Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... glistening, revealing her big swollen clit stretching from beneath its tight hood. And at the southern bounds of her gash, the plush pink flesh of her fuck hole.Bitch sure is wet, he thought. Might even ruin this belt.

The moment was there. Jim slung the belt over his shoulder and smiled as he watched Claire's head jerk, her eyes riveted on the motion. "Eyes forward slut, and stay still now. I want this belt to go exactly between your cunt lips. I want it to hit your clit, your fuck-hole and your asshole and all at the same time. I wanna go for 20 strokes, but they've got to be perfect hits, so the less you move, the better the chance all the attempts succeed."

Claire swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She flattened her low back and pulled lightly on her ankles, spreading her thighs widely and raising her asshole away from the floor. Once her cunt was comfortably spread, she quit squirming, took a deep breath and readied herself for the agony she knew was coming. "Yes Master."

"Good. Now keep your eyes open, slut. I like what happens to them when the pain hits."

Swick! Claire's eyes lids flared open, exposing the whites of her bulging eye balls. A deep gurgling groan made it past her lips and her fingers became white as they tightened visibly around her ankles. She was clearly locked in a battle, struggling to keep her thighs from snapping shut. Jim watched appreciatively as a thin crimson welt rose on the silken skin of her inner thigh, just above its union ...

... at her crotch. "Ah, damn slut, looks like a swing and a miss."Yeah, right! He smiled inwardly. "Not your fault slut. Stay just like you are."

Swick! "Damn slut! I can't believe I missed wide to the right this time! Just stay still and three times the charm, right!"

Swick! Claire couldn't breathe. She'd been annoyed at Jim's misses, sure they'd been anything but accidental. She'd psyched herself for brutal pain only to feel the heat of his strokes to her thighs: painful yes, but not the mind killing agony she'd expected. But now she wished he'd kept missing, intentionally or not. The pain was excruciating. She couldn't believe how much it hurt. The leather had smashed her clit, sunk deep into the open gash of her cunt and wrapped viciously across her tight anal bud. Her entire core was being blasted with waves of searing agony as the strike burned its way through the gazillion nerve endings of her three most erogenous bits.

"Oh yeah, slut, now we're cookin' with gas!." Swick! Claire hissed loudly. "Yeeeaaahhh, baby! That's two!" Swick! Swick! Swick!

"That's five clean hits in a row, slut! That's a third of the way there! "Say 'Thank You Master!'"

Claire rocked lightly back and forth, keening. Her eyes were fixed on a point high above the ceiling that confined her tortured flesh. If she spoke she was sure she'd never stop screaming. It was all she could do to keep hold of her sanity. The pain was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her whole crotch was numb ...