by Powerone
her, knowing that someone out there was watching her as James indulged in his pleasure with her.
"Only you and I, and hopefully we will cum many times." James laughed loudly, hoping to take some of the edge off.
She felt some relief, but there was still the worry over the bondage furniture. Carrie knew she would soon be bound naked and at James' mercy. Her pussy dripped with
desire. Carrie reached back and unzipped her dress, pulled it off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. She stood naked, no bra needed, her panties lying on the floor of the car. Only her high heels remained, knowing that James loved the way she looked in them, especially when she was naked. Carrie always felt a little shame in wearing them, naked and perched high on a pair of heels always made it seem so obscene. "Where do you want me?" Her nipples felt like they would explode, looking down to see the tips hard and pointed.
James could see the way she was trying to be brave, as if it was nothing to submit.
But he saw the fear in her eyes, James enjoyed knowing that she could not anticipate
what he would do to her. She would learn discipline tonight.
"Over here." He made Carrie lie on a wooden table, the back slanted up to support her back into a half-reclining and half-sitting position. The top had a pair of well-worn stocks, one for the neck and two for the wrists. He pushed the large stock in front until the two sides met, seeing Carrie gulp as the wood pushed against her neck. He arranged her hands until they were pointed up, locking the stock with a small padlock securing the two sides together.
She felt the rough wood on her ass, careful not to slide and get a sliver in her cheeks.
It was hard to get used to the wood pillory around her neck, gulping a few times until it passed. She tried to pull her hands out, but something kept them from sliding out, the wood pressing hard on her wrists until she could almost feel her heart thumping in the veins of her wrist. She looked down, but there was nothing to secure her feet. The table was low to the ground, not more than two feet high.
James kissed her softly surprising Carrie with the act of affection at this time. "Relax, we have a long night ahead of us." James stood back and took off his clothes, stroking his cock with broad strokes in front of her. Her head was at a convenient height to suck his cock, but that would be later. He stood in front of her. "Bring your legs up." He watched between her legs as she bent her knees, pulling them up, keeping them tightly together as if she could somehow preserve her innocence from his eyes. "Very lovely, but I want to see that lovely red haired pussy. Spread your legs apart." He looked at the way her breasts heaved up and down, Carrie was still trying to grow accustom to the pillory that fit tightly around her neck. Her legs spread, and James rubbed his cock from the head all the way down the shaft as her sweet pussy came into view. "Farther, real wide now Carrie."
Carrie tried to imagine what it would be like if others were in the room, watching her as she spread her legs so obscenely. Would James let them touch her? Or would it be he that made her perform in front of them? She felt her wet pussy lips separate, the cool air in the room blowing on her hot inner lips, wishing she could touch herself again. She couldn't look down, the pillory keeping her head up and rigid. She spread her legs wide until
James was pleased. She saw him move to the side of her, moving close to her.
James looked down at her. "Keep your legs open. No matter what I do!" Before she had a chance to respond, he slapped her inner thigh, his large hand leaving a pink imprint of the tender white flesh. Her legs closed instantly, trapping his hand between her thighs, her powerful muscles putting pressure on his hand. He didn't do anything. "I told you not to close your legs. The number will double. Now open them and keep them open."
She couldn't believe the pain from his hand, her silky thigh still aching. And what did he mean by the number will double. What was he going to do? She struggled in her mind, but James won, her legs spreading wide again, James removing his hand from between
them. She braced herself, knowing that was not a single slap. It didn't take long before James slapped her other thigh, the muscles in her thighs struggling to close, Carrie
grunting as she tried to obey.
Her legs closed a little, but she was trying. He tapped her inner thighs. "Wider. Much wider and keep them open. You must learn discipline." He waited until she complied, a frightened look on her face as she spread her legs. This time they spread wide, James
knowing that her crotch must ache from the wide spread. He could see her pussy lips
pulled wide apart, the dark forbidden hole opening. She was learning. "Remain still." He reached over, Carrie watching as he slapped her again, this time high up on one thigh, so very close to her pussy. Her body jerked, her muscles drawn taut, but she obeyed, her
legs spread wide.
"EEEEhhh," she cried out. She could feel the breeze of his hand as he slapped her on her thigh, catching her where her legs joined her crotch, a sharp pain on the most tender flesh, near her pussy. Another to the other side, her legs aching as she tried to keep the position.
"You're doing well Carrie. Now I'm going to work on your pussy. Twenty slaps, twice the number for disobeying me. Each one will grow increasingly harder. If you don't keep them spread, I will double the number each time you close them. I have all night. And your mouth is conveniently located should I feel the need to cum."
He couldn't be serious. Her pussy? He was going to spank her pussy! She looked at
him, his cock harder than she had ever seen it before, jutting out proudly in front of him, a cruel smile on his face. She was bound in his house, high up in the mountains. No one
would help her. "Please. Not there! It's too tender."
"Nonsense Carrie. There is nothing more enjoyable than spanking your pussy. Unless I desire to whip it. And with the way you are bound, I doubt you can do much to stop me except for close your legs. And that will only increase your punishment." Her body grew tense, her muscles all tight as his hand swung between her legs, her eyes following his every movement as his large hand swung between her widely spaced thighs. He caught
her pussy directly in the center, his hand smashing into the puffy lips of her pussy with a resounding smack that rang out in the loud room like the repeat of a rifle. He felt the wet slap, his palm covered with her juices. She might verbally protest this, but her wet pussy was saying a different thing.
Her body jerked, her ass pushed into the hard wood, a splinter puncturing her ass
cheek. But that was mild compared to the shock of his hand spanking her pussy. She felt her lips crush beneath his hand, the stinging flesh still resonating in her brain. He kept his hand on her mound, the pressure of the heel of his hand strangely discerning. She could taste blood in her mouth, Carrie was biting her lip to keep the screams from coming out.
She wanted so badly to close her legs, to trap his hand between them, to make him
masturbate her until she came. His hand pulled away, Carrie's hips moving forward,
pulling the splinter from her ass cheek. She kept her legs spread as she waited for James to spank her pussy again. Nineteen more times.
James looked at the wet spot on his hand. "Lovely Carrie. Your pussy is dripping wet.
This one will be harder." He didn't wait, swinging his hand, connecting with her wide spread crotch, slapping upward to catch her low down between her legs and pulling his
hand upward to make sure that he captured her lips. By the time he was finished, her
pussy lips would be large, swollen and very tender to the touch. So ripe for an orgasm.
Her body jerked up, her tits bouncing gently, Carrie's hands clenched tightly in the pillory.
Not a sound came from her mouth, but he could see the tears forming in her eyes. And
her legs began to tremble. Another slap, this one higher up, but stopping short of her clit.
He didn't want to give her that pleasure yet. He caught her square in her slit, smashin
g her wide spread lips, his fingers smashing into the tender flesh of her inner pussy. Her juices splashed onto the table, staining the wood with her arousal. Another one followed quicker and harder, her body jerking with each spank.
God, her sex was ablaze in pain. And wet! She couldn't believe it, but she didn't feel just the pain, she also felt pleasure. She lost count of how many times he spanked her but it must be at least ten. With ten to go! Her pussy felt like it was burning up, her lips swollen. She tried to look down but the pillory prevented her from seeing if he damaged her sex. James' cock leaked sperm from the end, the thick organ bouncing in front of him each time he spanked her pussy. He was enjoying her suffering. And she hated to admit
it, but she was too. She refused to cry out, biting her lip with each spank, tears staining her face. He was moving higher up. Moving closer to her clit. What would that feel like?
Her clit crushed beneath a powerful blow of his hand. Could he really make her cum while spanking her? She would be humiliated if she did that. What was he disciplining her for?
Was she just to be put on display for his friends?
James bent down, licking away the salty tears from her cheeks. "Ten more Carrie. Are you going to cum for me while I spank you? It's your clit on the next one. Raise your hips up for me. You know how much you like it when I'm rough on your pleasure button."
She did it without thinking, her ass rising up from the table, at least relieved that no more splinters would go into it. She could see her sex now, her legs spread wide and her pussy open. It was so red, not the white and pink like before. And her lips, they were twice their size, sticking up high in the air, her slit so much more pronounced. She waited, holding her breath. It happened suddenly, Carrie not even seeing it coming. "EEEGGG!"
She couldn't help it. His hand came slamming down on her pussy. So much harder than
before or at least it felt that way. Maybe it was just that she was getting more tender after the first ten spanks on her pussy. His hand felt like it was smashing her clit into her pelvic bone. And her clit, it felt like a stone as his hand hit it. The rest of his hand crushed her lips, James pressing his hand hard into her mound as she struggled to keep her ass up
high.
James could feel a change in Carrie. He had spanked her clit five times now, each
time Carrie keeping her ass raised up from the table. He would keep his hand pressed into her sex, his fingers pushed hard between her lips, the tip of two fingers pressing her clit into her pelvic bone, rubbing it back and forth. Instead of her ass rising up, it was moving from side to side after each spank, her clit rubbed by his fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing against the opening of her pussy. Her pussy dripped onto the table beneath her, a puddle now staining the wood. He had never seen a girl get so aroused, wondering what
she would be like when he whipped her pussy with the buggy whip. With it, he could
pinpoint the pain, paying special attention to the sensitive area of her perineum, her anus, her pussy and finally her clit. He was sure she would cum easily under the leather whip.
One of many times tonight.
She didn't know how many more times he was going to spank her pussy, but she
didn't care any longer. She just needed to cum. She was rubbing against the hand that
was spanking her, wanting the pleasure. Each time she was close, he would pull his hand away, another spanking on her pussy igniting the masochistic pleasure in her body. She wasn't sure what would make her cum first, the spanking or her erotic rubbing of her pussy on his hand. She no longer cared, her body drenched in sweat and her nipples begging to be touched. Even her anus throbbed, wishing James would touch her back there, probe
her with his finger and make her feel the power he had over her body.
It was the last one. The twentieth and the one that would make her cum. He knew her
body well enough to sense it. He swung hard, hitting her, Carrie arching up higher than usual, knowing what she wanted. Her legs spread obscenely, his hand catching her hard
in the center of her mound, two fingers slamming into her clit. She screamed, but not in pain. It was pleasure, her hands clenching, her back arching her tits out for any stimulation and her hips swung erratically from side to side in an orgasmic frenzy, humping his wet, punishing hand as she came loudly. If only his friends could see her this way. Her ass jerked up and down, James' hand gripping her pussy like a bowling ball with his fingers pressed into her tender flesh.
It hit her like a ton of bricks, the pain, the pleasure and her body jerking in an
animalistic frenzy. The orgasm washed over her body, her nipples feeling like they would explode, her rectum going into a series of spasms, her pussy trying to find anything to clamp down on. Her only regret was that she didn't have James' fat cock inside her, but she knew that would come soon. She finally collapsed into a heap on the table, feeling the puddle beneath her ass, ashamed at how her body had responded to the harsh treatment.
She looked at James, his hand stroking his cock. She opened her mouth, taking in the
thick organ, the last of her energy used to pleasure his cock with her mouth and tongue.
Once her orgasm was gone, he wasted no time in taking her in the mouth. Carrie
opened her mouth submissively, James kneeling in front of her. He had to do little except fuck her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out, her head having no place to go. He fucked her mouth, driving his cock in and out, and in spite of how much she tried to please him, it was her throat that brought him off. Or maybe it was her choking on it that did it and enjoying the power he had to take her in any manner he wanted. He made her hold her
mouth open, her tongue out as he pumped his cock. The first rope of sperm landed on her tongue with precision, the thick white sperm in contrast to her pink tongue. He continued to pump, the next one shooting out in a wide arc, some of it hitting the top of her nose, the rest going on her tongue. He pumped harder as he watched the thick sperm slowly drip
from her nose to her tongue, Carrie trying to shake it off. One more load and he was
finished, his wet cock still semi-hard. He pushed it back into her mouth.
He fucked her mouth. Hard, choking her as he shoved the thick head down into her
gullet. She remembered the movie Deep Throat, the girl having her clit in her throat. If only Carrie had the same affliction. Instead, she could only choke and gag on his thick flesh until he was ready to cum. She held her mouth open, her tongue out, James masturbating until he shot his sperm onto her tongue and face. She knew what to do when he was
finished, James already teaching her to clean his cock when he was done. It wasn't bad when he fucked her mouth or pussy. It was only bad when he fucked her in the ass, Carrie forced to clean his soiled cock.
She couldn't believe all of the ways he had bound her that weekend. Her body was
contorted in ways that she could never have fathomed. And the spanking had opened up
a new world for Carrie. Discipline. Not only did he spank her, but he whipped her. Carrie found herself bent over the large pillory, her head and hands held tight. James made the top go down, Carrie forced to bend over until her ass was up higher than her back, her hair touching the floor, the blood rushing to her brain. He spread her legs. Wide. Really wide. He showed her the buggy whip, slapping it against her side as he explained to her where he was going to use it. She already knew where. And she was to keep her legs
spread wide while he did.
James brought the whip up between her legs, the spread leaving her little protection
as the unyielding leather whip lashed hard between her widely spaced pussy lips. Her
body jerked, the pillory shaking as she screamed in pain. But her legs never closed. Ten times, he whipped her pussy, Carrie sobbing. James' cock grew hard. He put the whip
down, taking the oil and lubricating his cock. "I know how much you like my cock in your ass."
She
had little choice, bent over, her ass shoved up so high as if she were offering up her anus for his cock. And her pussy ached, a deep ache, wishing James would take her
in her pussy instead of her ass. She grunted loudly as he impaled her in one powerful
thrust that drove his cock into the depths of her bowels. God, it hurt, her insides stretched too wide, too fast. But James cared little, already taking powerful strokes in and out.
The pain in her pussy would make her ass that much tighter. He picked up the two—
stranded tawse. He began to slap her pussy with it, striking the already tenderized flesh.
The sharp slap of the leather on her already bruised and battered flesh drove her to arch her ass back, James' cock buried so deep into her guts, enjoying the way her intestines clung so lovingly on his cock. He fucked her for twenty minutes before he came, but the tawse worked on her clit, the double strands never missing the swollen organ, an orgasm forcefully driven from Carrie's body. He dumped his sperm into her, fucking her as he
spewed his seed, her insides clenching so pleasurably on his shaft as she came with him.
They stayed at the house in the mountains for a week. Each day James would take
Carrie to the "entertainment room", each day Carrie would be surprised by James. And by herself. When they finally went to bed, her body felt drained by the multiple orgasms
James had induced in her body. They slept deeply.
Epilogue
The Special Day
It had been six glorious months for Carrie, settling into a new life in Tybee Island and Asheville. With James. They were inseparable, the town's people almost believing they
were married. She never even fathomed such a life before. James opened up a new world
that she never knew existed and Carrie explored it with a gusto that took her breath away.
She openly gave her body to James, not that he needed her approval. James took what
he wanted with no qualms or regrets.
It surprised her. One night he popped the question, Carrie didn't even hesitate to
