As mentioned in the prior post, we were both burning and yearning very intensely, from our discussions and the day’s goings on. NW had told me, before she left work, that I was not going to be teased last night. Knowing that, I hoped that she had something intense planned for me. If all she had wanted was for me to pleasure her until she was exhausted, so be it. But deep down I needed attention of some sort. I was craving sensation. In the end, literally, I got more than I had bargained for and hoped.
We both cleaned up and met in the bedroom. We climbed on the bed and NW immediately positioned herself in a manner to which I have become accustomed. She told me to make her come and off it went. I spent several minutes with my head between her legs, working from her sex to her ass and back. After several orgasms, she sat up and told me to roll over onto my back.
Once there, she told me that she had changed her mind and that I was going to be teased. She also told me that she wanted to hurt me. She wanted me to make the decision which was to be first. It didn’t take much pondering to decide that I would rather end the night with frustration than with pain. So, I told her that I would like the pain first. With that, I was told to get on my stomach.
I was expecting the cane. Actually, I was craving the cane and the intensity, even if too much, that it gives. What I felt, though, was the belt. It slapped and stung nicely. NW made sure that it had enough force to hurt, but not near a limit. Of course, with the belt, it takes a lot more force to reach that level.
After several whacks from the belt, there was a pause, then blows started again, with increasing frequency. This time, however, it was the flogger that was raining down on me. And not just on my ass, but my back, shoulders and flanks…with ever increasing force. The dull, pleasurable thuds that started the flogging gave way to the stinging crack of the harder blows. Then it paused again.
A moment later I felt the stiff, unyielding, though light, whack of the cane. This was it. She was going to cane me. I craved it, and had been. But, honestly, I feared it. The last time she was punishing me. I had no such motivation to endure, this time around. Last time she was learning how hard the blows should/could be. This time she started with a good idea of her desired force. Even so, she had me rate each blow, 1 to 10, so that she could adjust accordingly.
This was somewhat virgin territory for us. Yes, I knew that NW liked it when I squirmed in pain, at her hand. That was usually in the form of CBT. And, yes, we have played with spanking, flogging and caning before…lightly. Now, however, she was about to cane me, hurt me, and for no reason but to satisfy her own sadistic desire to do so. Furthering it was the fact that I perceive CBT, no matter how harsh, to be highly sexual. Having my ass tormented, however, carries to such feeling. It is naughty, yes, but not directly sexual and therefore, devoid of that motivation to endure it. On this, my only motivation was that NW desired it. That was going to have to be enough.
The first hard stroke fell and I blurted “seven”. Several more blows fell and NW felt that my tolerance was not as high tonight as when I was punished. I had thought the same thing. Again, I think the fact that I was not being punished was making it harder to endure. After a couple of more strokes, though, I found my groove. NW was kind enough to let me somewhat recover from one blow before delivering the next…with a few exceptions. She was more interested it being heavy-handed, marking me and prolonging it, rather than a burst of lighter blows that would quickly escalate beyond my ability to take in.
Soon all of the impacts were registering 8’s, 9’s and even some 10’s. She became skeptical of my rating, thinking I was down playing the pain to keep her going. So, she swung, in her words “harder than I ever have”, and the impact immediately tensed my whole body. I cried out, “10!” She smiled and said that she was testing me. Of course, two blows later and I shrieked, “12!”, as the hardest force of the blow had hit my upper thigh, not my ass. That, of course, is fair game. But the hardest blows are intended for my backside proper.
She stopped and commented that it almost felt wrong to be so wet from hurting me. She had me roll over onto my back, climbed onto the bed and mounted her throne. Her weight pressed down onto my chest. She slid her body forward and my waiting mouth locked onto her pussy. She was not lying. She was soaked. Even moreso than earlier in the day. I feasted. She came. She leaned back and moved her ass to my mouth. I worshipped. She came even more. But she was not done with my ass.
Pics after the first round…
She had me roll back over onto my stomach and returned to the belt. This time she focused more attention on the soft, vulnerable skin at the base of my ass, just above my balls. Then onto the flogger again…back, shoulders, flanks, hips and ass. She pulled my balls back and had me arch, to let them hang. Doubling the tails of the flogger, she began battering my balls with it. Nothing extreme, but each blow enough to make me jerk.
Then she returned to the cane. This round was not as long lived as the previous, but the blows held at a much higher level of pain. Fully ninety percent of them were a 9 or 10, with the occasional missed mark well exceeding the goal of 10.
Several times she asked if I was okay. She knows that I will go beyond what I “should” to give her what she wants. I was okay. I was prepared to keep going. At the end, she would only hit me when I gave the okay, as every blow was at or near the limit. I rushed myself, so that I was not slowing her down, and then she was sated. My ass had been pummeled. Even as thick skinned as I am, the marks were evident, especially from a tool whose impact is much deeper and not as superficially noticeable as a belt or lighter, flexible cane.
She consoled me, thanked me, soothingly rubbed me. And I thanked her, sincerely. She was sated…at least her want to hurt me. I was sated, and my want of stimulation met.
Pics after the second round
She rolled back from me, onto her back, and I returned to pleasuring her. First her ass, at it was offered again. Then her sex. I headily, lovingly and enthusiastically brought her to orgasm several times.
Once her need had been met, she rolled me over and began to work me over, as promised. I was slow to respond. My body was still reeling from the caning and, as I said, I felt sated. In time, though, I responded and she stroked and sucked me to the edge. She held me there for some time. I was overly cautious in my feedback, as I was feeling so many things that I wasn’t sure how my body would respond. No orgasm, no release, just minute after minute of riding near or on the edge.
When it was over, we lay there in each others arms…holding one another…kissing…and thanking one another for an incredibly intense and satisfying night.
Oh…and the morning after…