy. Stay there, please.”
He says please, but I know it’s not a request. It makes it sexier to have him couch his dominance in polite language, somehow.
He leaves for a minute and comes back with a tray and sets it on a table near the bed. “Water, perhaps?”