“Do they…do they hurt?” Jordan asked.
“A little. But they are worth it.”
Jordan didn’t know what to think. His cock was starting to droop because he was distracted by her bruises. “How…how did you get them?” He didn’t know what to say. He was afraid to have sex with her and possibly hurt her.
“I already told you?” she said, exasperated. “My dom gave them to me. Nick paddled me.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted him to. Because I like to be spanked. Because it makes sex better.”
In truth she had never had sex with Nick either before or after being spanked. Helena had fucked her with the strap on after being paddled, but that wasn’t really the same thing. Masturbating after being paddled wasn’t the same thing after. What she really desired was to be fucked and spanked at the same time.
“I mean…I know some women like to be spanked during sex…but not so hard that it hurts. That it leaves bruises.”
“You don’t know everything,” she told him. “Now are you going to fuck me or are you just going to stand there with a limp dick?”
Jacob looked down at his cock. He had faded. He wanted to fuck her, but Rhette’s unusual sexual desires had made him…confused and distracted. He put his hand to his cock, pulling on it, masturbating to make it bigger and harder. “How do you…I don’t want to hurt you any more than you already are.”
She laughed at him. “I’m not hurt. I’m not carrying any scars. I’m carrying trophies of achievement.” Crawling onto the bed, she made sure to keep her legs apart so that he could see the opening of her pussy. He was a man and would respond, of that she was confident. Maybe her ass was a little large, but he liked it well enough the first time.
Arching her back, Rhette reached between her legs, making sure Jordan could see her fingers going into her pussy, drew them down along her slit, and splayed open her nether lips. “Come on and fuck me,” she begged.
Jordan stepped out of his underwear, his cock almost back to its previous glory, and joined her on the bed. When he touched her, she felt the thrill of pain from the bruises. It wasn’t much, but it was a pleasant reminder of the paddling. His cock slipped between her thighs and she guided him inside. “Ooh…isn’t that better,” she purred at him.
“You’re crazy,” Jordan said with absolute sincerity.
“Crazy sex is the best sex,” she laughed. “Now fuck me.”
He did. Gently at first, but when she demanded that he do it harder, he grabbed her hips and fucked her like he would any other woman. Every impact of his body against hers sent a thrill of pain to her head. It was glorious. When he pounded into her with all his strength, she could feel his balls slapping against her clit.
“Fuck yes!” she cried out. “Harder! Faster!”
“Do you want me to pull your hair too?” he asked, half sarcastically.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “If that’s what you want, then fuck yes!”
It took little effort to tangle the fingers of one hand in her long, thick hair. Pulling back, he started fucking her harder and the noises that Rhette made were inhuman. It was violent sex. That was the sort of sex that Rhette loved, but it was new and disturbing to Jordan.
Rhette came first. The tightening of her pussy on his cock made him cum shortly afterwards.
“I think I need more hair pulling during sex,” she told him as she curled up under his arm.
“Okay,” he agreed, exhausted by the exertion of sex. “Was it good enough?”
“Good enough for what?”
“For me to take you out on a date?”
“Uh-huh.”
They didn’t go out on a date that night. They slept in.
Chapter Five
Helena was there the next time she went to see Nick. “I’d love to take your picture,” she said to Rhette who glanced nervously at Nick who was gathering some equipment in the back of the workshop.
“What? No. I’m not a model. I’m not even pretty enough to be a model.”
That made Helena laugh. “Oh please. Have you seen some of the ugly women out there making a living by having their picture taken? You’ve got it all: skin, bone structure, freckles, lovely bruises, long and lovely hair. I’ll even do you the favor of not including your face if you’re shy.”
All Rhette wanted was to visit Nick, get her ass whipped, and then see Jordan for the date they had planned for that night. Why was Helena trying to disrupt a perfectly lovely Friday evening with her need to take pictures? She knew what Helena wanted: pictures of Rhette naked and being whipped. Rhette wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t think she’d ever be ready for that.
“No thanks. I don’t want to do that.”
“There’s money in it.”
Rhette shook her head. “Not interested.”
Helena blew out a breath. “Too bad. It’s only a hobby for me, but I’m sure we could make a little extra cash. You could profit from this instead of having to pay Nick for the pleasure of being beaten. Do you like dropping a hundred every time you visit my husband?” She smiled at Rhette, but let the issue drop.
She didn’t, however, leave the workshop; she just settled into the background. Nick distracted Rhette by suddenly brandishing a large metal implement that unintentionally scared Rhette. “Do you know what this is?” he asked an eager grin on his face.
Rhette carefully pushed away Nick’s hand that was holding the tool. “Um…fish hook for a toothless shark? A giant toothless shark?”
It wasn’t a bad guess; it was terrible guess and Rhette making a joke of it failed to lighten the mood. What Nick held was a shiny metal J-shaped hook about a foot long. It could have been used as a fishing hook for extremely large fish, except instead of a point on the end of the curve it had a smooth ball about the size of a golf ball. Rhette didn’t think Nick had any interest in golfing.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll show you what it’s used for,” he said.
Rhette had already started unbuttoning her shirt, but his words and the tool gave her pause. It was metal and she was certain she didn’t want to be hit with it. “It looks painful. How can you possibly use that without hurting me?” She removed her shirt and put it on the end of one of the long workbenches. Unzipping her skirt, she adopted the attitude of unconcern with being the only one naked in the room. Her bra and panties were rather plain because she hadn’t come to Nick’s workshop to put on a lingerie show.
“It’s not designed to cause you pain. It’s designed to hold you in place.” He indicated the spanking bench that Rhette was eager to settle onto, though she was suddenly shy about admitting it.
She shed her bra and panties before asking, “What about the cuffs?” She then bent over the bench which put her ass in the air. Her hands rested on the smooth wooden rests and she grabbed the rubber-covered metal grips. The metal rings to hook cuffs to were still set into the wood.
“This is something a little more freeing,” Nick explained as he moved her feet further apart. “Do you enjoy anal sex?”
“What?” The question startled her.
“Do you enjoy anal sex?” he repeated.
She turned her head and looked at Nick. He had a bottle of lubricant in his hand and was squeezing the slippery gel only to the ball head of the hook.
“I’ve never…I’ve never had anal sex.”
“Then I’ll be gentle.”
She looked at him in confusion and panic for a moment before remembering that Nick’s cock was in a cage. He couldn’t get hard, let alone penetrate her; he was still wearing his pants, though, and he was holding the hook. And he wouldn’t do it front of his wife; Helena was still in the room watching them. “What…what are you going to do?”
“You’ll love it, I promise,” Helena said from across the room, giving Rhette the impression this was her idea.
Nick put his hand on her ass, pulling one buttock aside to inspect her two entrances. She froze and didn’t know what t
o do. Was she really paying him money for this? His fingers went between her cheeks and she felt cool wetness against her tight pucker. “What are you doing?” she demanded, but she didn’t physically stop him or move away. She was curious.
“Relax,” he said in a soothing voice. She felt the cold of the hook pressing against her anus. Just as she started to open her mouth to protest that hell no you aren’t putting that inside me! the slick ball slipped by the ring of muscle and was suddenly inside her.
“Oh,” was her reaction.
“It’s not unpleasant,” Nick said. “You might feel a little full, like you have to go to the bathroom, but let it settle in for a moment.”
“All the way in,” Helena demanded from across the room. Without giving her a chance to react, Nick settled the anal hook against the curve of Rhette’s spine. She shivered at the cool metal but was surprised at the lack of pain…and was secretly happy at the way it made her feel.
“Oh,” she said again. “That’s nice.” She wiggled but butt a bit, settling the hook into her flesh. “But how is it supposed to restrain me?” It was weird to have a piece of metal up her ass, but it was also easy to see the pleasure that it gave her. She wasn’t one to judge new, strange experiences; she liked to have her ass paddled so she was well beyond judgment of weird pleasures.
Nick began working behind her. At the edge of her vision, Rhette saw Helena move and approach them. “What are you doing?” Rhette asked Nick.
“Just attaching a short rope,” he said as he threaded a piece of yellow cotton line through the hole on the end of the large hook that wasn’t in Rhette’s ass and tied it securely.
“It’s less a hard point restraint like wrist cuffs,” said Helena as she took hold of Rhette’s long red hair that was held back in a simple ponytail, “and more a soft restraint designed to keep you from making wild movements. It’s almost a psychological hold rather than a physical one.” As she worked, she manipulated Rhette’s hair. She recognized the pressure she felt as getting her hair braided, but something else was going on as well.
“What are you doing?” Rhette asked nervously. She could have stopped the process at any point, but she didn’t. She was curious and eager to see what they would do to her.
“Braiding your hair,” said Helena.
“But you’re doing something more…”
“Braiding the hook’s line into your hair.”
She wanted to ask why, but the why was fairly obvious. They had to have done this before. There was some muted discussion of “how tight” and “length adjustment” but it sounded more like professional talk rather than confused amateurs figuring things out. When they were done Rhette was still face down on the spanking bench, her breasts crushed against the bench’s wide body, her ass in the air, with her head back and neck exposed. There wasn’t much strain on her neck or in her ass, but if she tried to move her neck to a natural position, it was impossible.
“Jesus,” she breathed.
“Too much?” asked Helena.
Rhette’s first instinct was to shake her head back and forth, indicating no, but the moment she started to move her head, the rope attached to her braid pulled on the anal hook and she froze. Instead she said, “No, it’s…it just takes some getting used to, I guess.”
Helena laughed lightly. “It sure does. Usually I’d have the rope attached to a collar around your neck, but you have such beautiful, long red hair I couldn’t resist this old trick. It places more strain on you—and it’s certainly not for beginners, which you are, and I’m sorry for that, but we do what we have to do—but the results are worth it. Are you enjoying it?”
“No, not really,” Rhette answered with a nervous sigh. “Do people actually like this?”
“Of course they do. And I think you like it more than you’re letting on.”
Rhette didn’t know what to think, but at the same time she didn’t regret allowing herself to be bound like this by Nick and Helena. Curiosity got the better of her, and she reached behind her back to feel for the hook and rope but Helena slapped her hands out of the way. “No. Don’t do that. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“But I wanted to feel—”
Helena cut her off. “I could take a picture for you.”
That made Rhette fall silent but her hands still strayed toward her back.
“Nick? The double sleeves, I think will be necessary for today.”
A little too eagerly for Rhette’s taste, Nick said, “Sounds good!”
“What are you doing?” Rhette asked nervously. She tried to push herself off the bench, but found with the anal hook buried in her ass and the rope braided into her hair, her normal center of gravity and balance was completely off.
“Don’t move,” Helena told her. “This won’t hurt. It’s for your own protection.”
Nick returned a moment later with what looked like a long tube of dyed yellow leather. It sort of looked like an evening glove, but it was far too long and had a cord laced through the small grommets set along the length of the sleeve. It was obviously a piece of bondage equipment. “What is that?” she asked.
“You put it on like a glove,” said Nick. He and Helena worked together to get Rhette on her feet. It was awkward to stand up with the hook in her ass, but it was manageable. The unusual restraint they were using in her hair and ass made her chin point upwards, but she mostly had her full range of vision. Nick helped her slide the leather sleeve up her right arm and realized it was a pair of tubes parallel to each other. The tube ended in a fingerless glove. He then helped her slide her left arm in the second sleeve so that when she was done her forearms were touching and were held in place under her breasts. Nick tightened the cord and tied it off. She wasn’t left helpless, but she was so fucking close it made no difference.
“Jesus,” she exclaimed when she realized she couldn’t really move steadily without help.
“Hold still,” Helena told her. “Nick’s going to spank you now. I think you’ll like it.”
Rhette didn’t feel stable on her feet. “No. I’m not ready.”
“You’re more than ready,” Helena reassured her.
Nick had pulled on a pair of his own gloves. They were thin red leather, contrasting with the black jeans and tank top he work, and Rhette tried to step away from him, but Helena stopped her with a simple hand on her shoulder. “Don’t move. This is just practice. We’ll do it later in heels. You’ll look good doing this in heels.”
“I don’t think—” Rhette started to say, but was cut off by her own gasp when Nick spanked her several times in rapid succession on her left buttock. Tears formed in the corner s of her eyes.
“Very good,” Helena complimented her. “You stayed on your feet. Do you like this?”
Nick moved around her and placed his right hand on her shoulder, holding her in place.
“Y-y-yes,” Rhette admitted. It didn’t hurt to admit, but she still felt shame about it.
“Good. I knew you would.”
Five quick spanks landed on her right cheek, courtesy of Nick. The sting was lovely.
“I like how you hold still,” Helena complimented her, placing a hand on each shoulder. “It will do you well.” Then Helena gave her a quick peck on the cheek and stepped away. “Redden her ass,” she told Nick. “Just enough to get her going.”
Rhette stood stock still while Nick started spanking her ass, moving back and forth between her left and right cheeks, making them sting, and then burn, and then the pain developed into a throbbing that wouldn’t go away. All the while Rhette sobbed slightly and let the tears flow out of her eyes. She wanted this. She was paying for this. She didn’t understand why she had the need to do this but it was good. She didn’t regret it at all.
“Stop,” said Helena and Nick paused in his spanking. Rhette and breathing fast and shallow and she realized that she was closer to orgasm that she realized. Was her sexuality so fucked up that she could cum from being spanked? It made no sense.
“Do you want to cum?” Helena asked her. She was standing directly in front of Rhette. When had she moved there?
“Yesss,” Rhette begged.
Helena’s hand reached between her legs and the soft touch of the other woman’s finger on her clit was too much. Helena didn’t do anything to encourage Rhette, but the redhead started grinding her pussy down on Helena’s hand. The blonde woman smiled and allowed her fingers to go up into Rhette’s slit and find her clit. It didn’t take long for Rhette to cum. When she did, she stumbled forward into Helena who helped her remain on her feet.
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” Rhette cursed.
“I’m sure Jesus doesn’t care,” Helena replied and took her fingers from Rhette’s pussy and sucked them, tasting the other woman’s juices before offering her them to Rhette. Knowing what was expected, Rhette sucked, tasking herself.
It was hardly the kinkiest thing she had ever done.
Unlacing the sleeve was easy as was releasing the cord from her braid. Taking the hook out of her ass was an…unusual experience. When she came, her sphincter had clamped down tightly on the unyielding metal. It heightened the orgasm, but it made her sore as well. It also made her start thinking about what it would be like to be fucked in the ass.
“Thank you,” she said to both Helena and Nick before she left.
Nick’s cocky smile caused a thrill in her stomach. “The pleasure was all mine.”
It made her wonder if he was going to ask Helena to peg him while she was on her date with Jordan.
Chapter Six
When Jordan asked if she had a preference where they went to eat dinner, she said simply, “Some place with heavily padded seats.”
To his credit, Jordan didn’t question it at all. The small Italian place he took her to had well-padded seats, which made her happy.
It was an actual date. They played the usual getting to know you conversation games and pretended like they hadn’t already fucked. She didn’t tell him that Nick had spanked her earlier that day, but she was equally confident he already knew or at least had suspicions. Ten minutes after arriving at the restaurant, she had decided he’d get to fuck her. She knew her ass wasn’t that red from her spanking; maybe she’d let him add to the redness.
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