Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... piece of flat hard hickory would capture the small target of her clit. He wanted to see her face contort when it did. He let her gasp a little more like a fish slammed to the deck after being hauled dangling from the water on a hook. Then he let fly the paddle.

Smack! He knew from the feel it was a clean hit; a lot of meat from the lips but centered high on her slit, the middle of the paddle landing squarely on the ridge of her big swollen clit. Claire couldn't breathe. Each time she tried to open her throat the contraction of her agony froze the muscle of her diaphragm. The pain was blinding but behind it, to her astonishment she could feel an orgasm mounting, taking over from the contractions of her pain wracked body.

"Again!"

Whap! And that was what it took. More than the pain; sidled up tight right next to it came the orgasm in a crescendo beyond her capacity to absorb. The twin pressures of the pain and pleasure forged together into an orgasm of astonishing power that went knifing through her womb, out her limbs and through the top of her head. Her whole body began to spasm, jerking like a doll with its strings being pulled. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a high keening began to emerge from the grimace of her clenched teeth.

Jim watched in wonder as this beautiful woman kept twitching, riding a wave of pleasure the likes of which he'd never seen in any slut he'd ever beaten before. The strength of her orgasm was astonishing. Claire's legs were ...

... still spread and ejaculate was flooding from her cunt in gush after gush of clear fluid. Her body was electrified and still twitching as the orgasm crested.

And that's when he hit her again.

Claire's scream was so intense the entire house seemed to pause for a beat just to take it in. Claire was jerking as pain flared throughout her body. The jerks weren't violent tortured affairs. It was more like the vibration of a glass subjected to high frequency sound waves. She was almost humming with tension. It was bleeding out of her body in quick shaky ripples, speaking of an inner tension so tremendous that any greater movement would surely shatter her completely.

The scream settled into a breathless moan as she absorbed this final excruciating sensation. Claire took it in, blended the pain into the orgasm that still rode her. Some small gibbering part of her mind was astonished that such pain could cause her such ecstasy; quailed at the price she paid for these highs, and that she found herself begging again and again to pay.

"Time!"

CHAPTER 18: BACK TO THE SALT MINES

Claire has more to give.

Claire heard Mr. Lester's voice ring out. She dimly realized this meant the torture break was finished and that it was time to get back to the business of squeezing out more orgasms. She moved her hands across her ruined breasts that were grown rigid and lumpy from the subsurface bleeds. She held them gently, rolling them to sooth the numb burning and deep ache that suffused ...