“Turn over, Lisa.”
I instantly turned and got on my knees. My head and shoulders low, on the floor. My ass in the air. I felt the feather along my spine, my ass, my thighs…then nothing. My stomach tensed with anticipation. Walter was still and quiet. I was dying to ask, but knew I should keep quiet. And so I waited.
Then……….WHACK!
“Ow!” Shit! Fuck! Good Goddamn! I had not been ready for the smack to my ass. My shoulders lifted of the floor, my back arched and my head flew back. I breathed threw my nose trying to concentrate on the sting that reverberated not only on my skin, but in the muscles underneath. Just as the tingling stopped,
WHACK! WHACK!
“Oh my God.” I bit my lip to try and keep quiet, my thighs now on fire. What the hell was that he was using? It stung more than leather. It definitely wasn’t his hand. It didn’t feel like a wooden paddle. It was thin and light. Even when he swung pretty hard, it still fell lightly on my skin. But the sting was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The vibration echoed in my body long after contact with that evil thing.
Walter continued to ravage my ass and thighs. I honestly thought I would cry. I had ‘Cantaloupe’, but I didn’t want to give in that easy. The pain was tolerable and I knew it would heighten my sensitivity to the pleasure I was sure to experience later. Besides, my body was his. I had offered myself to him and I was not going to renege.
“Does it hurt?”
“God yes.” He kept going.
I concentrated on the tingle in my skin. The way it ebbed and flowed. The way I could feel my heart beat in the muscles of my lower body, the throbbing, the heat.
Then it was over. I breathed deeply. I realized I’d been holding my stomach muscles and relaxed them. Made an effort to breathe from my diaphragm. I hung my head and attempted to lick my dry lips.
Walter moved away from me and I actually welcomed the respite. When he returned I felt something liquid and cold along the crack of my ass, dripping down to compete with the moisture my pussy was creating. Then I heard a buzzing sound. My Vibrator! At least I could identify this object and I didn’t think it evil.
He rubbed it along my outer lips. Whoa. This was new. Probably because of the spanking, but I was extra sensitive and couldn’t wait for him to reach my clit. Which was exactly what he avoided. Bastard. He rubbed against the my pussy’s opening, playing with the responsive first inch. He knew this was guaranteed to produce a flood from me and I did not disappoint. Then he withdrew it and replaced it with his fingers. The vibrator, now liberally coated, rose higher to my ass. He pushed it in slightly, giving my muscles time to acclimate to the toy. Then he pushed it in further and further, till I was moaning and writhing with pleasure. He fucked both holes with fervor, my pussy juice dripping down my thighs. I wanted to cum so badly, but I held on.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Always, you,” I said.
“You don’t want another Master?”
“Never.”
“Are you sure, Lisa?”
“Yes, I swear. Nobody but you, ever.”