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Introduction:

An interesting spanking session.
"There are twelve implements laying on the couch. You are to look them
over and decide in which order you wish to receive them. Place them in
order, one to twelve, starting at the left. You will be receiving a
minimum of twelve whacks with each item. You will be required to count
the whacks out loud. If you mess up the count or miss the count for any
implement, the count for that item will be restarted. At the end of the
turn for each implement, you will say "Thank you Sir." In between each
implement I will fuck you. After a hard implement, I will fuck you hard.
After a softer one, I will be more gentle and loving. You may orgasm
whenever the urge strikes you. My orgasm will occur during the fucking
after you have been spanked with the last implement. You are to make
sure the last implement on the right is a hard one. Do you understand
these instructions?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Then I am going to take a few minutes to go change into something
more comfortable. When I come back you will have the items arranged
properly."

Leanne looked at the implements on the couch with a strange mixture of
fear and fascination. The combination gave her a buzz, a thrilling rush
of excitement which exhilarated her. But the logic in her brain was
gone. She couldn't think. It was difficult to process the task in front
of her. She was in a zone where all that existed was feeling and
sensation. And this before the spanking even began. The idea of
arranging the implements seemed absurd. Why bother? Any order will do.
Just spank away! She laughed at her predicament. Then she saw the wooden
paddle. Her laughter ceased. There was no doubt it was the most brutal
implement before her. It was long, heavy, and thick. It looked like it
could break bones. Leanne winced as she thought of it being applied to
her ass. For a brief moment she thought of leaving. But she knew she
couldn't, for her desire far exceeded her fear. She placed the birch
paddle to the far right. It was number twelve.

The other implements were arranged very quickly. It seemed natural to
alternate hard and easy ones. Yet still Leanne was unsure. Many of the
implements were foreign to her. Many of them seemed silly even being on
the couch. How much pain could a spanking with a feather cause? What was
the point? She started to laugh again, not so much from the humor but
from her nervousness. Anxiety sometimes caused her to break out into
fits of laughter. It had gotten her into big trouble at a funeral one
time. And she wanted nothing like that now. She reached down to pinch
her thigh until the pain was big enough to chase away her nervous
laughter. The pain and the efforts at self control caused her to not
notice that her Dom was back in the room.

"So I see you want to feel the flogger first. A very good choice I
should say. But first let's get the target a little more ready, shall
we? After all, an ass that is heated up too rapidly may crash and burn
whereas slowly tempered flesh rises to a flaming peak of pleasurable
pain."

His hands massaged her buttocks. Gently and slowly at first, then with
increasing firmness. Leanne felt his strong hands kneading and rubbing
her pliable cheeks. The blood was flowing and spreading evenly
throughout them. It felt warm. It felt good. But more than that there
was a feeling of vulnerability which came over Leanne as she realized
that her long held secret desire to be spanked was about to be realized.
Her vulnerability was not in the physical sense, for she felt that her
ass no longer belonged to her but to her Dom. No, she felt vulnerable
because of the exposure of her soul. There was no place to run to, no
place to hide. The raw tightly strung emotions which had been so neatly
controlled and kept in check for so long would now come streaming out
through the experience of exquisitely produced pain. Leanne was afraid.
A few tears flowed down her cheeks as his tenderizing preparations
concluded.

"Now little girl, let us begin!"

The first few strokes were soothing, cooling. The thin rubber tassels of
the flogger landed rather softly against her skin. But as the flogging
continued the whacks became progressively harder, setting the precedence
for each item to come. By the time the twelfth stroke landed with a
heavy thud, Leanne was experiencing a taste of the pain she craved.
There was no doubt she wanted more. Her pussy was sopping wet.

Throwing the flogger to the side the Dom immediately mounted her. Leanne
gasped as she felt his cock slide effortlessly inside her steaming
pussy. She felt a fullness unlike any other she had ever experienced.
She wanted to scream with joy. Indeed, unconsciously the words flowed
out "Fuck me, goddammit fuck me, I need to be fucked so bad, fuck me!"
The orgasm flowed spontaneously. Leanne swooned as the powerful wave hit
her. All that she knew was the feeling in her pussy. Nothing else
existed.

The next three implements stirred the passion inside Leanne even more.
The fly swatter gave her a novel sharp stinging sensation which caused
her to whimper with delight. The silk tie had a surpisingly strong snap
to it. The leather riding crop whetted her appetite for more. She was
soon to get it.

As the black leather paddle connected with her ass in a series of hard
and rapid blows, Leanne screamed out and squirmed helplessly. Her Dom
had changed his technique. There was no buildup. There was no pause
between each whack. The brutal shots came in quick succession. The pain
was intense. Without realizing what she was doing Leanne put her hand
back to block her ass from the paddle. It was a mistake.

"How dare you put your hand back like that? HOW DARE YOU! You think that
will stop me? Well, you're wrong little girl, dead wrong." He grabbed
her wrists and quickly slapped on the handcuffs. Her hands were now
pinned in front of her. "Now, let us begin over again with the paddle.
Since you have been disobedient, since you have been a bad little girl,
the number of paddle whacks is increased to 24. Keep the count girl." As
before, he laid in hard and fast with the stiff leather covered paddle.
The pain was even more intense, shooting into Leanne's brain, bringing
her to the verge of unconsciousness. She screamed. She began to sob in a
wailing tone. It was difficult to keep up the count. By the time she
called out "24" her speech was virtually unintelligible. She was close
to collapse. The hard fucking that followed only served to bring her
closer to a state of sensory exhaustion. Yet the session was not even
half over.

Fortunately for Leanne she had chosen a light implement to be next in
line. It was a plastic wand topped with strands of soft horsehair. As
the hair fell softly against her skin, her Master lovingly brushed it
gently over her hot blazing red butt. Never had she felt anything so
incredibly soothing. The pain was replaced with a softness so embracing
it felt like her cheeks were laying on the fluffy cushion of a fleecey
white cloud. The transformation and abrupt contrast of feeling caused
the spankee to burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and joy.
As she lost the count, the horsehair spanking continued on until Leanne
could laugh no longer.

Of the five subsequent implements two were of the light variety, the
foxtail and the peacock feathers. Leanne smiled and enjoyed the soft
sensual spankings with these items that felt lighter than air. The
lovemaking that occured after each one was equally wonderful as her Dom
whispered sweet phrases of praise into her ears as he moved slowly back
and forth inside her. The orgasms flowed through her giving her a warm
all over glow. The harder implements, the belt, the long shoehorn, and
the black rope, all served to intensify Leanne's appreciation for the
pleasures and pains of a disciplined spanking. There was no doubt that
she was now a devotee.

The last item was the heavy birch paddle. The first few whacks were
gentle enough but as the spanking built to a final crescendo the shock
was felt deep inside the buttocks of the hapless girl. The pain became a
dull numbness. Leanne became submerged in the depths of subspace, where
pain no longer existed, where all that could be experienced was the pure
consciousness of pleasure. As the spanking finished, her Dom mounted her
one last time. The fucking was as hard and as fast as his strong legs
could give. There was a baseness to the sex, a raw fulfillment of primal
desire. She wanted it that way. Indeed, she had requested it. She loved
being fucked like an animal. The heavy breathing, the grunting, the
sweating, the swearing, all served to push Leanne into the realm of a
continuous pulsating orgasm. This flowed even stronger as she felt her
Master's sperm squirting inside her. Only upon his collapse did it end.
The session was finished.
3 comments

Lil DemonReport

2008-10-23 04:26:05
flushing .. wow .. i give it a 10 would give it a 20 if i could

Anonymous readerReport

2008-08-04 04:54:26
cool story but i like it but next time try to add nice juicy details! ;]

Anonymous readerReport

2008-07-28 19:16:48
what kind of man can fuck 12 times?

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