Cont…

I watched Tom warily as he turned his chosen paddle over in his hands. His face had taken on that dark mask again and this time I knew what it was about. A frisson of excitement ran through me. He was unpredictable in this mood and that brought an edge to this spanking we hadn’t had before. I craved that. I wanted to feel his darkness wrap itself around me and sink into my mind and body.

‘Come here Gemma.’ So controlled and quietly spoken. I shivered and did as he asked. I slid off the desk and walked over to the pommel horse in the centre of the room. Surely it was too tall for me?

He laid the paddle down on the bench then turned his full attention to me. ‘I’ve changed my mind, I am going to cane you and I am going to hurt you Gemma, I mean, really hurt you. I need to know you won’t just keep taking it, I need to know you aren’t too damn stubborn to use your safe word if I go too far or it’s too much.’

I stared at him with owl eyes again. My insides were crawling with excitement and dread in equal measure. ‘I’ll tell you, I promise.’ My voice came out barely above a whisper.

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me against him. He took my mouth with his and plundered it, sucking me into him, climbing inside my mind, I could feel him taking all of me and I opened up to him and allowed him in. He growled against my mouth.

‘Fuck Gemma, be damned sure you want this baby, I won’t hold back, I can’t hold back any more.’ He was at war with his own desire.

‘I want this Tom, I need it. Don’t hold back baby, I can take it, I promise I will use my safe word if I can’t.’ I stroked his face and held my breath.

He nodded once, ‘Get undressed.’ He said and stood back to watch as I slid the dress off my shoulders and down my body. I stepped out of it and laid it on the bench. I unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms, removing it, placing it on top of the dress. His eyes raked my body as each part was revealed to him. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs allowing them to drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and bent to pick them up. He reached out and curved my bottom into his hand and smoothed the skin with his thumb. I paused, waiting to see if he spoke.

He removed his hand and I stood and placed my panties with the rest of the clothes.

‘Leave the shoes on and turn around to face the horse.’ He instructed quietly.

I did as I was told and he lifted me and placed my torso over the centre of the horse, My feet barely touched the floor and I stood on tiptoe. I felt him slide a heavy bracelet around first one ankle then the other. He came around to the front and attached cuffs to my wrists. He gripped my hair and lifted my head up to look at him.

‘I want to hear the pain Gemma.’ With that, he turned away from me.

Fuck he was in a dark place. His eyes were cold, black and empty of any of my Tom. I felt my first jolt of fear since we had started this. A second wave of fear hit when I saw him walk to the cane wall at the end of the room. He took a long time to select the one he wanted. He weighted it in his hand, he whipped it through the air to test it’s resistance and then he turned around. He was really going through with this. I started to tremble.

I couldn’t watch, I dropped my head down, closed my eyes and waited, my breathing was coming in shallow gasps, I had never been so fearful of a first stroke from a cane.

I had no idea if he wanted me to count, I had no idea how many strokes he would deliver. All I knew was he wanted to hear my pain.

When the first stroke landed it came so hard and fast across the centre of my cheeks I screamed with shock and then screamed again as the pain shot across my bottom exploding in a rush of searing heat.

‘Not loud enough Gemma. You can do better than that.’ He said as the second stroke landed immediately underneath the first. I howled and bucked, I was so restricted in this position I had nowhere to go.

The third stroke landed across the sit spot and I squealed so loud I hurt my own ears.

He grunted behind me, ‘That’s better.’ he muttered and delivered the fourth, fifth and sixth in an equally measured pace. Each one landing precisely above the last, each one carving it’s image into my soft flesh, biting me, whipping my mind as my body absorbed the pain and shock. I was openly crying, great big tears ran down my face. I was in a world of agony, the pain was so intense I thought he must have cut me.

Then the seventh stroke landed across the top of my thighs and the world went black for a moment as a never before known level of pain exploded across my thighs. I let out an ear piercing scream that went on for the longest moment. My mind went blank and I heard my own voice pleading and sobbing. ‘Please Tom, slow down, please… wait… let me…’

‘Save it Gemma, I only want to hear the pain or your safe word.’

The eighth stroke landed midway between my thighs and the middle of my bottom shortly followed by the ninth and tenth strokes one above one below. A band of red hot, searing pain shot across my cheeks and I screamed at the top of my voice. A constant unending scream that bounced off the walls and ricocheted through my mind.

The eleventh when it finally landed was softer and less cutting, but still elicited a squeal of pain from me and more tears. Floods of them.

The twelfth stroke creased my sit spot directly under the first stroke there. I physically lifted in shock at the pain. I tried to escape my binds, I was crying hysterically and howling.

And then without warning, I was being released from the cuffs and lifted down of that horrible horse.

Tom wrapped me in his arms and carried me over to a leather sofa.

He held me for the longest time, soothing me, stroking my hair, my back, my face. Everywhere he could touch, he stroked and poured soothing nonsense words over my shocked and traumatised mind. I sobbed my heart out, he handed me tissues, he wiped my face, he kissed me gently, I searched his eyes and he was my Tom once more and I relaxed inside. The fear and pain receded rapidly to be replaced by a bone deep throbbing. It settled in to my bottom and thighs like an old friend and I wriggled slightly on his lap. He reached behind him and opened a jar of cold cream.

‘Lie over my knee baby, let me apply the cream for you.’ His voice was so tender I could feel the tears welling up again.

I crawled over his lap and relaxed as his fingers worked the wonderful cold cream into my burning skin. I could smell the aloe as he worked it slowly and deeply covering every millimeter of branded skin.

Finally the throbbing settled into a more recognisable dull ache and I began to feel the beneficial side effects as they built alongside the heat and the insistent throb. I sat up in his lap and pulled his head down for a kiss.

It would be a good hour before we made our way back to the party but we both knew we had changed the shape of everything once again.

Graham’s 50th Celebrations Party. #2 The ‘Vanilla’ One!

So, this party was very stiff and proper by comparison to last night. Graham hadn’t mentioned his cane once and the spanking room was locked for the night. Don’t panic Naughty Nora! Tom is a key holder!(She wants to ‘see’ inside the spanking room!)

I only found this out when I gave Tom an unholy grin at the news the room was locked up! Tom held his keys up and gave me an even bigger unholy grin. Nuff said. Just once, it would be nice to get one step ahead of him. Tonight was not going to be that night.

Tom had given me a reprieve for two hours from the infernal vibrator thingy due to Sam being at the party with his new girlfriend and their two friends. Unfortunately for me, Sam was leaving now to spend the weekend with said girlfriend and friends! As soon as they left Tom activated the vibrator without warning.

I nearly jumped out of my skin! Two hours reprieve was not working in my favour. I had calmed everything down and now? Oh boy, pussy was doing a bloody song and dance routine! Trumpets, drums the whole nine yards! I groaned under my breath and tried to control my visible reactions.

I was standing talking to Gray about Sam when Tom appeared behind me, the vibrator changed it’s tempo to a long pulse and three shorter faster ones. He slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me back against him. The suction cup against my clit was suddenly ramped up to full and I could see starbursts setting off behind my eyelids! Then the vibrator began slow thrusting against my g spot! Gray watched in great amusement as my eyes went wide and my body twitched and jumped and he burst out laughing.

Well I’ll be damned, you two are like a couple of wild cats on heat! I’m gonna leave you to it! He hugged me, grinned at Tom and wandered off in search of Todd.

Tom took my hand and led me over to a big recliner in the corner of the room away from the main body of people chatting in there. He pulled me down on his lap, wrapped his big arms around me and began whispering in my ear in his low rumbling voice.

‘Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now? I want to take you outside to a spot just behind the staging, bend you over and fuck you until you scream with painful pleasure and you’re reduced to tears. You would have an audience to feed your naughty exhibitionist and I would happily strip you naked and show you off at your wildest to all of them. All you have to do is nod and I will fill you with every inch of me until there’s no space left between us baby, I want to slide my cock so far inside you it fills you right to the top.’

My mind exploded with hungry images. I groaned deeply and wriggled on his lap. ‘Not fair Tom, stop it,’ I gasped. ‘This thing is driving me insane as it is!’ I could barely speak I was so hot and horny for him. Hunger for him was raging through me and I didn’t know how to stop it.

He chuckled and his eyes were full of dark lust. He meant business tonight. He was going all out to make me fail the task he’d set. ‘No restrictions on me baby, I want to see how hard it is for you to control your urges under pressure, I’m gonna make damn sure you can’t.’

His hand was stroking my bottom and thigh and sending messages to pussy to ramp up her sirens song. I curled into his chest and focused on my breathing. This was going to end badly for me, I was so close to the edge it wasn’t even funny!

An elderly couple entered the room and sat on the sofa adjacent to our chair, they were in hearing distance if they chose to overhear our conversation. Tom started again with the whispering, ‘performing for an audience of one this afternoon was hot baby, want to try it out in a room full of unsuspecting people? I can slip out that vibrator and replace it with my fingers for you. First one, then two, you know you like all four…’

FUCK ME! My mind was melting! Flashbacks to hot tubs, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, offices, lounge… every damned room in my house plus a few places outside too! Images tumbled through my mind of him taking me over the edge and watching me fall into one orgasm after another, then catching me at the bottom to take me straight back up and start all over again.

I let out a long strangled moan and buried my face into his neck pleading with him to stop. My insides were physically hurting and pussy was throbbing heavily and wetter than I can ever remember her being as I held back the waves of sheer ecstasy trying to break free.

He chuckled against my skin, ‘that was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear baby, you on the edge?’

I lifted hungry eyes to his, ‘what do you think? this is slow torture Tom. I am desperate to come and I can’t!’ I kept my voice low and husky, two could play at his game. My hand had slipped down between our bodies and I stroked my fingers along the solid ridge of his erection. He growled low but didn’t stop me. I ran featherlight strokes back and forth along the full length of his trapped member and he shifted in the seat to relieve the pressure of his pants against his skin.

He caught my mouth with his own and turned my body into him trapping my hand between us. We heard rather than saw people coughing with embarrassment as they left the room. Only the elderly couple remained when we came up for air.

The man leaned across to Tom and tapped him on the knee. ‘That’s a hell of a show you two are putting on for us young Tom. We can feel the heat all the way over here!’ His grin was huge and I realised I knew who he was, he was Gray’s Dad! OMG! we were giving Gray’s Parents a free sex show! Jesus!

Tom laughed out loud and said ‘Can you blame me Morris?’

Morris’s laughter bellowed out and rang in my ears, his wife physically jumped at his side and punched him in the ribs! ‘You stop that racket right now Morris and leave Tom and his girl alone! I think we need to leave them be!’

She leaned across and patted me on the thigh, ‘I remember feeling like you do right now, Morris was a bull of a man in his prime. You enjoy it while you can!’ She smiled widely at me and dragged Morris out behind her, scolding him for making her jump!

Tom was laughing uncontrollably now and I punched him in the arm. ‘Stop it you! Oh.My.God! Gray’s parents, Tom! You could have picked strangers at least!’

He was still laughing as he slid his hand under the edge of my dress and cupped my bottom and squeezed my flesh hard. ‘There are no strangers here for me Gem, I know all of them and they aren’t as straight laced as you may think. They just need time to loosen up.’

I wriggled against his grip, another shot of pure pleasure arrowed through to pussy and I knew I wasn’t holding out much longer. The vibrator had begun to heat my insides as well as thrust continually against my g-spot. I was in a world of trouble as I realised I wanted desperately to come right now and I had no problem with taking my punishment. It wasn’t like I didn’t like being spanked was it? My ‘fuck the rules brain’ was taking over!

It was like he could read my mind. The vibrator stopped, the suction stopped and my brain flipped that damned switch again to ‘oh no not right now then.’ I growled at him and reached down for the remote in his hand. ‘Give me that damned thing before you kill me off!’

‘Uh uh baby, this part belongs to me. Besides, you were too close. I could feel your body tensing against me. Looks like you were pushing for a spanking that time!’ He was stroking my ass and his fingers found their way up to the little vibrator cup.

‘Relax for me and let it go,’ he murmured. I was more than happy to comply. He removed the vibrator and dropped it into his jacket pocket. I breathed a sigh of relief against his chest.

I sat up and looked at him, ‘You done torturing me now baby?’ I asked sarcastically. Somebody, anybody, tell me to keep my big mouth shut! Please!

‘No baby, I just decided I wanted to take it’s place.’ He chuckled as he nuzzled my neck while his fingers slid inside me and began stroking, reaching much further in than the small vibrator had. I groaned loudly, I couldn’t fight this, he knew exactly how to touch me to make me come. He had that half smile curling his lip as his dark eyes held mine trapping me in his gaze. He was climbing in my head and I couldn’t stop him. He slid his thumb forward and rubbed the rough pad over my engorged clit. I shuddered hard against him, my eyes were as big as saucers as I watched his lip curl back in a lazy snarl, my mouth formed an O as the shock waves raged through me without warning! I came so damned hard on his fingers I let out a loud feral growl as I dropped my head on his shoulder and bit his neck hard. He thrust up harder and I clamped down on him locking his fingers inside me, he thrust against my tight muscles pushing me right over into the waiting abyss.

‘Come on baby give me all of it, you know you got more.’ He murmured, locking his gaze with mine. I bucked against him sobbing. ‘Oh yeah, that’s it Gem, right there, I can feel you gripping me, let it go baby…’ He whispered encouragement and drove me wild with renewed hunger.

I felt the tears stream down my face at the power of the waves ripping through me. I gripped the front of his shirt in my fists as my body rocked against his thrusting fingers. Wave after wave rolled with each new thrust. I was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. I wailed, I bucked hard against him and he gripped me and held me fast as I came again and again. I was utterly wrecked!

Tom held me tight until the shock waves receded and I could breathe properly again. ‘We will be doing this again and again tonight baby until I have wrung you out. That was mind blowing to watch.’ He said huskily as he kissed my face, my lips, I felt his erection jump beneath my thigh as he tasted my salty tears on his tongue. He growled low and deep and it rumbled up through his body till I felt it pass under my hands pressed to his chest.

Suddenly we were upright and I was caught in his grip as he tugged me along to a door on the far side of the room. He took out a bunch of keys and quickly inserted one in the lock and the door swung open. Tom looked down at me with the darkest expression in his eyes I’ve ever seen. He pulled me into the room with him and locked the door behind him leaving the key in the lock on the inside.

I looked around me and realised, we were in the spanking room (We’ve arrived Nora, pay attention honey! :P)

I had never been in this room until now! Gray had only had it done a couple of months ago after Todd complained that he couldn’t concentrate on his work with all the howling going on from Gray’s caning activities! This room had previously been the gym and its size made it perfect for a spanking room. No expense had been spared from the look of things.

There was a huge old brown leather pommel horse taking centre stage in the middle of the room with cuffs and bracelets attached on short chains at strategic points. A large spanking bench was set off to one side of the horse with a smaller one on the other side that was not too dissimilar to the one in our shed! Not a wild ride to guess where Tom had gotten the idea from now! There were various desks, wooden tables, benches and stools dotted around the room all with strategically placed locking cuffs attached and bolted to the floor. On the walls there was row upon row of every kind of strap, leather paddle, belts of every thickness, rolled bullwhips, leather floggers, wooden paddles that ranged from the size of a hairbrush to the Jokari paddle and everything in between. There were synthetic strips, paddles and synthetic canes (oh my they looked mean). Three different sized birches, crops, a whole row of different sized tawse that made my eyes water just looking at them and then on a wall of their own, Gray’s canes. 30 of the most evil looking, thinnest, whippiest canes all different sizes that I have ever laid eyes on. Beneath the canes was a shelf loaded with every kind of lotion and potion ever used either to heat up or cool down a spanked or caned bottom! The whole room had been sound proofed and the walls were covered in rich brown leather panels. The seating around the room was luxurious. Gray had a thing for old leather and he could afford the best. It was reflected in this tastefully put together room of torture!

In the corner stood a set of stocks. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw those and I was suddenly very grateful that Tom had taken my discipline over from Gray!

Tom had remained silent the whole time I had stood there inspecting the room and the myriad of contents. My jaw had dropped open at the sight of so many strange and wonderful, very painful looking spanking implements all in one place. I turned to face him with owl eyes.

He smiled, did I mention he had a really dark edge to his mood? Well it had gotten much darker since we entered this room let me tell you. I felt a shiver of apprehension run through me as he reached for me. I went to him willingly, I had settled this spanking in my head the moment I had let my orgasm consume me. I knew I was in for a sound spanking come what may. He never made empty threats.

‘Are you going to cane me Tom? My voice was barely above a whisper. The tension between us was palpable. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing was shallow with nerves. I didn’t really know or understand where he went in his head when he was like this and usually it meant I was in for a sexual marathon with him of epic proportions and not normally a spanking.

‘No Gem, I’m not caning you. I would love to be able to, but I don’t trust that I won’t do you serious damage.’ His voice was tight as a whip and his jaw was set rigid with tension!

‘Are you going to spank me?’ I asked searching his face for an answer, more to fill the tight silence that had settled around us in the room than to know what my fate was.

He grunted once, he was wound tighter than a coiled spring and I was raised up in his big arms and carried over to the desk across one corner. It was leather topped and old as the hills. He sat me down on the edge of it and ran his fingers lightly up the inside of my bare legs to my inner thigh and then across pussys swollen lips.

‘I want to give you pain Gem,’ he said quietly, more to himself than me, he was lost in his own thoughts. ‘I want to make you cry.’ His voice was heavy and dark and husky and I shivered as he turned his gaze onto me.

‘I wish I knew where this comes from, I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. I want to physically hurt you until you use your safe word. I want to see where your limits are baby. It is driving me insane, daily, feeling like this and then pulling it back so far and only going as hard as I think you can take. I want to know what you can take. I want to break in and reveal your vulnerability and lock it on the surface so you can’t hide it away again. I want that so bad, it scares the shit out of me. ‘ His breathing was ragged and his expression raw.

I reached up and stroked his face. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into me, he leaned down and stole my breath completely with a kiss that seemed endless. I fumbled with his belt and released it, I made short work of the button and zipper of his pants and finally I reached for his rigid cock and stroked it from tip to base and back again. He groaned and grabbed my hips, his fingers pushed aside my panties and he lifted me onto him and thrust up in one movement. His words from earlier weaving their way through my mind, he was filled with so much passion, emotion and hunger he wanted to physically break me with it all. He pounded into me, his thick cock stretching me to my limit, filling me up completely, impaling me, hurting me exactly how I needed it, but I wanted more from him, I pushed against him harder and snarled at him, grabbing at him, biting his skin where I could connect. He roared and flipped me over the edge of the desk and rode me so hard I saw stars, I lost my breath, I was screaming and crying and then I felt my whole body go rigid as another huge orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave. I collapsed onto the desk as he continued to rough ride me harder and faster until he snarled and thrust so hard I thought he might rupture me. He pumped his seed so deeply it heated my stomach, he was wild as he continued to thrust and spill himself into me for what felt like forever. Slowly, very slowly he began to sooth me, stroking my back, leaning over me, mumbling soft words against my hair. Kissing my neck as he brought me up to him again and turned me in his arms. He kissed my face, absorbed my tears and wrapped me up in his arms so tightly I could barely breathe. I had no idea what the hell was going on with him but I also didn’t want this to stop.

Eventually he lifted his head up of my shoulder and I saw my Tom in his eyes. The darkness was gone, spent, for now. I stroked his face and kissed him.

‘People are gonna be wondering where we’ve disappeared to.’ I mumbled against his mouth.

He laughed a short laugh, ‘they are gonna have to wonder baby, you still have a good hard spanking to get through.’

The look on my face must have been priceless!

He left me sat on the desk and walked to the wooden paddle section of the wall.

‘We’re still doing this Tom? But I thought… I mean… you…’

He turned to me and showed me the paddle he had chosen for my ass’s demise.

‘You broke the rules baby. Now you have to pay… assume the position sweetheart, this is gonna hurt.’

to be continued…

As parties go for me, Gray’s could be classed as a huge success. I hadn’t gotten into much trouble, made a fool of myself, or caused an argument (much). Go me! I had got a bruised bottom however, courtesy of Gray’s rash announcement to the room that I could take a caning from him better than any of his exes! After that little pearl of information came out, my bottom received so much attention from the Caning and Spanking community present, I spent more time yelping than I did talking. My poor bottom was swatted, squeezed, and slapped every time I moved!

My main problem was that my dress had turned me into a moving target! Some commented that the ‘red under the dress’ attire made them feel a need to stroke my bottom! I was beginning to feel like a bloody Therapy Dog! Come stroke my ass and feel wonderful instantly!
It kept Tom highly amused for the better part of the evening! Especially as he was receiving one request after another to loan me out for a spanking/caning session! Thankfully, he gracefully declined all offers!

I took it all in good part for the main, but one woman really did push her luck a little too far and walloped me hard on both cheeks! I spun around and snarled at her and Graham quickly stepped in to guide her off into a different room where her particular brand of needs could be met more ably! Don’t ask, there was so much going on at this party it was very much an anything goes kind of gig. Like I said, a room for every kind of people with a special room for Gloria and her crew! But that is most definitely another story! Out of all of the women there, I think I liked Gloria’s approach best! At least she was tongue in cheek about it!

Tom had his own problems too, and because he had found my situation so hilarious I was less inclined to want to rescue him. If I left his side someone would instantly take my place. So I purposely left his side frequently and would then stand back and watch the parade! When I say someone, I mean, men and women alike. He was like a giant honey pot and they were all fluffy tailing him, buzzing around him, draping themselves over him. He stunk of a mixture of women’s perfume and a variety of men’s cologne. Not a pleasant mix for my nose but hey, he had it coming!

Things finally came to a head when a very drunk but lovely gay man called Colin decided that Tom was in the closet and he was going to out him by showing him the pleasures he was denying himself. He draped himself over Tom and began groping his crotch. Oh Boy! Both Todd and myself had to step in quickly on that one. Tom had yanked Colin up in the air by the scruff of his neck and looked ready to murder him! It did nothing to cool Colin’s ardour! ‘Magnificent!’ Colin kept giggling excitedly! I stepped in and calmly talked Tom down from his murderous intentions, he eventually dropped Colin who landed in a heap at my feet. Todd quickly led him away to pour a large amount of coffee down his neck and sober him up some!

Todd and I declared we had life saving abilities after that one! Tom was not amused.

Tom declared he was making himself off limits for the rest of the evening and evicted a young man from a large leather armchair and took it for himself. He pulled me down into his lap and there I stayed for pretty much the rest of the night which passed without event as we sat and listened to Gray entertain everyone with his stories.

So, now I’m sitting at my dressing table removing my make up and Tom is behind me distracting me with his big hands. He leaned in to kiss my neck and my nose was assaulted with the pungent mix of cologne and perfume! I recoiled and he was instantly alert.

‘What was that?’ He said quietly.

I grinned at him, ‘you smell like a well used hand bag! You stink of perfume and cologne!’

‘Just proves you should have come and rescued me more often.’ He laughed at my crinkle nosed expression. ‘I’ll go shower baby. Keep the dress on until I get back, and the lipstick. I have a task for you that requires both.’

I raised an eyebrow but didn’t think to question his instructions.

10 minutes later he appeared before me, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his hips. I had taken up residence on the sofa by now and oh my, he was a sight to see. All glistening damp muscles, and predatory intent in every move.

I leaned forward and tugged at his towel letting it fall from my fingers to reveal his magnificent cock, fully aroused and glistening with precum at its tip. I glanced up at his face with hunger in my eyes.

His new rule since the maintenance spanking was that I had to ask for permission from him before I could touch his cock or taste his precum. I had absolutely no problem at all with that and I framed my words carefully, ‘please can I taste you baby?’

He smiled just that one request made me instantly submissive to him, his mood became dark and intense, ‘I have a task for you to complete. Kneel on the floor.’ I dropped a cushion on the wood floor and knelt in front of him, ‘Take all of my cock down to the base and if you leave a lipstick ring at the base I’ll give you multiple orgasms tonight. You have a maximum of three attempts to do it. If you don’t, you’ll remain dressed until you achieve it and you will get a good hard spanking for failing and no orgasms. I won’t be helping you in any way. Do you understand Gem?’

I nodded my head and said quietly, ‘I understand.’ I raised my hand and wrapped my fingers around his engorged cock. Firmly fixed in my mind was the thought that as I work his cock with my tongue, my mouth, my teeth, he gets bigger. I couldn’t afford to do that. I would never take him all the way in! His girth is huge. My hand won’t close around him. I need two hands. He’s a good 10″ in length. I have never been able to take all of him completely. I was going to have to rely on my gag reflex behaving perfectly if I was going to pull this off.

I slid my mouth over the tip and tasted his precum on my tongue, and I realised I would have my own kind of payment for this as I went along. I slid my mouth back again but did not release him. If I did, that would count as one attempt. My usual worship of his cock would include a lot of head play. It drove him wild and would make him thrust his cock deep into my mouth. He wasn’t doing that this time, I had no help. I didn’t care, I adore his cock, I adore the way he stretches my mouth to its limit, filling me with his salty taste. Feeling the pulsing veins around his shaft rough against my tongue. I would have to forgo my sensation play to achieve the goal but I would have what I wanted later, I would make sure of it. I slid my mouth along his shaft, withdrawing then plunging him deeper each time I drew him in, until he was right to the back of my throat and I could feel my gag reflex kicking in.

I breathed slowly and steadily as I waited for it to pass and then I slid him further down until I felt my lips touch the flat skin of his groin. I pushed once more to make the contact complete and I pressed my painted lips against his skin and left a perfect ‘O’ of lipstick there. I withdrew all the way to the tip and began to work him properly. He hadn’t told me I couldn’t and damn it I was taking my prize. I worked his cock hard, I sucked his tip until precum flowed like a river from it, I lapped and sucked until he gripped my hair and began to rock his hips thrusting himself into my mouth, holding my head still as he took his pleasure and rode the wave to a huge climax. He growled deeply as he shot his creamy load down the back of my throat and pulsed and throbbed and thrusted until he was done. He let go of my hair and I withdrew from him. I raised my eyes to his waiting for his approval. He grinned a really dark grin at me that had me so wet instantly I thought I might actually cum.

He turned away from me and inspected my lip work around the base of his cock in the mirror. It was a perfect cherry red O. Damn I’m good!

He thought so too. The admiration in his tone was enough for me. He turned to face me again and held my chin between his fingers and lifted my gaze to his. Lust, pure unadulterated lust shone from his eyes. ‘Well done baby, I thought it may take two attempts at least. I expect you to do it every time. Stand up for me and turn around.’
I did as he asked, he stepped up behind me, wrapping me in his own musky scent that was pure Tom and my senses went into overload. His fingers stroked my lips and smeared my lipstick from my mouth and down to my chin. He unzipped my dress and allowed it to slide down my body until it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and he scooped it up and threw it on the sofa.

‘Turn around baby,’ he murmured huskily, I turned in his arms and he lifted me and threw me gently onto the bed. His fingers slid and played and tweaked my skin everywhere. He smoothed his hands over the silky material of my lingerie dipping and sliding his fingers beneath the fabric, and he played with me for hours. Eventually I took his length inside me and I disappeared into a fog of sensations I thought I may never come out of.

Finally, exhausted, impaled on his cock, cradled in his arms his heart beating a tattoo against my cheek I slept the sleep of the truly satisfied on his chest.

Nb.

As an aside to this post, before I finally fell asleep I asked Tom why I had been made to keep the dress on for the task, and his response was this.

‘I have been wanting to see you on your knees in that dress with my cock down your throat and your cherry red lips pressed against my skin from the moment I saw it in the window of the shop. The dress was integral to the image. The lipstick is a fantasy I have harboured for a very long time and you are the only woman I’ve ever known who I wanted to carry out that fantasy for me.

All evening I have watched as one after the other of Gray’s friends has tried to touch you, tried to tempt you away for a spanking, one guy even offered to pay £5k for me to let him cane you. 3 guys wanted to fuck you in every hole and would have paid big money so they could. 5 women offered their bodies to both of us for a threesome. Gloria said she would have spanked you until the moon fell out of the sky and Graham said you in that dress had given him a semi hard on. It’s the most turned on by a woman he’s ever gotten. Even Todd who is the campest guy I’ve ever met said that you in that dress should carry a government health warning. Stuart couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it or his eyes off you all night.

Out of all those sexed up people, the only man you had eyes for was me. You wore what I wanted you to wear, you looked the way I wanted you to look and you behaved the way I wanted you to behave. And all because I told you that was what I wanted.

Does that answer your question baby?’

I was staring at him wide eyed and all I could do was nod. A minute later I was fast asleep.

Graham’s 50th Celebrations! Party #1. (cont)

The party was in full swing, I had had two glasses of red, and I was relaxed! Who knew I could do that? Go me! Yeah, yeah, I know two very large glasses of red wine will do that for you. I didn’t care, the adrenalin rush I had every time someone new arrived was enough to scare the effects of the alcohol away! I was stone cold sober AND I was relaxed. I hate parties!

Anyway, a noisy debate between 4 of Graham’s exes was currently occupying everyone’s attention in the room . The subject was who had taken the harshest/longest caning from Graham in one session. They were batting numbers back and forth and I was laughing at them trying to out do each other. Tom and Todd (Gray’s partner) were grimacing at the numbers they were throwing around like gold medals! Graham chose that moment to come in from mingling in the other room, he leaned down and kissed Todd briefly before he sat down and joined in with the debate.

‘You’re all wrong you know.’ He said as they tried to one up each other. They fell silent and I chuckled, I knew that tone of voice, it could strike fear in the heart of the fearless, even Tom broke off from his conversation with Todd to listen.

Jason jumped up and waded in bravely, ‘No I’m not Gray! I took 24 full strength no holds barred strokes in one session from you and a paddle spanking that lasted for 15 minutes! I could barely sit down for two weeks! Everyone else is max 20!’ Jason is a pouter, and he pouted beautifully as he stood there, hip cocked, arms folded and lips pouting. In someone’s world, that look may have got him away with murder, in Graham’s world, it was more likely to earn him a swift caning! Everyone held there breath waiting to see what Graham would do next.

He laughed out loud at Jason’s posturing and then quite suddenly turned it off and said sternly, ‘Sit down Jason, you have no claim. None of you do. There is one person in this room that outranks all of you, and let me tell you, I spanked and caned her on two consecutive nights, full force, no holds barred. And just so we are clear, she took 24 strokes the first night and 30 the second night plus a strapping and a 45 minute spanking with a number of different implements!’

See me? I’m sitting there innocently scanning the bloody room for this awe inspiring woman with a no limits pain threshold! I was having flashbacks to the many canings and spankings I had taken from Graham over the past few years and my bottom was tingling with remembered pain!

Everyone was looking around for her! Tom burst out laughing as he caught Gray’s eye!

‘What’s tickled you?’ I said surprised.

‘Oh Gem you are priceless baby! He’s talking about you and you’re sitting here looking for the woman he’s talking about!’

‘Me?’ I squeaked! yeah it’s a thing, I squeak sometimes. I don’t know what that’s about, but it’s the only way to describe how I sound. And then I remembered! (See : An explanation (of sorts) and a shock! and Two Alpha Males, One Spanking Machine and One Very Sore Bottom.)

Graham was laughing now too. He came over and pulled me up to my feet and presented me like a prize fighter at a heavy weight boxing championship fight! ‘I present the winner of the Highest pain threshold in Graham’s stable! Gemma, darling, take a bow.’

I was crimson with embarrasment as I looked around at the four men staring at me in open mouthed shock.

I mumbled something and then immediately sat down so close to Tom I looked like I was trying to climb inside him. His big arm came around me and hugged me to him.

‘Not doing well under the microscope baby?’ He muttered, as he hugged me.

‘I’m just bloody embarrassed is all.’ I said a little sulkily. Tom twisted a little so he could see me properly, ‘Look at me’ he said quietly.

I raised my eyes to his. ‘do not go into a sulk lady, or we will be having a chat with you over my knee in the other room.’ His voice was stern enough that I snapped out of my sulk and smiled at him. ‘Sorry baby.’ Yeah, I know, submissive aren’t I? Ha! I just know when to quit sometimes is all!

Jason and the others changed the conversation to other things and the room resumed its general babble. I relaxed again. It was a good party, there was a room for every different kind of person to be in and have a good time. Those who wanted to be raucous were encouraged to go out on the deck and party wildly out there with the music cranked up high. The rest of us had the run of the house, there were at least 150 people there so there was plenty going on. A large group of people joined us in the main lounge and suddenly I was being squashed between Tom and a very large lady who had taken up two cushions on the sofa!

Within minutes she was patting her hand on my thigh and stroking my leg. I stared at her meaty paw as she stroked my thigh. ‘I saw you earlier when you arrived with the beefcake. You look gorgeous darling, that dress hugs your bottom beautifully! Just ripe for a firm spanking!’

Oh fuck!! Not a chance in hell!

I tugged Tom’s arm, ‘I want to sit on your lap baby,’ I whispered, I’m getting crushed and propositioned!’ He looked down at me laughing at my wide eyed scared bunny stare.

‘You want Gem?’ He said with a raised eyebrow. I caught his meaning and swallowed my pride, ‘I mean please may I?’ I stammered out hurriedly, the woman’s paw was now groping my behind and squeezing my right cheek hard! He smirked a little at my immediate capitulation and he nodded. I hastily stood and he parted his long legs, I chose the leg furthest away from the meaty pawed lady with the lewd suggestions and groping hands!

I sat down with my legs dangling between his and my hip and thigh resting along his groin. I was far enough away from her now and was happy! She less so but she smiled at me and winked, ‘I don’t mind a threesome gorgeous, he looks like he can handle himself too.’
My face must have been an absolute picture because Tom burst out laughing as he turned to her and said, ‘Come on Gloria, behave yourself, you’re frightening my lady!’ She grinned at him, leaned across and planted a big smacker of a kiss on his mouth and then got up and did the same to me!

‘It’s the red under the dress gorgeous! It’s like a written invitation to do naughty things with you and lord knows I would be happy to do Tom too, anytime he wanted!’ With that she walked away laughing, hopefully onto her next unwitting victim!
‘That was all your fault you know!’ I said as I poked him lightly in the chest. He raised that infernal eyebrow at me again ‘How’s that?’ he said.

‘You told me to wear the red under the dress! You knew this would happen!’ I feigned a pout.

He grinned unrepentantly as his fingers brushed the side of my breast in slow strokes. ‘Got you on my knee though didn’t it?’

I laughed and wriggled a little on his lap, pussy was definitely awake now and Tom growled as he buried his face against the side of my neck nipping the sensitive skin there. ‘Keep still woman!’ He muttered as he wrapped his big arms around me. I smiled a wicked little smile that made his voice turn husky.

You’ll pay for it later baby, I promise.’ His eyes were predatory again and I revelled in his hot stare. His gloriously hard cock was now throbbing beneath my butt cheek and pussy was singing along to the beat. Things were definitely looking up!

And then Stuart came in. I froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights! I had convinced myself he wasn’t coming. It was after 9pm, I figured he would come tomorrow night with his wife instead.

He stood in the doorway and cast a lazy glance around the room until his eyes rested on me.

‘Gemma!’ He boomed across the room. Tom’s head snapped up from my neck and I could feel every muscle in his body tense.

‘It’s just Stuart’ I said, much more calmly than I felt.

‘I know, I met him earlier this afternoon.’ He said tightly. He didn’t miss my look of surprise. I had no idea they had met each other, which led me to wonder what the hell had been said that had obviously resulted in keeping Stuart away from me for the past 2 plus hours!

Stuart strode over to us and pulled me from Tom’s lap into a giant bear hug. ‘How are you darling?’ He asked pulling away a little to look at me. ‘You look good enough to eat in this dress! Very daring style for you!’

I extracted myself from his hold and sat back down on Tom’s knee. I ignored his comment about the dress and answered with a very polite, ‘I’m good, how are you?’ My insides were doing somersaults and I could feel myself trembling. Tom sat up straighter and loosely wrapped his body around me protectively,

Stuart’s eyes narrowed at Tom’s possession of me but he kept it surface. ‘I’m great darling, are you here tomorrow night too? I’ll be bringing my wife with me to that party. You’ll love her! She reminds me a lot of you except she’s probably better behaved.’ He said laughing at his own snide remark. He thought he’d scored a hit. I could see it in his face, he thought he could upset me. Callous bastard was in for a shock!

I smiled a huge relaxed smile and said, ‘I’m so happy I finally get to meet her! I confess I did wonder why there was no invite to the wedding after 25 years of friendship, but hey I understand, you obviously took the easy road out! I believe you’ve met my partner, Tom?’ I looked between the two men and continued smiling.

Fuck you Stuart! I thought. and I wondered when he had gotten that mean streak. Tom sat back and pulled me with him so I was almost laying on his big chest. My trembling stopped and I suddenly realised I didn’t have anything to worry about. I leaned in and kissed Tom full on the lips and he responded beautifully. By the time we had broken the kiss Stuart had left the room.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur of laughter and recounting of spanking stories, as one by one each of Graham’s exes gathered around Tom and myself to ask about that spanking and caning session. Graham happily filled in the missing details from my account and then held court as he regaled us all with his many spanking and caning stories. He stopped short of talking about Tom’s brief but painful experience with him. I think we were both relieved about that.

By 1am I was dropping asleep on Tom’s chest and he rumbled something to Gray about taking me home. I barely remember getting back to my house but I do remember, in glorious detail, what happened once we closed our own front door.

But, that’s for part 4.