It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... right. Even though there hadn’t been that much pain, my ass was burning like it was on fire.

“Now to bring those embers to a flame,” the gruff voice said and I felt and heard a loud “Smack!” from a hand that was large enough to cover both of my asscheeks with his slap.

He spanked me ten or fifteen times. Each “Smack!” was a little louder and stronger than the last. By the time he finished, I was sobbing.

“Leather paddle time,” someone said brightly and I felt a really hard blow to the very bottom of my ass. That is the place a spank hurts the most and I yelped loudly.

“Got her attention,” the same voice said and the leather paddle struck again... and again... and again.

I was now crying loudly and saying, “I can’t take it. I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can,” Mistress J said softly as she stroked the top of my head. “You just have to accept the pain and go into it,” she continued. You got distracted by too much fucking.”

As usual, she was right. I could take this, but I had to get ahead of it. I had to open myself up to the pain and accept it. Then, when the pain and I were one, it would stop being pain. It would just be one more sensation driving me higher and higher.

I don’t know when they switched to a wooden paddle. I was somewhere above my body relishing the pain when that occurred. I did notice when they switched to the cane. There was a long pause and then I heard the cane buzzing behind me.

“Count them,” Mistress J ordered and the first strike ...

... of the cane hit across both asscheeks.

“One,” I yelped just before the second stroke landed on just my left asscheek.

“Two,” I called out. Then “Three,” and “Four” and “Five.”

The strokes were coming too fast for one person. I could barely keep up with the count. And every other stroke was coming from the opposite side. There had to be two people with canes whaling on my ass.

I was afraid I was going to lose count. I was at “twenty-nine” when Mistress J leaned in close to my head and said, “You may orgasm on the next stroke.”

I could feel my body quivering as I awaited the thirtieth stroke. Then both canes came down on my ass at the same time. I tried to say, “Thirty,” but all that came out was a wailing cry as my body thrashed on the spanking bench. Someone grabbed my hand, then someone else grabbed my other hand and two more people grabbed my feet.

I was still thrashing in orgasm as they carried me across the room and held me under the arch. My wrists were soon in the restraints and four strong men began pulling on the ropes to lift me off of my feet. Unlike when Mistress J put me in the arch, my feet didn’t touch the floor at all. I was hanging with my wrists nearly touching the arch and my legs dangling beneath me. I didn’t feel them put the restraints on my ankles, but when the men pulled my legs wide open, I found myself once again screaming in orgasm.

A long time later– at least it seemed like a long time to me– Mistress J stepped forward and began ...