The Story So Far
Cora has been shown her room at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure. Gone was the luxury of thick piled carpets and crystal chandeliers.
When she wasn’t quick enough to respond to a question – she had been bent over the rough wooden table, her long full skirt had been pushed up her back and her red pantaloons pulled down. A harsh strapping was applied to her bare bottom. After that first strapping she pleaded that she couldn’t take any more.
She heard a strange whirring sound – she swiveled her head round, trying to see what was the source of the noise – what she saw shocked her and filled her with dread.
Now read on…
In the poorly lit room, shadows danced about, sometimes closing in on her and then receding.
The whirring came from a strange looking contraption attached to the ceiling. It was a fan – its three wide blades were rotating hence the noise she could hear. However, attached to each blade was a thin, whippy cane.
As if that wasn’t frightening enough – the whole contraption was lowered to within a couple of feet above her. The whirring sound became quicker and louder and a cane attached to the blade made contact with her quivering bottom – thwack. Before she could draw breath to scream – the cane attached to the next blade had struck downwards – again sending her poor bottom into a frenzy of activity – gyrating and quivering.
The next cane came so quickly after the previous that all her senses were centred on the pain in her bottom. Her screams mingled with the whirring sound became a deafening roaring in her ears and she felt dizzy.
She must have passed out, because the whirring noise had stopped and she found herself lying face down on the bed.
There was movement around her. Gentle hands were rubbing something cool and soothing into her tortured bottom. It felt so good. The hand stroked her bottom in circles – starting from the centre of her quivering cheek, becoming an ever-widening circle, slim fingers touching her wet pussy then moving away again. This was repeated several times – but to her own surprise she felt a yearning, her engorged clit was throbbing – she wanted more.
Now the finger didn’t pull away but entered her love passage and began to finger fuck her. She heard a voice saying, ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop,’ and she realised she had spoken aloud.
However, the finger did withdraw and she felt distinct disappointment.
Then there was a whirring sound again. She opened her mouth to scream – a hand clamped over it – a hand smelling of some scented lotion. A soft voice hushed her like a baby – telling her not to be afraid.
The lips of her pussy were parted and she felt something cool and metallic enter her tight pussy – stretching the walls – it was withdrawn then plunged back into her aching pussy. In out, in out until involuntarily she realised she was raising her bottom to help it go ever deeper inside her.
It was so deep inside her, her vaginal muscles held it in place.
Then without warning she felt the waves of an orgasm building up inside her.
When the flogger fronds struck her bottom, curling round her hips – she felt a mini explosion inside her and she climaxed, wave after wave for what seemed like ages – when her orgasm finally stopped she felt exhausted.
The vibrator was withdrawn from her and a kiss was planted on each burning bottom cheek.
Now she was left alone.
Apart from her stinging bottom and still throbbing clit – it didn’t feel real – had she dreamt it all?
To be continued…