Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating - Sex Stories

Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating

... the bedroom. I wait by the door to the basement stairs for a few minutes before she comes back out. She's changed her lace collar for her leather one and the stockings are the only other thing she's wearing. My cock stirs again at the sight of her, full breasts, flat tummy but not wasp-waisted, broad hips and thick but firm thighs. She's four inches shorter than me but weighs almost as much, and it's all delightful curves. Her nipples are rock hard, which I test with a pinch to another soft moan, and her areola are even puffing out a bit. Something that doesn't happen unless she's incredibly horny. Between the plug holding my cum in her ass all day at work and the egg during dinner, I'm not surprised. Opening the door to the stairway I motion her down. She precedes me and I watch her hips twitch as she takes the stairs. At the bottom we can go right into the laundry and my workroom or left into the den. She turns left and stops a step into the room. I'd moved the love-seat we watch movies on to the side and pulled the St. Andrew's Cross into the center. A glance at me and I nod. With a giggle she steps up onto the base with her back to me, sets her feet against the padded blocks which spreads her legs. Then she reaches up and grabs the wrist-cuffs still clipped into the ropes. For punishment I do tie her in, but this is play and I know she won't let go until I tell her. I grab the doeskin flog and the soft-flapper crop and move in behind her. A look between her legs and I ...

... smile. The lace tops of her stockings on the insides of her thighs are already stained with her juices and as I watch, another rivulet trickles down her skin to add to that. She's about ready to cum now, but holding it back because I haven't given her permission yet. Running a hand over her round ass I lean in and say, "Since you've been a very good girl all day, I want to reward you for that." "Thank you Sir," she whimpers. We've done this same thing before and she adores her rewards. I step back, tuck the handle of the crop in my back pocket and take my first swing with the flog. A slight gasp but more a moan comes from her with the strike and I smile. Her ass, the backs of her thighs and even her back are touched by the flog and after a few minutes I switch to the crop and start all over again. When I finally pause from that, her ass and thighs are almost glowing and her back is a pale pink. A look between her legs and I almost chuckle. Her stockings are now stained halfway to her knees. "Front side little one," I say. She moans and turns around, feet wide again and hands with a death-grip on the cuffs. Her outer lips are parted and I see her inner lips dripping with her juices. The hood just under her mound has pulled back and her clit is in full view and swollen. Now I work her breasts, fronts of her thighs and hips for a while until they too are bright pink. The stain of her stockings reaches her knees now and I know that she's right on the edge. I step a little to the ...