1. The Meeting


    Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    notch. “Each one will be harder than the last, but if you take all of them, you will be forgiven.” Five? Five what? I could take five, couldn’t I? You wouldn’t be doing this to me if you thought I couldn’t handle it, I was mostly sure of that. And five didn’t seem like a great deal to endure, even if I didn’t know yet what the five was going to be. The first blow was sharp and quick, landing directly on my delicate clit. I squealed, half raising off the table in pain. You had struck the most sensitive point on my body, the place that I treasured above all others. My very core. You caressed my clit with the side of the crop, drawing gasps and moans as the pain was soothed away and replaced with renewed pleasure. I could feel my flesh swell more, forgetting the agony it had so recently endured. Another strike, a little harder than the first. I jumped fast, snapping my legs closed. That was more than I was anticipating, and it was only the second. That hurt. Not the sensual, erotic pain I was accustomed to, transmuted into pleasure through adrenaline. This was pain. You waited patiently while I gained some semblance of composure, until I was able to turn my legs to their wide-open spread. I gritted my teeth, waiting, anticipating the next blow, willing the sharp misery to convert to pleasure. You took your time, savoring my fear. Running the crop up one leg, down the other, back again. Across my stomach. Walking around to the side of the table as you ran the leather along my ...
    skin. A sharp swish knocked one of the clothespins off and I yelped, having been focused more on the hot ache between my thighs. Without pause you swatted the other clothespin off, leaving two deep pink nipples, throbbing as the circulation began to return. My eyes closed of their own accord. I was too overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through my body and your near-silent presence. My mind was in a vortex of colliding sensation and fear, with only a few coherent thoughts rising to the surface. I felt you move away, back down to the end again. I braced as much as I could, knowing how much worse this was going to be. I heard the sharp swish before the leather struck my flesh again, bringing more intense pain than I had ever felt. I squealed again, rolling onto my side to escape the hot burning agony, tears welling in my eyes. That was three. There was no way I could withstand two more. I just couldn’t. You must have sensed that I was close to breaking. I heard the riding crop thud on the table, felt you move to stand beside me. Your hands were tender against my skin as you stroked my arm and back, caressing and soothing. You gently rolled me back over, stroking my hair and face, calming me. I didn’t want to look at you, fearing that I would see what I felt: my failure. I had wanted so urgently to please you and I dreaded I had been a disappointment. I couldn’t even handle my first punishment. Your hands continued to stroke me, rubbing down my arms, stomach, even the space ...
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