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Subject: {ASSM} "BDSM Beach" (4/13) (Spanking, Spring Break, Lovely View) 
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Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:10:03 -0400
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This story of sex, beaches, and submission is owned, copyrighted
and so forth by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't make any money
from it, okay? 

The entire story has been written and will be posted on a fairly
regular schedule until completion.  If you enjoy it, please drop
me an email at <a
href="mailto:shonrichards@yahoo.com">shonrichards@yahoo.com</a>
as your lovely comments is the only payment this writer receives.
 All previous parts and other stories can be found at my blog at
http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

BDSM Beach Part Four
By Shon Richards 


Cassie was dreaming. Kevin was behind her, and he had a hand on
her hips. His own hips ground against her bottom, fucking her,
yet she couldn't feel his cock. His mouth was inches from her
ear, telling her how she was the best submissive of them all and
how he wanted to take her back home with him. Cassie wanted to
respond, but somehow she wasn't able to say anything. 

The dream slipped away, and she opened her eyes. The sound of the
ocean called her out of her sleepy mental state. The Caribbean
heat soaked through the thin cotton sheet and warmed her body.
She focused on Alisha's sleeping body on the bed opposite, one
breast revealed by naughty sheets. Cassie admired the contrast of
Alisha's dark skin on the white sheets, and for one sleepy
moment, she wished her skin were some deep color like green or
purple or red.

That was when she realized that she could still feel Kevin
grinding against her ass. Had he sneaked into bed with her? Had
he assaulted her sleeping body? How cool would that be?

"More," Danielle moaned behind her.

Cassie jumped out of bed. Danielle sat up with a jolt, her eyes
wide and disoriented. Across the room, Alisha awoke with a
startled cry at the commotion. 

"What the hell?" Alisha said.

Cassie reached behind herself and touched her ass. It was wet and
sticky. Still half awake, she tasted her fingers. Yep, that was
pussy.

"Danielle was humping me," Cassie said.

Alisha burst out laughing. "Don't forget the rules, Danielle: No
other boys or girls."

Danielle scowled and pulled the sheets around her naked body. "I
was having a hot dream. And it was about a guy!"

Cassie felt bad for embarrassing Danielle and sat back down on
the bed. "It's all right, I was having wet dreams, too."

Danielle buried her face in her hands. Despite her bedmate's
usually haughty attitude, Cassie felt a strange urge to comfort
her. 

"Shit, why didn't you girls masturbate?" Alisha asked.

Danielle looked at her. "There's nowhere to do that! Well, I
could have gone to the bathroom, but I was too tired."

Alisha laughed. "Bathroom? I did it right here in bed."

Cassie felt a thrill go through her as she thought of the sex
show she had missed.

Julia walked into their bedroom. All three girls tensed as she
looked at them. She was wearing a black swimsuit, and she had a
red handprint on her face. Cassie stared at the handprint,
imagining Kevin's hand delivering that slap.

"Good, you're all awake," Julia said. "Come out to the deck. What
are you waiting for? Now!"

Cassie was the first girl out and not because Julia had yelled at
them. She was rushing because she wanted to see what Kevin had
planned for them. If it was a chore, she swore to herself that
she would do it with a big smile and a bounce in her step. She
was not going to spend another night listening to Kevin fuck
someone else!

The deck was a wide area facing the beach. A wooden rail lined
the deck, and Melinda was up against the rail, bent over with her
ass facing Kevin. Blue bruises covered her ass, new marks that
clearly had happened last night. 

Kevin was wearing a pair of blue swim trunks and nothing else.
His curly black hair was somehow even messier than yesterday. In
his right hand, he had a red ping-pong paddle, and Cassie almost
clapped her hands in joy.

"Up against the rail, bent over like Melinda," he said.

Cassie nodded and did as he asked. She bent over the rail and
used her arms to support herself. The beach was laid out in front
of her, and already she could see people laying out in the
morning sun. The water was a bright blue that she couldn't stop
marveling at. It shimmered like a sapphire. She couldn't wait to
get into the water. Well, she could wait if it meant she'd be
getting her first spanking.

Alisha bent over beside Cassie while Danielle took a position to
the other side of Melinda. Cassie tried to imagine what they all
must look like to anyone on the beach. All the tourists had to do
is turn around with binoculars to see four naked gals flashing
their tits to the world.

"Just so you ladies know, we will be doing this every morning,"
Kevin said. "In fact, I want you out here bent over and waiting
for me every morning. Those who are late will be left at home. Am
I understood?"

"Yes, sir," they all said.

"Good," Kevin said. "Keep your eyes forward."

Cassie obeyed. She kept looking at the beach. Sailboats were in
the distance, and she wondered if someone was looking at her
right now through some telescope.

A loud SMACK was followed by Danielle's cry of "ouch!" Cassie
wanted to turn and look, but she kept her eyes on the beach. She
wanted to see Kevin deliver the spankings, but instead, she
watched nearly naked people walk down the beach.

Smack after smack rained just feet away Cassie and her poor
neglected ass. Danielle must have been the one being spanked
because she never stopped crying out. Every blow sparked a shriek
from Danielle as if her ass was being burned alive. 

Or at least that's how Cassie wished it felt. She wasn't sure.
Her parents had never spanked her. Once, she'd told a boyfriend
to spank her ass, and he'd gave her a few halfhearted taps. It
certainly wasn't the cleansing pain she had read about. Everyone
described spanking differently, and Cassie wanted to feel every
variation. 

The spanking stopped. Danielle's ragged breathing could be heard
over the ocean's rumblings. Cassie's heart thumped in sync with
the sounds of Kevin's footsteps on the deck. Logically, she
expected Melinda to be spanked next, but maybe he would skip her
and spank Cassie next. That would be fair, wouldn't it?

"Oh, God," Alisha moaned beside her. A loud SMACK confirmed
Cassie's worst fear. He had skipped Melinda, but he'd also
skipped Cassie. Alisha's ass was next.

Cassie kept her head up while Alisha was spanked beside her. The
paddle smacked Alisha's ass rapidly, each blow a loud reminder
that Cassie wasn't receiving those lovely taps. First, Alisha had
sneaked an orgasm in bed, and now she was getting spanked before
Cassie. 

"Shit, shit, shit," Alisha groaned. Instead of sympathy, Cassie
felt only jealousy. One rather loud smack sent Alisha lurching
forward. Cassie was shocked when Alisha put a hand on top of hers
for support. The spanking continued, but now, Alisha was
squeezing Cassie's hand. Her fingers tightened around Cassie's,
tighter and tighter as the spanking got faster. Cassie could feel
the intensity of the spanking through Alisha's grip. It was a
poor substitute for the real thing, but Cassie was taking what
she could get.

The spanking stopped. As if she were embarrassed, Alisha moved
her hand off Cassie's. Cassie felt a sense of loss, although she
couldn't really explain why. 

Kevin walked behind them. Cassie prayed she would be next. She
wanted it so badly. They hadn't been forbidden from speaking, but
somehow it didn't seem right to ask. She wanted the spanking to
be given against her will no matter how willing she was. 

The paddle touched her right cheek. A sob came out of her throat
out of sheer need. Before she could analyze her involuntary sob,
the paddle moved away. The air whistled almost in slow motion
before Cassie felt the paddle land hard on her left cheek.

It was a sting, warm and wonderful. Her butt cheek became a
sexual organ with a single tap. She became hyper-aware of
everything: the color of the water, the coolness of the breeze,
the harshness of the rail under her hand. She felt alive.

She had a second to savor it before another paddle blow landed on
her right cheek. Another second of pleasure later, the paddle
returned to the left side. Back and forth the paddle struck, and
the heat in her ass grew like the rising sun over the beach. It
wasn't quite pain she felt as much as it was an increasing
sensitivity that affected her whole body. Each tap on her ass
made her nipples harder, her eyes tear and her pussy get so very
wet. Kevin's paddle was dominating her entire body.

It stopped. Cassie almost protested, but no words came out. Kevin
walked away, but the sensations he had planted in her ass
remained. It was strange: Without the distraction of the
paddling, it was as though Cassie was just now starting to feel
the heat he had built. Her ass had stung during the spanking, but
now it just burned. The burn was fading, but oh, so very slowly.
Her lips moved in silent whimpers. She wished both that the pain
would go away and that the pain would never leave her.

Distantly, as if from a mile away, she heard Melinda get spanked.
She heard the girl's grunts and felt the rail shake as Melinda
clenched it, but it barely registered. Cassie was still savoring
her own experience, trying to recall the rhythm in which she had
been spanked and the way the texture of the paddle felt on her
ass. It had happened just a moment ago, but it already felt like
something that had happened too long ago.

"Everyone stand up and face me," Kevin said. 

Cassie stood up and groaned as new discomforts radiated from her
ass. The other girls were groaning as well. Danielle kept rubbing
her ass. Alisha was trying to look at hers, craning her neck to
see if she had been marked. Melinda just moved back and forth on
her feet, shifting her weight as if she could somehow work the
pain out of her ass. 

"Let's grab some breakfast," Kevin said. "I want to hit the beach
within the hour."

 To be continued.

If you enjoyed the story, please drop me a line at
shonrichards@yahoo.com





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