Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 2: Tanya's First Session

... thin leather strap. "Since this is your first time here and your first offenses, I will strike you five times for each offense. Do you have a safe word?" "Yes, Master. Blossom." I smirked. Ella was consistent if nothing else. "Understand that if you safe word during a punishment, you end this relationship, but you may safe word at any other time without consequence, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I stepped back and slashed the strap across her ass. She only gasped, which pleased me immensely. "One," I said softly, watching her white skin redden. The second strike was almost right on top of the first, and she whimpered. "Two." The final three strikes with the strap caused her ass to be a lovely, bright red, like a bad sunburn, and all I had managed to force from her was a small cry. Next I grabbed a split-end whip and proceeded to lay five stripes across her back, but she still only gave out soft cries. I walked around her and brought her face up. A few tears were running down her face, but that was all. "Fucking amazing," I murmured. Last, I decided to see how she did being caned, given this would be her first time. I chose a long, thin birch cane and held it in front of her eyes for just a moment, a shiver of delight running through me when those eyes went wide. Then I stepped back and struck it against the front of her thighs. She cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my groin. With the second strike, the cry turned into a scream, and by the fifth, her ...

... screams were filling my ears. I placed the cane on the table and undid her restraints. I moved her to the bench and strapped her down again, knowing that the welts on her thighs were now pressed up against the leather. "Now for my original plan," I said, and I took three sets of clamps from the table and showed them to her. "Do we continue?" "Yes, Master," she sobbed out. "Are you sure?" "Yes, Master." "Good girl," I said, and then I attached the clamps to her pussy lips and pulled them wide as I tied them onto the bench. Then I attached a fourth clamp to her clit and added a small weight. She cried out again, and I slid one finger into her snatch. She wasn't as wet as when she'd been watching me with Ella, but I wouldn't have cared either way. Her cry turned into a moan, however, and I added a second finger and then a third. Those three fingers were just about as big around as Ella's fist, I knew, and when I added a fourth, Tanya grunted in pain. My cock was only semi-hard by this point, for I wanted screams. I rammed my hand into her cunt, trying to get one from her, but she only groaned. "Fuck me," I muttered and added my thumb. This brought a small cry, but not the scream I wanted. She amazed me. Every other girl I had brought in here for her first time would have been screaming and writhing at this point. I pulled my hand out. "Tanya," I said, grabbing a different cane from the wall, this one just as long but thicker, "how many men have you fucked?" "Two, Master." "And did ...