by John Rivers
After a few minutes, the head of the plug slipped over her sphincter and seated itself inside the rectum. Everything was going smoothly.
“Sue, how did they spank you? Did they spank you all at one time or did they spank you a little along?”
“Both,” was all she had to say.
“Ok, I’ve got the dilator in your butt as I’m sure you can feel. Before we start inflating it, I’m going to spank you a little. I going to spank you right where you’re at. Ok?” I might would have rubbed her breast before I commenced with the spanking had she not been doing such a good job of that herself.
I could only spank one cheek at the time considering the device in her rectum, but that was alright. I intended to spank her much better once I let her off the table and had removed the plug.
I spanked her just enough to get a little color in each neither cheek. I had had to stand and twist around to deliver the little swats to her butt. Now that I was ready to continue the dilation, I reclaimed my seat. I squeezed the bulb a couple of times and then pulled it out of the anus. As it had done with the younger woman whom I had used it on, it spread the opening to an unbelievable diameter as it passed through. The opening would then close again. Although it was not gaping like that of porn stars in the videos, it would be sufficiently opened to take what I intended to put in it. I figured it was time to give Sue a real spanking.
“You ready for a spanking, Sue.”
“Yes.” It was almost a whisper.
After I had her up right and on her feet, I made a sweep of my hand to indicate the different equipment scattered about. “We can use anything you like. The most humiliating position, next to the one you were just in, is riding the horse. It turns you butt up higher than you head. I can give you a good spanking there. When you were spanked, were you on your knees or your back? I assume they used their hands.”
“They spanked me on my knees as well as my back. One would hold up my legs so the other could spank my bottom. They use their hands. You’ll have to use your hand. Please, whatever you do, don’t bruise my bottom.”
“Why don’t we let you ride the horse for a start. Later we can put you on your back on this table.” I pointed to the table with the uprights. “When you’re ready for me to put it in, you can get on your knees in the same place.”
Once Sue was mounted on the horse, I rubbed her nether cheeks for a moment before I spread them to take another look at her butthole. It was hard to tell if my work had paid off. She had instructed me, and I want to follow her wishes to not bruise her. Once I had given her already pinkish buttocks a reddish hue, I stopped.
I rubbed them for a couple of minutes and told her to dismount. I then instructed her to go to the table. I let her lie on her back while I lifted her legs and spanked her some more. It wouldn’t be long before we wrapped this thing up. After this spanking, I was going to put it in her.
I screwed Sue in her butt for the better portion of an hour. When I put my mind to it, I can have significant staying power. I might have lasted longer if she hadn’t kept crying, “Fuck my asshole, fuck my asshole, fuck my asshole,” all while I was fucking her asshole. Her uttering finally excited me to the point I lost control.
After we both climaxed, we collapsed atop the leather covered table and sort of enjoyed the afterglow. I asked her if it had been anything like she had anticipated. She said it had exceeded her wildest expectations. She allowed her butt would be sore for a few days, but it had been worth it. Even before I got my second wind, I was thinking how I’d like to do it again. I asked if she would like an encore. Yes, she would, she allowed, but could I put it in the front this time. She had all she could take in the back.
I didn’t tell her, but that was what I had intended all along. When she turned it up to me, I had intended to move it an inch or so and take her in the front. A few minutes later, I went and changed my condom for obvious reasons. By now I had another erection. Sue liked it on her knee regardless of how she was taking it and that was the way she presented it to me. Although I wasn’t keeping track of time, I like to think I did last an hour. I might have lasted longer if she hadn’t started crying, “Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.”
Sue seemed happy when she left. She promised to come back to see me the next time she was in town. After she was gone, I found five one-hundred-dollar bills lying on the bar that hadn’t been there this morning.
Chapter Thirteen
That afternoon my new best buddy called. “Hey, how’s it going, pal?”
“Everything is copasetic as the dickens here, John. How’s things with you”
“Couldn’t be better. Let me ask you a question. Have you caned anyone yet?”
“No. I haven’t had that pleasure. I’m not sure I could do it right if I did. I’m not that much of a sadist.”
John laughed. “You know what a sadist is? That’s someone who’s kind to a masochist.”
“Can’t argue with you there, I suppose.”
“Ask you another question. Have you had any fat women?”
I thought about that for a moment. “Not really. I had a black girl who was just big. Maybe six feet. She was flabby in certain places, but not by much. Why?”
“Well, since you haven’t caned anyone yet, you probably need a lesson in it. It takes a certain amount of finesse. How would you like a lesson?”
“Sure,” I offered after a little hesitation. “What do you have in mind.”
“Ok. I have this girl—young lady, I should say because she’s grown. I have been caning her regularly for going on two years now. After one of her sessions we were talking and the subject came up about people growing tired of the same sex partner. We both agreed it was much like having the same person administer discipline. I asked her if she would like to have a younger man give her a caning. She said yes, she would like that. I told her about you.” John paused.
“Ok,” I offered, waiting to hear more.
“Well, what I thought we could come there and I would give you some pointers and administer the first couple of blows. Then it would be up to you to finish. What do you think about that?”
“I’m game for anything, John, as long as it doesn’t hurt.” The words were barely out of my mouth before I realized I’d made a pun.
“Ouch, that’s a good one—if it doesn’t hurt,” John laughed. “I promise you won’t feel a thing. I can’t promise Amanda the same. That’s her name—Amanda.”
I laughed at my own choice of words.
“Now, I asked you about fat girls. Miss Amanda is—how should I say it—Rubenesque. Extremely Rubenesque.”
“In other words, she’s fat?”
“She’s fat,” John said.
“Sounds interesting,” I offered with a chuckle. “I haven’t seen a lot of naked fat girls.”
John laughed as well. “Alright, buddy. We’ll be over this afternoon.”
John showed up on my doorstep late that afternoon. He had Amanda with him. Any nosy neighbors might have assumed she was his daughter. Of course, my neighbors didn’t live close enough to satisfy any nosiness. Then, I guess they could have used binoculars.
The girl wasn’t nearly as large as I had envisioned. However, she was extremely chubby. I wondered if that had anything to do with her submissive fetish. For some reason, I hoped not. She was sort of pretty in the face. I wondered if she had a boyfriend or a husband.
As had become my habit, I led them to the kitchen. I was more comfortable there. I also like the fact I had the breakfast bar to set anything I or my guests might be drinking. I offered both a glass of wine. John accepted. Amanda declined.
We chatted a while without Amanda saying much. They hadn’t been there long when I started to wonder when John would proceed with this thing. He must have read my mind.
“Gordon, you mind if we do this up here? We don’t need any of the tables or equipment downstairs. Amanda usually just bends over for her caning. I usually don’t have to tie her hands to her ankles. If s
he gets to moving around too much, I will.”
I had no objections.
“If you don’t mind, let me borrow your key and I’ll run downstairs and get a cane. I didn’t think you would want your neighbors seeing me bring in something like that. Amanda, why don’t you go ahead and take off your clothes for Gordon. Once you do that, go ahead and assume the position. I’ll be right back.”
“You can lay your things on the dining table, Amanda.” I pointed at the large table across the room, which I had never used.
“Yes, sir,” she said and slipped her blouse over her head.
I watched as Amanda, having now moved over to the table, unhooked her bra, slipped off her blue jeans and panties. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see another pair of thigh-highs had I not already noted the joggers on her feet. For some reason, she had left on the shoes. Once nude, without further ado, she took a position in the middle of the kitchen floor near the cabinet. Apparently, she was leaving room for the cane to be applied.
Spreading her legs, she then bent over and grasped her ankles. I understood now why she had left on the joggers. Spread out like she was, they prevented her feet from sliding. Then maybe not. Like most people, not able to completely bend at the hips, she had to bend her knees a little. This pushed her ample size bottom outward. In this positon, her vagina was prominent from the rear. There was no practical reason for her to assume this position now, but John had instructed her to do so to add to her degradation. This was part of the game.
Two weeks ago, if had I came upon this scene: an overweight naked woman in joggers, bent over, her breast hanging, her vagina displayed between two fleshy thighs, her anus peeking from between two oversize nether cheeks, I would have had the shock of my life. As it was now, I seemed to be getting used to things like this. Nonetheless, I found myself becoming aroused.
I was curious about something. I also wanted to break the silence. “Amanda, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yes, sir,” was all I got out of her.
“What does he think about this?”
“I haven’t told him, sir.”
I wanted to ask how he could miss seeing the marks on a caned bottom, but John returned about that time. He had a cane and a ball gag.
“Sometimes Amanda takes a notion to scream. I like to nip that in the bud.” Taking the ball gag, he walked between Amanda and the counter. “Open up, sugar booger.” She lifted her head and opened her mouth to accept the gag. “I think we’re ready to go.”
“Ok, Gordon. I’m going to do give her a few strokes to show you how it’s done. When you make a lick, don’t swing it like an ax. Swing it like a gold club. In other words, hold it loosely in your hand. Like this.” He swatted across Amanda’s buttocks. Waiting a few seconds, he delivered another blow.”
“Now, you do different people different ways. You can whip them with this just like you do with a whip. You can put them on a horse. You can suspend them. Just whatever you want to do. “Also, with Amanda, I do her between the buttocks as well. Amanda, spread your cheeks for me.”
When the overweigh girl reached back to separate her buttocks, John dropped to one knee behind her. Holding the cane vertical, he swatted her in that delicate area several times. I flinched with each blow.
Satisfied to simply watch, I wasn’t eager to join in this scene, but John offered me the piece of bamboo. Since all this was for my benefit, I felt sort of obligated. I stood and took the cane. Aligning it to my satisfaction, I swatted Amanda’s broad behind with a blow that had to hurt.
John took a seat on the barstool where I had been sitting. Taking a sip of wine, he offered, “This isn’t anything, old buddy. If you’d like to take a ride sometimes in the near future, I’ll take you to a place out in the desert where they not only do this, but also flog women. Have you ever seen one of those kinds of movies? Well, that’s one of the places where they make them.”
I had no doubt he would know.
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Pleasure Dungeon II : The Naughty Lady Gets a Spanking
*Author’s note: This book is intended strictly for adults. *
Chapter One
Approximately two weeks previous:
Lana hadn’t known what to expect when she first visited the dungeon and the man who owned it. She almost expected to find some shoddy little place inside a garage or even a spare bedroom. Had she ever been surprised. At first, she thought she might have gotten the address wrong. She double checked her note and this was the place. After she rang the bell, the door was answered by a nice-looking man a few years younger than herself. At least he was mature. She was glad of that. She wouldn’t have been surprised if someone dressed in leather had answered, but this man wore casual slacks and a golf shirt. From what she could see, he had no tattoos. Thank goodness.
After he lead her through what could have been anyone’s living room and on to the kitchen in back, he told her to have a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar.
The first thing she asked was, “Are we along?” She glanced around, as if to look for a wife or girlfriend. She didn’t see anyone.
“Yes, we are. Just you and myself. Would you like a glass of wine. It will help you to relax.”
Once she was holding a small glass of wine, she asked, “Where is your dungeon?”
“It’s downstairs. We’ll go there in a few minutes. First, might I ask what you’d like me to do for you?”
Lana was a little hesitant to respond. What she wanted was a little embarrassing, but she needed to make him aware. “I’d like a spanking,” she forced herself to say. “I’m a little embarrassed to tell someone.”
“Let me set you at ease. Most women who come here are wanting a spanking of some type or the other. Some call a whipping with a flogger a spanking. Some even call the use of a cane a spanking. There’s also different positions and state of undress. However, most all want to be nude.”
“I don’t think I want to be nude. However, I do want you to be the one to take off my panties and then lay me over your lap. I would like that better than taking off my panties myself. I’d sort of feel as if you were in charge of me.”
“That’s no problem. By the way, my name is Gordon. What would you like me to call you?”
“You mean my name?”
“If you like. Some people don’t like giving their real name. I just like to have something to call you.”
“Call me Susan.”
“All right, Susan. If you’re ready, we’ll go downstairs.”
Lana cum Susan was simply enthralled by the size of the dungeon. It was decadent and inviting. Her eyes scanned the various implement and apparatuses. Some she could guess what they were used for, some she couldn’t.
“I almost forgot to tell you. I can’t have my bottom showing I’ve had a spanking. Can you just do it lightly? If my husband saw my butt red or discolored, he’d kill me.”
“Sure,” Gordon agreed. “I’ll just spank it lightly and I’ll do other things to make it feel good.”
She was about to ask what other things, but didn’t. By now, Gordon had pulled a chair beneath an overhead light where the room was a little more illuminated. He motioned for Lana to stand before him.
“Ok, Susan. Why don’t you hold up your skirt while I pull down your panties?”
With a sense of anticipation, Lana gather her skirt about her waist. Taking his time, Gordon slowly worked her panties down to her ankles. “Step out of them,” he instructed.
Once she had done as he said, he told her to lie across his lap. Although this was what she wanted, this was the first time she had experienced the dynamics of situating herself across someone’s upper legs. Once she had placed most of her weight on him, she extended her arms to touch the floor. She could only find purchase with her fingertips. She rocked forward for a moment before he placed his left hand on her outer hip to hold her in place.
He first kneaded her nether cheeks. He then ran his hand over the mounds and let his fingertips touch the crevice
between. Once he had done this to his satisfaction, he gave her butt a light slap, but it was enough to stir her juices. As she was grinding her groin against his leg, she wondered why the man had not placed a towel across his lap. She had no doubt that before this was over, she’d be wet. He slapped her butt a couple more times and then began the kneading process again. This time, he separated her cheeks and ran his finger down the crevice, touching her anus and vagina. She shivered. It wouldn’t take much of this to bring her to a climax.
This slow and non-exertive session went on for several minutes, but then Gordon stopped. “I know that this is not as comfortable a position as one might think. Would you like to stand for a while? You might like bending over better. A lot of ladies like to bend over and touch the floor. After that, we can do this some more if you like.”
Lana thought about what she had once heard someone say: sex is 99 percent in the mind. She didn’t know about that, but after the initial motion of placing herself across this stranger’s lap, it wasn’t as erotic as she first envisioned. All her weight was on her belly, making it harder to breath. His knees poked her outer hip. Now that she had experienced the dynamics, it wasn’t as satisfying as she had thought it would be. Also, this dungeon didn’t have a dozen or so devices just so she could lie across this man’s lap like some school girl.
Pushing herself up, she stood. She held her skirt up about her waist, remaining nude from there down.
She spotted the triangular shaped object covered with a material that was either vinyl or leather. She was pretty sure how it was used, but asked anyway. “What is that?” she inquired, pointing.
“I call it a horse. Some people call it a spanking bench.”
“Could we use that?”
“You have to be naked to ride the horse.”
“Why would I have to be naked?”
“It’s the law,” he said with a chuckle.
