The Adventurers' Club Pt. 01

Laura pulled against the scarves which bound her hands and feet to the corners of the bed. They allowed no more than an inch of movement. The pillow under her hips raised her ass and displayed her nude form in a most inviting way. Her face was down against a pillow, her breathing had become short and shallow and she had to admit that she was incredibly turned on. She heard a sound from across the room as John retrieved something from the closet. "How did I get myself into this?" she asked herself. Then immediately replied, "Just lucky, I guess."

She had first seen John in her American Lit class at the beginning of the Spring semester, about six weeks earlier. He was the type of man Laura would notice: several inches taller than her own 5' 8", light brown hair and blue eyes, and a strong, firm physical build. Of course since coming from a small town to college to begin her freshman year the previous semester, Laura had begun to notice a lot of men. The selection on a large campus was definitely better than in a small town. The female competition was also a lot stronger here, but Laura knew she wasn't totally outclassed. Her shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes added to her height, long legs, and well proportion figure to make most men look twice at her. Walking between classes on a campus where classes might be as much as a mile apart kept her long legs well toned and Laura was not afraid to show them off with short skirts or fitted pants during the colder weather. Her 36C top also held their attention.

During the second week of class the professor had asked them to divide themselves into groups for a research project. It didn't take too much work on Laura's part to get herself included in John's group. From there things progressed easily until the next weekend he asked her out to a movie. A couple of more dates, a little heavy necking and by the middle of February they were in bed.

John proved to be a good lover. Actually it seemed that way to Laura, but in reality she didn't have too much to compare with - only a handful of others. But he was never over demanding, never tried to push her too fast, and always seemed to be interested in seeing that she received the maximum possible pleasure. A couple of times as they were making love, he actually held her back, both physically and emotionally. He loved long, intense foreplay and was slowly running his tongue around her nipples and up and down her breasts when she tried to get him to enter her. "Not quite yet," he said and held her hands above her head and continued to work his tongue magic for several more minutes until Laura was nearly ready to scream. When he finally did plunge into her, her pleasure and orgasm were more that she had ever felt.

The next weekend they stayed in John's apartment to watch videos and soon began necking heavily. Before long John had her shirt opened and was once again sucking and licking her nipples. As he reached up and held her hands and continued his attack, Laura plainly became more excited. "You like having your hands held, don't you?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. "It seems to turn me on. Maybe because I feel a little out of control."

"Tell you what. Let's try something."

"What do you have in mind?" Laura asked.

"Do you trust me?" he replied.

Laura hesitated a second before replying. "Yes, but I still want to know what you're planning before I say OK."

"But that might spoil the surprise. I'll make you a deal. I won't tell you exactly what I have in mind just yet, but I promise I won't do anything to hurt you or anything you really don't want me to. If I start something you don't want, just say 'I really don't want this. Please quit" and I'll stop right then. How does that sound?"

While they had been talking John had still been playing with her nipples and running his hand up and down the inside of her thighs. This of course didn't do anything to cool Laura off, so she agreed, "OK. As long as you'll stop if I ask."

With that John stood, picking Laura up in his arms. "Nice muscles," she thought to herself as he carried her into the bedroom.

They continued necking and petting, and without her realizing exactly when, Laura found herself completely naked. John laid her on the bed on her back. While still fondling her breasts, he reached into a night stand and brought out a couple of long silk scarves. "I want to tie your hands. I promise not to hurt you, but you know how it turns you on when I hold your hands down. This will just be a continuation. OK?"

Laura's breathing was shallow and she knew she was already soaking wet. The idea of having her hands restrained both excited and scared her. She could only nod.

John had also lost most of his clothes, but was still wearing a pair of dark blue briefs. He straddled her body on the bed, one leg on each side of her stomach. He stretched her right hand above her and used the scarf to bind it to the corner of the bed. After stopping to lick and suck her nipples again, he repeated the process with her left hand.

For the next forty-five minutes - it seemed like a week to Laura - John caressed, licked, sucked, kissed and otherwise stimulated her to the brink of orgasm again, again, and again. Finally when she thought she could hardly move from sheer exhaustion, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and plunged deeply into her. She found she was not really too exhausted to move. Her climax made all her previous ones seem like naps. Her second, third and forth orgasms were nearly as strong. When John finally came and she felt his juices spurting into her, Laura came a fifth time. Afterward John released her and they fell asleep holding each other.

Laura's birthday was the second of March and John took her to one of the better restaurants in the city. Afterwards they went to a play put on by the University Players. The performance was very good, the acting professional, and the play - a risque comedy - only increased the good feeling. By this time both John and Laura were becoming aroused and when John suggested they return to his apartment, Laura was only too ready to comply.

An additional surprise awaited her there. As they closed the door, John reached for a small, wrapped package on a nearby table. "Happy birthday," he said, giving the present to Laura. "Open it while I get us something to drink."

Laura tore open the paper and found a small jewelry box. Opening it she discovered a plain silver chain with a small catch in the shape of a pair of handcuffs. Handing her a glass, John said, "It looks like a simple necklace with a somewhat unique clasp. However, when you look at it, or think about it when your wearing it, you'll think of what it symbolizes."

Laura actually turned pink at the thought. But she had to admit that the idea this had started - being bound to his bed for one - was making her very wet.

The blush was followed by a long deep kiss. Just as Laura was ready to head for the bedroom, John pulled away and held her shoulders. He looked into her eyes and said, "You still have one birthday surprise coming. Today you're 19, right?"

Laura looked puzzled, but nodded her head.

"And you must know one of the oldest birthday traditions is a spanking."

They both could hear the intake of Laura's breath. She held it for several seconds. "You want to spank me?" she asked, trying to sound, if not offended than at least hesitant and standoffish. But at the same time she realized the flood of wetness between her legs told her she was definitely interested.

"I think we should honor tradition, don't you?" John said as he led her to the couch. He sat and pulled Laura down on his right. "Just lean across my lap, now."

Almost in a daze Laura complied and found herself lying across his knees, her bottom under his right hand. John then pulled her skirt above her waist. As he reached into the waistband of her panties, she realized that this was to be a bare bottom spanking. John pulled her panties below her knees, letting the cool air wash across her smooth ass. Laura's breath was coming fast. John's hand rose and fell across her bare cheeks with a loud slap, leaving a sharp sting. It hurt! It really hurt, but at the same time Laura felt another flood between her legs.

She reached towards her bottom but John caught her wrists. "We can't have that, now can we?" Reaching behind a cushion, John brought out one of the silk scarves. He took Laura's arms and placed them behind her back, wrist to elbow. Quickly he wound the silk scarf around her forearms, completely immobilizing them. Laura felt incredibly turned on as well as a little afraid. The arousal won out and she remained across his knees.

"Now we can continue," John said as his hand rose and fell again.

The pain was real but it also served to make her hotter than she would have imagined possible. "Why would this turn me on?" Laura wondered even as she felt another stinging blow. She didn't understand why, but there was no question that it was really making her hot.

John's hand rose and fell as he counted the blows. When he had reached nineteen he said, "And one to grow on," and brought his hand down with a force greater than any other. Laura, who had been making small gasps with each spank, practically screamed at this one. But at the same time she went over the top and had a tremendously intense orgasm.

After she had recovered, Laura noticed John's cock pressing against her stomach. "So I'm not the only one it excited," she thought. She let herself slide from his lap and kneeled on the floor next to him. She looked into his eyes and then down towards his crotch. Since her hands were still bound behind her, she could only wait while John unzipped his pants. Soon her head was bobbing up and down as his length slid in and out of her mouth. After a very short time, John exploded in her mouth and Laura did her best to swallow it all. She had never been bothered by the taste or the idea and found that in addition to men liking it she found the experience exciting herself.

John untied her arms and held her on his lap. Laura, exhausted, rested her head on his shoulder and found herself falling asleep. She vaguely remembered his carrying her into the bedroom, lying down beside her, and covering them both with a light blanket. She awoke a couple of hours later. Her ass still felt hot and while it didn't actually hurt, it was still sore. Still she found that thinking about the experience turned her on again. Very confused with her own feelings but extremely aroused, she reached across to cress John's sleeping form. He woke and responded quickly and soon they were again making love.

Laura stayed and twice more that night they found themselves coupled for intense love making. After the last time daylight was coming in the window and despite the lack of much actual sleep, both John and Laura felt liking getting up. As John climbed out of bed, his hand sliding across her behind, Laura thought to herself, "Why would anyone want to wear anything to sleep in? I think from now on I'll definitely shed any night clothes before going to bed."

"Come on and take a shower with me and then we can fix some breakfast," John called on his way to the bathroom.

"Why not?" thought Laura. This was turning out to be a whole bunch of firsts for her. In fact Laura found that sharing a shower could be a very sensuous experience with the right man.

Later, clad in terry bathrobes - John seemed to think of everything - they sat eating cheese omelets. While she couldn't deny the pleasure she had found the previous night, Laura did begin to become a little apprehensive about it. Was something wrong with her that she actually liked being helplessly tied and beaten? Well, maybe not "beaten" but at least spanked hard enough to really hurt and, for that matter, to leave her bottom red and still sore this morning. The more she thought about it, the more concerned she became.

Watching her, John could see the change. A look of - was it worry or maybe regret - crept onto her face. John, who had had some experience with these activities before, was able to make a pretty good guess at the problem. "Are you beginning to wonder if what we did is somehow perverted or maybe that there's something a little wrong with us for liking it?" he asked.

Surprised, Laura looked at him. "Are you a mind reader, too, or am I just that easy to see through?"

"Neither. Actually your reaction is not unusual. I suspect this is you first experience with any kind of 'kinky' sex, isn't it?"

Laura blushed, but nodded her head.

"Well, not everyone would like what we did last night, but you would be surprised at how many would. If you would like I can point you to some interesting places on the internet or find a couple of printed articles around here. You'll find that the general area of BDSM - bondage, discipline, sado-maschism, etc. - has a lot of followers. You will also find that they are not all the same. Some want full time master-slave relationships. Some enjoy the pain itself - either receiving or inflicting - and carry it to the point where long term or permanent physical damage can take place. There are all levels of involvement. However, many people just like the feel of being bound and the stimulation of physical pain without any real damage. There's nothing wrong with these feelings - as long as both people agree and as long as either can stop it at any time."

Over the next few days Laura spent a number of hours reading about the "lifestyle" - actually she hated that word - and learned about a whole range of activities she had no idea existed. Many of these she did find repulsive, while others left her indifferent without actually repelling her. But others left her quite aroused. She came to feel that the type of thing she thought would turn her on was neither perverted nor harmful - as long as she could say when to stop. A couple of times she spent an hour on the phone discussing her feelings with John.

They finally decided to explore her interest a little more. So the next Friday night Laura found herself naked and tied face down on John's bed with a pillow pushing her ass into the air and wondering how she had gotten into this. She heard John getting something from the closet. As he approached she heard a swishing sound. Looking over her shoulder she saw he had a leather strap about an inch wide. It was wound a couple of times around his right hand with about 20 inches dangling down. "Well, this is what you thought you wanted. Let's see if it really is," she thought.

"Remember, your safe words are 'yellow light' and 'red light'. Don't be afraid to use them if you need to."

They had already discussed safe words. John had insisted - and so had much of the material she had read - that one should NEVER engage in BDSM play without a safe word. Because Laura was a very level headed and serious young woman this seemed obvious once the basic concept was mentioned. At another level it also allowed her the reassurance that she could stop if she really wanted to but still left the slight level of apprehension - or was it maybe a little fear - of not knowing what was coming until it was there.

John approached, but instead of the strap she had expected, Laura felt his fingers trail down her back, across her bare ass, and along her thighs. The light feather touch aroused her to an even higher level. This continued for several minutes. The almost tickling touch along her sides, across the sides of her breasts, the backs of her knees, between her legs, and across her sex itself. She found herself sweating and already quivering towards an approaching orgasm. Just when she felt she couldn't stand it much longer, he stopped. Three seconds. Five. Ten. Suddenly she heard a swish followed immediately by a sharp, stinging line of pain across her rear. She cried out more from surprise than from the actual pain. It had hurt, but not really that badly. The strap itself was a soft leather and provided a sting without much actual damage.

The first stroke was quickly followed by three others, each a little harder. She tensed for the next lash, but nothing came. Just as she was about to relax and look back over her shoulder, a fifth stroke crashed onto the bare backside, harder than any previous. Once more a sharp cry was wrung from her. John continued to lash her using various strengths and intervals so she was never sure exactly when the next was coming or just how hard to expect it. She lost count.

John, however, was keeping track as well as watching her reaction and the color of her bottom. He wasn't completely detached though. The sight of the beautiful young woman, naked and bound, jerking against the lash had turned him rock hard. He was wearing only briefs and his left hand slid inside to stroke himself. Quickly he pulled down the briefs and stepped out, leaving him completely naked also. After 30 strokes, John said, "I think another five will be about right, don't you agree?" He didn't wait for an answer and brought the lash down very hard directly across both of Laura's cheeks. A yelp escaped her mouth. Twice more the strap fell diagonally from upper left to lower right, each stroke causing a small cry. John moved to the other side. A fourth stroke fell harder that any other across the other diagonal, upper right to lower left. A short hesitation. Then a final stroke straight across the lower part of her buttocks delivered with a force seeming to be harder than all the others combined.

Laura screamed at this last stroke and clinched her ass as tightly as her bonds would allow. At the same time John dropped the strap, climbed onto the bed and entered Laura from behind. She was soaked! So wet that there was no difficulty in sliding in with a single stroke. John then began to stroke in and out slowly and deeply, his pubic hair roughly rubbing against her welts with each stroke. His hands reached under her breasts and found her nipples, now extended and rock hard. He took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, pinched and twisted as he plunged in and out of the hot young woman. Laura strained against her bonds, but not to escape. Rather she was trying to force harder and deeper penetration. She had been bound and strapped and now he was sending shocks of pain directly to her breasts - and she was loving every second of it!

It was only a matter of a minute or so until both of the young people were coming, long and hard. Laura felt what seemed to be a dozen hard spruts deep within her as her own climax was quickly followed by a second. She lay limp in her bonds on the bed as John collapsed on top of her.

After a minute his cock softened and slid out of Laura's hot passage and John rolled off of her. As he lay next to the girl and listened to her breathing return to normal, he gently stroked her back and bottom with his hand. He lightly kissed the red welts which were, even now, fading.

After a couple of more minutes he reached down and untied her ankles, followed by her wrists. For several more seconds Laura lay still with her arms and legs still outstreched. She then slowly rolled onto her side facing John and looked intently into his eyes. Suddenly her arms encircled his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers. Her tongue snaked between his lips and she pulled not only his lips but his whole body tightly against her. When she broke the kiss she again pulled back to look into his eyes. "Thank you. Thank you for a brand new world. I've never felt that kind of excitement. I want to try it again." Then her hand slid across her own bottom feeling the hot, sore welts and she added, "But not right now. I'm going to have to recover a little."

Since John knew she was right, he suggested they spend Saturday night just watching some videos. Well, maybe not just watching - maybe a little necking .... maybe a little fondling .... maybe a little love-making ... Well, they'd see, but no spanking. That was fine with Laura. She was finding that every time with John she was becoming more and more aroused. She didn't really care what they watched - she was mainly interested in sex and John.