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Subject: {ASSM} Sticky Vicky Story - A Leg Man's Atonement
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Sticky Vicky Story - A Leg Man's Atonement
My hands were on either side of her head, intertwined with her hair.
The bedroom was somewhat darkened, and I could see the outline of her
face. I had orally brought Vicky to orgasm twice before I entered
her. She was moaning with pleasure as I slowly thrust inside her, and
I was savoring every second of the experience. She puckered her lips
in a pouty supermodel-pose expression. I lightly brushed my lips on
hers. It is so erotic to do that. After a moment of this, I felt the
tingling buzzing deep within me that signified the nearness of
ejaculation.
"Oh, Vicky," I whispered passionately. The feeling became stronger.
"Oh God, Vicky..." Intense waves of tingling passion then radiated
in all directions from the center of my body, up my spine and down my
legs, as I started to spurt inside her. "Oh, Vicky!" I exclaimed in a
coarse whisper, her embrace becoming stronger to hold me inside her as
I writhed in ecstacy and pumped furiously.
Our breathing calmed down after a few minutes. Vicky ran her fingers
across the raised weals on my buttocks from the caning. Her touch
brought back some of the heat from the cane strokes. With a knowing
expression, and smiling, she whispered, "It works every time."
"M-Hmmm," I acknowledged. She kissed me lightly and tenderly.
"It's time to turn over, Rick," she said. "Unless, of course, you
want me to practice some more with the cane." When referring to
caning, she always referred to administering it as practice.
Vicky giggled as I slowly withdrew from her and turned over so that I
was face up on the bed. She positioned herself on top of me and got
up in a straddling position. I saw the glistening blend of our juices
as beads of the mixture seeped from the warm, moist place into which I
had recently ejaculated. I opened my mouth as her pussy approached my
face. Hungrily, I placed my mouth over her pussy and ran my tongue
along her vaginal lips.
"Umm! Ungggggh! Ahhhh!" she exclaimed as she climaxed almost
immediately. I felt the mixture of our juices enter my mouth at the
height of her paroxysms. "Keep going," she panted as her shuddering
subsided. In under a minute she climaxed again.
The relationship with Vicky had gone through the usual stages of this
type of female dominant thing. First was the initial reluctance to
get into "spanking", thinking that only kinky people do that. Then
came the acknowledgment that she liked it. Following that was her
greater willingness to push limits, coupled with her realization that
administering discipline aroused her. Finally, she accepted, and even
welcomed and used the arousal for pleasure.
One of the games that we play involves Vicky pretending to take
umbrage at something that I do, and my playing along with it. This
time it was my appreciation of the beauty of the female form from the
hip down. In other words, I'm a "leg man". We had gone out to dinner
earlier that evening, and Vicky had noticed my catching glimpses of
various women at the restaurant. At one point during the dinner Vicky
leaned toward me and, in a soft voice, said, "I've noticed that you
are watching the girls this evening." Then, with a twinkle in her
eye, she continued, "You're getting demerits for that. Just thought
you should know." What I did know was that this was going to lead to
a very severe discipline session, and that Vicky was becoming very
aroused thinking about it. I reached over to her face and traced one
finger all around her lips. "You know I'm a leg man, my love," I
stated.
This kind of repartee was part of our game.
"I've always known that. By the way, can you stay the night?" Vicky
asked.
"You're creaming in your panties, aren't you?" I retorted.
"Another demerit for asking questions that are too personal," she
announced as she squirmed in her chair.
"You just answered it," I said with a laugh.
We went on like this, interspersing our repartee with other topics and
furtive sensuous touching.
An hour after we got back to her place, I was face down on her bed,
completely undressed, with pillows under my hips. Vicky was fully
dressed and had a doubled-up leather belt in her hand. I had a raging
boner that would soon go away under the rigorous leathering which was
to come. Her strict demeanor and stern questioning was also part of
our game that we play, although it often feels quite real when she
applies whatever instrument of discipline she selects.
"You have some demerits to take care of, young man," Vicky began. "It
appears that you certainly have an eye for the ladies, doesn't it?"
Vicky began.
"Yes ma'am."
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Vicky applied the strokes rapidly and energetically.
"I saw you eyeing that waitress at the next table. The one wearing
the tan shorts and white socks. What were you looking at?"
"Her legs."
Whap! "Ow!" Whap! "Oh!" Whap! "Owww!" Vicky was really getting
into it now. Those swats of the strap were delivered very hard.
She continued, "You'd like to feel her legs on your body, wouldn't
you? Tell the truth now."
"Yes ma'am!"
Whap! "OWW!" Whap! "OH!" Whap! "OW! Vicky!" Whap! "OHHH!"
Whap! "Ahhhh!"
"Now then. Are there any women at work that you fantasize about?"
"...Yes..."
"Name one!"
"Jill."
"Describe her!"
"Straight blonde hair... Smooth firm legs -"
Vicky gave me ten hard strokes of the strap as I exclaimed and
writhed.
"And then there's the woman two tables over. The one talking on the
cell phone a lot of the time. You were checking her out, weren't
you?" Vicky queried.
"Y-Yes..."
Vicky planted five hard strokes on my reddened bottom.
Further inquiring, she asked, "You checked out her legs several times,
didn't you?"
"Oh, Vicky, please..."
"Admit it! You were looking hungrily at her, weren't you?"
"Yes, Vicky - OHH... OW... VICKY... AHHHH... NOOOO... YAAAH!"
"You were imagining how she'd feel in bed, weren't you?"
"Vicky..."
"Tell the truth now, Rick! You wondered what she'd be like in bed,
didn't you?"
"Yes ma'am!"
Ten hard strokes with the belt followed as I rocked agonizingly from
side to side.
"Did you imagine cumming inside her? Were you wondering how she
cums?"
"Yes, Vicky, I..."
Vicky applied fifteen severe strokes with the belt as I shouted my
ooohs and ahhhs.
"Who else do you think about? Who else has great legs, Rick?"
"You!"
"Well, well. I finally enter the picture. Hold still while I finish
spanking you!"
Without saying another word, Vicky vigorously and passionately
leathered my ass with the belt while I kicked, twisted, squirmed, and
begged her to stop. This final part appeared to go on forever,
although in reality it was probably around a minute. A lot of strokes
can be applied in sixty seconds, especially if the strapping is
non-stop, as this was. I flinched when she put her hand on my sorely
strapped ass cheeks. She marveled about how hot they felt to the
touch.
"Looks like I did a decent job here," Vicky stated. Then she got some
lotion and gently soothed it into my reddened ass cheeks. Even after
several minutes there was still a hot, painful sensation there. I was
also getting hot in another way as Vicky deliberately brought me to a
turgid state with sensuous touching.
"There's one more little thing to take care of, Rick," Vicky said as
she got off the bed. She had me stand up and then lean across the
edge of the bed, so that my upper body was on the bed and my feet on
the floor, in a bent-over position. Vicky opened the closet door and
retrieved the rattan cane. "There's something else I was going to
punish you for," she said. "I don't remember what it was about, but
it was something other than your leg-watching."
"Oh, Vicky, not now!" I protested. "You just finished spanking me
with the belt!"
"Keep your hands in front of you. And you'd better stay in position,
young man, until I tell you that you can get up!" A slight quaver in
her voice gave away her state of arousal.
You know what I hate about a caning from Vicky? She's so good at it,
that's what. And it comes so easy to her. She just casually whisks
the cane in a brisk cadence without any pauses, sometimes with her
free hand casually on her hip, and it hurts like the devil. She also
expects me to stay in position for the whole thing. I try very hard
to do that, and I'm always so afraid that I'll get out of position and
cause her to punish me even more.
This time was no exception. She wielded that cane like she really
meant business - very fast-paced strokes. I yelled, shouted, and
begged her for mercy as I writhed, rapidly pounding on the bed with my
hands and fists, and stamping my feet on the floor in a vain attempt
to deal with the pain of the caning over my already well-strapped
buttocks. Thankfully, I didn't get out of position during the whole
thing.
Vicky threw the cane down on the floor, undressed herself and sat
pigeon-toed on the edge of the bed. "Okay mister legman," she said,
"pleasure me."
Vicky is sensitive to touch on her lower legs. I guess you could call
that an erogenous zone for her. Kneeling in front of her, I gently
massaged her legs from above the ankles to well above the knees. Then
I lightly ran my tongue in long, slow swipes up the outer edge of her
legs. I pointed her toes further inward and did the same thing with
my tongue on the back of her legs. Her breathing picked up
noticeably. Then I very, very lightly teased her pussy with feather
light kisses. Vicky could not help emitting soft moans as the teasing
continued.
She grasped my head in an attempt to pull me closer in, so I grabbed
her hands and held them away from me and coaxed her to lean back on
the bed. I kept up the teasing for some time, treating her to the
delicious frustration of feather light torment. Then, placing my
mouth firmly on her pussy, I ran my tongue around Vicky's now
protruding clitoris, and within a few seconds she climaxed, fists
clenched and eyes tightly shut, her hips trembling and rocking back
and forth.
Scarcely a moment later I renewed my oral onslaught on Vicky's pussy,
this time making slurping noises and tonguing her pussy like a warm
ice cream cone. She uttered some groans and other noises of
contentment, followed by a long "ahhhhhhhhhh!" starting low and
increasing in pitch. Then she climaxed again, rocking intensely.
Pussy juice oozed out as she lay there catching her breath, and after
a few moments I coaxed her to get completely on the bed. She eased
herself up on the bed and spread her knees while placing her hands
behind her head with a contented look on her face. I straddled her
and guided my rock-hard erection ito her aroused womanhood, going in
all the way, thrusting slowly at first.
And this is where we came in.
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