It was the middle of the 1990s. I was about 20 years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me. We had been dating for about 6 months.
It did not take long, after the night I helped Tula fulfil her fantasy of ‘being taken,’ against her will. For us to start experimenting with bondage and spanking. We discussed it at length, and both decided it would be safest to introduce things slowly.
I had already put her over my knee for a playful spanking once or twice, which she was surprised to find she rather enjoyed.
I had not long arrived at the house she shared with three other students; we were on the bed in her room. She was wearing a black satin-and-lace nightie that she knew I liked and always wore when she was feeling amorous.
She was on her knees, straddling my lap and kissing me. My hand was lazily stroking her naked ass. She broke the kiss, leaned back, and said, “I want to take our spankings to the next level. But I was worried that I could get a bit noisy.” I laughed and replied,
“Yes, you can be a screamer.” She looked offended and punched me in the arm, rolled off me, sat next to me, and then said.
“Stop being an ass. Go and look in my top dresser drawer.” I laughed. Jumped off the bed, intrigued, and opened what I knew was her special drawer. It held all her nicest lingerie. Some of which I had bought her, and a black vibrator, which had often been used in our foreplay. Next to it was a small brown paper bag. I lifted it and showed her, and she nodded.
I opened the bag, reached in, and pulled out a small red ball gag. There were little holes all around it to aid airflow. I had never held one before. “Do you think that will help keep me quiet?” she asked. When I looked up, she had slid the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and was leaning forward on all fours.
She was looking at me with a seductive smile, and my eyes were instantly drawn to her large breasts hanging unsupported, barely contained by the flimsy material. Her long black hair, which she had straightened to go out the night before, was flowing down her back. I realised I was staring, and was practically drooling, and I was very, very hard.
I swallowed and tried to compose myself. I slowly walked towards her and said, “Only one way to find out. I need to gag you, then spank you and fuck you until you scream.” I kissed her passionately.
“That seems like a fair test,” she replied and opened her mouth wide.
I carefully pushed the ball between her teeth and did it up behind her head. Fumbling with the buckle a little in my excitement. “Is that ok?” I asked, unsure. Tula moved it around slightly and then nodded. I kissed her forehead and said, “I guess that means I am in charge.” She nodded and smiled behind the gag. “Try saying your safe word,” I said.
“Hoe-tato.” she said, unable to purse her lips to make the P sound.
“Close enough,” I said with a laugh. I held both my hands up to help her to stand up from the bed.
When she was standing, I moved her into the centre of the room. I walked to stand behind her. Slowly pulled the satin nightie over her hips, till it fell to the floor.
I moved her long hair out of the way. Planted kisses along her shoulders, placing my hands on her hips and slowly stroking up her stomach. They rose higher, cupped her large breasts, and started to squeeze and knead them. I continued to kiss and nip at the back of her neck. As I gently pinched and pulled her nipples, her moans became more anguished.
My right hand travelled down her stomach, through the thick triangle of soft hair, and stroked the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy beneath. Her muffled moans intensified as my fingers parted and probed her already soaking valley beneath. She shuffled her feet wider and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. I could see that her eyes were closed.
My left hand kept teasing her breasts and nipples as my right sought her clitoris. First circling it gently, then moving in a rapid sideways movement that I knew from experience, had an effect on her; she was now pushing her arse back into my pelvis and moaning loudly through the gag.
Suddenly, I stopped. I stepped back and moved to stand in front of her. Her eyes snapped open and were blazing with desire and anger that I had stopped. I smiled, enjoying the reaction and the rush of power that I felt.
“Get on your knees, Tula!” I ordered. She wiped a little drool from her lower lip with the back of her hand. Then dropped to her knees as ordered. I placed my hand in the small of her back and applied a little pressure to force her forward onto all fours.
I slowly paced around her and made a point of looking at her. deliberately assessing her, like a piece of property. Placing my fingers under her chin to raise her head. I walked past saying, “Good girl.” I continued to stride slowly around her. I had deliberately stayed fully dressed. As she had told me many times, she enjoyed the sense of vulnerability when she was naked, and I was not.
Her long black hair flowed down her back. The stark contrast made her pale skin look like delicate porcelain. Her back curved up to her hips and her perfect, slim but plump arse. Her breasts were hanging below, and the first time my hand struck her arse, they started to swing ever so slightly.
I aimed six or eight medium-weight slaps to her arse, just to get the blood flowing protectively to the surface. Again, I walked to stand in front of her, crouched slightly as she looked up and said, “Are you ok?” Her eyes were wide with excitement, I could see goosebumps raised on her arms, and again she was starting to drool a tiny bit. She nodded her head strongly.
I smiled and walked to the side of her again and started to spank her. Much harder and faster this time, causing her head to snap back and muffled noises forced from her widened lips. This time, when I paused, I drew my hand down the curve of her buttocks and rubbed the lips of her pussy, gently inserting two fingers deep inside. The tone of her moans became higher-pitched and louder, and she moved back into my hand. As she started to gasp through the gag, I removed my fingers and again launched an assault on her delicate buttocks.
The harshness and speed of the spanking forced low, pained noises from her. She was now involuntarily moving her arse from side to side and stretching a little in pain. In the coming years, I would learn self-control and to prolong the torment, but I could feel my hard cock pulsing and throbbing in my tight jeans. I wanted her.
No. I needed her. Now.
I grabbed her by the hair and snapped, “Get up.” She stood and allowed me to control her over to the bed, where I pushed her face down. I tore off my T-shirt and swiftly undid my jeans and forced them down over my hips.
I penetrated her from behind in one smooth movement. Settled myself with my hands on her hips and started to fuck her hard from behind. Passion had taken over. I felt primal, almost as soon as I started thrusting into her, she was moaning. Muffled by the gag, her moans soon became a scream. I felt her pussy tighten and spasm in orgasm, she was joined by my own guttural grunt as I came deep inside her.
We collapsed on the bed together. She spat out the gag after I had undone it, she wiped her mouth, and massaged her jaw. As we caught our breath, I kissed and held her tight.
“There is no way my housemates didn’t hear!” she said with a laugh.
“How was that?” I asked. We had started to make a habit of discussing our sessions straight after.
“The gag was fine, not exactly comfortable, but interesting. You could have spanked me longer, though. I am kind of starting to enjoy it, and it certainly gets me turned on.”
“So, I noticed, you can even scream through a gag. I am sorry I got carried away; I just got so turned on!” I said, again, she punched me in the arm, with an annoyed look on her face.
A few weeks later. I arrived after a hard shift at the pub. Half my staff had not turned up, and it was really hot. Again, I was let in by one of her roommates and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. I knocked on the door as I always did and walked in when Tula said, " Enter.”
The sight I saw caused me to melt in another way. She was sitting on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight, wearing the black silk and lace nightie she knew I liked and stockings. Her hair was tied back, and she had her glasses on. She was reading a book. One strap of the nightie had fallen off her arm, exposing the top of her breast. She looked like a beautiful movie star, and she was mine.
I walked over and kissed her deeply, saying, “I just need to call the brewery, then I am all yours, baby.” She nodded, smiled, and continued reading her book. It took me a little while to get through to the brewery. I then had to go into detail about how half the last order was incorrect. I kept looking over at this vision of beauty and wishing this call were not so urgent.
She had obviously finished her chapter and put the book down on the windowsill, placing her glasses on top of it. I mouthed ‘Sorry,’ as I waited on the phone.
Suddenly, a wicked grin came over her face. She hopped off the windowsill and walked slowly over to stand in front of me. Kissed my cheek and then dropped to her knees. Before I realised what she was doing, she had undone my jeans, released my cock, and was gently sucking the end in and out of her lips. I looked down at her wide-eyed as she ran her tongue along the underneath of the shaft.
“Yes, I will wait,” I said into the phone before saying, “I am on the phone with the brewery!”
“So? I was bored waiting,” she said simply and took my now fully erect cock to the back of her throat. I was about to chastise her when the manager of brewery distribution finally came on the phone.
I spent the next five minutes desperately trying to control my breathing and speech, as she expertly sucked my dick. Using every trick in her rather expansive repertoire, she switched between rolling her tongue around and nibbling the end, to pumping it fast between her tight lips. Then slowing down and took me as deep as she could.
I finally, thankfully, ended my call. She sat back and looked up at me with a wicked smile.
“Oh, hell no, you are not fucking stopping now!” I said and grabbed the back of her head, forcing myself back into the warm, tight embrace of her lips. She brought her hand up and pumped the shaft of my cock as she sucked on the end. Until a short time later, with a loud gasp, I flooded her mouth with warm liquid.
She swallowed with a loud gulp.
I collapsed back onto the sofa, catching my breath. She walked over to the windowsill again, picked up a bottle of water, and took a long swig. “Sorry, I got bored.” She said with a grin, leaning out of the window. Knowing full well her nightie would ride up to flash her black lace panties.
“Not that I am complaining. But that was an important call, you cheeky madam!” I laughed.
“Well, maybe you should punish me!” She said again with a smile.
“I think I should.” I stood, took off my t-shirt, and crossed the room to her. Grabbed the bottom of her nightie and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor. She was not wearing a bra beneath and was now wearing only stockings, her panties, and high heels. I dragged her by the wrist over to the sofa and over my lap as I sat.
The speed of it made her squeal a little in laughter. She landed across my knee with her elbows resting on the sofa.
“Do you remember your safe word, Tula?” I asked.
“I do.” She said, laughing excitedly.
“Good, because I am not going to stop spanking you until you use it. Do you understand?” I said and started to stroke her lace-clad bottom.
“I understand,” she answered slightly nervously, wondering if she had pushed me too far.
I started gently. Aiming medium strength slaps at her lace-clad arse, then hitting the flesh just below her panties, moving where I targeted each time I hit.
I stroked and kneaded her arse in-between each eight or ten strikes. By the third set of strikes, her ass was glowing nicely. I pushed my hand between her thighs to stroke the compressed lips of her pussy, feeling the dampness starting to soak through her panties.
As her gentle moans started. I removed my hand and landed another series of hard slaps to her cheeks. I decided she had enjoyed enough protection, and carefully peeled her panties down her behind, pushing them down to lie across the top of her stockings.
I landed a couple of slow, hard slaps. Watching with excitement as her ass reverberated and bounced with each strike. I wanted to test her limits and paused less often; the next series of slaps was hard and fast. I would aim for the same area 4 or 5 times in a row, instead of alternating each time.
By the time I paused, she was letting out a gasp and a muffled little yelp each time. Again, I plunged my hand between her legs and stroked the lips of her pussy. This time, inserting two fingers inside, she was very wet. My fingers are moving inside her, drawing low moans from her lips.
As her moans were increasing. I again tore my fingers away and launched another savage attack at her buttocks, which were now glowing bright red. Every strike was now followed by a little yelp of pain, and she was now whimpering slightly.
“Have you learnt your lesson, baby?” I asked gently. There was a long pause before she sniffed slightly, and with a hint of defiance, simply said,
“No”
As soon as the word left her mouth, I started spanking her again. Steadily at first, then increasing in speed and strength, she was now involuntarily moving on my lap. Despite the recent blow job, I realised I was hard beneath her.
I placed my left hand in the small of her back to hold her still and continued spanking her plump, glowing arse, determined to show no mercy unless she asked for it.
The palm of my hand was now hurting, so I knew that her bottom must feel like it was on fire. I gave my hand a rest by stroking and probing her pussy again. She was dripping, literally. Her yelps of pain rapidly turned into moans of pleasure.
I then started tormenting her delicate arse again. I only landed three or four hard slaps before she suddenly exclaimed, “Enough, enough, Potato, Potato.” Her voice was halfway between laughing and sobbing as she said it, but she was smiling up at me, despite the tears in her eyes.
I gently stroked her now bright red behind and bent down to plant tender kisses. She flinched and laughed. “Ok, you broke me. I am going to feel that tomorrow as well. Can I get fucked now, please?” She asked as she stood, allowing her panties to drop to the floor and kicking off her high heels. She walked to the bed.
“Yes, you can,” I said enthusiastically and quickly removed my trousers and boxer shorts and walked over to her. As I approached, she crawled to the edge of the bed and took my cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth. I ran my hand down her hip and through the triangle of soft hair, rapidly found her clitoris and gently stimulated it, saying, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
She raised her head, opened her mouth wide to moan, and I took hold of her hair and lifted her. My lips found hers and crushed them in a kiss full of passion and need. I spun her around on the bed and pulled her towards me by her hips. In one smooth movement, I buried myself to the hilt in the warmth of her vagina.
She exhaled a loud moan as I took her, pressing my hips into her ass as I pushed as deep as I could, slowing myself down and enjoying the warm embrace of her pussy, making myself concentrate on every contour and ridge as I slid in and out of her body.
Then the pitch of her moaning changed. I could hear her need, and that inflamed the passion in me again. I took hold of her hair, yanked her head up to arch her back and fucked her hard and fast. Timing my thrusts to her breathing, speeding up as her breaths did, till she screamed in orgasm. I had to clamp my hand over her mouth as I continued towards my own orgasm.
Five minutes later, we were lying in each other’s arms. I kissed her forehead as she spoke, “Well, that was fucking amazing. I mean, my ass still hurts, but that was really fucking amazing,” she said with a laugh.
Part 3 to follow soon.
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