I am not stupid enough to believe the men and women I thrash are always guilty, and for some their only crime is having a nice arse. This one is an adulteress and thoroughly deserves the shame and pain of a public birching across her bared buttocks, but I suspect the second women waiting for my attention is probably innocent.
I am only human and sometimes fancy a young woman I am called on to discipline. The young woman watching and waiting her turn is one such person and I would prefer to fuck her or have her sweet mouth fellate me. Unfortunately, that is not to be, although I suspect she would like to be given the choice.
***
I am the plump lady in the corner who has been desperately frigging herself as she watches the spectacle.
I have no pity for this slut. There is little better than watching a well-deserved flogging. I’m told she’s getting this for sleeping with another woman’s husband. Judging by her screams she won’t be happy to use her cunt on a married man for some time if ever again.
That one over there, with the big pale flabby arse, could easily take more and is going to mark up well. I hope she’s a screamer.
***
I am myself.
Despite my recent orgasm my cunt continues to tingle as the punishment continues. I cannot control my need and once again I reach down between my legs.
And the birch rod continues to bite into the soft female flesh. With each stroke her arse reddens further and trembles and quivers, the birch twigs fly, and her cries get louder. After ten strokes the first birch is used up and a fresh birch is selected. And shortly the punishment starts again. Ten times more the rod bites into her bottom.
The executioner is an expert. He applies the tip of the birch to the top and bottom of each bum cheek and no part of her posterior is unmarked, and her buttocks are now burning hot, swollen and a deep crimson red.
My eyes are drawn to the metal canister where the two remaining birch rods stand steeping in salt water and despite my arousal I stare wide eyed at the long cruel rods that will soon be used to thrash me so effectively. Involuntarily I reach behind and hold my soft unblemished bum cheeks in my hands, and I wonder how long they will take to heal following the executioners attentions.
***
And then I am the victim again. The punishment is over. My arse is on fire, and I am bathed in sweat. But I continue to scream and am aware of a growing pleasure between my legs.
***
5. Reality
Now I am back in my bed. It is MY arse that burns, MY body that sweats, and MY cunt and clit that are still craving further sexual release. It is MY voice that screams, but it is from desire and ecstasy, and not from pain.
My boyfriend is now rock hard, and I know his long thick penis will very soon pierce me again, but first I must have what I want. His fingers have kept me on the edge but now I need his tongue. I straddle and face sit him, and then take him in my hand and mouth and we perform soixante neuf. And as I wank his bone-hard prick he licks my sex and sucks my clitoris, and I am in ecstasy as I roughly tug on his member. Soon I can take no more, and whilst I grip his penis in my fist, unrestrained by the gaze of the judge, I experience a further body shaking orgasm and I scream with the pleasure of it.
He gazes across at me as we lie together. His erection now demands attention, but first he speaks. His voice is thick with desire.
“Your fantasy isn’t finished. You didn’t get the birching to which you were sentenced. Don’t think for a minute you’ve escaped. You’ve the mind of a slut, you richly deserve your punishment, and the moment your bum is better I’m going to deliver it. I’m going to tie you down on this very bed. You’ll be stripped bare and spread eagled with your ass raised by pillows under your belly and then you’ll get what’s coming. Twenty of the birch on your plump arse.”
And for several moments I watch him savour the thought whilst, despite myself, I shiver with anticipation.
Until he turns me over on my belly, places two pillows to raise my bum, and quickly and efficiently binds my wrists to the top corners of the bed with two of his silk ties.
“But first I’m going to fuck you sore.”
And then I feel him slowly enter my love tunnel from behind. I am sopping wet and take him inside with ease. He is more turned on than I can remember, and he takes me like a stallion. His penis bangs hard against my cervix as he penetrates deep inside me, and for long minutes he pounds me. I sense his need as he slowly climbs to his climax and know his thoughts are no longer of me and he is driven by his own animalistic pleasure. But I am beyond foreplay and as he fucks me I noisily climax over and over again, and I struggle against the bindings that hold my arms outstretched, and my swollen and well- marked bum gyrates under him. It is this which finally takes him over the edge…
“Oh Fuuuck!”
and he ejaculates what little cum he has left inside of me. For now, I have emptied him.
The End
6. Postscript
And now I will tell the “truth.” Nearly everything I have written above of is a fantasy. I have constructed a fantasy within a fantasy. I believe that in 1908 Sigmund Freud wrote that “the most powerful sex organ is the mind” and this is undoubtably true.
For as long as I can remember I have fantasised about being fucked by a man with a large penis and I prefer them to be uncut. I love to slowly wank an uncut cock using just my thumb and adjacent fingers and watch the large mushroom head appear and disappear as I slide the foreskin back and forth. I adore the feeling of power and control that I feel at the moment when the penile shaft pulses, and as I fully retract the skin the swollen blue or purple glans pumps semen in an arc through the air whilst my man groans with pleasure.