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Pt3
They finally awoke, it was midnight, he still in the handcuffs her with her arse welts slowly turning blue. She released him, he gently bated her welts in arnica, sprayed it in pain relieving balm, and then together, her laying on her left hip they lay together kissing and cuddling one another back to sleep.
At breakfast, with her sat on a pillow, she explained that’ Richard had, “received her as a lover, soft kisses and caresses to begin with, gently undressing her in a loving way until he got to the message! He knows who you are, and he laughed then asked me if I was serious
I explained that I had shall we say previous experience and he told me it had been his ambition for some years, but that he being single never had chance, and wouldn’t pay Mistress Janice and her like, for fear of infections his brother having died of one years ago. We sat with me naked, which he loved, and we had a chat about limits and safe words over a drink, and then by mutual agreement we began.”
Tim and Flo were both naked sitting like any other couple over toast and marmalade, and except for the nakedness and the subject, oh and the fairly obvious messages on her tits it could have been in any suburban household!
As the details unfolded so Tim`s errection stiffened, and Flo`s nipples coloured and hardened, each noting the others keen interest in the story, and realising that both of them were devotees of this style of sex if only passively as in Tim`s case.
Without standing he poured tea as she began again. “He had some old belts in his wardrobe and secured my wrists together in front of me with one, saying if I let him know this week, he will mail order some gear, especially, though I don’t know what, yet, and I wanted to be sure of your reaction as well.” He grinned and asked her to “go on, I need to hear this!”
“So,” she continued, “Well he asked me to bend over his table, then began to spank me, oh so gently at first, almost as if he was scared to overdo it in case I upped and left, so I stood and told him that I had been used a few times in the past, till the blood ran, so if this was to work he had to use me hard and he needed to secure me and let himself go. However, we needed a limit, so we agreed on hard spanking and then 20 cuts of a belt or cane!”
She raised her head as if to look at the ceiling, and under her chin was a small scratch, she said he had put two belts together and looped one round her neck, kissed her and secured the other under the table end somehow, the buckle of the first stuck into her chin, but the2” thick, tight leather round her throat, wow that was something else!
By now he was painfully stiff, asking if “she found the restriction of her air exciting?”
She nodded and answered that” it had never happened before but this time it had enhanced the effect tenfold!”
She went on with her story reaching out across the table and finding his hand, holding it as if to enhance the telling. “He asked if I was ready, lifting the window and fetching from the flat roof below a four-foot-long garden cane, laughing and saying that it was left over from his tomatoes in the summer!”
“I was not in the position to argue, by now the waiting was making me tremble with nerves like I can`t ever remember ever before, he fetched the cane into my view, making sure I heard it whistle through the air then he went behind me, and he told me to count, oh god that first cut was so, so, painful, but it was also a relief.”
By now Tim was hands on with his tool, slow gentle strokes, as she explained that “she had begun to cry at the fifth stroke, and sob at the tenth when he stopped.” Tim looked questioningly at her and she said that “he slid into my wet cunt and fucked me hard, muttering all the time that the next ten would really hurt and he would start again when he came!” she gulped, ”then regardless of my feelings, he hammered himself into me, my arse a throbbing mass of hot pain and my breathing hard and restricted, as he lay along my back his tool deep into me. Now that was so exciting, that I felt his cum hot and deep, I began to have my own orgasm, my legs going weak as I nearly blacked out, he withdrew and with a whistle that bloody cane fell again, my god, it was like a red hot poker striking across my arse, he waited till I gasped eleven, then the next came, and every stroke from then on waited till I gave the number, between sobs and screams. Oh, and how I managed to stay still I have no idea, my fingers holding on the table edge white and painful.” She paused, then said “strangely each stroke had the effect that I was having mini orgasms with each stripe on my body, oh it was pain such as I`ve seldom enjoyed but enjoy it I did!” Tim by now was on his feet, his rampant tool spewing cum onto the table top, plates and his now cold cup, it was all too much. She started again her hand in her own crutch, “the twentieth stroke fell, and he slammed himself back into me, and as each stroke had me easing the strap round my neck, then as he retracted, tightening around my windpipe, cutting off my air supply and heightening my excitement till he finally exploded deep in my body and slid away.”
He left me to recover, then released me undid my wrists, (she showed Tim the marks still on her arms) and letting me come back slowly to normality gave me my dress but before he let me dress, he wrote you that message!”
“I put my undies in my purse, then kissing him he showed me out, thanking me, as if I had just delivered his mail, then I came home!”
Urgently they cleared the table, it was a mutual unspoken action, she lay over the table end, then hesitating only to slide his hand over the roughened surface of her welted backside, he slammed himself into her and began his jig. Her groans were noisy, and wholehearted, each thrust of his lap against her welts must have been shear agony, but she didn’t complain and the orgasm that followed, both magic and massive.
They returned to bed together, kissing and fondling till Morpheus took over, and they slept like babes.
It was later that afternoon when she sorting the wash, she opened her purse and fetched the undies sadly the rent book fell at Tim`s feet, Flo blustering a bit said oh, how did that get there? He said nothing but flipped through the pages, noting that the last two months entries said, ‘paid in full’, not as had previously been the amount, he looked at her his eyebrows raise in question.
She exclaimed “what?” but he said nothing just turned and slid the book into its home in the sideboard drawer obviously he didn’t want to know for sure who Richard was.
On the following day she told scrooge that he could send for some bits, though they were not specified what the bits were.
Her recovery took most of both weeks, faint blue/yellow lines faint now but still just visible. They knew that it was near to the next date with ‘Richard’ when Tim said that” if she was caned again it may cause permanent damage, and perhaps once a month would better be the limit for that game.” Her face fell at that, but he was insistent, saying that “perhaps she had best put other pieces forward…” she knew that he would not be a happy chappy if she defied him, so she said, “perhaps he had best write, saying as much to ‘Richard’ though wouldn’t it be a better idea to be present, and have input?” he said “he would contemplate that but that the imagining could be a strong erotic influence and it was in the balance whether it would be better to watch or just imagine!” he grinned, adding, “anyway do you really want me to know who Richard is sweetheart,” she grinned then set off shopping
He wrote the note, and placed it in an envelope marked RICHARD, placed it with the rent book and it was soon Friday night again.
They finally awoke, it was midnight, he still in the handcuffs her with her arse welts slowly turning blue. She released him, he gently bated her welts in arnica, sprayed it in pain relieving balm, and then together, her laying on her left hip they lay together kissing and cuddling one another back to sleep.
At breakfast, with her sat on a pillow, she explained that’ Richard had, “received her as a lover, soft kisses and caresses to begin with, gently undressing her in a loving way until he got to the message! He knows who you are, and he laughed then asked me if I was serious
I explained that I had shall we say previous experience and he told me it had been his ambition for some years, but that he being single never had chance, and wouldn’t pay Mistress Janice and her like, for fear of infections his brother having died of one years ago. We sat with me naked, which he loved, and we had a chat about limits and safe words over a drink, and then by mutual agreement we began.”
Tim and Flo were both naked sitting like any other couple over toast and marmalade, and except for the nakedness and the subject, oh and the fairly obvious messages on her tits it could have been in any suburban household!
As the details unfolded so Tim`s errection stiffened, and Flo`s nipples coloured and hardened, each noting the others keen interest in the story, and realising that both of them were devotees of this style of sex if only passively as in Tim`s case.
Without standing he poured tea as she began again. “He had some old belts in his wardrobe and secured my wrists together in front of me with one, saying if I let him know this week, he will mail order some gear, especially, though I don’t know what, yet, and I wanted to be sure of your reaction as well.” He grinned and asked her to “go on, I need to hear this!”
“So,” she continued, “Well he asked me to bend over his table, then began to spank me, oh so gently at first, almost as if he was scared to overdo it in case I upped and left, so I stood and told him that I had been used a few times in the past, till the blood ran, so if this was to work he had to use me hard and he needed to secure me and let himself go. However, we needed a limit, so we agreed on hard spanking and then 20 cuts of a belt or cane!”
She raised her head as if to look at the ceiling, and under her chin was a small scratch, she said he had put two belts together and looped one round her neck, kissed her and secured the other under the table end somehow, the buckle of the first stuck into her chin, but the2” thick, tight leather round her throat, wow that was something else!
By now he was painfully stiff, asking if “she found the restriction of her air exciting?”
She nodded and answered that” it had never happened before but this time it had enhanced the effect tenfold!”
She went on with her story reaching out across the table and finding his hand, holding it as if to enhance the telling. “He asked if I was ready, lifting the window and fetching from the flat roof below a four-foot-long garden cane, laughing and saying that it was left over from his tomatoes in the summer!”
“I was not in the position to argue, by now the waiting was making me tremble with nerves like I can`t ever remember ever before, he fetched the cane into my view, making sure I heard it whistle through the air then he went behind me, and he told me to count, oh god that first cut was so, so, painful, but it was also a relief.”
By now Tim was hands on with his tool, slow gentle strokes, as she explained that “she had begun to cry at the fifth stroke, and sob at the tenth when he stopped.” Tim looked questioningly at her and she said that “he slid into my wet cunt and fucked me hard, muttering all the time that the next ten would really hurt and he would start again when he came!” she gulped, ”then regardless of my feelings, he hammered himself into me, my arse a throbbing mass of hot pain and my breathing hard and restricted, as he lay along my back his tool deep into me. Now that was so exciting, that I felt his cum hot and deep, I began to have my own orgasm, my legs going weak as I nearly blacked out, he withdrew and with a whistle that bloody cane fell again, my god, it was like a red hot poker striking across my arse, he waited till I gasped eleven, then the next came, and every stroke from then on waited till I gave the number, between sobs and screams. Oh, and how I managed to stay still I have no idea, my fingers holding on the table edge white and painful.” She paused, then said “strangely each stroke had the effect that I was having mini orgasms with each stripe on my body, oh it was pain such as I`ve seldom enjoyed but enjoy it I did!” Tim by now was on his feet, his rampant tool spewing cum onto the table top, plates and his now cold cup, it was all too much. She started again her hand in her own crutch, “the twentieth stroke fell, and he slammed himself back into me, and as each stroke had me easing the strap round my neck, then as he retracted, tightening around my windpipe, cutting off my air supply and heightening my excitement till he finally exploded deep in my body and slid away.”
He left me to recover, then released me undid my wrists, (she showed Tim the marks still on her arms) and letting me come back slowly to normality gave me my dress but before he let me dress, he wrote you that message!”
“I put my undies in my purse, then kissing him he showed me out, thanking me, as if I had just delivered his mail, then I came home!”
Urgently they cleared the table, it was a mutual unspoken action, she lay over the table end, then hesitating only to slide his hand over the roughened surface of her welted backside, he slammed himself into her and began his jig. Her groans were noisy, and wholehearted, each thrust of his lap against her welts must have been shear agony, but she didn’t complain and the orgasm that followed, both magic and massive.
They returned to bed together, kissing and fondling till Morpheus took over, and they slept like babes.
It was later that afternoon when she sorting the wash, she opened her purse and fetched the undies sadly the rent book fell at Tim`s feet, Flo blustering a bit said oh, how did that get there? He said nothing but flipped through the pages, noting that the last two months entries said, ‘paid in full’, not as had previously been the amount, he looked at her his eyebrows raise in question.
She exclaimed “what?” but he said nothing just turned and slid the book into its home in the sideboard drawer obviously he didn’t want to know for sure who Richard was.
On the following day she told scrooge that he could send for some bits, though they were not specified what the bits were.
Her recovery took most of both weeks, faint blue/yellow lines faint now but still just visible. They knew that it was near to the next date with ‘Richard’ when Tim said that” if she was caned again it may cause permanent damage, and perhaps once a month would better be the limit for that game.” Her face fell at that, but he was insistent, saying that “perhaps she had best put other pieces forward…” she knew that he would not be a happy chappy if she defied him, so she said, “perhaps he had best write, saying as much to ‘Richard’ though wouldn’t it be a better idea to be present, and have input?” he said “he would contemplate that but that the imagining could be a strong erotic influence and it was in the balance whether it would be better to watch or just imagine!” he grinned, adding, “anyway do you really want me to know who Richard is sweetheart,” she grinned then set off shopping
He wrote the note, and placed it in an envelope marked RICHARD, placed it with the rent book and it was soon Friday night again.
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