Delicious Pain - a BDSM Collection

by Portia Da Costa

  "Darling," he sighed, just a breath, then she felt him straighten up again, somehow both literally and figuratively, all business and dominion once again.

  "You'll have to sit on my lap for an orgasm, and that's going to hurt. Can you bear up for that?" He trilled his fingers over the crown of her buttock, as if playing a flute.

  "Yes. Yes, I can," said Alice through gritted teeth.

  "Up you get then." He withdrew his hand from her bottom, and as Alice hauled herself to her feet, hiding her winces, he supported her.

  I feel such a fool, standing here with my knickers and jeans round my ankles and my bottom bright red.

  True, but somehow she was filled with pride too. She'd endured. She'd met his challenge. She might look ludicrous to someone outside of their circle of two, but daring to look into Julian's lambent eyes she saw only desire and respect, and his love, unmistakable. Glowing with something other than her spanked bottom, she stood as straight as she could, confident and flaunting. She even tilted her hips a little, teasing him with the promise of her sex.

  Julian laughed softly and shook his head, making his hair glint in the lamplight. "You're incorrigible." Taking her hand he drew her down onto his lap again, making her sit this time.

  Alice bit her lip. The denim of her husband's jeans was rough against her punished skin, stirring her spanked flesh anew. Yet still she shuffled, edging her tenderized thigh up close against his erection. He was huge and very hard, and despite his masterful act, he gave a little moan himself when she jostled herself against his arousal.

  "Uh oh, what do you think you're doing, Alice?" he warned, but there was a smile in his voice, and his mouth was soft and accepting when she leaned in for a kiss.

  For just a second or two, his lips yielded to her, and the sensation was as thrilling as it was confusing, their roles tilting like a see-saw. Then the world seemed to right itself again, and Julian slung one arm around her waist, and, with the other, cradled her jaw. His tongue plunged into her mouth and all was level again. With him in charge.

  He kissed her hard and long, mastering her with his mouth and tongue as much as he'd done with his hand, the action as erotic as the spanking had been, if not more so. Waves of lasciviousness surged through Alice, a tide of lewdness. Despite the pain in her bottom, she writhed through the kiss, pressing her parted thighs down against his lap, knowing she was wetting the denim beneath her with her dew. She'd been holding onto him hard with both arms, but even as they kissed, she released with one, and tugged at the buttons of her cotton cardigan, opening it down the front. Her breasts were smallish and firm, and her bra was flimsy. She pushed and tugged it down to reveal herself to him, offering him the sight and the naked feel of her hardened nipples.

  "Very nice. Very nice indeed," he whispered against her mouth, in between thrusts with is tongue, "I wonder if Mrs. Grayson was as naughty as you are. I'd like to think she sat on her hubby's lap afterwards so he could play with her pussy."

  "Oh, I'm sure she did," gasped Alice, her breath catching as Julian rolled one of her teats between his finger and thumb. The rough little action made her wriggle harder, and that made her bottom ache and burn. Between her legs, her clitoris throbbed, calling for contact.

  "Ask. Ask for what you want," Julian growled as if he'd read her mind again. Or perhaps he'd simply read her body.

  "Please… Please Julian will you stroke my clit and make me have an orgasm."

  His answer was one firm pinch to her nipple, which made her squeal, and then his hand sped swiftly to her sex, cupping it possessively. He didn't dive straight in, but just squeezed her pubis in a slow relentless rhythm.

  Oh please.

  The plea was silent this time, but Julian still heard her. Working with his long, nimble middle finger, he parted her thatch and slid through the curls, dividing her labia to find her clit.

  "Oh God… oh yes."

  Aware that she was babbling clichés, Alice laughed aloud as she came, almost immediately and very hard. Her hips jerked, lurching up as if spring-loaded, jamming her pussy against Julian's hand as waves of pleasure beat and crashed through her body. In violent motion, she barely felt her soreness. It was there, but wasn't pain any more, as she understood it. All sensation served the ecstasy of orgasm.

  Still chanting nonsense, she clamped her arms around her husband's neck, kissing more yeses and oh Gods against the side of his face, his ear and his soft, clean hair. She wasn't sure how long the climax lasted. It could've been seconds, but it felt like hours of bliss.

  Eventually, and inevitably, it ebbed, but not with a sense of let-down, or post coital tristesse. Alice floated back to reality with a smile on her face, a sense of peace and joy, and deepest love -- even though her well spanked bottom still throbbed. Her death-grip on Julian's neck relaxed as she did, and she laughed again when he drew in a huge breath as if she'd been throttling him.

  "I should spank you again for nearly choking the life out of me." His voice was soft and amused as he kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth, then stroked her hair out of her eyes. It was damp where she'd been sweating.

  "I'm going to need another shower now. That was… well, pretty much indescribable." Even to her own ears her voice sounded strange and breathy, as if she'd just traveled through a whirlwind.

  "Me too." Julian took her hand, and conducted it authoritatively towards his groin. "But maybe you could oblige me first, if you don't mind?"

  "Oh crikey, yes. Oh, I'm sorry." Alice giggled, feeling a sort of mad, gleeful hysteria bubble up. She'd almost forgotten about Julian's raging hard-on.

  "Don't be. I've enjoyed myself. It's been a while." His hand closed hard around hers, massaging. "But I could really do with the coup de grace now, love, whenever you're ready."

  It's been a while.

  Alice didn't stop laughing, but she did start wondering. It didn't surprise her at all that her husband was experienced in spanking. It'd been patently obvious that he knew precisely what he was doing. What did surprise her was that she didn't mind. She waited a second for jealousy to kick in, but it didn't. Her over-riding emotion was intense curiosity.

  "I'll tell you afterwards, Ali. We'll share a glass of wine and I'll tell you everything," said Julian, his voice tight. It was his turn to have hips that lifted and hitched about now. Alice smiled in amazement at the way he'd seemed to read her thoughts. He'd always been good at that, but now the gift seemed more uncanny than ever.

  "I'll keep you to that," said Alice sliding off his knee. She felt twinges of soreness in her bottom as she moved, but unless she was imagining things, they weren't quite as severe as they'd been before her orgasm. Had it acted as a kind of therapy, the release? She smiled to herself, gazing down at the vista of Julian's groin and the hefty bulge there. If a climax like that did ease the pain of a spanking, it was well worth enduring punishment on a regular basis. When she'd come it had nearly blown the top of her head off.

  Her eyes flicked to Julian's and he waggled his brows at her in a get a move on gesture. Alice surveyed him serenely. She felt powerful now, as if that too was a byproduct of being punished. Had Mrs. Grayson experienced this? Or had she always been subservient to Mr. Grayson? He seemed to have ruled his household with a rod of rattan, but somehow that didn't seem quite the way for herself and Julian to conduct their relationship. She was too modern for that, and she sensed he wouldn't expect her to accept total subjugation -- even if he'd wanted to enforce it.

  "What are you thinking about, love?" His blue eyes glinted, and she admired the way that he seemed prepared to wait on her convenience now.

  "Oh, just stuff." With a creamy smile, Alice sank to her knees before him, not in obeisance but to get at what she wanted -- and what he wanted too.

  Trying not to grab like a kid in a candy store, she attacked the button and zipper of his jeans. With care, she opened them up. He was so rampant. She didn't want to hurt him. There was pain and there was pain, and she loved her husband and his cock very muc
h. As if he were a most precious treasure in the world, some rare and prized gem from the market they'd attended, she eased him out into the cool air to admire him.

  Penises were odd sorts of things, but Julian's had a bizarre beauty. He was rosy and veined, with a large, well-defined glans. Silky pre-come glistened on the taut, shiny skin and his love-eye was distinct, almost winking at her. She'd never seen anything more tempting in her life. Extending her tongue, she swirled it delicately around his tip, and garnered a harshly in-drawn breath for her efforts. "Oh Ali," he moaned as she parted her lips and slowly engulfed him.

  Oh, he was so fine. His texture was smooth against her tongue, and his flavor so salty and raunchy. She swirled at him, sucking and teasing and reveling in the sounds of pleasure he uttered, and, as she redoubled her efforts, the elegant profanities he shouted.

  "Oh, you beauty, you beauty," he growled, grabbing her head, his fingers digging into her hair. He was rough, but she could feel the tension in him. He didn't want to hurt her while she was pleasuring him, which was a fine irony after what he'd so recently done. Alice laughed around his flesh, and then attacked him even harder with her tongue, while wiggling her fingers into his jeans to cup his testicles and stroke his perineum.

  "Oh, Jesus God, Ali!" It was Julian's turn to wail, his hips pumping as he filled her mouth with semen. He pulled her hair, holding her on him, but she barely felt it. She just caressed him and loved him, her heart swelling.

  *** *** ***

  Later, they adjourned to the bathroom, and showered together, washing each other companionably. The wild events of the spanking and its aftermath seemed to have released all trace of tension and frustration. Temporarily, at least. They handled each others bodies with care and tenderness, and Julian was particularly solicitous, particularly gentle when he soaped Alice's bottom. In fact he handled her as if she were made of spun glass.

  "Don't worry," she said, kissing his wet neck as they stood against each other, "It barely hurts at all now. You don't have to treat me with kid gloves."

  Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration -- there were still twinges -- but it was amazing how the first soreness had ebbed. Alice wondered again about Julian's experience, and whether it allowed him to spank without creating lasting pain.

  Retiring to bed, they shared their wine at last. Julian had opened one of their better bottles, to mark the occasion, and Alice savored its rich, sophisticated bouquet, knowing she'd earned it. Lying naked on her stomach it was a bit awkward to drink from the large wine glass, but she managed. When she set it aside, it was time to ask the questions.

  "You've done that before, obviously," she observed, reaching out to rest her hand on Julian's outstretched thigh. He was sitting up against the pillows, glass in hand, his eyes closed; but they snapped open at the sound of her voice.

  "Yes, I have, but not for a while. Not since we met."

  She believed him. Tiredness drifted down over her, and she almost didn't push it, but the spark of curiosity was just a bit too strong to be ignored.

  "So, what happened before we met? You must have… well… done it quite a bit. I mean, I'm a complete newbie to it, but even I can tell you're very good, very skilled." She smiled encouragingly, and then looked beyond him to the little ledger that sat on his bedside table. "Maybe not quite on Mr. Grayson's level, but it's obvious you know what you're doing. How did you start?"

  "When I was nineteen, and on my gap year, I spent a few summer months alone in our house with an old friend of my mother's who was sort of minding the place while Mum went on a cruise." Julian slid down to lie beside her, and Alice was glad of the little moment while he settled himself. Her husband had been into spanking and BDSM since his teens? Why had he never ever said anything?

  "Margery was nice, and kind of sexy. She'd been in some kind of financial trouble and Mum had helped her out with a place to stay for a while. Anyway, one day when there were just the two of us in the house, I found a magazine… a spanking magazine." His blue eyes glittered and he grinned. "It really turned me on, even more than vanilla porn. I think Margery left it out on purpose to test me, to see if I was game." He paused, and settled his hand on Alice's back, right on the small of it, just above the margins of her still warm bottom. "And I was, and one thing led to another."

  Alice wanted to look away, and absorb what she'd heard, but Julian's gaze was mesmerizing. It held her. She imagined him with another woman across his knee. A sexy, curvy middle aged cougar who liked her bottom spanked, someone who was juicy and experienced and irresistible to a horny young man. A latter day Mrs. Grayson.

  Did he still think of her? Oh Lord, did he still see her? Surely he had to have an outlet for his preferences, and he was thirty now, as Alice herself was. If he'd been getting together with this Margery for over ten years, what did it say about their marriage?

  Julian's fingers curved against her skin, not quite caressing, but somehow speaking to her. "I know what you're thinking, love, and yes, I did see her, on and off, for a few years, even while she was involved with other men. We were fond of each other, she liked to be spanked and I liked to spank her. She wasn't getting that from any of her boyfriends."

  "But you don't see her now?" She had to be sure, really sure.

  Julian's fingers spread across her back, and the little one just feathering over the upper edge of her bottom cheek, where he'd spanked her. A plume of heat blossomed, not so much there as in between her thighs.

  "No, when I met you and fell in love with you at first sight, I ended my arrangement with Margery immediately." His little finger went rub, rub, rub. Alice wanted to squirm. Was he trying to distract her? Was she even bothered if he did? She believed him utterly, she always had. He might have kept this from her, but she knew he wasn't a liar, not at heart. "I only wanted to be with you, and fortunately, as it happened, Margery had finally met someone else who wanted to spank her. A rich older guy. They're married now, Mum tells me, and they dote on one another."

  "That's nice."

  "It is. But I sense more questions." His fingers slid further and spread, until he was cupping her bottom cheek. The heat grew, but not from her spanking, she barely felt that. No, it was the fires of desire that burned now, despite her curiosity.

  "But haven't you missed it? The spanking games, I… I mean." He was squeezing now, very lightly but it was impossible to ignore. "You just don't forget about something like that, surely? I know I wouldn't."

  Julian's eyes were steady. So was his voice. "No, I haven't really missed it. Except perhaps very occasionally…" She believed him. He was her husband. She trusted him. "But right from the start, the sex between you and I was so great -- is so great -- that it's always satisfied me completely." His fingers flexed, the action barely perceptible. "Now and then, the thought of it might have crossed my mind. But you and I met and then married so quickly. I didn't want to spring it on you that your new husband was a pervert. I just knew the right time to reveal it would come eventually. When you were ready…"

  Alice's heart thudded. It was more than desire she felt now, much, much more. Julian had suppressed his needs for her sake, so as not to frighten her. Her soul seemed to roll over inside her, moved by his care and thoughtfulness.

  "You should have said something, love. I'm not a completely vanilla person either. I have kinky thoughts. Fantasies, you know?"

  Julian edged a little closer to her, his fingers tightening on her bottom, and below, his newly erect cock nudging her thigh. "In that case, I'm bloody glad I caught you fondling that cane on the market stall. Hell, I wanted to shout for joy. I got a raging hard-on right there and then. I could tell by the way you handled it, and your body language, that you understood straight away."

  "You were watching me?"

  He grinned. "Well, yes, but just for a few moments. I was looking for you and I came around the corner of that row of stalls and saw you with the cane. I was just going to come up to you, and then I saw you running your fingers along it, and bingo, Bob'
s your uncle, I was erect. And I knew you'd notice, so I hung back and thought I'd wait, to make sure." His grip on her bottom tightened into a fierce caress, and Alice was compelled to press her groin against the bed. Julian's eyes glinted as he noticed it. "And afterwards, when I headed for the stall myself and studied the inventory of that box, and found you'd bought the punishment ledger. Well, it was all I could do not to jerk myself off when I got to the car." He shifted his own hips, pushing his cock against her. "It took a massive effort of will to make that hard-on go down, I can tell you. It nearly killed me to wait until later, when we got home, to broach the issue."

  Alice wanted to speak, to ask questions, but she was unable to. Julian's fingertips were playing in her anal groove now, and his other hand had sneaked in beneath her belly, heading for her pussy.

  "So," he said as he found her clit, "do you think you like it? Being spanked, that is? Or was that just a one off?"

  Alice was almost choking with lust and gathering pleasure. Her husband's fingertip circled and rubbed. "Oh… Oh, I do like it. I like it a lot," she gasped, "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to give up ordinary sex altogether. But, well, I'd like to play spanking games some of the time, too."

  She ground her hips, pressing down on the clever digit that was pressing up between her labia. Her sex rippled. Her silky fluid coated his fingers. "I'd rather like to see what my limits are. That is, if you can accommodate me."

  "You're a bold one, Mrs. Porter, and a very kinky woman." His voice was different now, it seemed to ring with authority, even though he spoke softly. Tormented by his fingers, Alice moaned, almost coming as he played with her anus.

  "Are you going to spank me now?" she asked in a high, strained voice, not quite knowing what she wanted herself. She only knew that she did want something. Soon… "I need to come."

  "And so do I, greedy, wicked girl," said Julian with a low laugh, "I don't know whether to tan your hide, or shag you senseless." He slid his fingertip teasingly away from her clit, while at the same time fingering the groove of her bottom.