Bouquet of Bamboo
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The spoon and fork followed him in their grip. ‘For the waiter who truly wishes to please,’ she continued sternly, ‘some skilful spoon work is always appreciated.’ Releasing the fork, she guided the spoon to the bulbous knout of his erection, and his thighs tensed and he groaned through the gag as she tapped his swollen glans.
‘Careful, he’s—’ Andrea warned, too late, for the tormented erection pulsed, and coated the wrist controlling the spoon with glistening, viscous semen.
‘Silver service,’ Beatrice whispered, scooping up the glutinous spillage with the spoon, Andrea devouring every detail of the action with the web cam.
Discarding the utensils, Beatrice snapped the plastic nappy back up over the pulsing penis, dismissing it contemptuously. Then she stood up as he sank weakly to his knees. She bent over to whisper something in his ear, the promise of further torment, and he lifted his handcuffed hands helplessly, but she merely gripped a handful of his hair, pinioning the naked Frenchman down. He writhed, attempting to twist out of her clutches, but she quelled his rebellion into stillness and surrender, her knuckles whitening amidst his dark hair.
‘Non, non, non, mon petit,’ she said soothingly, as if placating a naughty child. ‘It is time you were spanked – and spanked very hard.’ His nappy-clad buttocks clenched as she sat down on the carpet beside him and guided his body up across her lap.
‘Hors d’oeuvres before the main course,’ Andrea threw in, her web cam scanning the upturned nappy of the waiter, now lying helpless across the lap of his stern chastiser.
‘A fitting description,’ Beatrice agreed, smoothing the palm of her spanking hand across the plastic sheathing the bottom she was about to beat.
Patrice squirmed, but blindfolded and handcuffed and gagged, he remained utterly in her thrall. His face buried in the carpet, he surrendered his bottom, and she acknowledged his submission by firmly gripping the nape of his neck with her free hand.
Circling the cameo of dominance and submission, Andrea captured every nuance of the pre-punishment preparations in close up – the pinioning hand planted firmly at his neck; the brief kiss of the dominatrix’s breasts against the helpless bottom as she leaned over; the slow, smooth caressing circles of the spanking palm against the captive cheeks; the shine of the stretchy plastic nappy across the clenched buttocks, and the futile threshing of the Frenchman’s ankles as he kicked out impotently. Kneeling, she gripped the web cam more firmly as she filmed the menacing palm rise up above the buttocks below.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Beatrice administered three crisp, severe spanks. Patrice’s whole body slumped in surrender, his wriggling and kicking ceasing completely as he tensed in anticipation of more blows.
Crack! Crack!
Fiercer, increasingly savage spanks rang out.
Crack! Crack!
Through the clear plastic nappy stretched tightly across his cheeks, Beatrice saw the pink blush of punishment spreading across them. To her delight the final spank left a distinct crimson palm print right across his cleft, dividing the fingerprints on the one cheek from the palm print on the other.
‘Spank him harder,’ Andrea urged, her own arousal simmering. ‘Make him suffer—’
‘He must not merely suffer,’ Beatrice interrupted her lover, her voice calm and controlled. ‘I want him to learn through his suffering. He must not experience only a sudden pain, but a slow burn that builds to a blaze. And in that blaze there must be sorrow, repentance and true learning.’
Andrea closed her eyes tightly as Beatrice’s words caused a knot of excitement to grip her stomach. ‘You’re right,’ she whispered hoarsely, the web cam trembling in her grip. ‘You must do it your way. Do with him what you will. He’s yours, entirely yours. His bottom belongs to you and no other. Let his lesson be a memorable one.’
‘Yes, a lesson learned slowly – slowly and painfully – is a lesson never forgotten.’ She swept her hand down with renewed ferocity, the triple staccato echoing loudly around the room.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The nappy-clad buttocks bounced and bucked beneath the onslaught of vicious swipes.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The plastic was becoming hot beneath her spanking hand.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Her breasts bounced as she hammered pain down across the helpless Frenchman’s buttocks, and then once more briefly crushed her bare breasts into the delicious heat. He wriggled and squirmed beneath her breasts, and she sensed from the warmth radiating from the nappy that her victim was truly suffering now. The plastic rustled erotically as he writhed across her lap, rasping the nappy against her wet pubic nest.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Eight times in as many seconds she brought her hand down across his reddened cheeks, thrilling to the sheer satisfaction of her supreme dominance and her ability to dispense such searing discipline.
Then breathless, her breasts heaving, she paused. Her right hand burned. Gazing down, she studied the red buttocks through the clouded plastic. She fingered both punished cheeks through the taut sheen, and then slowly and carefully plucked at the tight waistband, peeling the nappy down a little. She sensed him tense in fearful expectation, and his abject misery delighted her. He was learning his painful lesson. She was proving something of a success as his teacher – his extremely strict teacher.
‘Let me see,’ Andrea pleaded, rising on tiptoe to point the web cam directly down in an effort to get a direct view of the crimson cheeks.
‘All in good time,’ Beatrice said.
‘Oh, please let me see his red bottom,’ Andrea begged, rubbing her pussy unashamedly with her free hand.
‘In a moment,’ Beatrice promised. ‘Be patient.’ Her pinching fingers held the elastic waistband up from the crowns of the punished cheeks. She released it, snapping the elastic down swiftly so it bit into the hot flesh. A thin white line immediately appeared, and above it the blazing buttocks swelled. ‘I’m baring your bottom now, mon petit,’ she said softly, gripping the waistband and slowly easing the nappy down to his thighs. ‘And now it’s completely bare, I propose to inspect it. I propose to inspect it thoroughly, do you understand? It is my intention to examine the effects of the punishment so far. Then, when I have fully satisfied myself, I will spank you on your bare bottom. On your bare bottom, mon petit, very, very hard.’
His gagged curses, protests and pleas were completely ignored, and the thought of him being forced to swallow his anguish brought a grim smile to her expression of determination. Fully exposed, his crimson buttocks dimpled in a reflex of instinctive fear, and lowering her face, she fleetingly kissed each scalded cheek upon its clenched crown.
Then raising her head she ran a fingernail down the length of his dark cleft, and settled herself more comfortably beneath him. To ease the weight across her thighs she adjusted one leg, inching it up a fraction, watching, her eyes narrowing hungrily as his spanked bottom rose and seemed to offer itself for the impending onslaught. The slight movement, to her immense delight, rendered the cheeks more firmly contoured, making them even more invitingly round and temptingly taut. She lifted her hand, and swiped it down again.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Stripped bare of the stretchy plastic, the cheeks echoed back the three sharp smacks more clearly. As her palm connected directly with his bare bottom, her throat tightened and her nipples ached. She spanked him with savage fervour, swiftly cracking her hot palm down repeatedly across his crimson cheeks; crimson cheeks that glowed as her onslaught escalated. She shuddered as she felt the ripples of an orgasm beginning to crest in her tummy. Spanking a bare-bottomed man lying helpless across her knees and utterly at her mercy brought her to the gates of a splendid delight. Soon, she knew, she would rush through those gates to enter the realm of Sade, where she would glut her senses on the bittersweet perfume emanating from the roses of suffering.
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nbsp; On the floor, her skirt immodestly gathered up around her hips, Andrea caressed her sex with shiny, wet fingertips. The spanking stopped after a final stuttering staccato of seven harsh swipes, and as she masturbated rhythmically, she gazed directly at both the punisher and the punished through the web cam.
The chime of an incoming e-mail surprised them. It was from Cosima in Milan, urging Beatrice to even greater efforts. Let us see him sob on your naked breasts, it read, ‘and you will run the entire London operation for us.
Spurred on by such an offer and the scent of triumph, Beatrice pulled the cool nappy back up over the smouldering cheeks. She slowly palmed the plastic-sheathed balls of her red-bottomed victim, and the web cam’s microphone caught the audible squirt as Patrice came again, his seed splattering against the tightly stretched plastic. Andrea almost swooned as she saw his shaft spearing and straining into the opaque sheath. And as he quivered, shuddering in the throes of his orgasm, Beatrice drove her forefinger down between his punished cheeks, deep into his anus, taking the plastic with the sinking digit. Andrea stared open-mouthed, as her normally submissive lover gasped and collapsed over her captive, crushing her naked breasts into his spanked bottom, and a pang of jealousy stabbed her as she watched her naked girlfriend enjoying the body of a submissive man. Then she too succumbed to an orgasm that nearly made her drop the web cam.
Then, gathering herself, Beatrice hauled the shivering Frenchman up and peeled away the blindfold. He was sobbing breathlessly through the gag, and cradling his tear-stained face almost tenderly, she pulled his flushed countenance to her bare breasts. Moments later she turned, her back erect and proud, and offered her tear-soaked breasts to the web cam, and Milan.
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