“No, you can’t,” she almost wailed. “My arse is so sore.”
“You sound like you think you have a choice in this,” Rob said. “Don’t worry; this will hurt a lot, but will not last that long.”
Tammy closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, her arousal raising again. There was another swish, but there was no contact. Then, she felt the cane placed on her cheeks, down low, where the previous slapping had not really connected. There was a swish and then a crack, as the cane slapped against the bottom of her cheeks. She yelped, “FUCK! Fuck you, Rob!” The pain was worse than anything she had felt so far; it seared across her bottom. Rob seemed to ignore her, and placed the cane again, a little higher, the swish came and pain roared through her cheeks again, and she cried out in a sound that was as much a sob as anything else, “Jesus fucking Christ, please stop!”
Again, Rob ignored her and placed the cane just a little higher. As he tapped gently at her cheeks, Tammy whimpered, “Please don’t, please, I can’t take that.” She sounded pathetic, even to herself. Worse there was a part of her brain screaming at her, “Take it, bitch. You deserve this. You want this. You are such a slut. You will brag about this one day.” She knew that voice was right; she would brag about it. But then the swish came again, and she just sobbed as the pain in her cheeks overwhelmed her.
It was several moments before she realised that the gentle tap that happened before the cane was not coming again. She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to compose herself again.
“Back with us?” Rob asked. “Because I really don’t want you to miss the next bit.”
Tammy stayed quiet, a combination of not wanting to annoy him, and not having the energy. With her head lying flat on the table, turned to the right, where she watched as Alan was filming, she heard Rob move. Then the tip of the cane pressed against her left pussy lip. It pressed into the length of it from just below her clit. Then a series of taps from the cane landed on her lip. It stung. Not like her arse, but there was a definite buzz from her lip now. The cane moved away, and Rob bounced the Butt Plug about. With everything going on, she had forgotten it was there. There was too much pain to notice something that was just uncomfortable. Tammy had little time to think about that as the cane was pressed against her right lip, and the taps started again, getting harder and harder. The buzz turned to pain, and she started whispering, “Owh, owh, owh,” with each tap, that was now more of a slap. She could almost feel her lip burning; it must be scarlet! Rob switched back to the left lip and tapped again, getting harder. The, “Owh,” continued as he did, and quickly the left lip started to burn like the right. When it stopped, she let out a sigh. Not a contented one, but of relief. She was not sure what else they had planned, but she was not sure her body could take much more.
Rob walked back into her field of view. His cock was rock-hard still. Harder, if anything. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked in a sarcastic voice.
“Fuck you. You know this is not what I wanted.” Her voice betrayed her, screaming that she did.
Rob walked toward her, and she thought he was going to stick his cock in her mouth. She was debating if she should bite it, but he didn’t. His hand found her cunt, and she was staring at his cock not 5 inches from her head, as he played with her. The sting on her lips hurt as he rubbed them, and she flinched.
“Does that hurt?” Rob said, “I think I need to relieve that pain.” He walked away and she heard the fridge open, then some noise, then he returned. When he returned, she realised it was not the fridge but the freezer; ice cubes ran up and down her lips. The cold burned, but the sting did feel better. For a good 90 seconds he ran the ice up and down her lips, and they started to go numb. Then just as suddenly as it had started, they were gone. But it was for just a moment; then she felt 4 ice cubes being forced into her cunt, pushed up inside her, deeply. Tammy wanted to scream, that was so uncomfortable, but managed to hold it in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
Rob’s hand then moved to her clit, and started to circle it. He said, “If you push them out, your pussy lips get more punishment.”
She did not respond but stopped trying to tighten her muscles to push them out. The feeling was like nothing she had felt before; it was so cold, but burned a little too. She could not deny the discomfort, which she quite liked, as Rob started to work hard on her clit, teasing and exciting it. One thing she was sure of was she did not want to be spanked more. Her arse, and pussy lips, were so uncomfortable, painful even, with nothing being done to them. She loved the idea of being spanked and actually wanted to he spanked, probably on the lips again too. However, she was prepared to admit that she liked the idea and anticipation more than actually being spanked.
Despite everything that was going on that was causing her discomfort, Tammy moaned; Rob was talented, and was driving her arousal quickly. He just seemed to know when to press, when not to, when to tease it, and when to leave it for a moment. His cock was moving as he worked on her. A couple of times, it got much closer to her face, but the desire to bite was not what she thought about. She just wanted it inside her. That thought ran around and around in her head as her orgasm started to flourish. With muscles tightening, and her legs straining against the spreader bar, her tits ached with desire squashed against the table. Like earlier in the living room, he was pressing hard on her mons and she could feel that same pressure building. It was so intense, and she wondered briefly if the orgasm would be as strong, but a hard flick of her clit drew her attention away. Tammy knew she would be coming soon, and closed her eyes, her imagination filled with images of Alan’s and Rob’s cocks, filling her holes. It was coarse and completely unrefined as far as fantasies went, but then, so was today as a whole.
Rob pushed so hard on her mons that the table moved slightly, but it did not stop him or distract him. Her clit was squeezed between his fingers in a final blast of stimulation before she climaxed. Her entire body shook; it was like every inch of her insides was on fire, then she felt the same incredible release from her pussy and, as if it was away in a dream or another room, she heard a splash on the floor. Dimly aware that she had squirted again, she lost track of the world, her orgasm the only thing on which she could focus.
When Tammy opened her eyes, she had no idea how much time had passed. She thought back to when the strap first hit her cheeks, and that felt like a life ago. She searched for a clock, and found the one on the cooker. It said 14:02. Had she really been here almost 4 hours? The aches in her body suggested that she probably had.
“Welcome back to the land of the living; you were in a world of your own for a good 6 or 7 minutes! We didn’t want to start the next bit without you being fully involved and aware.” Rob again seemed gleeful. She wondered what on earth they could have planned that was worse than what had already happened. Just as she thought that, she felt the water from the ice that had been forced up her cunt dribble out; she was quite numb inside, but she was sure the ice had melted, thankfully.