A spanking to Remember with The Deal
There was no time wasted. My dress was immediately stripped and I was left in nothing but my bustier and the fluffy tail that hung between my legs, the plug firmly lodged in my ass. His hand was immediately around my neck, squeezing tightly as his free hand rained down on my ass.
My skin was so sensitive, these would be the easiest slaps I would get all night, from here it would only be worse. But with every smack I would squirm, try to pull away, try to turn and hide my ass against him against him. He then turned his attention to my breasts, abusing them, slapping, pinching, punching until they were red and every contact made caused me to squirm and cry.
His grip on my throat tightened and he pulled away from me, kicking my ankles apart with his feet. I could feel the stinging on my breasts and ass still, but as he stood in front of me, I knew there was worse to come. I jumped when I felt his knee against my cunt, softly at first, but it grew harder. I backed away in fear, falling onto the settee behind me.
‘Slaves don’t get to sit down on the furniture.’ he used his grip on my throat to pulled me back, only to push me down to the floor again. ‘Remove my shoes’ he ordered.
I made quick work of the laces, taking each shoe off and setting them down together at the end of the settee. Removing his trousers and boxers, he sat down on the settee and pulled me towards him by my ponytail. I settled between his legs and immediately took his cock into my mouth, sucking his shaft and licking at his balls.
He held onto my ponytail, controlling my movements whenever he got bored. Pushing his cock down my throat and thrusting his hips up until I gagged and tried to pull away, even then he only allowed me to breath for a moment, pushing me back down onto his cock. He spoke to me, whispering threats and promises and teasing words, only to hear my whimper against his cock. The tail was still pressed tightly in my ass, the fur brushing lightly against the backs of my thighs.
I ignored the the dull ache on my hands, moving position and focusing on the very different type of ache between my legs. I squeezed them together gently, impatiently waiting for the fucking machine I was promised. I saw it when we first entered the room, I also saw everything else he was likely to use on me.
Eventually he dragged me off of his cock, pulling me to stand and taking me over to the spanking bench. It wasn’t the bench that scared me, it was the straps that kept you there. No escape, no room to wriggle or squirm away. Completely at his mercy.
He pushed me down onto the bench, tightening the strap across my back. He strapped my legs down, two straps across the back of my thighs and calves. Even though my hands were completely free, I was still at his mercy. Strapped tightly to the bench I couldn’t reach behind me to cover my ass, from experience I knew it was a bad idea anyway. I could only grip onto the sides of the bench and grit my teeth through the pain.
He spared no mercy. The cane was hard and lethal on my ass, I only counted to five before the tears came, streaming down my cheeks. I stopped counting, but he didn’t stop hitting me, letting out a scream every time. I didn’t trust my voice anymore, taking in deep breaths to try and control myself. It didn’t work to well, I counted each strike in my head, squirming as much as I could under the straps. He didn’t leave it just on my ass, he moved across the back of my thighs and lightly against my calves as well.
‘Have you been counting?’ he asked, gently stroking my back. I had been, but the variety of places had made me lose count. I quickly recounted in my head, shivering as I remembered each harsh strike.
‘25…’ I stuttered.
‘Are you sure? If you’re wrong, we’ll have to start all over again.
I paused for a moment, doubting myself, but eventually nodded, repeating the number.
‘Good girl.’ he moved to stand behind me and I felt panic take over, I could still feel the sting greatly in my ass. He surely couldn’t be thinking of more?!
He unstrapped my calves and lifted up my foot, grabbing my toes. I couldn’t help but scrunch up my soles, knowing what was coming. Even knowing, I still let out a surprised scream as the cane hit the middle of my foot. He repeated, enjoying himself as I pulled my foot away, pulling my legs together best I could, but eventually I moved back into position, allowing him to strike again. He repeated the same on my other foot, pulling screams and yelps from my lips as I tried to hide my feet, pull them away from him, but still eventually returning them back to his hand.
Once he was finished, I felt his fingers on my pussy, rubbing my clit and his finger dipping into me. Already dripping wet and the pain from the caning made me cum almost immediately.
‘Please sir can I cum?!’ I begged, the tears falling down my cheeks. I heard the yes from behind me and cried out as I came, pleasure building and washing over me. He unstrapped be completely from the spanking bench but I didn’t move, trying to breathe as deeply as I cried against the leather.
‘Good girl, breath through the pain…’ he encouraged, gently stroking my back. Eventually I got up from the bench, but I knew it wasn’t over. I had made this deal, I knew what still had to come, I just didn’t know much more breaking I could take. I glanced at the fucking machine, waiting on the platform for me.
I followed him to a cage with a padded bench on top, following his orders to lie down on it. The cane was still in his hand. As I laid down, I pulled my legs up towards me, the cool leather chilling my ass, but the pressure pressing onto my skin. He pressed the cane against my skin,
‘Straight out.’ it wasn’t a request, it was a warning. Hesitantly I straightened my leg, taking in a breath as I felt my own weight press onto my ass. He wasn’t wasting time, wasn’t building the tension, he pinched one of my nipples, pulling it up and hitting the cane against my skin. I clenched my fists to stop myself from reaching up. I didn’t even bother counting these, knowing he was doing as he pleased by now. Both breasts got the same treatment, but not as harsh as my ass. It was almost kind. I wasn’t paying attention, he was doing what he wanted by now.
The cane was over much quicker than if had been on my ass, moving onto different activities. I froze when he pulled out some clover clamps, he put one on each nipple and smirked as I whimpered. Clenching my fists more, I tried to breath through the pain, I thought I was doing well, until I felt him push my legs apart and I heard the clicking of more clamps.
I had to force myself not to move as I felt the clamps on my pussy lips, internally breathing a sigh of relief as he placed then on my outer lips. He flicked them lightly, enjoying my whimpers of pain.
‘Time to get up.’ he said, I quickly shook my head and whimpered, ‘come on.’ he gave me another chance, and I sat up, avoiding eye contact as I slowly moved off of the padded bench, stopping whenever I felt the clamps move.
I leaned against the bench, holding onto the padding as I watched him pull a weight out of his pocket. Pulling the strings together that were attached to the clamps and added weight to them. He held it in his hand smirking up at me.
‘Shall I let it go?’ he asked, I quickly shook my head no, but it was a rhetorical question. He let go of the weight and I screamed out as it tugged my pussy lips down, but that wasn’t all. Grabbing the weight again he push it back so it began to swing. I cried out and felt my knees almost buckle beneath me. If I wasn’t let against bench I probably would have ended up on the floor.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight as he began to set up the fucking machine, returning every few moments to make sure the ball weight was still swinging and listening to my whimpers.
‘How many slaps to get it off?’ he asked once he was finished setting up. I couldn’t form the words, only whimpering as I felt the ball swinging. ‘How many?’ he asked again.
‘Two?’ I spat out the number quickly, even in pain I was dumb enough to joke and prolong it. He laughed at me, I opened my eyes to watch him shake his head.
‘Pick a real number and I’ll take them off.’ he shrugged. I whimpered, I didn’t want to be slapped but I wanted them off. What number would please him?
‘Ten?’ I whispered, regretting the number as soon as it left my lips. He smiled at the number, standing in front of me.
He gently stroked my cheek before slapping it five times, repeating the same on the other side. Five strikes one right after the other on each cheek, my skin turning red and tears falling freely again. Smiling at his accomplishment, he knelt down and pulled the weight off the clamps.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked, tugging at the clamps. I quickly nodded, wanting it to be over and done with quickly.
I realised how much more painful the clamps could be. A scream pushing its way past my lips as he took off the clamps one at a time, the blood rushing back to the place where the clamps where.
More tears fell as I was pushed down onto the padded bench, the clamps and weights being discarded as he pulled out his hard cock and pulled my legs up. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he fucked me. The mix of feelings intense and confusing.
I could feel the sting on my cheeks, on my ass, on my tits and my pussy, everything made me so sensitive and the more I was fucked the more I could feel the orgasm building.
‘Mantra’ I heard him say, barely hearing anything over my crying. Even through tears I began to speak.
‘I am nothing but a mindless fucktoy.’ I said, the words came out between sobs, voice cracking and orgasm coming fast, the words were repeated ten times in broken sobs.
‘Please can I cum sir!?’ I cried, there was a mumbled yes but I didn’t care. I had made the deal, I had earned the free orgasm all night and all I could do was scream and shake as the orgasm came crashing down onto me.
I was pulled up from the bench, had my tears wiped away and held as I let the last few tears fall. I wanted more. And there was more waiting for me.
With my tears wiped away and rehydrated, I was lead over to the fucking machine, put on all fours onto a large padded platform where the fucking machine sat, ready and waiting for me. The tail butt plug was removed and replaced with the dildo, both holes filled, my brain fogged as all I focused on was being filled. But when the machine was switched on, when the dildos started to move inside me, it was too much, more than I could take.
We had to settle on one whole filled at time, the thinner of the two dildos placed underneath me and rubbing my clit with every thrust. Already so sensitive, the orgasms came fast and repeatedly. As he fiddled with the controls the machine moved between slow and fast paced thrusting. Soon there was no space between the orgasms, the machine didn’t stop thrusting and orgasms came one after the other.
Continuing on and on until I couldn’t take anymore. My mind had become a blank and I could not focus on anything until I couldn’t even hold myself up anymore, falling forward and off the fucking machine I lay trying to catch my breath.
In the corner of my eye I could see him switch off the fucking machine and a bottle of water was placed in front of me. Once again rehydrated I was put back onto the fucking machine, this time my ass being filled. He had told me there was over twenty-five orgasms continuously from the fucking machine. But in my ass, after all of the orgasms throughout the night I could only handle two more before I had to tap out completely.
Thirty plus orgasm meant a night well spent.
