Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... be watching her be abused.

And the paddle kept getting closer and closer to the ultimate landing.

She looked up at Jim and saw that he was deeply entranced in the sadistic pleasure of ruining her thighs. His lips were parted and his face was flushed. It seemed to Claire that he was almost unaware of the others watching as he concentrated on delivery of pain to her body. Each time he hit her he was grunting and growling. The more she focused on his response to beating her, the less she felt the pain and the more she became aroused by the service she was providing, of being the outlet for his need.

He broke his trance and looked up at Claire, locking eyes with her. Claire knew she was on the verge of cumming and that he could see it. She was panting and willing him to do the unthinkable. Shewanted that paddle to land directly on her cunt lips.

"Please" she whimpered. "Oh god, I want it, Jim. Don't go easy. Fucking do it!" Time seemed to slow. Claire watched in a kind of fascinated horror as the paddle lifted and then began its descent. She kept her eyes focused on Jim, though his eyes were now fixed on her pussy, making sure the paddle would land precisely across the middle of her lips. Claire knew this was going to hurt badly. She'd been working her cunt for what seemed to be hours now and her pussy was swollen and tender, engorged from arousal and punished by Jim's thick cock pounding away at her like a jackhammer. The hard wood of the paddle would crush that ...

... most tender flesh and she was begging for Jim to use it on her.Oh God! What am I becoming!?

But Clairedid want it. Whatever the pain, she felt powerless to deny Jim this release. She wanted him to use her body to vent his sadistic lust. It was no different than giving him her pussy, or her mouth to cum in. Either way it was within her power to offer him the release he craved and in so doing gratify her own compulsion to be used. She needed Jim to land that paddle directly on her cunt as hard as he needed. She didn't want him to hold back. She wanted to be the source of his complete abandon, the one instance he could let go completely and embrace his desire to inflict terrible pain without guilt or hesitation.

And then it struck. For an instant it was pure sensation devoid of message. A flat smacking sound, a sense of compression as the hard wood laid flat against her yielding flesh; just pressure. But then it hit, the excruciating pain she knew must be a part of that much pressure. A shock wave rolling through her core and emptying from her body in a terrible scream of anguish. Her back arched and her eyes bulged in their sockets as her breath emptied, sucked in again and emptied in another agonized wail.

"Aaagggh! Again!" she gasped. "Hit it again. Hit my clit, Aaaghh!" Jim watched her anguish greedily and smiled an evil little grin as he lifted the paddle. This time his eyes didn't leave her face. He didn't care if the strike was perfect. He was confident the large ...