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WHISPERS OF PAIN
Part II
The most interesting times of our sexual escapades occurred when
Danielle and I engaged in some rather, shall I say, kinky or bizarre
activities where it seemed anything was permissible for either of us to
do to each other. Neither of us was consistently the aggressor. Each
of us was capable of drawing out long, often agonizing semi-tortures
upon the other, always leading to the highest levels of orgasm we would
know, sometimes simultaneously during one of our sessions, sometimes
just for the torturer, sometimes just for the victim.
We usually reserved our heaviest activity of this nature to one
night per week, primarily Friday or Saturday night, allowing at least
one full day's recovery from the sweet pain of our bodies. Danielle,
for her part, learned to wield a whip or a strap with such expertise
that she knew just how to drain every drop of sweat from me before I
succumbed to her manipulations of my body.
Learning from her, I would take a birch rod to her body and leave
her dripping, both literally and figuratively. She really loved to be
whipped, perhaps as much as I did. Completely wanton in her desire to
achieve a new orgasmic high, Danielle would sometimes beg to treated
more harshly than I thought was humanly possible.
Two weekends ago, Danielle stood in front of me as I sat on the
sofa. I was wearing a dark blue skirt miniskirt with a white, cotton
blouse. I left the top two buttons of the blouse undone, for "show".
She came out of the bedroom carrying a long, thin, cruel-looking, black
leather birch rod in her hand. I looked up at her, wide-eyed. She was
wearing a short, black leather skirt with a matching vest, opened at the
chest. She was bra-less. Half of her tits were hanging out.
"Laurie," she said, staring straight into my eyes, "what is the
punishment for little girls who have been bad?"
I smiled. "A real good whipping usually takes the badness out of
them." I felt a tingling in my loins. I wondered what I had done that
was "bad". I felt like a needed a good whipping to relieve a lot of
built-up tension.
Then, she turned the tables. It was she who had been bad. Really
bad. "I made it with Erica today. I cheated on you. I'm sorry."
Tears actually filled her eyes. She handed me the whip. "Make me pay
for it," she sobbed, lowering her head in shame.
She had never done this before--confessing and then asking to be
punished for it. I was jealous enough, however, to take out some of my
anger upon her beautiful body.
"Your punishment, dear Danielle, will be to describe what Erica
did to you in complete detail while I give you a good thrashing. You
know I am more angered by your involvement with another woman than I
would be if some puny man took advantage of you. Why did you do it?"
"She was photographing me in the nude and offering me drinks as
she went along. As time went by, the photos became more obscene. The
wine went to my head so quickly. Before I knew it, she had strapped a
dildo on. I hardly had time to stop her."
"But you eventually consented, of course. She didn't rape you,
did she?"
Danielle sniffled. "Yes. I mean, no. She didn't rape me. I, I
let her take me."
"Which of you little openings did she violate?" I asked, my voice
becoming more angered.
"Oh, please Laurie, I...I..."
"ANSWER ME!" I shouted.
"Both," she whispered with her head bent downward.
"Your ass and your pussy? With the dildo?" I asked incredulously.
Tiny beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead now.
"Yes," she half-sobbed.
I held the ominous-looking leather birch rod in my hands. She
stared at it fearfully, biting her lower lip. She knew when she had
chosen the rod that it was one of the more painful forms of punishment
available to her. The thin, unyielding leather was one of the crueler
devices, yet it was she who had chosen it.
"Turn around!" I ordered. The pretty strawberry blonde turned her
back to me as she faced the far wall, staring straight ahead. The soft,
dark leather of her skirt molded perfectly around her gorgeous ass.
"I am going to teach you a little lesson in humility, young lady.
When I'm finished with you, I think you will regret submitting to Erica
today. First, I am going to give your ass a good thrashing while you
tell me what she did to you. Take off your vest, then raise your skirt
over your hips." I watched the frightened blonde, my lover, who had
cheated on me today pull the vest over her shoulders, then let it fall
with a slight thud to the floor behind her. Her bare back looked
enticingly sexy. I thought that I must mark that up also.
"I'm scared," she said nervously.
"You should be," I replied. "Come on, let's get that skirt up nice
and high!"
Danielle's trembling hands moved to the hem of the leather skirt.
She knew better than to disobey me. Slowly, she eased the slithery
garment upward, revealing inch by inch her soft, white legs, now closed
tightly together. The leather was just thin enough to allow her expose
the backside of a pure white pair of silky undies. The view from behind
was already causing my juices to flow onto the crotch of my own panties.
Without saying a word, I leaned forward, reached my hands under the
raised skirt, located the elastic top of her silky whites, and quickly
drew the soft material downward, exposing the lower crack of Danielle's
ass, her split pumpkin. I whisked the panties all the way down her
legs. Obediently, she stepped out of them. She was naked now, save the
skirt which she continued to hold waist high.
"Stay like that," I ordered. "If your skirt falls down when I am
beating you, the whipping will get worse. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied with a slight sniffle.
"Did Erica eat your sweet little pussy before she defiled you with
the dildo?"
"Y-yes," cried Danielle. "I was afraid she would hurt me if I
didn't let her do it." Using her answer as the key to begin the
whipping, I arose from my seat, stood behind the standing girl, and with
a quick flick of the wrist, drove the taut whip sharply into Danielle's
alabaster buttocks.
"AHHHH!" shouted the pretty blonde, her knees buckling slightly
from the blow.
"Tell me what she did!"
I watched the area that I had just struck redden as she spoke.
"She pushed me on the bed and held me with her hands. I had no clothes
on. She sat over me, on top of my chest, and forced my legs apart. She
was already wearing the dildo. I was so scared."
"How long did it take her to eat you?"
"About 15 minutes. That's all. Oh, Laurie, I'm so sorry!"
"Did you come?"
There was a long, pregnant pause. Danielle's face grimaced, as if
in pain (or was she merely bracing herself for my next stroke?). "Y-
yes, I couldn't help it."
The next lash was even harder than the first, right across the
juncture where her upper thighs and lower ass met, a very tender spot
indeed. Danielle screamed out loud and literally jumped off the floor
as the thin leather bit into her. How she maintained her hold on up
upraised skirt I'll never know. She fell several steps forward. I
followed right behind her, holding the stiff rod with two hands.
"Bend over some, I want that skin across your ass to be nice and
tight, you little whore!" Still reaching behind her to keep her skirt
held up over her sweet buns, Danielle bent at the waist, poking her ass
invitingly outward. Her legs parted even more as she sought to maintain
her balance. The soft, blonde hairs of her pussy sprouted from the apex
of the "V" created by her legs.
"Then what happened?" I asked, staring at my lover's gorgeous ass.
"She, she turned around and faced me, her body between my legs.
I could feel the dildo touching me down there, right on my pussy. SHe
told me not to move, that she would do all the work. I felt it going
into me."
With her last words, I drove the leather rod in an upward
direction, slicing it across the fullness of her buttocks. She squealed
like a stuck pick. Little droplets of tears fell silently to the floor.
"Did she kiss you?"
"Y-yes," replied Danielle.
"Where? On your lips?"
"Yes," she mumbled.
THWACK!!! I gave her a short, quick stroke across her thighs.
"On your breasts?"
"Y-yes," she replied in a gasp of pain.
THWACK!!! Another stroke, on the right side of her naked buttock.
"She sucked your nipples?"
"Please, no more," begged the now sobbing blonde.
"I'll stop, if you really want, if you feel you've been punished
enough for what you did." It was her decision whether or not to go on.
She thought for a few seconds. "I haven't been punished enough,"
she half-whispered.
"SAY IT LOUDER!" I commanded.
"Punish me more, mistress!" she blurted loudly.
I had a feeling she wanted some more. "Then answer my question,
Danielle--did she suck your nipples?"
"Yes, for a long time. All the while she was taking me with the
dildo."
I watched her brace herself. Her body tightened just before I gave
her three quick strokes, in succession, beginning at the top and working
down her now well-striped derriere. Instead of crying out, however, she
was beginning to moan now between her elongated gasps for air. It was
sound I knew well. Her orgasm would not be far behind.
"How did she take your ass?"
"Do I have to tell you?" she cried, rubbing the palms of her hands
over her naked ass, trying to soothe the burning pain.
"Tell me! Move your hands away from your ass!"
She moved her hands to her hips. Her hips were swaying gently back
and forth. Her knees were just a bit wobbly. "She dragged me to an arm
chair. She made me kneel on it, facing the back of the chair."
"Did she grease you up first?" I asked.
There was a pause again. "Well, not exactly," she hesitatingly
replied.
"What do you mean 'Not exactly'?"
"She, well, you know, she used her mouth to lubricate me."
"You let her tongue your asshole?" I asked incredulously.
Danielle gulped. Her silence was an affirmative answer to my
question. Without hesitation, I began a long series of at least 10 or
12 sharp strokes all over her ass and thighs. As she fell forward from
the blows, I followed her, taking aim at the now criss-crossed ass and
wielding whip unmercifully. At about the sixth stroke, her moans turned
to long "WHOOOOO'S". It was the sound I was waiting for, the sign that
no matter how hard the next strokes would be, she had reached
fulfillment. The last six lashes were only for show, she had finally
reached her limit. Her body fell in a heap to the floor, shaking
spasmodically, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
I watched her half-naked body twitch for several minutes, as she
slowly came down from her high. I fell back onto the sofa, exhausted
myself. My panties were completely soaked. I felt like taking them
off, to air out my pulsating pussy. I would wait and let Danielle do
it for me. She arose slowly, almost painfully. Her brow was filled
with beads of sweat. Her skirt fell down beneath the 'V' of her legs.
She slinked down next to me, breasts heaving, and wrapped herself around
me.
"Thank you," she whispered into my ear.
My arms embraced her naked back, now warm with perspiration. "Was
I too hard on you?" I asked compassionately.
"Maybe," she replied.
"You deserved every bit of it," I said with a smile.
"I wouldn't let Erica do that to me, you fool. I love you too
much."
"What?" I gasped.
"I made it up. I wanted to see what you would do if I ever did let
her do something like that."
"Why you little stinker! And what lesson did you learn?"
Danielle laughed. "Mmmm. I learned that it she ever does do that
to me, that I better tell you, so you can beat the shit out of me again.
Just like you just did. Oh, did that ever feel good!"
She had fabricated the story, just to arouse my anger, to test my
level of jealousy. We fell along the sofa, side by side, still
embracing. I felt Danielle's knee insinuating between my legs, pushing
my skirt up in the process. I opened up slightly to accommodate her.
As her upper knee pressed into my cum-soaked panty crotch, I squeezed
my own legs against her invading leg, trapping it in place. I pressed
my groin into the hardness between my legs.
Entwined together, embracing each other, our kiss was long and
passionate, filled with wetness. Tongue to tongue, we kissed for an
eternity. Danielle pushed her knee harder into my sex, pressing against
my engorged clitoris. Locating a naked breast, I squeezed her melon
gently, flicking my thumb over her turgid nipple. She moaned softly
into my mouth, a deep, throaty moan.
"It's not fair," I said, breaking the kiss.
"What?" she asked.
"That all your tensions are relieved, and mine aren't." I smiled.
"I suppose I could take care of that," she whispered, gently
insinuating her right hand between her knee and my throbbing crotch.
Quickly, she located my clit beneath the thin material with her middle
finger and stroked it back and forth.
"Oh! That feels so good, Danielle!" I gasped, opening my legs even
wider to accommodate her.
"You're all wet down here!" she exclaimed.
"See what you do to me!"
"What would you like me to do to you?"
I looked into her deep blue eyes, far into her subconscious. Our
eyes met for an eternity. She licked her upper lip with the very tip
of her tongue. I wanted her more than ever. "Just what I did to you,"
I whispered sexily, not taking my eyes from hers, "only more."
Danielle smiled broadly. "I don't know if you could take it," she
said.
"I can take anything you can dish out. I want you to work me over
like never before, from head to toe. Front and back. Everywhere."
"Everywhere?" she exclaimed.
"Yes," I replied. "Will you do it for me, please?"
"I'm afraid of hurting you, Laurie."
"I want you to hurt me, Danielle. Don't you understand? I need
something only you can give me. I trust you. But you must promise me
something."
"What is it?" she asked.
"That you won't hold back. Even when I'm screaming for mercy.
That you won't finish my body is tingling all over, and I mean 'All
over'".
"What do you want me to use on you?"
"Whatever you think is appropriate for the part of the body you're
pulverizing. It's your choice. The paddle, the pussy whip, the birch
rod, the cat-o-nine tails, the zinger--anything your heart desires.
Just make it feel good, love." I was so hot, I could taste the lashes
already. "Go get all the whips."
Danielle pushed herself away from me. While I remain prone on the
sofa, she slipped into the bedroom and soon returned with an armful of
pain. I had purposely not adjusted my position. With my skirt three-
fourths of the way up my thighs, my lover had an unobstructed view of
the entire length of my panty-covered crotch. Her eyes zeroed in on me
there as she moved closer to me. She dropped the whips on a chair, then
stood over me, still staring between my spread legs.
"You are wanton," she said, gulping slightly.
I didn't reply.
I knew she wanted to dive between my legs and suck me off. Later.
Her leather vest was opened completely, exposing her beautiful breasts.
Her chest heaved. Her hands were on her hips, over the supple leather
skirt. Her eyes were full of fire. "Get up," she commanded.
I arose, moving my legs slowly enough to permit her a long, wide-
eyed view of my now steaming sex. She turned to the right and moved
closer to me. Her eyes surveyed my fully clothed body. "Do you want
to be tied up?" she asked.
"No," I softly replied, acting as complacent as possible.
"Are you sure? You're really going to be jumping around after I
get started on you."
"I'm sure," I said. I wanted the effect to be felt more fully this
way.