by Susan Sass
I took a deep breath, once again trying to take control of myself. I was more successful this time and managed to give her a few small pats, causing her to moan and push her ass up even higher. Slowly I started to overcome my small feeling of paralysis, and started to spank again, without the previous ferocity. I was nearly on autopilot, my mind in a complete haze as I tried desperately to stave off my desire. I started to fantasize, seeing what I would do to her. How I would push her off my lap onto the ground and simply rip her remaining clothes off, leaving her helpless against the ravages of my burning need.
Eventually I was brought back to myself by a sound. At first I couldn't recognize it, then I realized exactly what it was. Leanne was now in full apology mode between sniffles. The more I had been excited by my fantasies, the harder I had spanked her until now. "Ouch! Please sir! I'll be good, I promise I will! I won't make smart remarks anymore! I'll behave and do whatever you tell me to. Please?"
I finally snapped back to myself and realized I still had business to attend to. Somehow managing to sound calm, I addressed Leanne, "I bet you will be, when I'm done with you at least. However, if I remember correctly, which I do, you asked me to spanking you with a hairbrush. Isn't that right?" I asked, stopping my assault on her bottom for a moment, giving her time to answer.
Leanne sniffed a few times and then slowly admitted to it, "Yeah, but I didn't know you were going to wait so long to use it! Please, I'll be good, I don't need to be hairbrushed, really. You can just stop now."
I chuckled darkly, "No such luck young lady. I'm afraid if I don't give you what you asked for, later you'll be disappointed, and I can't have that, can I?"
"I guess not," replied an obviously reluctant Leanne.
I reached under the chair where I had stashed the brush and brought it out, spinning it in my hand. "Now Leanne, how should naughty little girls ask to be punished?"
She groaned, knowing she had to answer, but not wanting to embarrass herself by answering. She started off slowly, "Sir, I've been really bad... would you please... you know... spank me?"
I rolled my eyes, "You can do better than that."
"Please sir? I've been really naughty, will you please spank me?"
"Much better," I said happily. "And yes, I will."
I rubbed her backside with the bristles of the brush, making her shudder, then turned it over and brought it down sharply on her right cheek, making her squeal and almost buck off of my lap. Using my left hand to press down slightly on her lower back, I started the hairbrushing. Instead of using quick and stingy spanks, I opted for a slower, stronger pace. Right, left, right, steadily working the brush over the entire area, turning pink to red, then red to crimson. As the color changed, so did her vocalized response. From sniffles and begging, to sniffles with an occasional sob. Kicking legs and hands that clung to the chair, she started to break down.
Occasional sobs turned into a full blown affair as I intensified my spanks, focusing on her sit spot, making her jump and cry out. The intensity grew even harder as I upped the tempo, sending her legs flying into kicking fits and making her blubber even louder. She was giving off all the telltale signs of a well spanked little girl, but I wanted to make sure. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" I asked her, continuing the rain down sJoeyk after hard sJoeyk.
"Yyyyyeeesssssss." It was a long low moan, squeezed out between sobs.
"You think you can behave now?" I pressed.
"Yes sirrrr." Once again she was barely audible.
"Good," I said, then ended with five hard swats to punctuate my last words, "I'm Glad To Hear It."
As I stopped spanking, Leanne just laid limply across my lap, wailing out sob after heart wrenching sob. I let her calm down for a few moment before I spoke to her again. "OK Leanne, time to get up." I helped her slowly to her feet and stood up, facing her I said, "Kneel on the chair, face towards the wall. You are not to rub your bottom for the whole time. Keep your hands behind your head and no moving around."
"Yes sir," came her weak reply as she followed my instructions. I walked off to the side where I was out of view of the camera. I stood there the entire 5 minutes, just staring at my handy work. Her entire backside was painted a dark crimson that would heal up in less than a day, but there were a couple of blotches that would need attention to heal quickly. The only sound in the room were the occasional sniffle from Leanne and the even less frequent click of Angela taking a picture. I checked my watch, making sure it had been long enough, then cued Bree and Rachel to cut.
As soon as the cameras were off, I walked up behind Leanne and touched her on the shoulder. She looked backwards towards me, tears still streaming down her face. "Is it over?" she asked nervously.
"Yeah sweetie, its over," I said, helping her off the chair.
"Thank god," she groaned, reaching back and rubbing her ass furiously. "I'm on fire."
"So how was it?" I asked expectantly.
She stopped rubbing herself and stepped closer to me, throwing her arms around my neck. She pulled my head down and kissed me wetly on the cheek. "It was wonderful. Thanks."
"I'm glad you liked it. Now go wait for me in my room. I've got to tend to your battle wounds."
"Tend to your battle wounsd?" asked Rachel.
"Ice and lotion," said Leanne to no one in particular, "It's delicious." Smiling wickedly, she turned and almost skipped to my room without another word.
"Ice and lotion?" asked Bree this time, looking rather nervous.
"Don't worry about it, you'll find you when its your turn." I went to the kitchen to pick up a bowl of ice and stopped by the bathroom to get the lotion. On my way back through the living room to my room I stopped and talked to the other girls. "Pack up the camera gear then feel free to get some snacks or something and watch T.V. until we get back." Then it was my turn to head to my room.
As I entered I saw Leanne had stripped the rest of the way and was now laying in the middle of my large bed. I closed the door behind me, "What’s this?" I asked playfully, "Some tramp has made her home in my bed. Whatever should I do?"
Leanne turned her head towards me and opened her eyes, moaning, "My ass is on fire, hurry up with that ice or I'll die."
Chuckling, I stalked my way towards her slowly, taking my time. When I reached the bed I put the bowl of ice and lotion on the table next to me. Laying down next to Leanne, I picked up a single piece of ice and ran it from the top of her spine down to her ass, causing her to shudder. I started to rub the cube across her red hot bottom, from the base of her back to her sit spot and lower, drawing out shivers and "Brrrrr"s from my well punished Sub. I focused on one cheek until the entire cube melted, then reached for another and started on the other side, melting one piece of ice after another over her unbelievably hot backside.
I finally reached the end of the bowl, melting the last piece of ice on her considerably cooler, though still blazing, posterior. "Better?" I asked her quietly. She just groaned in response, pushing her ass harder into my hand. Laughing I used the comforter of my bed to soak up the water that was on her skin. "Ready for lotion?" She nodded silently, still shivering from the cold of the ice.
Reaching behind me I pick up the lotion and sit up, then move to straddle Leanne's thighs. Squirting some lotion into my hands, I rub them together before reaching down and slowly start to massage my Sub's poor abused behind. Her tender skin absorbed the lotion like a sponge, and I'm forced to use more before I can be satisfied with the amount I've used. Continuing my ministrations, I slowly work my way between her cheeks. Leanne relaxed deeper and deeper until she feels my fingers finally make contact with her delicate rosebud.
Putting more lotion into my hands, I started rubbing up and down her crack, occasionally pushing a finger against her resistant anus. Slowly but surely I worked a little of my index finger inside of her. When I finally entered her, I pushed in the rest of my finger, slowly, making her tense up. With my finger still inside, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Try to
relax. I promise you'll enjoy it." She swallowed and nodded jerkily, trying to do as I said. I started making long slow strokes with my index finger, and eventually I felt her relax, accepting my finger.
After a few more moments her breathing got shallower as she started pushing her hips back, trying to get more of my finger inside of her. I pulled my finger out, to her groaned disapproval. "Try to stay relaxed," I said as I lubed up my middle finger as well. Using just my index finger the first time, I put my finger back inside of her, making a couple of long strokes. When she relaxed again I pulled out as far as I could and put my middle finger on her entrance as well, then slowly started pushing. Leanne gasped as my index and middle fingers easily slid inside of her. With my fingers buried as deep as they could go, I slowly started to rotate my hand at the wrist, trying to loosen her up further.
Leanne moaned as I continued to work on her, then looked back over her shoulder at me, "Aren't you being a little gentle with me? You know how rough I like it."
"True," I said shortly, "But if I were to take you anally when you were unprepared, I could cause you serious bodily harm."
"Mmm," she purred, "Sounds like fun."
I sigh, "Have it your way you little pain slut." I rolled off the bed and stood up, then motioned for Leanne to follow. When she had I grabbed her by her hair, one of her favorite things, and forced her onto her knees. She could clearly see the bulge under my thin pajama pants, and starred at it hungrily. "Beg me." I said simply.
Leanne looked up into my eyes, "Please sir, let this unworthy sex slave give you pleasure." I cocked an eyebrow at her, that was a new one. I didn't know if I liked it yet, but definitely interesting. I nodded my assent and she jumped to the task. She peeled down my pants and then slowly worked down my boxers. Carefully she pulled the elastic out and freed my raging member. She mouth was so close I could feel her breath down the length of my shaft, sending tingles down my spine. Gently she took me into her mouth, rolling her tongue over my head, then running it up and down my entire length. Using a combination of licking, friction and sucking she tried her hardest to get me to release myself down her throat, and many men probably would have, but I had other plans. I let her continue until I was at my limit, then grabbing her by the hair again, I pulled her off of me. Shocked, she looked up into my eyes, seemingly begging me to be allowed to continue. Instead, using her hair as leverage, I threw her onto the bed, face down.
I had loosened her up enough with my fingers earlier, I would just have to go slow. Walking over, I opened the dresser next to my bed and pulled out my favorite pair of handcuffs. I reached out and cuffed one of Leanne's hands, ran the chain around my metal headboard, and then cuffed her other hand. "Spread your legs," I said harshly as I stood up, stripping off my pajamas. When she did I climbed onto the bed from the bottom and was now kneeling between her wide spread legs. I snagged a couple of pillows and pushed them under her hips, using them to prop Leanne's ass up for better access.
For the first time in a while I looked down at my throbbing manhood. For some reason I could hardly even feel my desire anymore, all I knew was that I needed release, and I was going to take it from this girl who loved to be used for just that purpose. To be used and degraded and fucked past the point of lucidity. Grabbing my rock hard member in a fist, I used my other hand to spread Leanne's still well lubricated cheeks. Ever so slowly I brought my tip to rest on her anus, causing her to shiver in anticipation. I gradually started to apply pressure, trying to ease my way in, but for all the pressure I built up, Leanne tensed up tighter, forcing me to rethink my options. Pushing harder than ever, Leanne tensed up, trying to keep me out. Then I let off the pressure until I was just barely in contact with her skin, and as she reached complete relaxation, I thrust hard, winning my way past her defense and getting my tip buried inside of her incredibly tight ass.
When I first entered, Leanne cried out and started to struggle, whimpering, trying to get away from my invading member. I waited for her to get used to the feeling, and as soon as she quieted down, I started apply steady pressure. Again Leanne tensed up, but inch by inch my well lubricated rod slid easily past her reluctant sphincter, deeper into her tight passage.. When I was nearly halfway inside she gasped, "Oh, to much. Please, stop. It's to much!"
"Come on," I said cheerily, "I'm not that big, hardly longer than average. You can take it. Just relax." Leanne stayed quiet except for a constant groaning noise until I had finally worked myself all the way in. I sat for a moment and savored the feeling of having her hot passage surround my aching member, then slowly started to pull out again. I pulled out about two inches, then pushed back in, and started to slowly work that much of myself in and out of her, getting her to relax and loosen up. As soon as Leanne became accustomed to that much, I started using more of my length, until I was using my entire shaft to drill her hot, tight anus.
In no time at all Leanne was matching me thrust for thrust, trying to get more of my throbbing cock inside of her. She ground her hips from side to side, milked me by squeezing, and soon she was having her first anal climax. Her body went completely stiff as I continued to pump in and out of her at full speed, pushing her through the first and directly into a second. The spasming of her body under me pushed me over the edge, and I left my balls tighten up as I pumped jet after jet of my cum deep inside of her ass, seemingly filling her up.
Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, my member still twitching and lodged deep inside of her. I rested for a few minutes, then slowly brought myself back upright and pulled out, some of my seed spilling out of her in the process. Somehow I worked up the energy to find the keys and unlock one of Leanne's hands.
Turning her over onto her back, I looked down at Leanne's expression and glazed over eyes. "How was it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Wonderful," said Leanne, almost inaudibly.
"Glad to hear it," I said smiling, "How about a shower?"
"Sounds good," she said, reaching down between her legs, "I gotta tell you though. I'm still horny, and from the looks of it, so are you."
Laughing, I look down at myself, still hard as a rock. "I guess that's what no sex for a week does for me, besides, why do you think I left your handcuffs on?"
Surprised, she looked down at her hands and gave a little, "Oh," in response. Standing up, I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her with me across my room to the master bathroom. Once inside, I pushed her into the shower and used the handcuffs to attach her to a hook I had installed on the wall at waist level, then reach out and pulled open a table I had custom made. Also at waist level, it would insure that whoever was in the restraints would stay at a 90 degree angle.
Turning on the water, I looked around the room, thankful I'd had the contractors soundproof my bathroom as well. Looking at my bound and helpless Sub, I picked up a sturdy wooden bath brush and decided I was definitely going to need it.
Chapter 4: Her Needs
I drifted into consciousness, gently at first, then a final jerking snap brought me wide awake instantly. I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again against the glare of the sun coming through my blinds. Concentrating intently, I was certain something had woken me, so I blinked my watering eyes to get used to the light while I tried to figure out what it was. Then I heard it, a light tapping noise on my door.
Yawning and stretching at the same time, I called out loud enough to be heard outside. "Come in."
The door opened quietly and Leanne walked in. The moment I saw her my memories of the night before came roaring back, dragging what can only be described as a 'lecherous' grin onto my face. We'd had more fun in the shower, then again on the bathroom floor, and once more in my bedroom before we'd both finally gotten clothed and gone back out to the others. Leanne had stuck to her word and went out wearing nothing on her lower half. I wasn't surprised when no one noticed, or rather brought up, the fact that Leanne's ass was a shade or two darker than when we'd gone into my bedroom.
She was wearing thin
pajama pants now, but I was still getting excited just thinking about it. However my mind changed gears as I watched Leanne hold the door wide and saw Rachel shuffle in carrying a large tray. "What's this?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, not much," said Rachel modestly with a blush, "I just thought you might like some breakfast is all." I sat up as she walked over and sat the tray down on my lap. Rachel was wearing the same thing as last night, black cotton pants and a white tank top. She filled out both wonderfully and looked absolutely gorgeous. Then again, I don't think there's much that girl could wear and not make every man within a mile rock hard.
I tore my mind away from its carnal half and put it on my more immediate physical needs. "You must be a mind reader," I said relieved, "Because I'm starving." I looked down to see what she'd made. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sourdough toast with strawberry jelly and a small glass of orange juice. "Oh man, its a good thing you don't want anything right now, because I'd have a hard time saying no," I said with a laugh as I started shoveling down the food. It wasn't anything fancy, but it tasted great. I gave her an approving nod, which caused her to duck her head and blush even deeper. Perplexed by her attitude, I continued to eat.