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SMACK!!

Gail almost sighed in relief as the spanking began. The wait was over, and he was going to bring the pain.

She learned a long while ago that she was a pain-slut, masochist, whatever term the Dom wanted to use. Joe didn’t often call her a slut or degrade her all that much. It wasn’t as much his thing as knowing all the damned buttons to push on her. Some of them, she hadn’t even known, were there!

The imprint of his palm on her skin was welcomed and craved. Gail loved that he always spanked her first before anything else. He said it was a “personal touch” for him. It was true. He did love the sound, feel, and tension of spanking her bottom.

Always a Good Girl for him, she arched her ass a bit higher to take his abuse. Just as she was starting to squirm, she felt his right hand on the small of her back. Yes, it was to hold her in place, but it was more than that. It was an anchor point to him, his caring, and her connection to him.

She knew it was the halfway point when he began to snap his wrists, and the spanks truly began to sting a lot! A whimper sounded, and she didn’t hold any back. His personal music selection for the night was her noises. She didn’t purposely make them please him, but the fact was that it made her glad.

“Oh!” She gasped as he spanked over and over on the upward curve of her ass, where it met her thighs. He loved to make sure she would feel her tender point!

“Please…” She whimpered.

Joe laughed. “Please, what, G?” He didn’t stop or pause.

Gail bit her lower lip to keep from saying it, but it was useless. “Faster? Harder, please, Sir?” Her mouth betrayed her once more.

“As you wish…” He said it like the movie character.

Gail started a giggle, but a moan choked it off as he really laid into her now. This was a Naughty Girl spanking now. What was it about being a submissive that made her feel guilty and that she’d done nothing? She knew in her heart she deserved this spanking! Bowing her head, she sniffled as the tears began to form.

Joe loved his G, and she took her spankings so very well. She was so unique in asking for more and faster. He knew she hated herself for doing it, which was why he did it. His sadism was being well-fed at the moment with her sniffles, whimpers, and moans.

Her bottom was a deep, angry red now. Her head had already bowed in submission to him and his will. Her way of showing she knew it wouldn’t end until he decided. The power rush hit him once more, and caught his breath. Making a split-second decision, his palm traveled further south to spank her upper thighs.

Gail’s head came up, and a small shriek erupted. Her head began to shake like she was telling him no, but she never said that word.

“Who’s been naughty?” He growled.

“Me, Sir!” She bleated.

“Very naughty?” He asked.

“Ohhh…yes, Sir…verry naughty…I’m sorry!” She pleaded now. Her headspace was going somewhere he wanted it. Acceptance of the punishments from here on out. She deserved them!

“Knees.” Joe smacked her two more times.

Her eyes went back to his. This wasn’t expected. She was going to hate what he did next. He had the liquid soap ready if she cursed him as she had before.

Gail knelt and blinked rapidly. The tears were still trailing down her cheeks. Oh, her bottom throbbed…and her thighs! Wicked man. Wicked, evil-doing man. So why was her pussy so alive and clenching then? Pain-slut. She watched Joe reach behind him and bring out something shiny.

Noooo….he didn’t! She gazed into his eyes. They twinkled at her as he held up the clover-nipple clamps! Oh, God! She began to open her mouth.

“I have the soap ready…think carefully.” He warned her.

Gail’s mouth opened wider but stopped as the remembered taste of liquid soap was now alive on her tongue. Last time, she’d called him a Son-of-a-Bitch for bringing those out and using them. He’d washed her mouth out with soap, then continued the punishments before he let her rinse. She shuddered at the memory.

Her lips smacked shut, and she just gave him a baleful glare!

Joe tried hard not to grin at the heat in her eyes. He motioned her to come closer.

Gail sighed and obeyed. Joe was making her crawl to be clamped! Her eyes sought his as she began to cry a little once more. There was no way out of this for her, and she knew it. She settled back onto her heels before him.

Opening the clamps, he began to put them on and tighten them.

Gail bowed her head and felt the rushing wave of submission in accepting this from him. It was a little past her limits, and they both knew it. She looked up enough to see his lips parted and his breathing ragged. She was in love with an unholy sadist!

“Ooo…Sir.” She whimpered and almost accused him. The clamps were tight enough now that any movement from her was like acid on her nipples! Fuck, fuck, fuck, she chanted over in her head, but not out loud. Last time, it had taken her a day to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

“Now these stay on for the next two parts of the punishment AND the first fucking. If you’re a good….very good fuck then I’ll take them off then. If not…” Joe shrugged.

Gail looked at him through her wet lashes. “Yes, Sir.” She whispered. The paddle and the strap and being ridden? Her mind was focused now on surviving the next minute, the next, and so on.

“Bring me your purse,” Joe told her.

What? Her eyes went to the oblong wooden paddle on the bed.

He watched her. “I decided it was time to revisit the hairbrush.”

A little groan sounded as she slowly rose and tried to move as little as possible to walk to her purse. Joe required her to carry her hairbrush, which also served as a paddle. It hurt like…like hell!! Using her hairbrush on her bottom was diabolical, so o.

Bring it back, she carefully handed it to him and went over his lap once more. He guided her as best he could. Gail felt the damned tapping as he set his aim.

“Who’s a naughty girl?” Joe asked.

“I…I am, Sir.” She whispered and moaned. The clamps kept moving!

He began to paddle her on her fleshiest parts first, which was sort of a blessing since she had more padding there; however, soon enough, it traveled downward.

Now Gail sobbed. His hand returned to her lower back, and he caressed her there. It helped…some. This was so hard!

Joe could feel her bumping up against her limit—time to try and help.

“G? G??” He asked as he paused.

“Yyyyesss, Sir?” She asked in a damp voice.

“Why am I doing this?” He asked her.

She sounded puzzled. “Because I was…naughty, Sir?”

“Why am I truly doing this, G?” He asked again.

She gazed back at him and answered, “Because you enjoy it, Sir.” She managed without a pause.

“Because only I enjoy it?” He asked and tapped the hairbrush paddle on her bottom.

She squirmed on his lap. Don’t make me say, Sir, she thought.

“Well?” He smacked her once with the hairbrush.

“NO….no…no, Sir. I…I do, too.” She confessed and shrunk down.

“Do what?” He asked.

She glanced back at him and if looks could kill then he’d be long dead!

“I enjoy it, too, you Bloody Bastard!” She growled at him.

“Bad words again? For that, I’ll change to the last thing.” Joe put down the hairbrush and picked up the three-tongued tawse that was a favorite of his. “What did you tell me to do before?” He rubbed the leather across her burning bottom.

“Please…no, Sir.” She begged.

“That is not what I said.” He smacked her across both cheeks with the tawse. She cried out and tried hold position, but it was getting so difficult to do.

“Please…whip me…as you please.” Gail got out and hung her head.

“That was it. I’d forgotten.” Joe said then thrashed her.

His stamina was damned good, too good for Gail’s well-being. Her sobs became continuous as he worked her well from the top of her buttocks to the top of her thighs! Subspace loomed ahead and she dove into it with both feet.

Her breathing slowed as the euphoric state was reached and the pain became waves of pleasure as well as unpleasant. The sound of the leather and the thud of it against her skin seemed beautiful somehow. Joe’s hard cock was more easily felt under her stomach as he was almost fully erect.

Gail grinned to herself.

It must be hurting him to not have his cock free as a bird. Her teeth bit into her lower lip as the spot past subspace came into view. All things became red…deep, dark red as the world disappeared. Worries disappeared. There was just her, the tawse, and Sir. Just…Sir. Her Sir.

The tawse stopped. Why did it stop? She wondered.

“Reach back…pull your cheeks apart.” Joe commanded.

Oh…that…oh my. Sir was really doing her today! Reaching back, she winced as her fingers moved over the bruising and welts to part her cheeks for him.

“Good girl.” He murmured.

“Mmmm….thank you, Sir.” Gail responded as she should.

THWAPP!!

Gail cried out as she felt his three longest fingers come together to spank her crease and tight little hole. Pain radiated out from it to all over her body. Again….and again…and again…she gurgled a sob now.

Joe knew he was really pushing it with spanking her hole like this but there was a reason. He moved a little lower.

“OHHHhhhh.” She groaned as she felt his fingertips smack her pussy. “Ohhhhh…yessss, Sir.” She groaned again.

He stopped and Gail whined. “More….more, Sir, please?” She begged incoherently.

“No coming from that today, Girl.” Joe teased her.

She pouted then winced as the clamps became tighter when her nipples hardened.

Joe patted her bottom. “Over the foot of the bed.” He commanded.

Mmmm…she thought. Yes, please. She got up with his help. Over to the foot of the bed, she bent and rested on her elbows. It was a first that she prayed the lube would be cold. Anything to cool the burning sting of those last few butthole spanks.

“Bee Gees or William Tell?” He asked her.

Gail almost smiled. He was asking and not telling. Her Sir knew she was close to the edge. “Bee Gees, please, Sir?” She begged. Slower beat and less moving around sounded great!

Joe set the music up for “Stayin’ Alive.” It would repeat on an endless loop until he shut it off. “Going to give me a good ride, G?” He asked as he walked up behind her.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I promise…I promise so hard.”

“You don’t do well enough and the clamps stay.” Joe warned her as she felt him rimming her anus with the blessedly cold lube.

Gail thought she’d hear hissing or see steam as the lube hit the fiery places! His finger dipped in a little ways to be assured she was as very ready. Now she heard the sound of him getting himself ready.

She sighed as she felt his tip touch her there and begin to push inside. Ooo, she felt the stretching as he entered. Mmm…she pressed back to help as she could. He entered further into her and the feeling of pleasant fullness began to filter through all the other sensations.

Sir began to move in the rhythm of the music as his cock went deeper and deeper and deeper into her. Such a feeling of being taken, impaled, violated! It wasn’t supposed to feel good, but it did. It wasn’t supposed to get her so wet, but it did.

The spanking, the paddling, the strapping, all of it lead to this feeling of total submission now. She would take whatever he wished to give her and thank him for it. She’d kiss his hand, the hairbrush, the tawse, all of it to show her respect and her place in this dynamic.

In that moment, she was property, his property. It was divine. Only someone who had bent over and submitted to this kind of physical, emotional, and psychological intrusion would understand the level of love and trust it took to allow Sir to own her ass.

She’d pledged it to him years ago but each new ride brought it all up again. Take me, take it, do it nasty and deep, Sir…Master.

Joe loved the tightness of her as he was almost all the way inside. The curve of her firm ass brushed up against his pelvis as he leaned into her. There was a reason this was called riding, he thought as he enjoyed her soft saddle.

Gail began to rock in time and Joe followed her. The sensations were good…sooo very good as he took her in a way that was deeply intimate. She groaned as the first tingles of an approaching orgasm began to appear on her mental horizon.

Joe began to feel himself losing control and didn’t mind it. Gail was really beginning to gallop for him so he crouched lower to fit better against her curves!

Gail felt him resting more onto her and she loved it! This felt so…good and so powerful of a bond between them. She was his but he? He was hers as he rode her! She wanted him to lose it in her. She wanted that very badly.

Joe heard his G begin to make the sexiest noises as she began to arch her ass up higher under him. Oh, God. He thought as his G became something primal and without shame. Her last inhibitions dropped away and she gave him all of her.

It was time.

“Come, Babygirl.” He purred to her.

She giggled. She’d won and didn’t have to beg for her orgasm. Gail was also happy to know Sir loved it when she drove him to this state just as she loved him for taking her to this point.

They both cried out as their orgasms lashed and blended into something bright, warm, and…so divine!

Joe kept himself aware because somebody had to be driving the bus! Gail would have slumped onto her front which would have made the clover clamps bite too deep. He held her back and turned her a little. Still inside of her, he turned with her until they were lying on their sides: big spoon and little spoon.

Reaching around her, he loosened the clamps. She hissed as the blood rushing into them hurt so very badly.

‘Shhh…shhh.” He told her and grabbed a corner of the bedspread to curl over her now shivering body. A little bit of shock was starting to set in so he began to rub her arms and neck. It was time to bring her back to him. It would take patience but it was so worth it.

Gail became aware of her world in bits and pieces. It was warm and comforting where she was now. It was so different from the sharp pains and pinches of before. This place was nice and…comforting. She became aware of his arms around her next and snuggled against his chest but winced as her tender bottom felt pressure.

“Sir?” She murmured.

“Welcome back, Princess.” He whispered to her. “Very, very, very, and did I mention, very good girl?”

She giggled slightly. “Thank you, Sir. I feel…drained…good drained.” A wave of euphoria spread through her once more.

“Good.” He told her. “Up for a drink?”

“Yes, please, Sir.” She asked.

Not seeing but hearing, there was the sound of a water bottle cap being cracked open. The bottle was placed at her lips and she sipped.

A deep, rich smell came to her as a chocolate square appeared. Gail took it in her teeth and began to chew. The caramel filling was delightful!

Something he’d said, Joe had said, was bothering her. What was it? Oh, yes. “Sir, you mentioned first fucking?”

Joe laughed softly into her ear. “I did but…I didn’t say when, did I?”

“No, Sir, you didn’t.” She grinned and rolled back and over to face him. It was painful but worth it as she saw the grin and the light in his eyes. “Demons fed for now?” She teased.

“For now, yes. When you’re up to it, you can take top.” He offered her.

Ooo…okay. She grinned. “Lay back, Sir. I’m ready now.”

He laughed once more but laid back as she got up to straddle him.

Gail eyed his semi-hard condition. “Sir, really?” She teased once more.

“Brave teasing from the whipped girl.” He warned her.

She bent down and kiss his nipples and nibbled.

Joe hissed softly but also groaned.

Gail knew her man, her dom, her Sir and knew they’d be fine. For the moment, it was her turn to drive the bus. Sir had worked hard to get her here so she’d work hard to let him enjoy while she did the work!

It never ceased to amaze Joe. The amount of love, compassion, and giving one woman could contain was…well…he was surprised Gail didn’t glow in the dark from her inner powers. This is the woman who had just let him then begged him to beat her, paddle her, thrash her an now wanted to give him something back?

It didn’t make sense.

He did the stuff she didn’t like. It was his job to handle certain situations and he would and did. The return on his small investment in helping her, supporting her, and cheering her on was was returned a thousand fold!

Gail’s tongue was slightly stuck out one side as she concentrated on giving his dick encouragment with her hands.

“Yay.” She said softly and mounted his erection then slid down further. “My turn.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He grinned.

“That’s right!” Smacking his chest.

The closing act of their afternoon had begun.