How Did I Get Here?
After she’d asked about him cracking one off while she was out, she’d put him in bondage on the bed. So no wanking and now here he was.
How had he got here like this?
Melanie had caught him giving himself a self-strapping in the shed then she’d followed up by giving him six more to each hand then made him blow her. Then she’d quizzed him about his sessions and why he was in ‘training’ for the next one in a few days. This was a new Melanie. This was something so vastly new.
He now lay on the bed, straps wrapping his wrists, ankles and knees in bondage just as he’d described to Melanie. It felt delicious but so strange to be like this on the bed.
And he could still feel the sting in his hands from the strapping Melanie had given him in the morning. Plus she’d promised to give him more when she returned from shopping so the XH tawse was going to work them over again. And she’d promised more strokes than he was used to making him fear-tremble at the thought. He could feel the start of an erection as he lay strapped up tight on the bed.
But now as he lay on the bed he heard Melanie return early, not having driven off for her shopping expedition. Quickly she was in the bedroom again then he felt it, something cold was resting against his unblemished butt and he was sure it was made of leather.
Melanie had said something about training his butt, not just his hands for the upcoming session. So he knew what was coming.
Butt Training
“Just so you know I love you,” Melanie whispered into his ear. “I can’t have you going to your next session without your butt getting trained, same as your hands. That wouldn’t be fair.”
He felt the bed move a little as she had leaned down, then again when she stood.
The he heard it, the swish that followed with the crack he knew so well as his butt flared into instant deep sting.
“Yah,” he gasped, the word hardly getting out when the tawse, it really felt like that XH tawse, lashed down again prolonging that into an “ah ahhh,” as the sting got in. Damn but the XH tawse did sting on the butt when used with any force and Melanie sure was doing that.
Melanie gave him a crisp strapping from the tawse, cracking it down hard and fast, covering the whole of his butt then licking the tops of his thighs making him rear up even more in the pain.
Each stroke slammed down with the familiar high pitched crack, and each one made him gasp, “Ahh,” for a moment.
He tired to keep the gasps in, to not show how painful it was as he didn’t want Melanie to stop, yet he wanted her to stop because it hurt. But he didn’t want her to stop because getting a strapping like this really was a fantasy coming true.
“There,” she said as she lay the tawse down on him, then rubbed a hand over his blazing butt, then whispered into his ear, “Shopping time. I’m looking forward to getting back and doing that all over again.”
Butt and Hands Training Time Again
Melanie returned home; he heard the car door in the distance, then the door and her footsteps in the house as she did whatever she did.
He felt the excitement ramping up the longer he heard her walking around. He heard doors open then close, footsteps, things being moved until finally he heard her footsteps approaching.
Without saying a word, he felt Melanie take the tawse off his back then seconds later it returned at speed.
And So It Continues
The next day as he stripped off for his morning shower he looked, his butt was deeply streaked with welts from the tawse, then Melanie walked in.
‘Show me,’ she said then when he turned she looked then ran a hand over his butt. ‘Wow. I did that?'”
He turned then kissed her on the mouth, ran his hands up and down her body and stroked a breast and her butt at the same time as he deep kissed her. He knew what she liked, and this was getting there he hoped.
She put her hand down then felt his erection thickening so she pulled back and grabbed it hard. ‘It looks like this hasn’t suffered. Have your shower, I’m thinking its time for a repeat of yesterday morning. I could do with a nice hard come and you need to keep in training.’
With that she left him. In the shower with half a hard on, his butt stinging slightly and his hands feeling bruised but not red he has a quick wash as he thought about this new Melanie. She sure had changed. She’d always been kink averse but now she seemed to almost channel dominatrix.
Not only that, she’d never been keen on oral either giving or receiving. That seemed to be a thing of the past for the receiving side at least. Getting blown by Melanie was maybe not that far away he hoped as he stepped out and dried off. He sure could use a come as it had been a couple of days now and he was feeling the need.
Finishing Melanie Off Nicely
The morning tawsing happened after his shower as Melanie lived up to her word to keep him in training. All of a sudden it was not looking like the smartest thing he’d ever said to her.
He found himself kneeling at the end of the bed, his hands out and raised as Melanie stood in front of him with his XH tawse in her hands, running it through her hands absently as she looked at the image of submission kneeling before her.
‘I never ever thought I’d be into anyting like this,’ she said. Then, ‘And putting you into bondage yesterday was kind of fun. I liked buckling those straps.’ She smiled as she flopped the tawse onto his palm to leave it laying there so he felt the leather. “And blistering your butt with this was a surprise also. I kind of got into that also. Do you mind? Is it helping?’
‘Ah, Mel, it is really challenging. I loved the bondage, damn that was good and the tawse on the butt was challenging also. I’ve always wanted to give you head, I’ve always loved your pussy but I could use some relief too you know.’
Melanie smiled. She flicked the tase up the air then let it flop down again. iI watched some porn yesterday when you were in bondage and got some ideas. Apparently bondage and getting a strapping is not all that strange. As for you popping off, forget it till after your session.’
With that the tawse was raised then brought down at speed across his waiting palm. He gasped, shook the palm, then kept it out for the next which arrived seconds later, then the third only a few seconds after that. He was now gasping loudly, shaking his hand and it had gone quite red.
‘I think I’m getting better at this. It seems a lot easier than yesterday,’ Melanie said.
Then she laid on three more strokes so his hand was now bright red and shaking as he held it out hoping that six was the full tarif.
‘Change hands,’ she said. Then seconds later the tawse was flopped on that as yet unblemished palm.
Then the procedure was repeated. She gave him three scorchers, then she looked down at her work and smiled, ‘I really am getting good at this aren’t I?’
‘Christ Melanie,” hge said, ‘you have no idea how that stings. Maybe you should try a few on the palms?;
Melanie smiled then laughed for a moment, ‘I don’t think so. Three more.’
Witht hat she applpied the final three, he hoped, of scrochers across the palm bringing it to incandescent heat and making it sting like the very devil had been at it.
She’d used the tawse hard, extra hard and now it was drawing to an end she was feeling disappointed. “I really don’t think six of the best to each wanking hand is enough, you know. I think we should go for a dozen to each. We did that yesterday. Tomorrow morning will be an ideal time to start that properly.”
She ran the tawse through her hands a few times as she looked at the bright red and shaking palm in front of her.
‘I really never though I’d get into anything like this, I keepo saying it, but uyou know, it is pulling me in,’ she said.
She smiled down at him, ‘But after yesterday it has become something I’m finding I’m quite looking forward to.’
With that she flicked the tawse up ikn the air again, then ler it flop back onto his hand and down onto his palm and fingers. ‘Leather straos suddenly mean something to me now,’ she said, ‘and this one in particular.’
Then taking her time she pulled it back then raised it over a shoulder. After a pause of a few seconds during which he almost trembled in anticipation and fear at the stroke to come, she made the tawse swish through the air then crack down for a seventh time onto his oustretched palm making him double over and rub it, trying to get the infernal sting out of it.
But he couldn’t ease the sting of course. Now this had taken sevenof the best and hot damn, Melanie had sure taken to hand strapping.
Melanie had another idea though. She sat on the end of the bed, flicked up her skirt, opened her legs then “Make it a good one else we’ll repeat it all again. I need a good come,” she said.
He turned then obliged. Melanie was wet and excited already he could feel. With the first touch of his tongue, as it moved up and down her, then circled her engorged clit she reached forward then gripping his head, pulled him into her. ‘In, deep in,’ she said sternly.
He obliged by poking his tongue out as hard as he could, poking it into her vagina, running it up and down as much as he could with his head held so tightly. The effect of that brought Melanie to a massive come, far faster than she ever had that he could remember. He rode out the shaking, heard the gasps then the shrill cry at the end then she finally stilled, his face held against her crutch as she moved it gently in the aftermath of the orgasm.
When at long last Melanie came up from air after the gasping and shaking, she pushe dhis head back then looked down at him.
‘Not bad. Not bad at all, I really could get used to that and I must admit, I could do with a cock down there. But no sex for you till after your session. I think we need to find a compromise.’
Melanie clearly had some ideas. To be continued.