Holly’s Tales…Part 9

Sorry for the absence, we “caught the rona”. We’re mostly ok but starting to feel human again. I felt good enough to pick it up again. I hope you enjoy!

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****THA-WHACK!****

My face contorts in pain, my eyes shut tight in a grimace. My mouth opens and I want to scream but no sound comes out. The force of the blow shoves me forward but I go nowhere. Mister Donovan pushes against my back and holds me in place. The fire that has exploded on my ass is a blinding white light behind my painfully shut eyelids. I finally manage to suck in enough air to scream…

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

My piercing voice echoes throughout the blackness. I feel a thousand blazing hot needles blistering across my skin. My fingers arch and my nails dig in trying to grab my ankles tighter despite my leather restraints. I barely feel it; it is nothing like the fire spreading across my ass.

I stop screaming finally and try to catch my breath. I breathe hard trying to control myself. The sting is intense. My face remains contorted in pain and my eyes still shut tight.

*Oh god…oh god…*

Her hand moves gently across the cheeks of my blistered ass, and I wince as a nail barely brushes my skin. My breathing slows and I slowly open my eyes. I look up at her smiling face, the top of the paddle resting on the floor, her right hand on top of it as her left hand continues to stroke my bare ass. Even the though the red light does its best to conceal the results, I can see the skin is darker now in bottom of my butt than the rest of me.

“There now, good to have that done and over with, yes?” She looks at my pain infused face as she asks, patting the top of my butt at the same time.

I nod in agreement; wincing again as a nail again catches my still stinging backside.

Her demeanor changes immediately. Her head cocks to the side and her eyebrows furrow in clear annoyance.

“Oh Holly,” She says, picking up the paddle and resting it on her shoulder. “Really?”

*Oh shit!*

”Yes ma’am!” I blurt out loudly. “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am!”

“I don’t know. You seem be forgetting too much for my tastes.” She traces a finger around what feels to be raised welts. I wince.

*The metal on the wood…the rose…*

“What do you think Mister Donovan?” She pauses a moment, but he says nothing. “I see. Very well. Holly, stand up.”

I let go of my ankles, and notice that I have nail imprints now. I stand up in front of Mister Donovan, mere inches from his chest. His cologne is nice, but he is still imposing. I do not turn around as I have not been told to do so. I stare at his chest but do not raise my gaze.

“Mister Donovan thinks one was enough. Sometimes he and I disagree on things. I hope he’s right and that you’ve learned your lesson there. I think you should thank him.”

I look up at his bearded face and find his smiling eyes looking down at mine.

*Thank you!*

“Thank you Mister Donovan.” I manage to squeak out. His smile quickly fades and he returns his gaze to her.

“Turn around.” She commands. I obey and look up at her. The sting throbs.

She looks up at him behind me for a moment and goes on, “But time will tell, won’t it? The mirror, if you please? Holly, look over your shoulder.”

I turn my head to the left and look behind me. Mister Donovan is holding a good sized square mirror so that I can see my backside clearly. There is no mistaking the two beautiful dark welt outlines of two roses with stems and thorns one each on both my left and right ass cheek. I can feel their sting more intensely just looking at them. I swallow.

*Holy fuck*

Her hand reaches under my chin and pulls my face back towards her. “It’s time for the fun, sweetie.”

She looks behind me at Mister Donovan and nods. I feel his hand on my neck as he pushes me forward towards the cross. There is more to the sinister looking X cross than I realized. At the top of each side is a wire cable on a pulley with a thick metal ring. Above where the X intersects appears to be a small padded bar. There are adjustable footsteps with leather straps on each base of the X, and I see they have been moved up quite a bit for someone short.

*For me…*

The thought of them preparing this torture device for me causes me to shiver a moment. My breathing picks up again in anticipation of what is coming. He ushers me up onto the steps and I oblige. I realize that my feet actually rest inside part of the X legs, allowing my legs to lay flush against the wood. I am facing the X, and my chest pushes up against the wood in the middle where the beams cross. I feel him pull the leather straps against the back of my calves tightly, securing my legs. Once my legs are secured he hooks each hand restraint to the metal rings at the top of the X. Suddenly, my hands and arms are yanked up as the cables are pulled taught. My entire body is pulled tight against the wood and I can barely wiggle. I can feel my heels barely on the step. My forehead rests against the padded leather bar between the top parts of the X. I’m not going anywhere.

She walks in front of me and around me checking on my restraints. She pulls on my arms. She leans down and gives my left ankle a pull. I feel her pat my ass. The pain isn’t nearly as bad anymore. She walks back around and stands in front of me. Her hands reach up and gently cup my face. She holds me for a moment, her gaze suddenly tender and caring. She brushes my hair back with her hands and smiles.

“Holly, I want you to listen to me carefully, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m not going to injure you.”

*What?*

The confused look on my face must be obvious. She gives a small chuckle and responds, “I’m going to hurt you, but I am not going to injure you. I am not angry with you.”

Her touch is soothing, her voice reassuring. I believe her. My breathing is slowing and I feel my body relaxing in my restraints.

“What’s about to happen is going to happen because you want it to, and to be frank so do I. Remember though, I’m not *him*. At all times remember that. I want you to enjoy this, as I think you will.”

*“Him”?* *She knows…she knows so much…*

“When I hit you,” she says looking directly in my eyes, “open your mind up to the pain. Focus on it. Make the pain your entire world. Feel the sting and how it moves throughout your body and turns to warmth and comfort. Now, repeat to me your safe word.”

“Volleyball.” I don’t hesitate to reply. Her words envelope my thoughts and I feel soothing warmth spread from my head down to my toes. She looks at me softly for a moment, both her hands now around my cheeks again. My focus is entirely on her now. Our eyes are locked. Without another word, she leans in and kisses me.

I am surprised for a moment, but I close my eyes and feel her lips on mine. A sudden wave of pleasure envelopes my body and my nipples stiffen. She doesn’t force her tongue, but I feel it gently on my lips and I open my mouth. Our tongues touch for just a moment before she gently closes her lips on mine and holds it there, before pulling away. Before I can open my eyes again, the blind fold goes back on.

Her fingers are on my nipples, gently rubbing them between her thumbs and index fingers. My excitement grows and I can feel my clitoris respond. She lightly squeezes.

“Ooh” I barely moan.

“Open your mouth, Holly” I hear her say. I open.

A hard, rubbery bit a few inches long is placed between my teeth, and I can feel a strap on the back cinch it in place. The strap pulls the bit against the back of my lips. With my teeth around the bit, my mouth is forced open now. My tongue explores it, trying to find a good resting spot. I can’t speak and I can already feel the rubber getting slick and wet from my saliva.

From hidden speakers the massive building is suddenly filled with music. Rhythmic pulsing of trance inducing beats and tones are filling my ears. There are no lyrics; club music. The music is loud but not deafening. I can still hear her talking to me, but from behind me now.

“What an absolutely beautiful ass and pussy you have there, Holly. Those red roses are still so pretty. What a shame I’m going to ruin the art work now.”

Her hand is on my back, her palm rubbing my body up and down. Her hand moves up to my left shoulder, and I feel her other hand on my right. She holds my arms in her hands and slides up to my wrists. Her breasts press against my back and her pelvis thrusts into my ass. I feel her lips on my neck as she grinds into me. The pulse of the music is barely keeping up with my own.

*Oh god…yes…please…please…*

I try to moan through the bit, but “uuuuuhhhhh…” is all I can manage. Her hands move down my arms and around my body, rubbing my nipples as she caresses down to my warming mound. She stops her caress just before where I so desperately want her to continue, and slides her hands back around to my ass. My arousal is visible with every heave of my chest as my breathing deepens. With the music pumping, I can feel her hot breath on my ear.

“Oh Holly,” she whispers seductively, “I told you, no sex tonight.”

*No! Please…*

She steps back from me.

****THWACK!****

I yelp and flinch, my restraints barely allowing me any movement. A white blinding light appears in my eyes despite the blindfold, and I can feel the long searing streak of fire across my right butt cheek.

*That fucking cane…*

The pain is white hot…

Burning…

Needles…

Fire slowing turning to warmth…

Spreading out…

Tingling.

****THWACK!****

My left cheek. I wince but I don’t flinch. The searing pain spreads quickly, and I feel the warmth in my clitoris for a moment.

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

“Ah!” I squeal, but the pain from the two smacks on my right leg spread quickly and the sting becomes warmth and the warmth becomes pleasure and the pleasure becomes a moan…

“ooooh…”

****THWACK!****

****THWACK!****

My left leg explodes in pain. My eyes are closed behind the blindfold, but I still see the long white streaks behind my wincing lids. I can see the shape of the cane, but its long skinny white glow quickly dissipates into an ever expanding group of stars, changing from white to yellow to red to blue to purple as they disappear.

****wackwackwackwackwackwackWackWackWACKWACKWACK****

The can hits across both cheeks quickly but lightly, increasing force, my face contorting and my teeth grinding on the bit. I tense my ass cheeks.

****THWACK!!****

“NnnnnnnnNNGHGGGGGHHHGH!!!!” I groan through my gag.

The fire in my ass is scorching and I try to dance away but I can’t move. I moan into my bit as the heat settles into warmth and my head slumps against the soft restraint. My hands let go of the metal bars in my restraints that I was so desperately gripping. My body was entirely tense and I release completely, my wrists and shoulders bearing the weight of my body against the cables holding me fast. I breathe heavy and can feel drops of spit flying out and down onto my chin. I’m drooling. My saliva starts to move down my chin.

*Oh god…oh god…*

*“*Remember to relax, listen to the music and focus on the pain. Relax.” Her hand is gentle on my head as she speaks. Her voice is soothing.

I suddenly arch my back in pain and moan through the bit as sharp talons grip my ass cheeks.

“MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!”

*FUUUUUCK NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!*

She laughs behind me.

The drool is building and I can already feel it on my neck under my chin. I bite and chew and lick the bit, but that just makes the situation worse. I focus on the beat of the music and relax.

****whack whack whack whack THWACK!****

The first streak of light is quickly replaced by another and another and the heat builds until the final stroke and I moan from the searing pain that quickly turns to a warm tingling pleasure between my legs and melding colors in my mind.

*Yes…*

****thwack!****

I wince as the cane lights up the inside of my right thigh but the proximity to my aroused pussy turns pain into pleasure as the prickly heat turns to a tingling warmth, echoed by the swell in my clitoris. The cane strikes aren’t as hard but come quicker against the sensitive area between my legs.

**** thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack****

She moves the cane to the inside of my left thigh now.

**** thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack THACK!!****

*FUCK!!!!!*

I yelp, arch my back, and wince in pain as the last strike explodes in a stinging, searing line on my soft skin below. The beat of the music stays with me subconsciously and I focus on the spreading heat between my legs and how the shape of the stars holds the pattern of the cane but then spreads out in the blackness of my vision. The pain dissolves and the lights fade into swirling colors. The pleasure growing between my legs is mounting. I momentarily feel something wet both on my breast and between my legs. I’m drooling even worse now as my head slumps against the padded bar again.

“Oh Holly,” she says. I hear the amazement in her voice. “You’re dripping.”

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