Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... matte black strands, surprised that they felt rather supple, almost soft despite being quite thick and dense to her touch. Without speaking he withdrew the implement and walked to stand behind his wife. Then he began swinging the flogger side to side, hitting Kay's back around the shoulder blades.

Kay's skin quickly pinked, as though the flogger were painting her skin. There was none of the former brutality she'd witnessed with the caning. This looked almost relaxing. Kay made no noise and her body was not struggling. Claire became almost hypnotized with the constant rhythm of the flogging. She could make out the distinct sound of each separate tassel slapping against Kay's skin in succession and then again as Mr. Lester drew them back, running them through his hand to gather them. Slap, hiss, slap, pause. Slap, hiss, slap, pause, almost like wiper blades.

But slowly Mr. Lester increased the force of the strokes and Claire began to hear Mistress grunt softly as she was struck. Her back was turning a deeper fuchsia and the speed of the strokes was increasing. There was no longer any pause. He was whipping the tassels in a kind of figure eight motion so that the flogger strands were in constant motion and striking Mistress on first, one side and then the other of each rotation. Claire noticed Mistress begin tensing. She clutched her hands; arched her toes. She was shaking her head in quick little motions from side to side almost like she was having an argument with ...

... herself. Mr. Lester never let up. If anything, the force of his strikes was increasing. The slapping sound was now deeper and Claire realized that Kay's chest cavity was acting like a kind of drum, thudding from the force of the blows being rained on her back.

And now Mr. Lester took a break. He went back to the duffle and removed a whip-like implement tipped with a broad leather strap. He returned to station behind his wife and resumed his attack, only now going lower, starting in on her ass. The figure 8's were done. He returned to calculated blows, landing two or three at a time on one cheek and then backhanding the other side. Claire saw the force of the leather strap pulling at the soft flesh of Kay's buttocks and looked with concern at her face. But Mistress seemed to have relaxed now. She rested quietly against the pillars of the "X" frame as her husband continued raining the viscous looking implement against her welted ass cheeks. Bright red streaks broke out on her ass immediately, a perfect imprint of every landing until the lines began to merge in a solid red mass across her ass and upper thighs.

But then Mr. Lester whipped the strap up between his wife's legs, the full force of the blow catching her cunt. Claire was stunned. A deep groan came from her Mistress. Claire saw her rise up onto her toes as much as the bindings allowed and her hands... the fingers were splayed rigid as though the energy from the blow to her most sensitive flesh had traveled up her body; ...