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Lisha and Crystal - Spanked Pussy

byLaceAndHumiliation©

Hi, I'm Lisha. I'm in a relationship with Crystal. Actually, it's more complicated than that. We're in love. We are also fully into a Mistress/sex slave relationship. If you've read the "Little Red Coat" series, you'll know that I'm the submissive in the relationship. Crystal knows me, the real me. She knows what I am, what I need. Even though we are in a loving relationship, she also knows how much I crave, desire, want, need cock. Not just getting cock, but getting humiliated by my desire for it.

Also, she has led me to the discovery at how much I get into pain. As in prior stories, she introduced me to spankings, floggings and even being lashed with her belt. She worked me up slowly, from mild ass spankings to more intense whippings, even, and including my tits, which drives me crazy in a good way. Recently, she's been spanking my pussy with an open hand. It's touched a part of me I don't even know I can explain. A recent conversation led up to this story. We'd just gotten done with a particular vigorous sex session which included her spanking my pussy. This time, she struck my pussy three times as she fingered my pussy and ass. It was like an electric circuit board overloading in my brain.

We were lounging, exhausted in a post sex haze. "So, it seems you really came hard there," Crystal said with a sly smile. "Was it the fingers, the spanks, or both?"

"Oh god, honey, when you slapped my clit after you had me all worked up, that's all it took. I love love love that," I babbled shyly.

"Well, I'll have to make note of that," she chuckled. "It seems lately that you are really into the rougher stuff. I think I'm only holding back a little, but I have a feeling you could take, and really want, a hell of a lot more."

She looked at me for my reaction. I can't lie to her. She has a direct line to my soul, it seems.

"Yes, ma'am," I managed to squeak. I know she loves when she can shame me into admitting my deepest desires.

"I'm just a little thing," she giggled, "I'm not sure I have much more in me." I thought she was inferring that I was complaining. "Oh no, ma'am. "I love it. I know you give me the love I need. It's just that....well...." I stammered.

"What is it, baby? Don't hold back on me or I really will warm that ass up," she grinned.

"Oh, I don't know if I can put this right but...ok...I'll try. Listen, I know you. You know me. I've just had this fantasy...."

"Spill it!" She hissed with a huge smile.

"Well, with you, no matter how you do it, how you spank or whip me...on my ass, my tits, or even my pussy....I know how it's going to go. You have your own limits and I have mine. I'm not sure you doing it harder gets to the heart of it."

She looked at me with a look of understanding. I continued, "my fantasy is quite vivid."

She was on the edge of the bed now, totally engaged. I continued, "you know how I've told you that when I was sore, my pussy that is, from when I've been given to men to use?" She nodded quickly, wanting more from me.

"Well, I don't know how to say it but, when I'm sore down there, and men are still using me, it just makes me feel....even dirtier, you know. Like, in my head I'm thinking, "first they made my pussy get sore from using it, they are making me feel my soreness as it gets fucked again."

"So you want your pussy all sore again, then be made to feel it being used while it's sore. I think we can arrange that. I know we've been taking it kind of easy since the party where you were had by the neighbors and friends," she said thoughtfully.

'Yes, ma'am," I blushed shamefully. "It's not quite my fantasy completely though."

"Oh?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

I couldn't believe I was going to say it out loud even though I knew Crystal of all people would make sure I always got everything I needed. I love her, I trust her, so I had to tell her.

"No, mistress, in my fantasy my pussy is sore for another reason..." I said meekly as her stare nearly melted me.

"Say it," she urged forcefully. She knew I couldn't resist her.

I had to just blurt it out. "No ma'am. In my fantasy I'm helpless, bound in some way. My knees are apart, my pussy is open. I can't close my legs even if I wanted to. Some guy, or some guys, are in front of me. They start slapping my pussy with their open hands. Repeatedly. Over and over, I might be screaming, unless I'm gagged. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not when I'm thinking about it. My hands are bound above me or some of the guys are holding me down. Again, it depends on how I'm thinking about it."

"Mmm hmmm," she nodded knowingly. "Continue."

"It's all just a prelude. I've been worked up in some fashion first. Most often, I've been sucking a cock....or cocks first. I've been played with too. My nipples have been pulled, I've been spanked and felt up. I've thought of it in many different ways."

Crystal was eyeing me lovingly. I don't know why I keep anything from her. She's the most accepting person in the world. I also know she's the most devious and clever and that anything I tell her ends up fulfilling me in the most spectacular ways.

"So that's your fantasy? You said it's a prelude. Prelude to what?"

"Well, that's the fantasy of it. I'm not sure in my own head how it would be, how it would feel since I've never actually had to endure it like that."

"Tell it to me as your fantasy, how does it work out then?"

I couldn't look at her, my face was scarlet but I found myself wet and horny again having to divulge my dark, perverse thoughts to her.

"In my fantasy, like I said, someone is spanking my pussy, most often it's just one guy. One mean, thorough, and rough guy."

She smiled and nodded. She knew how I loved to be treated.

"So, this guy is smacking my pussy over and over. Berating me as he does so. I can't stop it. With no gag I'm screaming like a madwoman for him to stop, but he doesn't. Over and over he assaults my pussy. Not just mild taps though, hard, like how you slap someone across the face in anger."

I saw her eyebrow arch in interest. I knew this was turning her on as well.

"Yes, hard. Not like full blows like he's punching me but focused, firm smacks, like you'd hit my ass. They are coming one at a time. He's making me feel each one before hitting me again. I'm writhing out of control, I'm trying to close my legs, I can't. I know I'm wet down there, I can feel it each time when his hand withdraws. The air hits my wetness and makes me embarrassed that I can't control my lust even when this is happening to me."

Crystal knelt in front of me and spread my legs. I could feel her tongue working its way up my inner thighs. She urged me to continue. I gasped when her tongue hit my wet lips.

"ohhh," I groaned. "So, this jerk is punishing my poor pussy. Finally, he stops. I'm sobbing, it hurts so much. I know it's angry and red looking and, it'll be black and blue the next day."

Crystal stopped licking me just for a second, I saw my wetness glistening on her beautiful face. "And that is just the prelude, right?" She grinned.

"Yessss," I moaned as her tongue found my clit again. "It is all just a prelude. It's just the beginning, because the point of spanking my pussy raw was to make me feel it. Sore, battered, bruised, while it then gets fucked."

"Mmm," Crystal hummed, her face buried in me.

"That is the fantasy. I get spanked sore, then, I have to experience getting fucked, while it's that sore. It's like the spanking wasn't even the punishment, the punishment is being ...made to feel ...how sore ....it is when my pussy is used...." I stammered as an orgasm crashed over me.

Crystal raised her head, her face lathered in my juices. "Mmm," she cooed as she licked her lips. "I love the taste of your pussy, especially when you cum, it just tastes....I dunno, sweeter," she grinned.

I collapsed on the bed. She has a wonderful way of wearing me out. She let me sleep a bit as she made breakfast. She brought it in to me. If you are wondering if I have the most wonderful girlfriend ever I have to say yes with all my heart.

She looked at me lovingly. "I've been thinking about that fantasy of yours," she smiled. I had to quickly avert her gaze, I knew her devious nature.

"Is your fantasy mostly one guy. That is, one guy spanking your pussy and then him fucking you after? Or is it more often more than one guy spanking you, like taking turns, then getting all their cocks after?"

"Oh god, Crystal," I moaned. "You are going to get me worked up again," I moaned.

"Good," she laughed. "How is that possibly a bad thing?"

I knew better than to keep stalling or else I'd find my ass being reddened for insubordination, though, at the moment that sounded good as well.

"Well, one little detail I haven't mentioned..." I said avoiding her glare again.

"The guy spanking my pussy is....well....he has to be someone I fear, or, someone I at least can't trust fully. It is always someone with a dark side. That way, I can't possibly know how much abuse my poor pussy has to take. That's why it can't be you, at least for the fantasy. Because, I trust you implicitly. I know there's no way you'd harm me. But, with this guy, even though I don't think he'll harm me I can't be sure. It's the mere possibility and the fact that I can't stop him that makes it incredible. I obviously don't want him to hurt me...too badly..." I said with my face filled with shame. In fact, in the fantasy I only fear how much I have to take, I never really fear he'll harm me in any permanent way. So it is someone who has a cruel streak yet still wants what I want, in a way. I mean, he's getting what he wants to, certainly after. So in the fantasy he would never ruin the chance getting that later, by messing it up before, ya know?" I asked, babbling, not sure I was making sense.

"Yes, I see," she mused. "It's the fear of being made to go beyond your limits and then finding out your limits are stretched, expanded. Tell me, how sore is sore?" She asked. I could see her mind working.

"Honestly, sorer than I've ever been, of course," I said with hesitation. "I mean, I fantasize about the after part too, after it's done and they are all gone. I fantasize even about that part. I think about how sore it is, how sore it's going to be. In my head, I fantasize about it being so sore I can't walk right for days and that I can still feel it like a week later. It's like it's a reminder of how much I was used. It's like a badge of honor which I have to wear to remember it. Every time I walk, every time I pee, every time I shower and I touch it will ache. I always imagine the ache being vaguely and surprisingly exciting."

"Well, you certainly have thought this through," she chuckled.

"I have, mistress, I'm sorry I haven't told you already. We've done so much together, you'd had me do, well, made me do so much already."

"I have," she smiled. "But, I would be neglect in my duties as your mistress if I let these sorts of things just slip by. I'd never deny you anything, my love. I've learned what you love, what you need and you've been good enough to do all of them, for me. For both of us."

She left it at that. We went about our routine for the next few days. Crystal, as she always does, left me in a constant state of arousal. She always does this when she has something coming up for me. She wants me at my horny best. We'd been discussing many of my fantasies lately. She had been threatening to send me back to her office in some way to please the men there like I'd done in the past. She hinted about setting me up specifically with Roy, the black man there who'd had my mouth twice before. I still owed Roy and several of his friends a "free fuck" because of their involvement in a video I made to sell on my sex website. Crystal had even had me teasing the neighbors again which meant that someday I'd have to please again. I never know what is coming with her.

Each night since the discussion we'd end up in bed cuddling and she'd softly touch and pet my overheated pussy but only enough to get it worked up, then she'd smile and have me please her. I love the humiliation of that and she loves doing it. She knows that denial just puts me on the edge. Friday night is usually our hot sex/fantasy night since we have the next day to lounge around and recover. She hadn't hinted to me about any possible adventures, however, though that was always her style to keep me surprised and edgy.

She called me at 4:30 on Friday afternoon from her job. "Hey hon, why don't you swing on by the office and pick me up. We can go and get something to eat then go do something fun at Charley's," she said cheerfully.

I have to admit, my heart sank a little bit with this plan of action. Usually, when something dark and dirty was planned she'd at least hint at it so that I'd have to stew in my own juices wondering what it would be. However, Charley's was a bar and grille that also had dancing. She liked showing me off, making me show a lot of myself to various men and women. I figured I'd at least get a thrill out of that.

She ended the call by saying, "wear something nice, like your black skirt and your white top."

This was one of my dancing outfits which she liked me to wear since it showed off a lot of my assets on the dance floor and she did so like me teasing people. I wondered if she had anyone in mind for the teasing but I knew better than to ask.

I showed up at her building at 5pm. On most week days the work group would just be filing out but since it was Friday they tended to skip out early. Glenn, their boss, didn't mind, in fact, he was always the first one out on Fridays. If you've read about me before you may remember Glenn. He's Crystal's boss and the man that has had pretty much free access to my mouth whenever he wants it. Crystal likes it because it keeps him from hitting on her so much. She also likes it because she knows how humiliating it is for me to have to be an "on call cock sucker," as they both like to call me. They are right though. I'm both humiliated, and totally turned on by it at the same time.

I actually kind of hoped I'd run into him at the office, thinking that maybe Crystal and he had set up a little "something" for me to do to tide me over to the next great adventure. Glenn was gone, however, and so, it seems was everyone else. I walked into Crystal's office. She now had the best office in the place. It used to belong to her coworker, Danny. Danny was the guy who fucked me roughly over his desk when I went to the office to please some of the men on a prior adventure. He was a pushy, know it all, smug, arrogant jerk. He was one of those guys who worked out all the time and preened in front of a mirror. He was handsome, probably too much so, and very ripped athletically. He was a big guy, almost as big as his own ego. Crystal and he didn't get along and now, even less so, since Glenn took his office and gave it to Crystal after finally realizing who was doing all the work. Still, the thought of how he took me, rough and humiliating, always gave me a secret rush. I'd just offered him my mouth but he took me roughly over his desk and fucked my pussy like it belonged to him. He had even made me promise to come back for more. This thought always drove me crazy because I knew how Crystal demanded me to keep my promises, especially those made in the heat of lust, knowing how embarrassing they can be for me. Now I was in the very office he'd used me in. I started to get wet at the thought.

Crystal smiled when she saw me. "Hi baby, you really look nice, give me a minute." She said with her nose still in a stack of papers. "Do me a favor, go down to the conference room and get my stapler, it should be right on the table. I should be done in two minutes."

I nodded and walked down the hall. Her office is on the second floor, the rest of the offices of her business were on the first floor. I used the stairs. Just walking in that office made my pussy hum. It brought back all the memories of sucking her three coworkers and getting fucked by Danny. I thought of how embarrassing that would be running into them now. Fortunately (or unfortunately), I was never quite sure which, it seemed the office was deserted except for me and Crystal.

I got the stapler from the table and walked out. I actually was disappointed. In my head I'd imagined her setting me up in some way like this, sending me out of the office right into the arms of someone who has had me before. I kicked myself for being such a slut in expecting her to do things like that in every action she took.

I got back to her office and she was gone. The papers were still on her desk. I figured she went to the coffee room. I knew she liked her late afternoon coffee. I thought I'd surprise her since no one was in the building. I'd been past all the offices. I'd seen them all locked and dark. I was getting horny with all the denial and naughty thoughts. I thought I'd do something daring for her.

I took off my panties and my bra and stuffed them in my purse, which I put on her desk. I giggled to myself as I took the elevator down this time. I had on my black skirt, loose top and high heels. My plan was that when the elevator opened I'd start slowly stripping on my way to the coffee room. Of course, I'd take another look in the office because the elevator opened to the entire business, several offices along the outer wall and a couple work stations divided by partitions would be clearly visible when I got off the elevator.

I stepped out and looked around. It was deserted. I smiled. I wondered if she expected me to do something like this, she knew me so well. I loosened my top and let it fall to the floor. I strutted a little farther, being topless made my tits swing gently with each stride. Then, I let my skirt fall over my ankles. I kicked it off and left that in the hall as well. For an instant I had a familiar wet rush through my pussy when I passed Glenn's office. I had been dying for him to fuck me all this time with that big cock of his but he'd always just used my mouth so as to not "cheat" on his wife. I still thought I'd keep trying, though. I was naked now, save the heels. I saw the light on in the coffee room. I peeked around the door. I didn't see her.

My shoulders slumped. I wanted a sexy surprise for her. Then, I smiled again. Maybe it'll be more fun if I have to find her, naked as I am. Maybe that was her game. That glorious devil of a woman! I walked out in the hallway again. I went by each office and peered inside. I had a chance to pick up my skirt and my top but I didn't think I should, the game was on. I searched through the cubicles and decided she must be upstairs, maybe she'd just gone to the bathroom. Her office upstairs is the only one that belongs to that particular business, the rest of the offices are of another business. It has always been closed on Fridays, it is more of a part time enterprise dealing with computers somehow. I'd already scoped it out before and it sure seemed like everyone was gone but I knew I'd better be sure. I wanted to go back and grab my clothes but I figured Crystal would like it better if the potential for humiliation was there to drive me, as she knows it does.

I snuck up the stairs, clicking along in just my heels. I peeked in the door. Everything was dark except for Crystal's office. I didn't see her in there from where I was. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. I walked quickly down to the ladies bathroom. I opened the door slowly. I looked in, I didn't see anyone. I stepped in, just to stay out of sight. I was panting. The excitement of being naked in public never fails to get my heart pounding. I looked at myself in the mirror. What a slut. Just a naked slut willing to do anything to please her mistress. I grinned at my reflection in embarrassment. I heard some noise down the hall. My heart flip flopped. I took a second and slowly opened the door. I saw movement coming from Crystal's office. Thank god! I opened the door and strode down the hall in excitement.

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