My Birthday Spanking · Part 1 (1/2)
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It’s Saturday night, and by now most girls are looking forward to have sex with the men (or women) in their lives. For most, that would be regular vanilla sex.
But not for me. Not anymore. Ever since my current boyfriend, Carl introduced me to the joys of bondage and discipline and made me his submissive. I now crave what I once considered perverted and degenerate.
My name is Sabah Jenkins, and tonight I’m twenty-six years old. I have black hair and eyes, I'm 5 foot 4 inches tall and weigh 120 lbs. I have a nice body, with modest breasts, a thin waist, and a firm bum.
My boyfriend, Carl Turner is thirty years old. He’s 6 feet tall, has blond hair and blue eyes, and weighs about 150 lbs. In spite of the fact that’s behind a desk all day, he keeps himself fit by exercise. His body is nicely muscled and toned, but not to excess.
I’m naked in a jail cell in his Playroom wearing nothing but a D-ring collar locked around my neck. Matching bracelets are locked onto my wrists and ankles, with a foot of chain linking them together. I’m wearing a pair of black three inch high heels on my feet; and those are locked as well. To prevent me from giving myself an orgasm without permission he has locked a chastity belt around my waist and between my legs.
Right now, I look and feel fantastic. It’s hard to believe, but I love wearing fetish and bondage gear. Being naked and in chains is a sexual turn on by itself; and the chastity belt prevents me from giving myself an authorized orgasm. Which is forbidden, and something that Carl would punish me for.
The chains I now wear give the most incredible feelings. I’m his prisoner, yet I feel free for the first time in my life. I can’t resist pulling my wrists apart to all of twelve inches, and trying with my fingernails to open the leather wrist cuffs. Nor can I resist walking, my steps limited by my ankle chain and the confines of the jail cell.
But it is the Chastity Belt locked upon my sex that is perhaps the greatest impediment to my freedom as a woman. Taking away the freedom to give oneself sexual pleasure is the ultimate punishment; equaling that of the whip which is something I am now familiar with as well.
My boyfriend and Master Carl has a very impressive Playroom. The basement of his house has three rooms, one of which he converted to entertain submissive women. He covered the walls in faux stone; soundproofed the entire basement; constructed a jail cell using parts that can be assembled (and taken apart if need be); and it has a ceiling chain; chains upon the walls; a horse; a wooden cage; a rack with whips; canes; and riding crops; and a bed in the back (for taking me after a session).
I’m staring at the image of myself in a mirror outside my cell, seeing myself as a chained, naked woman awaiting her fate with both anticipation and fear.
One year earlier we had been in his bedroom, with him wearing only a pair of briefs; and I was naked sitting next to him on the bed.
“I’d like to give you a birthday spanking, Sabah. Would you like that?” Carl asked.
“Yes,” I answered, “whatever you desire.”
“Good. How do you feel about sex?” Carl questioned.
“I like it, but I’ve felt that something was lacking. I’m tired of men treating me like a porcelain figurine. I told the last man that I was with that I wouldn’t break, but he still treated me like a fragile doll. I want a man who will use me and treat me like a woman,” I replied.
“That can be arranged, and I can be that man. Can you surrender yourself to me, obey my orders, be disciplined physically, and placed in bondage?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Before you enter the world of Bondage and Discipline,” he began, “one thing that you must know is that everything that we do is totally consensual. If you feel uneasy or uncomfortable with anything that will occur between us; you must tell me before we proceed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Carl.”
“Have you ever heard of a safe-word?”
“Yes, I’ve read “Fifty Shades,” I replied.
“Have you ever read “The Story of O?”
“I have a copy a friend gave me, but I haven’t read it as yet,” I answered.
“It’s quite a different story than “Fifty Shades”; but it’s important to realize that “O” is a willing accomplice in her own debasement. She totally consents to all of the torments that Rene and Sir Stephen ask of her.”
“I’ll definitely read it,” I replied.
I never thought I’d be discussing books while being totally naked with my new boyfriend. Maybe being naked while watching an Adult Video, but books?
“Choose your safe-word, please,” he asked.
“Stop.”
“That’s fine,” he answered.
“I want you to count each time I spank your bottom,” he ordered, “miss one, and I’ll start all over again.”
“Yes, Carl,” I answered.
“Yes, Sir. When you’re over my lap.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better, darling. Now I want you to get over my lap.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied as I draped myself over his lap, my bare bottom sticking up for his examination.
I felt his left hand begin to rub and fondle my bottom, squeezing each of my ass cheeks. Then I felt my buttocks being pried apart.
“Has any man ever used your bottom?” he asked.
“No, Sir,” I quickly answered.
“So you’re still a virgin back there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like me to take your bottom?”
“Only if you desire it, Sir,” I replied.
“That will be for another day,” he answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“For now, though, we shall begin with your birthday spanking. Prepare yourself,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered, and I complied.
I cautiously placed my hands behind my back, not knowing what was going to happen next. From the night-table drawer he removed a set of gleaming, stainless steel handcuffs.
“Ever wear handcuffs before?”
“No, Sir.”
“You will discover that being in chains can set you free,” he answered.
“Yes, Sir.”
He locked the cuffs upon my wrists, and I was now helpless and in bondage for the first time. I loved the new feelings coursing through my naked body. I instinctively tried to pull my wrists apart.
“Enjoying yourself?” Carl asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I quickly answered.
“Good, prepare yourself,” he said.
He held my chained wrists with his left hand, and then raised his right hand, and I knew that I was about to be spanked.
Crack. “One.”
Crack. “Two.”
Crack. “Three.”
Crack. “Four.”
Crack. “Five. Owwww.”
“No comments.” Carl ordered.
He was methodical in his work, smacking first one buttock, and then the other. I was sure that my bum was a nice shade of red; and every time I sat down for the next few days I’d be reminded of my spanking.
After just five strokes I knew that I was already wet between my legs, the combination of being restrained and punished was totally unlike anything that I had ever experienced before.
In addition, I could feel Carl’s hardening erection through his underwear. I looked forward to having his hard cock between my legs tonight in my quim.
Crack “Six.”
Crack “Seven.”
Crack “Eight.”
Crack “Nine.”
Crack “Ten.”
I wondered if Carl was going to go through with spanking me twenty-five times; but he showed no indication that he was going to stop. I was in no position to resist; since he was holding me firmly on his lap. Besides, I was already wet with desire. I wanted him to continue spanking me.
“I’d like to give you harder strokes. Do you consent?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
I was then rewarded with feeling his hand strike my bottom harder, and I enjoyed the sensation and mild pain.
Crack “Eleven.”
Crack “Twelve.”
Crack “Thirteen.”
Crack “Fourteen.”
Crack “Fifteen.”
Crack “Sixteen”
Crack “Seventeen”
Crack “Eighteen.”
Crack “Nineteen.”
“Are you all right, Sabah?” Carl asked, pausing in spanking my bottom.
“Yes, Sir.” I answered.
I have to admit that at first I was worried that he was going to hurt me. Instead the blows on my bum were modest. I knew that a good soak on Sunday would relieve the inevitable soreness, and that I would be able to go work on Monday morning.
“May I continue?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Crack “Twenty.”
Crack “Twenty-one.”
Crack “Twenty-two.”
Crack “Twenty-three.”
Crack “Twenty-four.”
Crack “Twenty-five.”
“There now, you may stand up,” Carl ordered.
Since my wrists were still locked behind my back, Carl helped me to my feet. I was a little shaky.
“I’m now going to release your wrists, Sabah.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.
In truth, I didn’t want him to release my wrists. I enjoyed feeling helpless.
“Want to see what you look like?” Carl asked, as he unlocked the handcuffs.
“Yes, please.”
“Please may I have my phone so I’ll be in control of the picture?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I walked to the dresser where I had placed my purse, and removed the phone. I turned it on, and handed it to Carl. I stood in front of him as he took a couple of pictures, and he handed the phone back to me.
“Wow.” I said, looking at my sore bottom, which was a fine, deep shade of red.
His strokes had started softly, mere taps on my buttocks. But they had slowly increased in intensity as my spanking had progressed.
“How do you feel?” Carl questioned.
“Horny,” I replied.
“Well, I think that we can do something about that,” he answered, and stood up from the bed.
In his underwear I could see that he still had an enormous erection. I shut the phone off and placed it back in my purse. Then I laid down on the bed, and opened my legs to expose my moist, wet sex.
“Please use me, Sir?” I asked.
“Yes, Sabah, I shall. But first, I want you up on your hands and knees on the bed, because I’m going to take you from behind.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
We had already used this sexual position once before, so it wasn’t new. In fact, I’d never had sex that way before with any other other man; and I found that I liked it. I had read that it touched my “G” spot from a different angle; giving me more satisfactory orgasms. Some of my girlfriends told me that it was their favorite sexual position; it made them feel like they were in an Adult Film.
“Before you get up on the bed, I’d also like you to put on your high heels. That way you can feel like a real tart tonight,” Carl instructed.
I had worn my sexiest pair of red four inch heels tonight for my birthday. Little did I know that I was going to wear them to bed besides dinner and drinks.
“Yes, Sir,” I quickly answered.
I placed my naked feet inside my red heels, then got up on the bed as ordered. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, and I felt like a real tart at that moment.
Carl then walked over to the night-table on the left side of the bed, opened the drawer and removed a box of condoms. He removed one, and then pulled his shorts down to expose his rigid shaft.
He then joined me on the bed from behind, and opened the foil packet. Carl then unrolled the latex on his hard, pulsing member. Then he placed his hands on my waist, and drove his massive organ into me in one thrust.
“Oooooh,” I moaned as he impaled me with his manly cock in my quim.
He withdrew, only to thrust again and again into my moist hot quim, driving me to ever greater heights of passion.
Each time that he impaled me, I would moan with both pleasure and pain. My bum was still a bit sore from the punishment that it had just received; so I was getting two conflicting sensations at once.
“Oooooooh,” Carl began to moan every time his shaft would penetrate me, and I would moan in unison with him, our cries of passion merging together in the bedroom.
Carl was right, being rogered from behind was a truly great idea. Never in my life did I have such good sex, and I had enjoyed being spanked and now fucked on my hands and knees. I imagined myself in the same position on the floor, with a collar locked around my neck and a chain leading to the bedpost.
With his firm hands holding onto my waist, Carl was able to impale me with each thrust. I felt each time within my naked body as his shaft drove deeply into me. Now this was a real man who knew how to please his woman.
I tried to match him thrust for thrust, but Cary held onto my waist and drove his shaft deep within me. We both moaned in unison; and I knew that he was close to climaxing within me.
“Oooooooooh,” Carl moaned, and suddenly I felt his hot come flood into the condom.
“Aaaaaaaah,” I shrieked as I came at the same time; our cries filling the bedroom together.
Carl exhaled, his body exhausted by the sexual efforts to give me the best fuck of my life. I had never been rogered so well before; nor ever taken from behind. He had been right; this was the best sexual position and I had the most satisfying climax a woman could want.
I felt his cock lose its erection, and he withdrew from my moist quim.
“That was great, Sir,” I said.
“You may lie back on the bed while I clean myself off in the bathroom,” Carl instructed me, his breathing still ragged from the intense sex and climax.
“Thank you, Sir,” I did as he told me, and I watched as he held the condom on his now flaccid organ as he got off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
In the intense afterglow of my climax, I had forgotten about my spanking. My bottom still smarted a little, but the pain was gone. If he had used a paddle on my bottom instead of his hand, I imagined that the damage would be a lot worse.
Since I knew that Carl was capable to doing me two or even three times in a night, my next sex would probably involve me getting pounded into the mattress.
It didn’t take Carl long to clean himself up in the bathroom and join me back in the bedroom. He had washed his cock of all traces of his come; and his formally hard shaft was now flaccid. I knew that I could bring it back to life by taking it in my mouth, but I knew that he needed a rest first.
He seated himself on the bed next to me. We were both totally naked, except that I was wearing my red fuck me high heels.
“How was it, Sabah?” Carl asked, with a grin on his face.
“Wonderful,” I answered, “I never did it that way before, now I think I want to be taken from behind every weekend, Sir.”
“Has any man ever taken your bottom hole?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then perhaps I shall be the first,” he answered.
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