M6 Breakdown

SIR

SIR

I will be waiting and ready.

YPT.

Half an hour later I had moved one of the breakfast bar stools into the sitting room and, dressed, as instructed with a fair scattering of implements about the place was bent over it with my hands grasping the foot rail on the other side thus, my bottom elevated and almost horizontal, I waited for the door to open and my evening to begin. When I finally heard the catch being slipped I sneaked a look and was amazed. My horny handed son of grease was actually very presentable. Tight jeans, blue t-shirt, pronounced nipples protruding through and an obvious and bulging box. He made his way across to me, lifted my skirt and started straight in spanking me hard.

"You're a filthy, slutty whore. What are you?"

"I'm a filthy, slutty whore SIR."

"Louder."

"I'M A FILTHY SLUTTY WHORE SIR."

"Louder." the spanks were raining down on me.

"I'M A FILTHY SLUTTY WHORE SIR."

"I'm a filthy slutty whore that deserves severe punishment. Say it"

"I'm a filthy slutty whore that deserves severe punishment, SIR."

"I'm going to spank and punish you so much you won't sit down for a week. I'm going to play with you, use you, degrade you and make you mine. Do you understand?" The spanking stopped and he pulled my head back with my hair and stared into my eyes. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes SIR, I understand SIR."

"Good." He let go of my hair and my head fell forwards. He moved behind me and unceremoniously pulled my panties down to my ankles and then stood to the side and the spanking resumed. I quickly entered that mindless state, one where the head is clear of all thoughts and cares. It is one of the aspects of corporal punishment that I love so much, the headspace that is divinely devoid of anything but the progression of pain, that, and the lack of control, the yielding of decisions and outcomes to another - in this case, much younger - person. Almost seamlessly the hand spanking became a paddling. A flexible wooden paddle that is actually made from a sail baton. Its flexibility means that it is no bruiser, just a bringer of bee stings but they were lightish strokes.

"You're getting six hard ones - ask me for them."

"May I have six hard strokes please SIR?"

"You may." The six meaty blows landed in rapid succession, decorating my backside from the tops of my thighs to just below my back. "Get up."

I pushed myself up and stood facing him, looking up into his rather handsome face and taking the opportunity to kick my panties off altogether. "Open your blouse." I obliged, undoing the top lacing. "Lean forward."

I leant as instructed and felt his fingers grasp my nipples, twisting them hard. I cooed and sighed with pleasure and the exquisite feelings the action was bringing throughout me. The twisting persisted for some time but when he eventually released them he replaced his fingers with some mild nipple clamps.

"Touch your toes." I bent and felt the weights of the clamps tugging at my nipples and shortly after he'd flipped up my dress the strapping started. Hard heavy strapping as though I were a couple of feet beyond my actual standpoint. I could feel the heat rising and I was forced forwards with every blow. This guy was good. He knew his stuff and I was so pleased that I'd said yes. I'd made the right decision.

"Beg me for six hard ones." If those weren't hard then I'm a Dutch Aunty.

"Please SIR, I beg you to give me six of your hardest strokes. Very very hard SIR I beg you."

"If you insist." Once again he laid into me mercilessly and I started responding verbally, finding myself unable to remain silent. No tears or shouting, just some ugly grunts and groans. The six completed he stood behind me admiring his handy work. "Open your legs." I spread them and felt one of his hands stroking my bottom and the other feeling my pussy. "Good, you're enjoying yourself." He came round to my front. "Stand up." I stood and he removed the nipple clips. They ached and it was lovely. "Arms by your sides." I let them go limp and then felt his hands at the shoulder tops of the dress which he smartly pulled down to waist level, exposing my breasts completely and, at the same time, trapping my arms. The nipple twisting started again and I felt my eyes screwing up expressing my delightful agony. His face came very close to mine and he almost whispered "That was just the start."

"Yes SIR, thank you SIR."

"Take me to the kitchen." I turned and led him through the narrow corridor and into the rather large room. He sat, or rather leaned back onto a bar stool and beckoned me over to him. He placed his right foot on the footrest and pulled me over and across his body, hoiked my skirt up and resumed spanking my backside. They were hard meaty spanks but his hand was soon replaced by a large wooden spoon which really hurt like hell. This must have gone on for at least five minutes and at the end of it he stood me down and glared into my eyes.

"Get naked... NOW."

I quickly removed the only garment I was wearing: the one piece maid's outfit and stood in front of him and his tented trousers. I held my chest out and my stomach in.

"Kneel." I knelt.

"Open my jeans." I opened them.

"Get my cock in your mouth, I'm going to fuck your face." I fished inside and pulled out a very nice weapon (they are nearly all nice) of about eight inches in length and with a fat girth about the size of my wrist. I quickly enveloped his tool with my mouth but noticing him picking up a crop I raised my backside to afford him better access. He immediately started cropping me while I took him all the way home feeling his wiry pubic hair against my chin and the zip fastener of his jeans against my cheeks. He was an excellent face-fucker as he gripped my hair to keep me where he wanted me and ploughed deep, using my throat in the manner Mother Nature intended. Naturally I was loving every thrust, helping him to delve ever deeper into my gullet and he rocked into me with great gusto. But all good things must end and he slowly pulled out, releasing his grip on my hair.

"Stand in the corner of the sitting room with your arms folded behind your back" I left the kitchen and went to the farthest corner of the sitting room and pressed my nose to the wall, my arms behind me. I could hear shuffling from the kitchen and then his steps as he entered the room, approaching me and then pushing me farther into the corner.

Corner time is fascinating. It is degrading - one cannot feel that one is an adult in that position; it is humiliating - so much on display and no idea of what's being viewed or how it's being received; it is thought provoking - one's mind wanders in all sorts of directions and it is in someone else's remit in terms of time and position. I did my indeterminate corner time and could hear the shuffling of furniture, the movement of 'things'. Believe it or not, many houses don't have usable corners because plumbers run pipes up and down them, electricians do the same with trunking and then householders fill them with occasional tables with lamps or family photos on them. This room however, had one very effective corner and with my nose thrust firmly into it I had no vision at all so when the mighty 'THRUP' of a riding crop landed heavily on my backside it was a complete shock. There was a pause followed by another blow.

"I'm going to cane you." Another blow "And cane you hard and long." Another landed "One hundred..." another thrup "and twenty cane strokes." Inwardly I gasped. That's a lot of caning for my bottom to take. A further seven wallops with that crop meant that my bottom, although probably unmarked to any serious extent, was warm and ready to take my punishment. "Are you ready for your caning Joanna?"

"Yes sir."

"Say it."

"I am ready to take my caning sir."

"How many strokes would you like to receive?" I gulped, aloud this time.

"I would like one hundred and twenty strokes of the cane please sir."

"My aim is to please. Turn and face me." I moved away from the corner allowing my eyesight to become accustomed to the light and then turned. There was Lee, in all his naked glory, his flagpole cock waving in front of him, a proud chest with a heavy mat of hair and nipples to suckle for years. I wanted his cock and I wanted him. Wanted him to fuck me even though it was against the rules - I wanted it. He'd moved an armchair into the centre of the room and the sofa back against the wall. "Hold out your arms." I stretched them out and watched his cock bobbing as he attached cuffs to my wrists. "Do you trust me Joanna?"

"Yes sir I trust you."

"Good because in a moment we will be joined by a friend of mine and he is going to help me punish you. Do you understand?" This was a turn of events I wasn't expecting.

"I understand but..." My voice trailed off.

"You either trust me and we continue or you don't and we stop." My brain was fugged, thoughts all over the place. I desperately needed the caning albeit 120 strokes seemed to me to be pushing it a bit but the unknown stranger entering the fray: how could I protect myself. On the other hand even restrained and helpless only a few moments before, and although only in my head, I'd been begging him to fuck me.

"I understand and I trust you sir." I looked at the wall clock. The hands moved and eight o clock arrived and with it the sound of the doorbell. Lee, still totally naked, moved to the door and looked through the peephole then opened the door and stood slightly behind it and to one side. My own nudity, whilst uppermost in my mind, suddenly lost its urgency for, there, in the doorway was a very tall youngman and, as he entered, instead of shaking hands with Lee, he gripped his cock and pumped it a few times instead. 'This could get very interesting' I thought.

"Hello mate."

"Joanna, meet Micky... Micky, Joanna." Micky looked me up and down.

"Yeah. She'll do. So you're the slut that needs spanking?" He was so firm.

"Yes sir, `I am."

"Say it slut."

"I am the slut that needs regular spanking Sir and I was about to be caned."

"Best get yer kit off Micky, you can use her mouth while I get going." I watched spellbound as this tall lanky man stripped off to reveal a long - no, very long, thin body fronted by an unseemly thrusting, uncircumsized cock that seemed to be as tall and lanky as he. 'If he fucks my throat properly he'll reach my womb' I thought. As Micky undressed Lee was looping my dressing gown cord round the front legs of the armchair.

"Lean over the back of the chair with your arms towards the front of the seat." I lowered myself into position and felt the cord being attached to the wrist cuffs. Now I really was helpless. Helpless and on display and Lee kicked my legs apart, exposing all of me. Micky moved in front of me and, now naked, lowered himself till his knees made contact with the seat. His long thin cock was there, right in front of me and I opened my mouth knowing exactly what to do. I felt him thrusting in, only the tip at first but then a little more and, just as the tap, tap, tap of the rattan began to flick against my withers he pushed home and all the way.

"I'm going to deliver in batches of six. Ready?" I sort of nodded. The tapping stopped and the first stroke landed. A light, barely noticeable, almost stroking feeling which, although nice, was never going to get me anywhere near where I wanted to go. The second, slightly harder, the third a little more, then the fourth - getting better and the fifth excellent and the sixth a real corker. It had me mincing and I suddenly understood why the vast quantity would be needed.

After the tenth batch of six, each progressively getting heavier and faster paced, I was released from my bonds.

"Get up and stand over there." Lee's tone was quieter than Micky's but I somehow liked the combination of the two. I moved to the side and watched as they returned the armchair to its former resting place. Then they both came over and stood one against either side of me, rubbing a sore buttock each. I watched in fascinated, goggle eyed, rampant lustiness as they took hold of each other's cocks and rubbed them up and down. Micky pulled my head onto his erect nipple and I suckled, savouring the moans and muted sighs from them both. My own hand found my pussy and started delving where I wanted something else to go. A hand rested on top of my head and I sank to my knees and watched as I was offered two very different but equally lovely cocks. I then started what I can only describe as an alternating blow job. First one cock, then the other. Deep on one, shallow on the other then reversing the favours. They were both still playing with each other's weapons as well and I looked up to witness them open mouthed and enjoying a truly loving kiss. They twisted this way and that, first one above then the other, their free hands gripping each other's napes pulling them tighter and closer. I continued my oral ministrations whilst reaching up and twisting a nipple on each of their chests, alternating left and right just as I alternated between their cocks. Of course, eventually the kiss was broken, the embrace ended and I was encouraged up and, still holding their balls felt them feeling and fondling my breasts, my bottom and then a finger inside my dripping wet pussy, I opened my legs in automatic response as the palm rubbed against my clitoris. A second finger entered me and I felt my head falling against Lees' shoulder as ripples of ecstacy coursed through my body. Not my biggest orgasm ever but there was so much potential in the room that I just enjoyed the moment.

As the clinch came to an end Micky moved back into his naturally dominant mode and, probably realising what had just happened inside me withdrew his fingers and offered them to me. I licked and sucked as though it were sweety day Saturday. I love the taste of women's juices as well as men's but he looked slightly surprised.

"Time for your final caning."

"Yes sir, I know sir."

"Bend over and touch your toes." Just as he issued his instruction Micky dropped to his knees and took Lee's cock into his mouth and began fellating him with verve and energy. I bent and, just as before, the batches of six were progressing from, quite frankly, pathetic to, at first slightly challenging, but by the fifty fourth very much so.

"These last six are going to be full force. Are you ready?"

"Yes sir. I'm ready sir. Please cane me hard sir." He gently prised Micky off his cock. "I need to concentrate." Micky rocked backwards and almost sat on his own heels. "Count them out Joanna." The first fell... vicious, angry and high.

"One sir, thank you sir." No sooner said than followed by Mr Angry Bee's nest two; biting and searing. I paused this time knowing that the second I chimed in I would feel the third wallop home. I could feel the tingling spreading eager fingers throughout my body.

"Two sir, thank you sir." And home it came, right on the crown of my bottom. I gasped aloud as its implication sank in knowing that the last three were going to be harder still but the compensation was watching that cock bobbing as he caned me.

"Three sir, thank you sir." OH MY GOD... Pain is always my best friend but I could feel myself marrying this one for bringing it home so carefully, for taking so much trouble in gently getting me to the point where I longed for the ultimate stroke. Would five and six fill that role I wondered.

"Four sir, thank you sir." The whistle itself was painful enough for, with it comes anticipation and this one shrieked like a banshee, howling an announcement of its intent. As it landed I felt my legs involuntarily trembling, shaking like jelly as it exploded in a rash of, at first smarting, then throbbing, then an agonising realisation that this was exactly what I need and need on a regular basis. Oh sure I've always known that I'm a sucker for punishment especially the erotic stuff but this was a whole new ball-game. Something so carefully nurtured through one hundred and nineteen strokes of beautiful rattan being wielded by an expert.

"As hard as you can please sir." I muttered

"Five sir, thank you sir.".

Again the pre-emptive strike of the cane whistling through the air. Again the anticipation, the hope that this would be the blow to answer all of the questions, the one that would explain all. The erotic charge in that room at that moment could have out performed an air-source heat pump and as the cane bit for the last time I stayed still and let the pain soak through me, through my legs, my arms out through my fingertips but most of all soaking throughout my rampant lusting brain.

"Six sir, thank you sir."

* * *

There was silence but for their breathing and my slightly shaky gasping and then there were the hands. The hands, all four of them one on each buttock and the the others on my breasts, my nipples and then I found myself being lifted and laid out, supine, on the sofa my weals rubbing against the coarse material bringing on whole new sensations, a welcome afterglow and reminder of what had just happened. My legs were still shaking and weak, my pussy dripping wet and my flag of lust in full flight as were my two boys: rampant, ready and requiring repletion. My leg seemed to drift off the edge of the sofa, my arms loose and offering no resistance as Micky gathered my hand and placed it on his cock. I rubbed it but then drew him in towards my mouth just as I felt a pair of lips surrounding my clitoris as a tongue stroked across it ever so gently. If you get a thing, anything, hot enough it will burn and I was on fire as little ripples raced through me. I made as though to protest but then realised that when I had said no vaginal penetration they assumed that meant with cocks and as I felt Lee's tongue slip inside me I just let it all go. 'They can do what they like and I'm going to love it.' I thought but found words forming in my head, words I knew I shouldn't utter but then my resistance faded yet further.

"I want to watch the two of you doing a Soixante Neuf."

"What?" Mickey quizzed.

"Don't tell me you haven't done it before."

"Yeah but..."

"Let's give the lady what she wants." Lee interrupted. "She's put out for us and she's no slut. Just curious and turned on. Bloody rules."