Spank Me! Part 2 - Sex Stories

Spank Me! Part 2

... into little points, the dark areola crinkled and rippled. She was panting, and honey was dripping from her cunt and trickling down her thighs. Some of it dripped onto the tiled floor.

It was a bit of a wonder that Burke recognized her – Kimberley wasn’t exactly in the same social circle.

I pushed Burke forward, releasing her neck, and causing her to stumble slightly. “Miss Burke, you were instructed to be here, dressed in a manner you thought would please me, which you have done. You werenot invited to question my actions or my taste in guests. Now, standthere, Miss Burke, and bequiet until you are instructed to do otherwise.”

She hung there, frozen in my death stare, then swallowed hard, dropped her eyes, and moved to the spot I had indicated, next to the whipping form, facing the naked, helpless form of Kimberley bound there.

Crimson stripes crisscrossed her arse and decorated up and down her thighs. A variety of implements lay on the table next to the form, neatly laid out and ready to hand.

I moved back into position behind Kimberley and selected a crop. “Have you had enough, Kimberley?” She raised her head, and her wide eyes met mine in the mirror positioned at the head of the form.

She panted, and her entire form quivered. “No, Mr. Matthews.”

“You want more punishment?” I queried.

“Please, Mr. Matthews, yes, please.”

“You know I increase the intensity with each instrument, don’t you?”

She was silent, panting. Saliva drooled from her mouth. ...

... She swallowed and licked her lips, then nodded.

“Beg for it, Kimberley. Beg me to crop your arse and your cunt.”

She hesitated, and I found the wait delicious, knowing she would beg despite her hesitation and fear. “Please, Mr. Matthews, please crop me. Crop my arse and my…my c…cunt.”

“How hard do you want me to crop you, Kimberley?”

“Uh…a…as hard as you like, Mr. Matthews.”

“Good girl.” And with that, I flicked the crop upwards so the flap smacked hard, directly on Kimberley’s cunt and clit.

Her whole body went rigid and bounced within the bonds of the frame. “Oh,SIR!”

Tremors ran up and down her legs and back, and goosebumps rose on her arse cheeks. I waited until her legs began to unlock their muscles, then smacked the crop’s shaft hard across the middle of her arse.

“AAAAhhhh … OW! OW OW OW OW!”

Immediately, I brought the crop up again, focusing the flap on her clit and the top of her cunt slit.

“Oh my God oh my God SIR!” She pulled on her arms, and her whole body writhed. “Please, Mr. Matthews, I’m going to cum, please please PLEASE let me cum!”

I reached into a metal bowl next to the various whips, canes, and floggers and came up with a handful of ice cubes. “Not until I give permission, Kimberley. Not until I say,” and I started to rub the ice up and down from her spread arse cheeks up and down along her slit and then held them on her clit.

Her body began to buck against the restraints, and she screamed.

I held the ice there for ...