You Thought I Would Never Do It

Mistress Marne slowly stepped around until she was once again facing me. "We'll begin slowly and ease into this,' she purred. Then she placed the feather end of the cane just below my chin, and slowly drew it down my chest until it reached my cock, which at this point was standing very much at attention, not from any sort of direct stimulation, simply anticipation and the overall experience. Slowly, she began stroking it with the feathers, going back and forth, round and round. This part, I had to admit to myself, felt pretty nice. But I knew it wouldn't last.

Mistress Marne stepped back over to the table, carefully laid the cane with its feathers down in its place, and placed her hand on the handle of a leather flogger. "We'll save more of the cane experience until later. I believe this, however, will bring a more meaningful sensation than those simple little feathers." She was speaking quietly, but loud enough for me to hear, almost as though she wanted me to understand her train of thought. Emerging from the handle of the flogger were dozens of thin leather strips, roughly eighteen inches long. Picking it up, Mistress Marne quickly whipped the strands around in the air, this way and that, where they made a very audible whooshing noise before with a loud WHAP, she brought them down, hard, on the edge of the table. I couldn't help but cringe.

"I think it's time to warm up this body," said Mistress Marne, as she ambled slowly in a circle around me, her eyes adopting a menacing gaze, the flogger swishing gently about. "Now where to begin?" After a full circle and a half, she apparently decided, and with a quick motion swiftly laid those few dozen leather strands directly across my chest. Hard! It hurt, but I managed to hold my tongue. A second later, she lit my ass afire with an even harder stroke. In rapid succession, Mistress Marne began swinging the flogger back and forth, with forehand and backhand strokes, bringing the strands down and across my back, ass, both front and back thighs, chest, belly, and finally, my cock. My eyes were tearing up and I couldn't help but let out a cry or two at the hardest hits. I couldn't see my backside, but I chanced a glance down my front and could see that I was turning a very bright pink. She didn't seem to be breaking any skin, however, just bringing an intense stinging to most of the surface of my body.

Suddenly, it stopped. She was behind me and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Then Mistress Marne spoke up.

"Kaci? Would you like to take a turn at this?"

"Me? I thought I was just supposed to watch and then be his driver home when you finish."

"Oh, I don't at all mind having an assistant. Perhaps you would like me to teach you a few things about what you can, and also what you probably shouldn't, do to your husband's body should you get the inclination."

"Well........ okay, if you say so. I know Cal would like for me to become more willing to try doing stuff like this to him, so maybe if I learned a few things from you...."

Now the way my body was feeling at just that moment, I was pretty sure it would be a very long time before I ever wished for any more of this. I turned my head as Kaci walked over into my field of vision. She looked at me. I'm sure she was aching to ask "So.... are you glad you asked for this? Are you enjoying your gift?" But she knew better than to even try and address me, for as Mistress Marne's assistant, she had a role to play. She let her eyes play down my reddened body, then looked back at Mistress Marne.

"All, right, why don't you take this and try a few strokes before we move on to something else. You should stay away from his face, of course, and also never strike too hard, with any of these kinds of toys, at joints like an elbow or a knee. There isn't enough cover there. His ass, on the other hand, you can hit just as hard as you like. Thighs and other parts of the torso are fair game as well with a toy of this nature. And I'll let you decide just how you want to treat that package he carries in front.

Kaci took hold of the flogger, swished it around a few times to see how it felt, and then slapped her own leg, fairly lightly, testing out just how the strands would land. She actually hit her boot so probably didn't feel a thing, but she generated a loud "THWAK". Apparently satisfied, she mimicked Mistress Marne's walk around my body before rearing back and landing the flogger strands against my ass. It stung, but Mistress Marne had hit me harder.

Kaci paused a moment, perhaps contemplating the power she held in her hands and the results she wanted to generate. SWISH-THWACK! The flogger landed again on my ass, before beginning to make its way up my back, inch by inch. She wasn't hitting real real hard, but hard enough that it definitely stung. Harder than she had ever hit me before, that's for sure. When she reached my shoulders, she went back and landed a couple more on my ass, just for good measure, before slowly walking around to contemplate my front. She stood there, perhaps a foot or so away, and as her eyes met and locked onto mine, her face adopted a smiling, questioning look that could have meant anything from "are you having fun yet?" to "let's see, how hard shall I strike you, and where?" She stepped back another foot or so, softly swishing the flogger back and forth in the air, before she very gently directed it between my legs and up onto the underneath side of my cock. It wasn't a hit, not at all, just a teasing indication of what might be possible, should she decide to go there. Kaci looked over to Mistress Marne.

"You said I could decide what to do with this area in front. How careful should I be?"

"Well, you don't want to hit too hard. The skin on his penis is fairly thin, especially when it's stretched out like this, and you wouldn't want to break it open. And, of course, there are a lot of nerve endings down there so a little can go a long way. You can just experiment, see how he responds, and decide what you want to do next."

Kaci gently flipped the strands left and right, across my cock and back, almost like a tickle except that I was already passed the point of it feeling like a tickle. Then she said "okay, let's try this..........", stepped to one side, drew back her arm and brought the strands flat against the front of my crotch. She hadn't hit real hard, just enough to test my reaction, but it was still a shock and my body retreated backwards, or tried to. I was doing my best to show no reaction in my face.

"Hmmmmm.... That didn't seem to be too bad," mused Kaci, as she watched my cock bob up and down. "You're bouncing.... are you enjoying this, Honey? Let's try this....." And, suddenly, the flogger cracked across my lower belly, just above my cock, before landing hard on my upper thighs on its return trip. Then, she did it again... and once again. I couldn't help but emit a groan as my entire midsection lit up in pain. I could tell that Kaci was trying to stay in character. Suddenly the strands whooossshed through air again, landing right across my cock and balls. "AAAHHHHHH" I couldn't help but yelp in surprise as the tender nerve endings on my cock reacted and absorbed the sting.

"Okay, Mistress, that's enough for me. This was an interesting to try once, but as I told you, I'm really not into being the one to cause my husband pain - that's why I gave him the gift of you. I can't figure out why he wants this, but he tells me he does, so please, have at him. I'll just settle back in and watch whatever you do next." Kaci gently laid the flogger down on the table and moved back to her chair.

"Well, okay, and I think his muscles have likely had enough of trying to stand in this position anyway. Let's move on to something else." Mistress Marne moved to the side of the room, out of my sight line, and then returned pushing some sort of complicated table or bench sort of thing on casters. It was padded but looked like it had a lot of moving parts. She positioned one end up against my thighs, just below my cock, then reached for the remote control and, pushing a button, released the ropes that were stretching my arms. I hadn't really noticed because of the stinging pain I was feeling elsewhere, but she was right, as soon as my arms came down I felt a palpable sense of relief.

Mistress Marne gave me an instruction: "Release your wrist cuffs from the ropes, but keep them on your wrists." It took me some time to do that, as I needed for some blood and feeling to move back into my fingers after they had been extended high for so long, but eventually, I managed to comply. I figured removing the spreader bar from my ankles would be next, but Mistress Marne simply said, "Now bend over and lie forward on the table, with your arms stretched up over your head." I did as instructed, bending at the waist with my feet still on the floor. I couldn't really see what she did next, but I sensed that she knelt down behind my butt and fiddled with something -- I felt the spreader bar between my ankles move a bit -- and suddenly there was a loud CLICK. I heard my captor moving back around me, until she was standing at the very other end of the table. Something pulled on my arms, stretching them out further above my head, and then I heard another one -- CLICK! My wrists had been linked together, stretched out above my head. Then Mistress Marne moved to the side of the table my face was turned towards, just above my shoulder, looking at me and at Kaci sitting beyond me.

She smiled -- a somewhat wicked smile -- then picked up the remote control device again, fiddling with a few buttons and nobs. Suddenly, the bench/table began to adjust itself below me. Something began to lift the bar attached to my ankles up into the air, so that I was lying just on my crotch, torso and chest, with my legs spread out in the air behind me. Then the bar was pulled towards the table, effectively forcing me to spread my thighs and knees out to either side, before a couple of extensions moved out beneath them so to provide a bit of support. The clip attached to my wrists pulled back, stretching my arms even further. Then I felt the table surface beneath my torso and chest begin to separate, creating a slot that my cock promptly dropped through. I found that there was actually a curved open spot just below my head, like you would have at the top of a massage table, that my face could rest in more comfortably than being twisted to the side. Finally, the table tilted a bit, with the lower end of the table rising and lifting my butt up until it was well above the height of the rest of my body. It was becoming pretty obvious where Mistress Marne's next focus of attention would fall.

Or so I thought. The Mistress moved back to her chest of drawers, opened one, and drew out some contraption with a little round cage and a tube linked by a chain. She walked over and knealt by my head. "Do you know where this is going? No, you don't need to answer me, I just wanted you to see."

She stood up and moved behind me, out of my line of site. I felt her fingers slowly caressing my cock and ball sack, which were hanging -- I'm sure in a very prominent manner -- just below my ass. I felt her take hold of both balls, maneuver them through a ring, and then tighten it down to the point where my balls were snugly contained within the round cage. She then placed my cock within the tube, and again tightened it down with some sort of screws or something so that my cock was tightly gripped within. She let go, leaving my parts hanging there trapped within their constraints for a moment, before I suddenly felt a pulling as she attached some sort of weight to the connecting chain. This was a very odd sensation. Not exactly painful, just strange, though I had a feeling that might evolve over time.

There was silence for at least a minute, as I was left there to contemplate what might be coming next. Then...... "You did request that I incorporate some spanking, is that right?" This was a question clearly directed at Kaci, not me. "Absolutely. He tells me he likes to be spanked, but I don't really like to do that myself, so please do what you will with him. He was very bad this week, by the way, so he is deserving of punishment." I didn't actually recall being bad, but I was in no position to correct her.

WHAP!!!!!! A paddle of some sort landed squarely on my ass. "OWWW!" I yelled out, as it really stung. Mistress Marne slowly walked around the table, knelt down next to my head, though I couldn't see her, and softly asked. "Did I not instruct you to remain silent?" It was a rhetorical question, as she was clearly not seeking a response. "Did I not caution you about what would happen with another outburst?"

She stood, walked back behind me, and again gave me a moment of silence to imagine what might be coming. Then, suddenly, the paddle began raining sharp blows against my ass cheeks, quickly and hard. I had to screw up my face and grit my teeth to keep from making a noise, but it felt as though my butt was truly aflame. Kaci actually had spanked me with a paddle once or twice, most recently a year earlier for our last anniversary before tying me down, and that had hurt, but this was way, way worse. I had started to count the blows, just in my head, but after about ten I lost track. Vaguely, I took notice that as my body reacted to the blows, trying yet failing due to the restraints to retreat away, the weight below my cock and balls had begun swinging about, tugging my trapped parts this way and that as it moved. It might have felt good in other circumstances, except that I didn't really have any capacity to think about what those might be, given how flaming hot my ass had become.

Suddenly, after what I'm sure was way more than twenty swats, the blows to my butt stopped. I realized I had been holding my breath and slowly began to let it out. I couldn't believe how much it hurt back there. I had a brief thought that if by setting this up Kaci had sought to "cure me" of my expressed affinity for being spanked, this experience may have accomplished that goal.

"That should be sufficient punishment for his vocal outburst. Kaci, are you sure you don't want to help punish him for whatever misdeeds he may have committed this week?"

"No, Mistress, I'm content to simply watch. He's yours to punish."

"As you wish. Let me see...." I heard her walking back over to the table, pick something up, put it back down again, and then I think pick up something else. Returning to the table she circled around me, and it sounded as if she was quietly coiling some sort of belt or strap around her hand. She moved back out of my sight, there was another moment of silence, and then CRRRAAAACCCCCKKKKKK! The strap landed squarely across and around my ass. While I had been able to tell that the last implement, the paddle, was broad, flat and hard, leaving a general sense of pain across my entire ass, this one had landed in a more focused way. WWHHHHAAAAPPPPP! It landed again, just across the bottom of my ass cheeks. I struggled to not cry out, knowing that if I did it might cause a flurry of blows to descend upon me. SLLLLLAAAAAPPPPP! And a third blow landed, just between the other two. I groaned, quietly and to myself. This was way, way more than I had anticipated. I think Mistress Marne heard the groan, as she stepped away and directed a comment to Kaci.

"I think that together with the paddling, that will have to be sufficient punishment for whatever misdeeds he may have committed. We do want him to last through the evening, after all. He'll need a little time to recover, but then I think it's time to do a little internal exploring. Kaci, I believe you said you don't do a lot of anal play?"

"That's right. He has asked me to use some toys up his ass but that always seemed weird to me. I did experiment once for last year's anniversary, but I'm sure he's curious about what it might feel like with a pro in control."

"Well, anal play is actually fairly common, and as you'll see, can really be quite pleasurable for him if done right. Why don't you come over here so you can watch from a closer perspective."

Kaci got up again, walked around behind me, and sharply drew in her breath as, I think, she saw the flaming red condition of my butt cheeks. I felt a finger reach out and trace a line across one cheek, then the other. "Wow," she quietly breathed.

"Don't worry, that will pass with time. The glutes can take a lot of abuse and in my experience, they always come back for more." I sensed, but couldn't see, that Mistress Marne was smiling as she said that.

"Okay, I've laid out a range of toys we can use on him. However, it really is important to make sure he is well lubricated. I like to use this to make sure it gets all the way inside. Would you like to apply it?

"Oh, that looks like the plastic syringe I used to use to give my kids a dose of oral medicine, but this one has a much longer tip" Kaci responded. "Thanks, but you're the expert so I'll just watch you do it."

I suddenly realized that in the position I was in, with my butt cheeks high and widely spread, my asshole was very likely displayed in a highly prominent manner. I felt something rest against it, and suddenly a cooling gel was dribbling down my crack. That actually felt really good on my still-burning ass; I wanted someone to rub it all around. Then, slowly, something long and fairly thin was inserted up my anal canal, and then I could feel that cooling sensation being deposited deep within me, before the tube was slowly withdrawn, dribbling lubricant out along the way. It popped free, and I could sense that my ass had just become a very slippery place. Not knowing exactly what sort of invasive and diabolical toys Mistress Marne had in mind, I took some comfort in that. She really was a pro.

"Now, before we start on his ass, let's add a little more weight down here..." and I felt a stronger tug pulling down on my cock and balls. Someone gave the weights a little push. "Don't you just love the way this makes him swing back and forth?" asked Mistress Marne. Again, not a question directed at me.

"Now. Some of these toys basically take up space inside his ass, and some can be used to generate various kinds of stimulation. Let's start with the first kind, and then we'll move on." I couldn't see any of the implements Mistress Marne was speaking about, so was left to simply wonder what might be coming. Suddenly, something cold and hard was tickling at my asshole, advancing an inch or so and then retreating before slowly being pushed all the way inside, filling and stretching my canal as it went. At the end it sort of popped the last inch or so all on its own, I guess due to having a shape that seemed bulbous and then skinny again.

"Well, that went in very nicely. These plugs come in various sizes; this one is about a two in a range of one to five. That went in easily so I'm sure he's good for a much bigger one, maybe even the five, but we'll save that until later. Do you want to play with it?"

I felt someone -- I think it was probably Kaci since she hadn't declined the offer -- take hold of the plug and begin to twist it around, simultaneously pulling it slightly out and then back in again. This was a new sensation for me, as Kaci had only once before been willing to put anything inside my ass, and I had to admit I kinda liked it. Almost made me forget about the burning sensation I was still feeling on the surface.

"Okay, why don't you pull that one back out, and let's try something different." I felt Kaci slowly pull the plug back out of my ass -- pushing it back in slightly a couple times along the way -- until it emerged with a "pop".

"Now, this one is a vibrator that is specifically designed to stimulate his prostate. He has a lot of nerve endings right around his anus, then not so many on the way in, but hitting his prostate in the right way can really set him afire. This is remote controlled -- see, this button controls where on the vibrator the movements happen, and this one increases intensity." I heard a faint buzzing as Mistress Marne showed Kaci just how this one worked. Then, once again there was pressure on my hole, and I felt something else -- warmer than the first one, and bigger around -- push in and up the channel. I was clearly well lubed up as there wasn't much resistance, even with something that was definitely large. Whoever was doing the inserting pushed until there was nowhere else for this thing to go.