THE EVIDENCE

OF THE FLESH..

She heard the whirling curls

behind her...

and her heart was stopped

as her ass crept ever higher

and pushed back... looking for the pain..

she was surprised because she had never really been

sexually spanked..

a few light touches had passed her way,

but she knew that serious discipline

had never really been brought to bear

on the cheeks of her ass,

or anywhere else...

She knew that her pussy was intense now..

her nipples were action packed..

and she knew that her entire body

was centered in the folds of her fire...

Sharp teeth began to tease the edges of her breasts,

and began to move down her belly..

she felt soft hands lift up her tails,

and

lay them on her arched back..

then more fingers slid her tight lace panties down over her ass,

rolling onto her thighs

and leaving her wetness still covered..

she was ready now..

she had never been more ready,

or hotter..

her entire lower body felt like it had been squeezed,

trapped inside of her loins,

where the flames burned white...

bubbling waves of lava

moved along the channels within her,

and

now she was almost naked..

and she knew she was to be punished...

disciplined..

and she knew that it would be

the most exciting few moments of her short life....

The whirring cord kept pace with the clenching of her cheeks,

the other cord..

the one tormenting her nipples

had begun to wrap itself around her breasts,

first one and then the other,

in a kind of elastic latticework,

until each firm tit was covered,

wrapped in ever tightening coils,

with only the hardness of her nipples,

still open to the sea air.

It was then,

at that very moment when the cool wet air

blew onto her nipples,

and sent a chill down her back,

it was just at that second that the pain came,

She only had a second's warning,

as the rush of the whirling cord slowed,

and then licked directly onto her ass,

full across both cheeks...

flicked like a whip across both cheeks,

at once both soft and savage,

her ass bucked into the air at the sting...

it was gentler than a slap,

but much more sharp..

much more like a belt than a hand...

At the same instant that the sting blasted into her fires,

the hands in front

pulled the cord tighter around her tits,

squeezing them,

and taking at least a little of her mind,

from the sensory overload trapped beneath her thighs.

As she gasped,

the cord struck her again,

this time it was curled,

slowly and lovingly,

between her legs,

the end flicked around her pussy lips

with the crack of a bat on a slider away,

and her hair stood upon end..

and then immediately back to her ass,

with a crease and a curl

and a sharp whip across the cheeks...

her fire was flooding now, in the lava,

her thighs were shaking and soaked...

and her mind wanted more..

much more..

more heat,

more fire,

more lava...

more

alive.

There were only a few more strokes..

only a small number of clit flicks..

just enough to render her underwear officially underwater,

It only lasted for a moment or two altogether..

the pain was spectacular,

not in any sense frightening,

but rather like an amusement park ride ,

where one realizes that

the risk is all in your head...

her ass was hot,

and very bothered,

and her tits were aflame

with lust,

but her pussy,

goddamm

her pussy was soaring,

riding the waves like an air surfer,

taking each shudder

and quake

and flooding again....

As another climax drained her body,

and her tits were freed of bondage..

she hung her head,

and simply said softly

thank you...

swift hands untied her ankles..

and then released her wrists

One set of strong arms

picked her body upwards like a rag doll,

and took her for a short walk,

it was probably only a few feet,

and yet,

cradled in the arms,

her arms and legs hanging below her body,

her eyes still masked..

it felt like a hundred miles..

she was laid softly onto a bed...

a big bed..

her arms and legs,

of habit now,

moved apart and akimbo...

she was still helpless,

still a willing victim

in her own possession...

as she lay on the bed,

still in her soft jacket

and rolled panties,

she felt hot breath on her breasts,

and on her face

and over her belly and down...

fingers reached inside the front of the panty waistband,

and foraged roughly for her most private places..

she couldn't possibly get wet again,

her floods had all gone,

had all been released

and now,

as tender lips moved down between her thighs,

she knew that she would be dry...

there was nothing left to give, nothing left to be taken...

it was a shame really..

her pussy wanted more,

and so did the rest of her body...

but she was so dehydrated

that she felt she could just blow away...

her lips were parched,

all of them,

and her mouth felt like cotton balls..

in desperation she ran her sandpaper tongue

over her cotton candy lips...

her nipples still begged for attention,

her soul wanted to play some more..

but her body was dry... so very dry..

the flames within her now were roaring,

like a blast furnace between her legs...

but over the roar,

with a racing heart she heard a sharp sound,

it was a sound she knew well,

a sound that had never really been so welcome,

as the mouth slid onto the top of her mound,

and other lips found her nipples,

and her neck,

she recognized the noise

of a bottle of champagne...

being opened..

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