Tales of Pleasure and Pain Read Online Free
Author: Lizbeth Dusseau
least a half hour. I can see why he needs to be so firm with you. You get to acting like a little bitch."
"I do not!" Roslyn objected, but her objection was drowned out by another swift dozen strokes of the paddle.
"Ow, ouch, oh my god!"
"You just earned a n extra long session for that last comment," Jack said. You don't seem to know when to quit with that unruly mouth!"
Roslyn wailed as the paddling resumed. Her fiery buns wiggled and squirmed in an unsuccessful effort to get away from the furious blows. But he only held her more tightly.
"If you don't behave yourself, I'll keep going," he warned.
Roslyn calmed herself to some degree, though she couldn't hide her sobs and protests.
"Please Jack, please Bryce," she pleaded.
"Are you going to curb your tongue?" Jack asked.
"Yes, yes please, I promise."
The spanker smacked her again.
"Oh pleeeeese," her protests continued.
The two dominants could have gone on and on, though they both recognized that Roz was nearly at her limit.
"Has she had enough you think?" Jack asked.
"Oh yes please, please stop," she managed a sincere sounding plea.
"A final dozen hard," Bryce said, getting Jack's silent agreement. There was no nonsense in Bryce's voice now, not even a hint of play. He was speaking as if she really deserved the cruel treatment and was getting exactly what she earned.
Jack laid on the final twelve, slowly, deliberately, with emphasis; he always liked to end her paddlings with a flourish. And this was one of his best.
Roslyn sobbed for sometime once the paddling was finished. Finally, not rising by herself, Jack pushed her off his lap.
"Present yourself to Bryce," he ordered. With her pants still at her ankles she found herself standing before her "audience", recognizing a new level of embarrassment. She'd never exposed herself to another man, and under these circumstances it was dreadfully uncomfortable.
Bryce appraised her thoughtfully. "Yes you have a nice cunt," he said matter-of-factly, "but that's for Jack later. Turn around; I prefer to see those red buns of yours." There was nothing teasing or gleeful in Bryce's voice, he'd dispensed with the playful torment he and Jack engaged in earlier, becoming the stern disciplinarian she both dreaded and loved.
Turning around and exposing her bright bottom for his scrutiny in the cool aftermath of her punishment, was an even greater humiliation than when she was bared over Jack's lap.
The effect on her was astounding.
And though it was uncomfortable, it was natural for her comply with Bryce's demands, since she'd yielded to her inherent submissiveness. Likely, she would have done anything he asked at that moment.
"It's adequate," he said, referring to her ass cheeks. " But I don't think she's gone to her limit." He gave each cheek an eager smack with his hand. "Go stand with your face in the corner so I can still see this rosy butt." He gave her a gentle shove and she took her raging body to the living room corner, feeling like a naughty child.
"Let's do it again," Bryce suggested as he continued to eye Roslyn's fine backside. He was rising to leave.
"By all means," Jack replied. I think we got exactly what we wanted."
The two men said good-bye at the door, while Roslyn remained with her face to the wall.
You had your fill tonight?" Jack finally asked, after the door clicked shut and Bryce was gone and he'd turned to gaze at the fading blush on his wife's ass cheeks.
"Oh yes," she said, cautiously turning around. Her body was on fire with sexual need. Seeing the lust in Jack's eyes, they quickly made up the distance between then, arms around each other, groping with a passion they were fast becoming used to.
He squeezed her ass cheeks.
"Oh more," she urged.
Jack pulled her to the couch, and they groveled lustily the next hour, pronouncing the event a huge success,
There wasn't any question about another evening with Bryce. There were
"I do not!" Roslyn objected, but her objection was drowned out by another swift dozen strokes of the paddle.
"Ow, ouch, oh my god!"
"You just earned a n extra long session for that last comment," Jack said. You don't seem to know when to quit with that unruly mouth!"
Roslyn wailed as the paddling resumed. Her fiery buns wiggled and squirmed in an unsuccessful effort to get away from the furious blows. But he only held her more tightly.
"If you don't behave yourself, I'll keep going," he warned.
Roslyn calmed herself to some degree, though she couldn't hide her sobs and protests.
"Please Jack, please Bryce," she pleaded.
"Are you going to curb your tongue?" Jack asked.
"Yes, yes please, I promise."
The spanker smacked her again.
"Oh pleeeeese," her protests continued.
The two dominants could have gone on and on, though they both recognized that Roz was nearly at her limit.
"Has she had enough you think?" Jack asked.
"Oh yes please, please stop," she managed a sincere sounding plea.
"A final dozen hard," Bryce said, getting Jack's silent agreement. There was no nonsense in Bryce's voice now, not even a hint of play. He was speaking as if she really deserved the cruel treatment and was getting exactly what she earned.
Jack laid on the final twelve, slowly, deliberately, with emphasis; he always liked to end her paddlings with a flourish. And this was one of his best.
Roslyn sobbed for sometime once the paddling was finished. Finally, not rising by herself, Jack pushed her off his lap.
"Present yourself to Bryce," he ordered. With her pants still at her ankles she found herself standing before her "audience", recognizing a new level of embarrassment. She'd never exposed herself to another man, and under these circumstances it was dreadfully uncomfortable.
Bryce appraised her thoughtfully. "Yes you have a nice cunt," he said matter-of-factly, "but that's for Jack later. Turn around; I prefer to see those red buns of yours." There was nothing teasing or gleeful in Bryce's voice, he'd dispensed with the playful torment he and Jack engaged in earlier, becoming the stern disciplinarian she both dreaded and loved.
Turning around and exposing her bright bottom for his scrutiny in the cool aftermath of her punishment, was an even greater humiliation than when she was bared over Jack's lap.
The effect on her was astounding.
And though it was uncomfortable, it was natural for her comply with Bryce's demands, since she'd yielded to her inherent submissiveness. Likely, she would have done anything he asked at that moment.
"It's adequate," he said, referring to her ass cheeks. " But I don't think she's gone to her limit." He gave each cheek an eager smack with his hand. "Go stand with your face in the corner so I can still see this rosy butt." He gave her a gentle shove and she took her raging body to the living room corner, feeling like a naughty child.
"Let's do it again," Bryce suggested as he continued to eye Roslyn's fine backside. He was rising to leave.
"By all means," Jack replied. I think we got exactly what we wanted."
The two men said good-bye at the door, while Roslyn remained with her face to the wall.
You had your fill tonight?" Jack finally asked, after the door clicked shut and Bryce was gone and he'd turned to gaze at the fading blush on his wife's ass cheeks.
"Oh yes," she said, cautiously turning around. Her body was on fire with sexual need. Seeing the lust in Jack's eyes, they quickly made up the distance between then, arms around each other, groping with a passion they were fast becoming used to.
He squeezed her ass cheeks.
"Oh more," she urged.
Jack pulled her to the couch, and they groveled lustily the next hour, pronouncing the event a huge success,
There wasn't any question about another evening with Bryce. There were
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