A chuckle escaped Trevor. He continued, ‘What punishment do you think is appropriate for your sin?’
Darn, more thinking. ‘A spanking?’ she asked.
‘Agreed. A spanking for starters and more, much more. You debauched them, so, as a punishment, you will be debauched in turn, by me. As you assure me that they were willing, or eager even, so shall it be with you. I’m going to test your limits, madam. I am going to subject you to the deepest humiliation and most extreme depravity a man can inflict on a woman, but in no way more than you secretly crave. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Trevor. Thank you, Trevor. Will it hurt?’
‘You want it to, don’t you?’ he stated.
‘I’m not sure.’
‘Well, we’ll just have to find out. He spread his knees and patted his left thigh. ‘Lie across here, Amanda.’
She obeyed, trembling. His leg was solid and bulky under her tummy. As best she could, Amanda tried to relax and just hang over his leg with her hair brushing the carpet and her toes touching the floor. His big hand smoothed up the backs of her thighs, pushing her flimsy little skirt up on to her back. Feeling suddenly very vulnerable, Amanda jerked on her manacles. It did nothing but hurt her wrists.
She felt thick fingers hook into the waistband of her thong and drag it down to dangle around her knees. The night he’d caught her searching desks, he’d put his hand up under her skirt to touch her, but he hadn’t actually inspected her bottom the way it seemed he was doing now.
‘Are you ready to be spanked?’ he asked.
Amanda nodded. Time to close her eyes and plunge off the platform.
Trevor raised his hand.
‘Oh! I wanted to ask a question!’ She wasn’t ready – she needed more time; she was too scared. ‘How many am I to have?’
‘Forty, for a start.’
Jesus … She shivered. ‘On each cheek, or total?’
His hand came to gently rest on her bottom. ‘You’ve got such a dainty little bum, my hand pretty well covers it all, so the forty will be on both cheeks at once.’ His voice was low, a soothing rumble. He caressed her supple curves as if testing her flesh for resilience. Are you ready to be spanked?’
Once again Amanda nodded.
‘Remember what you told that lad, about smacks clipping Nola’s pussy lips?’
Amanda groaned. What had seemed quite tolerable when she was handing it out seemed absolutely cruel now that she was to be on the receiving end.
From the feel of it, he swung horizontally, clipping the under-sides of her bottom cheeks and rocking her across his thigh. ‘One,’ he said.
It stung! How could she have thought there could be pleasure in it? She remembered Nola’s joy. Maybe it got better?
Trevor’s second slap landed a bit higher, where her bottom was at its fullest and roundest. The third struck her again where the first had. Amanda’s bottom burnt.
Against her own will, her legs bent up protectively. Trevor hooked his right calf over them and forced them back down without losing his slow steady rhythm. Helplessly she writhed to try to escape the relentless rain of pain. It seemed as if her bottom had blossomed so that the smacks now landed sooner than before, and that it glowed from the heat of the beating. The glow began to spread, down and then between her thighs, from the surface in, until not only her skin but her insides were on fire and her blood simmered.
Amanda began to drift. Each stinging slap sent her deeper into a rosy fugue-state.
She lost count. She didn’t care. It didn’t hurt any more, quite the opposite. It was delicious. God, Trevor was wonderful! She’d never had a lover like him. Submitting to him was rapture.
Amanda climaxed, a short hard convulsion that came and went almost before she realised it. It was effortless. She burst into tears at the ease of it.
Her sobs did nothing to slow him down. If anything, they spurred him on. The spanking continued. Lust, reignited, seared through her veins. Darling Trevor! Whatever he wanted from her, no matter how depraved, she would do for him. Anything, Christ, anything, just so long as he promised to always make her feel like this.
Another orgasm was building, like a tornado it whirled faster, almost ready to touch ground. Amanda squirmed, trying to rub herself on the hard muscle of his thigh. The climax eluded her. Sudden desperation. The smacks to her ass started to hurt again. She’d never been so tender in all her life. It was cruel – he was cruel and once she’d come she’d say so. She managed to position herself so that her red-hot clit was squashed with each blow. So close … Amanda was making little wet sounds with her mouth and what was the wet on her cheeks? Tears? Never mind. So close … so close …
The spanking stopped. Her precious orgasm retreated. She babbled, ‘More, please, Trevor. Just a few more?’
He gathered her up in his arms and cuddled her head to his massive chest. His body felt like a thinly padded, leather-covered brick wall. ‘Greedy girl. Perhaps I’ll spank you again later, but for your first I promised you exactly forty smacks and I always keep my word. That was your first proper spanking, as an adult, wasn’t it?’
She nodded.
‘You were very brave, Amanda. I’m proud of you. It’s a shame that you had to wait so long to find out.’
‘Find out?’ Her head was thick, as if she’d just woken up. ‘Find out what?’
‘That you’re a pain-slut.’
‘Really?’ She frowned. ‘What’s that?’
Trevor laughed. ‘It’s just what it sounds like, silly. You get off on pain.’
She tried to hide her face in his shirt, suddenly embarrassed.
‘Hey, be happy. It’s a special gift. There are pleasures available to you that a lot of women are denied.’
‘OK.’ Amanda’s voice was muffled. She pressed as close to him as she could get. Trevor rocked her in his arms and smoothed her hair. Amanda felt like a girl who’d done something really clever and now was being properly appreciated for it by some big important man.
He was hard under her bare and tender bottom. She wriggled until she’d trapped his length between the cheeks of her burning bottom. Amanda wanted one thing only, to please him in some way that would make him keep appreciating her, just like this, for endless days to come. ‘Would you like me to suck you, Trevor? I’d like to, if you’d let me.’
‘You’re a good girl for asking and, later, you will, but I have other things in mind for now.’
She’d never offered her mouth to a man before and had it refused. Still, Amanda didn’t feel rejected. Trevor had planned things for them to do. That was as it should be. He’d command and she’d obey. With her young toys, Rupert, Paul and Nola, it was the other way around. Exerting command is just that – exertion. Surrendering could be physically strenuous but in all other ways, mentally and emotionally, it was incredibly relaxing.
Hm? What if she gave Nola to Trevor play with, sometime? It was within her power to do that. Nola would get a kick out of being humiliated by being ‘loaned out’. Would that be a good way for Amanda to express how she felt about the big man? Come to that, how did she feel about him? Was it love? But yesterday and that very morning she’d sworn she was in love with Meg. Did she even want to be in love? She’d ‘loved’ Roger and look where that had got her!
Damn! She was thinking! Being cuddled and stroked was lovely but, if Trevor didn’t do something sexy to her soon, she’d lose her beautiful blurriness. Amanda snuggled her face into the hollow of his muscular neck and lapped at his skin.
‘Fully recovered from your first spanking, are you? Ready for something else new?’
She whispered, ‘Yes please, Trevor.’
‘Very well.’ He stood up and deposited her on her feet. He slithered her thong down her calves to the floor. In a few deft movements, he’d stripped naked.
His body was gorgeous! Perhaps it was because of his work as a stuntman that he’d shaved or waxed his sculptured chest. His pecs were hard plates with tiny dark nipples like raisins. His ab
domen was ridged, like a sandy beach after the tide has retreated. His thighs would have filled jodhpurs. She knew that he was hung – she’d had it in her mouth, after all – but even half-erect and drooping it was much longer now than she remembered it being. Of course, last time he’d still had his pants on. It seemed that he’d only showed her half the package that night.
Amanda fought the urge to drop to her knees and worship it. Her tongue ached to lick and her lips to surround and her mouth to adore it. First she was eager to trace the prominent veins that made fascinating ridges up its entire thick length.
Jesus. Unless she was very mistaken, she was going to be forced to take that powerful monster up her bum! Maybe she should have had Rupert or Paul take her bottom’s cherry first. Oh well! It was too late now. She’d never refuse Trevor.
He took her by her hair to the edge of the table. She stood where he left her while he grabbed a cushion and set it in front of her. Then he pushed her forwards until the fronts of her thighs pressed against the now cushioned edge. Lifting her wrists and pressing down on her head, Trevor bent her over to squish her breasts flat on the hard wood.
‘Brace yourself.’
That was a pretty unceremonious way for him to announce that he was about to bugger her! Amanda stiffened her legs and gritted her teeth. His belly brushed against her back. It was coming!
The sensation of his hard wet knob pushing against the lips of her pussy seemed anticlimactic. Then it wasn’t. He was entering her slowly but the thickness of him distended her pussy further than it had ever been stretched, and deeper, much deeper. Amanda felt as if she’d been impaled by a warm smooth log.
‘You’re very tight,’ he said.
‘Mm. You’re so big,’ she said.
His hand pulled her hair back, arching her. His other arm wrapped around her hips, its hand spread wide over her tummy, bracing her and locking her in position. One finger found her hot spot.
He rocked. Amanda moaned. The fingertip rotated, then flicked from side to side. The way Trevor was moving, so slowly and so controlled, he’d never reach a climax. Amanda tried to squeeze him but she was so dilated her internal muscles had no strength.
The only part of either of them that was moving with any speed was that flickering fingertip, driving her higher and higher and higher again …
Until it stilled.
Trevor crooned into her ear, ‘Poor baby.’
She tried to push back at him but, with his strength and weight, she doubted he noticed her efforts.
The finger began to rotate again. Perhaps … But no. He was pulling back. She tried to wriggle, to no avail. His muscles held her as securely as his handcuffs held her wrists. Goddam it, was he ever going to let her come.
He reached past her to the dish of butter. Amanda knew what that meant, but denied it. It was something she’d thought she wanted to try but, now that it was imminent, it didn’t seem like a very good idea. She retreated into a place where she could feel but where she couldn’t form a single coherent thought.
Something parted the cheeks of her bottom. Cold slipperiness was slathered over her tight knot. Something thick prodded the greasy stuff up into her and then pushed deeper and deeper, oiling her hot dry inner tunnel. The invader pulled out, leaving a vacuum of need behind.
Something really big pressed against her sphincter. Her knot tightened by reflex but Amanda knew that was wrong. It had to relax. Relax. The big intruder was inexorable. It forced her weak female flesh to part, to yield to its superior male strength.
Her back passage was pierced by the invader. It hurt. He pulled back a fraction, then pressed forwards, deeper. She was being stretched wide to accommodate him. It didn’t hurt as much. Again he pulled back a fraction, then thrust all the way in. God. She was being violated and it was absolutely delicious.
Something slippery was tantalising her joy-button. A kind voice murmured in her ear, though she had no idea what it said. The thing that had claimed her back passage reached its greatest depth and paused. Gradually, as her body accommodated itself to the obscenity of its desecration, Amanda drifted back to full consciousness.
‘Are you all right?’ Trevor asked.
She nodded.
His hips moved forwards an inch and then drew back again. ‘Do you want me to?’
Amanda summoned the ability to speak. ‘Yes. Do it, please. I want to fuck like this. I can do it if you make me, so make me do it.’
‘Good girl.’
His thrusts started slowly and gently but rapidly became faster and fiercer. Despite the lubricating butter, her tunnel clung to his shaft, so that each deep impalement and partial withdrawal seemed to move her entire insides. His fingertip punished her button until pleasure bordered on pain in not one but two places. With each stroke, his swaying balls slapped against the swollen lips of her sex.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ It was her voice, muttering, rising with each expletive, growing louder with the climax that rose like the tide from the place where his finger touched her, and the place where he plundered her bum. It raged like a stormy sea, each wave crashing closer to the surface, pounding in her ears so she had to shout to be heard over the noise, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ until she drowned.
Amanda was sated, floating in a warm dream state, without a care in the world. She was boneless, completely limp.
Trevor lifted her into his arms. ‘Are you OK, Amanda?’
She could feel his erection’s hard wet crown tap against the base of her spine. Somehow, she managed to croak, ‘Blissed. Totally blissed.’
He chuckled. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment. Up to bed with you.’
‘But what about you? You haven’t …’
‘For a nap, that’s all. We’ve lots of time, and I want you to be fully alert.’
14
AMANDA WOKE UP in her bed feeling a pang of guilt. As far as she knew, Trevor hadn’t climaxed yet. How long had she neglected him for? The bedside clock told her it was a few minutes after midnight. She couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour. Amanda was naked now, no stretchy top, no handcuffs and no hose. He’d undressed her and put her to bed.
Amanda rolled on to her side and reached back to palm her own bottom. It was not much warmer than usual, despite the severe spanking it had endured. She worked a finger between her bum-cheeks. Her knot felt no different than when it had been innocent. She contracted the muscles in her rectum experimentally. As far as she could tell, it was still as tight as it had been when she’d been a virgin back there. She tried relaxing her opening. Ah! There was a difference. The next time Trevor, or someone, pushed into her back there, he’d encounter less resistance.
Unless she wanted there to be.
Water started running in her ensuite bathroom. Amanda relaxed. That was OK then. Trevor was just taking a shower and would be back with her soon. She hadn’t failed him – and there would be more pleasure yet to come!
She leapt from bed and dashed to her dressing-table for half a dozen miniature breath mints, a spritz of Joy in her hair and a quick repair job on her makeup. The water stopped. Amanda threw herself back into bed, pulled the covers up to just below her navel and posed prettily for him.
Trevor came in damp and naked, towelling his hair. His magnificent purple-crowned stem wagged at her. That oversized shaft had been all the way up her back passage. She’d taken the whole damned thing, to the very hilt, and she hadn’t cried out or begged for mercy. That was pretty impressive!
‘You’re quite the little switch, you know,’ he said.
‘What does that mean?’ She was pretty sure he meant it as a compliment, whatever it was.
‘When I saw you with Rupert and Nola, you were so dominant I wondered what had happened to the sweetest little submissive I’d ever met!’
Trevor strode to the bed and threw her bedclothes aside. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her face up to his. Amanda realised that Trevor had fucked her face, pussy and bum, but he hadn’t kissed
her, not once.
Her mouth started to water even before his lips met hers, even before his thick tongue pushed its demanding way into her mouth. His hand cupped her left breast firmly but gently. It was a delicate fluttering thing that wasn’t being crushed, despite the power of its captor. It was safe simply because the hand that held it cherished it. If he hadn’t been so careful, his strength could easily have ruined her tender flesh.
Amanda groped with both hands and found his shaft and his huge swaying balls. One hand stroked, the other jiggled. Her subtle caresses seemed to spur on the tongue that mastered her mouth. It lifted her tongue and sought out the nectar that was pooling beneath it. She began to pant. At the same time, she was filled with pride. Her weak little hands were exciting a man who could have broken her with a careless gesture. It was like making love to a lion. The peril compounded the pleasure.
Trevor broke the kiss, grabbed her left leg just above her knee in his left hand and lifted it until only her shoulders and neck were still resting on the bed. Her right leg flailed in the air. His right hand pushed it down, and wide. In his grip, Amanda was no more than an anatomically correct rag doll, and he was inspecting her most anatomically correct parts. She relaxed as best she could in that awkward half-suspended position.
His hand turned, casually flipping her over on to her face. ‘There’s hardly a mark on your bum now, just a trace of blush,’ he observed. ‘You heal quickly.’ He turned her back. ‘Keep those lovely thighs spread wide apart.’
Amanda stiffened. Trevor’s hand rose and fell. Three powerful fingers smacked her, right on her sex. That blow was followed by a staccato tattoo of short sharp slaps. Sometimes Amanda masturbated that way, with a carefully controlled two-finger spanking on her sex, usually aimed directly at her clit. His blows were twice as hard and twice as fast and covered the entire delicate area. Within moments, her outer lips pouted and she was so wet his fingers splattered each time they landed.
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