She was alone on the mattress when her mind cleared. A man was sitting on a chair next to the mattress. He was smiling at her.
“Do you want to find out if you can cum from just pain?” he asked pleasantly. “You have played with pain to take you higher. Do you want to find out if you can go high just from pain play?”
When she stared back at him blankly, he added, “You don’t have to say yes or no. If you don’t want to find out, just lay there. But if you want to find out if pain alone can fuck your brains out, then come here and lay over my lap.”
Juliana found herself rising from the mattress and taking the few steps over to where the man was sitting. He guided her slowly over his lap.
“We don’t want you trying to stop the spanks, do we?” he said as he gently pulled her arms behind her back and wound a soft cloth around them so they were trapped with her arms bent and her hands against the opposite arm.
The refined woman with the soft voice and the golden bells knelt in front of her. “These will help,” she said with a smile as she held up two silver bells. The bells were hanging from a strange kind of clamp. The woman squeezed the center of one of the clamps and it opened. Then she reached down and carefully attached the clamp to Juliana’s right nipple. It pinched hard, but did not bite as much as the plastic clothespins.
Juliana quickly looked up at the second bell. The clamp was slightly padded by a rubber coating. The woman quickly attached the second clamp to Juliana’s left nipple. Then she tugged slightly on both clamps.
“That helps set the clamps,” the woman said. “If you don’t do that, a butterfly clamp can slip off, but once it is set pulling on it only makes it hold tighter.”
She laughed slightly and the tapped one of the bells with her fingertip. The bell rang melodiously.
The man now patted her ass lightly with his hand and said, “I will warm you up with my hand and then switch to a leather paddle and then a drilled wooden one.”
The first smacks were rather soft and Juliana lay docilely across his lap. Then the spanks became harder and harder and harder. She started flailing her legs and calling out “Ow, ow, ow,” with each stroke.
The flailing of her legs caused her whole body to rock up and down and the bells on her nipples began ringing out with each smack. As the bells swung back and forth, they tugged painfully on her nipples.
She was almost ready to call out, “Please stop!” when something changed. The spanks were just as hard, but they weren’t hurting as much. And the pulling of the nipple clamps was no longer painful. There was still pain, but there was something under the pain. It wasn’t pleasure… not really, but it was no longer pain. And then the something under the pain began to morph into the familiar sexual fire which she now craved.
“Let’s move this up a notch, shall we?” the man said pleasantly. The loud “Smack!” of his hand striking her ass cheeks now became a very loud “Thwack!” as the leather paddle slammed into her ass.
She screamed. But it wasn’t in pain. It was a mixture of surprise and need. The pain was taking her higher and she wanted it to continue. She wanted to go higher. She wanted her mind to once again explode.
But the explosion did not come. Not yet. She continued to go higher and higher. She was screaming and flailing her legs but at the same time she was calling out, “More. More. More.”
“You asked for it,” the man said with a chuckle.
The loud “Thwack!” of the wooden paddle striking her ass cheeks was almost the same as the sound of the leather paddle, but the wooden paddle was much longer and struck across both ass cheeks at the same time. And the wooden paddle made a strange swishing sound as it moved through the air toward her ass.
That swishing sound was caused by the dozen one inch holes drilled in the wood. With those holes, there was no cushion of air to soften the blow of the paddle. And beyond that, the area of her ass cheek within the open circle almost immediately became a red welt. The man swung again and again and again and her ass cheeks became dotted with red circular welts. As he continued, more welts sprang up on her ass while at the same time, the wood of the paddle slammed into the welts created by previous strokes. It was as if her entire body was on fire.
The spanking stopped. She squirmed and whimpered on the man’s lap. “Please, please, please,” she begged.
The woman was again kneeling before her. She was holding the bells tightly in her hands. She nodded at the man who was holding the wooden paddle high above his head.
The man laughed and brought the paddle down one last time with all of his strength. Juliana screamed as the intense pain overwhelmed her body. She arched her back painfully pulling the clamps off of both of her nipples. She managed to take one giant gulp of air into her lungs before her mind exploded one last time and everything went black.
Juliana awoke in her own bed. “What a dream,” she said, slowly shaking her head. She very slowly pushed herself up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She was sore all over. A loud yelp escaped her lips as she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Hanging from each breast by a silver hoop which pierced her nipple was a bright silver bell.
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