The perfect height

This afternoon promises to be interesting…for YOU at least! I find myself bent over and naked, secured to a bar stool with leather cuffs on both wrists and ankles. Just for kicks, you’ve also placed a wide leather belt around my waist and buckled it underneath the stool, giving the nipples on my helplessly hanging tits a few playful pinches before rising. I’m totally immobile now (barring a few squirms) and ready for this punishment you’ve decided I need.

I am somewhat comfortable and can remain in this position for hours, but I’m still very aware that my legs are bent and spread, shackled to the front legs of the stool. My ass is up and everything’s exposed: pussy, anus and clitoris. You say this is the “perfect height” for what you have in mind, and I’m now starting to wonder about that.

On the wall is your array of weapons: paddles, whips, canes and floggers. You say you SHOULD use all of them and I’m starting to shiver as the light from the late afternoon sun comes in the window and showcases my bound, helpless body. All of them? Please, Sir! It wasn’t that bad of a transgression!

Time to start, and you select the long leather flogger. Your strokes are quick and purposeful, landing on my upturned cheeks and making them dance for you. Just enough to make me squirm and start to sweat. Once you’ve given me about 10 hard smacks with that, you move to the canes (junior and senior) and work on your techniques with both.

They’re actually “love taps” with each cane. Not hard….just light enough to hurt and sting my already reddened cheeks. Perhaps 6 light strokes with each? I haven’t been VERY bad, I just forgot you wanted to be picked up at 3:30 instead of 4:00.

The canes (and my reactions) amuse you so much that you decide the plastic switch is in order. And I HATE that thing! It’s three feet long and looks like a fly-fishing rod. Very springy, supple and the sting is unbearable!

You’ve only used it on me once and that was for meeting a stranger for lunch without telling you. Your anger was because of your concern for my safety. My not letting you know I was meeting him meant that he could have kidnapped, raped and killed me and no one would have known about my wearabouts. I slept on my stomach for two nights because of the marks from that spanking.

But you want to try it again and as I feel each stroke land on my helpless behind, I lift my head and howl. Even though you’re not swinging it as hard as you did the first time you used it on me, I still feel each hot *ZING* in my rear from that thing…especially when you give me 3 almost on top of each other right on my sit spot! OUCH!!

I think at this time a cool down would be in order with alot of cold washcloths, baby oil rubbing and perhaps a few digital insertions? MMMM….that would be nice. I would LOVE having you massage the welts on my cheeks away with your big paws covered in baby oil, every so often invading my exposed and vulnerable pussy and rectum a finger or two.

WAIT!! BABY OIL!! OH NO!!! Now comes the paddles and the oil will make it sting worse!! Get me off of this thing!

Unfortunately you want to try all of the paddles on the wall, so the next choice is the leather tawse, third from the right. And it HURTS!! Five strokes to each cheek leaves me crying and begging for mercy. So you let my buns cool down for a few minutes while you check the status of my pussy. I’m daring to drip, which means SERIOUS business because I’m not necessarily supposed to be enjoying this.

Once I’ve finished crying you say you are getting tired of my noise and place a ball gag in my mouth and buckle it around my head. Time for the big guns and you don’t wanna hear any bitching about it.

First the black paddle. How about 7 whacks per cheek for luck?? I won’t mind….or at least you won’t HEAR me minding because all I can do now is squirm and whine a little through my nose. My ass turns white, then fills with red as the blood comes back to the cheek after each blow.

But more paint is needed on my bouncy cheeks, so it’s on to the ping pong paddle. I can’t count how many cracks you take at my ass with this thing…I’m too busy sweating and writing trying to escape my bonds, but you know the fire on my butt makes the fire in my pussy burn hotter, so you keep *SMACK*ing me with the ping pong until you are tired of it.

Once again, it’s time for a cool down and some crushed ice administered to my behind is very welcome. You see me relax and droop over the block in my bonds because the fire is now started to cool down some on my back cheeks. AAAhhhh….sweet relief!

Unfortunately you’ve also taken the liberty of freezing up some “suppository” sized tubes of water and, after my behind has cooled, you’ve decided a little icy injection into my anus would further cool things off. You also want the numbness of my cheeks to wear off for the final volley of blows.

When you place the first of the ice tubes to my anus, I tense up and try to look over my shoulder, but a quick slap to my derriere stops that. You watch my body tense and try to disallow the ice into my rectum, but you’re persistent with your pressure and, sure enough, my rectum eases up enough so the thing finally slips in….making an instant impression on me as my asshole and rectum start to freeze.

You’ve made six and have informed me that I have FIVE to go! OH HELL NO!! and I start struggling again. But I can barely move or even cry out and you pull up a chair to further enjoy your torture. One by one these test-tube sized ice cubes are slid slowly into my ass…sometimes you push them in with one finger and keep your finger in my sphincter to “warm” it up a bit as I squirm in protest. I know they’re going to melt and when they do….I HATE squirting like that in front of someone.

Finally the last tube is inserted….and unfortunately the ice pops back out into your hand.

You sigh heavily….and I shake knowing I shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t help it. I’m so full and the others haven’t melted sufficiently to allow another one in. My guts are starting to get cold!

I hear you stand, leave the room, then come back and sit back down. Wondering what you are up to, I know you are starting to get a little testy with me because I threw your ice tube back at you. I hear the snap of a cap as it shuts and, before I have time to wonder what you’re up to, I feel the icy cold of the last tube (which *UNFAIR* is slightly larger than the rest) being slid quickly and forcefully up my rectum.

I gasp because of the abruptness of the ice and manner in which you jammed it in, but my breath immediately rushes out as you place the tip of the medium butt-plug to my anus and, working slowly and carefully this time, force my ring to open and accept the size of it. That cap snapping was KY, and you used a liberal amount on the plug to ensure that even if TRIED to clench my sphincter, it would do no good.

Sure enough, my asshole widens to it’s largest dilation ever and you hear me try to scream through my gag. Quick as you can, and with a forceful push, the plug is now seated firmly in my behind and my anus has closed around the neck. No water or ice will come out at you now and I’m once again straining at my bonds trying to ease the sensation of cold and fullness in my ass.

After awhile, I’m drooping again in my bonds and you know it is now time for the final punishment. I hear you get up and return the chair to the corner. Looking to my left I take stock of what is left on the wall:

Only three left, but they are the three I fear the most! The rubber flexi paddle, the wooden stinger, and the rug-beater. OH shit. I hate all three.

I feel you removing my gag and telling me that you want my input: If I want to remove an implement from the wall and substitute an already used device, I may do so….but the cost is that I MUST perform a blow-job on
you, to completion, while it’s being used. This means the worse job I do, the longer the spanking will
be.

Since I am in no position to argue (and, unfortunately I’m in an excellent position for sucking cock….NOW I know what you meant about the perfect height), I know the only answer I can give is which implement.

“Please, Sir,” I say in a small, meek voice. “Please, Sir. Remove the rug beater? Please?”

“As you wish” is your answer, and it’s taken down and placed in the corner. “But what shall I replace it with?”

Knowing that you’ll be standing during this next scene, I decide the leather tawse should probably be the right choice. Swinging from the angle you’ll be at, it would be too easy for the lashes of the flogger to hit my exposed pussy accidentally and I KNOW you wouldn’t want to inadvertently hurt that toy. If you wanted to lash my pussy, you would have strapped me down on the bar, face up. So I make my choice:

“Please Sir. Please spank me with the leather flogger until I make you cum in my mouth. Please?”

You look content with that choice and pick up the flogger. Once it’s in your hand, you unzip your trousers and take out your cock, which has been hard for the past 45 minutes due to the spanking, ice rape, and plug insertion.

“As you wish.” is your answer to me, again.

Since I can’t use my hands, you take your cock in your left hand and offer it to my mouth. My lips and warm tongue go to work immediately. Taking a moment to enjoy the sensation, you relax and allow my saliva to coat your entire penis while I fight to get it as far down my throat as possible.

Leaning forward slightly, you take two swings to my ass cheeks *WHAP!* *WHAP!* one on each cheek from a dead-on vertical and I gasp and actually drop your cock out of my mouth!!!

“That’s a no-no” you say. Moving around to my rear, hard cock bobbing in the air, you take three penalty shots to each cheek, right on the sit spot each time further enflaming the switch marks from earlier, and make me jump and cry out how sorry I am and that I can do better, give me another chance.

So, once again, you come back in front of me, guide your cock into my waiting mouth, and lean over my back, bracing yourself with your left hand on my upper back. I can barely breath, but I’m putting every ounce of energy I have into tickling, tonguing, sucking and manipulating your cock in my mouth and down my throat. I’m not going to drop it again! The penalty blows go up by three each time I do! I know this from past experience!

And you begin again taking *TWACK*ing shots at my upturned ass.

The only sounds in the room are the *SMACK* *SMICK* and **WHAPP!!** of the leather tawse, the suckling sounds and little moans of me licking, sucking and pleasing your cock, and the increasing sound of both of our breathing, coming heavier and quicker:

Mine from the extended, constant pain in my fanny and my doubled-and re-doubled desperate efforts to make you cum, making my tongue dance and curl along the bottom of your cock while I vacumn as much air out of my mouth as possible to make you climax.

Yours from the exertion of spanking my naughty cheeks and your nearing explosion.

After five minutes of this, I feel a change. The slaps on my behind are coming fewer and further between, as well as less intense. And your cock! Your cock is starting to get bigger! I’m almost there! You’re almost there!

Finally I feel you start to shudder and I take your cock as deeply into my throat as possible so I won’t spill your seed out. You lean further over my prone and helpless body, your hips start bucking as your climax approaches and I suck even harder to speed you along.

At the last second, your left hand kneads my back and your right hand swings 5, 10, 15, 20 stinging blows rapidly, haphazardly and at full strength into my sore upturned buttocks as you explode into my mouth. Some of the strikes hit the plug and I want to scream but can’t with your gushing cock down my throat.

Sometimes the tip of the flogger whips into my exposed, shaved pussy, causing white-hot pain to make me feel like passing out, but I mustn’t lose consciousness because you’re cumming and I need to swallow your cum.

At all times as you cum and spank, you are shouting “Take THAT slut! Swallow it! Milk it! You’re my cum-catcher, bitch! Suck it, WHORE!!!” and I feel your hot cum coursing and spurting down my throat. I’m pleased that I’ve gotten you off, but I’m also in agony and firey pain from the intense “cum spanking” you just gave me and really start to really cry as you collapse across my body, finally dropping the leather tawse.

Now you very gently rub your palms and fingers across my poor, tortured bottom. Even while sobbing and hiccuping, I still manage to clean every last drop of cum off your cock so it’s clean when you put it away. I’m a good sub and that would be poor manners to leave you covered in your own cum.

Once your cock is clean and you’ve dropped from my mouth, I begin crying uncontrollably. You’ve taken me further than before in this pain and I need a break. With no code word being called out, you know I’ve reached the end of my tether and can go no further. You mentally decide the last two implements – the cherry stinger and the rubber flexible beater – will have to wait until another day because this sub’s used up for tonite.

You tuck yourself back in, admiring my cleaning handiwork, and zip up your trousers. Then, working quickly, talking low and gently, occasionally rubbing my upper back (because you know that, above all else, soothes me most), you unbuckle me from the stool and help me to stand on shaky legs.

Supporting my weight because I can barely stand now, you help me to the nearby restroom so you can gently (but quickly) remove the plug and I can release what little water is in my rectum.

What follows then is you giving me a kind, loving shower in tepid water (because I can’t sit in a tub right now…my ass hurts too much) and put me to bed so I can sleep, locked in your arms and forgiven for making you wait a half hour.

There’ll be time for the last two implements tomorrow or the next day. I’m sure you’re looking forward to using them.