Reality or Fantasy.
1. Reality
I am in bed with my boyfriend. We are both naked and are lying side by side. My legs are splayed as he gently fingers my moist cleft and my swollen clitoris. In return I firmly grip his hard erect penis and slowly slide hide his foreskin back and forth over the purple engorged mushroom that is his glans.
“I hope that hurt,” he says.
And I do not need to be reminded of the sound caning I received just an hour earlier when I lay naked over the armchair in the lounge, and he administered eighteen full strength strokes of the cane to my ass. The residual pain is constant and burning, and my flesh is swollen and ridged. As I writhe under the ministrations of his fingers and my tender posterior moves against the mattress the pain intensifies, but this only fuels my passion and intensifies my ecstasy and my need.
He had caught me playing with myself and inevitably my punishment had followed close afterwards. He had stood over me as I lay in bed and ordered me to come downstairs. When I arrived in the lounge I saw that he had moved the armchair to the centre of the room and had pushed the coffee table and settee against the wall to create a wide space to swing the strap and rod.
He is unashamedly a sexual sadist, a ying to my yang, and when I entered the room his arousal was already apparent. He had stripped to his underpants which were bulging from his erection, and he held the heavy leather punishment strap in both hands. He had made me face him.
“You know the rules.”
“I hope It was worth it.”
“When I say so, you will bend over with your head down and bottom up. If you move to get up or hold your ass you’ll get extra.”
And as he held the strap in one hand he pulled down his underpants with the other hand and then stepped out of them. No longer confined to his pants I could see his long thick uncut penis was hard and erect and I knew I could expect no mercy as he stood naked facing me.
His need to inflict pain is as strong as my need and willingness to receive it, even though the pain of the strap is awful, and that of the cane beyond that.
He looked at me and motioned for me to lie over the armchair and I did as instructed. Without being told to, I lay with my legs spread. This exposed my shaved labia to his gaze and despite the agony of the process I knew I would be wet and dripping by the end of the beating I was about to experience.
He made me wait before he struck. When he did, the leather cracked loudly across my bum cheeks and was followed quickly by a familiar burning pain. As the pain peaked and started to recede he brought the strap crashing down again, and as pain built on pain I shrieked.
“Owww!”
When the strap swept down and across and cracked for a third time I shouted even louder.
“Please Nooo!”
It was useless, and as I pleaded and cried out, he struck nine more times before he was satisfied, and by the time he had finished I was sobbing, blubbering, and vainly pleading for mercy.
I knew that his cruelty belied a kindness. He was not finished with me and had been warming me up before the application of the cane; a yard long, three quarter inch thick, dense, and flexible bamboo rod. I had felt its kiss before, and as I lay gently sobbing, I ambivalently both dreaded and yearned to feel it across my bum once more.
I didn’t have long to wait. I felt a gentle tapping, then heard a whistling before the rod struck. A fraction of a second after impact the awful agonising burning pain which is caused by the impact of cane on flesh followed and rose to a peak within a few seconds before slowly receding. Before the pain had become barely tolerable I heard the whistling once again, and for the second time the rod sliced hard and deep into the soft plumpness of my buttocks. The pain was excruciating, and it took all my strength not to stand up.
He must have noticed my difficulty in remaining in position and wordlessly passed a rope under the chair and tied my wrists tight before starting in again. As I strained against the rope, my ass writhed after each well aimed stroke. First he worked his way up and down my bum cheeks applying parallel stripes, but the last six strokes were slowly and deliberately overlaid with the tip applied to the same area of my right bum cheek.
I yelled and cried throughout. I begged him to stop and told him I could take no more, but he was resolute and pitiless. Whilst my thrashing progressed my entire universe was centred on the damage being inflicted to my buttocks and the all-consuming pain being inflicted upon them, until I slowly became aware of the world around me once more. Although I was conscious of a severe burning across my backside, I was able to notice the chafing of the rope on my wrists, the sweat covering my entire body, and then the tingling sensation and moistness between my legs. My “correction” was over.
I sensed him behind me and then felt his penis head slide between my cunt lips and he slid the full length of his penis inside me. He is longer and thicker than average, maybe 7 inches long when fully erect, and in the doggy position he fills and stretches me.
He was not gentle, but I didn’t want him to be. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slapping as his pelvis knocked against my tortured arse. I didn’t care. My vagina and clitoris had now become the new centre of my universe. As I screamed and moaned in ecstasy my vagina clamped down around him gripping him tight and I came. I do not know how often I climaxed as he fucked me but in the end when my climax was continuous I heard him loudly groan and felt his shaft spasm as he spurted cum deep within me.
And so we now lie together in bed. I am in the warm afterglow of a soundly delivered bare bum caning made better by a subsequent thorough fucking to multiple orgasms. My buttocks burn and ache, but my vagina and clitoris are ready for more.
I do not love my boyfriend and I do not believe he loves me. He loves to discipline my plump arse and he loves to fuck my ample and big titted body. I have a deep psychological need for my arse to be disciplined. I do not understand from where this deep rooted need for my bare arse to be severely punished comes from. It has been part of my psyche for as long as I can remember and I no longer question it, I also love sex and furthermore I am a very good fuck with very few inhibitions. I am a total “cum slut” and can orgasm multiple times in a session. He has a large penis and whilst it may be true “it’s not how big you are…” or “size doesn’t matter,” big dicks turn me on, and I love to feel full. For now we are well suited.
I roll over and kneel next to him. As he continues to finger me I take his penis head into my mouth and slowly masturbate his shaft with three fingers and my thumb. For long minutes I keep him on edge as he gently moans until finally he can take no more and as his pelvis bucks he ejaculates, and I taste his salty seed and swallow.