by Leo Bulero
Still unsuspecting, Kate reveled in the attention he gave her breasts. It wasn't until he suddenly crushed them both in his steely grip and his teeth locked hard into her right nipple that she felt the window begin to glide rapidly upwards.
Like a guillotine blade, it bit into the undersides of her breasts.
“Don’t move, Kate. This is part of your punishment.”
“My punishment?” she gasped as the window edge’s cold touch bit into the bases of her breasts, crushing them against the top of the doorframe.
Kate had only thought his sudden grip had been brutal. Now it felt like they were going to burst. As she stood up on her toes to relieve some of the pressure, she felt his mouth go back to work. Now the hard suckling caused a new dimension of pain. She groaned and bit her lip. The fire in her pinched breasts matched the flush of humiliation on her face.
She tried to free herself, pulling backwards. But her breasts bulged on the opposite side of the window, caught firm. Trying to pull free only increased the pain.
Kate threw her arms across the roof, but that didn’t help. She whined imploringly at Mr. Johnson and reached back between her legs in desperation. She just managed to drag a finger across her clit, trading more pressure in her breasts for what little pleasure a fingertip could provide.
Not only did Anthony seem unconcerned by her pain, it turned him on…just as it did his son. A cool breeze tickled her wet sex, reminding her just how outthrust her bottom was. It made her think of how Robert liked to spank her. He’d slap her ass and naked thighs, watching them tremble and redden until she begged him to stop; but Robert’s spankings were a pleasurable tingle compared to the torture his father was inflicting.
Almost as if he’d read her mind, Mr. Johnson left the car and moved into position behind her. She felt his hands stroking her mane of brown hair. He caressed the rippling muscles of her back, and ran his hands over her flanks like an owner might handle a beloved pet. Down, his hands went, to the dimples at the base of her spine. The globes of her shivering buttocks rubbed enticingly against one another. His hand went lower, into the fire of her sex, possessing her, thrusting deep. She felt a second finger join the first, then a third. The throbbing ache in her chest changed to something no less painful, but somehow more satisfying—something she was beginning to enjoy.
“Spread your legs, Kate.”
She did.
“That’s it. Wider.”
Again, she obeyed, suddenly less desperate for the freedom of her aching breasts than for the deeper lunge of his rigid cock. She almost screamed when he pulled his fingers out, then she gasped when she felt a familiar presence prodding there. Not his cock, but the branch.
“You look gorgeous," he said. “All you need now is a good caning. Would you like that? A beating across your lovely bottom to warm you up?” Gently, he bit her shoulder, the sensitive area where her neck joined with her shoulder, at the same time as he teased her sex with his fingers.
Despite her pain, Kate moaned and pressed her bottom back toward him. God, nobody had ever turned her on so much, she realized. She felt like a puppet, a toy, soft and malleable as putty, to do with as he wanted.
He grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks, pressing them together, squeezing them almost hard enough to bruise, just using her for his own pleasure. He complimented her on their shape and beauty. Now that she was satisfied she was safe, she gave up all pretense of resistance. Like a wild animal surrendering, her body was his, to treat as delicately or brutally as he wished. With that surrender, she concentrated on the fierce throbbing in her breasts and spread her legs even more. She closed her eyes, relishing his rough touch, smiling at his quiet groan.
Then he stepped back. Before she could look to see what he was doing, he snapped the stick up between her legs, popping her wet pussy with its very tip.
As the echoes of her surprised squeal faded into the woods, he swished the branch, testing its suppleness. She bit her lips and endured the agonizing anticipation as he made sweeping scythes through the air. Kate tensed, then relaxed, thinking he wouldn’t actually cane her pussy again. He’d just meant to get her attention. As she relaxed, the butt of the stick pressed against her labia.
As coarse as it may have been, she was easily wet enough to let it glide. The rough wood slid into her an inch or so. She groaned louder, feeling fresh humiliation as Robert's father angled the stick so the bark abraded her swollen clit. She beat her hands on the car roof and tried to pull herself off the branch, but her thrumming tits kept her prisoner.
“Has that warmed you up enough?” Anthony asked. He twisted it a half turn then pulled it back, now slick with her pussy juices. He wiped it clean on the inside of her thigh then he popped each cheek, making them shake.
She’d just settled into his latest play when he flipped the branch around, drew his arm back like a golfer practicing his swing, and struck.
The crack of wood across her bottom wrung a cry of protest from Kate. She instinctively jumped when the stick struck, yanking at her breasts.
Groaning, she bit her lip when the next lash struck. There was always the possibility that her cries might attract attention she had no desire to attract. Mr. Johnson made her wait for what seemed an intolerable length of time then brought the thin stick across her cheeks. Pain exploded across her bottom. It trembled and shook with each blow, leaving lattice lines of pain, deftly laid out across the landscape of her tensed behind, that almost made her cry.
When he finally targeted her pussy again, her relief was more intense than the pain. In fact, he hadn’t swatted her that hard at all, and the gentle whack actually woke a tingle that had been absent for a bit.
“Yes!” She beat the rooftop of the car, daring him to go on. Her eyes spat feigned hatred and very real lust at him; the devil, her redeemer, her Master.
Breathing hard himself, Mr. Johnson teased her with a couple more light pops. Just as her pussy was beginning to really sting, he stopped. She looked back at him, hoping he was finally ready to fill her need. She found that he was watching her, a flicker of approval in his expression. Then he roughly spread her legs, kicking her ankles apart with a foot. As she gasped in pain, her breasts crushed to near bursting, he slammed his cock—thick and strong—into the very heart of her body, filling her like she’d never been filled before.
He fucked her impersonally, as though she was there solely to provide for his pleasure. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he ploughed through her cunt, deliberately driving upward, ruthlessly forcing her to pull her breasts. Not that she minded.
Breathing hard, Kate squeezed his cock, encouraging him to thrust deeper. She heard him gasp in pleasure as she milked him. The splash of his hot come pulsed into the mouth of her womb. He gripped her hips tighter, eking out his orgasm with savage, wet, slapping thrusts that echoed through the woods, each spitting a fresh wave of warm come into Kate's velvet sex.
By the time he was done, Kate teetered on the brink of coming herself, but the agony in her breasts was too much. Mr. Johnson patted her bottom as he pulled from inside her then, as calm as ever, kissed her hotly, taking her breath away despite the pain.
Once he broke the kiss, she caught her breath and looked at him imploringly. “Please sir,” she asked, her voice hoarse and throaty, “can you let me go?” She was torn between her unfulfilled desire and the ache biting hotly into her chest.
He left her without answering, but moments later, the window slid down. The blood surging back into her numbed teats made her shiver and tingle. She massaged them vigorously. Now that the pain was subsiding, it was as much to see his reaction as to speed the circulation.
His reaction wasn’t quite what she’d hoped. As if uncertain that he'd have such a prize again, he pulled away and hefted the branch again.
"Push your shoulders back and let me have your breasts."
Kate gaped at him for a moment, but his tone was as hard as steel. She did as she was told, lacing her fingers behind her head, th
rusting her breasts into the frigid air. The first blow came quickly, much harder than she'd struck herself just minutes before—just like she’d imagined her imaginary assailant might strike.
Her breasts bucked wildly and she bit into her lip to keep from crying out loud. Her pussy clenched.
"Now, pleasure yourself."
She didn't need to be told twice, driving one set of fingers deep into her dripping folds while leaving the other hand behind her head, daring him to whip her some more. Just as she closed her eyes to concentrate on the growing pleasure, the makeshift cane bit across the more exposed and outthrust breast. Instead of recoiling from the pain, Kate reveled in it, bringing both hands to bear on her sex, thrusting her chest out past her arms so he could keep flogging her without hitting her arms.
Just as she was about to explode, he pushed her hands aside. For a man his age, she found that his stamina rivaled his son's as his thick cock thrust into her yet again.
She wrapped her legs around him and he sunk his fingers into her ass and slammed her back against the car, attacking her left breast with his mouth. She closed her eyes, letting the delicious sensations of his lips and teeth devouring her nipple and his incredible hardness drive her to another orgasm. Her hips ground against him and she clawed at his back. When, moments later, their orgasms coincided, she grabbed his face and ripped his mouth from her breast, kissing him with furious passion until, soft and birdlike, his penis finally slipped from her body.
“It was you who sent me that text, to meet you here today, wasn’t it?”, she whispered, smiling as he held her up.
Anthony gave a wry smile in return. His triceps felt hard as her hands gripped his arms.
“After I picked up Robert’s property and saw his cell phone, I couldn’t resist. Between the sexts and the pictures he’d taken, it seemed a safe bet you’d show. Seems I was even more right than I thought.”
Kate felt herself blush.
“So, what happens now?” Anthony asked, gently extricating himself, letting her feet slide down his legs to the ground.
She regarded him silently for a while before speaking. “I can’t see both of you at the same time; father and son. It wouldn’t be right.”
“No, I suppose not,” he replied, casually. Yet she could see the brief pain in his eyes before he masked his feelings.
“And I get the feeling that you don’t want a conventional relationship…Mr. Johnson?”
“I’m not a conventional guy,” he admitted.
“It was you who stole all my clothes, wasn’t it?” She said it as though it was fact. She hoped it was him; otherwise it meant there was someone else out there, playing the game.
“I parked a little way up and took them, then drove down here.”
“So where are they now?" she asked, enjoying watching him squirm.
“There,” he replied, “under the seat.”
Kate smiled sadistically and grabbed her breasts suggestively. She was amazed at how battered they were, striped and already bruising. “You know, I saw some rope in your trunk, have you ever thought about using it…” She looked knowingly at her chest. “…see if maybe I can dangle?”
He just grinned.
She smiled back. “Think it will hurt?”
“Of course,” he replied frankly.
She took his hand and said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
As Anthony led Kate to the tree, she thought about Robert. How to tell him it was over? But soon, her mouth was busy arousing his father, and she put those thoughts aside. Robert’s game had ended. Now it was his father’s wicked game to play.
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Leo Bulero writes erotic science fiction, horror, BDSM, and bizarre fiction whenever his busy household allows him to. He has been widely published on the net, in magazines, anthologies and e-book. He reads prodigiously, and lists some of his favored authors as: Charles Bukowsky, James Joyce, Philip K. Dick, Harlan Ellison and Neil Gaimon. He is also a reviewer of erotica and in his spare time an editor of micro-fiction. He lives in England. Most of the time he is reasonably sane.
You can find other e-books written by Leo Bulero at Darker Pleasures (www.darkerpleasures.com)
Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in erotic breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotica authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Cherry Lee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures began publishing revised and edited releases of the BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine. You can find Darker Pleasures’ stories and books at Smashwords and other e-book outlets.
