Jacked Up – Ch. 3

He un-tied me from the bed and laid down beside me, kissing me and holding me as the shivers began to calm. I nuzzled my head into his neck feeling all of the security in the world. I slipped into a soft sleep with the rise and fall of his breaths and the rhythm of his heartbeat. She had taken all he had given, and as he watched her dreaming, he knew he must take her further. His cock throbbed as he felt her hot ass, welted with his hands and his belt. But, not yet, let her rest. She needed to be ready for what he was going to require of her.
In their chats on the web, she had mentioned a spatula – the rubber kind for cake mixes, and what a wild sting it was. He was paying attention and had brought three sizes with him. He also had a wooden hairbrush made with her name engraved on it. He knew she needed a release from all of her past before him and he had to make her cry. Soon…
I kissed him awake in the morning and kissed his hard-on, but he stopped me. Not yet. After a luxurious bath, we went out to the pool, – my striped bottom was sore from the night before and the bathing suit rubbing it. I was embarrassed but complied when he insisted that I remove my wrap and join him for a swim. We played like dolphins and I splashed at him, testing him. He just smiled a subtle smile that let me know, “soon.” After lunch, we returned to the room where he had company waiting for us. He introduced them and for my benefit, told them he was training me in submission and thanking them for coming to witness my transformation. He unzipped his pants and told me to come thank him on my knees for last night. As I sucked him, and oh, could I suck him, he took off his belt and smacked my sore backside. Then, he stood me up, and turned my back to him and began to undress me facing the others. He played with my nipples and pussy and squeezed my ass hard. I felt his erection from behind and wished he would thrust it into me, but not yet. He told them all he had done to me and how it made me cum. He told me to get the new toys out of the suitcase and bring them to him. I was shocked when I saw the spatulas and thought, “Oh no, this was just a fantasy, I don’t want this.” But, I obeyed. He sent me back for the gift-wrapped box, and I feared what was within. He led me to the coffee table and had me kneel on the pads he had placed there for my knees. I was naked and exposed right in front of these strangers. He explained to me that this was it. I had to prove to him that I wanted to be guided and protected and disciplined by him. So, he would not be restraining me, and he would not stop until I went over that edge. I agreed to hold onto the table as he pushed my head down gently. I knew this spread my ass cheeks and they could all see my most private parts.
He swatted me without warm-up with the largest spatula. It stung as he hit me hard and fast, bottom cheeks and thighs. I squirmed in pain, but my tolerance was so very high. He switched to the smaller spatula and spattered my ass with sharp strikes until I yelped. Finally, the smallest spatula, an instrument of intense pain, was hitting me all around my tiny hole and I thought I would do anything to escape, but something kept me in my place. He moved down onto my pussy with fast, sharp, stinging blows. He pushed his finger into me and took the silky juice out to show the others what I was really made of.
No reprieve this time – he reached for the box and put it under my face, telling me to open it. I gasped. A hairbrush was not even in my fantasies. It seemed dreadful. He took me over to the chair and pulled me over his knee, saying he was going to penetrate me with the handle. But, not until after he saw our names imprinted on her ass from the engraving. I wanted to struggle against him, but he did not attempt to keep me down physically. He knew I had to submit emotionally. The fight was in my head. How could I keep myself over his knee waiting for the next blows? I knew what it meant. He had explained the meaning, the rules, his limits, and what he would require of me. He was worth it and I needed his discipline. He made me count, saying there would be 300 swats on my already well beaten bottom, and if I missed one, I would get 10 more on my thighs. So, I counted. Through moans and tears and finally I went limp, but I still counted. He had gotten through. I was almost his.
He turned me over onto his lap and held me as I cried it all out. As I looked in his eyes, I knew it was time to thank him and I climbed down onto my knees and took him in my mouth until he was rock hard. He had me bend over the loveseat and he thrust into my pussy as deep and hard as he could. He rammed me quickly, slapping my ass with every thrust. He pulled out and placed his cock at my back entrance and pushed the head in, pulling in and out, over and over. I felt him to my core. He pulled out and in one hard thrust, he torpedoed all the way in. I cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain. He pulled all the way out and pushed all the way in, until he was fucking my ass completely. He slowed down and told me to push myself back onto him. He came deep into my ass and fell forward onto me with all of his weight pinning me beneath him. I felt spent, I felt taken, and I felt Jacked Up.
He smiled with satisfaction. She was a wild spirited woman with the independence and strength to take the world by storm. He would always nurture that. She was like a wild horse who needed to be broken, but only so it could race to win. She was an Alpha female who needed a man more Alpha than her. It was with him, and only him, that this deep and private need would be fulfilled.