The Story of J

Sitting close to him sends shivers down her spine. They sit close, his hand playing absently with the delicate hairs at the back of her neck. She feels his hand tighten on a handful of hair. He pulls her face close to his and kisses her roughly on the lips. She gets her knees under her so she can get leverage to kiss him back and he pushes her head down on the other side of him so that she is lying across his knees. Ooh, delicious chills! He flips up her skirt, exposing her panties. “What a lovely ass, so inviting” he murmurs, running his hand up her thigh and cups a cheek. “There’s just one thing it’s missing.” She turns a little to look at him, pouting. “What’s wrong with my ass? You don’t like it anymore?” “Oh, sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with it. I love it. It’s just not red enough for my tastes.” As he says the last word, his hand comes down hard on her bottom.

“It makes such a pleasant noise” he says. He knows that the first smack was too hard to start with, so he rubs the spot a little before applying more swats. She likes it to start slow, a smack, a rub, then two smacks and a rub. It slowly builds up from there. Soon, he is not rubbing at all, only pausing after giving each cheek a good, hard slap. He can see the muscles clenching in anticipation at each pause, it makes him smile.

“I’m not sure if that’s enough, I’ll have to check” He pulls her panties down to expose her entire ass. Indeed, it is rather pink. But only in the center. “Too much cold, pale skin. Have to warm it up.” He starts a series of fast, moderately hard slaps that cover all the white space. He makes her entire ass red, from hip to hip and from the delicate crease where her legs and ass meet to the cute little dimples below her waist. She writhes, she wiggles, she groans but she knows better than to try to get away.

When he is satisfied with the shade of red and the warmth emanating from her sore bottom, he rests his hand on it. His hand gently moves up and down and around in circles to soothe the stinging both in his hand and her bottom. “Mmmmmm, thank you, Sir.” Her voice is breathy and soft as it usually is when she’s enjoying herself so much. To be sure, he slides a finger down, into her pussy. Just as he suspected, it was soaking wet. She loved it. He pulls his finger out and puts her panties back where they belong. She makes those little whiny noises that mean she wants more. “All in good time, my dear. Why don’t you help it along and go get me a few things. I want 6 clothespins, 2 rubber bands, the small flogger, and a drink.” She scurries off his lap and goes to gather his request. She returns, not even 2 minutes later. He stands up and takes his drink.

He tells her to lie down on the couch, with her head against the fluffy arm as a pillow. He holds an ankle and, not so gently, guides her leg to rest on the back of the couch and the other, he pushes off, onto the floor. This renders her inner charms effectively open to whatever he deems appropriate. Her Master takes one clothespin, opening and closing it over and over to put a little fear into her. He quickly clamps it down on one lip, toward the top. She moans and squirms, but can’t get it off. He flicks it back and forth a few times, to play with it and make her squirm more. How he loves it when she squirms. Going back to the task at hand, he puts another clothespin and clamps it on the opposite lip, directly across from the first. The next two, one on each lip go farther down. She is moaning and rolling her hips with the sensation of having her lips pinched like that. Next, the rubber bands. One on each pair of clothespins, toward the bottom where they pinch so as not to make them loosen their grip. This holds them together, thereby holding her lips tightly together and sending little quivers through her with the exquisite pain/pleasure of it.

He unsnaps the top of her sundress and pulls out both breasts. She gasps and then moans when he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard on it. Her hands run through his hair, pulling a little. He switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. When he pulls away, she tugs on his hair a little to guide him to her. Taking his face in both hands, she gently kisses him on the mouth, letting him know just how turned on she is. He grasps a nipple and rolls it between his finger and thumb until it’s hard enough for his plans. Another clothespin, turned so it lays flat against her breast and clamps down hard on her flesh. He subjects the other nipple to the same treatment and pulls her top closed. “UH!” she objects. “I said all in time. Now stand up.” In order to not disturb the clothespins on her pussy, she had to scoot her butt over to the edge of the couch before sitting up. He tosses her jacket to her and gets a quizzical look. “We’re going to have a cigarette first.” They do not smoke inside their home, except on rare occasions. She hobbled outside, the clothespins on her pussy being very uncomfortable with every movement and the top of her dress rubbing on those clothespins, causing a greater degree of discomfort. He put them on exactly the way he knows she hates them. Because they cause the most pain that way. He leisurely lights his cigarette and waits for her to get hers out. She puts it to her lips and he lights it. The entire cigarette takes forever for smoke. At least for her. He is enjoying her discomfort. When they are almost done, he tells her to turn around. He pushes on her back and bends her over, lifts up the back of her skirt and places two very hard, loud slaps on each cheek. He knows that this embarrasses her, because of the opportunity for others to see it. They go inside and he guides her upstairs to the bedroom. Well, tonight it will be a dungeon.