Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“I want you to tighten them both at the same time,” Greg explained. “I’ll tell you when to stop. You see, Mrs. C. here is often a very bad girl, and she requires frequent punishment. One thing she always begs me to do is to punish her nipples, so this was why I thought the clamps might be a good idea,” Greg improvised. By this time, Sara had reached up and was starting to slowly turn the screws on the clamps. Greg watched in fascination, as the clamps slowly closed on the nipples, causing the tips to become engorged with blood. The tighter they got, the more agonized the look on Mrs. C’s face became. By this time, Sara was transfixed on Mrs. C’s face, watching the discomfort, and eventually pain, she was causing her. But to my amazement, she never stopped turning the screws.

Once Mrs. C. began to mewl in pain, Greg told Sara she could stop tightening the clamps. He almost chuckled out loud when he saw the look of disappointment pass over Sara’s face. At this point, it was quite obvious to him that Sara was in to women, and that she was enjoying dominating Mrs. C. “Alright, I want you to lead Mrs. C. around the store, like the little whore that she is.” Greg’s words again startled Sara, but without any further encouragement from him, she grabbed the dangling chain and began walking about the store, giving them a tug, every now and then, to keep Mrs. C. on her toes. “Go ahead and call her ‘whore’, Sara. She likes being called that.”

This had Sara practically skipping through the aisles, as she now began to coax Mrs. C. around the store like she was a dog. “Come on whore, follow me. Stay close, whore.”

Finally she reluctantly led Mrs. C. back to where Greg had been standing and stood there holding the chain, waiting for his next cue.

“Is there anything else you’d like for your whore?” she asked expectantly.

It was quite obvious Sara was in to this whole scene, and would be a willing participant to whatever Greg had planned. “Now that you mention it Sara, there is,” he calmly replied. “I find myself needing to spank my whore often, and I really don’t have the proper tools for the job. Do you have anything here for that?”

“Definitely,” she replied in a breathless voice. Still holding the chain, she led them over to a display case against the far wall. In it were numerous implements, ranging from whips to paddles.

“Wow! That is quite the selection. Again, I have to beg ignorance here Sara. I’ve never used any of this stuff. Would you mind indulging me a bit more?” Greg asked as innocently as possible.

With no hesitation, she quickly replied in the affirmative.

Pretending ignorance, Greg pointed to a small wooden paddle, resembling a ping pong paddle, and said, “How about that one?”

Finally dropping the chain, she reached into the case, pulled out the paddle, and held it out for Greg.

Shaking his head, he said, “Oh no, not me. I’m not sure how to use it. Would you mind showing me how it’s used?”

At this, Sara practically licked her lips in anticipation. “Sure,” was her only response.

“Whore, take your skirt off. Sara has very generously agreed to teach us how to use these things,” Greg ordered.

“Yes sir,” she replied shakily and, with one fluid movement, stepped out of her skirt and was once again holding it out to him.

Taking the skirt and hanging it with her blouse, Greg instructed, “Bend over and grab your ankles whore. Spread your feet apart. Wider.” When she was suitably presented with her legs spread wide, opening up her newly shaven pussy and ass to both Greg and Sara, he added, “Now, do not release those ankles under any circumstances. Is that clear whore?”

Mrs. C. nodded her head, as she hung upside down and mumbled a meek, “yes Sir.”

“I’m sure you realize what the consequences will be should you move,” Greg added for good measure. Turning to Sara, he instructed, “Go ahead and show me how to use that. I want you to hit her ass as hard as you can. I’ll tell you when to stop. Would that be alright?” Greg asked.

Nodding her head yes, she stepped up to Mrs. C.’s ass, and taking aim, brought the paddle down hard on her left cheek.

CRACK

The sound reverberated around the store. Greg needn’t have worried about Sara holding back either, since it was quite evident she put everything into it. The force of the blow was almost enough to topple Mrs. C. Mrs. C. realized that, in order to not lose her balance, she would actually have to push back against the blow. This went against every fiber of her being, which just wanted to get away from the blow, not move towards it.

CRACK

CRACK

Sara continued her assault on Mrs. C’s ass, alternating the blows to each cheek. In no time at all, both cheeks were completely red.

“Ok, that’s enough,” Greg finally said, after Sara had landed approximately 5 blows to each cheek. “What about that one, now?” Greg asked pointing to a leather cat-o-nine-tails.

Sara, now out of breath, simply put the paddle down, and quickly picked up the next device. No encouragement was needed from Greg, as she began laying in to Mrs. C.’s already reddened ass.

After another 10 blows from the cat-o-nine-tails, which left multiple red streaks across her ass, Greg again stopped Sara and pointed to the next implement. This one was a thin white cane.

Sara swished the cane through the air several times, before taking careful aim. As the cane made contact across both cheeks simultaneously, it sounded vaguely like the sound a bow makes when an arrow was fired.

THWACK

A god-awful shriek erupted from Mrs. C., as an angry red welt appeared where the cane had made contact. Tears were flowing freely now as Mrs. C. practically danced on the spot in pain. To her credit, she didn’t let go of her ankles, but Greg could see she wouldn’t be able to take much more from the cane.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just one more with the cane will do, Sara,” he instructed.

Without even thinking about it, Sara replied, “yes Sir,” and then brought the cane down across Mrs. C’s ass once more.

Another THWACK followed by a blood-curdling scream.

“Ok, just one more device I want you to demonstrate for me Sara.” Greg pointed to a medium sized leather crop, which appeared to have a good amount of flex in its shaft.