Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... both my jeans and my ass, but then the only sound seemed to be me yelling. I had tried to control my voice, but the pain radiated from the lower part of my backside.

The second stroke was right above the first one, and it felt even worse. Without thinking about it, I was trying to get up, but my arms were tied to the bench. My legs were free, however, and I swung those around wildly and banged my sandals against the trestle.

"Hey, watch those legs, girl, or I'll give you some whaps on them too. You've already hit me with your feet."

One of the other guards commented, "She's a loud one, for sure."

The third female C.O. said, "As well as being quite a bucking bronco. Should we restrain her legs too?"

The paddle lady said, "It's usually not necessary, but I can't aim properly if she's moving around so much." She spoke to the male guard. "Mike, do you mind getting down there and holding her feet in place? This is one of those times when we really need you to do that."

He must have done that duty before because he had one caveat. "Well, okay, but watch my head. Some of you ladies are a bit careless when swinging that thing around."

"You know how to do it. Just stay down low and hold her ankles." She then spoke to me. "For all this trouble you're giving us, baby, you're really going to get it hard now."

For the next four hits, all I could do was raise my head and cry out with each blow. When they stopped, I rested on the trestle and breathed heavily. Of ...

... course, I was sobbing too.

Mike had released my ankles, but I heard one of the women say, "You really have to hold her when she gets it on her bare behind." It was the lady with the awful paddle. She put it down and unbuckled my jeans, then she lowered the pants below my knees.

"My, what cute little panties." I remember that I had a pair of pink ones on that day. Then, when those were down, she commented on the state of my body. "Your pale little backside doesn't look so pale now. It's all red, but it will be purple when I'm finished with you."

She put a finger against my sore flesh and I gasped. "Jesus, that's tender, don't do that."

"You should shut up or I'll give you a bloody nose as well as a battered behind." I saw how strong her hands were and I didn't doubt the effect she could have on my face.

I still couldn't keep quiet. "Please, don't do it anymore." Of course, I was ignored.

The ten on my uncovered butt were agonizing. When I had dominated guys as an amateur hooker, my idea of a paddling was to use a hairbrush, not that huge jailhouse weapon. Everything narrowed down to that wood crashing into my ass and my own screaming.

Beyond that, my whole body was quivering. That was a sign I knew from previous experiences with my clients; the beating was really having an impact

After the last one, my backside felt blazing hot and swollen. I was openly weeping, which meant they had broken my will. The guard with the paddle said, "Let me give her a couple ...