Mine by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Mine by loyalsock

... never known existed. As he brushed over her shaved pussy lips she moaned and a tiny climax shook through her. The excitement, the touch . . . Everything was too much for her to bare . . . The small release rocked her before she knew it was even coming. The heat of her climax shook off the cold of the rain and the brisk air. Suddenly she was sweating and panting. She trembled slightly, knowing she was not to cum until ordered and thus, she would be punished for her indiscretion. She had been bad. His kiss was so gentle at first it was like a butterfly touching her cheek. So loving, it made her almost cry at the sensation. He stroked her hair and kissed her again on the other cheek. She felt so safe under his care; so complete with his touch. He kissed again on her shoulder, this time harder, more passionate. Tiffany trembled and drew in a deep breath. She heard the bag unzip and could see it in her mind. Each toy placed in there with meticulous care in a set order. She had dutifully packed it earlier for him. She knew every toy, every piece of equipment. She fought to stand totally still, but not knowing what toy was being brought out made it impossible. It was a wicked rattan cane. Wispy and supple, the sting from a strike took seconds to register and long, long minutes to fade. It was her least favorite, favorite toy. She feared it as much as she loved it. The sensation so strong, so intense, she was always afraid she could not withstand it. She always did, but the fear was ...

... too delicious to let go. &#034Five for the climax.&#034 His voice was so strong, even in his whisper, it rang through her very soul. &#034Understand?&#034 She nodded. She knew he was right, she had not controlled herself properly. She tried to concentrate on relaxing her body, letting her ass cheeks go soft to lessen the blow. The excitement however made this quite impossible. She trembled waiting for the first blow to land. That was the worst part, knowing it was coming and having to wait. . . those long seconds dragging on forever as she waited for what was coming. Finally she fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other in the cold puddle. That was when the first stroke landed. Feather light it seemed at first, the light cane striking across her ass cheeks. Then the pain erupted and that light wispy strike was like a line of fire across her ass cheeks. Tiffany cried out a yelp before swallowing the other noises instinct was trying to scream. The pain, so delicious, so intense, seemed to burn into her flesh and radiate out through her body. After a moment her mind cleared again and the pain began to fade and she became aware of the rain falling on her skin again. She began to count the rain drops as they fell on her, one after another, they rolled down her flesh, tickling their way to finally drop off onto the roof below her feet. Cool and yet comforting as they rolled over her burning ass cheeks, they felt so cooling, so nice the way they. . . The second strike caught her ...