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468 An explosive marriage
The night had been good, a success he had enjoyed spanking her, his hand unused to the striking of flesh had stung a bit, her arse had glowed, her voice had quavered towards the end but his dick had stiffened like never before and he had had her after on the living room carpet, in a way that said he understood a bit more now and he was like a youth again. They both knew they would walk this path again and more, and had gone to bed for a repeat performance, to sleep like baby`s, for the first time since lock-down.
Sam could be seen next day busy about the house, especially building something to fit in the attic lid in the hall. Ella busying herself with the laundry, it being a bright and windy day, neither asking or, even glancing at Sam`s project. Nothing having been said about the night before over breakfast and indeed all day as it happened.
Dinner passed, still with not a word between them well not on the subject of sex, “this poxy virus”, as Sam was wont to express himself seemed to have caught the world on the hop and that was the topic at table.
It was after breakfast next day that he left her a note on the table, it was in his best handwriting and on a nice stiff piece of card, he had started early in the garden digging and readying the patch for his runner beans.
She took it with her to read his words in the toilet in private, though she doubted he would come indoors and disturb her reading.
The card said, ‘firstly thank you, that spanking, has opened my eyes.’
It went on its Tuesday today, on Friday at a quarter to eight pm, you will be stood ready for me wearing an old expendable nightdress and the collar and cuffs, you will be freshly bathed and I will have you hung by the wrists while I go and watch a program on the television. You will stand on tiptoe all the time, with some assistance I might add, and, on my return, I will cut away that nightdress, and will whip you till you cum. First with the whip on your breasts, then the cane on your butt, and finally the crop on belly and sex.
You will not cum until that last phase, and after, you will be taken to our bed and ravished. If you agree measure from your clitorise to the floor on tip toe and leave a note beside my meal tonight oh and do not and mention of this matter again until Friday it`s forbidden.
Beside the plate at his teatime, their main meal of the day, was a note, it said cryptically “just 34 inches.”
Next morning, he was busy in the shed for a long hour, it was another overcast day, but the garden was his target and the veg patch by Friday was looking tidy.
He noticed at tea that night she was looking a little pensive, after tea he showered, changed into his track suit and saw her vanishing into the bathroom, before he fetched his ladder the fitting he had built, and a rope. By 7.30 the place was tidy and the ladder in its cupboard, he sat watching the news a beer in hand.
It was just 7.45 when he heard the bathroom door close. He rose, and on arrival in the hall found her stood cuffs and collar in place and wearing her oldest blue night attire. Nothing was said as he attached the rope to the wristlets, she stood under the beam that he had erected across the manhole to the attic. He asked… “ready?” she nodded he pulled on the rope and her arms were soon raised, till on her tip toe she stood. He tied the ropes end to the radiator, checking his watch as he did so. From the kitchen he fetched a stand he had made, it was from the floor to the tip 36 inches, 34 plus 2! The tip was pointed and the base flat,
A short branch at an angle pointed away at 45degrees the branch a good 4” long by 1 ¾” wide. He inserted the end tip into her sex then slid the whole thing vertical, the branch hard against her clitorise. Her face registered both interest and horror. He grinned, then blowing her a kiss he went to catch his program.
It was a police program one he had been following, 45 minutes of watching the boys in blue, (now Black) chasing drunks, on a Saturday night, was enough, drunks it appear are the most numerous items a man could find at midnight of a weekend in our inner cities, so it wasn’t the most exciting of shows.
His beer jug empty he stood and scissors in hand returned to his wife, tired and whimpering now as her leg muscles tried hard to keep her clit from taking the whole weight of her body.
He cut the nightdress from each arm across to the neck, then down from the collar down between her breasts to the hem, the garment fell to the floor, her naked body pale in the hall light, her eyes glittering, as he eased the stand from her body to her great relief.
He feet still hardly touched, but to ease her situation he eased the rope a little till her feet were to her joy flat.
It was her only relief.
He reached into the hall stand, and up came the whip, which he began to flick at her breasts, just as she had expected. Her breast began to blush, then colour towards red. Suddenly she was surprised when he went over to full strength strokes across the pretty pair of soft breasts. Her face became a sea of emotions, exhaustion and both pain and excitement.
A dozen strokes, none of which were skin breaking followed. Suddenly he threw down the whip and fetched the cane.
He moved position, caught up the cane and knowing what was next she whimpered. With a swish the whippy cane struck home, a line across the both cheeks leaving a red line and jerking her body on its rope suspension. Thwack, the second strike, tears ran, a dozen stripes all parallel, and close had her crying hard and desperately trying to keep from screaming.
He disguarded the cane, she realised and looked relieved, he now had the crop in his hand, she eyed it suspiciously, expecting him to begin immediately, but no he addressed her she still sobbing quietly.
“Ella, I love you with all my heart, you asked for this game and I find the power and so on is magic and if you like we shall enjoy this more often!”
Oh, and I am not Alfie, we don’t have neighbour`s, and I was looking forward to your screams, did he make you suppress them?” she nodded through still misty eyes, “I`m going to give you 24 strokes of this crop now firstly round your belly, you can count them to yourself, and when your ready, and think you can take the last few, you can open your legs for as few or as many as you wish, they will be directed at your clitorise and there will be a minimum of three there, do you understand?” she nodded and he began, whap, whap, whap, the consistent slaps of the leather hitting home around her mid-rift echoed round the hallway, at the fifth he hesitated and said “five” she nodded, and he soon started again , her head fell back she began to moan and then cry out as each blow fell. At the tenth he hesitated once more, said, “ten” and again she acknowledged his count he started again, but after two more strokes she opened her legs in a defiant gesture. He stopped caught her eye and she nodded her assent.
He lifted her right leg onto the telephone stool that was nearby, nodded at her then struck at her sex, now open and exposed, the slap of leather on soft skin had her jerking her body from the pain, and an unbidden cry escaping from her lips. Again, he struck with the same effect, though the cry was more of a moan bordering on a scream.
She was gritting her teeth now, while looking up into the dark attic not wanting to see the next blow coming. But come it did, just as hard as its predecessor and accurate too. This time tears fell hard as her head shook from side to side as if to shake off the pain.
He had pause again calling, though she barely heard it, “fifteen” the moaning cry was spectacular, though she knew this would be the last five hits, the pain on her lower lips was hard and throbbing and she knew he would expect to use her bruised sex hard yet.
He began once more, the break making her throbbing sex more susceptible to the new pain, again the slap of leather on labia had her crying out, and again came the sadistic smile of power to his lips, a second followed again with the same effect. Then again, he paused. His fingers were opening her lips, opening the sex channel, No, NOOO, he was removing the last protection, opening her clit, her precious clit, to the ravages of that terrible leather crop , he couldn’t be serious, he knelt kissed the tiny button in its soft hood, savouring the taste, she knew he wouldn’t relent now he had the taste of the power of pain. His left hand holding her open, she felt cool air on the nub, knew what was about to happen and waited for him to strike
He flicked the leather tab against her most precious button with a dab of his right wrist. Like electricity the pain shot through her body, and a full blooded scream left her lips, she was aware of nothing now just the pain in her sex, the centre now of her universe, her body began to react, strangely the pain was bringing on a climax, he could do as he wished, ravage her, kill her even, if that’s what he wished but she needed this climax, needed this rush…
He struck again, a second wave ran through her body, her legs tried to close, but his shoulder had pre-thought that Move and was obstructing her she twisted her hips, as again she screamed, loud and long.
They both knew there was one more strike, one more of these cruel chastisements, and they knew it would be harder and even more painful…he hesitated, her mind screaming go on get it done, I am so bloody near, go on, hit me… the leather sprang forward, the tip making a slap that was hidden in the instant bloody scream of torment and climax rolled into one. To him it was perfection and to her was a climax like no other before.
She hung for a moment, catching her breath she felt the rope slacken, as she closed her legs to caress the screaming pain of her bruised clitoris.
she felt herself over his shoulder, not effortlessly but fairly roughly she was taken and dumped on her bed her legs flung wide and he was in and hammering away at the age-old game. Her ravaged clit was screaming with the pain of his abrasive hammering, his mouth on her ravaged tits, her backside a sheet of red hot pain, but the orgasm, oh that sublime orgasm, the high as he filled her with his hot seed… they lay sated, her body throbbing in all of its ways, she not knowing which bit to hold, and her hysterical laughter, as he just said, “wow” and with his head on her shoulder dozed off like a man exhausted, that she knew would stay in her mind forever.
The night had been good, a success he had enjoyed spanking her, his hand unused to the striking of flesh had stung a bit, her arse had glowed, her voice had quavered towards the end but his dick had stiffened like never before and he had had her after on the living room carpet, in a way that said he understood a bit more now and he was like a youth again. They both knew they would walk this path again and more, and had gone to bed for a repeat performance, to sleep like baby`s, for the first time since lock-down.
Sam could be seen next day busy about the house, especially building something to fit in the attic lid in the hall. Ella busying herself with the laundry, it being a bright and windy day, neither asking or, even glancing at Sam`s project. Nothing having been said about the night before over breakfast and indeed all day as it happened.
Dinner passed, still with not a word between them well not on the subject of sex, “this poxy virus”, as Sam was wont to express himself seemed to have caught the world on the hop and that was the topic at table.
It was after breakfast next day that he left her a note on the table, it was in his best handwriting and on a nice stiff piece of card, he had started early in the garden digging and readying the patch for his runner beans.
She took it with her to read his words in the toilet in private, though she doubted he would come indoors and disturb her reading.
The card said, ‘firstly thank you, that spanking, has opened my eyes.’
It went on its Tuesday today, on Friday at a quarter to eight pm, you will be stood ready for me wearing an old expendable nightdress and the collar and cuffs, you will be freshly bathed and I will have you hung by the wrists while I go and watch a program on the television. You will stand on tiptoe all the time, with some assistance I might add, and, on my return, I will cut away that nightdress, and will whip you till you cum. First with the whip on your breasts, then the cane on your butt, and finally the crop on belly and sex.
You will not cum until that last phase, and after, you will be taken to our bed and ravished. If you agree measure from your clitorise to the floor on tip toe and leave a note beside my meal tonight oh and do not and mention of this matter again until Friday it`s forbidden.
Beside the plate at his teatime, their main meal of the day, was a note, it said cryptically “just 34 inches.”
Next morning, he was busy in the shed for a long hour, it was another overcast day, but the garden was his target and the veg patch by Friday was looking tidy.
He noticed at tea that night she was looking a little pensive, after tea he showered, changed into his track suit and saw her vanishing into the bathroom, before he fetched his ladder the fitting he had built, and a rope. By 7.30 the place was tidy and the ladder in its cupboard, he sat watching the news a beer in hand.
It was just 7.45 when he heard the bathroom door close. He rose, and on arrival in the hall found her stood cuffs and collar in place and wearing her oldest blue night attire. Nothing was said as he attached the rope to the wristlets, she stood under the beam that he had erected across the manhole to the attic. He asked… “ready?” she nodded he pulled on the rope and her arms were soon raised, till on her tip toe she stood. He tied the ropes end to the radiator, checking his watch as he did so. From the kitchen he fetched a stand he had made, it was from the floor to the tip 36 inches, 34 plus 2! The tip was pointed and the base flat,
A short branch at an angle pointed away at 45degrees the branch a good 4” long by 1 ¾” wide. He inserted the end tip into her sex then slid the whole thing vertical, the branch hard against her clitorise. Her face registered both interest and horror. He grinned, then blowing her a kiss he went to catch his program.
It was a police program one he had been following, 45 minutes of watching the boys in blue, (now Black) chasing drunks, on a Saturday night, was enough, drunks it appear are the most numerous items a man could find at midnight of a weekend in our inner cities, so it wasn’t the most exciting of shows.
His beer jug empty he stood and scissors in hand returned to his wife, tired and whimpering now as her leg muscles tried hard to keep her clit from taking the whole weight of her body.
He cut the nightdress from each arm across to the neck, then down from the collar down between her breasts to the hem, the garment fell to the floor, her naked body pale in the hall light, her eyes glittering, as he eased the stand from her body to her great relief.
He feet still hardly touched, but to ease her situation he eased the rope a little till her feet were to her joy flat.
It was her only relief.
He reached into the hall stand, and up came the whip, which he began to flick at her breasts, just as she had expected. Her breast began to blush, then colour towards red. Suddenly she was surprised when he went over to full strength strokes across the pretty pair of soft breasts. Her face became a sea of emotions, exhaustion and both pain and excitement.
A dozen strokes, none of which were skin breaking followed. Suddenly he threw down the whip and fetched the cane.
He moved position, caught up the cane and knowing what was next she whimpered. With a swish the whippy cane struck home, a line across the both cheeks leaving a red line and jerking her body on its rope suspension. Thwack, the second strike, tears ran, a dozen stripes all parallel, and close had her crying hard and desperately trying to keep from screaming.
He disguarded the cane, she realised and looked relieved, he now had the crop in his hand, she eyed it suspiciously, expecting him to begin immediately, but no he addressed her she still sobbing quietly.
“Ella, I love you with all my heart, you asked for this game and I find the power and so on is magic and if you like we shall enjoy this more often!”
Oh, and I am not Alfie, we don’t have neighbour`s, and I was looking forward to your screams, did he make you suppress them?” she nodded through still misty eyes, “I`m going to give you 24 strokes of this crop now firstly round your belly, you can count them to yourself, and when your ready, and think you can take the last few, you can open your legs for as few or as many as you wish, they will be directed at your clitorise and there will be a minimum of three there, do you understand?” she nodded and he began, whap, whap, whap, the consistent slaps of the leather hitting home around her mid-rift echoed round the hallway, at the fifth he hesitated and said “five” she nodded, and he soon started again , her head fell back she began to moan and then cry out as each blow fell. At the tenth he hesitated once more, said, “ten” and again she acknowledged his count he started again, but after two more strokes she opened her legs in a defiant gesture. He stopped caught her eye and she nodded her assent.
He lifted her right leg onto the telephone stool that was nearby, nodded at her then struck at her sex, now open and exposed, the slap of leather on soft skin had her jerking her body from the pain, and an unbidden cry escaping from her lips. Again, he struck with the same effect, though the cry was more of a moan bordering on a scream.
She was gritting her teeth now, while looking up into the dark attic not wanting to see the next blow coming. But come it did, just as hard as its predecessor and accurate too. This time tears fell hard as her head shook from side to side as if to shake off the pain.
He had pause again calling, though she barely heard it, “fifteen” the moaning cry was spectacular, though she knew this would be the last five hits, the pain on her lower lips was hard and throbbing and she knew he would expect to use her bruised sex hard yet.
He began once more, the break making her throbbing sex more susceptible to the new pain, again the slap of leather on labia had her crying out, and again came the sadistic smile of power to his lips, a second followed again with the same effect. Then again, he paused. His fingers were opening her lips, opening the sex channel, No, NOOO, he was removing the last protection, opening her clit, her precious clit, to the ravages of that terrible leather crop , he couldn’t be serious, he knelt kissed the tiny button in its soft hood, savouring the taste, she knew he wouldn’t relent now he had the taste of the power of pain. His left hand holding her open, she felt cool air on the nub, knew what was about to happen and waited for him to strike
He flicked the leather tab against her most precious button with a dab of his right wrist. Like electricity the pain shot through her body, and a full blooded scream left her lips, she was aware of nothing now just the pain in her sex, the centre now of her universe, her body began to react, strangely the pain was bringing on a climax, he could do as he wished, ravage her, kill her even, if that’s what he wished but she needed this climax, needed this rush…
He struck again, a second wave ran through her body, her legs tried to close, but his shoulder had pre-thought that Move and was obstructing her she twisted her hips, as again she screamed, loud and long.
They both knew there was one more strike, one more of these cruel chastisements, and they knew it would be harder and even more painful…he hesitated, her mind screaming go on get it done, I am so bloody near, go on, hit me… the leather sprang forward, the tip making a slap that was hidden in the instant bloody scream of torment and climax rolled into one. To him it was perfection and to her was a climax like no other before.
She hung for a moment, catching her breath she felt the rope slacken, as she closed her legs to caress the screaming pain of her bruised clitoris.
she felt herself over his shoulder, not effortlessly but fairly roughly she was taken and dumped on her bed her legs flung wide and he was in and hammering away at the age-old game. Her ravaged clit was screaming with the pain of his abrasive hammering, his mouth on her ravaged tits, her backside a sheet of red hot pain, but the orgasm, oh that sublime orgasm, the high as he filled her with his hot seed… they lay sated, her body throbbing in all of its ways, she not knowing which bit to hold, and her hysterical laughter, as he just said, “wow” and with his head on her shoulder dozed off like a man exhausted, that she knew would stay in her mind forever.
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