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She stepped back and there was quiet for a few moments. She stepped back into my view holding the paddle that I'd made, tapping it gently against the back of my leg, "You know Mr. Bryan, I was on the girl's softball team for all four years in High School...I was the best hitter the team had. I even knocked a few outta the park. You know the secret is follow through, aiming beyond the ball." She stepped back and I heard the paddle swishing through the air as she took some practice swings, as if she were warming up at bat. Ah, shit. I couldn't help but tense up in anticipation. "Oh, yeah, flex that sexy ass! Ready or not, here I cum!" I heard the swish again and felt the paddle connect with my tensed up, already reddened buttocks. I was forced forward and my already tortured, caged cock slammed into the wall in front of me. "UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHH....UUUHHH!!!!!" I tried to recover; I must maintain my composure. Sonofabitch! My ass stung and my cock ached. The second strike connected with my left cheek, the third with my right. I was breathing raggedly now as I tied desperately not to cry out. The fourth was a tap, and I jumped anyway, earning a chuckle from the girl and from my wife. I sensed that Cindy was drawing back for a really hard swat and then felt it as the paddle slammed solidly into my ass again, driving me forward and causing me to drop from my toes momentarily, the restraints tightening against my wrists. "AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Tears came to my eyes as I screamed. I had to wonder if the neighbors heard me!
Cindy sighed, "Now, that's what I'm talking about." Now that she had broken me she dropped the paddle and quickly picked up the riding crop. My thrashing continued in earnest and I lost all pretense of decorum. I didn't cry, but I definitely cried out, over and over. She struck me repeatedly and only stopped momentarily to turn to Donna, "Oh my, Miss Donna, it appears that I broke the skin. Should I stop?" I heard Donna reply, "Oh, hell no!" The beating resumed and continued until I heard Cindy cry out as she had yet another orgasm. I heard the crop hit the floor, then Cindy and Donna were both kneeling behind me, each caressing the welts on my burning ass. Damn!
After they had finished inspecting Cindy's handiwork, Cindy walked back upstairs and released me. Donna then instructed me to go shower, telling me to be certain that I shave my balls when I did so. "And after that, put on the items I left on our bed. You have about thirty minutes before our guests begin arriving, and you need to be back down here by then."
Taking a shower turned out to be painful by itself. The water cascaded across the welts and cuts on my buttocks. I thought that was bad until I got around to soaping up my butt. I almost lost my footing and fell! I dabbed the towel gently on my backside to dry it when I got out of the shower.
I went into the bedroom to find out what my attire was to be for the evening. I found on the bed four leather cuffs, one for each wrist and each ankle, which I fastened into place. The only other items were a leather collar that fit around my neck, and a pair of nipple clamps that were connected by a thin but sturdy chain. I stood looking at the bed for a moment, willing at least some clothing to appear, wondering how many people I would be serving while nude. The only other item I wore was my now ever present chastity tube, my cock melded to the inside of it.
I sighed and went downstairs to meet my fate.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 year agoThis is plain brutality and gives very poor representation to those that are into BDSM & CFNM. I can't believe I read this far into these chapters before realizing that it's already dug a deep hole that it won't climb out of. I'm done.
mongoliajoeover 6 years agoI’ve commented before that the scenes play out unrealistically at times. Broken skin on his ass and no aftercare following the beating. Not what a responsible Domme would do. Both should be addressed particularly because pain is not Bryan’s kink. I suppose it can be excused because Donna is an inexperienced Domme herself. You include these interludes where Donna “checks in” with Bryan and expresses her concern for him. I think you would be better served showing that concern in the way a responsible Domme would (i.e. realistically). Thanks again for sharing your story with us.
Anonymousabout 17 years agoAnother excellent chapter hope to see them more often great writing. Your Fan
d70photogabout 17 years agoIt's well-written, titillating, even hot at times, but this guy is going to wind up in the hospital or the looney bin, or both. Despite some words at the beginning, there seems to be VERY lttle love coming from the wife here. She's willing to humiliate him, get herself used to immense cocks so he'll never be able to satisfy her again, physically abuse him to the point of wounds, and on and on... I hope he survives this.
On the other hand, I find myself anxiously awaiting new installments, and cursing the author for taking so long.
