Grace felt her pussy compressing tightly. She let herself go and she came harder and longer than she had come in years. She could feel the tingle as the liquid inside of her slowly started to obey gravity and work its way to the light. She felt so calm and relaxed. She could have slept for days right then and there if it weren’t for the urge to find out what would happen next.
Harry removed the vibrator from her throbbing pussy. He turned it off and set it to the side. When Harry came back into Grace’s view he was holding the sponge bucket again. The water had grown cold, but Harry sponged all of the remaining wax from her body. The wax was sticky and Harry had to wash her harder than he had previously. Grace liked the difference, especially on her breasts and nipples. Her body was still stinging from the flogger so the water was a welcome contrast. By the time Harry made it to her pussy her cum was everywhere. “My, you did enjoy yourself, Grace,” said Harry.
“Yes, Master. It was wonderful.” Said Grace.
Harry cleaned Grace’s pussy with extreme care. Just the touch of the sponge was enough to excite Grace again. She could already feel herself building to another climax. When Harry finished cleaning Grace he placed the bucket aside and began to unbuckle Grace’s restraints. Grace was happy to be able to move her arms and legs again, but she was sorry to leave the position that Harry had her in. She was so vulnerable and so exposed and there was nothing that she could do about it. It had been both terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. As Grace stood up in front of Harry she did not bother to cover herself. She wanted Harry to look at her for as long as he wanted. “Please stand still with your hands folded behind your head.” Harry was stern, but not cruel. As Grace assumed her position she noticed that placing her hands in that position straightened her posture and put her breasts at attention. Her nipples were still sore, but the sensation reminded Grace of Harry, so she didn’t mind.
After Harry was done putting everything away he again stood in front of Grace. Her pussy immediately started throbbing the moment Harry’s body was close to hers. The sensation forced Grace to arch her back slightly. Harry placed one hand on the inside of Grace’s right thigh and slowly worked his way up to her pussy, her crotch, her stomach, up the valley of her bulging breasts to her lips. He leaned in and kissed Grace hard and deep on the mouth. The taste of him drove Grace wild and she was immediately wet with anticipation. Grace felt empowered by his kiss. She removed her hand from her position behind her head and grabbed Harry’s crotch. Harry immediately pulled away and his whole demeanor changed.
“What do you think you are doing, Grace? Did I tell you that you could move your hand?” Harry’s voice was stern and cold.
This startled and surprised Grace. She didn’t know how to respond. “I just thought that I would return the favor, Master.”
“Grace it is not your job to think when you here in this place with me. You only have one job, to obey.” Was Harry actually angry at her?
“I’m sorry Master, I thought you would like it.” Grace was devastated that she had upset him.
“In this room I decide what I like and what I want to do to you, do you understand, Grace?”
“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry, Master.” Grace was almost in tears.
“If you really want to know what I would like, Grace. If you really want to make me the happiest person alive right now I will tell you what I really want. I want to do to you what you asked me to do in the office under your breath. I want to spank you Grace. I want to tie you to that spanking bench and I want to spank you until you can’t take it anymore. I want to turn that lily white bottom of yours purple to match those panties you loved so much. I’ve given you two of the best orgasms you have ever had, but the time for your pleasure is over. I am not forcing you to do this. You can leave now if you wish, but if you stay know that your pleasure will end, and mine will begin.”
Grace’s heart was pounding out of her chest. Her ears were singing and she thought her clit was about to explode. Grace had wanted this to happen. She always wanted to be spanked and the crop that Harry had used hurt like hell, but the sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She wanted to feel more. However, more than just the idea of a spanking, Grace felt the overwhelming urge to give Harry exactly the pleasure that he wanted. If it meant that she had to feel pain she would do it. Was this submission? Grace thought hard for a moment. Is this true submission? To want to please someone so much that the cost to yourself doesn’t matter? Grace was scared to death, but she knew that she would never forgive herself if she left that room. She was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take the pain. That she would not be able to give him the pleasure he wanted by enduring the pain that he was causing her. What scared her the most was that deep down, she was afraid that she would love it. With every ounce of courage that Grace could muster she placed her hands back behind her head, stuck her breasts out as far as she could, and looked Harry straight in his blazing emerald eyes. “Master, I want you to spank me as hard and as long as you want.”
Harry did not speak. He reached his hand out to Grace and she slowly moved her hand away from her head and took it in his. He led Grace over to a sawhorse looking piece of furniture. It almost looked like a small picnic table. Harry had Grace straddle the furniture and laid her down on it. Her legs were spread apart almost as much as her previous position, only this time her bottom was the center of attention. She placed her knees where you would normally sit at a picnic table and laid her body across the table portion. the furniture was small enough so that her breasts hung perfectly on either side of the table. Harry again took Grace’s restraints and tied her to the furniture. Her pussy was in the perfect position for a fingering, but Grace knew by Harry’s demeanor that he would not be touching that part of her again. Grace again felt vulnerable and exposed. She wanted Harry to have his way with her, and at the same time she was scared to death.
Harry moved in front of her and bent down to her face. He whispered in her ear. “Don’t try to be a hero, Grace. If you can’t take any more pain yell out ‘red.’ No amount of screaming, crying, or begging will stop the pain you are about to feel Grace. The ONLY thing that can stop the pain is me, when I have had enough, or the word ‘red.’ Do you understand, Grace?”
Grace nodded. “No Grace, I need you to tell me that you understand, and I need you to repeat your safe word.” Grace liked the term “safe word.” Grace couldn’t help but think about the irony that even though she was probably about to experience the worst pain that she had ever felt, she still felt safe under Harry’s control.
“Yes, Master, I understand. My safe word is ‘red.’”
“I’m going to spank you now, Grace.” Harry’s tone was solid as a rock. It sent a shiver straight down Grace’s spine directly to her pussy. Her heart was still pounding.
Harry moved back behind Grace and started to gently rub her plump white bottom. “You still have red marks from the crop, Grace. Do they still sting?”
“Yes, Master, but they remind me of you.”
“Do you like that reminder, Grace?”
“Yes, Master, I love it.”
“You may feel differently when this is over.” Harry pushed two fingers down hard onto the red marks the crop had left behind. Grace cried out in pain. “That was only the beginning, Grace.”
The rubbing stopped. Harry began to spank Grace’s bottom with his hand. The first swat was hard and loud and it took Grace by surprise. She wanted to squirm but she couldn’t. She wanted to rub the spot that he had just struck, but she couldn’t. All she could do was lie there and submit. Harry quickened his pace and his hand fell soundly over and over again onto Grace’s white bottom. It didn’t stay white for very long. Harry spanked Grace for what seemed like forever. Grace could feel the heat starting to rise from her blistering bottom. When Grace thought that Harry was about to stop he redoubled his efforts and for the next minute and a half his hand struck her bottom as fast and as hard as it possibly could. Grace immediately started to cry. Every stroke of his hand was an explosion on her bottom. It hurt so bad and Grace cried out in pain. Her tears were running down her face into her mouth and she could taste the salt in her mouth. When Harry finally stopped Grace’s bottom was on fire, but her pussy wasn’t far behind. What took Grace by surprise was that each stroke caused her excruciating pain on her bottom, but her pussy was pulsing with activity. She was swollen and her clit was throbbing again. There was a tingling deep inside of her that only came with each stroke of his hand. Grace wanted both sensations, the pleasure and the pain, to continue.
Harry stopped spanking Grace and moved back in front of her. Harry kneeled down in front of Grace so that his waist was close to Grace’s face. “I’m going to spank you with my belt next Grace. Please remove it for me.” Grace was wet all over again at the realization of what he wanted her to do. If she focused hard enough, Grace was sure she could have come at the thought of it. Harry wanted Grace to remove his belt with her mouth. Harry placed his buckle as close to her mouth as he possible could and Grace grabbed the leather strap with her teeth as fast as she could. She held tight as Harry moved back from her slowly pulling the end tip of the strap away from the buckle. Grace could taste the leather in her mouth and could only imaging the sting she would feel as it fell on her bottom over and over again. “Let go, Grace and reposition.” Grace let go of the tip of the strap. “You will need to grab this pretty deep if you are going to get the prong to release itself from the loophole.” Grace swallowed the strap up to the first three loopholes. She bit down hard on the strap. Again Harry moved away and the prong sprung from the loophole and Grace could feel the belt loosen in her mouth. “Let go, Grace. I want you to feel the buckle.” Grace released the strap as Harry moved the buckle close to her mouth. Grace opened wide and took all of the buckle into her mouth up to the loop. She could taste the metal in her mouth. The cold steel brushed against her teeth and the prong of the belt poked her tongue. Grace bit down as hard as she could and Harry slowly started to move away from her. His belt started moving through the loopholes on his pants and finally released itself and fell to the floor. The only think holding it up was the grip that Grace had on it in her mouth. “Good Girl,” said Harry. “Let me have my belt so that I can continue your spanking. Your warm up is over. Your real spanking is about to begin.”
Harry took the belt from Grace’s mouth and moved back behind her. He raised the belt and brought it down hard over Grace’s bared bottom. Grace yelped with pain. She wasn’t expecting the belt to sting as hard as it did. She could feel the area that it struck individually from the rest of her sore reddened bottom. The belt met Grace’s bottom again, and again, and again. Each time she cried out in pain, but said nothing. Grace was determined to give Harry the pleasure that he wanted from her. She was determined not to say her safe word. Harry was starting to settle into a stride on Grace’s bottom. Each smack of the belt produced a sting that grace could feel vibrating throughout her body. She felt that vibration the deepest in her wet dripping pussy. The harder Harry spanked Grace the wetter she became. The pain from her blistered bottom was synced with the throbbing of her clit and pussy. The sensations were all starting to run together and Grace soon couldn’t tell the pleasure from the pain. She could feel her pussy starting to tighten, but she could not bring herself to come. Harry continued to spank Grace with his belt, but Harry had decided to change his target. Grace could see in her peripheral vision when Harry was winding up for a swat, and she was preparing for another smack on her ass when she suddenly felt a whole new wave of pain hit her. Harry had struck her thighs! He was now going back and forth between each thigh bringing the belt down as hard as he could. the new sensations were intensely painful, but the vibrations from her stinging thighs was traveling straight up to her pussy. She could feel it tightening even more. Grace lost count at 30 as to how many times her thighs felt the sting of that belt, but all Grace could think about was the tension in her pussy. She wanted to come, but it wouldn’t happen.
Harry finally quit spanking Grace’s thighs. He spoke for the first time in a while. “These are the last two swats, Grace. Prepare yourself. They are going to hurt really bad. Are you ready, Grace?”
“Yes, Master. Spank me hard.” Grace should have chosen her words more carefully. The pain from the final two strokes was like nothing she had experienced so far. When the belt came down she knew exactly what Harry had done. His final two strokes came from the buckle of the belt. Each stroke landed squarely in the center of one of her cheeks. Grace could already feel the bruises starting to form. The tears started to flow again down her face. For the first time she thought about saying “red.” Harry wasn’t spanking her anymore and she took several deep breaths. Her ass was on fire and there was nothing she could do about it. Then she felt it…the coolness of lotion smothering the fire on her ass. As Harry slowly massaged the lotion into her Grace focused on her pussy. Her clit was throbbing and the sensations coming from deep inside of her were more powerful than the pain her bottom was feeling. Grace replayed the evening in her mind. The daydreams from earlier in the day, the fear when she was taken, the ecstasy of her first orgasm, the rapture of her second, the relief when she found out Harry had been the one to give her that pleasure. She remembered the popsicle, the hot wax and taste of leather in her mouth. Grace had spent her whole life daydreaming about experiences that she wished she could have. Her first real experience annihilated all of those. She had been broken of her daydreams. How could any of them ever come close to the reality she had experienced tonight? She knew deep down that she would never have to daydream ever again. She knew all she had to do was look to Harry and he would make all of her dreams come true. She was finally ready. As Harry was still applying lotion to her now purple bottom Grace took the first steps into a whole new world.
“Master, I know you said that this spanking was for your pleasure only, and I’m sorry but I enjoyed this just as much as you did, maybe even a little bit more. I know you said that you wouldn’t touch me there again, but please Master, I’m inviting you inside me. I have a gift I want you to share with me.” Grace felt her Master’s fingers once more inside of her. That touch was all she needed. Grace came harder than she had ever come before. Harry’s hand was drenched with her essence. “Please Master, never stop.”
“I never will, Grace, I never will.”
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