He was coming in on an 11:00 p.m. flight. Although she had been up at 5:30 that
morning to get into her office early, the excitement of finally seeing him again
kept her from tiredness. As she parked her car on the top level of the parking
garage, she fought to keep her emotions under control. It had been at least four
months since she had seen him. Although she had many lovers between then and
now,
the sexual hunger she felt for him never diminished. It was as if all of the
other men were just illusions. No matter how hard they tried, they were never
able to make her feel, to get past the barrier of her love for him. In some
strange way, although she had been unfaithful to him hundreds of times, she felt
as if he was the only man she ever had made love to, since he was the only one
who had been inside more of her than just between her legs. As she entered the
elevator, her thoughts drifted to the last telephone conversation they had. They
had spoken of their desire, the almost animal hunger they shared which they
could
no longer delay feeding. She felt herself getting wet with the memories of the
veiled threats he made, the promises of pleasure and punishment that awaited
her.
At the gate she watched the passengers disembarking one by one, searching
desperately for his face while trying to maintain her cool, aloof facade. As
more and more people came through the doors of the gate she began panicking,
wondering if he could have missed the flight. At the thought of not seeing him a
darkness began to build inside her, threatening to shut down all emotion and
desire before the pain of her disappointment could destroy her. Finally after
the
last passenger walked through the doors and the flight crew started exiting she
started to turn away, to walk back to the illusion she lived in as her life.
Suddenly, just as she took one final look, she saw his face, that smile which
instantly melted all of the barriers she spent so much time erecting around
herself. They looked at each other for a few moments before touching, unable to
believe that they were finally together again. Then his arms wrapped slowly
around her, pulling her as close as he could, pressing every part of his body
against hers. She could feel his strong muscular thighs against hers, and above
that the force of his erection pressing against her groin, already searching for
its home. "I thought you missed the flight or weren't coming." She knew that his
forcing her to wait and the resulting heightened, almost unbearable, pleasure
was
just the first of the many exercises of his control over her which she would
experience that weekend. "You have to have faith, Brennie. I would never hurt
you like that. You should know that and not doubt me." His voice, soft and
gentle, but with its foundation of extraordinary strength, caused the last of
her
defences to melt and she buried her head in his shoulder, smelling the scent of
him which was never far out of her thoughts. They walked down the corridors of
the terminal, stopping at the baggage carousel to collect his luggage. There was
one case, a small case which looked like a clarinet case, which he handed to her
to carry. She was going to question him about this, since he never allowed her
to
carry anything, when a look from him silenced her. "Soon enough," he whispered,
slipping his hand under her coat to grasp the soft underside of her ass,
squeezing just hard enough to make her gasp but not cry out. As they walked
toward the exit to the parking garage he stopped her and turned toward a rental
car outlet. As she started to question him he quieted her with another look,
saying nothing to her but giving his name to the rental agent. After the
arrangements were completed they walked out to the area where the rental cars
were kept. She felt her excitement growing, since she now understood that he had
planned for the enactment of one of her favourite fantasies. The car they were
given was an old, classic Cadillac convertible. It was huge, and both the front
and back seats resembled soft leather couches. The smell of him mixed with the
leather was almost more than she could bear, and she felt the moisture between
her legs growing. He drove her to her car, and she followed him to the long term
parking area. After they dropped her car off, he drove down the freeway, taking
the exit which would take them down Highway 1 toward the beach. He had put the
top of the car down at the garage, but the wind blowing through her hair did
little to calm the fire that was burning inside her. They took a small side road
and drove down toward the water. He parked the car facing the beach. They did
not speak for a few moments, listening to the waves and the wind. He turned to
her. "Stand up Brenna," he said. The car was large enough that, with its top
down, she could stand between the seat and the dashboard. She stood up, feeling
the fear and anticipation rising inside her. He reached over, and slowly undid
the button at the top of her jeans. She closed her eyes and heard the sound of
the zipper being undone. His hands reached inside and he pulled the top of the
pants down past her thighs. He then opened his car door and got out, entering
the car again from the back door. "Turn around." She turned around awkwardly,
the pants around her knees making it difficult for her to move. When she was
facing the back seat he looked at her deeply for a moment, the smiled that
deadly
smile. "Bend over." Her fear burst. "Its cold, and someone might see", she
started to argue. She knew her words would do no good, but she didn't know if
she could stand what she knew was going to happen next. He quickly stopped her
protests. "Are you arguing with me Brennie?" he softly asked. " I'd hate if you
argued with me. Then I might have to punish you more than I had planned, and
since I know you have already been a very naughty girl, extra punishment might
be
more than your ass could take." "No, I just..." "Bend over." The words froze in
her throat. She slowly bent over the front seat of the car, feeling the cold
leather rubbing up against her pussy and thighs. He reached over and firmly
grasped her by the wrist. He took a seatbelt from the far side of the backseat
and wrapped her wrist tightly. He then did the same with the other wrist. After
he finished, he reached under her and undid the buttons of her blouse and the
front clasp of her bra, freeing her large breasts to hang over the edge of the
seat. He lifted his head to the nearest nipple, first caressing it gently with
his tongue, then gently sucking at it, increasing the pressure until she felt a
direct line of heat from the nipple to between her legs. The cool sea breeze
blew on her upturned ass and thighs, but did nothing to cool the heat. With his
hand he took the nipple of her other breast and rolled it between his fingers,
squeezing it between their tips. She started to moan, melting into the pleasure.
He suddenly nipped the nipple which was in his mouth, and at the same time
sharply slapped the side of the other breast. She gasped at the pain and pulled
back, but the binding of her wrists held. "Its time, baby", he said. He walked
to the back of the car and opened the trunk, taking out the small black case
which he had her carry earlier. He opened the door on the passengers' side of
the
front seat and got in. She heard the clicking of the clasps on the case and
frantically tried to look around to see what was in it. "Stop trying so hard
Brennie, I'm going to show you", he said. He pulled something long and thin from
the case and reached around in front of her, holding it in front of her face. At
the sight of it she snapped, and softly began crying. It was an English riding
crop, wrapped with black leather with a loop at the tip. She knew the pain such
an instrument could cause since she had ridden horses when she was younger,
participating in showing and jumping events. Once, a stable hand whose
attentions
she had repeatedly refused had "accidentally" struck her on the back of her leg
and
she had felt it for the next week. The mark it had left lasted longer than the
pain, and she was always careful to stay well out of the way of the man from
then
on. He reached out to comfort her, stroking her long hair which had fallen down
into her face, caressing it back with his hands, and kissing the neck which his
actions had left bare. "You know you need it, don't you Brennie?" His voice
continued the caress started by his hands. "You know you have been a very bad
girl while I've been gone, and that you deserve more than what I'm going to give
you. Remember the incident with the beeper, when you met that drug dealer in the
parking lot as a favour to your friend to pick up her beeper he had taken by
mistake? I can't have you doing those kind of things, Brennie, because if you
had been hurt then I would have had to come up here and take care of him. I
can't take those kind of risks anymore, so now I have to seriously punish you so
you will think before you act next time. I'm afraid this spanking will be very
different from any of the other ones I've given you before. Where before I would
stop just before your limits, this time we will go way beyond. I'm going to turn
your ass beet red and leave it so sore that every time you sit down for the next
month you'll think of me." All the time he had been talking his hand had been
stroking her ass. As he finished, it flew back and then struck her, directly in
the center of her right ass cheek. She cried out, but he began in earnest,
smacking her bottom fast over and over again. The blows were placed all over
both
cheeks, and they came so quickly that she didn't have time to register one
before
the next one came. He kept spanking her with his hands for about five minutes,
until her ass was a deep pink colour all over and very warm despite the cool
air.
Finally he stopped. His hands softly stroked her sore ass, with his fingers
reaching underneath it up into her, reaching deep while his thumb stroked her
clit. She choked back the tears. She was burning with the pleasure and the pain.
She could feel the seat of the car pressing up against her stomach, with her hot
ass sticking up into the night sky. He was behind her, kissing the part of her
which he had so recently been beating. His tongue began reaching between her
cheeks to where his fingers had so recently been, licking between her legs in
torturous little circles around her center. She felt the pleasure growing and
began to approach climax. It stopped. He pulled back and reached over to the
seat of the car, picking up the crop. "No...,you can't. You just spanked me
harder than you ever have and I couldn't stand any more...Please no...PLEASE.."
"SWISH!" He smacked the crop swiftly across the center of both cheeks. The pain
she felt was like nothing she had ever felt before, as if a hot metal rod had be
placed across her flesh. "NO!" she screamed. "STOP, NO MORE", she shrieked.
"SWACK...SWACK...SWACK..." He brought the crop down hard three times, right on
the soft under side of her ass where the cheeks met her thighs. "DON'T EVER TELL
ME NO!" he roared, pulling back at the same time for another stroke. The crop
rose and fell, over and over, striking her all over her ass and upper thighs.
She felt such a searing pain that all of her control left her and she screamed
and sobbed uncontrollably, her body trying to twist to get away from the awful
pain. But the bonds of her wrists held, and her kicking only succeeded in
getting her stripes on her inner thighs, where the pain was even more
excruciating. She knew she couldn't take any more. The pain was so bad and deep
she knew it couldn't go on, but she could do nothing. He kept whipping her over
and over, slowing and fiercely, until she wasn't even able to struggle any
longer. She just lay their sobbing, with the sobs intensifying each time the
crop hit. Then it stopped. He dropped the crop and covered her with his body,
his
erection pressing up between the cheeks of her burning ass. He kissed her back,
her neck, her shoulders. He undid the seatbelts which had so cruelly held her,
and caressed the sore spot where they had pulled her wrists. His hand reached
under her to her nipples, squeezing them tightly. He entered her from behind,
slipping into her easily. She was so wet she felt the moisture dripping down her
thighs. He thrust slowly at first, but the hunger was so strong that he soon
became wild, pushing hard and fast into her, to enter her as deeply and
completely as he could. She moved her hips to follow him, forcing her aching
buttocks back against his groin. She no longer felt any pain, only the hunger
and
ecstasy of having him inside of her again. They moved faster and faster, unable
to feel any longer where one of their bodies ended and the other began. Their
pleasure finally exploded together in a final thrust which sent them both into
the back seat. She lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to
normal. As time passed, she became aware again of the sound of the waves and the
salt breeze blowing over them. With the awareness of their surroundings came the
return of the awful pain in her ass. He seemed to sense her discomfort. He
reached into his jacket and took out some lotion. As he began smoothing it on
her ass, she became aware of her renewed excitement and saw that he too felt it
since he was becoming erect once again. "Lets go", he said. He opened the door
and stepped out, taking her hand and helping her out of the back seat. As she
tried to sit down on the front seat she cried out. The pain in her ass hurt so
badly that she couldn't sit down. "I know how to fix that", he laughed, and
pushed her face downward over the seat again. "I'll just put the top up, and we
can drive home like this, with your butt turned over the seat in the right place
for me to smack it every time I remember another reason why you deserve it." He
spanked her once again while laughing, not to hard, but hard enough to cause her
to shriek in pain since she was so tender from the earlier punishment. As they
drove off, she smiled inside, knowing that although she had a weekend full of
punishment and pain ahead, the intense and constant pleasure and love he would
surround her with would last far longer than the soreness of her ass.
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