GLORIA
part4
"Because of those video tapes, your only choice is to obey me.
Or, at least, if your dare, disobey, you'll not dare to resist
the necessary and inevitable punishment that I'll inflict upon
your delightful bottom. Whether or not you're obedient or
rebellious, you will, either way, leave her tonight with a
thoroughly spanked and paddled bottom.
"You'll leave here with the taste of my pussy on your lips and
tongue; with the scent of my pussy permeated through your
olfactory senses. You'll leave here with the memory of your
tongue paying homage to my ass-crack and my anus. You'll leave
here thoroughly and totally humbled. Knowing that, at any
time, I may command you to kneel and you will hasten to obey.
The sound of Bill returning from his shower interrupted Peggy
and we both turned to watch him descent the steps. As he
approached, the only evidence of his earlier discipline was a
few welts across the fronts of his thighs. I knew, though,
that the picture would be very much different on his ass and
the backs of his legs.
My eyes traveled to his penis which was semi-hard. I looked
forward to feeling its warmth in my mouth, in my pussy,
wherever Peggy would allow.
"Come join us, Bill. As you can see, Gloria was naughty and is
being punished. This is the first time that she's ever had an
acquaintance with the bite of the nipple clips and we'll soon
see how she reacts when I remove them."
Peggy was still wearing the midi-blouse that she'd donned
before we entered the basement and she now pulled it over her
head and tossed it aside. She walked over to my side and
started issuing a string of orders.
"Bill, kneel down behind Gloria and show her again how adept
you have become at anal worship. Gloria, bend over a bit to
give Bill access to your ass. Bend over only enough to reach
my right breast.
"Very good. Now, I want to feel you suckling that tit as if
you were a newborn babe. Gloria, if you stop sucking or if you
move your hands, so help me, I'll string you up where Bill was
earlier and use the cane on you.
"Please, don't try to find out if I'm sincere. Your ass is too
pretty to cut up with that cane. But, if your behavior merits
it, believe me, the cane is what you'll get.
The breast in my mouth and the tongue working between my
buttocks were two distractions from the pain that still
persisted in my two tortured nipples. I was terrified of the
cane after having seen it at work on Bill and resolved to obey.
"Here we go, Gloria. First, the clip on your left nipple."
As Peggy released the nipple from its confinement, I wanted to
scream. I wanted to run for the nearest door. I wanted to
bring my hands down from my neck and comfort it. I did none of
those things. What I did was continue to suck on the breast in
my mouth, continue to squeeze my fingers together behind my
neck, and begin to cry.
I could feel the tears running down my face as the pain
radiated out from the nipple to the surrounding breast flesh.
I never could have imagined that it would be so intense.
"See, Gloria. The cane is truly magic. You've never even felt
its sting - only observed Bill getting it - and you still
respect it. I wanted you to understand this. Because, Gloria,
if you can begin to comprehend the power of the cane over your
hurting body at this moment, you may begin to fathom how you
can put Dave under your power and never again worry about who
calls the shots. Brace yourself, baby, here goes the other
clip."
Again, the fire. This time in my right nipple, my right
breast. I'd thought that the second clip would be easier to
deal with since it would be no surprise after just going
through the same pain in the other nipple. I'd been wrong.
The same panic generated by the first clip ensued after the
removal of the second clip. Again, the threat of the cane won.
I remained in position and merely cried harder.
"Poor baby. Tears running down your face. Someday, you'll
understand how much I am now looking forward to spanking you
later. That's right, Bill. I decided to give Gloria a
spanking tonight. Not only that, she knows that she'll be
getting paddled after her spanking. She also understands that
this is part of the price that she must pay for the privilege
of serving me.
"Gloria, stand up straight now. You have my permission to rub
your breasts. Do so now."
I'd fallen into the pattern of instant obedience to her orders
and immediately complied with this last instruction. As I
rubbed my punished nipples, I noticed that the pain in them had
almost totally disappeared and marveled at the rapidity of
their recovery.
"Bill, stop your licking and assume the position at my ass.
Gloria, on your knees now. I want to feel both of your tongues
serving me at the same time.
"Bill, you know what to do. Do it. Gloria, I want you to
imagine that the enthusiasm that you demonstrate in giving me
pleasure will have a direct bearing on how severely I'll spank
you. You can safely imagine this, because it is exactly what I
plan to do. You have my permission to use your lips and
tongue. You have my permission to lick and suck me thoroughly.
Go for it."
My initial thought as I bent my kneeling body to comply with
Peggy's orders was to tease her a bit and not go for the inner
lips immediately. I figured that I would simply lick around
the vicinity and try to arouse her with my teasing. When I
started licking, however, I caught her scent and found myself
unable to resist the temptation to "dive right in".
I knew how to excite her because as a woman, I knew what felt
good on my own body. I could understand how a lesbian had an
advantage over a man when it came to orally satisfying another
woman. From the moment that I parted the labia and began to
tongue-fuck the pussy before me, Peggy began to orgasm.
I was somewhat surprised that she reacted so quickly but
realized that the activities of the evening thusfar had made me
horny enough so that I would probably respond similarly if
given the same treatment. I understood, also, what she had
told me to suck. Her juices were copious and it was all that I
could do to suck and swallow fast enough to keep up with her
flow.
I used my tongue like a scoop and imagined that it was scooping
out honey so intoxicated was I by the taste of my best friend.
Peggy reached forward and grasped my head, pressing my face
firmly against her pelvis as she began her climax.
"Oh, you sweet bitch. Yes. Suck me. I should never have
taken so long to get you on your knees. I promise you that
I'll make up for lost time in the future. Get used to the
taste, Gloria, for you'll be spending a lot of time serving me
in this manner from now on."
Peggy fell silent as her orgasm spread like ripples in a pond.
Her thighs quivered and her pussy seemed to get hotter if that
was possible. Little moans of delight could be heard from her
as I licked and sucked.
Finding her clitoris with my tongue, I grasped it between my
teeth and applied slight pressure as I began sucking it in
earnest. Her pleasure seemed to intensify and I could hear her
snapping at Bill.
"Get your tongue up my ass, Bill. You can do better than that
and you know it."
Finally, Peggy released my head. "Stop, both of you. I want to
see now how well Gloria can lick my ass." At this, Peggy
simply did a 180-degree turn and I was faced with her rounded
buttocks within inches of my servile mouth.
"Come and get it, kids. You know what to do. You, Gloria, can
figure it out. I warn you, though, that even if you did a
commendable job on my pussy, the real test of your devotion is
before you now. I know how far Bill can get his tongue up my
ass and I expect you to do as well."
Peggy was again silent as I burrowed my face between her silken
ass cheeks and tentatively touched her anus with the tip of my
tongue. Because Bill had just been there, it was already wet
with his saliva and I ran my tongue over the entrance and up
the groove between the globes of Peggy's ass.
I could hear Peggy starting to whimper and moan again as she
reacted to the combined actions of her husband and her best
friend. Hurrying now, afraid that I would incur her wrath if I
performed ineptly, I inserted my tongue into her anus and felt
totally depraved. Here I was with my tongue up the ass of my
best friend, my best female friend, and I knew that I had
'found a home'.
Although this entire experience had been completely alien, I
felt that it was only appropriate that I be kneeling behind
Peggy's ass, my tongue still tangy with the taste of her pussy,
now serving her in the most submissive manner. I realized now,
why she had called this the 'submissive kiss'. I couldn't
imagine a more humbling position to be in.
I knew that Peggy and I would never relate to each other in the
same manner again. I was completely happy that this was to be
the case. I knew that she was peaking again as I felt my
tongue being squeezed by the constricting sphincter muscles in
her ass as she again reached her zenith of pleasure.
"Stop now. Both of you. That will have to do for now.
Gloria, get up and walk over to the table. On it you will find
leather straps identical to those worn by Bill on his wrists
and ankles. Bill, help her put them on and then secure the
straps for her whipping."
Things were now happening too fast. The desire in my loins had
reached a crescendo that was new to me. I was tempted to
masturbate myself to get some relief. I wasn't at all
concerned about doing this in front of Bill and Peggy so urgent
was my need for surcease. What I was concerned about, though,
was the additional punishment that I was sure it would bring
from Peggy if I dared to do such a thing.
Straps on my ankles and wrists - ankles secured to the floor
bolts where Bill had recently had his ankles chained - wrists
above my head and fastened to the rafter, I waited for what I
knew was to follow.
"Gloria, are you ready for your discipline now?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I want you to ask for it properly. I want you to ask me to
spank you on the bottom. I want you to ask me to make you cry
from your spanking. Go ahead."
"Yes, ma'am. Please spank me now until I cry."
Peggy said nothing but instead began smacking my buttocks with
the palm of her hand. First the left buttock, then the right,
then left, right, left, right, left, right. The spanking
wasn't particularly severe and, again, I surprised myself by
wishing that she would spank harder. Somehow, apparently, she
guessed what I was thinking.
"Is that hard enough for you, Gloria? Or, do you want me to
spank harder? Answer me, now."
"Please spank me harder, ma'am. Please spank me so that I'll
cry."
I immediately got my wish as Peggy started smacking me much
harder now. Her hand made a loud smacking noise each time that
it came into contact with my buttocks. I could feel the heat
of the spanking in my butt. I could also, as Peggy had
explained that I would, feel the heat spreading to between my
legs.
I suddenly realized, somewhat to my dismay, that I was fast
approaching sexual release from the spanking. Again, Peggy
somehow seemed able to read my mind as her spanking hand
increased both the speed and strength of the smacks.
"Do you want to orgasm from your spanking, Gloria? Bill, get
over here and on your knees between her legs. I want you to
lick Gloria's pussy while I spank her."
Directly, I felt Bill between my spread thighs and, as his
tongue met my pussy, I started to orgasm as never before. I'd
read about and heard about multiple orgasms but had never
experienced one before. As I felt Peggy spank harder and
faster, my orgasm took over and spread throughout my entire
body. Normally, I would experience this feeling as waves that
washed over me and subsided after thirty seconds or so.
Not this time. As the sexual waves washed over me, I felt the
same intensity that I always felt at such a moment. But,
instead of subsiding, the sensations continued to build into
another peak and another and another. I heard my own voice
now. Shameless.
"Yes, thank you. Please keep it up. Yes. Yes. Oh, God.
Ohhh."
When I thought that I could stand it no more, Peggy suddenly
ceased with her hand and told Bill to stop. I was breathing
heavily and trying to catch my wind as I watched Peggy stride
to the table and pick up the paddle laying there. I felt a
lump in my throat as I realized that she meant to paddle me
with the wooden paddle.
I considered pleading with her but had already learned that
this would only merit me additional punishment for the whining.
I told myself that the paddle couldn't possibly hurt that much
more than the spanking that I'd just received. I found out
quickly how terribly mistaken I was on that score.
Peggy had resumed her position behind me after getting the
paddle and I waited for her to begin. "Do you have anything
that you wish to say, Gloria."
I thought that I knew what she wanted me to say and responded
accordingly. "Please paddle me now, Peggy. Please paddle me
until I cry."
"You might have wondered why I spanked you so lightly. So
lightly that you have yet to shed tears from your punishment.
I wanted to save your tears for the paddle. I plan to give you
an even dozen swats. After I deliver each swat, you will thank
me and ask for the next. The way that you will do this is to
say, 'Thank you, ma'am, another please?'. Now, are we clear?
Do you understand me, Gloria?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Crack" The paddle exploded across my ass at the same moment
that Bill returned his attentions to my sopping pussy. God,
how it stung. I felt as if I had sat down on a hot steam iron
or a nest of honey bees.
"Thank you, ma'am, another please?"
"Smack."
"Thank you, ma'am, another please?"
"Smack."
"Thank you, ma'am, another please?"
On the third stroke, I began to cry. On the fourth, the tears
were running down both cheeks. On the fifth, I started
begging. "Oh, please, Peggy. This is my first paddling ever.
Can't you go a bit lighter? Please? I'll do anything that you
tell me to do, just no more now. Please."
"Crack."
If it was possible, the sixth was harder than any of the first
five. I knew that it was Peggy responding to my pleas and
determined to beg no more. "Th-th-thank you ma'am, a-another
puh-please?"
I had never in my life stuttered but I did now. I felt like
and sounded like a naughty little girl who had misbehaved and
was now getting her just punishment. It was embarrassing; it
was humiliating; it was painful; and, it was exciting. I could
feel Bill suckling on my clitoris and knew that he was trying
to bring me to another orgasm along with the pain of the
paddle.
"Smack."
"Thank you, ma'am, another please?" Five more to go.
"Crack."
I felt that I could take no more. In spite of this feeling,
though, I obeyed. "Thank you, ma'am, another please?"
"As I will teach you when it is your turn to whip Bill, the
secret is in the wrist action. The sting of the paddle is very
much intensified with the proper wrist English applied for good
measure."
"Crack."
"Oh, please, please. Peggy, please can't we stop the paddling?
I promise you. We can do it some other time."
"Crack...crack...crack...crack."
Four hard swats delivered with no pause between them. I knew
that Peggy was simply punishing me for my begging. But, even
though I knew this, the pain of the paddle was driving me
crazy. "Oh, Peggy, that's a dozen. Can't we stop?"
"Crack...crack...crack...crack."
"Oh, please." And then, correcting myself, "Thank you ma'am,
another please?" Finally mouthing the words as I was supposed
to, I knew that Peggy would be more than willing to accommodate
my request for another.
"Crack."
And, at that, I started experiencing an orgasm to end all
orgasms. I swear, my toenails curled and my hair hurt so
intense was it. Peggy, realizing what I was feeling, started
swinging the paddle harder and more quickly.
"The paddling will end when your pleasure peaks, Gloria."
I barely heard her words as the waves of my orgasm continued to
spread to every square inch of my body. I suddenly understood
why the French referred to this as 'the little death'. I can
only remember feeling like I was all ass and pussy during the
following moments.
My mind registered pain/pleasure - pleasure/pain - in a series
of confusing signals to the brain by the expertise of Bill, yet
on his knees before me and sucking my pussy for all he was
worth; and the continued contact of the wooden paddle with my
ass as Peggy kept smacking it repeatedly as she had promised.
I think that I must have lost consciousness since I have only a
dim memory of the paddling (and my pleasure) ending, my body
being released and being led to the sofa by Bill and Peggy
holding me up on either side. They thoughtfully laid me on my
tummy and Peggy sent Bill to fetch me a glass of wine.
"It's over now, Gloria. Calm down. You did beautifully and I
could tell that you enjoyed the experience immensely. Here,
take a drink."
Taking small sips of the wine, I found its tart taste
invigorating. I knew that I could now give Bill the whipping
that I was promised and I wanted to get to it immediately.
"Can I whip him now? I want to do it while my ass is still on
fire. I tend to think that I'll show less mercy when I hurt so
much myself. And, I definitely don't wish to show the first
hint of mercy."
"Bill, I sure hope that you're ready to scream. Because, if
Peggy will let me, I intend to demonstrate that I can give it
as well as receive it. Can I whip him now, Peggy?"
"Bill, assume the position. Come on, Gloria, you've earned the
privilege. Let me help you fasten him."
"No. Thanks, anyway, Peggy. If it's OK with you, I want to do
it all by myself." Getting no objection from Peggy, I hastened
to fasten the bindings at Bill's ankles and wrists so that I
could proceed.
"Are you afraid, Bill? You should be. This is the first time
that I've had the opportunity to whip a man and I intend to
whip you very severely." I was standing in front of Bill,
looking directly into his eyes as I spoke and I was gratified
to see the beginning of real fear there.
My hands were busy massaging his cock and I was tempted to ask
permission to make him ejaculate again but decided to forego
this pleasure for now.
"Peggy, I want to use the can. From what I could see earlier,
it seems to cause the most pain and pain is what I want to give
him - in a very big dose. Do I have your permission to can him
severely?"
"As long as you restrict the blows of the can to his ass, you
have a free hand, honey. Enjoy yourself."
I fetched the cane from the floor where it had lain since
having been discarded earlier and took up my position to the
side and slightly behind the hanging nude form of her husband.
Enough talk. Time to whip some ass!
In the next few minutes, I confirmed my suspicion that I would
enjoy hearing Bill beg and cry from a whipping with no gag to
interfere. I swung the cane experimentally and measured his
reaction each time that it met with his naked, already
punished, ass. With each stroke, I increased the strength of
my swing and was rewarded within six cuts by his voice, broken
with sobbing.
"Please, Peggy, it's too hard. Please make her stop."
When I heard Bill begin to beg, I got pissed. What a baby, I
thought. If I could take a paddling on my female bottom, he
could damn well endure a little caning on his male one. I
decided to see how far I could take this. Ignoring his crying
and carrying on, I began swinging the cane as fast and as hard
as I could for perhaps eight or ten cuts.
By the end of this volley, Bill was beside himself. His
begging would have been touching had I not just been hanging
where his body now hung. Because of this, I ignored him and
looked at Peggy as he begged.
"Please, Peggy. Peggy, it's too much. Make Gloria stop.
She's whipping me too hard. Please. Please. Please, make her
stop."
"I want to make him cum before I finish his caning. May I?"
"Go ahead, he's all yours."
Without even thinking about it, I dropped the cane to the
basement floor and moved to my position in front of his hurting
body. I again looked into his eyes as my hands began a slow
massage of his genitals. His cock was wet from semen dripping
from its end and I used this to lubricate the head while
milking the shaft with my other hand.
"Cum for me, Bill. Fill my hands with your cum. I might even
let you lick them clean before I finish your caning. If you
think that the last few minutes have been painful, you won't
believe what I will do to your ass after you cum."
The cock throbbing in my hand was ready to spurt its seed.
Hard as a rock and pulsing with heat, I knew that Bill couldn't
control himself much longer.
"Now, Bill, fill my hands. Give me all of your cum. I want
you to be totally devoid of lust for the last of your caning.
I want you to scream with the pain. Cum for me now, Bill!"
It was hard to believe that he could produce so much semen
again with such a short span of time since his last orgasm.
Again, taking my cue from the lessons learned from my dominant
friend, I raised first one hand and then the other to his
waiting mouth where they were quickly licked clean.
Picking up the cane from where I had dropped it, I turned to
Peggy. "Peggy, I think that I have done pretty well tonight.
I want you to leave bill and I alone for five minutes. I want
him to know that I alone will decide when to stop his caning.
I want him to beg me - not you. Will you do this for me?"
"What do you think, Bill? Should I let her have you at her
mercy?"
"Please, Peggy, stay with us. She'll whip me too hard.
Please, don't leave me alone."
"Wrong answer, Bill. You continue to disappoint me. I hope
that Gloria whips you very hard. And, if I get a bad report
from her when I return, I'll whip you again after she is
through with your sorry ass."
"Give it your best, Gloria. I'll be gone for more than five
minutes, though. I want to take a shower and that'll give you
all the time that you want and then some. Enjoy."
"Thank you, ma'am."
And Peggy was up the basement stairs and out of sight.
Standing in front of Bill, I savored the feeling of power that
I felt as I stared into his eyes and saw the tears forming and
rolling down his puppy dog cheeks.
"I want you to ask me to whip your ass, Bill. You understand
that I'm not married to you and feel not the slightest
compunction about whipping you much harder than Peggy would.
"You understand that your ass belongs to me now and I have
every intention of whipping it until it bleeds down your legs.
But, first, I want you to ask me for it."
"Please, Gloria, do you have to whip me so hard? I already
hurt so very much from the whippings that I've already gotten
tonight. Please, have mercy, Gloria."
"You are only getting me more and more pissed, Bill. 'Be right
back."
With this, I stepped into position and let fly with the cane.
Once, twice, thrice, and on. Ten cuts in not more than thirty
seconds. Bill literally wailed. He jerked. He screamed. He
begged. And, I absolutely, positively, without any
reservation, loved every sweet moment of it. I'd never felt so
completely in control in my life. The feeling of power caused
by that thin piece of cane pole was a rush that nearly
overwhelmed me in its intensity.
Again, in front of his hanging, naked body. Again, looking
into his eyes. "You know what I want to hear, Bill. What I
will hear if you ever want this to end. Speak to me!"
"Oh. Oh, Jesus. Please, ma'am, whip me until my ass bleeds
down my legs. Oh, God help me. Please. Please."
Bill was nearly incoherent from his fear as I again took my
position to the side and slightly to the rear of his trembling,
nude body.
I lost track of how much time passed during the caning that
followed. I would be unable to say how many cuts that I gave
Bill, how many times that I made him scream in pain. What I
know for sure, is that after that night, Bill never again
looked at me without fear in his eyes.
Fear that I would again have the opportunity of having him
hanging from the rafters. Naked, bloody, crying, screaming,
begging, hurting, and, completely at my mercy.
That night, I was introduced to female domination. That night
started a new life for me that provided excitement, sexual
gratification, and satisfaction that I'd never know. By
allowing myself to submit to the control of my friend, I'd
experienced both the joy of submission and the pleasure of
loving another woman in a sexual manner.
By dominating her husband, I'd learned the joy of assuming the
dominant role and the satisfaction of having a man dance to my
tune for a change.
On the other hand, that night, after all was said and done,
was, after all, only "The Beginning".
