The Finest Line

by Catherine Taylor

He only half smiled at her humour. “If you ever feel that I am disrespecting you or treating you harshly, I will never lay a hand on you again. I promise.”

  She knew what he was offering her, a chance to redeem herself from her own suffering. The more she thought about it, the calmer her tortured soul became. It also was having a profound effect on her vagina.

  “So are you sure we’re not a couple of weirdos?”

  James laughed loud. “You bet we are baby and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “But me especially,” She had one last question. “What happens to me James, when I am being hurt beyond what I think I can endure? It feels so strange. It’s like I can still feel what’s happening to me but it’s no longer registering as pain? It feels wonderful, almost like some out of body type shit.”

  “It’s called subspace.” James told her. “I’ve heard it called other things as well but the descriptions are pretty much the same. Physically it’s a dump of certain chemicals and hormones in the body. Not everyone can achieve it, though it is very common in masochists, but you, like everything that you’re talented at, have an extraordinary ability to do it, quicker than I’ve ever seen.”

  “It makes me wonder how far I could go.”

  He looked at deeply. “I know it does and I’ll take you as far as you want to go but we do it together. Pain is something you don’t play with lightly. The after effects can be devastating.”

  Mairead grinned. “It was never going to be just romantic dinners and the movies with you and I was it?”

  James shook his head. “I knew what I was getting into and frankly, I was a little nervous.”

  She liked that, “And now?”

  “Now I’m terrified.” James grinned and planted a kiss on her pouting lips. “You do scare me a little Mairead, but there is not a woman in this world that excites me like you do. I love you.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond, only to accept his mouth upon hers.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  When he finally released her from his passion, he removed her from his lap and turned her towards the buffet. “Go and fetch the hairbrush.”

  Mairead turned back to him, lost without his arms around her and a little disturbed, “But that’s Vanessa’s.”

  James nodded with his evil smile. “Yes and she made quite clear to me that her gift would be extra special if I felt the need to use it on your backside, so bring it to me now.”

  It looked so innocent with its pretty little roses but when she picked it up, Mairead remembered how hard the back of it had felt and she was a little nervous. “So why am I getting a spanking?”

  James laughed. “You don’t feel that there’s anything in your behaviour of the last several days that might warrant some punishment?” His stern look came back. “We will start at the beginning, shall we? This one will be for not being at the Buckets when I told you to be there. Now get into the bed room with the brush.”

  Mairead walked very slowly, aware of him right behind her, until he lost patience and hurried her along with her hand firmly in his. He did not lead her to the bed but to a corner of the bedroom, where he took hold of the shirt and drew it swiftly off her.

  The vulnerability of her nakedness nearly caused her to climax before he had even touched her. He positioned her to face the corner and pushed her feet wide apart with his own, making her very conscious of the moisture seeping from her.

  He took the brush from her. “Lean forward and rest your head into your arms against the wall.”

  By doing so was like willingly offering her backside for punishment. She didn’t think she could bare the ache in her vagina much longer especially when James began to rub the back of the hairbrush against her buttocks. He seemed to settle on a certain spot in the centre of her right cheek. He moved the brush in tiny circles without going further until suddenly it snapped against her.

  Mairead gasped at the sting and he hadn’t even used much force. He repeated the whole thing for her left cheek and then leant in close to her face.

  “This is what’s going to happen, Mairead.” His harsh whisper made her tremble. “I have to call your father and assure him that you are wide awake and in good health. You are going to stay in this corner, exactly as you are now.” His hand caressed her behind. “It will give you time to contemplate how much this brush is going to hurt, especially since I have already warmed you up with my hand. If you move then we will go for the trifecta with my belt.”

  His torment was agonising and Mairead wasn’t sure her jellied legs would support her. “How long do I have to stay here?”

  “However long it takes,” He patted her and walked away and had no sooner left the room than her fingers flew to her clitoris desperately seeking relief.

  Just as quickly, James came striding up to her and took hold of the offending hand. “Uh uh, you’re here for punishment Mairead not pleasure.” He positioned her as she had been and then gripping her waist tightly under his arm he rapidly smacked the hairbrush against the back of her thighs six times.

  Mairead screamed out at the pain and shrunk down when he calmly addressed her. “Do you want to try again to stay still?”

  She blinked away tears and nodded.

  “Now you also have the belt to be thinking about while you’re waiting.” He walked away again and this time Mairead didn’t move, though she badly wanted to rub the sting out of her thighs.

  Her excitement had only increased but she accepted the denial of a climax as part of her punishment as tormenting as it was. She was very aware of what was in store for her and it terrified her and excited her and brought an incredible sense of serenity.

  James was in charge again. She didn’t even have control of her own body which was now at his mercy. There was nothing to do but wait and think. She imagined James sitting between her wide open legs, his face pressing against her vagina and his tongue pushing between the lips seeking that part which was torturing her the most.

  Whilst he brought comfort to her clitoris, his fingers were plunging into her releasing her until his mouth replaced them to drink from her climax.

  “Having fun?” His voice set off spasms of her internal walls.

  She looked at him pitifully. “I didn’t move.”

  James grinned. “Yes but something tells me you weren’t repenting your sins.”

  His hand ran slowly down her back and over her buttocks and Mairead knew that he was looking at the lingering bruises of her self inflicted punishment.

  “I hurt myself James,” It was the last confession she had to make. “I took a belt and tried to imagine it was you.”

  His reply was furious. “I would never do this to you Mairead. This is dangerous. You don’t fuck with your spine.” He took her arm and spun her to face him, leaning down to look directly into her face. “You don’t ever do that again in any form. If you want to be punished, then you leave it up to me. That includes putting yourself into situations so that you can suffer. You should have come back to me that day Mairead. You should have fucking come back.”

  She cried and nodded miserably, imploring him, “Please James, please make it go away.”

  He picked her up and held her against the corner with his body and her thighs clutching him. His hand gripped her hair pulling her head back so he could assault her mouth with his own.

  Her legs encircled his hips, but she was weakening under the ferocity of his passion, while his strength was only increasing. He held her against him as he carried her to the bed, still kissing her until he laid her down on the bed. His body was heavy against her keeping her legs wide apart as he moved down to her breasts.

  Her left nipple was sucked as his fingers caressed the other until he took it between his fingers and applied pressure.

  Mairead cried out at the pain and tried to take his hand away but his grip was unmovable. The only relief came when he swapped over and she was soon screaming again.

  In his own time, he released her and his tongue gen
tly licked each nipple until he brought his face back to hers. “Who disciplines you Mairead?”

  She was trembling as she whispered, “You do.”

  “And why is that Mairead?”

  She grinned at him, “Because I’m an idiot.”

  There was a little playful turn of his mouth despite his angry glare. “No, because you’re a naughty little girl with a smart mouth and I know exactly what to do about that.”

  In one swift movement she was lifted up and deposited face down over his left thigh. He tucked her waist under his arm so that her upper body lay on the bed. Her ankles were trapped between his shoes.

  The hardness of the brush was tapped against her and she winced, knowing this was not going to be pleasant. What his hand had achieved was quickly enhanced as he set the brush to work against the base of her cheeks.

  Mairead screamed and bucked to escape the concentrated assault.

  “Too much, it’s too much James,” Mairead screamed out as she continued to struggle. The only part of her she could move at all was her backside which she wiggled about trying to dodge the blows. It only delayed the inevitable for a second and the brush continued to connect with the moving target. “Please James, it hurts like hell.”

  He did not let up. “I told you that I would decide what punishment you needed and you have no say in it.” He stopped for a moment and rolled her away a little so that he could look back at her face. “Is that understood Mairead?”

  She looked at him pleadingly. “But it hurts.”

  “I told you to meet me at the Buckets at three pm that day and you disobeyed me.” His disappointment was evident. “That hurt too.”

  She cried a little harder. “I’m so sorry James.”

  His mouth moved into a soft smile. “I know you are babe.”

  She loved him so much. She trusted him. Whatever he dished out would be for her benefit. The comprehension of that allowed her body to relax against him. There was no other place she wanted to be than exactly where she was, secure and safe.

  Already the strange chemistry within her was redefining the physical sensations. The pain became duller as her arousal increased. She asked quietly, “Are you still going to use your belt?”

  His smile grew wider, “Of course I am and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never want to defy me again.”

  It was her turn to smile, “I thought I was being punished?”

  “I thought so too,” He looked at her sheepishly. “But if I don’t do something about what’s going on in my pants, I’m going to be in more pain than you.”

  Mairead sighed critically, “I don’t know how I am supposed to learn anything if you can’t control your urges. I’m just going to keep being naughty.”

  “I’m counting on it,” He laughed as he rolled her back in place. “Now shut the fuck up and let me finish this.”

  The pain proved hard to control, to find that place where it would lose its sting. Mairead was sure her backside was swollen, blistered and bruised at the conclusion. Her face was a mess of tears and snot when he gently helped her up.

  He gave her a concerned grin. “Not feeling so confident now?”

  She shook her head and then gasped as she watched him draw his belt from his jeans and toss it on the bed.

  “James please, I don’t think I can do this.”

  He ignored her, turning her around. “Go back in the corner and wait for me. I’ll be two minutes.”

  Still weeping and sniffing, she walked to the corner and tried to rub some of the sting from her buttocks. The blazing heat of her slightly blistered skin told her that this was indeed the worst she had ever received. The thought of more to come was frightening and yet her excitement remained as did her arousal.

  James came back and she glanced around to see that he had brought a wet towel, a bottle of water, a bottle of baby oil and a tube of cream. There were small coils of ropes lying next to the belt. She watched as he arranged the pillows in the centre of the bed. Somehow she knew this was going to be intense.

  He saw her looking at her and smiled, beckoning her to him. “Come here.”

  Trembling from all her bodily reactions, she walked towards him. As soon as she stood before him he took a cloth and washed her face, before handing her the bottle of water. When she had drunk her fill, he began to tie ropes to her wrists, using complex knots that he tied with precision.

  She looked at him silently and he smiled softly. “Safer if you can’t move.”

  He indicated for her to take her position on the bed. Reluctantly she climbed on and laid her body face down, over the pillows. James immediately tied her hands to corners of the headboard.

  He patted her backside, “Bum up and legs apart.”

  Stuffing pillows under her, he angled her so that her bottom was sticking up. When he had her as he wanted, he tied the other ropes behind her knees and secured them to sides of the bed.

  Mairead had never felt more vulnerable. She was unable to move, and everything was exposed to his view.

  She tried to make light of the situation, “Seems a lot of effort for a few licks of a belt.”

  James leaned over her, grasping her hair to gently pull her head up to look at him.

  His tone was severe. “You are here for punishment, not a few licks of the belt. Every time I bring that belt down on your bottom, you are going to think about everything you have done. Is that understood?”

  She nodded timidly.

  “I’m going to rub oil onto you to stop the leather biting into you but unfortunately it is also going to make it hurt all that much more. Nothing more than what you deserve Mairead. You have been a very naughty girl and I’m going to make sure you know that I will not tolerate your behaviour for one second.”

  As she listened to him, she felt an eerie calm come over her, draining her strength. Her clitoris throbbed stronger and her vagina contracted.

  James began to rub the oil onto her buttocks. He took his time, parting her cheeks further and rubbing his thumb on her anus. Mairead groaned into the bed savouring his touch.

  Standing up, James snapped the loops of the belt together and she closed her eyes, her teeth clenched.

  The leather made its first vicious assault across her buttocks. Mairead screamed as the level of pain introduced itself to her senses. It radiated through her entire lower body. Before she had time to process it the second made an equal impact.

  Mairead strained at her bonds, trying to draw the pain out of her body through a sustained howl of pain. Her cries were cut short as the belt descended again. She stopped struggling and slumped down crying piteously as the next one landed.

  He had told her to remember everything and she began to fill her mind with all the terrible images that she wanted so badly to forget. As the faces of Mark and his father took shape she made her first acceptance of her punishment. It wasn’t until she remembered how badly she had hurt James that she began to welcome her agony.

  As she did, the pain began to dull. Her arousal, although momentarily forgotten, had not lost any of its energy. It was becoming the dominating influence. Her cries grew quieter until the only sound echoing through the room was the sharp slap of leather on naked skin.

  Her mind flooded with ecstasy as the contractions of her vagina intensified. She began to arch her back, pushing her sex out to him, tempting him, offering him everything. Her gift was rewarded as the tip of the belt made contact with her vagina.

  Mairead’s head flew back as the new sensation penetrated her, sending waves of sweet pain deep into her body. Her groans grew louder until they remained constant, as the belt slapped flat between her cheeks, leaving nothing untouched.

  Spreading her legs to the widest possible and arching higher, she received the attention she craved as her clitoris was thrashed to orgasm. It rippled through her entire lower body causing massive muscle contractions in her stomach and vagina. With her inner thighs quivering, her knees gave way and she fell to the bed.

 
She wept at the rapture of ultimate pleasure and then laughed softly as she felt James’ hands on her hips, pulling her up. Just as she thought it could not get better, her sensations began to flare again as he thrust his penis deep inside her, sending come running down her thighs.

  There was no strength left to meet him, but she soon knew that he needed no help. His grip on her thighs allowed him to position as he pleased to use her vagina to his satisfaction. True to word, he fucked her hard and her body responded eagerly. Even in exhaustion her hips were soon bucking with yet another climax and still he wanted more.

  His fingers found her clitoris and worked it until her body responded as he desired and smearing his fingers with her come, he brought it to her anus. His finger pushed gently inside getting gradually deeper as her muscles relaxed until it was able to work in and out. This time she offered no resistance, and allowed the thrusting of double penetration to bring her to climax again. James came with her, withdrawing his finger to hold her hips steady while he pushed deep inside.