Cool Dip - Sex Stories

Cool Dip

... forcefully from your spasm controlled pussy and watch your convulsing body beating itself into the packed sand beneath you. I return to my tackle box and rummage through its contents finding a couple of sharp hooks and some long lengths of nylon string. I tie the hooks to the string and pull one branch of the nearby bush close enough to tie the other end. Similarly I tie the other line to another bush. Breaking off a sturdy branch with five smaller outgrowths, I strip it of all its leaves. What remains looks quite like a wooden hand. Walking back to your now slowly quivering body, I stop, raise my improvised whip and bring it down hard across both your tits. “AAAAAAAAAAAA” you scream from the blow. “You can’t do that, it will shred my nipples to ribbons” you plead. “You can be sure that isn’t going to happen” I brag. Taking aim I again bring my whip down, missing your tits, striking instead the soft flesh stretched between your hips. “Better?” I ask, as the scream once again escapes you. Letting you lie there, thinking about the pain radiating from those reddening welts, I pick your bra off the branch and lay it across your face. Your eyes are now covered, the bra tied behind your head, all vision removed. Taking the panties from the ground where they had fallen, I push them into your abused mouth. Now not a chance of someone hearing those screams of “joy”. The tension caused from the stinging blows has left your body and you settle back into the sand wondering what I might ...

... have in store for you next. You are thinking “he won’t use that evil stick on me again, that was just to show who the boss is”. But you shiver as I drag the five wooden fingers up across your thighs, and then give your pussy a little pat. You can hear the whistle of the branch as it whips through the air, blinded; you wonder what its target might be. “Whap” it lands hard again across your nipples and faster than you can believe, “Whap” it strikes once more your tender hips. Again and again, I rain blows upon your flesh, working from the skin of your thighs, to the softer tissue of your breasts. I can see the red welts swelling from each consecutive blow, and I aim for the paler colored areas, intent on turning everything a bright red. Soon my arm wearies of giving this abuse and my attention returns to the little treats I earlier tied up for you. Now pulling the branch closer with the string, I take one nipple between my fingers and lightly roll it. This goes nearly unnoticed, a little nuance behind the intense pain flooding your mind. I patently wait until I sense that you are regaining control, then place the sharp tip of the hook behind my fingers, I pierce your nipple at the base; thread it through and out the other side. This is nearly unbearable for you and I fear that you are close to collapse. Smacking the side of your face brings you back to life and you feel the other hook inserted through the sister nipple. Without any mercy, I release the bush limps and watch as ...