1Days of my youth [3] - Sex Stories

1Days of my youth [3]

... persuade me to do whatever she had wanted regardless of the consequences was a big turn on, she was so glad I changed my mind and followed the directions to the letter. So I asked how she knew we had done the last part of the instructions. In answer she said: The thing that she remembered was The butterfly`s started as Pete fitted up the pulley, they got a little more busy as each item of her clothes were removed, when I placed the egg vibrator she had felt disappointed it was not working as a distraction, later, unbeknown to me Pete flicked it on each time the whip descended, just for the first 15 strokes, this telegraphed the arrival of each stroke he then left it on for the rest of the session not intentionally but as he couldn`t take his eyes from her body and had forgotten it. I had stopped giving her a last chance and she said it had been easy to say to “carry on”; though she was glad of the gag I fitted as she had been finding it hard to keep quiet. From then on she could scream all she wanted without the neighbours hearing. By then that her legs had been giving her pain, and as she heard her husband remind me where to strike, she said her bl**d ran cold, the first pussy stroke left a lasting impression, but the ones across her nipples caused her the most discomfort. Like a metronome she said those blows fell, Pete`s voice telling off the strokes in tens from about halfway through the session she had had small climaxes increasingly frequency as the strokes fell, ...

... first coming close to passing out after 70 strokes but, by sheer will power managing to hear the 80th called before it became just too much. She didn’t remember the four extra strokes at all or of us lifting her down, though she knew we had done it by her wounds, but she had regained some senses as we d****d her over the stool and knowing what was to come she said she had an enormous climax that lost her consciousness fortunately completely as the final blow wrapped itself into her sex, she could still feel the effects of that on her bruised clit. There being nothing else to do I soon returned to my barracks. Pete reported to me on the Monday that she was up and doing light housework but was a “bit slow” and was still in a lot of pain. He also gave me the jumper! I visited her with roses the next weekend, when she told me that she still had much pain and bruising, she would never want to do it again, and that sex at the moment was out of the question her clit still too bruised, but that she had no regrets at all about anything we had done. A sentiment repeated by Pete with one of his slow smiles. Then she kissed me saying they could never repeat our time together with anyone else, as she rolled down her top to show me two deep scars one on either lovely breast just under her nipples, You see, she said “I can never forget you now.” That was the last time I ever saw them together. The very next day I went on detachment on a driving job to Belgium for a month and on return they had ...