Flushed With Shame

An eBook By B J Wane.

Michael pushed away from the table and ordered me to stand up.  Taking my hand, he led me to the large, overstuffed chair.  "After the eager way you took to my hand and sex last night, I’ve decided you’re going to need strict, daily discipline to keep your slutty inhibitions in line.  Isn’t that true?" he asked sternly.

"Yes, Michael," I readily agreed.  I had behaved with uncharacteristic wanton behavior last night, another reason I was grateful for Michael’s control

"Raise your skirt, lower your panties, and bend over the arm of the chair."

Reaching under my dress, I lowered my panties to mid thigh and then bent willingly over the thickly padded armrest.  Resting my head on my folded hands, I watched him to see what he would do.  I felt completely exposed and vulnerable lying there with my ass bared, eagerly anticipating the first stinging slap.  But, when Michael’s hands went to the thick leather belt at his waist, I felt a true tremor of fear run through me.

"Michael?" was all I was able to utter as he pulled the belt free and looped it over.

Michael’s face was implacable as he said, "Since this is your first taste of leather, I’ll only give you ten strokes.  That should be enough to keep you aware of whom you belong to."

"But I don’t need any reminders, Michael.  I want to belong to you," I protested even though I couldn’t deny wanting to feel that leather strap on my tender flesh.  A week ago, I would have thought being strapped by my husband would be the most degrading thing imaginable, but now, I couldn’t wait for him to torment my willing flesh for his pleasure.

"I know you do.  This is confirming that.  Plus, I’ll get great pleasure thinking of your reddened ass while we’re making our trip.  Now, brace yourself."

Raising his arm, Michael brought the belt down hard right in the middle of my ass, the fiery pain making me jerk and cry out.

"If you’re going to holler, bury your face so I don’t get arrested.  That was just the first one."

     More humiliated by his rebuke than his punishment, I did as he said and muffled my next yelp as the belt landed once again across my buttocks.  The pain was much more intense than his hand spankings and the heat engulfing my backside quickly spread.  By the fifth stroke, I was eagerly lifting my ass for more... wanting, and needing the painful stimulation, the total surrender to his will.

"I knew you could take it.  Lift that ass for me, babe," Michael said approvingly as he landed another stroke on my quivering buttocks.

Gasping, the blow pushed my hips back down, the pain and warmth doing its magic, creating a build up of wet heat in my pussy. A well aimed slash on the under curve of my flaming buttocks left me mewling.  By the tenth stroke, I was sobbing in painful surrender to my carnal desires, wanting an orgasm so bad I was ready to beg for it.

As Michael calmly put his belt on, he eyed my abused backside with pride.  I couldn’t help but be proud of the way I had pleased him.  It made me want to take another ten strokes just to see that look of possessive pleasure on his face.  But, right now, I really needed to come.

Swallowing what little pride I had left, I looked up at him out of tear filled eyes and pleaded, "Michael, please, can I come now?"

"No.  When we get to our hotel this afternoon, I’ll let you have an orgasm."  Eyeing my blistered ass longingly, he seemed to sigh.  "Pull up your panties and let’s get going.  You’ll have me all to yourself for the next five days, and I promise you can come all you want."

Feeling as if he had given me a special gift, I leaped up and gave him a sound kiss of gratitude.  "Thank you, Michael."

Smiling, he took my mouth in a hard kiss, his tongue exploring every deep recess as his hard hands cupped my sore buttocks and fondled the tender globes   I moaned into his mouth in both discomfort and pleasure.  I couldn’t help but grind my hips against his.

A hard swat on my already abused skin brought an abrupt halt to my gyrations.  Pulling back, I apologized.

"I’m sorry, Michael.  I’m just so horny right now."  One part of me couldn’t believe I was apologizing for wanting to come without permission, while another part gloried in my submission.  The amused pleasure in Michael’s eyes made my embarrassment worth it.

"Let’s get going before I give in to temptation."

True to his word, the minute we entered our hotel suite that afternoon, Michael had me shoved against the wall, his hands in my panties, his fingers bringing me to a fast, shattering climax.  The soreness in my ass had stayed with me all afternoon, especially since I had to sit still on the flight.  The constant touches from Michael against my breasts and my buttocks kept me in a state of perpetual arousal.  I fell apart in his arms, his fingers bringing me to peak after peak of orgasmic surrender as I ground against his hand with unabashed wantonness.

Unashamedly, I reached down and held his hand tight against my aching pussy, mewling in pleasure as he ground his palm against my mound, his thumb pushing hard against my engorged, aching clit.  I came again, just as fast and just as hard as the first time.  By the time I came down from the raking shudders coursing through me, I was incoherent with pleasure.

"My turn," Michael said abruptly.  Pushing me down to kneel in front of him, he quickly released his straining cock into my eager hands.

I loved the feel of his hard member, the heat and rigidity of his flesh.  I squeezed his thick cock, pumping up and down the length of him until the reddened tip grew damp with his excitement.

"Suck me, Laci.  I want you to take all of me down your throat."

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