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Amy's Orgasm
As per the instructions you left on my voice mail at work I kneel on the cold
floor, palms down, legs spread wide. I am waiting for you. I hear the door open
downstairs and immediately feel the wetness form in my cunt. I hear you moving
around down there. God, please hurry! I hear your footsteps coming up the
stairs. I am as you asked. Open to you, as I should be.
My eyes are closed, I am feeling a bit ashamed and am afraid you can see that. I
know my cheeks are burning crimson with embarrassment. Then I feel your eyes on
me. It doesn't matter that mine are closed, you can see right through me. You
know how aroused I am, you can see the sheen of sweat starting to cover my body
and you haven't even touched me yet. You reach over to the coffee table and pick
it up. The crop you had me put there earlier. I remember feeling so excited at
having to place it there for your use on me.
You pick it up and I hear you slap it against your palm a few times. With each
strike on your palm my body shivers in anticipation. Then I feel it. The crop
running along the back of my thighs. Gently caressing my body. You run it up
onto my back, up my spine around to my neck. You move it down my the outside of
my arm and up the other side. You reach my breasts. You gently tap it against my
hard nipple. You hear a gasp escape my lips. The teasing of the leather is
driving me mad. You tell me to open my eyes, you want to see me. You slap my
right nipple with the crop again, a bit harder this time. I wince just a tiny
bit. I love the feeling growing in my nipple now. I am craving more, I want to
really feel it. You hit it again, three time in a row, getting harder each time.
It is as if my nipple were attached somehow to my cunt. I can feel a wonderful
tingle deep within me now. I arch my back to give you better access to the tips
of my large breasts. You move to the other nipple now. Whap, whap, whap. Three
times, hard on my left nipple. Oh yes! That feels fantastic. You slide the whip
back up around my neck and back down my back again. You hit my ass a few times
with it, not too hard. Teasing me a bit. Knowing how I much I need to feel the
crack of leather against my tender skin. Then you run the crop down the crack of
my ass and up my juicy slit. I moan a little loader now.
"You like that slut?" you ask me.
"Yes, Sir." I whisper to you in a husky tone. I surprise myself as my voice
sounds as it never has before.
You move the crop back and forth roughly against my clit. A wonderful feeling is
rising up inside me. I am trying so hard to fight it off, but it is becoming
more and more difficult. You see it, my hips starting to move and body tensing.
You hear me breathing harder. I am dripping from my cunt now, as you can see the
juice begin to coat the insides of my thighs. You move the crop faster and
harder against my clit.
"Please Sir, if you continue to do this I will have an orgasm" I cry to you. You
just laugh and tell me I better not cum. You have not given approval for that.
Finally I cannot hold out any longer and the orgasm wins. I throw my head back
and moan loudly.
"Oh God, yes, that's it, I am cumming!"
You keep moving until I am raw and sensitive. The orgasm rips through my body.
My hips bucking the air, the sensations running through me spreading the orgasm
to every nerve inside me. My whole body is feeling it now. The magnificent
climax has taken me over. I never want it to stop, oh yes, don't let it ever
end! Then suddenly you pull the crop away.
I am panting now, a layer of sweat covers my body. You walk around to the front
of me and look down at me. You grab my chin and pull my head up so I am looking
at you. Quickly my head clears from the orgasm that just rocked my brain. I can
see the anger in your eyes. A coldness that I had not seen before. I know I am
in trouble. I bite my lower lip, afraid now. You let go of my chin, but I hold
my head up. Slap, I feel your hand come across my face hard. It stings quite a
bit as I feel some tears forming.
You laugh, "don't cry bitch, you just had an orgasm, why would you cry? I don't
recall giving you permission to cum."
I just look at you, knowing whatever I say will be wrong. Slap, again hard
across my face.
"I am sorry Sir. I couldn't help it. I tried to resist it but could not" I
whispered quickly, stammering as I tried to make a futile attempt at avoiding
what I knew would come next, punishment.
"Well, now I will have to discipline you slut."
You move back around behind me. I feel a few tears roll down my cheeks, I feel
awful for disappointing you. I will willingly take whatever punishment you give,
in order to win your affection back. You stand behind me. I feel your boot on
the inside of my right knee, pushing it out a bit more.
"Spread your legs, cunt," you whisper harshly.
I obey immediately. Then I feel the crack of the crop on my ass. Again, harder
this time. It hurts, but I don't dare move. You whip it some more. Getting
harder and harder. You can see the red marks and welts forming as the crop cuts
into my skin. Your cock hardens at the sight of thin lines of blood forming on
my white ass. I am trying hard to stay still but the pain is growing. I am
sweating profusely now, struggling to be as still as I can. Wanting to please
you by taking my punishment well. Then you move the crop to the inside of my
thighs. Slapping first one thigh, then the other. I drop my head to my chest and
open my eyes. I can see you kneeling down behind me now. You move the crop
almost to the floor and bring it up hard against my cunt. Oh God, that hurts so
much. The pain of the crop burning into my clit. I close my eyes tightly, trying
to absorb the pain I feel in my poor cunt. Again. And again. You continue to
whip my cunt. It is raw from the leather slicing into it. The tears are rolling
down my cheeks now. But I also can feel the wetness in my cunt building. You
continue to whip me, showing no mercy as I deserve none. You notice how wet my
cunt is and aroused I am. But as you are swinging the crop against my cunt lips
and clit, you see a slight movement in my hips.
"Oh no, that will not do" you think to yourself. You suddenly stop. You stand up
behind me and with the sole of your boot, push me hard to the floor. You kneel
over me, sort of digging your knee into the small of my back. "Spread your legs
cunt" you command me. I move my legs as far apart as they will go. You bring the
crop down hard against my ass. I feel it bite into my skin. You do it again. I
notice my hands are balled up into fists now, digging my nails into the flesh of
my palms, trying to absorb some of the pain. Slap, slap, slap again and again
you whip me. Sometimes striking the flesh of my ass, sometimes my cunt,
sometimes my thighs. You see the welts and the bruises forming nicely. "You will
feel this for several days" you say. I can hear the haughtiness in your tone.
You continue to beat me. Just when I think the pain is subsiding, wham, there it
is again. My ass, cunt and legs feel as if they are on fire. With every stroke
of the crop I feel a sharp stinging cutting into me. The pain really is
exquisite. I know with each stroke, you care for me. I take it all willingly.
More tears flowing now. Finally you stop.
I realize for the first time since you first struck me that I am panting like a
dog in heat. I feel you rise off of me. I hear your footsteps walking away. You
sit down on the sofa. You look over at me, seeing the crop marks and bruises on
my ass and thighs. "Come here love, come sit on my lap" you call to me. I get up
slowly, feeling the dull throbbing pain in my ass and legs. I rise up to my
knees and gingerly crawl over to you. I climb onto your lap feeling the pain is
my ass as I sit and rest my head against your shoulder. "Did you learn something
today love" you whisper in my ear, as you play with my hair gently. "Yes, Sir, I
did. I will never orgasm without asking and receiving your permission first." I
whisper back, my eyes still wet with tears. "Good girl" you tell me as you
stroke my back. Contented, I slowly fall asleep there.
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