by Stark, Rhona
‘Don’t you get it yet?’ she said. I could tell she was grinning from the tone of her voice. Her next sentence was so stern though, that I could tell she must have been frowning.
‘I want you to turn over, so that your ass is pointing straight up in the air. I want you to lie over my lap. When you’re doing it right, I’m going to lift your skirt up, and pulled down your panties. Then, I’m going to spank you. I’m going to spank you harder than you think I’m going to. So hard that the cheeks of your ass get red, sting, and feel hot. You’re going to like it. You’re going to like it a lot, and I’ll know, because your pussy will get wet. And when you want to really let me know how much you like it, you can tell me.’
As she spoke, my heart started to beat faster again. I’d never been spanked before, of course, and I’d never understood why people did it. I mean, it hurt, right?
But now, as she spoke, so commanding, so totally in control, I felt a kind of lust, a kind of anticipation grow in me that I’d never felt before. What did she want me to say to her? Just that I was enjoying being spanked?
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’
I stood up, looked her in the eye, then knelt in front of. I tried to lay myself down over her lap as seductively as I could.
‘Hmm. Good enough,’ she said. ‘Remember, I don’t want to hear a word of complaint out of you, I want you to submit to the pain, to feel the pleasure.’ She placed a hand on my butt, then slid it down over my skirt, moving down to my leg.
‘You’ve got a beautiful body, Rayne, and while you’re here, it belongs only to me.’ I felt her hook a finger under the lower edge of my skirt. For a terrifying moment, I panicked about my underwear, but realized that thankfully, I’d put on a little lacy thong before going out today.
She smoothly moved the skirt up. I don’t know whether it was because my head was down, or just the situation, but I could feel my heart thundering in my chest like an engine, beating against my ribs like it was trying to break out. When she grabbed the lace of my thong, and yanked it down, I felt like I was going to pass out.
She took hold of the inside of each of my legs, and pushed them gently apart, so that I was spread-eagled on top of her. I felt a little vulnerable, and nervous again. she could see all of me.
‘My my,’ she said, ‘seems like someone’s enjoying themselves already.’
She was right. I was enjoying myself. I was soaking already.
‘Look at this mess you’re making. Lucky I put this silk handkerchief down. I imagine you’ll be gushing by the time we’re finished here. Thank goodness I’m going to be able to keep my skirt clean.’
For a moment, just a tiny moment, I felt a finger slide up the spread lips of my pussy. I couldn’t help it, I shivered, and I pushed backward. I wanted her inside me again. As soon as I did, she pulled away.
‘Naughty, naughty,’ she said.
I felt the heavy weight of her hand on my right butt cheek. It felt like she was examining my skin with her finger tips, as she gently stroked me. She moved her palm over the other cheek.
‘Spanking is an old practice,’ she said, continuing to play over my skin. ‘Ancient, in fact. It goes as far back as the ancient Greeks. She lifted her hand up and away from my buttocks. Fearing the pain to come, I breathed in sharply.
‘In 50BC, in Rome, they celebrated a feast called Lupercalia. Women would wander the streets, naked, pleading for punishment. The men would walk among them, administering beatings to the backsides of those who begged most, to those who spread their legs, who bent over for them.’
She placed her hand back on my ass.
‘Now dear, this is going to hurt.’
She whipped her hand back and brought it down hard onto my flesh. It stung, a lot, and I let out a little gasp. I truly hadn’t been ready for the pain of it. It didn’t last long, of course, like a little smack of fire across my backside. As the pain began to disperse, my flesh began to tingle. It was like goosebumps, spreading over my whole body. It felt…good.
‘You should be feeling the effects of adrenaline, Rayne, that magical chemical that makes your heart beat strongly and your legs go weak. It can do amazing things, it makes you want to fight, or flee. It can turn pain into pleasure, too.’
Her hand cracked down again on my behind, and this time, I let out a yelp of surprise.
‘Shhhh,’ she said, ‘please don’t complain. You’ll start to realize just how wonderful it can feel to be in someone else’s power in a moment.’ Again she slapped me. The skin on my ass was turning tender now, but it was true, in the moments between the strikes, my body was starting to ache to be slapped again. And my pussy was so damp that I could feel my juices running down onto the handkerchief underneath me as I yearned for more.
‘It’s interesting,’ she said, as she slapped me again and again my mouth made that little ‘o’ shape of surprise. ‘The ancient Romans actually believe that corporal punishment improved fertility. That spanking a wife could make her more likely to conceive a child.’
She stopped for a moment, and with a sudden thrill of pleasure, I felt her fingers gently push the lips of my pussy apart, start to fill me with their slender, strong shape.
‘It certainly feels inviting in here,’ she said, ‘so soft and warm and wet.’ Her fingers pushed in just a touch further. Then, while she was still inside me, her other hand cracked down onto me once more.
The shock of it was too much for me to bear and I moaned, almost screamed really. Then, as the pain faded and I was left only with pleasure, I realized that now was my time to speak.
Quietly, under my breath, unsure of the sort of reaction I’d get, I said just two words.
‘Thank you.’
‘Rayne,’ she said, and as she spoke this time, I could tell she was smiling. It took all of my effort not to turn around and look up at her face. ‘I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.’ There was something else in her voice as well. Was it a note of excitement?
Before I had time to work it out, she smacked me again, slipping her fingers further inside me.
‘Thank you,’ I said again, moaning this time, giving into the agony and ecstasy she was inflicting on me.
‘You’re welcome,’ she said, and beat me again.
With every stroke, I thanked her. It felt so good to finally be able to speak to her, and it was such a release to repeat these two words, over and over again: thank you , thank you , thank you . I felt like I was thanking her for everything. For being there on the street the day I bumped into her. For liking me. For teaching me so much about myself. For spanking me. For everything . The rhythm of her smacks increased, and I felt myself giving in more and more. She pushed and pushed and spanked my harder, teaching me obedience, teaching me to enjoy the pain of the experience. I ground myself back into her, and then, to my utter delight, I could feel her squirming too.
‘Such a shame to have to do this, so tiresome to be spanking you, when I’d rather be fucking you.’
I groaned as she said the word ‘fucking’ and before I knew it, I was speaking more.
‘Please,’ I whimpered, ‘fuck me.’
‘No!’ she said, firmly, and smacked me again. This time, she didn’t move her hand away, but pinched the flesh of my buttock, hard.
‘Thank you,’ I said.
‘You may say sorry Mistress, if you wish.’
‘Sorry, Mistress,’ I said.
‘I fuck you when I want to,’ she said, ‘not when you want me to. You’re here for my relief and satisfaction, not the other way around. Do you understand?’
I nodded, but I knew deep down, that she was taking care of me. Wasn’t she?
‘I understand,’ I said.
‘Of course, the French went wild for whipping,’ she said, stroking the soft skin of my rump. ‘They did it in public. And the church actually came up with definitions for different types of whipping. You see up on the wall there, that many-headed whip?’ I nodded. ‘That’s the cat o’ nine tails. Very famou
s, of course.’
The item she was pointing out to me looked nasty. It was black leather and had little knots tied into its threads. I imagined the streaks of hot pain it might cause. My pussy throbbed between my legs.
‘It was first used as a tool for discipline in the British navy, would you believe? I bet tons of horny sailors had fun with their captains, don’t you? I’ll bet they had a very gay time indeed…’
She pinched my skin again, holding me firmly while she spoke to me.
‘I bet you’d be a disobedient wife, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d not follow any of my instructions. I bet you’d screw your way around town, anything to get this wet little pussy filled up. Is that right, Rayne? You’d silently seduce anyone you could get your hands on, flash them your tits and lift up your skirt. Bump into them in the rain and trick them into following you back here, strap yourself to the bed and have your way with them, wouldn’t you?’
I shook my head, desperately. I could feel her squirming harder and harder into my flesh. Was she really angry with me? Was she playing a part?
‘Six more for you my dear. Six of the best. And I want you to thank me louder than ever after every stroke.’
She slapped me hard and I thanked her for it. Loud and clear. ‘Thank you, Mistress!’ I could feel my skin puckering with each hit. When she was done, she leaned over to me so that her lips were so close to my ear. I could feel her breath making me tingle.
‘You’ve been so good, Rayne. Thank you for taking your punishment so well. There’s just one more thing I want to ask of you.’
Anything.
‘I need relief, Rayne. You don’t know what you’ve been doing to me. Please, kneel on the ground.’
When I stood up, my legs almost gave way underneath me. I felt them buckle, and I realised that my head was swimming with pleasure. I was Ms. X’s little slave now, and I’d do anything she told me. The carpet was thick under my knees. My pussy streamed beneath me, and I had to fight with all my might not to slip a finger or two in.
She stood in front of me, and took her tie off. She gently took my hands and bound them behind me. It wasn’t so tight that I couldn’t wriggle free if I didn’t want to, but it was tight enough that I knew I was bound. Next, her shirt came off. I almost gasped when I saw her in just her bra. I’d never seen one like her. Lean, toned, muscular. Slim and perfect, with the rounded, most buxom breasts I’d ever seen. I wanted to put her tits in my mouth.
With a quick twist of her hand, her belt was undone, and her skirt fell to the floor.
Oh my god. I could see her pussy beneath the sheer fabric of her panties. They were lacy, revealing an almost ocmpletely shaven pubic mound to me, except for a neat, blond strip of hair.
‘Take my panties down,’ she said, ‘with your teeth.’
I did as I was asked, grabbing the fabric and pulling it down. It was tricky, but I did it, and then I saw her for the first time. All of her. Her perfect little pink lips, just poking out delicately from her cleft. I could smell her, fresh and hungry for me. I had never smelt another woman before. People sometimes mocked the way women smelled. So many women felt self-conscious of their undercarriages. But to me she smelt of fresh air, of ocean spray, of peaches. And of sex. Pure sex.
‘Now,’ she said, ‘show me how grateful you are.’
I closed my eyes and slowly leaned forward to kiss her mound. I was surprised by how delicate the skin was, how soft the tiny hairs of the landing strip were beneath my lips. I kissed her a few times, trying my best to build anticipation in her, the way she had in me. Eventually, slowly, I moved my mouth down a touch and let my tongue flick out of my mouth a little. I opened my eyes and looked up and her. I was amazed to see that now her eyes were closed, and she was the one at the mercy of me.
‘You’re a dirty girl, Rayne, I knew it from the first time I saw you. I knew that you wanted to lick my pussy.’
When she said that, I moved my mouth down even further, opening up her legs apart and sliding my tongue over her soft, perfect lips. If you’d told me on the way here that I’d be performing this act on a woman, I’d have been nervous. I’d have felt like I had no idea what to do! But somehow, being here with her, it felt like I was operating on pure instinct. I was doing what I thought might feel nice on me, to some extent, but also - I was just doing what I wanted to do to her. My mouth wanted to kiss her. My tongue wanted to probe her. I let myself explore her, bit by bit, and the more that I did, the closer to her I felt. It was amazing to be connected to her in this way, as though we were one creature: a bundle of flesh, muscles and nerve-endings.
I gently licked and sucked at her and felt her grow wetter and wetter, her juices gushing over my tongue. She tasted so good. Honey and melon and seawater. It was like kissing a mermaid on a tropical island. It was exotic and enticing and incredible.
But I was in control now. And I wanted her to know it. I decided to take a risk.
‘I’m in charge now, you know,’ I said, taking her out of my mouth. ‘When I’m giving you pleasure, you have to take what you’re given.’
She said something next that I wasn’t expecting: ‘I trust you.’
Hearing those three words filled me with a hot thrill. ‘Get down onto the floor,’ I said.
She did as she was told.
I pushed her back on the plush white carpet, splaying her legs wide apart. I took a long, hard look at her pussy, open and wet and hungry for me, like a beautiful flower. I licked her, moving my tongue up and down her slit, and circling her tender clit, all the while locking my eyes on her, showing her the good feelings she was giving me. Now it was her turn to moan, to lose control.
I felt confident, more so than I ever had. Knowing how much pleasure I was giving her. It was making me unbelievably wet. I was literally dripping down onto the carpet.
‘My God you know what you’re doing,’ she said. Little did she know that this was the first time I’d ever done this.
With a smile, I wriggled my hands free of the tie behind my back and took my forefinger and gently pushed it between her pink lips. She let out a groan, and I felt her twitch. I pushed my finger maybe half an inch inside her, and then, coated in her slick juices, I pulled it out and placed it over her clit, rubbing it gently, quickly, urgently…
‘Enough!’ she cried, then, she grabbed hold of me and lifted me up. She was incredibly strong. She moved fast and carried me all the way to the bed, then she just threw me down onto it. It was soft under me. She grabbed my hands, this time fixing me tightly to the posts of the bed with two leather strap. I was bent forward, my pussy once more on display to her, my body entirely hers. ‘That’s better,’ she said. ‘Can’t have you breaking free like that, can we?’
I shook my head.
‘I want you,’ she said. ‘Do you want me?’
I nodded.
Then, to my surprise, she took a silken red blindfold and put it over my eyes.
‘You’ll find that not being able to see anything will heighten the sensation considerably.’
I felt her trace a thin line down my back with a finger, then slowly push it into my wet pussy. I groaned.
‘That’s good,’ she said, ‘trussed up, and still enjoying yourself.’
I felt her take hold of each of my buttocks with her hands, squeeze gently, and then pull my flesh apart. My skin still stung from the slappings she’d given me earlier. I was still tender to the touch.
‘The exciting thing is,’ she said, ‘that you don’t know where I’m going to touch you next.’ Finally I felt her take hold of the zipper at the back of my dress and pull down. she threw the dress to one side, and moved her hands gently over my body.
‘You don’t know whether I’m going to be giving you pleasure,’ I felt her lips tenderly kissing my shoulder, ‘or pain.’ She took hold of my right nipple between her fingers and squeezed, first gently, then hard. It hurt. A nagging, hot pain.
‘Ow!’ I said. she didn’t stop, she pinched harder. The pain got worse,
a radiating heat that I couldn’t ignore. Then, I felt something down between my legs. A thick, lapping stroke from her tongue, licking me all the way up. The pleasure and the pain together were almost unbearable, and as she licked more, probing into me, pushing her tongue deep, I started to feel that familiar heat in me. Then, as she circled my clit and pinched my nipple harder, I started to cum. Hard and powerful, the pulses and beats of pleasure wracked my body.
‘Good girl,’ she said, let go of my nipple, and then, to my surprise, slowly slipped her fingers into me as I continued to cum around her. Three fingers at once. There was a little resistance, but it felt so good that I pushed back, swallowing her up with my hungry pussy.
‘Holy fuck,’ I said, ‘holy fucking fuck.’
Her fingers felt so good, so strong, that all the thoughts of the pain in my nipple faded away. She moved her digits slowly in me at first, finding a regular rhythm in time with the pulsing of my body. I was spent, totally in her power, and I slumped forward and submitted to the continued pleasure she gave me. It was like an iron rod in me, but warm and soft on the outside, pushing me apart, stretching my pussy lips to joyful oblivion.
‘Rayne, you’re so tight. You feel amazing.’
She pushed harder into me, holding my butt and pounding her fingers into me like a hammer. I gasped with every stroke.
‘I wasn’t going to fuck you like this tonight,’ she said, ‘but I couldn’t help myself. When you took control, when you gave me all that pleasure, I just couldn’t help myself.’
Her strokes were long and slow, forcing me to feel every inch of her fingers, making me learn new things about my insides, about how accommodating I could be. It was such a powerful sensation, being stretched open like this, that it was all I could think of, about how wonderful it was to be fucked by this woman, about the different parts of me, about submission, about partnership.
She started to pound into me a little harder now, a little faster, driving into me with a new rhythm, a relentless pace. As her fingers fucked me I felt her thumb begin to touch and circle my clit, moving so deftly that it was almost like the tip of her thumb was vibrating on me. It drove me wild. I felt all of her strength transferring into me. I matched her movements, slinking my hips forward and back, the juice from my pussy making us slide over each other as I welcomed her again and again into me, as she fucked me with her fingers.