The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “That’s fine,” she said, hiding the disappointment from her voice. “I just need to cool down a little before I can…before I can go home.”

  “I’ll bring you a cold pack for your bottom,” he said, getting her to her feet.

  “I should have brought my vibrator,” she said regretfully. “I’m so horny.”

  “I can leave you alone if you’d like to get yourself off,” he offered.

  “You wouldn’t leave a lady alone, would you?” she asked, leaning back against the spanking bench, but only resting her thigh against it. Her bottom was too sensitive for any pressure.

  “Not if you don’t want me to.”

  Staring into her brilliant blue eyes, Rhette slipped her fingers into her thong, sliding them over the little triangular patch of hair before curling them up into her pussy. Nick didn’t seem the least upset or offended that a woman was masturbating next to him. He did take a step back and watched her but didn’t do anything else.

  Rhette put her other hand into her bra and pinched a nipple. Her pussy was awash with her desire, her clit faintly thrumming with need. It only took a few busy strokes of her hand before her entire body trembled and she threatened to fall down again. The orgasm she had wasn’t extremely powerful, but considering that her only foreplay was a leather strap to her ass ten times and then fifteen seconds of jilling, there was no reason she would have a powerful climax.

  As it was Nick still needed to catch her before she fell. “Was that okay?” she asked, suddenly embarrassed because of her behavior.

  “That was fine. Most of my clients get themselves off when I’m done.”

  “Oh.”

  “How about that cold pack now?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please.”

  Chapter Two

  The next day while she was in the classroom, Rhette found she wasn’t able to sit down on the stool she had in front of the whiteboard. A few of her students commented on her slow, unsteady steps, but she made up a convincing lie of slipping on the slippery steps to her house and landing ungracefully on her ass. The entire class giggled politely. She liked her students. Community college meant they were adults and she didn’t have to reprimand their every unconscious slip of the tongue but she still demanded respect in the classroom.

  If only they knew the truth of why she couldn’t walk correctly.

  The thought was embarrassing, but it also made her pussy wet. Rhette had trouble getting through the day. The office space she had was shared with two other instructors so she couldn’t take care of her problem there. She was reduced to using the private, single occupant faculty bathroom where she could safely lock the room and jill herself off to release the tension that had been building during the day.

  After getting herself off, she inspected, as best she could, her ass. The redness had faded, which was only natural. The bruising wasn’t as bad as she had expected, but it hurt like hell. If she was a bolder woman, she would have taken pictures of her butt and posted them on the internet.

  Rhette wasn’t that sort of woman.

  But she wanted to be.

  Her office hour was the worst. Usually she had a few students come in asking questions and wanting help on the latest assignment. Today, however, it was Austin who stopped by to see her. The boy was handsome, but was also as dumb as a bag of broken hammers. She had carefully explained to him over and over the basic mathematical processes they were supposed to be learning and had suggested the tutoring center as well. But even so, she couldn’t determine if he was just renting empty space behind his eyeballs, or was willfully stupid.

  “Do you dye your hair?” he unexpectedly asked her.

  “What?” She was taken aback by the question and shifted uncomfortably in her padded chair. By now she was used to most of the off-topic questions her students called out, but somehow Austin managed to make her stumble.

  “It’s very pretty and looks so natural, but don’t most redheads go gray when they get old, like thirty or so?”

  She didn’t know how to unpack all that his question implied. Apparently in his eyes, she was already old. “It’s natural,” she said curtly. “I couldn’t justify the expense of dying it all the time.”

  “Oh. Then you look a lot younger than you actually are,” he said with a smug grin.

  He was maybe twenty and wouldn’t make it to twenty-one if he kept saying those things to women. Some girl he was dating would kill him as a favor to the gene pool.

  “I can give you five more minutes of my time, Austin. Then I have an appointment. You’ll have to go to the tutoring center.”

  After the five minutes, she made him leave. Jonathan, the other instructor in the office space popped up over the divider between their desks.

  “You shouldn’t let him speak to you like that,” the older man said.

  “He’s so clueless he doesn’t know what he’s saying,” she replied, dismissing Jonathan’s concern and Austin’s mental abilities

  The only thing to do then was to leave office and jill off in the bathroom. Again. And she didn’t even find Austin all that attractive. He was young and dumb, but he probably had a big cock that would make her hurt when he fucked her.

  “I’m glad you came back,” Nick said as she shimmied out of her pants and took off her top without a second thought. The workshop was the same and she liked the feel of the non-skid floor under her feet.

  “You must get a lot of repeat customers,” Rhette said as she approached the spanking bench.

  “Some. A lot just want to try it out once. A lot find someone else—usually a romantic partner—they want to spank them. They just needed me to help them decide they needed to move forward on that relationship.”

  Rhette nodded and leaned over the bench, grabbing the handles. She had moved on from a thong to a G-string and even wearing the tiny bit of lingerie under her pants it seemed like a lot. She considered removing it entirely for when Nick applied the whip to her ass, but she liked the decoration it gave her. It seemed sexier to have on something rather than nothing.

  “That makes sense.” She chuckled ruefully. “And I don’t have a romantic partner at the moment.”

  Nick didn’t comment on her romantic status. “Did you bruise?”

  “Yes, I had a few, but they weren’t terrible.”

  “They’ve healed nicely. Do you like the bruising? Some women like to show them off.”

  “I don’t care about the bruises. I just like the…like the…”

  “You like the thrill of the pain.”

  She nodded and noticed that Nick had placed a mirror on the far wall where she could see herself. Rhette looked away, focusing on the tools on the wall.

  “I do,” she said. “Does it upset you that I know I’m going to jill off when you’re done with me?”

  Nick laughed. “No. Not at all. I consider it a compliment.”

  She considered asking him about his romantic partner, if any, but she didn’t want to get involved in a discussion of his sexuality. She wasn’t there for him, but for her. Instead, she asked, “What are you going to do to me today?” It was important not to discuss too much of her personal life.

  “What do you want me to do to you today? We started out with the easier strap. I can suggest something with more impact that will definitely cause bruising if we apply some hot towels right after, or something thin and hard that will leave stripes, if that’s something you’d like.”

  “Like a cane?” she asked a little too eagerly.

  “Not a cane exactly. I’d want to work with you a little more first. I was thinking perhaps a thin braided whip. Almost like a riding quirt. Or a cat o’ nine tails. Very painful.”

  “The braided whip,” Rhette decided because the name of the second implement of torture sounded too scary or bizarre for her.

  “Would you like me to restrain your hands?” he asked.

  Rhette looked down at the thick metal rings set into the wooden handles.

  “No. I don’t think that’s ne
cessary,” she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

  “A bold and strong woman. I like it,” Nick said admiringly. “Are you ready?”

  That was it. No warm up. It was just her taking off her pants and bending over to receive the blows. That was it.

  “Yes,” she said with determination she didn’t actually feel.

  Rhette was determined to give as a good a performance this week as she had the previous week, mostly for her own pride but for some reason she didn’t want to disappoint Nick either.

  The blaze of the braided leather across the twin mounds of her ass caused Rhette’s eyes to go wide. The pain was much more focused, much more intense. Her bod jumped and she wanted to scream, but she didn’t. She didn’t so much make a squeak.

  “Did you like that?” Nick asked.

  “No,” she said with determination.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “Very good.”

  This time he made the impacts of the whip come in a slow, steady beat. Rhette kept her lips clamped tightly together to prevent making any untoward noise, but by the time he got to number six, she was freely sweating from the pain and she wanted to wipe away the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes.

  “Do you want a break?” he offered.

  “No. Keep going.” She spoke the words through clenched teeth.

  “You’re crying.” She looked up at him in the mirror and realized he had placed it there for his benefit, not hers.

  “Just a little. I’m not used to the pain. Don’t stop.”

  He flicked out the whip; it didn’t look like he put that much effort into it. It was still enough to make her shudder. “Are you sure?”

  “Y-y-y-yes.” She hated how her voice gave her away.

  “I don’t think you are.”

  “Jesus! Finish the job!” she all but screamed at him. “I’m paying for this!”

  “It’s your dollar,” he admitted with a shrug and flicked out the whip several more times and then paused as she was gasping and her knees were buckling. It took all of her effort to stay on her feet.

  “If I had restrained your wrists, it would have been easier to stay on your feet,” he pointed out, which only pissed her off further. She wanted the pain, but the pleasure was slow in coming. “I could do it now. I can even restrain your knees so you can’t fall.”

  Rhette had felt the hollows in the bench where her knees fit in and imagined it was an easy thing to accomplish, but she wanted to endure the torture she was putting herself under on her own. “No. Keep going. How many more do I have to go?”

  “As many as you want,” Nick told her. “You have my services for an hour.”

  “More,” she said, not knowing what else to say.

  He laid the whip across her ass one more time and she shuddered. The climax she wanted was right there, almost within reach. Her knuckles were white as she kept a firm grip on the rubber-covered metal handles. One of her knees gave way but she quickly recovered.

  “Are you going to faint or cum?” he asked her, implying she was too weak to endure what he was dishing out.

  “Cum,” she said boldly. She didn’t feel that bold.

  “Do you want me to make you cum?”

  “I thought you didn’t…you didn’t do that.”

  “I have my tricks.” He idly cut the whip through the air and she winced at the sound.

  “Do it.”

  “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “And lock your knees.”

  The unpadded edge of the spanking bench cut into her abdomen, but that was a mild irritant at best. Nick didn’t give her any warning or time to prepare once she was in position. He just snapped his wrist and there was a bloom of fire inside her right thigh.

  “Argh!” This time she actually screamed. The flesh inside her thigh was super-sensitive compared to her ass.

  But her moment of intense pain was quickly wiped away when he did the exact same thing to her left thigh. Now she actually was crying silently. Tears dribbled down her cheeks and she wanted it to stop and at the same time, she wanted to cum.

  “Ready?” Nick asked her. It was the only time he had ever offered a bit of preparation. “Are you ready to cum?”

  “Yes,” she said, practically begging him to come fuck her. That would have been her dream, but Nick was undoubtedly gay and nothing she had interested him.

  The whip cracked through the air again. She was expecting it to snake across the backs of her thighs or to painfully cut into her well-added ass, but Rhette was pleasantly surprised when the tawsed end tickled at the entranced to her pussy. She was wearing the thin G-string and the impact was barely felt through the silk, but just the fact that her sex was so open and exposed scared the hell out of her.

  It was the first time that Rhette had an orgasm without a hard, firm hand or cock to her pussy and clit. She came when she realized that his whip could have permanently scarred her pussy. Just the thought alone was more than she could bear.

  It wasn’t an intense orgasm, but it was the most unusual one she had ever had. Her hands slipped from the rubber grips and her knees gave way. Collapsing on the floor, her body quivered for another half minute before she was able to get control of herself.

  “Did that meet your needs?” Nick asked as he approached her, a smug smile on his face. Strictly speaking he wasn’t supposed to manipulate her body in a manner that would cause her to climax, but he knew exactly what he was doing and wanted to show off his skill.

  “Yesss,” she drawled out. “But I still want more. I want to cum again.”

  He knelt down to help her back onto her feet, but Rhette moved quickly. Her hand snaked out and ran all the way along his inseam until she reached his crotch. Nick was surprised by her move and didn’t initially react, even when her hand closed around his cock.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” she hissed. “You’re incredibly hard. Please, please fuck me. I need it. I won’t tell anyone. Please.” Her words sounded pathetic, even to her, but her need was too strong to just ignore what her body wanted.

  “No,” he said firmly, moving her hand away from his tool. “I can’t.”

  “I promise no one will know.”

  He laughed and stood up but left her on the floor. She felt pathetic now. He was gay and had no interest in her. The awkward pass—or sexual assault from a certain perspective—only embarrassed her.

  Nick took a step back and unzipped his jeans. For just half a second she thought that maybe she was going to get her wish, but then his cock came into view and whatever hope she had was rudely crushed.

  At first she thought he just had an extremely dark-colored cock, but that wasn’t it at all. A cage of metal surrounded his flesh. It was black metal, unpolished and permanently attached to his body. She saw the small padlock that kept it in place and she wondered how much it hurt when he got an erection. Then she wondered why he would agree to wear such a device.

  “I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean to…” Her words were pathetic, even to her own ears. She obviously meant to and was only apologizing for her own humiliation and awkward gesture.

  “It isn’t that my wife doesn’t trust me,” Nick said, tucking his caged cock back into his jeans. “It’s that she likes to have full control over my sexuality. To be honest, it’s a bit of a thrill. It makes sex better when she takes it off.”

  “I…I thought you were gay,” Rhette said lamely, which made nick laugh.

  “No. Just a man too in love with his own wife.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” She started to struggle back to her feet.

  “Wait,” he said. “You promised me you were going to jill off. I want to watch that.”

  She looked at him and then realized it was a half-promise she had made. Sitting carefully on the rubberized floor, her ass still aching from the whipping he had given her, she pulled her G-string aside, revealing her red-crowned pussy, and stuck her fingers inside. She wa
s incredibly wet and slick and although she had already cum, she was ready for another orgasm. It took very little time or effort to push her over the edge again, and she looked proudly up at Nick when she was done.

  “Very sexy,” he complimented her. “I can’t wait to tell my wife. It’ll make things hot for us tonight…whether or not she unlocks me.”

  After leaving Nick’s workshop and torture chamber, Rhette very carefully sat down in the seat of her car and breathed a sigh of relief at the comfortable padding. Her first instinct was to grab her phone to start the plan she had to relieve the urge that was still in her loins, but she had the good presence of mind to drive away from the somewhat isolated location of the workshop and pull over at the first Stewart’s store she drove past.

  Her bottom was still sore, but that didn’t stop her needs.

  Rhette had too many dating and hookup apps on her phone. She chose the one she used the most often and started quickly running through the possibilities for a casual encounter that evening. Sitting in her car she sent out more messages and invites than she cared to think about. That was the best way to deal with her needs at the moment, just act and don’t think about it. Thinking about it, thinking in general, hadn’t gotten her what she wanted.

  On the fifteen-minute drive home she heard her phone buzzing with replies to her messages. Each time it buzzed she felt her pussy getting wetter, but she exerted great self-control and didn’t look at any of them until her car was parked in the driveway. Rhette congratulated herself on her further self-control by taking the time to walk inside before she looked at the replies. Only then did she luxuriate in the many responses. Too many were overly aggressive or just obnoxious. Even so, it was easy to pick out one that suited her needs.

  Jordan was a few years younger than her and either had a thing for redheads or slightly older women or was just desperate to get laid. He had the look of a lot of her students and she tried not to think about that as she invited him inside her place.

  “Usually I meet my dates at a coffee shop or bar,” he said, looking around her house. It wasn’t huge or overly impressive, but it was hers and she was proud of it. “I don’t think I’ve ever been invited over to a date’s house first.”