From: YLQU82A@prodigy.com (Michael Ruppel)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Laurie 3/??
Date: 11 Jun 1996 22:15:29 GMT

   LAURIE

   Chapter II

   THE PLAY ROOM

   I reached behind me and flicked on the light switch.  The fluorescent
ceiling lights quickly bathed the room in a brilliant glow, temporarily
blinding the both of us.  As Laurie's eyes became accustomed to the light,
they widened in disbelief.  Before her was a room like no other she had
even seen.

   Her eyes moved from side to side, taking in the various devices I had
gathered or had especially made for me over the years--the X-frame on the
wall, the horizontal bars next to it, the kneeling cushions, the round
center post, the doctor's examining table (its stirrups tauntingly
upright), the wall of whips, the ceiling pulley and chains.

   "What do you think?" I asked, still gripping her right nipple with my
fingers as I placed my left hand on her shoulder.

   "I...I've never seen anything like it!  I'm scared."

   "I want you to be a little scared, Laurie.  It will heighten your
senses. But my promise remains--I will not mark you or hurt you beyond your
level of endurance.  Trust me.  Come here." I released my grip on her
nipple and took her hand once more, then walked her to the wooden center
post, eyeing the ominous-looking straps hanging from it.

   "Turn around, Laurie, put your back against the post." She turned.  I
savored once more the beauty of her lithe, naked breasts, the first target
of my endeavors this evening.  I reached to the side of the post and drew a
three inch wide leather strap around her waist, then buckled it on the
other side, pulling her back and ass tightly against the hard wood.

   "Just so you don't jump around too much when I work you over a little.
First I am going to have some fun with those gorgeous tits of yours, then I
am going to give you a complete examination over there on the examining
table.  I think you'll enjoy that!  Don't go away." I walked behind her to
the wall of whips and retrieved a long, thin riding crop with a slightly
more thick triangular tip, ideal for stinging sensitive nipples, and a
pussy whip.  I had found the pussy whip, with its six eight-inch leather
thongs, tightly braided for added pain, to be perfect for use on breasts as
well as pussies.

   Holding the crop and whip in my hands, I moved to the front of Laurie
once more.  Her eyes widened when she saw the devices in my hands.  I
smiled, sensing the fear in her eyes.  I put the handle of the pussy whip
into the waist band of my skirt, letting the dark brown tentacles hang
ominously over the waist band, in plain sight.

   "We are going to play a little game, Laurie.  A little test of your
threshold of pain.  The better you are at playing the game, the less pain
you receive.  If you don't do well, of course, you....  ah....you lose. 
You won't like what happens when you lose.  Clasp your hands behind your
head."

   The frightened girl moved her hands in back of her head, clasping them.
I made her hold her elbows well back, making her more than ample breasts
jut out smartly....invitingly.  I moved closer to her.  "All right, Laurie,
we are ready to begin.  I am going to use the riding crop on your tits, but
only the tip of it.  If you cry out in pain, you get one swat with the full
length of the crop somewhere on your body.  I am going to give you six
licks, three on each nipple.  Are you ready?"

   She nodded her head affirmatively, her eyes meeting mine once more in a
plea for mercy.  I maintained my steel composure and bade her to close her
eyes.  I didn't want her knowing when then licks would come.  She kept her
head held high, her elbows well back.  Holding the crop in my right hand,
the tip about six inches above her left breast, I moved the palm of my left
hand over the defenseless nubbin, feeling the hardened flesh dig into my
hand.  Laurie moaned at the touch, surprised that the first sensation she
was feeling there was one of pleasure, not the pain she had been bracing
herself for.

   "My what big nipples we have for a rather tiny girl!" I exclaimed in a
mild-mannered, almost soothing voice, belying my true intent.  She moaned
again as I brought the tips of my fingers to her right nipple, leaving the
left one unprotected, where, unbeknownst to her, the riding crop loomed
ominously above.

   She moaned and "Ahh'd" for several moments as my fingers played a
symphony on right nipple, exciting it to the maximum of its sensitivity. 
Just as I lulled her into a state of tranquility, without warning I flicked
the tip of the riding crop smartly just above her left nipple, cracking the
hardness of the leather against the softness of the delicate tissues.

   "OH!  AHHHH!" she cried out, more out of being startled than suffering
pain, her eyes opening wide, as if in amazement.

   "My-oh-my," I said in a tone of admonishment, "we've lost on the very
first round.  That wasn't exactly the kind of silence I had hoped for.  I
believe that calls for a penalty shot!"

   "NO!" she cried again as she watched me raise the length of the crop and
bring it down with an even louder crack across the front of her thighs,
causing her to scream out once more, this time more from pain.

   "You'll have to do better than that, young lady, or you'll end up with
twelve nasty strokes instead of six."

   "My nipples are so sensitive...." she began to say in a whimpering,
half-pleading voice.

   "Then you'll have to bear up all the more," I interrupted.  "Close your
eyes again.  If you peek, I'll have to blindfold you."

   Shifting my body just slightly to the left, to better my position for
the next blow, I cupped the front of her right breast gently in the cradle
of my fingers, lifting the gland and its unprotected, coral-colored, turgid
nipple upward, where it became a perfect, albeit unwanted target of my
stinging crop.

   Laurie's mouth was slightly agape; her brow was furrowed in fear.  Beads
of sweat glistened on her forehead.  Her breathing was heavier than before.
I let her wait, agonizingly, knowing the crop was inches away.  To her
surprise, I eased the thick tip of the crop over the soon to be swollen
nubbin and played with the pliant tissue, moving the nipple back and forth
with the triangular tip, teasing it back to excitement.  Then, in a sudden,
unexpected movement, I raised the thick piece of leather up and smashed it
firmly right over the top of the sensitive tissue.

   This time she was prepared.  Despite the maddening sting, Laurie merely
drew in her breath, sharply, and bit her lower lip, as her head cocked back
and to the side.  "Very good," I whispered in a complimentary fashion. 
"Not even a peep."

   "It still hurts like crazy," she cried, dutifully keeping her hands
clasped behind her head.

   I looked down at her pretty patch of blonde pubic curls, beneath which,
across the top of each thigh, was a telltale reddened stripe, the burning
result of my first, and so far only "penalty shot." The leather belt around
her waist held her firmly in place.  Her legs were slightly parted, her
cuntal hairs peeking prominently from between her legs.  For a brief
second, the thought struck me that it woyld be nice to kneel down and
service her pretty pussy with my tongue, but there would be plenty of time
for that later.

   "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, quite sincerely.

   She opened her eyes and looked right into mine, her lips breaking into
the tiniest of smiles.  "No," she said.  "I think I can take whatever you
give me."

   "I think you could," I whispered, flicking the thick tip of the crop
once more with a resounding crack across the front of right breast,
catching the waiting nipple before it had time to fully recover from the
first blow.

   "HRRRMPH!" was the only sound my little made, followed by a short burst
of breath through her nostrils.  Her ability to withstand what must have
been very painful to her amazed me.

   I delivered the fourth, fifth and sixth strokes with a good deal of
sharpness, alternating between her swollen nipples.  Even the final stroke,
which I purposely made the hardest, evoked only a series of deep, throaty
moans, and deep gasps for breath, but she remained steadfast in her
determination not to cry out.

   "Do you want to scream out when it hurts, Laurie?"

   "If you want me to," she replied, trying to catch her breath.

   I laughed.  "No.  Actually, I always gag the screamers.  I prefer to be
able to talk with you while I put you through your paces.  Come on, I want
to check you out real good." I undid the belt around her waist and led
Laurie over to the examination table.

   Without being asked, she quickly mounted the leather-covered table and
stretched out on her back.  "Do you want my feet in those things?" she
asked.

   "That's what they're there for," I replied.

   She smiled, seeming only too happy to lift her feet into position,
having to slide her ass forward slightly on the table to accommodate the
metal stirrups.  I moved to her side and drew another belt over her waist,
tightening it fully, then moved to the head of the table and pulled her
arms down to a point where I was able to affix leather cuffs to each wrist.

   "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you really want me to be restrained."

   "Don't want you jumping off the table," I said, feasting my eyes on the
length of her body and her svelte nakedness.  Her spread legs, even from my
vantage point behind her head, seemed particularly inviting.

   I moved along the length of her naked body toward the foot of the
examining table, stopping at her right leg only long enough to draw a cuff
around her ankle and pull the attached chain tight enough to make movement
of the foot all but impossible.  Without even gazing at the treasures
between her wide-opened legs, I did the same with her left ankle.

   Behind me was the flood lamp, still unlit, which rose well above my
head. Turning to face it, my back to the spread-eagled blonde, I pulled it
to me on its wheels, then flicked the switch to turn it on, bathing
Laurie's body from head to toe in bright, white light.  When I turned at
last to feast my eyes between her legs, I saw her eyes squinting against
the brightness of the lamp.  Rather than fool with the dazzling light, she
closed her eyes just as I drew my sights on her splayed pussy.

   I had seen many naked women in my life, but I don't recall ever seeing
as beautiful a vision as Laurie's completely exposed sex.  The beautiful
golden, honey-dewed curls seemed to have been painted there on either side
of her labia which gaped open like a pretty pink rose, the petals
invitingly parted, the center glistening with moisture.  At the top of her
opened crack was her protruding clitoral nubbin, prominent, just waiting to
be tongued or, should I desire, even cruelly whipped.

   "I feel like I'm at the doctor's office," she said, her eyes still
closed by the strong light which shined down over the back of my head.

   "I may not be a doctor, Laurie, but I am going to give you an
examination like you've never had.  My, what a beautiful pussy you have! 
Let's have a really good look at it!" I leaned forward and placed my thumbs
at the inner edge of her outer labia, her pink gash already visible between
the delicate folds.  A slight pressure of my thumbs was all that was needed
to expose the entire pink, wet area surrounding her now wide-open vaginal
entrance.

   "OH!" she exclaimed, realizing I had just completely bared her most
private part.

   I studied the beautiful scene before me as if I were viewing, for the
first time, a gorgeous work of art, which indeed it was.  I could see part
way into the juice-filled vagina, where several tiny masses of
pinkish-white, slightly rounded tissue seemed to come together in a tightly
knit circle.  I moved the tips of my thumbs closer to the edge of the
splayed sex and drew the vaginal door even wider, causing the rounded
tissues to part.

   "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding a little concerned.

   I smiled.  "Relax.  It's all part of the examination.  I'm studying your
hole.  I can see all the way inside it, Laurie.  It's so beautiful."

   "I've never felt so exposed before.  AHHH!  What's that?"

   "Shhh!" I said, moving my index finger into the pink opening.  "It's
just my finger.  Don't say a word.  Just let me explore a little bit." As
she lay there, naked, obscenely exposed, breathing more heavily with each
moment, I probed her warm, moist opening to my heart's content.  Somewhere
amongst her moans and sighs I slid my middle finger alongside my index
finger and continued the exploration.

   Her vaginal muscles were extremely tight.  Sometimes, she contracted
them against my invading digits, as if she were attempting to squeeze more
of me into her.  "AHH!  That's nice!" she exclaimed, letting out a long
breath to punctuate her arousal.  Her hips began to undulate slightly,
despite the restraint of the belt around her waist.  She drew her breath in
sharply and loudly as I plunged my fingers to the depths.  The womanly
odors emanating from the region served to intoxicate me, leaving me almost
breathless.

   Soon I began to piston my fingers in and out of her hot hole, listening
to the sweet slurping of the vaginal excretions inside her, while her moans
and groans filled the air.  "YES!  I want to come!  Please let me come!"
she begged as my two fingers electrified her.

   "If you come, I have to punish you, Laurie," I explained, as if it were
a natural fact, without ceasing my finger-fucking.

   "I know," she sighed.  "I don't care.  Just do me.  OH!  That feels so
good!  Yessssss!  Yessssssss!"

   I leaned over more, so my face was flush with her splayed legs and twat.
There was a lake inside her now which oozed out of her opening and into the
lower crack of her ass.  I pursed my lips and drew them over her burgeoning
clitoris, then flicked at the nubbin several times with the tip of my
tongue.  My lips had not surrounded her clit for more than 30 seconds when
she screamed out, as if in pain, then came in torrent after torrent.  The
loud "AHHHH!" which escaped her mouth seemed to last for almost a minute as
her entire body spasmed and her vaginal muscles alternately squeezed and
released their grip on the fingers inside her.  When the long "AHHHH!"
ceased, she began gasping for breath.  I had never seen a woman have a more
intense orgasm.  It was almost scary.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes, I'm fine." She let out a gushing breath.  "Very fine." Another
breath.  She swallowed, but her mouth was almost dry.  She sighed.  "Don't
take your fingers out yet.  Let me come down slowly."

   I left my two digits inside her, unmoving, for several moments, as I
watched her continue to slide down from her erotic high.  Once or twice she
bit her lower lip as she tightened her vaginal grip on me, as if to savor
the feeling to the very end.  Finally, when she seemed to have regained a
semblance of normalcy, I withdrew from her.  My fingers, coated with her
juices, glistened in the light of the overhead flood lamp.  I brought them
to my nose and basked in their sweet, cuntal smell.

   I looked into her slowly opening eyes and whispered, "Do you always have
such intense orgasms?" I brushed some hairs away from her engorged clitoris
with the tips of my fingers.

   "OH!  I'm so sensitive there after I come!" she exclaimed, referring to
my fingers near her love button.

   "Answer my question, Laurie."

   MICHAEL RUPPEL YLQU82A@prodigy.com 
