performance of the intimate task unnerved me. I didn't want her touch to excite me but it did. She didn't give me a chance to hide it, either. Long after the paint was gone, she played with my nipples, pulling and twisting them. After a while I was heaving in the chains, trying to get more. She knew exactly how hard to tweak me so the pain increased the pleasure. She knew when to stop, too. Between her ministrations and Lou's, I soon verged on coming. She gasped to Sean that they'd better call a halt. My nails bit my palms, but I did not cry out.
'Right,' said Sean. 'Now, we'll warm you up properly.' As if I weren't warm enough already! The first spank came without warning, a loud smack across the meat of my right buttock.
' Ow ,' I complained, in spite of myself. Joe squeezed my shoulder in commiseration, but this time he knew not to protest.
'" Ow "?' Sean repeated. 'That earns you twenty more.'
Ten came in a flurry, covering my buttocks with a delicate glow of pain. Left, right, up and down they smacked and then - whack - caught my cheeks from beneath. After that he slowed, letting me appreciate each blow individually: the initial sting, the sharp sound, the jiggle of the dildo as my flesh shook under the spanking.
I'm not sure when I began to enjoy it - maybe from the start. After the first rain of smacks, the skin from my thighs to my waist radiated heat and tingled with sensitivity. My sex felt thick, juicy, and my arousal endless. I could go on like this forever, just slowly spiral upward getting hotter and hotter until my hunger grew as sharp as coming. I know I stopped counting after ten and could have spat with annoyance when Joe gasped that I'd had enough.
'She's pink,' he panted, as though he'd been beaten, too. 'Give her a rest.'
I moaned and wriggled my bottom in the air, pleading without actually opening my mouth to say the words.
Sean knew better than to let me get away with that.
'What do you think, Katie?' He settled one hand over my burning flesh. 'Do you want me to stop?'
I whimpered, hardly believing that sound was coming from my throat.
'Do you?' he whispered.
'No,’1 whispered back.
'No!' He roared with laughter. 'Then we definitely should stop.'
If I'd been free he wouldn't have wrestled out from under me then. As it was, I yanked at my bonds, writhing in anger.
'You know the word,’ he mocked. 'Say "Uncle" and I'll let you go.'
'Damn you,' I said. 'If you think you can master me with a two-minute spanking, you're crazy.'
'Wants more, does she? Well, I'll give you more. On one condition.'
I bit my lip, not daring to ask.
'What condition?' Amy whispered, almost melting into the floor at the signs of my suffering.
Sean walked around the frame and kissed her. That infuriated me, too, though I couldn't keep my eyes off their working cheeks and tongues. Wasn't I supposed to be the centre of attention? And why did she have to be so pretty, with her shiny blonde waves and her pert little breasts heaving on her rib cage like a pair of tinned peaches? Sean covered one with his palm, squeezing it through her kitten-soft sweater. Joe watched the byplay as avidly as I did, his breathing quick and shallow'. While one hand clutched my shoulder, the other rubbed his cock and balls. Too horny to resist, I guessed.
I despised them all; yet I wanted to screw them all.
'What condition?' I demanded, making Sean's head snap around.
He wiped Amy's lipstick off with the back of his hand. 'On the condition that Joe takes the whip.'
Joe ceased rubbing his goods. He wagged his head from side to side. 'No way, man. Not me. You know I can't stand to hurt anyone.'
Sean laughed, and not very nicely. 'Does she look like she's hurting? Or does she look like she'll cream the floor with a little more discipline?'
My heart sank at Joe's tortured expression. He wasn't going to do it and, damn it, I wanted him to.
‘I can't,' he said, his eyes pleading me to forgive him.
His skin glowed like old ivory in the
'Right,' said Sean. 'Now, we'll warm you up properly.' As if I weren't warm enough already! The first spank came without warning, a loud smack across the meat of my right buttock.
' Ow ,' I complained, in spite of myself. Joe squeezed my shoulder in commiseration, but this time he knew not to protest.
'" Ow "?' Sean repeated. 'That earns you twenty more.'
Ten came in a flurry, covering my buttocks with a delicate glow of pain. Left, right, up and down they smacked and then - whack - caught my cheeks from beneath. After that he slowed, letting me appreciate each blow individually: the initial sting, the sharp sound, the jiggle of the dildo as my flesh shook under the spanking.
I'm not sure when I began to enjoy it - maybe from the start. After the first rain of smacks, the skin from my thighs to my waist radiated heat and tingled with sensitivity. My sex felt thick, juicy, and my arousal endless. I could go on like this forever, just slowly spiral upward getting hotter and hotter until my hunger grew as sharp as coming. I know I stopped counting after ten and could have spat with annoyance when Joe gasped that I'd had enough.
'She's pink,' he panted, as though he'd been beaten, too. 'Give her a rest.'
I moaned and wriggled my bottom in the air, pleading without actually opening my mouth to say the words.
Sean knew better than to let me get away with that.
'What do you think, Katie?' He settled one hand over my burning flesh. 'Do you want me to stop?'
I whimpered, hardly believing that sound was coming from my throat.
'Do you?' he whispered.
'No,’1 whispered back.
'No!' He roared with laughter. 'Then we definitely should stop.'
If I'd been free he wouldn't have wrestled out from under me then. As it was, I yanked at my bonds, writhing in anger.
'You know the word,’ he mocked. 'Say "Uncle" and I'll let you go.'
'Damn you,' I said. 'If you think you can master me with a two-minute spanking, you're crazy.'
'Wants more, does she? Well, I'll give you more. On one condition.'
I bit my lip, not daring to ask.
'What condition?' Amy whispered, almost melting into the floor at the signs of my suffering.
Sean walked around the frame and kissed her. That infuriated me, too, though I couldn't keep my eyes off their working cheeks and tongues. Wasn't I supposed to be the centre of attention? And why did she have to be so pretty, with her shiny blonde waves and her pert little breasts heaving on her rib cage like a pair of tinned peaches? Sean covered one with his palm, squeezing it through her kitten-soft sweater. Joe watched the byplay as avidly as I did, his breathing quick and shallow'. While one hand clutched my shoulder, the other rubbed his cock and balls. Too horny to resist, I guessed.
I despised them all; yet I wanted to screw them all.
'What condition?' I demanded, making Sean's head snap around.
He wiped Amy's lipstick off with the back of his hand. 'On the condition that Joe takes the whip.'
Joe ceased rubbing his goods. He wagged his head from side to side. 'No way, man. Not me. You know I can't stand to hurt anyone.'
Sean laughed, and not very nicely. 'Does she look like she's hurting? Or does she look like she'll cream the floor with a little more discipline?'
My heart sank at Joe's tortured expression. He wasn't going to do it and, damn it, I wanted him to.
‘I can't,' he said, his eyes pleading me to forgive him.
His skin glowed like old ivory in the
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