Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... free clamp toward the other breast. It cleared the cross piece and dropped down the other side with a jerk, dangling in mid-air, hanging from the clamp still attached to Claire's nipple.

"Ahhgh" groaned Claire as the one nipple took the jerk from the free clamp, and which continued to burn as the tethered clamp swung from the end of the heavy chain like a pendulum. Jenny released Claire's hair and she collapsed back onto the padded bench, groaning. Claire watched as Jenny knelt beside her.

Oh fuck this is gonna hurt! Jenny reached under the bench, snagged the swinging clamp and brought it back under the padded support beam. She slowly tugged, stretching the still attached nipple. The tension caused the clamp's hinged tips to grip even tighter on Claire's delicate nub. Jenny grinned, loving the design of the clover clamps that compressed the nipple harder and harder as she kept pulling and stretching the viciously pinioned nipple. She kept pulling until Claire began hissing and shuddering. She smiled wickedly, drinking in Claire's suffering. Then she backed off.

Jenny opened the jaws of the free clamp and quickly reattached it to the aching nipple it had just been taken from. Now the chain attaching the two clamps was looped under the bench cross member, effectively binding Claire to the bench by her nipples. She had limited range of motion; she could squirm and writhe, but if she tried rising her chest up very far off the bench, the clamps would cause terrible ...

... pain before ripping from her nipples. She watched Claire wriggling her torso, making her tits swing, trying to become re-accustomed to the painful grip of the clamps. Jenny ignored her pained wriggling and spoke.

"Claire, I'm not going to bother tying you any further. If you raise up the nipple clamps will tear at your nipples so I caution you not to try and get off the bench. Also, we don't really have time for much warm up so, well, apologies, but I'm sure you'll manage." Jenny walked behind Claire, bent and retrieved a cane from her toy case. She stood to one side and let the thin rattan cane fly.

"Sssss" Claire bore down and tried to keep a lid on the sizzling streak of pain flaring across her ass. The cane had caught her right at the crease of her ass and thighs.

"Sssss!" Again it hit right where the previous lash had hit, doubling the agony.No shit no warmup!

One after another the thin vicious strokes walked up and down Claire's ass and thighs. Jenny avoided the tail bone and inner knee but crimson streaks were laid like ladder steps up and down every inch of the creamy skin between those two points.

Claire hung on. Jenny started hard and didn't let up the pace. If anything, the blows seemed to start landing harder. Claire heard the thin whistling of the cane slicing the air just before they sliced into her agonized flesh. As soon as the fire registered another blow would land, sometimes on the same line of fire, sometimes someplace entirely different. The ...