The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching. - Sex Stories

The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.

... session, discovering the optimum way to lengthen it without causing unacceptable skin damage was worth considering.

Nancy said, “You think about increasing our pleasure, don’t you? Let’s try out the whip on you. When I have caned you, so far, your reaction to those canings shows they are within your comfort zone. Whilst my canings hurt, I’m tremendously aroused and wonder how I would feel if you gave me the cane much harder. I’m happy to find out, and perhaps the whip followed by the cane is worth a try.”

“We only come this way once, and unless you are a religionist who thinks otherwise, we won’t get a second chance. So we need to make the most of it!” I replied.

The direct question beckoned. I said, “Nancy, have our spanking activities, which others might think are ‘beyond sex,’ done anything for you, please?”

“Oh yes,” replied Nancy, “Very much so. Some girls in the department have slyly mentioned I look happy and have ‘colour in my cheeks’ and I think they wonder why. They know I have had boyfriends before and I’m sure they guess sex was involved, but something is quite different this time and they don’t know what it is! I don’t tell them anything.”

“It’s my sore bum and the feeling in it when I sit down to thank for it. I have to stop myself squeezing my thighs together to bring on an orgasm or do it in the loo. I can’t go around with a damp patch in the seat of my uniform, can I? If I did it on traffic duty, I would lose concentration!”

“So far, I have ...

... always been able to sit the next day after you caned me. I don’t think you ever used excessive force in the caning because you have never cut my skin. Cutting the skin is excessive, and you never crossed that line. There are some awful examples of skin-cutting canings on the internet. You know what you are doing, and it’s wonderful to trust you.”

“John, get into position and I will try out the whip on you.”

I bent over the side of the bed as usual. Nancy swished the whip and got used to the way the tails travelled through the air. They needed to hit something to bring them to rest.

“Are you ready?” she asked

“Yes,” I replied. “I can’t wait to find out.”

This time, there were no warning taps. The whip went ‘zwip,’ then ‘crick’ as it hit my bum. The sting was more than I had expected. Nancy gave me five more strokes with it and the sting built steadily. The initial sharp pain was at least as bad as that of the cane. I stood up and rubbed my bum. To my surprise, the sting did not die away as fast as that from the cane. I could feel a host of lines of fire crossing both cheeks of my bottom.

“Nancy,” I said, “This is different. I’m surprised that those thin little strands of leather have such an effect. Please give me six more strokes and a little harder. It’s the only way to find out.”

Nancy looked a little concerned. “Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes, perhaps the next lot won’t be so painful, but there’s only one way to find out,” I replied.

I bent over, ...