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Posted by NakMuay on Mon 28 May 07, 3:16 PM

Marie and Tom came through the door together, arm in arm. Tom had been drinking Marie in all evening, she was looking absolutely beautiful in a full length black evening dress – although admittedly he had spent most of his time imagining himself tearing the dress to shreds. Tom led Marie quickly upstairs, but stopped her when they got the living room next to the entrance of his bedroom. With a quick tap on the bum, he guided her into the corner of the living room, and faced her against the wall. Marie was nervous, and a little embarrassed that one of Tom's flatmates might discover her being ordered about like an obedient little girl. But Tom silenced her whimpering with a smile and a finger on her lips. He guided her hands above her head and with another tap on her bum, sharper this time, warned her to keep them there.

Tom disappeared into his room for about a minute. He reappeared, and moved Marie's hands down to her side. He then led her, by the small of her back, through to his bedroom. When Marie came in, her face was bathed by the soft glow of the dozens of candles Tom had lit and spread all over his room. Tom looked deep into the green of her eyes, held her face and kissed her deeply. Tom reached behind her and softly unzipped the back of her dress, letting it drop smoothly to the floor. Tom took a step back and absorbed Marie standing before him, clad only in the pink and black lingerie she had bought with him on her last visit. He took a look at her breasts, and noted through the thin see-through fabric that her nipples were rock solid. He smiled slightly upon noticing this and then picked her up in his arms. As Tom carried Marie towards his bed, she strained towards his face, trying to kiss him. Tom brushed his lips lightly against hers, but held her in such a way that her attempts for a full kiss were constantly thwarted. Tom lay his girl down on the bed and ran light kisses from her forehead down over her face, working his way across her taut nipples towards the small patch of fabric that was still hiding her pussy from him. He paused there briefly, pressing his tongue against the fabric until he got a slight taste of the juices that were building quickly underneath it. Once thus assured, he ran his kisses down the length of her legs and climbed off the bed.

Tom returned with a large bottle of massage oil. He leant towards Marie, and without a word, flipped her over onto her tummy. He then swiftly undid her bra, before slowly removing her panties, running kisses down her as the fabric dropped to reveal the pale twin moons of her bottom. Tom poured a generous amount of oil on his hands and got to work kneading down into her flesh, starting on her calves and working his way up her legs. As he began work on the soft flesh of her ass, his hand brushed slightly against Marie's pussy. At this she arched her back, lifting her ass upwards, exposing the open folds of her pussy to him. He could see her pussy juices glistening at him, and the temptation to pin her down and drive his achingly hard cock into her almost overcame him - he had to stop what he was doing and rear up, for several deep breaths. Marie looked round at him, confused and disappointed that her massage had been interrupted so quickly. Tom nodded an apology to her and gripped her ass with both hands once more.

Again Marie raised her cute butt to meet his strong hands as they dug into her flesh. Was she taunting him? Knowing he wanted to make this last, but trying to overcome his resistance with the power of her body, just for the sadistic pleasure of taking control of the situation? Or was this just her natural reaction from having her bottom squeezed and rubbed? Tom wasn't sure of the answer to that (You never could be sure with Marie) but he knew one thing – that raised bottom was demanding to be spanked.

Tom raised his hand and brought it sharply down into the centre of Marie's left buttock. The crack filled the room and Marie turned round with a start, looking at him reproachfully. Tom put his hand on the top of Marie's head and forcefully made her look the other way, whilst inflicting 3 equally forceful blows to the centre of her bottom. Marie stiffened slightly as his hand smacked her ass, but did not look back again. Tom restarted his massage, pouring more oil on his hands, and forcing his palm deep into the muscle on Marie's delicate back. Marie breathed deeply under his grasp and relaxed herself into the massage. Periodically, Tom would interrupt the massage to deliver four or five hard spanks to her bum. Each time she was struck Marie would stiffen and start up slightly, but the strength of his hands caught her each time, pushing her down onto the bed, forcing her to accept the rough with the smooth. After about ten minutes of this repetitive cycle, Marie's bottom was a bright, vivid red - the colours accentuated by the oil that her bum was smothered in. And still her pussy glistened at Tom, begging him to touch it, lick it - crying out for him to bring to fruit the orgasm that was lying latent inside of her.

Tom reached down to the icebucket next to the bed, where a bottle of champagne lay chilling. He plucked out two of the largest icecubes and returned to his charge. Placing one hand underneath her hip, he gently pulled Marie's ass up, so her cheeks were wide open exposing, to its full extent, the vulnerability of her asshole and pussy. Tom took one icecube and ran it round the rim of Marie's asshole. Marie shivered under its touch, the cold of the cube contrasting wildly with the slow warmth of the massage oil. Tom placed a kiss on each of Marie's buttocks, and then slowly slid the ice cube into her bottom, holding her tight to the bed with his other hand to prevent her from trying to escape what was going to happen. Marie whimpered and looked back at him, unsure of what was happening, and where he was going to take this. Tom responded with a flurry of ten hard spanks and another kiss on each cheek. “One more.” He whispered to her softly. Marie didn't look particularly pleased with this but, realising that any form of dissent was being dealt with swiftly and firmly tonight, sensibly lifted her ass up to accept another cube into it.

The second cube did not go in as easily as the first, so Tom rubbed it in his hands briefly, melting it and bringing it into a more acceptable shape. Marie strained slightly as he pushed it against the rim of her bottom, but exhaled and relaxed as it slid in. “That's cold….” She whispered to him. Tom responded by inflicting another ten hard spanks upon her, this time to the tops of her thighs. No complaint whatsoever was being brooked from Marie tonight. Tom leant back over to the champagne bucket and took out the bottle. He popped the cork and drank as the froth overcame the rim. Leaning back against the bed, Tom positioned his head underneath Marie, staring directly up at the pussy that had been taunting him for so long. He reached round and lifted the champagne bottle high above her ass, and slowly poured it down over her bottom. The champagne flowed down the crack of her ass and she gasped as the bubbles poured through the folds of her pussy. Eagerly, Tom lifted his head to her pussy, lapping at the champagne as it coursed over her clit. Marie shook underneath his grasp as the sensations from the bubbles and his lapping overtook her but Tom kept her where she needed to be, under the force of his tongue, her ass and pussy providing a conduit for the champagne to pour down his throat. When about half the bottle had been extravagantly wasted over her ass and pussy, Tom placed the bottle down by his side. Squeezing three of his fingers together, he sampled just how wet and moist Marie's hole was becoming from all this. He found the juices still to be oozing from the sides and upon this discovery forced his three fingers sharply into her. Her pussy opened itself to him without any resistance whatsoever and as soon as he was inside he bent his fingers forward, craning them to reach round and into her g-spot, whilst still furiously lapping at her clit. Marie emitted a deep moan as he did this – he knew she was close and this just gave him motivation to redouble his efforts, sucking hard at her clit and pulling at her g-spot until his arm began to ache.

“I'm gonna come!” Marie squealed, in her broad Lancashire accent, that she somehow managed to make sound sexy to him, against all reason. He felt her pussy contract against his fingers and changed his lapping of her clit to long, slow luxurious licks. Marie's back heaved as her orgasm ripped its way through her body. As soon as her contractions finished, Tom withdrew his fingers from her pussy, and pulled her knee's from under her, so she lay quietly on her tummy. Marie was always quiet and sensitive after orgasm, and he relaxed her further by running kisses all over her back and bum. But he wasn't done with her yet.

Tom reached underneath the bed and brought out the black, soft leather of the flogger that he had purchased that afternoon. He continued to kiss Marie's back, distracting her from the fact of what was to come. The head of the flogger was on an axle, allowing the tails of the flogger to be twirled round and round, inflicted a circle of blows upon whoever had been naughty enough to deserve a treatment from it. Tom folded Marie's arms behind her back – at this she looked round because she knew that her arms being placed in this position meant that something was going to happen from which she would wish to escape. She saw the black of the flogger and instantly tears came to the corners of her eyes. “Nooooo….” She moaned at Tom, pleading at him with her eyes to let her be to enjoy her post-orgasmic chill. Whilst that simply wasn't happening, in fact she had less to fear than she realised. The leather of the flogger was thick and soft – the aim of it to inflict blows upon the spankee that would shock and redden the skin, but not bruise and lacerate it.

Tom twirled the flogger and brought it down to bear on Marie's bare thighs. As soon as it made contact he twisted his wrist, bringing the tails round and down again. Tom continued in this vein, bringing a continuous stream of blows down onto Marie, moving up and down her legs, over her ass and onto her back. GraduMarie the whole of her body was becoming enveloped in the same red that previously only her freshly spanked bottom had displayed. Marie quivered under the repetitiveness of the blows, but did not cry out. Tom kept the strength of what he inflicting at a level where pain would build steadily, but would not over come her. When every last inch of her skin was turned red, he rudely flipped her onto her back with one hand. He then took both her arms and pinned them above her head, exposing her breasts and tummy to him. When she guessed what was going to happen, Marie again looked pleadingly at him, but did not call out. She seemed to have accepted that, for tonight at least, she was under his control. Tom put the flogger down briefly and opened Marie's legs for her. He then took some bondage tape and secured Marie's hands above her head to the bedpost. She would be able to twist and squirm but she would not be able to stop him.

Tom lifted up the flogger and twirled it in the air above Marie, lying tied and helpless on the bed. They stared into each others eyes and the tension built between them, till Tom could almost taste the adrenalin on the end of his tongue. Marie opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but before the words could escape Tom twirled the flogger downwards, striking into the centre of her breast. Marie gasped and arched her back, but could do nothing to protect herself. Tom continued the whirl of blows onto Marie's front, covering her breasts before moving down over her tummy. He thrashed the length of her legs, giving them the same pink glow he had given everything else. And then he stopped. In the midst of the thrashing Marie had closed her legs, as she rocked from side to side in an attempt try and deal with what she was going through. Tom pulled her legs apart and looked down at her pussy. Marie guessed what was coming and whimpered frantically, pulling her legs together. Tom warned her that if she continued he would have no choice but to tie her legs apart, and give her far worse than she was going to get at this moment. Slowly, fearfully and reluctantly Marie opened her legs unto him.

Tom brought the flogger down quite softly onto Marie's pussy – he didn't want to damage something that he got so much pleasure out of. Marie gasped, in pain but not in agony, and he knew there was more than a hint of pleasure in that gasp as well. Tom whirled the flogger round again and again delivering a series of about 10 circular lashes into the centre of her pussy. Marie's gasps became louder and louder, nearing what could more properly be described as a shriek by the time he got to the tenth stroke. At that, Tom threw the flogger aside, reached forward and undid the knot of bondage tape that secured her. He brought his girl into his arms, and held her close to his chest. Pretty much the whole of Marie's body was covered in the red that the flogger had brought to the surface of her skin. Tom lifted Marie's head and kissed her, slowly, deeply and gently.

He put his hand on her still-warm bottom and pulled her straight next to him. Kissing her again, he arched his back, pulled on her ass and softly entered her. Tom fucked Marie at a pace slower than anything than they had managed before – his movement inside her barely perceptible, as they lay locked together at top and bottom, slowly kissing and drinking each other in. Tom ran his hands slowly and softly over her reddened skin, and she trembled at his touch. There they stayed locked together for over an hour – when they both finally came, it was more like a deliciously slow shiver than the explosions of lust that they were more used to. Tom did not bother to disengage from Marie when they had come, he just stayed inside her, fast in her embrace. And there they lay until sleep overcame them both.

Edited Wed 30 Jul 08, 12:43 AM by NakMuay


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