Horseplay - Sex Stories

Horseplay

... sipped my whisky. ‘She once told me that she’d love simply to watch me caning you. I rather like the idea.’ I turned my face to her and looked up. I could see that look in her eyes. Fear ran through me like lava. ‘Stay there.’ Victoria stood up. I watched the sway of her kilt as she walked out of the room. Hesitating at the door, she turned and looked at me and her lip curled and my bowels turned to water. I knew that look too. ‘Over the chair, sweety.’ I waited, bent over the back of the softly upholstered chair. I could see myself in a large mirror hanging over the fireplace. Why, I asked myself. But, of course, I knew the answer. Nobody would understand but I did. I didn’t hear her bare feet pad into the room but I saw her in the mirror when she came to stand behind me. She’d put on a knee length nightdress, sheer and black, her breasts clearly visible. She kissed the small of my back, licked it. Her hands ran softly over my buttocks, over my thighs and up, up over my back in a gentle caress. The firelight flickered, illuminating my face. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see myself at this moment. Shame? Damned if I know. ‘Open your eyes.’ I watched as she placed a black stocking around my neck and pulled it tight. Not so tight as to throttle me but tight enough for me to feel it there. She held the two ends between the fingers of her left hand, like she held the reins when riding. Her mouth was beside my ear. ‘Look into my eyes. I want you to see, to understand.’ The ...

... crop in her hand, her right hand, was black. It had a tongue at its end, split like a snake’s. I was all too familiar with it. I watched her as she stroked me with it. ‘I love you, darling, with all my heart.’ I knew it was true. She kissed my ear, my cheek. The first stinging blow was across my arse. I bucked and she steadied me with the hand that held the stocking. The second came fast and accurate across the same spot. Then more with a few seconds between each but each harder than the other. I looked at her and saw the gleam in her eyes. She licked the back of my neck as another blow stung the tops of my thighs. Victoria unwound the stocking. Deliberately she lifted her nightdress and slowly stuffed the foot of the stocking into herself until she left about six inches hanging. She held the nightdress so I could see, despite the tears running from my eyes. As I watched she walked round to stand in front of me. Her hands found my nipples and caressed them as she sighed and whispered how much she loved them. Her mouth came to mine and she kissed me, lifting my chin. My mouth opened and her tongue entered me. The kiss was deep and passionate, slow and loving. She twisted my nipples between sharp finger nails until I cried out into her mouth and she swallowed my pain. Pulling back from me she pulled the stocking slowly until it was gathered into her hand. She pushed it into my mouth, leaving its top dangling. ‘Come with me.’ Standing, feeling the burn on my arse and thighs I took ...