by Alex Dawson
“When I came, it was because I started thinking about you doing it to me,” she confessed.
“That is the hottest thing you’ve ever said,” he told her, and she rolled her eyes.
“You keep saying that,” she said.
"Oh, sweetheart, it’s because you keep getting hotter. You really want me to tie you up and spank you?" he asked.
"Now, please," she whispered.
"I think that that can be arranged," he murmured,”Is there anything else you think is hot you want to give a try?”
She squirmed.
“Uh, some of the guys in the bar talk pretty dirty to their girls, even in public,” she said, “They call them ‘slut,’ and talk about how much they need, uh.”
“Need what?” Kenny asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Please don’t make me say it!” Tina blurted out, blushing bright red.
“How much the biker whores need their big fat dicks?” Kenny asked.
Tina nodded.
“Do you want to be my biker whore?” he asked.
“Um, I think, well, not all the time, but yes,” Tina admitted.
“I’m okay with that. You can be my part-time good girl, part-time biker slut,” he said, “I have a question, though.”
“Yes?” she asked.
“If you want to be a slut, are you going to let me fuck you someday?” he asked.
She swallowed.
He had never brought this up before, never pushed her, let her suggest the next thing to try.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispered again.
“When?” he pressed.
“Any time, I’m already yours,” she said, without thinking.
“Do you mean it?” he asked, “Is your cherry mine to take when I’m ready?”
She nodded.
"Help me find something to tie you up,” he ordered.
She obediently looked around for something, and found a few lengths of rope within easy reach.
"Would these work?" she asked.
"Yes, I think that they'd do nicely," he said, "I liked it when you called me 'sir,' Tina, you should keep doing that."
"Yes, sir," she said, looking at the floor, still holding the rope out for his approval.
"That's only two pieces, though, I'd like to tie all four of your limbs, make this easy for me" he said, grinning at her. He clearly knew perfectly well that he could tie her up with what he had.
She looked around the room, trying to figure out anything else that could be used.
"Go ahead and find just one more, and we'll see about spanking that tight ass of yours before I fuck it again," he said, sitting at his ease by his bike. She saw that his cock was hard, straining against his jeans.
That cock did not frighten Tina, but her own desire for it did. She’d gotten better at sucking it, but she still hadn’t felt it inside her. What would she do if she let her passion win out against her better sense? Who would she be?
"Oh, you have a belt!" she blurted out, "That's three!"
"So I do!" he said, "My belt is being reserved, though. It doesn't count as a tie, but trust me, you'll feel it."
She gulped. His belt was long and thick, made of good leather that looked unforgiving when she viewed it in that light.
"I don't know of anything else, sir," she whispered.
"Did you check everywhere?" he asked.
"No," she said. She started looking through his drawers and, finally, crawled on her hands and knees to check under the workbench.
"That's a lovely view if I've ever seen one," Kenny told her, and she blushed, feeling that strange combination of shame and delight that welled within her whenever he complimented her debauchery.
Finally, under the bench, she found a third piece of rope, that she pulled out even though it was greasy, dusty, and horrible. It must have fallen out of the trash can.
Did she want to show it to Kenny? She knew she had initiated the spanking, but now that it was coming, did she really want to take it?
There was nothing else for it, though. She'd found the rope and she needed to bring it to Kenny. She started inching backwards, trying to delay the moment where he saw the rope in her hands and knew he could get to work.
"I take it by how slowly you're moving, Tina my dear," he said loudly, "that you've found something that will work for our purposes?"
"Yes, sir," she said quietly, and gave up on dawdling. She backed up and stood, presenting the third piece of rope to him.
"Good girl," he said, “Now, why don’t you strip all of that pesky clothing off?”
Tina’s hands shook as she pulled her shirt off over her head and stepped out of her shorts.
“Bra and panties, too,” he reminded her.
When she obeyed, Kenny just sat and watched her for a minute, staring at her naked body, out of place in his greasy garage shop. She held still, trying to keep the shame and excitement off of her face, hands held tightly together behind her back.
"Tina," Kenny told her, "I want you to have some choice in this. Would you like to be tied to the ceiling or over my bike?"
She blanched. She didn't want a choice in this. She didn't want to think that she had an opinion about such wicked, wicked acts. That was part of the appeal of being tied and spanked.
"On the bike, sir," she whispered.
"Oh, interesting choice," he said, "Are you looking forward to thinking about how your ass feels just spanked, when you're touching yourself at night?"
She blushed. She was, a little. How did he know? Her pussy had started to grow damp again as she crawled on the floor, thinking about the spanking - and maybe the fucking - that was to come.
"I don't know, sir," she said.
"That's okay, you'll find out," he said.
She nodded.
"Go ahead and get on the bike. I want you to straddle it and bend over, so I can tie your hands to the handlebars and reach your ass, and anything else I want to," he ordered.
She obeyed, of course. As much as she was dreading another pounding of her tender ass, she was entirely curious about what this spanking would feel like.
"Before I tie you up, I need to remind you of something," he said in his most professorial voice.
"Yes, sir?" she asked.
"I'm stronger than you, and if I tie you up, you won't be going anywhere," he said.
"Yes, sir," she said. She wasn't going anywhere anyways, how would that make a difference?
"You know that you'll be totally at my disposal, right?" he asked, “Every inch of your body, every hole ready for me, nothing to stop me from taking whatever I want?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. Was he going to fuck her?
He didn't even have to tell her to hold still. She froze in place as he bound each of her wrists to the hod, her fingers still wrapped around the cold metal. She could move a little, but she didn't imagine that she could get free without tipping the bike and hurting herself.
"Press your thighs together," he ordered, and she obeyed. Kenny bound her legs together tightly, just under her ass, so that she was a little off-balance and couldn't spread her legs if she wanted to.
That made her feel a little better about his speech telling her that every one of her holes was about to be open to him. Surely he couldn't fuck her pussy if he couldn't spread her legs?
She tried to tell herself that she didn't feel a little thrill of disappointment at the thought.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
She nodded.
The first blow came before she expected it, a singing sweep of the belt that landed right across both of her asscheeks.
She whimpered.
"Oh, my apologies, I've forgotten something," he said, and walked away.
After a moment, he came back, Tina's forgotten dirty underwear in his hand, and pressed it against her lips.
"Open wide," he told her, and stuffed the pair of panties into her mouth.
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She obeyed his command to shut her mouth and winced as he tied a rag around her head, holding the panties in her mouth.
Tina could taste the salty musk of her own arousal on the soiled panties, and thrilled with shame and pleasure. She liked the taste of herself. How had she never known that before?
She looked up at Kenny, fear and gratitude mixed in her eyes. He'd introduced her to exciting pleasures that she could not have dreamed of.
He told her to shut her eyes, and she felt another, hopefully cleaner, being tied tightly around her head, this one as a blindfold that kept her from looking at anything.
"You make a lovely picture like this, Tina," he told her.
Before she could decide how she felt about that, the second blow came, striking her hard across her ass, sore in a new place.
Tina moaned around the gag in her mouth and held herself still. The first blow still ached and tingled on her ass, and the second one hurt with a sharp intensity that she hoped would fade.
"You know, I think, for your first spanking, I should use my hand, don't you?" he asked.
She nodded, hoping that his hand, broad and strong as it was, would hurt less than the whistling intensity of that big belt.
The first blow was more than a tap, and she relaxed a little. That wasn't so bad, even though her ass was already a little sore.
The second was harder than any of the three before it, shoving her forward so she smacked her head against the bike.
"Whoops, sorry, honey," he said, "Let me take care of that a little."
She felt him moving around for a minute, and then another of the vicious blows, but this time her head hit soft fabric instead of the hard metal.
It was better, but her ass felt like it was on fire, and she found herself whining through the gag.
She'd hoped that she could take it through at least half an hour of a spanking, but she wasn't sure she could cope with three more blows.
She could.
The blows continued to rain down on her, totally unpredictably. She'd feel four or five light taps in a row, and then a series of rough blows that knocked her into the pillow and made her sob with pain.
Even the light taps started to hurt more and more as her ass got sorer and sorer, and she was almost grateful when he started to change things up and hit her thighs, her breasts, her nipples, from the side.
Especially when he hit her breasts or her nipples, she couldn't deny that some part of her was enjoying this rough treatment. The moans she let escape were more pleasure than pain, and, even when she sobbed and the tears rolled down her face, she squirmed with the desire to be touched.
All she wanted, at that moment, was to come. As the pain built, as her ass started to feel hotter and hotter with every blow, so did her desire for release.
She tried to say "Please, please," through the gag, but she never managed to make it understandable.
The only thing Kenny said in reply was "We're not done here yet."
She started squeezing the muscles between her legs, getting a little sensation on her clit, the little thrills of delight making the unpredictable spanking easier to bear.
"All right, let's take a break before I get the belt back out," Kenny said.
She gulped.
"It's time for another choice, Tina!" he said brightly, "Would you like me to belt your ass or your tits?"
She hesitated. Her ass was already hurting badly enough that she didn't want to imagine what more cracks from that wide belt would do to it, but her poor tits were even more tender and delicate, and the thought of a cruel blow to her nipples made her squirm and sob.
Even more than that, though, she could feel that she was dripping wet, and, even as the tears of pain rolled down her cheeks, she wanted to beg him to make her come, let her come, even if she owed him again, even if she had to let him use her in every way, she wanted so badly to come.
She gasped when he untied her gag and pulled the soiled panties out of her mouth.
“Which will it be?” he asked.
“Please, sir, please, please,” she babbled.
“Please what?” he asked. She couldn’t see him, he hadn’t untied her blindfold, but his voice was teasing.
“I need to come,” she gasped, “Sir, I need to come so badly, I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, shit, you almost came from that spanking? I’ve never spanked a girl that roughly,” he said.
“Sir, please,” she moaned, rocking back and forth against the leather seat, trying to get any sensation at all on her aching clit, and not quite managing with the way she was tied.
“You don’t look like a virgin right now,” he said calmly, “You look a lot like a little slut to me.”
She nodded and sobbed, once. She couldn’t say anything against that.
“You look like a slut, you’ve let me fuck your mouth, you’ve let me tie you up and spank you, and you’ve let me finger you,” he said.
Again, she nodded and sobbed in shame.
“Are you really still a virgin?” he asked.
“I don’t know, sir,” she said, gulping.
“I don’t think you are, not really,” he said, “What would it really matter if you let me slide my cock inside your pussy? It would feel so good for us both.”
She shook her head.
“You’re sure? You don’t want to find out how good my cock can feel inside you?” he asked.
She shook her head, but not as emphatically. She did want it. She’d loved the feel of his cock against her skin, against her clit, even against her entrance. She badly wanted to feel him slide inside her.
Could she let him? Could she sink that low?
“I tell you what, sweetheart,” he said, “You’ve taken this spanking like a champ, and you’re so cute when you’re desperate to come, that I’m going to let you.”
“Thank you, sir,” she sobbed.
“If you let me put the head of my cock inside your pussy, so I can feel you come around me,” he said.
"No," she moaned. She wanted to say 'yes,' she wanted him inside her so badly, but she just couldn't do it. She’d told him he could fuck her, but now that she was naked and bound, she couldn’t say it again. Was she really about to lose her cherry?
"Okay!" he said. With another slap to her abused bottom, she felt him come up behind her and slide his cock between her thighs.
It felt so good, she could hardly stand it. She ached for him, she was hungry for him. She needed him.
"Please fuck my pussy, sir," she whispered.
"What was that, sweetheart?" he asked, "I want to be very clear."
"Please fuck my pussy, sir," she said, more loudly.
"You want me to take that last pesky scrap of your virginity?" he asked.
She paused and felt him slide his cock back and forth, between her asshole and the entrance to her pussy.
"Yes, sir" she said.
She felt him fumbling for a minute, and the belt around her legs fell away from her.
His thigh shoved her legs apart, and she felt one of his strong hands on her hips, holding her steady as the bike rocked a little.
"Okay, Tina, it might hurt for a minute, but this will feel a lot better," he said.
She groaned as she felt his searching fingers between her legs, finding her entrance and slipping inside, stretching her tight pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, “Are you ready? I can’t wait much longer.”
She nodded, and it was almost no time before his cock was at her entrance again, and she felt him push forward, entering her for the first time.
"You're so wet, you want this so badly, don't you?" he asked.
She nodded. She couldn't help but be honest, always.
"I'm so glad, sweetheart," he said.
She felt his enormous cock sliding home, stretching her. It hurt, but nothing like the pain of her spanking.
This... this was an ache. It was a little too full, a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't find it in he
rself to mind.
He was so much wider than his fingers, that every inch of his cock stretched her deeper and wider than she'd ever felt before.