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As Kim climbed off the bed Bill swung his legs over and stood up. She went over to the full-length mirror by the door and began to examine her backside. It was red, very red and she could see the first signs of bruising. She bruised like a peach and the last time they had been together she had carried home the evidence of the spanking he'd given her. She twisted around and examined her bum from several different angles. There wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind that she was going to be black and blue by the morning. Oh well, she thought, another week or two of sex on my back with the lights off. Not a problem, her husband usually woke up in the middle of the night, climbed on, gave a few quick thrusts and shot his load before rolling over and going back to sleep. It was, she surmised, easier for him to shag her than wank; it took less effort and gave her just about as much satisfaction as if he'd tossed himself off. She glanced over to where Bill was extracting things from his Mary Poppins bag and realised that during the time that she had been looking at her bottom in the mirror he'd stripped completely. The session was clearly about to enter another phase and she had a good idea what was about to happen. They had talked about it enough to know exactly what they both wanted to happen. He'd warned her that only her safe word was sufficient to halt things; begging and pleading were going to be ignored, it was going to be full-on and she knew it. That was what the ten remark was about. Bill walked back to the bed carrying a handful of things he'd pulled from the bag.
'Get on the bed, face up,' he ordered.
Kim took one last glance at her backside in the mirror, she could see the bruises already. After the last spanking he'd given her she'd had to have sex on her back in the dark to stop her husband seeing the evidence of Bill's handiwork. She had a feeling that she was going to be getting fucked on her back for a lot longer this time but two weeks of missionary shagging was a small price to pay, she thought, for getting the kind of spanking she'd just had. She walked back to the bed and climbed on and then waited for her orders.
'Spread your legs and arms as wide as you can,' Bill said. 'And open your mouth.
Kim obeyed immediately. Bill put the things he'd been holding down on the bed and then went back to his holdall. Kim looked over and saw him pull the new riding crop out. He'd sent her a picture of it but it looked far larger in reality than it had in the picture. He walked back to the bed and put the shaft of the crop into her mouth.
'Hold that.'
Kim closed her mouth on the whip. Bill then took the spreader he'd told her about and began to assemble it. He'd made it in two parts so he could get it into the bag and thus the hotel room without anybody seeing it. He finished fastening the two parts together and Kim stared at it. It was far longer that she imagined it would be. Bill attached it with some rope to her right ankle and Kim realised her legs weren't spread wide enough for the other end to be tied to her left ankle. She moved her legs until her legs were as far apart as she could manage. Bill put the other end of the spreader by her foot. Her foot was about three or four inches away from the end. Bill held her foot firmly and moved it until the spreader fitted and then tied her ankle firmly to it. Kim's legs ached with the extra strain that was put on them. He then tied the spreader to the bottom of the bed. Bill then turned his attention to her arms and quickly tied her wrists and pulled the rope tight so that Kim's arms were held tight. Kim's arms began to ache too. Then she saw him pick up half a dozen clothes-pegs and she knew exactly what he was about to do with them. He began clamping them to her labia. She winced as each one was clipped on her soft labia skin. When he'd applied all six he pulled two lengths of duct tape from a roll and taped the pegs against her thighs.
'Want to try moving?'
Kim tried a tentative tug on the rope restraining her arms, there was no movement whatsoever. Then she tried moving her legs. Nothing, she was completely unable to move. Bound, helpless, her cunt clamped open and exposed Kim shivered with a heady mixture of arousal and trepidation. She knew she was going to get a severe pussy whipping. Bill had told her a number of times during the preceding weeks. She wanted to feel the sting of the crop on her cunt, to experience the kind of whipping she'd watched in the videos so many times. The last time he'd thrashed her cunt she had so enjoyed the feeling of the whips on her tender pussy. It had started with hand spanks and progressed through a small crop and then a large leather strap. She'd not been in bondage that time and Bill had given her one heavy stroke on her cunt with the strap. Fuck it had stung. She'd rolled on her side, muttered “fucking hell” and held her throbbing crutch with her hands. He'd thought he'd really hurt her and stopped. She had wanted him to carry on but couldn't find the words to ask. They'd resolved that since and she knew that this time she was going to experience the cunt spanking of her life. Bill took hold of the crop and Kim released her grip on it. He stood at the foot of the bed and banged the business end of the thing against the palm of his hand.
'Ready?'
Kim nodded and swallowed hard. She was determined to take as much as she possibly could, for him to take her to the very edge of her endurance. She was also determined to try and remain quiet, she didn't want to be gagged with the panties again and she knew that he would do that should she start to make a sound. Whatever happened she knew he wasn't going to stop until she'd used her safe word. She'd used it for the first time a few weeks before. It was one of their Friday play nights and he'd made her kneel on the bed and push the love egg up her arse. It was fine whilst she could wiggle and move to relieve the sensation but then he'd order her to stay still. He hadn't typed it, he'd said it. She always kept the sound on at her end so she could hear anything he said. He spoke infrequently on cam and she understood why. Hearing his order had had a galvanising effect on her, she'd been determined to stay still and keep the thing buzzing and throbbing away inside her for as long as she could stand it. The intensity seemed to increase when she had to remain motionless and after what seemed like ages she couldn't stand it any longer and said garnet. When they had talked about it afterwards during one of their IM sessions he'd told her it had been less than a minute. Kim’s mind then drifted to the second time he’d made her put the egg up her arse. It was on cam four weeks previously. She’d been naked, kneeling on the bed and pushed the orb up her ass. She knew he was going to time her to see how long she could stand it buzzing away in her arse, they had joked about it during the week and he’d said he was going to call it the egg timer game. With it in position he’d told her to switch it on, put her hands behind her head and remain perfectly still. She’d done as she was told and the position she was in not only made her tits stick out but also had the effect of making her clench her butt muscles which in turn intensified the effect of the vibrator throbbing deep in her body. She had remained perfectly still and after five minutes or so had expected him to tell her to stop. Her phone rang and she knew it was him even without looking at the screen. She answered and he told her to hold the phone down by her crutch so he could hear the sound of the egg. She obeyed and watched him with his phone to his ear listening. Then he rang off without telling her to stop and then she realised that she was edging toward cuming. Her climax, when it came, was one of the most intense she had ever experienced and was certainly the first one that had been induced without clitoral friction. If anybody had told her she would one day have an orgasm brought about by having a vibrator up her arse and the power her Dom held over her she wouldn’t have believed them. She shuddered and moaned as wave after wave of the huge orgasm coursed through her trembling body. She hung on for as long as she could and could see that Bill was watching her intently as she was in the throws of sexual ecstasy. When she could stand it no longer she said her safe word and he told her immediately to switch the thing off. She grabbed the controller and flicked the switch off and then tried to gather her breath. The unbelievable force of the orgasm she had experienced had left her breathless. She pushed the memory to one side and looked up at him. She swallowed and braced herself for what was about to happen. She watched as he tapped the crop against her pussy and felt the gentlest of touches. Then he drew it back and she winced as it swept toward her. The crop made contact with her exposed cunt and she bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. Then she panted. Fuck! It stung like nothing she had ever experienced before. She pursed her lips and blew in and out rapidly. The initial shock had caught her unawares. She had not expected it to feel quite so intense. When he'd used the other crop on her, the one he'd made, it had felt nothing like this. He'd warned her that this was different and sent pictures of it. She hadn't appreciated then just how different it was. She continued to pant frantically and when the worst of the stinging had eased she nodded. This was his signal and he tapped the end of the thing against her again and then brought it down hard against her exposed cunt. It hurt more than the first blow and she wished she could move and then was glad she couldn't. If she was free she would have rolled on her side by now and have pulled her knees up to her chest. As it was she had no choice, she was powerless to do anything other than take the whipping or call time. She drew in a deep breath and held it, counted to ten, then breathed out again. She nodded and Bill struck her cunt another stinging blow. Fuck! She was convinced every one was harder than the last but then dismissed it realising that she was getting more and more sore with each swipe. She gathered her thoughts and nodded. Bill didn't hesitate, he brought the crop down hard against her reddening pussy for the forth time. By the tenth or eleventh stroke her cunt was so painful she could no longer control it by breathing or any other means. Not many more after that and she'd lost count of how many times he'd whipped her. It took just a few more before she had reached the end of her endurance.
'Garnet! For fuck sake garnet,' she said, her words almost inaudible.
Bill stopped immediately and lay the crop down on the bed.
'Kim, you okay darling?' he said, quietly.
'Oh Jeeez Bill, that stings like fuck! Is my cunt very red?'
'Glowing like sunset,' he said, smiling.
'That was a definite ten.'
'Yep, very sore?'
'It feels like it's on fire.'
'Guess I'd better kiss it better then?'
'Yes please Sir'...
'Get on the bed, face up,' he ordered.
Kim took one last glance at her backside in the mirror, she could see the bruises already. After the last spanking he'd given her she'd had to have sex on her back in the dark to stop her husband seeing the evidence of Bill's handiwork. She had a feeling that she was going to be getting fucked on her back for a lot longer this time but two weeks of missionary shagging was a small price to pay, she thought, for getting the kind of spanking she'd just had. She walked back to the bed and climbed on and then waited for her orders.
'Spread your legs and arms as wide as you can,' Bill said. 'And open your mouth.
Kim obeyed immediately. Bill put the things he'd been holding down on the bed and then went back to his holdall. Kim looked over and saw him pull the new riding crop out. He'd sent her a picture of it but it looked far larger in reality than it had in the picture. He walked back to the bed and put the shaft of the crop into her mouth.
'Hold that.'
Kim closed her mouth on the whip. Bill then took the spreader he'd told her about and began to assemble it. He'd made it in two parts so he could get it into the bag and thus the hotel room without anybody seeing it. He finished fastening the two parts together and Kim stared at it. It was far longer that she imagined it would be. Bill attached it with some rope to her right ankle and Kim realised her legs weren't spread wide enough for the other end to be tied to her left ankle. She moved her legs until her legs were as far apart as she could manage. Bill put the other end of the spreader by her foot. Her foot was about three or four inches away from the end. Bill held her foot firmly and moved it until the spreader fitted and then tied her ankle firmly to it. Kim's legs ached with the extra strain that was put on them. He then tied the spreader to the bottom of the bed. Bill then turned his attention to her arms and quickly tied her wrists and pulled the rope tight so that Kim's arms were held tight. Kim's arms began to ache too. Then she saw him pick up half a dozen clothes-pegs and she knew exactly what he was about to do with them. He began clamping them to her labia. She winced as each one was clipped on her soft labia skin. When he'd applied all six he pulled two lengths of duct tape from a roll and taped the pegs against her thighs.
'Want to try moving?'
Kim tried a tentative tug on the rope restraining her arms, there was no movement whatsoever. Then she tried moving her legs. Nothing, she was completely unable to move. Bound, helpless, her cunt clamped open and exposed Kim shivered with a heady mixture of arousal and trepidation. She knew she was going to get a severe pussy whipping. Bill had told her a number of times during the preceding weeks. She wanted to feel the sting of the crop on her cunt, to experience the kind of whipping she'd watched in the videos so many times. The last time he'd thrashed her cunt she had so enjoyed the feeling of the whips on her tender pussy. It had started with hand spanks and progressed through a small crop and then a large leather strap. She'd not been in bondage that time and Bill had given her one heavy stroke on her cunt with the strap. Fuck it had stung. She'd rolled on her side, muttered “fucking hell” and held her throbbing crutch with her hands. He'd thought he'd really hurt her and stopped. She had wanted him to carry on but couldn't find the words to ask. They'd resolved that since and she knew that this time she was going to experience the cunt spanking of her life. Bill took hold of the crop and Kim released her grip on it. He stood at the foot of the bed and banged the business end of the thing against the palm of his hand.
'Ready?'
Kim nodded and swallowed hard. She was determined to take as much as she possibly could, for him to take her to the very edge of her endurance. She was also determined to try and remain quiet, she didn't want to be gagged with the panties again and she knew that he would do that should she start to make a sound. Whatever happened she knew he wasn't going to stop until she'd used her safe word. She'd used it for the first time a few weeks before. It was one of their Friday play nights and he'd made her kneel on the bed and push the love egg up her arse. It was fine whilst she could wiggle and move to relieve the sensation but then he'd order her to stay still. He hadn't typed it, he'd said it. She always kept the sound on at her end so she could hear anything he said. He spoke infrequently on cam and she understood why. Hearing his order had had a galvanising effect on her, she'd been determined to stay still and keep the thing buzzing and throbbing away inside her for as long as she could stand it. The intensity seemed to increase when she had to remain motionless and after what seemed like ages she couldn't stand it any longer and said garnet. When they had talked about it afterwards during one of their IM sessions he'd told her it had been less than a minute. Kim’s mind then drifted to the second time he’d made her put the egg up her arse. It was on cam four weeks previously. She’d been naked, kneeling on the bed and pushed the orb up her ass. She knew he was going to time her to see how long she could stand it buzzing away in her arse, they had joked about it during the week and he’d said he was going to call it the egg timer game. With it in position he’d told her to switch it on, put her hands behind her head and remain perfectly still. She’d done as she was told and the position she was in not only made her tits stick out but also had the effect of making her clench her butt muscles which in turn intensified the effect of the vibrator throbbing deep in her body. She had remained perfectly still and after five minutes or so had expected him to tell her to stop. Her phone rang and she knew it was him even without looking at the screen. She answered and he told her to hold the phone down by her crutch so he could hear the sound of the egg. She obeyed and watched him with his phone to his ear listening. Then he rang off without telling her to stop and then she realised that she was edging toward cuming. Her climax, when it came, was one of the most intense she had ever experienced and was certainly the first one that had been induced without clitoral friction. If anybody had told her she would one day have an orgasm brought about by having a vibrator up her arse and the power her Dom held over her she wouldn’t have believed them. She shuddered and moaned as wave after wave of the huge orgasm coursed through her trembling body. She hung on for as long as she could and could see that Bill was watching her intently as she was in the throws of sexual ecstasy. When she could stand it no longer she said her safe word and he told her immediately to switch the thing off. She grabbed the controller and flicked the switch off and then tried to gather her breath. The unbelievable force of the orgasm she had experienced had left her breathless. She pushed the memory to one side and looked up at him. She swallowed and braced herself for what was about to happen. She watched as he tapped the crop against her pussy and felt the gentlest of touches. Then he drew it back and she winced as it swept toward her. The crop made contact with her exposed cunt and she bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. Then she panted. Fuck! It stung like nothing she had ever experienced before. She pursed her lips and blew in and out rapidly. The initial shock had caught her unawares. She had not expected it to feel quite so intense. When he'd used the other crop on her, the one he'd made, it had felt nothing like this. He'd warned her that this was different and sent pictures of it. She hadn't appreciated then just how different it was. She continued to pant frantically and when the worst of the stinging had eased she nodded. This was his signal and he tapped the end of the thing against her again and then brought it down hard against her exposed cunt. It hurt more than the first blow and she wished she could move and then was glad she couldn't. If she was free she would have rolled on her side by now and have pulled her knees up to her chest. As it was she had no choice, she was powerless to do anything other than take the whipping or call time. She drew in a deep breath and held it, counted to ten, then breathed out again. She nodded and Bill struck her cunt another stinging blow. Fuck! She was convinced every one was harder than the last but then dismissed it realising that she was getting more and more sore with each swipe. She gathered her thoughts and nodded. Bill didn't hesitate, he brought the crop down hard against her reddening pussy for the forth time. By the tenth or eleventh stroke her cunt was so painful she could no longer control it by breathing or any other means. Not many more after that and she'd lost count of how many times he'd whipped her. It took just a few more before she had reached the end of her endurance.
'Garnet! For fuck sake garnet,' she said, her words almost inaudible.
Bill stopped immediately and lay the crop down on the bed.
'Kim, you okay darling?' he said, quietly.
'Oh Jeeez Bill, that stings like fuck! Is my cunt very red?'
'Glowing like sunset,' he said, smiling.
'That was a definite ten.'
'Yep, very sore?'
'It feels like it's on fire.'
'Guess I'd better kiss it better then?'
'Yes please Sir'...
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