“Can you take ten more?” he asked, as if it was the most normal question anyone would ask, but she could hear the concern in his voice. He waited patiently for her answer.
Considering the situation, she thought, I guess it is a normal question to ask. “Yes, I think so.”
“Good girl. If you can’t, how do you stop it?” He started caressing her ass and slid his hand between her legs again. Feeling her wetness, he traced her slit with his finger as he continued to talk with her.
“I say…my safe…word,” she stuttered the words as he played with her.
“Which is?” He tapped his finger along her fold.
“Red to… stop,” she hesitated and took a breath, “yellow to… take a break.” She gulped in some air before she cried out, “green….Oh God…green to keep going.” She was near breathless as she squirmed from his intimate touch.
“If you need it, I expect you to use it.” He removed his hand from between her legs and she gasped in disappointment. “This time, I’d like you to count them out. They’ll get a little harder as I go,” he warned.
“Ok. I’m ready.” He smiled at her answer as he gently caressed her ass, leaving her skin wet with her own juices. He gave it a quick massage before he introduced her to the ruler. He started to spank her starting off lightly and increasing after two or three blows.
‘Smack’ went the rule, as Bree counted out, “One.”
‘Smack’….“Two.”
‘Smack’….this one hit a little harder. “Oh, three.”
‘Smack’….harder again. “Ouch, four.”
‘Smack’…the other side got the force of that one. “God! Five.”
‘Smack’…harder still as he hit fresh skin. “Shit! Six.”
Matt rubbed his hand across her ass cheeks. He was gentle, but at this point even his touch stung like a bee. “How are you doing darlin’? Are you able to finish off the last four for me?”
Bree turned her head into the bed linen and wiped the tear from her cheek. She took a deep breath and swallowed to clear her throat from the sob she was holding back. As she lifted her head back up, she turned to look back at Matt. His face was full of concern and caring. The look in his eyes told her if she said no, he would stop now and everything would be okay. But, she didn’t want to. She wanted to finish the last four for him and for herself, but for some reason, she knew she wanted it more for him.
“I’m ok Matt. I can finish the last four,” she answered as she nodded her head.
“Ok my brave girl, let’s finish these four.” He rubbed her bottom once more before he lifted the ruler to her ass.
‘Smack’…he lightened the force from the previous one. “Seven. Thank you, Matt.”
“You’re welcome honey. You’re doing wonderfully.”
‘Smack’…he maintained the same amount of force. “Eight,” she sighed.
‘Smack’… “Nine.”
‘Smack’… “Ten.”
She counted each blow and sighed loudly as she said ten. Her cheeks were as flushed as her ass was reddened; she was pursing her lips tightly, but she was doing fine. Bree wiped both sides of her face in the bed linen before turning to peek back at Matt. She watched as he set the ruler down.
Before he let her up he continued to massage her bottom and told her how well she did, especially for her first real spanking. As he untied her panties from her arms and freed her, he kissed her pink bottom on both sides. He told her how she was perfect, how beautiful her bottom looked all pink and warm; he told her he was happy she trusted him and allowed him to spank her, to share this experience with her.
His voice was full of pride and admiration over how well she completed the spanking. She really took it like someone with much more experience. He was impressed by Bree in more ways than one and he wanted her to know it. He couldn’t hide the sexual desire he felt for her. What didn’t show in his body’s response would surely be noted in his voice. The more excited Matt became, the more his ‘North Carolina’ was pouring out like water from a well pump and his voice was now full of pure lust.
“Honey that was a total of thirty swats.” He looked at her like he was going to eat her up. “You did really well Bree. I’m so pleased you did that with me.”
Absently he started to lightly rub his hand over the pinked and reddened areas of her buttocks. He could feel the warmth coming from her skin into the palm of his hand. He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to and he didn’t want to. He leaned down and kissed her bottom several times. Then he held the coolness of his cheek against it and felt the heat enter his skin.
“Thank you, Matt,” she whispered, partially into the bed linen. “I never knew how much being spanked would excite me or how much I’d like it.” She went to turn her face into the bed, embarrassed at what she’d just admitted. She felt Matt nip with his teeth at her sore pink ass and knew what that meant without asking, so she repositioned her face so he could see hers.
“No hiding here. It’s all open and honest between us, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now climb up onto the bed and lie down in the middle, face up. Be gentle, your ass is going to smart for a while.” Moving to get her legs on the mattress, she crawled to the middle of the big antique bed and lay down.
“I’m going to tie your hands together. I’m not going to knot it or anything. I’m just going to wrap it around your wrists and place your hands over your head. Until you really know me and trust me, anything I tie you with, will be easy to pull out of if you need to, or just use your safe word and I’ll have you out in a second. Are you comfortable with that?”
She thought about it for a few seconds. Looking into Matt’s face she saw the concern, but she also saw the kindness and caring that she always wanted to see in a man’s eyes. Bree wanted the man who she was with intimately to have that look and Matt had it. She was comforted by it and felt safe. Bree knew he was trying to make everything easy for her. She wanted to do the same for him.
“Yes, I’m ok with that.”
Matt kissed her as he took the cotton belt in his hand. He took both her wrists and brought them up closer to his face, then, he leaned down and kissed one wrist and then the other. He took the belt and encircled her wrists with it. It wrapped around her wrists multiple times and he just tucked the tails into the palms of her hands. His voice was sterner than he intended as he gave his next direction.
“Now place your hands up over your head and keep them there.”
When he saw the questioning look on her face, he gave her a quick wink to show he wasn’t upset. Standing up, he moved to the bottom of the bed. Then he continued with his directives and his plan. “Give me your foot please.”
She lifted her leg slightly and placed her foot in his hand. He lifted her leg higher until he was able to easily bend his neck and kiss the sole. Then he drew his tongue over the instep of her foot and placed the long leather belt around her ankle, slipping the rest under and over the wooden cross board at the bottom of the bed. He moved to her right foot and did the same, pulling the excess leather strip until her legs parted.
“Spread your legs to the sides of the bed for me. Remember if you tug on your feet, you’ll be able to get out of the belt. I just want you to feel the emotional, psychological, and sexual freedom of being restrained. All you need to do is use your safe word if you need them off.”
Matt pulled his boots and socks off, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the bedpost. Bare chested, with only his jeans on, he looked very sexy. His lower abdomen had a triangular patch of hair that led the eye directly to his waistband and Bree’s eyes followed it. Matt was watching her reaction and took his time, unbuttoning his pants. She licked her lips and he held back his smile as he went to unzip. Then he had second thoughts and left his jeans zipped. He climbed on the bed and positioned himself between her legs.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured. He slid his hands up each leg and gently caressed her calf muscles. He traced his
fingers over her knees, then up the front of her thighs as he massaged the top of her legs and squeezed her flesh between his fingers and thumbs. Moving his hands to the insides of her thighs, he placed them under and behind her buttocks manipulating the pillows of flesh in his hands. He lay down between her legs and lifted her pelvis off the bed. Cradling her ass in his hands, he held her still.
“You smell like coconut,” he snickered as he took a deep breath, “let’s see if you taste like coconut.”
He looked up at Bree and made eye contact for a few seconds before he lowered his head down and kissed her mound. She tried to pull back, but his hands held her up. He looked up at her again and licked his lips. “Bree, I’m going to show you just how you should be made love to. First, I’m going to love you with my mouth, then with my fingers, later after we fuck, I’ll make love to you with my cock. Right now darlin’, you’ll come before I even get unzipped.”
He no sooner completed his sentence when he heard Bree moan, “Oh fuck Matt!” and he felt her body shudder in response to his words. He laughed lightly. “You like that idea, do you? Then you’re going to love what I’m about to do next.”
She tried to push her legs together, but his shoulders were wedged between her thighs and he was having none of that. “No use honey, this is going to take a while, so relax and enjoy. I like to go slow and easy, to tease, to torment, to even frustrate and torture a little, but only in a good way.”
That said, he started to show her what he meant. He kissed up her thighs and over her mound. He rubbed his face between her legs and took deep breaths of her scent. Kissing her labia he lightly bit one side. He moved to the left lip and took it between his teeth as he bit it; he pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it like most people would suck on an earlobe. He pulled back until her flesh was taut and then a little more until if finally popped free from between his teeth. She cried out and bucked her hips as he slowly licked up her slit with the tip of his tongue. Then he spread her sex and lightly blew along her folds.
Softly he applied little kisses to her pussy, then her pubis, he peeked up and caught her gaze as she watched every move he made. He smiled. “You ok?”
She nodded and answered, “Yes.” He winked at her as he continued his path of kisses and nibbles along her abdomen and ribs.
When he reached her breasts he grabbed them both in his hands and started kneading her flesh, gently at first, then more forcefully until her nipples were protruding. He grasped them and rolled them between his fingers. “Please Matt,” Bree called out to him.
“Please what honey? Tell me what it is you want.” He watched as she twisted her head side to side as he pinched down on her erect nipples. When she didn’t answer, he pinched a little tighter and she arched off the bed.
“Oh god!” she cried out, “Please Matt, take me already.”
He wanted her to give him more than ‘take me already.’ He continued to torment her. He took a nipple into his mouth and suckled it, harder and harder until her breathing was audible and she was moaning between breaths. Then he bit her lightly, slowly increasing the pressure on her left nub between his fingers and the right between his teeth. She actually hissed as he slid his teeth sideways across her little erect nipple.
“Please fuck me! Please Matt, fuck me!” Bree was at the edge and she couldn’t control her own body. She was soaked since her spanking and yet she could feel herself producing more sex juice that seemed to flow uncontrollably from her. Her muscles trembled and she felt like there was an electrical pulsation in her vagina sending out little shock waves. Matt slid down her body and took her sex in his mouth. Placing as much of her pussy in contact with his lips, he puffed warm air over her. She arched into his mouth and he licked her with the flat of his tongue several times, tasting every drop of wetness that leaked from her.
“You’re fucking delicious Bree. You taste wonderful,” he growled, “I could tongue fuck you forever.” Then he slid his tongue into her vagina and started to pulse it in and out of her. He increased his speed until she started to whimper. He moved to her clit and suckled it building up intensity as his fingers glided into her wet hole. He slid them in until he found what he was looking for, the slightly ridged firm node of flesh on the front wall of her vagina. He sucked and tongued her clit while his fingers massaged her insides harder and harder.
“Oh please god!” she called out to him, “Please Matt, please.”
He showed her mercy by increasing his massage and whipping his tongue across and around her clit until she cried out and her body spasmed. Her hips flexed up and her legs shook against the sides of his head.
Bree screamed out, “Oh Fuck!” as she finally reached orgasm.
He slowed his movements, but didn’t stop until her body calmed. He raised himself to his knees and unzipped his pants. She looked at him in bewilderment. “I told you I’d make you come before I even unzipped my pants. I always keep my promises.”
Before he removed his he jeans, he asked Bree a question she hadn’t expected. “Honey are you on birth control?”
She blushed again. “Yes, the pill.”
“I’ll wear a condom for now,” he said as he pulled a few from his back pocket, “but we’ll have to talk about some blood tests and then negotiate that in the future.” He slid his jeans and briefs off in one smooth movement. He untied her legs and said, “Give me your hands.”
Bree brought her arms down as he untied her wrists and massaged them to make sure the circulation was good. He talked to her as his body covered hers. “Now, we’re going to fuck Bree. Not make love, but fuck.” He grabbed his cock and placed the condom before positioning himself.
He reached between them and slid his cock along her slit; she pushed down as he did. Matt looked at her face and her eyes were closed. “Open your eyes,” was all he said as he pushed his cock into her the second she looked at him. Her face tensed for just a second at the pressure and stretch she felt from accepting him so quickly and she closed her eyes for a second. “Open your eyes,” he repeated as he pulled back. “Don’t close them again,” he commanded as he thrust back in to her.
He began to push into her faster and harder with each thrust. He adjusted to place his weight on his forearms, but he continued to thrust his hips and pelvis forward, at times hitting off her pubic bone. He fucked her hard, but she stayed with him for every move and never once lost eye contact. She dug her nails into his back as she climaxed for the second time. As she did, Matt moaned and came seconds later as she dragged her nails down his back leaving red welts in their path.
He collapsed on her. Both tired after a busy day, topped off by all of the teasing, foreplay, and sex. They lay in each other’s arms and fell asleep for a few hours before Matt woke. He woke Bree and made love to her for the first time. “Fucking is different from making love Bree; both are great, but very different. How are you feeling? What are you thinking?”
“I feel like I’ve been awakened from an old life and thrust into a new one. I’m thinking how much I enjoy it and how I can’t believe I waited so long to even think that I could have something more.” Matt heard the emotion in her voice. He pulled her close and spooned her in his arms.
They spent the rest of the early morning talking about the things they could do together. Matt told her to ask any questions she had and she did. He explained the types of things he would like and she agreed to try most of them. He told her if she tried something and didn’t want to do it again that was one thing, but to say no without at least trying it, was reserved for things you were really sure you wouldn’t enjoy at all. They spoke of limits, hard and soft, of likes, dislikes and fantasies they would both like to explore.
When it came time to actually get out of bed and get ready to leave for their jump time, Matt had explained a lot about his life choice and much of what it entailed. Bree now knew what bite blocks, ball gags, and ring gags were, and their usage. She understood what a spreader bar was, what D rings were, and that there were all kinds o
f wrist restraints from metal handcuffs to soft and hard leather cuffs, to simple rope and ribbon. She knew what arm and leg sleeves were used for and what type of rope Matt preferred to use when binding a woman. They discussed vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs. She actually said ‘yucky,’ when he told her about the use of butt plugs and anal stimulation.
He laughed and said, “We’ll see how you feel about that at a later time. I’m willing to bet you’ll change your mind if you give it a chance.”
She shook her head no and scrunched up her nose at the idea. Then he kissed her and slid his hands between her legs and gently stroked her. He whispered in her ear, “If I asked nice, would you at least try it for me once before making your decision?”
He licked her neck and slipped his finger between her folds as she moaned out the words, “Maybe once.”
When they finished with their third round, Matt suggested a shower before they needed to head out to the air strip. In the shower, Matt washed Bree with the body soap as he talked and massaged her flesh. “So, any more questions about what we discussed earlier?”
“I’m sure I will have, but right now, I think you answered everything. Maybe just one about that spreader bar.”
Matt smiled. This was the fourth question she had about the spreader bar. “Can you really hang someone upside down with it and it won’t hurt their ankles or legs?”
“Yes. If you do it right and have the cuffs placed properly and the body weight distributed, it’s done without too much difficulty. But I told you, they’re not always used in suspension. Most often they’re used for simple positioning and maintenance of a certain pose.”
“I guess you would refer to it as ‘simple’ when you’re not the one spread wide open,” she said a little too snarky.
“How’s your butt feeling this morning?” he said, as he started to wash and massage his hands over it. He smiled at the lingering redness from last night’s activities.
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