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A few folks who read my story in "Old Friends" have asked about the last few paragraphs where I mention that one of my old college roommates is now my husband. It's been a while since I wrote about our experiences and what they led up to so maybe it would be a good idea if you went back and read about them again (or maybe for the first time). This story will make more sense if you're familiar with those details.
Well, assuming you've read the first part of the story I'll tell you about how I ended up marrying one of them.
At the end of our senior year we had a little party and then an evening where I was the star of the show, so to speak. After making arrangements to meet every so often to continue our special relationship my roommates moved out. Actually, only two of them left. We had a lease that went through the summer so one of them stayed in the apartment and so did I, but don't get the wrong idea just yet. I felt close to each of them but aside from submitting to their torments and lust (I'm including myself in that lust thing) none of us formed a true emotional attachment in the romantic sense. Things around the apartment were a little different with just two of us but for the most part we continued going our separate ways.
As I said, we were nothing more than good friends who happened to live in the same apartment. As you can guess, that all changed before the summer was over.
I think it was a Friday night but I could be wrong. It really doesn't make any difference but it seems important to me. Let me check my diary. Yep, It was a Friday. Silly me, of course it was Friday because if we had to go to work what happened the next day wouldn't have happened but I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, I was out somewhere and he stayed at home. When I got back to the apartment I was surprised to hear the strains of our favorite symphony coming from the stereo. I think I was out shopping because I distinctly remember putting some packages on the kitchen table before moving to the living room door. He couldn't see me and he was so engrossed in the music that he was completely unaware that I was there.
When the music ended I was about to say "Hello" but something stopped me. I watched him and he was staring at the corner where I usually stood prior to my first spankings. I held my hand to my mouth to muffle my gasp and a bit of a giggle as I saw him open his pants and pull them down along with his briefs. He was stroking himself and talking to the imaginary me. Things like how much he liked seeing me waiting expectantly for the order to present myself for punishment and how nice it was to see me stand in front of him in nothing but my underwear and looking a little bit scared before the order to take them off. He added that as nice as that was it was nothing compared to seeing me over his lap for his portion of my spanking. He spoke in glowing terms about my rear end. I remember his exact words, he called it an "adorable little bottom. So white and pure and so much in need of a strong hand to turn it a deep red all over."
I wasn't sure if I should've been flattered or not but he didn't stop there. He also said he liked the way I bounced on his lap and struggled to stay in position even though it obviously hurt. He found my moans and yelps and cries to be more beautiful that anything Beethoven ever wrote. I was still considering the flattery question when he went on to say how he also liked putting that big thing in his hand to use. He went into great detail describing the many ways that he would take his pleasure in me. Let me tell you, that solved the flattery dilemma. I started feeling very sexy and was pleasantly amazed to find someone's hand pushed down the front of my slacks and twiddling me over my panties. Um, that hand was mine. I was getting more turned on with every word he said.
He started pumping himself a little faster and I couldn't stand it. I yelled, "Stop, don't waste that."
He looked up as I scurried into the room and fell to my knees between his legs. He was a bit embarrassed and was shrinking rapidly as he asked how long I had been hiding there. I mumbled, "From when the music ended. Let me see if I can bring this back to life."
I had him in my mouth in nothing flat and that's just what he was, flat but I felt a twitch or two and he didn't push me away. He said, "You should be ashamed of yourself."
I was busy getting my slacks and panties off and I lifted my head to say, "I'm not. You've got something I want and I think I have something you want. Lean back."
My mouth went back to work and he slouched to let me have better access. He was nice and hard by the time I got his pants off his feet so I straddled him. He let me slide all the way down before he spoke again. "That's not what I meant. You should be ashamed for being a little sneak and eavesdropping on a guy during a private time. That's a very naughty thing to do. Don't you think so?"
I was starting to work my way up and down as I said, "Yes, I'm a naughty girl and you should take me over your knee and spank me. Take my adorable pure white bottom and use your strong hand to turn it a deep red all over."
He held my hips and was helping me to ride him and to our mutual delight, he continued the erotic talk. "I'll do more than that. First I'll spank you more than you've gotten from the three of us. It'll be one you're going to remember for a long time especially when you try to sit down but you need more than a little spanking. I'm also going to tie you to the couch for a good whipping."
I was getting close to the edge and I answered, "Yes, do that. Make me moan and yelp and cry and beg you to stop. Use your belt and then take me again so I can feel you slamming against my battered skin and have no choice but to accept all the lust you want me to endure."
Quite a conversation wasn't it. Well it did the trick for both of us. I felt him tighten his muscles and he exploded just as I hit my peak. What a wonderful feeling.
As we slowly returned to earth we did something I had never done with any of my roommates before. You're probably thinking that there was very little we hadn't tried but that's not true. It had to do with my mouth. I'd used it to provide pleasure and get them ready for further assaults. Heck, I just did that a little while ago just to get him back in the mood for sex. What I'm talking about is kissing. If you read my previous stories you know that there where many times that I've puckered my lips to show homage to their hands before and after spankings and the implements they used to whip me. And don't let me forget using my lips to bestow special honor to their penises either before or after having them shoved down my throat. This was to show my appreciation(?) that whether it was a firm hand, some excruciatingly painful device or the source of their lust, the guys were well equipped to make good and varied use of me.
So what am I talking about? Their mouths. That was the one place I had never put mine. A kiss like that was a big unspoken taboo. It was a sign of tenderness that had no place in our scenario. But that's what happened that night. He held my face, brought it close to his, our lips met, our mouths opened and our tongues wrestled for a short lifetime. None of my many boyfriends or casual dates ever made me feel like that. It was wonderful and I didn't want it to end. But it did. Then we looked in each other's eyes and clinked our teeth for another go at it, just as fantastic as the first.
Since our hands were unoccupied they decided to take some, make that all, our clothes off. We had to break the second kiss for his T-shirt to come over his head but after that short interlude we went on to kiss number three. Funny, with fewer clothes and his hands on my breasts it was getting better all the time. He seemed to like my hands rubbing him and I lost count of the times we gazed at each other and went back to kisses. I do know they continued as he carried me to his bed where things got hot and heavy again and again and believe it or not, again. All without him spanking my adorable pure white bottom once.
The next day we woke up, used the bathroom and decided to take a shower together. We wasted a lot of water but would've needed a second shower anyway. It was late in the morning when we finally got dressed and had a small bite to eat to hold us till lunch. He invited me to go on an errand with him and this was also unusual in our previous relationship but I agreed. I was a bit confused when we went to a hardware store and he bought one sheet of coarse sandpaper. When I asked what he needed that for he just smiled and all he said was that it was for a special project. Back home I started to make some sandwiches but he stopped me and said, "Remember what we agreed to last night?"
I smiled and answered, "I know I agreed to ravish you every chance I got."
He smiled back and said, "I meant about you sneaking up on me. I said you were a naughty girl and it was your suggestion that I take you over my knee and give you a spanking. I agreed that was a good idea and that's what we're going to do now."
We had already broken two unwritten rules regarding the arrangements in the apartment. First by having sex without the others, damn good sex I might add, and then those kisses, Marvelous, wonderful toe-curling kisses. But was I ready for us to break more forbidden territory? Letting him be the only one to punish me. But was he suggesting or ordering? As in the past I knew I could refuse and was confident he would not push the issue so I guess it was an offer of sorts. I considered the matter for a moment. It was so nice to make love to him. Did I want him to revert to the way he and the others treated me? Would that break the spell?
He understood my hesitation and held me close for one of his wonderful kisses before saying, "Tonight I want to take you out to the best restaurant I know and then we'll go dancing. When we get back here I'm going to take you to my bed and make love to you until dawn. But right now I'm going to spank you. Go to the living room and put the chair where it belongs. Then go to your room and take everything off. When you're nude come back here and ask me to take you into the living room and give you a very long and hard spanking. Oh, and you better bring the gag in case we need it."
Another kiss and my head was spinning. I meekly nodded and went to do his bidding. In the past our special evenings started out with me in the corner fully dressed. When the music was over I would present myself and either they would strip me or I would be ordered to remove my clothes myself in front of them. That was just one of the many changes in our routine. First, this was in the afternoon and the room seemed exceptionally bright. Also, there was no one watching me disrobe which made it very different. While it's true that I willingly offered my body to suffer and be used for their pleasure (as well as mine), my volunteer status ended when I stood in the corner. After that all I had to do was follow their commands. Now I was taking a significantly more active role in getting ready for my spanking by stripping myself without an audience to force me to take off each item. Not only was I going to present myself nude but I would be bringing part of the other equipment. I should explain that the box where we stored our toys (the various spanking/whipping implements, cuffs, chains, ropes, nipple clamps, etc.) was kept in my room but usually one of the guys got it while I was standing in the corner. I had never had to hand carry anything from it before. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as I picked up the penis shaped gag and made my way to the kitchen. I had a hard time understanding why my lack of clothes was so much more humiliating than usual since he and the other roommates had seen me nude plenty of times but we always stayed in the living room. Walking towards my punishment with nothing on was something new and I wasn't sure I liked it.
Nevertheless, I met him and made the required request. He didn't say a thing as he got up and left the room. I followed and as soon as he was on the chair I was by his side. Although the preliminaries were different this was familiar ground. Naked and waiting for the order to put myself in position for a healthy dose of a man's hand crashing onto my rear end. The funny thing is that even though I was a willing participant in the abuse and sex with the three of them I always felt very nervous at this point. Up to then the pain I was to experience was a faint memory and I knew the realization of it again was going to be a shock. I liked the aftermath of spankings but not the actual receipt of them and today was no exception. I had a feeling he was determined to fulfill his prediction that he was going to spank me as hard as all three of the guys had done in the past. It wasn't going to be a few little taps and then back to his bed. But in addition to the changes in the customary method of getting to this point there was a modification of my attitude. For some reason I wasn't as scared as I usually was. Maybe it was just that we had shared some wonderful and beautiful sex but I think I was falling in love with this guy and if he wanted to spank me I was willing to let him do it.
He took the gag and put it in his shirt pocket where it would be available if, make that when, we needed it. Then he held my hand and started pulling me down but stopped when I was halfway there and turned my face towards his for a deep kiss. My knees were so weak I almost fell into his lap but I stayed bent over while his right hand rubbed my bottom and he said, "You can't believe how long I've waited to get you alone. Mostly for what we did last night and this morning but also for this. I don't have to share you with anyone. It'll be just me and my girl."
I liked it when he called me `His girl". That got him another kiss and then I was face down and being adjusted so my bottom was in the most available and vulnerable position. He was still rubbing it lovingly and repeated his words from last night. "This is so beautiful. So pure and white. It's downright adorable. Without a doubt the most perfect bottom in the world."
I looked up and smiled, "But it needs a strong hand to turn it deep red all over. It needs your hand. You made me say I wanted you to spank me very long and hard but you didn't have to, I would've said it anyway. You also said you like to hear me moan, yelp and cry and I want to give that to you too. You and the others have done terrible things to me and I've endured it all so you know I can take whatever you dish out. I'm glad it's just the two of us. I want to be all yours. Especially my bottom but it's getting cold. Do something about that."
He did. From the very first swat I knew he was serious about making this a spanking I was going to remember for a long time. See, even after all these years I still remember every swat or at least the first few minutes of them. I'm afraid I lost count after a while. He wanted to hear moans and that lasted a minute or two and then the yelps followed. He hadn't mentioned screeches but they came next which necessitated the use of the gag. Then, albeit muffled, all my expressions of discomfort mixed together as I lost track of time and was only aware that my backside and thighs were on fire. Without the short breaks between the normal spankings it was even harder to stay in the proper position but he held me fast and continued to turn my adorable and previously pure and white bottom to an even shade of deep red over every square inch of it. I had to take his word about the color but if the throbbing in that part of me was any indication, I'm sure he was right.
He held me on his lap until I stopped sobbing and after he removed my gag, I grudgingly and while this may be hard to believe, lovingly told him it was the worst single spanking I had ever received. When I stood up I fell into his arms for comfort and he kissed the tears from my face before kissing my mouth wonderfully.
He led me to the kitchen and told me sit while he made lunch. He pointed to a chair and the reason for his little errand became clear. While I was getting ready for the spanking he took that piece of sandpaper and taped it to the chair. He said I was going to have difficulty sitting down and he was making sure I really did. Sitting on something hard with a sore bottom is a challenge and you can't help but squirm a bit but that afternoon soon cured me of that. Every time I tried to move that rough grit under my rear end sent a strong message. I was supposed to stay put and believe me, I did or at least as much as I could.
When the meal was done he told me to remain seated while he disappeared. When he came back he led me into the living room where I saw our box of toys. I groaned and he said, "Do you remember what else I said I was going to do to last night's naughty girl?"
It had already crossed my mind while I was taking my clothes off earlier and I sort of hoped he had forgotten. As you can see, he hadn't and neither had I so I answered truthfully. "You said you were going to tie me to the couch and whip me."
"And. . ." he prompted.
I hung my head. "And I agreed that I needed that too."
As I was speaking he got out the cuffs and things necessary to immobilize me. When I was firmly affixed and silenced I saw him reach for the riding crop. I shook my head vigorously and he undid the gag. I took a breath and said, "No, not that. The crop is what the other guys use and I want this to be special between us. You can use that next time but last night I asked you to use something else. Your belt is a part of you and not them. That's what I want."
He smiled and bent down to give me one of his wonderful kisses and said, "You're wonderful. I think that's why I love you."
Before I could answer that breathtaking announcement the gag was back in my mouth and he was standing and pulling his belt out of the loops in his pants. My brain was in a tizzy. First of all, had I really said he could whip me with the riding crop next time? Was I already agreeing to let him punish me again? And what was that about him loving me?
There are times when you can meditate on thoughts such as those but this was not one of them. Philosophical musings take a back seat (pun intended) when you're feeling a belt laid across your already sore rear end. He was as determined to make me feel that leather object as he had been in using his hand to make the pre-lunch spanking memorable. I skipped moans and yelps and went directly to screeching into the gag. The courage and beginnings of love I felt when I let him tie me up were vague and distant memories as that unyielding thing did its job. And let me tell you, it did its job all too well as far as my hindquarters were concerned. But as I mentioned in my first memoirs, when you're tied, gagged and completely helpless there's nothing to do but endure it.
I wasn't aware of when it ended until I felt another sensation in that area. It was something hard seeking entrance. A whipping like that can get a girl out of the mood for sex but as I'd discovered on previous occasions when I was in this predicament, it only takes a few flicks of his fingers to bring out the lubrication he needs. Then the agony of my bottom was renewed when he slammed his thighs against it but that was somewhat overshadowed by the reason he was bouncing off me. The most wonderful thing was splitting me in two and I was in heaven and hell at the same time. Needless to say, this was not an unusual feeling for me. He and the others kept me in the limbo between lust and agony for hours but this time my brain was adding the little touch that I was doing this (even though I didn't really have a choice) for a special guy who just said he loved me. My orgasm exploded in a way I never felt before. Did I say my orgasm? I meant to make that plural, very plural. I was riding a wave of them as he pounded into me.
When he finally deflated and slipped out of me he sat in the chair and just stared at me for the longest time. I was still tied and gagged but he could tell my eyes were smiling at him through the remaining tears.
The cad left me there when he left the room but he quickly returned with a damp washcloth he used to soothe and cool my bottom before gently rubbing in some sort of lotion which felt very good. Then he used another washcloth to wipe my face after he kissed it clean.
I struggled a bit to show him I wanted to be freed but he shook his head. "No my little angel, you're going to stay there for a while and I'm going to put Beethoven on the stereo. I want to listen to it while I'm looking at you just the way you are. It might be a new experience for you too. You can enjoy it and know that it's not going to end with any more punishment."
So we listened and it was nice. First to know that the final chords were not the usual prelude to humiliation and pain. Secondly, he moved the chair to sit next to me and lovingly stroked my back, bottom and legs and occasionally slipped under me to tweak a nipple or just hold my breast in his hand. It was wonderful.
Afterwards he released me and put the things back in the box. I wasn't sure what to do so I put my hands on my head. He smiled and said, "I like to see you nude. You're beautiful."
I curtseyed and thanked him. That led to a kissing session and although he kept saying we should save our energy for later he didn't object too much when I took his clothes off and led him to my bedroom where we took a nap. Of course, the nap was after a rousing bit of sex and another application of that soothing lotion.
As you can imagine, my bottom wasn't completely recovered from his hand and belt but I put on my tightest dress while he was getting into his suit. When I presented myself he just stared and said, "Every guy that sees us tonight is going to be jealous of me for being with the most beautiful woman they ever saw. That thing hugs you like a second skin. Are you wearing any underwear?"
I blushed and gently chided, "What kind of a question is that? A gentleman would never broach that subject but if you want to know, find out for yourself."
I slunk next to him and jumped a bit when he put his hand on my bottom. "Still a bit sore I see but just as smooth as when I saw it over my lap. Nope no panties here but how about these. Oh, they're wonderful and really don't need a bra to make them very appetizing. I've half a mind to take you right here and now."
I slipped away and readjusted the top of my dress as I said, "Nope. You said you were taking me out dining and dancing and you're not getting out of it that easily."
He laughed and replied, "OK. But you should know that all evening I'll be thinking about getting out of something. This suit and getting you out of that dress and into bed."
I smiled. "You say the sweetest things. Let's go."
And a marvelous evening it was. A delicious meal and then a quiet club where we could dance. I mean really dance, not just jiggle around with a crowd of people but the kind where he could hold me close and we swayed to the most romantic music. More than once his hand strayed to cup my bottom and after a little start I would push it back into his grasp. He would squeeze it a little and I would moan into his ear. I especially liked it when he used that handhold to push me closer to him so we were rubbing our lower regions in a fairly lewd manner. The club was dimly lit so I don't think anyone noticed and who cares if they did. What they saw was two young lovers who couldn't get enough of each other.
Back at the apartment he finally got to get out of that suit but not until I was out of the dress and standing nude in front of him. Then it was into bed and as he promised, we made love. One hurried attack to release the hunger for each other that built all night and then slow leisurely lovemaking that left us exhausted. We finally fell asleep just as the dawn broke.
We slept late and did a lot of cuddling. Well maybe just a little sex but mostly it was a very easy- going day. We went to the zoo and had a very good time together. In the ensuing days we both had other commitments so we couldn't be together all the time but we managed to have lunch together and since he had the large bed I more or less moved into his room. The only reference to the submissive side of me was that he liked me to be nude with my hands on my head as I had to do when I was otherwise unoccupied during the special nights. He had me stand like that in the corner a few times but the spanking chair stayed against the wall.
We both knew it wouldn't stay there for long. Sure enough, the next weekend we were going to go out to do some shopping and after a few good-morning kisses and a shower for two (without sex) I went to my room to get my clothes. He liked to watch me get dressed almost as much as he liked seeing me stripping for him so it was no surprise that he followed me. I smiled as I wiggled my adorable, pure white bottom in his direction and provocatively slunk into my panties. Then I asked if he wanted me to wear a bra under my T-shirt. He didn't answer immediately so I turned around and saw him looking at the box of toys. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
I knew what had distracted him and realized that thoughts of the things in that box and the things he could do to me were not far from my mind either. The shopping trip could wait a little while so I answered, "I was asking if you wanted me to put on my bra before going to the living room. You mentioned once that you liked seeing me take my underwear off just before getting spanked and I wondered if you wanted me to wear both things or would presenting myself for the spanking in just my panties suffice? I could get dressed completely if you prefer and stand in the corner for a few minutes first. How do you want me?"
He was all smiles and responded, "Just the panties will do for today. Tonight you'll stand in the corner while I bring the box and I think I'll just have you strip below the waist before I tie you up. Then I'll use the riding crop but not too much. Only a few dozen times. Lead the way."
When he and the chair were ready I started to pull my panties down but he stopped me. He wanted that honor and inched them down as slowly as he could while asking me why he was baring my bottom and me saying so he could have a clear target to spank. He asked if I was a naughty girl who needed to be punished and part of me wanted to keep up the game and agree but instead I said, "No. I haven't been naughty and I'm not getting spanked for punishment. I'm a woman who likes to get spanked and you're a man who likes spanking me. I'm giving myself to you. Spank me as long and as hard as you wish. But shouldn't we get the gag?"
He smiled and said, "I like that answer. I do love spanking you and this will be a long one but don't worry about making too much noise. The last of our neighbors moved out a few days ago. We've got this whole wing to ourselves and I want to hear your cries. I'll keep it just below the screeching level but don't think it's going to be easy. Are you ready?"
I nodded and with a short stop for a kiss on the way down, I was soon in the perfect position.
This was unlike any spanking I ever got. He wasn't slamming my rear end with the usual force. More of a flicking with his fingers and an occasional full palm slap. It was almost relaxing but eventually the sting was building to an uncomfortable level. That's when he gave me a few really hard ones and I yelped and moaned. More of the same followed and the sting was being upgraded to a small fire. It was getting hotter and hotter and then he gave one with all the force he could muster. Screech time and then he stopped and rubbed gently until I composed myself. Then soft swats that got harder and harder until I was grunting and groaning constantly and tears were beginning to flow. He kept the spanking at that level, just below total agony but hurting like hell. Even though I didn't call it punishment when we started it was doing a damn good imitation. Any naughty little girl would definitely think twice about doing whatever she did to deserve a punishment like this. I would've apologized for anything and promised never to do it again if there was anything to apologize for. All I could do was stay on his lap and cry. The first part was getting difficult but his free hand kept me steady and as for the second part, that was easy and the floor under my face was getting soaked.
There was no comforting rubbing when he was through. I was immediately sent to my feet with hands on head and bottom blazing. He put the chair back in its usual place and came over to me. He kissed my neck and said, "You're wonderful. Come with me and lets see what we can do to make your bright red bottom feel a little better."
He put me face down on my bed and applied the cool washcloth and soothing lotion. It felt very good and I especially liked it when he said, "It's quite red but will fade soon. What's more, there's no bruises like there were last time. The belt left a lot of welts that took a few days to disappear too and as much as I like whipping you with the riding crop I'll wait until the four of us are together again."
I sighed because his actions and his words were so soothing. Unfortunately, he wasn't done passing out words. He continued, "I'm still going to spank you tonight but slightly differently. The spanking itself will be like the one I just gave you. As long as it's just the two of us that's the way I'll always spank you. The difference is that unlike this morning, you're not going to be over my lap. We're going to try a hand spanking while you're tied to the couch. You're so inviting for some after-spank sex when you're positioned like that."
I sighed again as I accepted the fact that the day included more discomfort on my bottom but mentally shrugged. I had already resigned myself to a session with the riding crop and this was not going to be as bad as it could've been. Besides, the things his hands were doing were very distracting. He was still rubbing the lotion on so I moved my legs apart and said, "Rub a little lower. I'm just about in the mood for a little after-spanking sex right now."
He did, I was and we did. First in the old missionary position but that was too uncomfortable when my sore rear contacted the mattress and then we rolled over so I could be on top for a wild ride.
After supper that night he took me to my room and had me pull my pants down so I could look at my rear end in the mirror. All the redness was gone and it was back to its pure white shade. He asked if it still hurt and I said it didn't. He gave me a swat and I jumped. He actually laughed and I coyly admitted that it still stung a little. He said, "In that case I won't spank you too hard. Pull your pants up and go to the living room corner. I'll bring the cuffs and things."
I looked at him and said, "Remember, no crop or anything. Just your hand."
He nodded and replied, "That's right but you will be tied to the couch."
I smiled and added, "In the perfect position for any passing ravisher to take unfair advantage of me."
He kissed me and gave my bottom another small swat to get me headed in the right direction.
It felt really strange to be in the corner and not hear any music. While it was different it didn't go too far in making me nice and comfortable. I knew it wouldn't be long before the usual result of my standing here was going to happen. Just a spanking he said but I knew him better than that. Once he had me tied on the couch he was going to light a fire on my backside. Still I had to smile when I thought about what he planned to do with his helpless captive afterwards.
I kept my nose to the wall when he arrived and moved the couch. Then I waited for a long time and almost thought he left the room. He probably wouldn't spank me any more than what he had planned if I took a peek but I decided to play the naughty girl game. I did my best dejected stance as I leaned my head against the wall and even gave a few `I'm feeling sorry for myself' sniffles'. That got a chuckle from him and he said, "OK. That's enough waiting. Come here."
He was waiting next to the couch where he proceeded to take my pants and panties off. The rest of my clothes stayed on as he made me and the couch one inseparable object. Just like his morning spanking he eschewed the use of a gag which was some comfort to me. At least he wasn't going to hit extremely hard but he had already promised me that much. One thing he did which surprised me was to put something over my eyes. There isn't much to look at when you're face down and tied as I was but losing all sight was very strange. It added a new dimension to my helplessness as I waited what seemed an exceptionally long time for him to start. The waiting was bad enough but the blindfold also seemed to amplify even the lightest swats.
There were many of those interspersed with harder ones. Because of the state of my bottom from this morning it didn't take long to rise to the very uncomfortable level and then up to the `Oh my gosh it really hurts' stage. I can sound stoic about enduring whatever I get when I'm unable to prevent it but that doesn't mean I don't struggle and plead for it to stop. Of course, normally the pleading comes out as muffled grunts but tonight I had the opportunity to clearly(?) express my wish for cessation. Either way, it didn't do any good. But at least this time I knew he heard me and he said, "Not yet sweetheart. I want your bottom to be red hot so your friendly ravisher can feel it against him in a little while."
In desperation I pointed out that he only pulled his zipper down to extract the ravishing tool and wouldn't feel anything through his pants anyway so adding more heat was a pointless exercise. I should say that my little speech took a lot longer than the words suggest. Try adding grunts, groans, moans, cries, light yelps and the like between the words and you get a better idea of how I sounded. Be that as it may he refuted my argument by announcing that while I was waiting for him to begin he had divested himself of his clothing so was fully prepared to ravish and feel my hot skin against his at the same time. Um, his little speech was also interrupted by the same sorts of noises that mine was but it was me adding the extra sound effects since his hand didn't stop spanking while he spoke. Notice how calmly I can tell you about this? Believe me, there was nothing calm about the way I felt.
My bottom was on fire and then he changed tactics. One hand kept the sting from fading while the other went to work a little lower. When I got spanked or whipped before I was not feeling terribly sexy until it was over but now he was getting two fires going. I was struggling and straining to avoid the hand spanking me while trying to raise my bottom for more of the other hand's attention. He kept me in that balance between two sensations and slowly let it shift to the more pleasurable one. Not that he stopped spanking but with a little less force so I could concentrate on the orgasm I couldn't prevent. As soon as it started he spanked harder but it didn't stop the explosive effects of my climax. I collapsed and the first indication that the spanking was over was that familiar hard object seeking entrance. I, um, have to admit he didn't need to do anything with his fingers to bring out the necessary lubrication. He had no trouble plowing right in. I won't say his thighs slamming against mine wasn't almost painful but it was much different to feel his smooth skin as opposed to the usual roughness of jeans and zipper. I was barely over my last peak and he sent me up that marvelous mountain again. Did I mention plural orgasms last time he had me like this? Double that and you'll understand why I was too exhausted to stand on my own when he released me.
He carried me to his bed where he did the washcloth and lotion thing and I don't know what he did after that because I was fast asleep.
The rest of the summer was pretty much like that. Lots of snuggling, petting, lovemaking and spanking. His new method meant I could recover in a day or two and be adorably white and pure for the next one sooner than if he used one of the implements in the box. I don't mean to say that he spanked me all the time. Just once or twice a week and some of them were just to warm me up a bit. He saved the long drawn out ones for the weekend and there were more than a few times I had to place my sizzling rear end on a sandpaper covered seat.
When the summer ended we had to move out of the old apartment and said our tearful good- byes. Two days later he called and said, "I can't live without you. Marry me."
I said, "Yes."
As we were making arrangements for the wedding the subject of the Beethoven group came up. Did we still want to get together with the other guys? I think both of us were afraid to give an honest opinion but eventually we decided that we would. There was no doubt my true love could keep my bottom from getting bored but there were times when I needed more. I wanted them to humiliate and punish me the way they did when we were in college. He smiled when I reminded him that he once said he didn't want to use the crop or any of the other things unless the four of us were together. This would give him his chance to do that. The other question was whether he would consider me unfaithful if I allowed them to use me sexually. He smiled again and said, "Normally I'd be upset if you had an affair but not under those circumstances. I'll let them know I don't mind if they have their fun with my wife and we'll make it a practice for you to say you're freely surrendering all rights to your body to all of us. After that you'll do what you're told and basically, you won't have any choice in the matter. You will service all of us in whatever way we wish whether you like it or not."
Sounds pretty severe doesn't it? Maybe it was but not to me. He gave me leave to shed all my clothes and any inhibitions with them and be nothing more than a sex object to be used and abused by three men. I kissed him in a way that got us both into bed and after some good sweaty sex I said, "There's one little thing. Once we're married I will honor the ring you give me but on those nights I want you to hold it for me."
He agreed.
It was one month after we returned from our honeymoon that we had the first after-college meeting of old friends and Beethoven. It took more than a week for my adorable bottom to appear unscathed, pure, white and so much in need of a strong hand to turn it a deep red all over. He gave me another couple of days before he saw to that.
What can I say? I love this guy.
Life is good.
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