the Weekend 2 - Sex Stories

the Weekend 2

... I doubt I shall be ok to do so when you have finished and I can recover a little on the way home.” He agreed and together they cleared up the building, putting away all but the items they needed for the trip home, he she noticed placing a pillow on her seat, He dressed in a full set of clothes and she leaving out just her nightdress to travel in, He offered her the security of the ropes, but she refused so the bag was packed into the motor. The final scene was now set, her saying determinedly, “one on each thigh one on each breast, the rest on my backside hard pleases” she lay on the table again knowing what he was to do. The wand swung though not at full power and landed with a whack on her left inner thigh, instantly a red line appeared, her body jerked the hands again gripping the table edge. He moved sides. The wand now landed on her right thigh with the same effect, tears welled in her eyes, as the target moved to her breasts, and she laid passively head back to give him a clear target. Again the stripe appeared, again the jerk of the body and the slight squawk as the pain hit. She laid back again her eyes defiant she waited the last of the frontal assault, he moved and swung the wand yet again the sound loud as the breast was struck again, she involuntary sat up as the red line appeared on the creamy 32b breast just below the nipple. Tears falling freely, as she stood, turned and very deliberately lent forward, presenting her soft backside to his gaze, and placing her ...

... hands on the table edge again, as her marked breasts flattened to the table top the pressure causing yet more pain. The wand rose and descended across both cheeks, an involuntary jerk of the body, and the inevitable red line appeared, a second followed, in short order, and to his surprise her hand raised to stop the third as he was asked to put more power in the last strokes. With a shrug he raised the wand, and swung it full power at his target, she screamed as the line appeared across the lower buttocks. Where the lines intersected, small bl**d spots appeared, the wand beginning to fray now as he raised it once more for the final stroke. That wand whistled down, and with a scream she jerked upwards as the splintered wand struck, it was over, the marks clear on her body for her husband as she was helped her to her feet, they stood clinging to one another, him supporting her buckling knees, her in the aftermath of the strokes desperately trying to control the pain coursing through her body He helped her into her night-dress, her wristlets and leg straps still in place he helped her from the hut then into the front seat, he locked up and they were soon on the road. The rough road was torture on her wounds despite his careful driving, she was glad though that they were soon on the hard smooth road and speed picked up, during the hour and a half of the journey home they passed the time talking about the weekend, she had learnt a lot, her husband had a sadistic streak she now knew ...