Beth sighs contentedly as she carefully rolls the expensive stockings down each leg, delicately placing the sheer nylons in a drawer with the rest of her lingerie.
My, she thinks, what an overwhelming experience. Half an hour from its conclusion, the evidence of Beth’s chastisement is still vividly apparent in a series of red stripes marking her bottom. She had a safe word but didn’t use it, hence her erotically tingling rear.
Beth selects a loose, ankle-length dress, electing to forgo knickers while her buttocks remain so sore. Flat ballet pumps are a contrast to the stilettos worn just an hour ago. He’ll be back soon; meanwhile, she recalls the day so far:
As a prelude, Daniel teased and twisted the nipples of her small, pert boobs, before flicking a riding crop lightly against each prominent nub.
“So beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
“I used to hate them.”
“Whatever for?” Daniel was puzzled.
“Late developer, by the age of fifteen, most of my friends had a decent bosom; mine was scarcely noticeable.”
“And now…”
“Glad I don’t routinely have to wear a bra.” She winced as he transferred the crop to the underside of each breast. “They’re also the centre of considerable sexual pleasure.”
“And a little pain?’
“Same thing.”
“Enough. I think those tits are sufficiently chastened for the moment. Time to visit a more intimate area.” So saying, Daniel pushed Beth down onto her knees, forehead on the Turkish kelim. “Pull your bottom cheeks apart.”
“What!”
“Relax,” his voice adopted a reassuring tone in reaction to her expression of outrage. “I’m simply testing your obedience.”
Despite initial protests, she meekly spread her buttocks wide. Whereupon Daniel surprised and delighted his spankee by running a finger around the rim of her tightly puckered rosebud, creating havoc in Beth’s loins.
“Six,” he announced brusquely, picking up the riding crop. Beth grabbed a cushion and buried her face in it. In truth the application of the promised half-dozen strokes across the taut globes was mild, yet each drew a muffled grasp of pain
“Well done,” Daniel helped her stand, then gently guided Beth into a sitting position on the bed, parting her knees to expose her dewy pudenda. He applied the crop along each inner thigh to within a centimetre of her sex. Beth looked up anxiously, wide eyes silently pleading for mercy.
“I expect you’d like to be fucked now?” Daniel contrived to sound as if he really didn’t care either way. Beth, already wholly fixated on that outcome, suspected an implicit catch in the question.
“Please,” she breathed.
“Very well, but first you must have that naughty pussy punished.”
Mouth open in shock, Beth neither moved nor protested, determined to be penetrated at any cost. Soft strokes of the supple leather across her clitoris acted as a catalyst to intensifying arousal.
“Trust me,” said Daniel, and, with no alternative, she was forced to do so. Eventually, notes of distress became apparent in Beth’s yelps and cries, squirming at the growing smart permeating her pink labia, whereupon Daniel halted the chastisement and pushed Beth’s knees back towards her chest. Delicately inserting the head of his swollen cock between chastened pussy lips, he entered her craving cunt and began to thrust, masterfully.
Shamelessly, she reached to grab his hips, urging Daniel deeper inside, until his balls slapped against her stinging cheeks. In response, he quickened the pace, intensifying the intense sexual sensations. Finally, Beth gave a series of ecstatic cries, eyes rolling, mouth slack, totally surrendered. Daniel matched her vocal outburst with a prolonged, moan and came copiously as they collapsed, momentarily spent.
Downstairs an opening door heralds Daniel’s return. What now Beth wonders? For the first installment of this erotic roleplay, he’d faithfully followed the narrative she’d written, presented in a pink envelope.
Now it’s her turn to open a blue envelope and discover whatever fantasy Daniel has conjured from his inventive imagination. Ever the obedient submissive, Beth can’t wait to find out…
