The Danielle Development - Sex Stories

The Danielle Development

... were secure and this caused another groan of pain at the additional load.

"Lay down over my lap" I instructed her.

Danielle manoeuvred herself carefully, trying to avoid jostling the clamps as they swayed on her sore nipples. As she positioned her body over my legs, the clamps swung free away from her chest, gravity pulling them towards the floor. The free hanging weight pulled down on her breasts and I reached underneath to swing the clamps back and forth like pendulums. Danielle moaned in discomfort as her breasts were pulled from side to side.

I began to stroke her ass gently with my hand. Feeling between her legs to see if she was getting in the mood yet. She was already quite damp. Danielle knew what was coming next. I picked up the paddle and began to tap it against her buttocks, gently at first but varying pace and force until they began to redden, and I could feel the warmth coming off them. Danielle endured stoically though, saying little as I upped the frequency of my paddling. I decided to take it up a notch. I paused for a minute, giving further impetus to the swinging nipple clamps, before raising the paddle above her derrier and swinging it down with a loud thwack

"AArrrgghhhh" Danielle let out a loud scream as the pain coursed through her already raw cheeks, followed by additional sobs as she tried to manage the pain in the absence of any pleasure to compensate.

I put the paddle down and again reached between her legs, tickling her lubricated ...

... labia with my forefinger to some sighs of relief and pleasure. With my free hand I parted her crack and spat a glob of saliva between each cheek, watching it run down the trench and pool over her closed sphincter. I pressed down with the thumb of the same hand that was teasing her lips, pushing it into her rectum, to further moans of delight. As she enjoyed the stimulation of my left hand, I reached down to her breasts with my right and tugged hard on the nipple clamps yanking them off her. Danielle yelled in excruciating pain as the clamps were torn off her throbbing nipples. I took hold of each breast in turn, gently massaging them while continuing to thumb her asshole and stroke her labia. As the stinging began to subside, louder noises of pleasure began to come from her, but it was far too early for that. I stopped my fingering and pulled my wet hand out from between her legs, wiping it on her hair.

"Stand up" I instructed.

She did so, getting to her feet and standing up straight before me, folding her arms behind her back like a good little sub. I picked up the fallen nipple clamps and paddle and returned them to the dresser. Next I picked up the large metal hook and length of rope and walked over to the bedroom door, closing it. There was a dressing gown hanging from a coat hook on the back of the door which i picked up and tossed onto the bed.

"Come to me" I said.

Danielle walked calmly over to me. The light shining through the window caught her breasts and I ...