What I Like . . .

She paused a moment and gulped some wine, not appreciating the flavor. "It may be that I'm so repressed that I can't open up enough, so I need something outside me to loosen me up." she smiled at him. "I want you to force me to do the things I want you to do, deep inside of me. It might be that I know even though it will hurt , it will also be glorious. I'm not sure. But I want to try it. Even though we may never do it again. Or we may make it a part of our love life."

"We'll just have to see," she said, looking at him uncertainly.

He seemed to arrive at some decision. "All right. If we're going to do this, I want to do it right. I've been reading up too," he said very seriously. "We need to talk about limits, about safety and safe words, and what will be a turn on and what will be gross and merely unpleasant."

And they did, for the rest of the meal, only becoming silent when the waiter approached. They agreed on safe words, and they talked about things they might try. She found the discussion both liberating and embarrassing. She also felt closer to Jacob than she had in a long time.

They left Villa Terra Nova and drove to the suburbs, ending up at The Shed, a converted barn, complete with sawdust on the floor, a huge bar running along the side and a very good country band playing fun, raucous music.

They danced, fast and slow. She particularly liked the slow songs, feeling loved and protected in Jacob's arms, and feeling turned on by being close to him.

In the car on the way home, Seema realized that a corner had been turned and tomorrow was going to be very scary indeed. She shivered and tried to relax, remembering how safe and warm she had felt being in his arms as they danced.

The dancing had made her horny. Once in bed she moved close to Jacob and began to gently stroke his arm. He removed her hand with a smile and said, "Remember, no more midnight ecstasy. You're just going to have to wait."

She groaned, but between the wine, the dancing and Jacob's reassuring presence, she fell asleep easily and woke at 7:00 feeling refreshed. Looking around, she saw that Jacob was already up. He had left her a note.

She suddenly remembered what was going to happen today and timorously reached for it.

Seema, I want you to take a long bath. Dress comfortably, as we won't be going anywhere today. Skip breakfast – I have a feeling you'll have a nervous stomach. We'll get started when I get back home

I love you.

She did as he suggested, but couldn't relax. Once dressed, she was uncertain about what to do. She couldn't decide if she needed makeup, or if she should not worry about how she looked.

Finally she took a cup of coffee and went into the study to try to get some work done. It was no use – she just couldn't focus. She got up and turned on the television. Very shortly afterwards she got up and turned it off. She picked up a novel and tried to read, but found herself reading the same paragraph over and over again.

She sighed and got up for another cup of coffee and tried to read the news on her iPad. It seemed to help some, as she got interested in a story about protesters in Bulgaria of all places. She followed links to find out more, and suddenly the door opened and Jacob was home.

She glanced at the clock – it was eleven – and stood up suddenly, turning to face him. He was carrying a bag of something or other. He put it down and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and get undressed. I'll set up down here."

She couldn't say anything, just nodded and headed up the stairs, her heart thumping so loudly she couldn't hear anything else. She stepped out of her flip-flops, then pulled off her sweatshirt and hung it in its place in the closet. She removed her jeans, folded and put them away.

She looked in the mirror, not recognizing the woman she saw. Her eyes were wide, with a glint of fear, but her face and chest were flushed with excitement.

She removed her bra, dropping it into the hamper. Remembering to breathe, she removed her panties and tossed them as well. Exposing her pussy released the aroma of her arousal. She touched herself, feeling the moistness that was already starting.

With a start she realized that she had not been thinking, but had started playing with herself and was getting even more excited. But Jacob had asked her not to masturbate. She stopped, feeling very guilty. Taking a deep breath, she walked out the door and down the stairs.

Jacob looked up from whatever he was doing and smiled at her. "You're very beautiful," he said. She didn't feel beautiful. She felt vulnerable, alone, scared and, at the same time, she felt aroused. She was also embarrassed. She was embarrassed by her nakedness, even though Jacob had seen and touched every inch of her. But even more, she was embarrassed because she knew that he could tell she was excited – her skin was flushed, her nipples erect, and most damning of all, he could see and smell how her pussy was behaving. It was doing it on its own, and she had no way to stop it.

"Please turn around," he commanded.

She did so with a start. She briefly noted that he had closed all the shades and laid out – something – on the dining room table. Before she could tell just what was there, he reached from behind her and put a blindfold over her eyes. He put the Velcro-fastening cuffs around her wrists, pulling her arms and clipping them together behind her back.

In those very few seconds, he removed all chance of resistance and the realization that she no longer had any control exploded inside her. She gave out a moan, not sure what she was trying to express, but feeling as if everything about her had suddenly changed – she was a different woman. No longer self-confident and assured, but now completely helpless, and everything that was going to happen was because of someone else's will, not her own.

He turned her around several times, causing her to completely lose her bearings. When he stopped her, she stumbled, and he caught her easily. He guided her forward, and she walked unsteadily where he directed.

She was brought to an abrupt halt as she walked into an object. The collision was gentle, and she could feel a nubby surface against her belly – a towel, she realized. Jacob stepped away, and she felt her heart beating faster, her stomach tied up in knots. Irrelevantly, she thought, "He was right about skipping breakfast . . . "

Her thought was interrupted when she felt Jacob fastening the other two Velcro cuffs around her ankles. She heard, rather than felt, a click, as he attached something to the right one.

"Move your right foot out, about shoulder width," Jacob instructed. When she did, she heard another click, and her leg was secured. He quickly did the same to her left leg, leaving her unable to move her legs and feeling unbalanced.

She swayed, and he pushed her forward. "Lean down," he said.

She bent at the waist and realized that she was leaning over the back of the love seat.

"All the way down," he said. She bent forward until her face touched the seat cushion. She felt her breasts jiggling, but with her arms bound behind her, she could do nothing to control the movement.

She heard Jacob walk around to the front. He grasped her left arm and unfastened the clip holding them together. He brought her arm down and there were two quick clicks. She tried to move her arm, but it was secured so that she could barely move it. He repeated the same procedure on her right arm and stepped back.

She tried to move, but could only wiggle a bit. Her legs were straight, and she was bent at the waist, her head lower than her ass. Her legs were spread enough that her pussy was completely exposed, and her rear was sticking out, as if being offered up.

She moaned again. She was terrified, and yet at the same time, somewhere below that very powerful primary emotion, she felt at peace. It was if this was where she belonged. And that whatever would happen would be what she needed.

She tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath. It didn't help. She was still terrified.

She started as she felt a touch on her ass cheek. He began caressing her, gently stroking her hips, her ass, her legs. She flinched at each touch, but felt eager for more, especially when his hand moved near her pussy. She moaned when he stopped.

She heard him come around in front of her. He started caressing her arms, shoulders and back. His hands moved to her front and found her breasts. He gently stroked them, starting at the bottom and sliding down toward the nipples. She moaned again, feeling herself getting more aroused.

He continued stoking, starting to focus on her nipples. She gasped when he changed tactics and roughly pinched them. The sudden change from soft caress and gentle squeeze to a painful pinch jolted her.

Still not saying a word, he moved away, and Seema waited tensely for what was to come next.

She heard some movement behind her, as if he had walked into the other room and returned with something from the table. Again, she gave a grunt and jerked at her bindings as she felt a hard, smooth object softly rubbing against her ass. She recognized the paddle they had bought from the adult store, oh so long ago it seemed.

The paddle was gone, and she tensed her gluteal muscles waiting for the first blow. Nothing. She took a deep breath, unable to maintain the tension, and gasped as she first heard, then felt the first blow. "Ohh," she screamed. Damn – that really hurt.

She heard Jacob moving around in front of her. He removed the blindfold. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.

She tried to smile at him. "Yeah," she said. "I remember my safe word. This is OK."

He studied her face for a moment, then got up and moved away. He had left the blindfold off, but she couldn't turn her head enough to see where he was going.

She found out when he struck again. She jerked and tried to move away, but she was securely fastened – she wasn't going anywhere.

Another smack hit her other cheek. She grunted, enduring the pain. Another. She screamed again, but this time he ignored it, trusting her to tell him when it got to be too much. He struck her again. She thought, "Damn him. He's not holding back at all. This hurts!" Another smack.

She lost count of how many times he hit her. She screamed, wiggled to the extent her bonds let her, she cried. To the extent that she could think she wondered why she was enduring this. Just one word would stop the whole thing. Yet there was something she couldn't put a name to that caused her to allow it to continue, a warming different from the heat where his blows warmed and reddened her skin.

He stopped and gently stroked her where he had been hitting. She gasped for air, grateful for the respite. He stopped stroking. Uncertain as to what was to come, she was startled when he struck again. "Oww!" she protested. He began a steady rain of blows, striking not only her butt, but her thighs as well.

Her nose began to run, and tears ran freely. As the snot flowed, she began to have trouble breathing, and she gasped for breath through her mouth.

Jacob stopped, and she gasped in relief. He came around to the front. "Are you all right?" he asked.

She took several deep breaths before she could answer. "I had trouble breathing," she said.

He considered her for a moment. Apparently reaching a decision, he said, "I think it's time for a short break." She heard him walk away, but, not being able to turn far enough to see, she lost track of where he went.

She lay there, grateful for the respite. Her tears dried, and her nose did too, so she felt somewhat better. Offsetting that, she was getting stiff and cramped from being tied up. Her ass was sore. She imagined that it must be a bright shade of red.

Time went by, and nothing happened. She wondered where he was and what he was doing. She tried to listen for sounds that would tell her what he was doing, but there was nothing.

Finally, he returned. Kneeling in front of her, he refastened the blindfold over her eyes. She couldn't tell where he went until she felt him gently rubbing her rear. "You were nicely warmed up, but I think we need to go back a few steps, because you're not nearly as warm as you were.

"Noooo," she said, but he paid her no attention.

He struck her with the paddle. He hit her again, and again, and the pain began to overwhelm her. She screamed. She cried. She begged him to stop, but the he continued his rain of blows.

After an what seemed like forever, he stopped. Again, he rubbed her bottom. "Yes, that's about right," he said in satisfaction.

She took a deep breath, knowing that the torture had ended and she had survived. She thought that this wasn't as bad as she had feared. Then she realized that Jacob wasn't freeing her. She heard him leave the room. She heard him return. She wondered what was going to happen next. Is he going to screw me? I think I'd like that.

But he wasn't. She heard the riding crop whip through the air before she heard, and then felt, it strike against her skin. She screamed, louder than she had before, and she gasped. This was even more painful than she had imagined. She couldn't take any more of this!

She struggled and screamed, "No, no. No more. I can't take any more." But she had not said her safe word, so he paid no attention, and the crop stuck again. She jerked, and gasped for air. Again she asked herself why she was subjecting herself to this, and only an inner core of stubbornness – and something else, something warming deep inside her – kept her from stopping.

The crop struck again. This time, diabolically, it hit right at the crease where her cheek met her thigh, winding around to the most tender flesh of her body, striking right next to her pussy. There was a pause, and she hoped that her ordeal might end. But instead, Jacob had moved around to the other side and struck in the same crease on her left side. She shrieked in pain. She tried to speak, to yell, to tell Jacob to stop, but all that she could manage were high-pitched, inarticulate cries, barely audible.

He struck again from the same side, higher this time, and she convulsed in pain. "No, no, please, stop," she cried, but it came out as a mumble. Her tears completely soaked the blindfold, causing it to slip down, so she could see a bit over the top, not that she was focused on anything but what Jacob was doing to her.

He had moved to the other side and hit her again. "Aargh! Oh, oh, that hurts," she yelled. He struck again. She flinched again and recognized that she was completely in his control. She was going to feel the pain of however many times he chose to hit her, and she was powerless to do anything about it.

She cried in despair. "No, this can't be happening. It hurts so much," she thought. She had very few coherent thoughts, but something inside was forcing her to continue. She was going to see this through, no matter what. But she moaned as he struck again, then moved to the other side and struck again.

Just as she began to feel that there would be no end to the pain, no respite ever, he stopped and gently stroked her abused flesh. Her ass cheeks and her thighs were on fire from the paddle and the stripes where the crop had bit into her were lines of pain. Even his now-gentle touch was painful.

There was a pause, and she listened to try to hear what he was doing. He returned and began rubbing something cold into her inflamed skin. It felt good. He stopped for a minute and moved around to her front where he removed the blindfold, stroking her face.

"You were very brave, darling," he said. "I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of you." She stared at him with eyes reddened with her tears and snuffled, "Oh, thank you for stopping." She began to cry again.

He moved around to the back and continued his ministrations. "This is cold cream," he told her. I'm going to put some antibiotic on the welts next, but I wanted to soothe the pain a bit first."

She relaxed in her bonds, realizing that it was over. His hands began to feel good, as he rubbed ointment into her reddened seat and thighs. She realized she was turned on as he continued. He must have realized it too, since he began to gently tease her pussy.

He stopped, and she held her breath. She heard the sound of a buckle, a zipper and cloth rustling. Then she felt what she really wanted, as he slid his cock against her very wet pussy to lubricate it. He gently slid inside her, stopping just short of her painfully red ass. He leaned over her and grasped her breasts.

"Oh, that feels so god, Jacob. Do me, do me hard. I really need it," she said.

He complied, his hips slapping against her painful rear. "Oh, that hurts, feels so good, oh," she said. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He began thrusting into her rapidly. Hard. His hardness felt so good inside her. The pain of his slapping against her ass felt good. She felt as if all of the sensations she had ever felt in her life were happening again, right there in her ass and pussy.

She screamed, "Oh, I'm . . . Oh." She was carried away by the most explosively violent orgasm she had ever experienced. She was vaguely aware that Jacob grunted and exploded inside her, but it was a distant realization, as she was fully engulfed by her feeling of euphoria.

All of the tension left her body, and she collapsed as far as her bonds would let her. She felt Jacob remove the clips from her ankle cuffs, then saw him as he came around and released her from her wrist cuffs.

As he lifted her up, she saw that he had spread a beach towel over the love seat, so all of her bodily fluids had not stained it. She laughed at herself for the thought, but snuggled up against him, realizing how much thought and care he had put into creating this experience for her.

He looked down at her anxiously. "How did you do, baby? Was this what you wanted?"

She smiled up at him. "Oh yes, Jacob, it was perfect."

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She smiled at Helen. "Since that first time we've played a lot – once a month or maybe every other month, depending. So, you see why I'm nervous. And why I'm not worried that Jacob is going to do anything I don't want."

Helen looked at her with wide eyes. She saw a beautiful, poised and self-confident woman and could hardly believe the story Seema had just told her. She tried to imagine Seema tied up, naked, with a man wielding a whip behind her and failed.

"Wow, Seema, that's amazing," she said. "I don't think I'd dare to do what you did. Mind, you," she grinned, "I might enjoy it if I tried, but I don't think I could find the courage to try it."

Seema smiled back, wickedly. "I think you might enjoy it. But now I have to get going. You can't imagine the birthday present I got from Jacob."