Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... glasses... and talking without permission.." I said. She groaned at the last addition, but didn't respond. "I believe that's... thirty-five lashes." She gasped, and went stiff. "Oh, the glasses were worth ten each, didn't I tell you that?" I was distracted for a second when I realised we were now standing in a small puddle of water in our bare feet, and there was a broken glass nearby. I made a note to order Jessica to clean up the glass as soon as I was done. After all, she was the one that made the mess. I looked up and delivered the first blow, taking her by surprise again. I went about her punishment slowly, not allowing my anger to take control. The regular sounds of her pain were almost comforting, and the motion of whipping her already felt natural to me. My cock was rock hard again by the tenth swing, which was the same swing that made her break down in tears. On and on I struck at her, blow after blow marking her perky pink ass. I lost myself in it, finding an easy rhythm, each violent crack bringing me almost as much joy and pleasure as it brought her pain. I felt right, like this. It felt natural, and good. It felt- "STOP!" she screamed suddenly, breaking my wonderful sadistic trance. I stopped, and let my arm fall limp, exhausted. Thirty two lashes, I'd counted out so far. "I can't take any more, pleassse stop." she whimpered, sobbing. It seemed while I'd been further exploring my sadistic urges, she'd been approaching the limit of her tolerance for pain. I ...

... walked to the side of the table and looked at her. She was in agony, her legs were shaking and barely holding her up. Her face was red and wet with tears, and her eyes were bulging in pain. Her make up had smeared and run down under her eyes. The dishevelled look made me even harder, made her pain look so much more intense. 'Jessica...' I said gently. 'Please... no more, I can't do it... you said you'd stop..." she whimpered, closing her eyes tight. A strange rush of pleasure flowed through me, seeing her like this. This was exactly the type of pain I'd always imagined her in, in my darkest moments, all those years. I had to stop now. But at the same time, I couldn't... "Jessica, there's just three more." I said, gently stroking her face, "Just three more and it's over." She looked up at me, blinking back her tears. "I can't!" she croaked, "I can't do it." "You can!" I said, dropping the belt and holding her face with my other hand, "You can do it, sweetheart. You've taken so much already! Just three more, and your punishment's over. Just three more!" I leaned over the table and kissed her gently, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. "You can do this..." I whispered, "You can take it, I know you can." She looked up at me, so utterly vulnerable and uncertain. "Just... just three?" she whispered. "Three more, and we're finished." I said. She closed her eyes, and let out one more sob. "Ok..." she whispered. "What was that?" I asked. "Ok... ok, do it." she said, almost too quiet ...