098
It was taking every ounce of strength and focus not to cum. I tried to empty my mind of everything, to enter a zen state I sometimes got in yoga. Sarah shocked me, swatting me again hard with her other hand and I instantly lost my battle and orgasmed, wailing.
"I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming! Ungh, ungh, ungh, aaauuugggghhh," I howled.
I didn't squirt, but the volume of fluids running down my legs doubled instantly and still she played with my pussy and ass. It was several minutes before I stopped convulsing wildly on her fingers.
"I guess we're not all capable of squirting," Sarah said. "I certainly had to check it out though. You sure made a mess of my legs, slave."
"I'm sorry Mistress," I gasped, aware the cum running down my leg must be running down hers as well.
"Very impressive," Master said.
"Shall we continue, slave," Sarah said.
I really didn't feel the last nine with her hand as painful, though the contact was enough to allow me to keep track.
"That was astonishingly fun," Sarah said when she'd finished. "My hand kind of stings, but not nearly as much as your ass, I'll wager. It's quite red."
"We should give her bottom a chance to rest," Master said.
"Slave," Sarah asked, "which of the two punishment instruments do you like the least?"
I did not like this question. Knowing I still faced ninety more swats and she might still be upset about my earlier disclosure, I wondered if my answer would result in more with the one I detested most. Still both Master and Lisa were aware of which I hated most, so a lie might result in the truth being revealed.
"The Enforcer, Mistress."
"Which one is the Enforcer," Sarah asked. I suppose it was a question raised by lack of knowledge. Either might be called an Enforcer.
"The paddle, Mistress."
"Really? Why's that?"
"The paddle can only really be used on my bottom or perhaps the back of my legs. It's too rigid and hard to be used anyplace else, which means all of the strokes will be concentrated there, and it really stings, Mistress. The whip also stings, but it's flexible enough to be used anywhere but on the face, so it can be spread around, back, legs, bottom, front..."
"You can be whipped on the front of your body?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She turned to Master for confirmation. "Not as hard as on other parts," Master said. "Usually I reserve the hardest strokes for her bottom, less hard for her back, legs, and stomach, and least hard for her breasts and mons."
She double checked. "You whip her breasts and mons?"
"Yes," Master said.
"Then I will do her back with the whip, her bottom with the paddle, and her front with the whip, in that order," Sarah said.
At least it wasn't sixty with the enforcer. It sounded reasonable to me.
"Let me show you the bondage and discipline furniture," Master said. "It was made for specifically this purpose."
Master led me to the St. Andrews cross and fastened my wrist cuffs to the top and my ankle cuffs to the bottom.
"I want you to take this whip, and before you lash my slave. I want you to strike yourself. Hit your thighs, your calves, your arms, even your stomach if you can do so. You'll be starting on her buttocks, which are already red from her spanking. If they weren't, they can probably take the strongest stroke on her body, more even than you can tolerate on your arms and legs. Assume for the moment that all they can take for now is the same, especially since you'll be using the Enforcer on her bottom later. Her back and legs can tolerate the same as her reddened ass, but don't hit all in one place. It will leave stripes on her. Keep an eye on the stripes and make sure they're spread evenly on her back and legs. Thirty only, have the slave keep track. We'll talk about her front when it's time to do it."
"Okay."
I heard Sarah striking various parts of her body, getting a feel for the whip in her hand. When I didn't hear it striking her anymore, I knew I was next. I tensed, which wasn't a good thing to do, as it was usually best to go into punishment as relaxed as possible. Her first blow fell on my tender butt. "One," I said. The next was just above the cheeks to the small of my back. "Two," I said. The third fell under my buns to the back of my thighs, just missing the crease. "Three." I had to admit, Sarah was being fairly careful for her first time. Master usually struck me harder. The remainder of the thirty were widely distributed from my shoulders to the base of my calves. The worst ones were to the back of the knees.
After fifteen or so, Sarah paused and looked at Master. "Not bad," he said, at which point he sat down and started playing with Lisa again. Before Sarah was finished with all thirty, Lisa was climaxing again. I wished it was me, even though I'd had a mother of an orgasm. Maybe Sarah would give me another with the handle of the Enforcer when she was using it.
Sarah finished with the whip and admired her handiwork, stroking my back and bottom, tracing some of the red lines left by the whip.
"Where do you usually use the Enforcer?" Sarah asked.
"I usually use the stocks, or even my lap," Master said. "Since she's been punished already and I'm sure she's going to suffer more anguish than usual. I think we'll go with the bench here."
He got up and released me from the cross and placed me on the bench. With my buttocks just over the edge, he fastened down my neck and arms and secured my feet up in the air in a V. My cunt was outrageously exposed in this position, but it did bare my buttocks and my legs and make them very vulnerable to the Enforcer. Sarah ran her fingers up my slit making me shiver.
"Strike yourself with the paddle," Master said. "It really stings to be struck by it and it doesn't require much force to do it. My slave will really feel it without much effort on your part. Part of the reason I put her in this position is it really limits you to her bottom and backs of her thighs. You'll notice the handle of the Enforcer is shaped like a phallus. At some point during her punishment, you might want to use it on her to give her another orgasm to prepare her for the balance of her spanking."
Please let me have another orgasm, I thought. This will be so bad otherwise. I couldn't see Sarah try it on herself, but I heard it pop.
"Ouch! I see what you mean about this thing," Sarah said. "That stings like a bitch."
Keep that in mind when you strike me, Mistress, I prayed silently. I heard two more pops, slightly less loud than the first. Sarah moved closer to me and I could see her standing by my bottom. Master was standing beside her and Lisa was sucking his cock. I tried to zone out. Smack! Right across the bottom of my bum. I flinched and started to cry, but I said, "One." The paddle started to warm me up as her hand had, spreading from my aching bottom to my cunt, even my breasts, my nipples hard and tender. I was sobbing openly now, not even silent. I hated the Enforcer and my buttocks felt like raw hamburger. Somehow, I managed to keep a count, but wasn't keeping track of the number, concentrating instead on the throbbing of my ass cheeks. The pain stopped. The spanking stopped.
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