Of Pain and Delight

by Heidi Stone

  ‘I licked obediently. I licked upwards, over her ankle to her calf. Her breathing was becoming even more stilted. I moved higher and circled her knee with the tip of my tongue, then higher still until I lapped hungrily at her thigh. I breathed deeply and the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. I began to finger myself as I moved my face ever closer to my ultimate goal. I don’t know what I was thinking; my mind was racing. The thought of touching another woman in a sexual way would previously have repulsed me and yet, here I was, fully intending to lick the saturated flesh between her legs!

  ‘The tip of my tongue found the smoothness of her bare skin at the top of the boot. I stopped for a moment; for some reason I felt I had gone too far. I looked up at her face. She seemed like a giant, towering above me. Her expression was cold but unthreatening. I licked her thigh again and then moved my body forward. My mouth was less than an inch from her pussy. I remember wondering how many cocks had slipped between those lush folds of sex flesh. I took another deep breath. Her scent was strong but fresh, the scent of a real woman.

  ‘Suddenly she grabbed me by the hair and rammed my face against her groin so that my mouth was pressed hard against her cunt. I began to lick her immediately. She circled her hips and gripped my hair tightly, moaning softly to herself. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go and then moved it in and out like a little prick. Her juices filled my mouth as I suckled her. Her taste was divine. I swallowed avidly and then drank more from her. I drew her outer lips between my teeth and chewed them gently, at the same time delving my tongue between them.

  ‘She leant forward over me and gripped my bottom, still grinding her crotch against my face. I felt the stiff bud of her clitoris against my tongue. I raised my head slightly and drew the little button between my teeth and pressed my jaw hard against her mound. I flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly across her clit. She groaned loudly and dug her fingernails into the firm flesh of my bottom. I licked her even faster, up and down and from side to side. It seemed to come naturally to me.

  ‘Suddenly she squealed and clawed at my buttocks. Her pussy lips appeared to open even wider and my face became soaked with her juices as she came to a shattering climax. I continued to lick her whilst gripping her leather-clad thighs with both hands. I rubbed my face against her soft wet sex lips and lapped hungrily. I licked, probed and suckled her juicy flesh until she could take no more. Eventually she pushed me away and staggered over to sit on a nearby stool. She was panting like a galloping horse, her breasts heaving and her legs trembling.

  ‘I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. Although a large woman, she was very attractive for someone of her age. Her fine body was covered in sweat that trickled down over her skin in tiny rivulets, and she was still clutching the tawse. I couldn’t believe it – surely she wasn’t going to punish me now, not after I had given her such intense joy with my tongue?

  ‘She seemed to read my thoughts. “Well, princess,” she said, in the most menacing way, “now your punishment will be doubled!” I asked her why; hadn’t I pleased her? But she just sneered and stood up, slapping the teaser against the side of one leather boot. “Not only do I find you allowing your royal body to be impaled by common soldiers, but you then have the temerity to seduce me! Is there no end to your debauchery?”

  ‘I pleaded with her, begged her, but it was all in vain. I no longer craved the pain of the tawse; I wanted gentle, loving sex. I yearned for her to put her mouth to me and to lick me in the same way I had pleased her, but she clearly had other things on her mind. “Place a pillow under your hips and lie on your stomach, princess,” she ordered. I obeyed immediately. “Spread your legs!” she barked. I opened my legs until my toes gripped the two opposite edges of the wide bed and gripped the iron bedstead tightly with my fingers. My bottom was slightly raised by the pillow, which was rapidly becoming wet with my juices. I buried my face resignedly in the other pillow and awaited my punishment.

  ‘I felt her stroke my bottom again with her fingertips. “Such a perfect bottom,” she said, “it’s a shame that soon it will be marked and bruised.” She ran her fingers in the cleft between my buttocks and touched my anus, which made me jump. She eased her fingertip inside the little hole. It hurt, and I cried out. “Ah,” she muttered, “a virgin there, it appears.” I said nothing. Thankfully, she removed her finger from me and stroked my bottom again.

  ‘Then I felt the tawse being gently dragged across my skin. I could feel the gnarled ridges and could sense the hardness of the leather. I shivered uncontrollably, something that Mistress Cale could not have failed to notice. But she said nothing, and instead tapped my bottom with the teaser. “Such ripe, delicious flesh,” she said quietly, almost to herself.

  ‘She moved behind me and I felt her kneel on the bed between my legs, and then she parted my buttocks with her thumbs. There was a long pause, and I strained my neck and squinted over my shoulder. She was staring at my bottom and licking her lips. From the expression on her face it was clear that she was savouring the sight of my virgin hole. I turned my head and pressed my face against the pillow once more. There was something incongruously exciting in what she was doing, although I couldn’t explain it. It was as though I was taking pleasure in this basest of subjugation.

  ‘Nothing more happened for what seemed like an age. She just knelt there, studying my behind. I could hear the sounds of the palace from the other side of the door. I heard a group of soldiers marching along the corridor and couldn’t help wondering what they might have thought had they seen their princess in such a predicament.

  ‘Mistress Cale must have moved her face closer, for I could feel her warm breath against my bottom. Then suddenly I felt her kiss me, a gentle kiss at the top of the valley between my buttocks. I held my breath, wondering what she was going to do next. Was this a precursor to the beating I was about to undergo? She kissed me again, a little lower this time, and then I felt her tongue sliding wetly along the crease. She moved the tip up and down, allowing it to progress ever lower. I thrust my buttocks upward and felt her part the cheeks further with her thumbs. Her tongue reached the spot just above my little hole. I raised my groin from the pillow completely and thrust my bottom up as if offering myself to her.

  ‘I was offering myself to her!

  ‘I desperately wanted her to lick me – there, in that special place.

  ‘She teased me unmercifully, licking around my tight little anus but never once allowing her tongue to touch me there. I could feel the wetness of her saliva dribbling down over the little hole to mix with the juices that seemed to be seeping from my pussy. I began to tremble with lust again. I realise now that this was all part of her game of torment but then, in my innocence, I thought she really was going to lick my bottom fully. And oh, how I wanted her to!

  ‘She drew back after giving me a playful kiss between my buttocks. I lowered myself down on the pillow again, bitterly disappointed. The pillow was wet, a clear testament to the strength of my arousal. I lay in silence for some minutes as she resumed her posture behind me and stared once more at my bottom. My disappointment was rapidly turning to anger. I had satisfied her, I had sated her with my tongue, and yet all she did was tease me.

  ‘I began to wonder just what it would be like to feel a warm wet tongue slipping and sliding over my anus, and even probing inside, and the very idea made me squirm. I vowed that I would demand such treatment from my next lover, whoever it may be.

  ‘Suddenly my thoughtful meandering was cruelly interrupted by a loud thwacking sound as leather hit soft skin, and a searing pain tore through my poor bottom. There had been no warning, not even the drawing of breath from my tormentor. The suddenness of her assault caused me to cry out and wriggle over the bed as though to escape. “Lie down, princess!” commanded my torturer. “Take your punishment willingly or the king will hear what his sweet daughter has been up to this day!”

  ‘I had no choice. Th
e king would be furious if he heard I’d consorted with soldiers and, worse still, if Mistress Cale told him what I’d done with her. No doubt she would weave a convincing tale of how I’d seduced her through wiles, or ordered her compliance. The painful stinging sensation in my bottom was increasing in intensity rather than decreasing, and I wasn’t sure how much punishment I could take. Nevertheless, I moved back down the bed to my original position with the pillow under my groin and my bottom offered to her delectation.

  ‘The second stroke came almost immediately. The sound rang in my ears but the pain didn’t seem quite as bad as the first. A third stroke was administered and it seemed as if my tortured skin was becoming numb. There was a long pause. I waited, barely daring to breathe. I knew that three lashes would not be sufficient to satisfy my cruel mistress. My bottom burned incredibly. The stinging continued to increase in intensity the longer I lay there, as the nerves in my flesh once more became alive to sensation.

  ‘The fourth stroke came as suddenly as the first. I yelped with pain as the tawse hit me across the spot where my bottom begins to curve from my thighs. Six or seven more strokes were delivered in quick succession. I don’t know exactly how many; I lost count. What was more important was the fact that I was becoming more and more aroused; I could feel a familiar excitement between my legs.

  ‘I had a strong urge to put my fingers to myself in order to relieve some of the pent-up frustration that threatened to erupt from my body, but I thought better of it. I had the feeling that, if I showed any enjoyment in the proceedings, Mistress Cale would merely cease the punishment and leave me to my misery.

  ‘Two more hard strokes were delivered, one to each buttock. I gritted my teeth, I was so close to coming I felt that one more kiss of the teaser and I would go over the edge.

  ‘Mistress Cale walked to stand by my side. I raised my head and looked at her. Tears were streaming from my eyes, but they were tears of lust and frustration. For the first time that day she smiled. “Have you had enough, princess?” she said, quietly. The smile turned quickly into a smirk and I realised that she knew. The bitch had seen that I was about to come and had purposely stopped the beating. My mind raced. I knew that if I begged her for more she would ignore my entreaties, but could I be convincing enough? Could I make her believe that I genuinely didn’t want her to continue thrashing me?

  ‘I nodded and spoke weakly. “Yes mistress,” I mumbled, “I cannot take any more. My poor bottom stings so.” She smiled again, but this time it was a sneering smile. She moved back to stand behind me. “Then perhaps a few more,” she said triumphantly. I buried my face in the pillow, anxious that she should not notice my delight at her words. She stood quietly for a moment, tormenting me as usual, then I heard her draw a deep breath. I stiffened my buttocks. I was coming! I just needed the touch of the tawse and it would be complete.

  ‘The leather hit my bottom with such ferocity that I screamed with the pain, but the fire and agony that burned my tortured flesh mellowed rapidly as the full force of my orgasm tore through my loins. I squealed again and writhed on the bed, grinding my crotch against the saturated pillow. The blissful orgasm seemed to last for ages; it was as if time stood still as a million tiny needles jabbed into by little clit at the same time.

  ‘Eventually I relaxed and looked fearfully at Mistress Cale, who was clearly furious. She ordered me to kneel with my bottom thrust high. I couldn’t understand it; she obviously knew that further punishment would merely delight me all the more, and yet she seemed intent on continuing. I certainly wasn’t going to offer her any argument!

  ‘I knelt as she demanded with my back dipped, and I rested on my shoulders so that my bottom jutted high. She ordered me to part my legs, which I was happy to do, assuming she would no doubt wish to stare at my anus and sex once more – but I was wrong.

  ‘I looked over my shoulder and watched her raise the tawse high above her head. She really was going to thrash me some more! My pussy twitched again. I braced myself for further pain and delight. The tawse swished down and, to my shock the leather whacked fully onto my wet sex. The pain was excruciating! Mistress Cale whipped me twice more in exactly the same place until I collapsed forward onto the bed. This time my tears were for real. My pussy throbbed awfully and every second the stinging got worse and worse. I rolled over onto my back and clutched myself between the legs with both hands. I pressed the palms hard against the wet flesh and it seemed to help ease the pain. I glared at Mistress Cale and, for once she appeared concerned that she’d gone too far. She threw the tawse onto the bed and quickly left the room, slamming the door behind her.

  ‘Gradually the pain subsided and was replaced by a pleasant pulsing, deep within the slippery flesh. I stiffened my buttocks and the throbbing seemed to increase in intensity. I could feel my little bud hardening. I touched myself, then began to rub.

  ‘Just then the door opened and Mistress Cale returned. She was now draped in a diaphanous dress and was carrying a small bronze jug. She sat at the foot of the bed and poured some liquid onto the palm of her hand, then reached forward and smoothed the cool oil onto my abused pussy. She was clearly worried that she had hurt me badly, and wasn’t ready for my response to her gentle caress. I came with a sudden wail and gripped her hand with both of mine to force her to press hard against my pulsating mound. She tried to pull her hand away, but I found a strength within me that could not be overcome. I rubbed my cunt against the bitch’s palm until I was completely sated, and then I let her go, dismissing her from the room with a contemptuous wave of my arm.

  ‘I lay still for a few minutes, pondering on what had happened to me, and how much pleasure I had achieved from the experience of pain. Soon after, as I lay there in a dreamy state, the door opened and my two lovely soldiers slipped into my bedroom.

  ‘And this time I bade them lock the door.’

  Chapter 5

  ‘I wish that evil clown Rapite would hurry up,’ said Calema, in a hushed tone. ‘I’m feeling cold.’

  Sahria slipped her arm around her naked friend’s shoulders and hugged her tightly. Their jailer had been gone for at least an hour, possibly more. Time seemed to have little meaning within the confines of their dark, dank prison. ‘Let’s just hope he has kept his word and spoken to the prince,’ she whispered, more to herself than to her young companion.

  They sat in silence for a while. Occasionally one of the torches spat angrily as the tallow sparked momentarily, but other than this the only sounds that could be heard were those of the two female’s steady breathing.

  Calema was the first to break the deathly hush. ‘Do you think Prince Sarne will allow us to join him?’ she said.

  ‘I hope so,’ replied Sahria. ‘I feel there is much that we can offer him, and there is certainly much that he can teach us.’

  Calema suddenly burst into tears and buried her face in Sahria’s bosom. ‘I don’t want to die,’ she sobbed. Sahria stroked her head gently, caressing the soft blonde tresses lovingly.

  ‘You won’t die,’ she whispered. ‘The prince has tasted your sweet body. He will want more.’

  Calema sat up and looked directly into Sahria’s eyes. She seemed so young, so vulnerable. Sahria wanted to kiss away her pain and fear. She hugged her again and closed her eyes. She imagined Calema kneeling on the floor of the palace with the prince plunging his enormous tool in and out of her bottom, and she felt very envious. He had to agree to their terms and, more importantly, she knew that she had to feel that same monstrous weapon within her own clutching sheath.

  The sounds of the door bolts being withdrawn made them both jump. The door creaked open and Rapite entered. He stood still for a moment, his muscular frame a silhouette against the bright light of the passageway behind him. Sahria and Calema rose to their feet.

  ‘You are to come with me,’ he snapped at last. ‘The prince will see you.’

  Sahria walked slowly over to him. She
couldn’t help but notice the way he leered at her breasts as they swayed provocatively with her movements. ‘May we not be dressed in some way, to preserve our dignity?’ she asked, as she stood before him. ‘A simple robe would do.’ She did her best to hold a regal pose and glared down at him, but his lecherous gaze remained fixed on her breasts, and to her profound annoyance she sensed her nipples hardening. She mentally cursed her lack of self-control.

  Calema stood next to her and Rapite glanced across at her smaller, pert breasts, and smiled. ‘I must fuck you on your return,’ he chuckled, ‘but come now, the prince will not be kept waiting.’

  ‘What about clothing?’ demanded Sahria, choosing to ignore his arrogance.

  Rapite eyed her contemptuously. ‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ he barked, then turned his back on the two girls and strode out of the room. Two burly guards stood in the doorway, waiting patiently, so Sahria looked at Calema and shrugged.

  ‘We can’t stay here,’ she said. ‘We might just as well go and see what the prince wants of us.’ They stepped out into the corridor, both blinking in the strong torchlight. Rapite was already disappeared around a corner at the far end of the hallway, and they followed his direction quickly.

  The two girls passed numerous groups of soldiers on their long walk to the throne room. The men leered at their nakedness and joked amongst themselves. Sahria was aware that they had all probably seen them naked before, but that had been under very different circumstances. It was they who would have been the prisoners, bound and gagged and more than willing to succumb as victims to their tortuous demands.