Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

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"Oh god, hurt me Sir!" Claire nearly screamed with her need. Her cunt, already swollen from being kicked to orgasm earlier, was becoming painfully engorged again as the tit whipping aroused her.

Jim walked the belt lower now across her diaphragm, curving the leather into the hollows formed as she gasped from pain. Then lower and less frontal, aimed to catch the flaring of her ribs, wrapping the belt almost completely around her torso to kiss her back. Lower still, slicing her belly, catching her hips and wrapping to catch the tops of her buttocks; the thin sensitive skin in the highest reaches of her ass-crack and tail bone. He laid cruel crimson welts all over her soft feminine skin making her gasp again and again from shock. Up to the tits, down to the belly, random strikes that defied her capacity to anticipate or accommodate the pain. He didn't want her sunk into subspace, floating above the whipping. His wanted her anchored to her pain, senses overwhelmed with raw vicious pain that would make her squirm and writhe.

He saw the light of reason flee from her eyes; saw the effort to process the agony consume her every ounce of concentration. But he wanted her beyond coping, wanted her screaming uncontrollably, writhing uselessly, each desperate twist and turn presenting only new targets for his attack. Lower still he walked the leather: to her thighs, catching the plush swell of her nearly hairless pudenda, red and swollen from ...

... the earlier kicking session. Rapid strikes laid on the same line drove the force of his abuse deeper and deeper into her flesh.

Jim grinned evilly as he saw Claire start to squirm.Finally! What a fucking pain slut though! Can't believe she's still standing! Harder he swung.

"Auugghh!" Claire's defenses collapsed. Her wounded eyes pleaded for mercy and saw none in Jim's eyes.

"Auugghh! Master..." Claire gurgled, not wanting the pain to stop, not wanting to be the cause of Jim stopping. But could she stand still for more? She wavered, caught between masochistic cravings that welcomed the pain, needed it, and animal urges of self-preservation that were starting to make her flinch, that wanted her to shrink from the abuse.

Jim Ignored her implicit plea for mercy.If she doesn't red out, I'm gonna flay the bitch! Jim growled low, aroused by the rich crimson of her flesh; the power coursing through him virtually unchecked. He kept the pace of her whipping the same, a relentless monotony of stinging agony striking every part of her nakedness. Her lush breasts compressed beneath the leather only to rebound, swaying erotically, inviting further torture. A sheen of sweat coated her skin adding contrast to the deep red welts covering her belly and thighs and her back. Still, she held her elbows out, hands clasped behind her neck, chest thrust proud offering the sacrifice of her tits and torso.

But despite her determination, Jim saw her thighs quiver and close; her posture ...