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Subject: BETH'S INTRODUCTION INTO SUBMISSIVENESS PART 2/2
Date: 20 Jul 1996 17:56:35 GMT
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Her orgasm was unmistakable. Her entire body spasmed, her wide-
spread legs quivered uncontrollably, and her hips undulated up and down
on top of the soft arm of the sofa as wave after wave of agony and joy
coursed through her ravaged body.
It took her the best part of ten minutes to come down from her
pain-induced high. She remained almost motionless throughout the
orgasm, save for an occasional "twitch" of her thighs or abdomen as the
after-shocks diminished in intensity. The sofa would remain stained
forever with her copiously flowing cuntal juices, and there would be
times later when I would have her return to this position and make her
add more of her excretions to the stain. Neither of us ever mentioned
the obvious damage to the sofa, but I didn't mind, and just the sight
of
it would conjure up such sweet memories that I accepted it as a hazard
of our life style.
I sat on the sofa, next to her, as she slowly returned to
normalcy.
She looked up at me, smiled coyly, then slithered her nakedness into my
arms, nestling her head in the crook of my neck. I kissed the hair
atop
her head as she curled into a fetal-like position, my hand resting
lazily on her hip. "Well, what do you think?" I whispered.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever
had. I thought it would never stop. My buns are still tingling. Do
you have any idea how much that damn birch rod hurts, Mr. Henderson?"
"I can only imagine. But why did you keep asking me to do it
harder if it hurt so much."
She brought her hand to my cheek, lovingly caressing it with her
fingertips. "Because it hurt so good," she replied. "Such pleasure in
pain, it's unbelievable, David."
I ran my hand from hip to her back, which still glistened from her
perspiration, and scratched it gently. She purred like a kitten with
each soft touch. "The strange thing is that I enjoyed doing it to you
as much as you liked having it done."
"But you didn't come, and I did."
"I'm saving it," I whispered with a broad smile she couldn't see,
but felt. Boldly, she ran her hand between our clasped bodies and
found
the semi-erect tool well ensconced in my pants. She squeezed it
playfully. "I want it so bad, David." Her words were enough to make
the organ stir. "Can I suck it--please?" she begged.
Who was I to say "no" to having my cock sucked? I didn't have to
reply. She lifted herself off of me far enough to get at the belt of
my
pants, then deftly undid it (with one hand, no less) and drew the
zipper
down. I lifted my hips from the sofa and allowed her to pull the pants
all the way off, then followed by my underpants. My cock, now growing,
sprang free. I watched the top of Beth's head slide down my body until
it came to rest upon my thighs, where she had a bird's eye view of my
almost tumescent member.
"I like it when it gets hard in my mouth," she whispered softly as
she grasped the shaft and drew it to the "O" of her parted lips. I
closed my eyes as she blithely took me in her mouth, coating me with
copious amounts of her saliva and licking the glans before beginning a
gentle sucking action that drew her cheeks inward. Almost instantly I
became rock hard as she moved her head and back and forth, taking me
deeper inside her warmth until I felt the cockhead ram the back of her
throat. She breathed through her nostrils, took a gulp, then took me
in
all the way, deep-throating me as her lips chewed at the base of my
shaft, mingling with my pubic hair.
"Mmm, I like that," I said huskily.
Beth garbled something unintelligible over my well-sheathed
member,
then sucked me some more. She brought her fingernails into play soon
thereafter, lightly scraping my testicles with one purpose in mind--to
give me the feeling that her only desire was to make me come inside her
mouth. I knew she would never take her lips from my cock until I had
spilled my seed deep into her throat. I began bucking my hips in tune
with her rising and falling head, which she shook from side to side
every once in a while just to alter the exquisite feelings she was
providing. I held my hand on top of head, though it needed no
guidance,
and opened my eyes to watch my sword move back and forth between her
rose-petal soft lips.
I felt the first wave of my orgasm at the base of my cock, pushed
her head all the way down on me, then let my seed blast forth like
cannon fodder, emptying myself in her throat. She swallowed every
drop,
gulping down the cascading sperm like candy, never lifting her head
until she was sure I had no more to give her. Then, and only then, did
she take her lips away, looking up at me with her puppy-dog eyes,
smiling sheepishly, like the fox who had just stole the hen house.
She licked her lips, as if searching for more jism. "Feel
better?"
she smiled.
"You're insatiable," I said. "Is there anything you won't do for
this tired old man?"
Beth laughed. "Yes. I won't let you get away. I could never get
tired of sucking your cock, or letting you fuck me, or having you whip
me. Whatever you want, David, it's yours for the taking. You don't
even have to ask."
She moved up my body and curled up again, her ribs resting on my
genital area. I cupped her breast, gently, and we slept like that till
morning. When I awoke the first light of day had already broken
through
the venetian blinds, filtering its shadows on the carpet in front of
me.
Beth was nowhere to be seen. I listened, then heard the sound of
running water in the kitchen. I stood up, suddenly aware that I was
naked save for my shirt, and strolled toward the area of the noise.
Beth was standing in front of the sink, already having donned one
of my tee-shirts which failed to completely cover her naked posterior.
The thin crack of her ass looked inviting and sexy below the bottom of
the shirt. She turned, sensing my presence. The scene was almost
comic--she immediately caught sight of my flaccid cock and I stared
straight at the light-brown hairs which adorned her lower abdomen.
She shrieked, as if scared, and reflexively pulled the bottom of the
tee-shirt over the pussy hairs, an act which only served to stretch the
top of the shirt over her breasts, highlighting her seemingly always
erect nipples.
Her face was flushed. "Oh, you scared me!" she said breathlessly,
still staring unabashedly at my hanging cock and balls. In the same
reflexive gesture, I covered myself up with my hand, though for the
life
of me, I don't know why. What did I have to hide from her, she had
only
a few hours ago sucked the damn thing dry?
"What are you doing, babes?"
"I was just making some coffee," she said, obviously recovering
from her sudden scare. "Do you always walk around the house half-
naked?"
I smiled. "Only when someone else is similarly situated."
She looked down at the tee-shirt and realized the absurdity of her
remark. "Oh, David, get your ass over here."
I walked to her and she casually threw her arms around me. We
embraced, our bodies slowly moving closer and closer together. Her
nipples felt like hard pebbles against my chest. My cock, still
unstirring, pressed against her upper thigh; her pubic hairs, soft and
warm, nestled against my thigh. My arms went under the back of the
tee-
shirt. We kissed, briefly at first, before she politely broke the
kiss,
and said, with a perfectly serious look on her face, "Mmm, I didn't
recognize you at first without a hard-on."
I laughed. "It's at parade rest."
"Ready to be called to attention at a moment's notice, I presume,"
she smiled, pressing her thigh suggestively into the softness of my
manhood.
"We haven't even had a cup of coffee and you're trying to get me
going again," I protested, but only half-heartedly.
She giggled. "So you need a cup of coffee to get you going, huh?"
"I just have to look at your sexy little body and I'm half-way
there," I whispered, bring my face toward hers with lips at the ready.
She accepted the offer, kissing me with more passion this time,
grinding
her lips slowly against mine and insinuating her tongue into the
juncture to punctuate her ardor. My cock stirred immediately against
her leg and she smiled through the kiss as soon as she felt its growing
hardness. I jammed my tongue into her mouth and her fingernails raked
across my back, digging deeply into the skin.
This time I broke the kiss. "Horny little thing, aren't you?" I
smiled. Her face spoke of her lust. She swallowed some of the juices
I
had deposited in her mouth. I reached for the bottom of the tee-shirt
and whisked it over it head in one smooth motion. In that one, quick
instant she was naked as a jaybird, slightly red-faced, mouth agape,
staring into my eyes with a fiery passion. She reached down between us
and grasped my now fully erect manhood.
"I dreamed of this big monster last night," she husked, slowly
moving her hand up and down the shaft, milking it.
"A nightmare, huh?"
She took a deep breath. "Oh, David, even in my dreams you fucked
the hell out of me! I can't get away from you." Quickly, she undid my
shirt buttons, her hands shaking slightly, before pulling it off. The
both of us stood naked, in the middle of my kitchen, looking at each
other's bodies for what seemed like a long time before we embraced
again. I was not embarrassed at all by my telltale erection.
"Now I'm ready for my coffee," I said, holding onto Beth tightly
without kissing her.
"Excuse me?"
"I always have a cup of coffee in the morning before engaging in
sexual pursuits," I said with a broad smile.
"Your serious?" she asked, feeling my stiff manhood pressing
against the sweet softness of her abdomen, her pubic hairs now mingling
with my testicles.
"Would you mind? It will really wake me up."
She pouted. "You do mean it, you monster. You're ready and I'm
ready," she said, punctuating her remark by pressing her abdomen firmly
against my hardness, "and you want a damn cup of coffee!"
She really did seem upset, but she had to learn that it was I who
was in complete control of the situation--at all times. Yes, she had
her needs, and I would fulfill them better than they had even been
fulfilled, but it would be on my terms, in my way. I broke the
embrace,
strolled to the table, and sat down, my skyward-pointing cockhead
brushing against the table cloth. Beth looked at, almost dumbfounded,
a
rather exasperated look on her flushed face.
"With cream and sugar," I said with wry half-smile.
She looked so damn sexy in her nakedness, her skin white and
smooth, her girlish but firm breasts capped by her ever-hard thick, oh-
so-suckable nipples; her curly-haired bush, neatly cropped, elegantly
adorning her lower abdomen; her sleek, supple legs slightly parted; her
hands at her sides, twidgeting nervously. She stared at me for a
moment, her child-like, dark-brown, puppy-dog eyes, her most expressive
feature, showing a mixture of anger, which she was trying hard to keep
repressed, and innate submissiveness, which was written all over her
face.
Without a word, she turned and continued filling the coffee pot, a
job she had only begun before I interrupted her. There was a thin
veneer of perspiration just above her delectable buttocks, on her lower
back. For the next ten minutes, I watched her move about the kitchen,
naked and lovely, acting just a little huffy, not trying to hide the
fact that she felt miffed about being rebuffed. When she placed the
cup
of coffee on the table in front of me, she refused to look at me. This
wasn't the sort of submissiveness I expected of her.
"Beth, go to the living room and bring me back the leather belt
from my pants."
From the tone of my voice and the nature of my instructions, my
intentions were obvious. She cast an at once understanding glance in my
direction, then turned on her heels and disappeared out the door, her
ass cheeks bobbing slightly as she walked. When she returned,
nervously
holding the belt, folded, in her hands, her visage was entirely
different. Gone from her eyes and face was that look of defiance. It
was replaced by that now familiar aspect of total submission. Her face
was completely flushed as she demurely handed me the device she already
knew to have a special, intended purpose. I nonchalantly took my
fourth
sip of my morning coffee, so thoughtfully prepared by this stark-naked,
beautiful woman who, in one wild weekend, had discovered her being
while
showing me mine.
I placed the belt on the table, where she could see it, and took
another sip of coffee. I placed the cup in the saucer, then looked at
Beth. "In this house, I am in charge." My voice was firm. She sensed
the seriousness of the situation. No, this wasn't a game, this was our
reality.
Nervously, she bit her lower lip. "Yes," she said softly,
lowering
her head and closing her eyes.
"Sexual pleasures, when I permit you to have them, will be at my
whim, on my terms, when you are deserving, and only then. Do you
understand?"
She gulped, then nodded softly in affirmation. Her hands were
back
at her side, twidgeting once more.
"Turn around," I ordered.
Casting a furtive but telling glance in my direction, she quickly
spun on her heels turned her back to me. I wanted to bend over and
kiss
her gorgeous ass cheeks, so round and smooth and perfect, but she had
to
be punished. The defiance that she had exhibited had to be taken from
her from this point forward.
"Bend over and grasp your ankles with hands," I commanded, then
watched her perform the act which forced her to spread her feet well
apart in order to maintain balance. Not only was her behind presented
perfectly by her awkward position, the entire length of her hairy
crotch, the labia parted like rose petals to show her pink gash, was on
display in all its glory. To cap it off, her tiny, pinkish-brown,
crinkled anus was well exposed between her opened ass cheeks. The
sight
kept my erection at its fullest.
I made her stay like that, the blood rushing to her lowered head,
while I blithely finished my cup of coffee, then turned in my seat
until
I was directly behind her, my cockhead pointing upward about three feet
behind her widely spread legs. I could have taken her then and there,
anally or vaginally, and my statement would have been made, but I knew
the lesson would only be learned, the correction properly made, by the
application of corporal punishment, which she truly desired at this
moment even more than penetration of one of her body openings.
The pungent, thick womanly smell emanating from between her legs,
and the tell-tale moistness surrounding her vaginal entrance was ample
evidence that just the anticipation of punishment was enough to get her
going. I slid the chair forward slightly, scraping it on the linoleum
floor, to gain a more advantageous position over my submissive lover,
and her body shuddered slightly with the knowledge that the time of
reckoning was near.
I doubled the inch-wide belt in my hand, its metal clasp digging
into my palm, and said "Don't move. Hold your ankles tight," before
raising the instrument of punishment and delivering it soundly, from
directly above her naked ass, with a loud resounding crack as the
leather bit into the creamy-white flesh.
"AHHHHH!" she cried, feeling the first blush of searing pain upon
her right buttock. Her body lurched forward ever so slightly, but she
maintained her balance. I let her wait a moment for the next blow, her
buttocks twitching slightly in anticipation, not wanting her to know
when or where to expect it. Finally, I let her have another one, this
one a bit more sharp than the first, on the same cheek, but a bit more
toward her right hip, with the cruel belt swung in such a fashion as to
come more from the side than the top.
She gasped loudly in pain, the shock of receiving a lash where she
wasn't expecting it, inhaled deeply, then let out with an almost
blaring, pain-admitting "OHHH!"
I waited again, letting the pain simmer slightly, before
delivering
the third stroke, which, like the first, was brought directly down from
above her buttocks, this time on the left side, with about the same
intensity as the second one. I had made Beth assume the ankle-grasping
position with a specific purpose in mind--to stretch her skin tightly
across her ass and thereby increase the severity of the pain. My
method worked to perfection; I watched the taut cheeks ripple only
slightly as her "AHHH'S" and "OHHH'S" became longer and louder, her
breathing more ragged, and lovely ass cheeks more and more
reddened from the onslaught.
Over the next ten or fifteen minutes, I delivered at least ten or
twelve more hard lashes to her beleaguered behind, ignoring her pleas
for mercy, which she meant for effect only, and Beth accepted them all
with a growing understanding that I would tolerate no more of her
insolence, that any misbehavior on her part would meet with punishment
accordingly. The juices streaking down the insides of her thighs,
something I had not seen her do heretofore, flowing copiously from her
vagina, were the best evidence that the extreme pain she was graciously
accepting was as much of a turn-on for her as it was for me.
I placed the belt back on the table, then slid the chair forward
again, until my legs were between hers with my sword ready to be
sheathed directly beneath her gaping vagina. I placed my hands on her
hips, now coated with sweat, and gently pushed them downward. Without
a
word, Beth raised herself up slightly, her body still bent forward
and her well-reddened ass, lightly streaked ass brushing against my
lower chest, and lowered herself onto my erection. My cock slammed
into
her hot, steaming cunt with one quick jolt, to the hilt, as her ass
crushed against my abdomen.
The act was the quickest fuck I can ever remember. I came almost
as soon as my cockhead bumped against her cervix, and I spurted forth
so
much pent-up cum that I thought it would never stop gushing. To my
surprise, Beth came too, her cries of pleasure almost as vocal as her
earlier shrieks of pain.
It wasn't over quite yet, however. After coming down from her
high, Beth raised herself off of my still erect manhood and turned to
face me. Keeping her legs wide open, she moved forward until her
crotch
was above my cock again, then lowered her pussy until we were sheathed
again. Her pubic hairs mingled with mine; the cheeks of well-warmed
ass
rested atop my thighs. We embraced once more, her unbelievably hard
nipples digging into my chest.
She cocked her head sexily, a contagious smile broadening across
her face. "Wow," she whispered into my ear, "I guess I'll be a good
girl from now on."
Her pussy was as hot as I'd ever felt it, and as wet as a lake.
"I
guess you will," I said, returning her smile.
She moved her head back so she could see me eyes. "You didn't
hold
back," she said, an obvious reference to the force of the whipping I
had
just delivered.
"No, I didn't. Did you want me to?"
She smiled again, the answer to my question readily apparent in
her
eyes. She was pensive for a moment, then said, "You could have whipped
the insides of my thighs... or even between my legs. That would have
really taught me a lesson!"
I looked at her in disbelief. This was more than a suggestion
that
her submission was showing no limits, it was an open invitation for
more
extreme punishments. "There will be other times," I said.
"When you won't hold back." Her eyes spoke of her seriousness, of
her complete submissiveness.
"No, I promise--I won't hold back."
"Good," she smiled, pressing her crotch harder against me,
planting
my shaft even deeper inside her, brushing against her cervix once more.
"Now then, would you like another cup of coffee?"