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I woke up with Sarah nestled in my arms. She was like a cute, warm churchmouse. Having her close lifted my spirits, and I thanked the Universe for finally giving me a perfect woman. She was rapidly revealing a very kinky nature, which thrilled me.
“Darling, would you go to my closet and fetch any belt you like? I have a few.”
“You’re naked and not showered yet, Greg. Why do you need a belt?”
“It’s for you, Sarah. You’ll point your ass up, and we’ll get the day off to a cracking start.”
Her face lit up, and I saw the submissive, demure slutty girl come out to play as she leaped out of our bed. I was careful not to push Sarah too far, too quickly. Being the dominant partner in our relationship was a privilege granted by an overwhelmingly strong woman, and it was one I wouldn’t take for granted.
She spent time rummaging around, selecting the right belt, not wanting anything too thick, wide, or brand new. When she returned with a light, supple black leather strip, I flexed it and smiled at her.
“I approve of your choice.”
“Will you spank me frequently, Greg?”
“Will it help you if I do?”
“I want to be thrashed by you so much. My yearning for discipline and the lack of it has been a constant source of frustration throughout life. My father thrashed me a few times when I was a child, then gave up, declaring I enjoyed it too much.”
“How much do you enjoy a thrashing, sweetheart?”
Sarah kneeled beside the bed, flipping away our duvet. She withdrew a wet wipe tissue from the packet I kept beside the bed, peeled my foreskin, and cleaned the swelling head of my cock before tossing the tissue aside and sucking me off.
She worked my cock thoroughly, wanking swiftly with one hand while sucking the shaft almost to the extent her lips brushed against my pubic bush. Her dalliance came as a surprise, considering how much we’d fucked through the night. When my cock was rock solid, Sarah stood up, gathered all pillows and the duvet, cramming everything under her midriff when she kneeled, with her ass cheeks hanging off the edge of our bed.
When she arched her back, presenting her ass cheeks for a beating, a glistening, drenched slit was ripe for fucking. I knew what must be done for the sake of her.
“Safeword, please?”
“Peaches, honey, but you won’t hear a peep out of me.”
“While I thrash you, please consider everything that angers you. Each time this belt raises another welt on your perfect ass cheeks, I want that negative energy to be released.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl. Don’t forget, I’ll be taking you to Cheaters Club soon, where I shall take your anal v-card on the stage for everyone to see.”
“What else have you in store for us?”
“You’ll find out.”
Fuck! I need to figure this out quickly.
I collected her panties from the night before off the floor, sniffed a sweet musk that had dried into the lace, then crammed them carefully into her mouth, enjoying the lewd moans and flared nostrils of my new slutty girlfriend.
“I’ll thrash, then fuck you, Sarah. Nod if you consent.”
“Mmm, hmm.”
It was as emphatic a nod as you could ever hope for, backed up by a naughty twinkle in her eye, bright scarlet flushed cheeks, and as much of a smile at the corners of her mouth as dampening, soiled panties would allow.
I flexed the belt, running it through my palm, ensuring no sharp edges, blemishes, or gnarls could catch or hurt my girlfriend excessively. I was not one for inflicting pain, but it was clear to me that some measure of discipline was essential for Sarah to reach a state of contentment.
{Stroke} - Smack!
Sarah winced and tensed up when the leather strap whipped through the air. I struck her lustrous, firm flesh perfectly square on, leaving a bright red welt like a flaming tongue across the base of her ass cheeks immediately above the crease where her delicious, silken thighs met.
“I’m no expert, but it might hurt more when you tense muscles.”
“Mmm, hmmm.”
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
I lay the strap across her back and ran my index finger along each welt, tracing my handiwork, enjoying how she wriggled like a naughty schoolgirl. I prised her ass cheeks apart and dipped a finger inside my girlfriend’s creamy slit, smelling before slathering the gooey, sticky cream inside each of her nostrils.
I picked up the belt again, took aim, and dealt with Sarah’s willfulness.
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
Sarah reeled in pain, so I backed off, worried I’d hurt her. I noticed her glowing ass cheeks were a series of welted tracks that crossed over and that she screamed muffled cries into a pillow. When my girlfriend raised her head, I saw her struggling to spit out her panties. I helped remove them, terrified I’d hurt her.
“Harder, please… I beg you, Greg.”
“Are you sure, baby? It seems like you are in pain.”
“No… I’m somewhere else… a happy place.”
“Okay, but I’m not gagging you anymore, just in case you want to end this.”
“Thank you, Greg. Thank you so very much.”
Sarah wriggled around desperately again, puffing like a steam train, getting comfortable while I lined up my next stroke, still dubious about sending it onto her cheeks harder.
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
“Harder, please harder, Greg, whip me to within an inch of my life… oh my god, I need this so much, Master.”
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
Her pussy leaked like a waterfall. The smell of her sex organs filled the room, wafting a primal syrupy musk up my nostrils, attacking any inhibitions I had, crushing them. I watched glistening beads of Sarah’s arousal muster on the tips of her swollen, oversized pussy lips before the teardrops gathered weight, drooling, then breaking off and dripping onto her sticky thighs.
I trapped a few rivulets of shame on her legs, gathered them onto my finger, sniffed, and then licked before sucking Sarah’s fuck nectar off my heavily coated fingers. I slid two fingers deep inside her pussy hole while she writhed in ecstasy. She clenched every muscle tight, squeezing my fingers as I circled them around, gathering more sticky mess.
She stared in amazement, furrowing her brow lasciviously when I plunged both fingers up my nostrils, coating my senses with her ambrosia.
Sarah grinned, blew me a kiss, then raised her ass cheeks higher, wiggling them temptingly from side to side.
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
I kept going in sets of five, noticing how she pressed her ass up high, proudly begging for more thrashing. A bright red mess of track marks with black and blue bruising underneath ran across her ass cheeks. I was convinced enough was enough, and I gave her five final strokes before ending the session.
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
“It’s enough, Sarah. I have to stop. We need healing cream and oil, perhaps a study into other forms of discipline. I can’t hurt you any longer until these injuries heal.”
“I could do this all day, Greg.”
“Your ass is well and truly welted, sweetheart.”
“Good. It will hurt for days when I sit, reminding me to be a good girl.”
My cock was rock hard, and desperate to fuck her soaking wet pussy hole. I gripped Sarah’s waist; she firmed up, pushed back, and I slid my cock, balls deep inside her tight, wet hole. I reached high on tiptoes, leaned in, and pressed my glans deep against her cervix, enjoying the squeezing pressure around my cock while I rocked back and forth inside her.
Sarah orgasmed immediately, involuntarily clenching hard, crushing my cock in a velvet vise so exquisitely sensual that it almost milked me dry in a single stroke. I held on to my cum and fucked her, spanking my balls off her thighs, slamming my cock deep inside her wanton, warm, sensual hole with stroke after immense stroke that made her cream every time my pubic bone struck her sore ass cheeks.
Sarah gripped the bedsheets with clawing fingers, dragging the elastic corners off our mattress while screaming and squirming like a whore bathing in a taboo ocean. Her ass slammed back into my pubis, taking my cock deep inside while every steady stroke elicited another whelp of her orgasmic delight.
When my cock twitched, and I felt my prostate eject the seed intended for Sarah’s womb, I gripped her ass cheeks and hauled her cunt onto my shaft.
“Oh fuck, Sarah!”
“Oh fuck indeed, boyfriend. Well done… that was fucking incredible.”
I slumped onto the bed beside my lover, who crawled into my arms, enjoying the warmth of our lovemaking and her beating. She seemed calm, and her body was relaxed, with gentleness apparent in her eyes.
“Are you sure that didn’t go too far, Sarah?”
“Not far enough. I got to nirvana but didn’t visit there long.”
“Nirvana?”
“When you beat me, at first it hurts, then my flesh numbs as the blood rushes in and warms me. After that comes an immense dopamine, endorphins, and cortisol release. I enter a transcendent state where my body relaxes, and all of the aggression, toxicity, and frustrations of my life are completely erased.”
“Do you mean similar to meditation?”
“For me, the comfort of your thrashing was more profound and long-lasting.”
“Did I hurt you, Sarah?”
“Not in a way you did me any harm. This is what I’ve always needed, Greg. Will you promise to give it to me again?”
“Yes, but I need your strength as well, Sarah.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that sweetheart. I’m no pushover.”
“Good.”
We showered and dressed before eating breakfast together. There was much to discuss, and I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I was pleased when Sarah took the lead.
“We can’t play like this with Jack around the house.”
“I agree. He’s too young to understand. Perhaps we limit our spanking fun to my house. Would you consider bringing more clothes here for nights you stay over?”
“Yes, I’ll do that, but you can still thrash me at my home if Jack is out.”
“What about Alice?”
“I may ask you to help my daughter.”
“Whoa, what do you mean?”
“She’s eighteen years old, Greg.”
“Right, but… you need to explain exactly what you mean here, Sarah.”
“Alice shares my nature. She needs a thrashing to balance her soul and has nobody to administer it.”
“We’re talking about your daughter, right?”
I wobbled on the kitchen stool, balancing a spoonful of cereal halfway from the bowl to my mouth. My nerves sparked, and fear took over as my flight response kicked in. My body felt alive, electrified, but I was terrified that somewhere, deep inside my soul, a spark of disgraceful arousal was lit.
“Alice needs discipline, not sex.”
“Are you seriously asking me to spank your daughter?”
“Alice has begged me for a thrashing, but I can’t do it. Her father never did either, and my Dad’s too old to handle her and never liked how much I enjoyed the palm of his hand.”
“Fuck! This is too weird, Sarah. Why is it even necessary? Alice is so well-behaved.”
“Yes, but it’s killing her when she tries to relax at night. She can’t sleep, feels angry, frustrated and unfocused.”
“And she thinks a thrashing will help?”
“She knows it will as I do because her symptoms are like mine. I’d rather a man she respects puts her over his knee than some stranger who doesn’t care for her.”
“I’m her guidance counselor at school.”
“Consider it homework for both of you.”
“Oh fuck… Sarah, this is so dangerous.”
“It’s not really. She needs to be spanked, consents to it, and you’re the perfect man to administer that.”
I swayed, intoxicated by the forbidden opportunity being thrust in my face. I loved Sarah and wanted no part in defiling her daughter, but that wasn’t what I was asked to do. I squeezed down my cock with two flattened palms feeling immense discomfort in my crotch.
“Okay. Where will you be while I get your daughter over my knee?”
“I won’t be in her bedroom. She wants privacy.”
“You’ve discussed this with her already?”
“Alice mentioned you frequently when this discussion came up. She’s begged for a thrashing for years. She says some of her friends have been getting that at home, not too painfully, but enough to shape a good girl.”
“And now I’m dating her Mom, I guess these conversations will likely escalate?”
“I know with absolute certainty she’ll ask me to ask you as soon as we go home.”
“Okay… hold on. When I do this, will Alice be fully clothed?”
“No. She wants to be spanked in her cheerleader uniform.”
“This is fucking wrong, sweetheart.”
“No, it isn’t. Spanking is therapeutic when done in the right way, consensually and carefully.”
“You’re going to tell me Alice wants me to spank her with panties down.”
“That’s strictly between you and her, Greg. I don’t want to interfere, but Alice is adamant she doesn’t want to be fucked.”
“Is she a virgin?”
“That’s another thing we don’t discuss. This isn’t about sex, Greg… she’s asking for help because the poor girl needs discipline to right her balance.”
“Yeah… I get it, but here’s the thing, Sarah. When I thrashed you, your pussy leaked hormones like your body craved insemination. You desperately wanted to be fucked.”
“It doesn’t mean the same thing in this case. Alice is younger, wilful, and uncomfortable with her balance. Why not focus on that rather than any arousal she might experience?”
“Okay. I’ll think about it.
“Can we talk with her together about this, please, Greg?”
“Umm, yeah… It will be the most bizarre parent-teacher session I ever did, but I’ll give it a go.”
“Well, drop me off at my place, and let’s do it. Jack isn’t at home.”
When I stood up, Sarah grinned when she saw an erection, tenting my pants. I felt wary, scared that she misjudged the situation or I’d misread it and that, at some point, Alice might reach a place where me fucking her was a logical next step.
Worryingly, I wasn’t sure I could resist or even wanted to.
Nice to see this one back! Going to be an interesting chat!😁
A wake up 'call to the wild' discipline I find confusing but I have read many folks like it. Strange but as Kate has said, 'the heart wants what the heart wants.' The conversation while eating cereal for breakfast makes for a very common feeling. (No poached eggs on toast.) It is scary to then extend it to her daughter who wants it done while wearing her cheerleader uniform (kink?) The next chapter may answer some serious questions.