Rhette gripped the handles attached to the table and sucked in a deep breath as she tried to get control of herself. The pain wasn’t terrible but it was more than she had been expecting. Just as she got her breathing under control the paddle came down sharply across her buttocks and she let out her breath with a heaving sob. Tears burst out of her eyes and she lost what little control she had.
It was what they wanted.
“Beautiful.” The person speaking the word wasn’t Nick. It was a feminine voice and it purred as Rhette continued to cry, her tears and sobbing punctuated by the sound of nick swishing the paddle through the air.
“You shouldn’t be here, Helena,” said Nick.
“I couldn’t stay away, not after hearing you wax poetic about your new client,” said Sharon. Rhette turned her head and through her tears saw a woman walking purposefully across the room. She wore a plain black dress that reached her knee accessorized by a yellow belt and yellow jewelry. Even her shoes were yellow and it wasn’t just carefully thought out fashion. Her bright blonde hair matched her accessories and was currently carefully kept under control via means of a tight bun at the nape of her neck.
“She didn’t consent to your being here,” Nick said. It was obvious he was annoyed.
“I don’t hear her objecting,” said Helena as she walked up behind Rhette. Once she passed out of Rhette’s line of sight it was easier to deal with being naked in front of a complete stranger.
That was until Helena’s hand touched her ass. Rhette could feel Helena’s cool, dry hand against the burning heat of her rump. She was started back to an unpleasant reality. Rhette was about to object to being touched in such an intimate way when Helena slid her fingers down between her legs and ran then along her drooling pussy. Her first instinct was to bring her thighs together to protect the tiny bit of modesty she had left, but then she felt Helena manipulating her clit and she moaned in pleasure.
“The poor girl loves it,” Helena declared.
“As I said,” said Nick.
Rhette knew she should have been humiliated, and she was, but at the same time, she loved it. She wanted Helena’s fingers to keep rubbing, to go deeper and up insider her and make her cum. She wanted Nick to keep swatting away at her ass until she was screaming for him to stop but him not stopping anyway.
Much to her disappointment, Helena pulled her fingers away. “Beautiful color,” she commented, wiping her wet hand on Rhette’s thigh. “Are you done with her?”
“Not yet.”
“I’d love to photograph her.”
“No,” Nick said firmly. “You know I won’t allow that. I never even discussed that with her.”
“A shame. Her skin tone. Her freckles. Her supple flesh. Even the way she pinks up. Everything about her is perfect.”
“Please leave, Helena,” Nick pleaded.
Helena ignored Nick’s words and directly addressed Rhette. “Girl, would you like Nicholas to keep paddling your ass while I watch?”
Rhette swallowed. The tears had stopped sliding down her face. The pain was still beautiful. “Yes, please,” she said.
Nick sighed. “Fine.”
“It’s all I wanted, dear,” said Helena as she stepped away.
Rhette couldn’t see Helena, but her presence was palpable. Nick unexpectedly cut the paddle through the air and the sudden burning across her ass made Rhette cry out.
“I won’t stop until you tell me,” he said and then began a series of swats that weren’t terribly hard, but were slow and steady and deadly accurate. Her already sore bottom was forced into the territory of aching and angry. Having an audience made Rhette want to endure more and more. Even though her pussy hadn’t been touched by Nick’s paddle it was on fire and ready to cum.
She wanted to cum, but couldn’t stand the torture of Nick’s paddle any longer. “Stop!” she begged. “Red! Red! Safeword!”
“Such endurance!” Helena enthused, suddenly appearing at the edge of Rhette’s vision. “Did you cum?”
Rhette shook her head, disappointed. “No.”
Helena smiled. “Would you like to?”
“Yes,” she begged.
“Would you like me to fuck you to make you cum?”
At first Rhette didn’t understand the question. Was Helena trans? She certainly didn’t have any of the tell-tale signs of transition. How could a woman fuck another woman? Maybe Helena was lesbian and simply used the word fuck to indicate any type of sex? Rhette’s mind was already primed for anything. The position from the interloper was enough to get her to agree.
“Yes,” she said and added a polite, “please.” It sounded so pathetic, but she wanted it.
“That’s what I thought,” said Helena.
“Don’t,” Nick pleaded.
She ignored him.
Rhette couldn’t tell exactly what Helena was doing, but she was moving around behind her. It took a minute, whatever the blonde was doing. While Rhette had never had sex with another woman, she wasn’t opposed to the idea. It was just that all her sex partners in her life had been men. At the moment, she’d do anything to cum.
It wouldn’t have been that difficult to crane her neck all the way around on the spanking bench, but that would have spoiled the surprise.
When she heard Helena’s voice again, it was incredibly close, right behind her. “This is probably going to hurt a bit. Your ass is all red and sore. But you probably like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Rhette’s head was whirling.
And then Helena’s body was pressing against hers. A cock was probing between her legs, looking for the slick entrance to her pussy. No, not a cock. A dildo. Whatever Helena was using, it wasn’t a real cock. But that didn’t matter, Rhette arched her back a bit and tried the best she could to help Helena enter her.
The other woman knew exactly what she was doing. She must have done this exact thing before with other women. The fake phallus pushed into Rhette and she groaned aloud. It felt wonderful…until Helena was all the way in and her stomach and thighs pressed against Rhette’s abused ass. It rubbed against the rawness but she was able to power through it.
A few second later Helena was fucking her like a man and Rhette was grunting along in pleasure. She wouldn’t last long. She wanted to put a hand between her legs to play with her clit, but couldn’t because they were bound. And then she was cumming. The cries that escaped her lips frightened Nick, but he did nothing other than watch Helena fuck the curvy redhead.
“Thank you,” Rhette whispered as her legs trembled and her body shook. “Thank you, thank you.”
“It was my pleasure,” Helena said smugly as she pulled her fake cock free of Rhette’s body. Rhette looked over her shoulder and saw a set of straps around Helena’s hips and thighs holding the cock in place resting on her pubic bone. Helena had hiked up her dress to put it on, but had left on a pair of black silky panties that hid her sex from view. The striking blonde smiled at her briefly and then turned to Nick.
“Take off your pants and get on your hands and knees,” she said.
“I don’t—” Nick began, but Helena cocked her head and lifted her eyebrows. He sighed. “Okay.” Before he did as she asked, he went to a container on the bench near the door and found a bottle of lubricant. He started to move out of Rhette’s sight, but Helena snapped her fingers and indicated the floor in front of Rhette.
“There,” she said. “The redhead gets to watch.”
What followed was something that Rhette would only have imagined seeing while viewing porn. Nick took off his shoes, jeans, and underwear. In contrast to the thick hair on his head and arms and legs, around his cock all the hair had been removed. Rhette wondered if he took off his shirt if his chest would be bare as well. Obviously he shaved, but that was only for the benefit of the cock cage he wore.
After he got down on all fours, he applied a liberal dose of lube to his ass and Helena did him the favor of lubing up her dildo once she had covered it with a condom. Rhette cou
ldn’t keep her eyes off Nick’s cock. It had filled the space inside the small tubular cage and it was obviously trying to get hard and break free, but that was never going to happen. As Helena got into position behind him, Rhette saw a droplet of precum drip from his cock down to the floor.
Holding her tool Helena pressed into Nick’s ass. He groaned and slowly the dildo disappeared into his backside. Rhette was amazed.
“You like that, baby?” she asked him.
“Yeah,” he moaned. Rhette hadn’t expected that. Always before Nick was in control and now it seemed like he was a toy for Helena to use. And he liked it.
What followed was a slow and steady fucking of Nick’s ass. His cock bobbed with the cage adding weight to the flesh. Helena griped his shoulders and hips and the moment struck her, but she didn’t pound away like a lust-crazed teenager. She used skill and expertise to bring their fuck session to what was the inevitable conclusion.
“I don’t wanna cum,” Nick groaned suddenly.
“Too bad, baby. It’s gonna happen.” Once Helena said those words, thick ropes of semen burst forth from the head of Nick’s cock. He wasn’t hard and he was cumming. Rhette marveled at what that must have felt like. It puddled on the rubberized floor beneath him and he groaned with every stroke the Helena gave to him until she finally pulled out, satisfied.
The blonde stood up and rolled off the condom, casually tossing it into the garbage can in the corner of the room before she approached Rhette. It was strange having a woman unhook her from the spanking bench, especially since that woman was sporting a fake cock standing up from her crotch. Once she was free, Rhette stood up. Helena immediately stuck out her hand.
“Hello. I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Helena. Helena Briggs. I’m Nick’s partner.”
Rhette shook the other woman’s hand. “Rhette Shaungessy. Um…thank you?”
Helena laughed pleasantly. “I think we’ll get along marvelously.
Part Two
Chapter Four
Helena got a towel from one of the cabinets and ran it under the hot water from the corner sink. Rhette was apprehensive at first because she didn’t see the logic in a hot compress on her reddened ass, but Helena insisted, so she bent over the spanking bench again and allowed the older woman to do was she wanted.
There was a flare of pain when Helena applied the hot compress to her ass, but then it quickly faded. It wasn’t bad at all. “This will bring out the bruising,” she said with a smile. “Just let the heat work for a minute.”
Now that she was up close and facing her, Rhette could see that Helena was about ten years older than her. She had some lines on her face but amazingly her hair was still a brilliant blonde; or perhaps she had the best dye job in the world. Behind her Nick was pulling up his pants, tucking his still-limp cock away, and then he disappeared from Rhette’s view.
Uncomfortable with the silence, Rhette felt she had to say something. After seeing Helena peg Nick after getting fucked by her, Rhette had a lot of questions. The older woman had taken off the strap on cock she had worn to fuck Rhette and Nick and had pulled her dress back down over her hips. She almost looked like someone who had merely walked in from an office somewhere. “How long have you and Nick been partners?” She used the term that Helena had used because she still wasn’t sure what was going on.
Helena smirked and sat down on one of the stools scattered around Nick’s workshop. “How long? Shit. I’ve known him almost twenty years now. We’ve been fucking for…eighteen I guess. Business partners for ten. Does that answer your question?”
Rhette thought she had somehow managed to fuck up a simple question. “Yes. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
Her response managed to make Helena laugh. “I usually keep our relationship…quiet. But since I just fucked you, I suppose you are entitled to some information.”
“It’s none of my business,” said Rhette, eager to get off the topic.
“We’ve been married for twelve years.” She displayed a silver band on her finger. It was modest and there was no engagement ring. “Didn’t you see the ring he wears…not that a ring means anything nowadays.”
Giving it a moment’s thought, Rhette realized she had seen several rings on Nick’s fingers. None of them had registered as a wedding band. “Uh…I guess not.”
“His is black because he thinks that’s cool. It tends to blend in because it doesn’t look like a wedding band. He wants to make women think he’s not married.”
“But the…the…” Rhette didn’t know how to proceed with her sentence.
“But the cage I have on his cock prevents any fun for him? Yes. Irony that would be, I suppose.” She lifted the hot towel from Rhette’s ass. “Very nice. Time for a cold compress now.”
At first the cold towel hurt worse than the hot one, and then, just like the hot towel, it started to soothe. “You have beautiful skin,” Helena said running her fingers along Rhette’s back, admiring the younger woman’s pale color. “But it isn’t the flawlessness of skin that makes beauty, it’s the tiny flaws that draw out the beauty. That’s why so many men admire the bruises a woman can carry after a spanking or paddling.”
Rhette jerked slightly as Helena ran her fingers over her skin, but managed not to freak out.
“Redheads are highly desired among spanking aficionados and in the BDSM community, did you know that?”
“No, but Nick said as much.”
“It’s because you can take the pain better than anyone else. You can take the pain and you can sport the bruises. I’m a little jealous. I hate receiving pain, but I love giving it. I’m pale enough, but you’ll never see me with a bruise.”
Rhette was confused by Helena’s short speech. “I don’t understand.”
Helena smiled. “You will soon enough.”
It took a day for her to set up a time with Jordan. They both had separate lives, even if they both had physical needs.
“I never expected to hear from you again,” he said when she let him into her house.
“Why is that?” she asked sweetly. Jordan was nicely dressed in a pair of tan Dockers and a golf shirt. He looked like he just left the office on casual Friday. That was fine with Rhette; she wasn’t interested in what he was wearing. For her part, she was wearing a dress she hadn’t worn in a year. It was black and tighter than she would normally wear. Jordan didn’t know it, but Rhette was purposely imitating Helena’s style, minus the yellow highlights. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“I sent you a bunch of messages. You never responded.”
She had gotten the messages. She didn’t tell him that she had purposely ignored them. It was too much to explain. Yes, she was using him for sex, but if he didn’t want to fuck her, he could just say no. Nancy Reagan’s terrible advice didn’t just apply to drugs.
“I was trying to decide if I wanted to see you again,” she said.
“You could have decided quicker.” He put his hand on her upper arm, running his fingers up and down her lightly freckled skin. It was forward and presumptuous of him, but she allowed it anyway. She couldn’t wait to fuck him.
“It’s a girl’s prerogative to be picky,” she said. She looked around the kitchen. It was clean, but she hadn’t set out any snacks or drinks. She hadn’t invited him over for socialization; she had invited him over for sex and sex alone. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”
Jordan blinked and laughed. “I forgot how forward you are.”
“I know what I want. Why waste time.”
“I was hoping to take you out on an actual date,” he said.
Rhette was horny but she gave it some consideration. “Tell you what. We’ll have sex now and if it’s good enough, I’ll let you take me out.”
“Deal!” he said, taking his hand from her arm and putting it between them instead. She looked down at his proffered appendage and shook it as if agreeing to a bargain.
“You’ve better make me scream,” she told him. “Otherwise no dat
e.”
“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, eager to prove himself.
Because she knew what she wanted, the moment they walked into the bedroom, Rhette grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Jordan’s eyes roved over her body, taking in the semi-transparent bra and panties she was wearing in addition to the stockings. Maybe she knew what she wanted, but she didn’t mind putting on a little show for him as well. When Jordan opened his mouth to say something, she quickly approached him and silenced him with a kiss.
Kissing was nice. She was eager to fuck, but kissing was a nice warm up. It gave her the opportunity to feel his body through this clothing. It gave them the chance to undress him together. Before Jordan knew it, he was down to his underwear and Rhette was kissing her way down his body. “Wow,” he said.
“Wow what?” she asked, her fingers at the edge of his waistband. Her forearm was purposely pressing against his erect cock that threatened to burst out of his briefs.
“I just didn’t ever expect anything like this.”
She smiled at him and took pulled down the last piece of clothing he wore. By putting his already hard cock into her mouth, she stopped any possibility of a conversation.
Giving head was fine, but Rhette wanted to fuck.
She backed off and said, “You taste wonderful. Shall we fuck?”
He blinked at her. “Uh. Yeah. That’s why I’m here, right?” He grinned and tried to adopt an attitude of confidence, that he wasn’t being used by her for sex, that he was an equal participant.
Rhette got off her knees and turned around. The bed was only two steps away, but before she crawled onto it, she shimmied out of her see-through panties. But Jordan’s eyes were already stuck on her ass before she removed the panties.
“Holy fucking shit!” he exclaimed looking at her ass.
Rhette peered over her shoulder to see what he saw. “Aren’t they pretty?” she asked. “I’m surprised at how well they came out.”
“Came out?” Jordan asked.
“After Nick paddled me. I like the pain and I like the bruises. They tell me who I am.”
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