Part 3 – The Countdown
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He leaves me on the floor, legs splayed and feeling like a puddle of goo. As the endorphins from my climax ease, the dark becomes the punishment it is, and I anxiously become aware of my nudity. I wrap my arms around myself, hoping for some… I don’t know what. A way to make this feel like I’m not on display. Which I very much am.
“Oh, Pussy Cat. Are you overwhelmed?” His tone is mocking and not at all a relief.
“She looks cold, Sir. Maybe we should warm her up?”
He chuckles, a dark, humorless laugh, then replies, “Mmm, good idea, kitten. Do you think this will do the trick?”
“Oh, Pussy Cat is a lucky girl,” kitten says, hands clapping. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s jumping up and down with glee.
Hands surround my upper arms and pull me to full height. My bottom lip trembles, but calloused fingertips smooth the shakes away. The gesture is tender despite his previous words.
“Have you ever been spanked, Pussy Cat?” my hunk of neighbor asks me. In the black void created by the blindfold, a sudden vision of being bent over, his large hands massaging, caressing, and striking my ass has me rubbing my thighs together. I shake my head slightly in reply.
“But the idea entices you, I see.” I can hear his smile as he says the words. Afraid to use my voice, I give a single nod.
“None of that now, Pussy Cat. I need your consent.”
“Yes. The idea entices me.” I say, barely above a whisper. He hears me though and pulls me towards him. The warmth of his nude flesh against mine turns my chill to a blistering heat, starting in my core and spreading to my limbs. My heart pounds inside my chest, the staccato echoing in my ears.
When my smooth thighs come in line with his, he grasps a handful of my hair and leads me to bend over him. His semi-erect cock prods my belly, and I take pride in knowing my surrender arouses him.
“Place your hands on the floor, Pussy Cat, so you can stay in place and don’t lose your balance.” I do so quickly, appreciating the stability it gives.
“This is the deal. Bad girls get spanked. For spying on me and kitten here, and who knows how many others, you’ll receive fifty lashes. I’m going to warm up your beautiful round ass with my bare hand.” He pauses for effect, and rightly so. A drop of moisture escapes my core, wetting my already moist cunt.
“When you’re primed and ready, I’m switching to a paddle for the remainder. It’s leather-padded in a lovely shade of blue, so the blows won’t be as hard as a solid piece of wood. But it will leave a mark and sting with each smack. What is your safeword, Pussy Cat?”
It takes a moment for me to recall what he’s asked. It finally comes to me, and I murmur “Hippopotamus.”
“Good girl. Ready?” Not even close, but I say yes as the term good girl turns my insides to mush. How odd.
His free hand rests on my lower back, a single digit rhythmically stroking, comforting my jumbled nerves. As my breathing slows, his palm comes down sharply, the smack of flesh on flesh echoing around me. Immediately, he’s soothes away the burn, spreading the fire and pushing it inside. My pussy clenches at the unfamiliar sensation, another gush of fluid flowing down each thigh.
“Oh, and Pussy Cat, I want you to do a countdown. For every number you miss, you’ll get an additional lash.”
“Fifty.” I say quickly with a breathless sigh.
His hand comes down again, on the other cheek. Once more, his rough hand comforts the dull ache.
“Forty-nine.” I hiss, the f drawn out.
He repeats his actions- a slap followed by a gentle touch- alternating sides. When I have reached 30, he sinks two fingers into my heat, timing his push with a smack, his pull with a tender rubbing. Within minutes my arousal is at an all-time high and before I know it, I’ve reached 16 -only almost missing a number twice- when a new sensation rocks my behind.
“Fifteen.” I say with a yelp. The echo of the paddle sounds like thunder compared to the slap of his hand. The wood surface covers a larger area, burns much more, making me squirm. He pulls his fingers out brusquely, leaving me empty and devoid. I moan, the shallow sound turning to a groan when he decorates my ass with a second smack.
“Fourteen,” I squeak out, following with a grunt when he gives me a rapid, forceful blow, harder than any before. I groan as fire engulfs me.
“Kitten. Come kneel behind her. I want you to help her accept the final lashes. Use the blue one, it matches the paddle.”
Kitten laughs, a light tittering noise, the usual jovialness sounding sinister. I tense, but he immediately starts cooing, something I haven’t heard since I was a small child. I blush beneath my blindfold, even as it has the intended affect. A third wallop from the paddle connects with my bum, just as a foreign object pierces my wet flesh.
I gasp at the twin sensations, then remember to count.
“Twelve.” The v isn’t quite pronounced as number 39 clashes against my backside. I take a deep breath, swallowing a whimper and shout, “eleven!”
Kitten pulls the toy back, before pushing it deep. With a slow sensual rhythm, she continues to inundate me with thrust after thrust. My sexy neighbor’s hands soothe my overly heated globes before pulling them apart, allowing the dildo better access. I squeeze my eyes closed, absorbing each shove. She angles the implement, pressing it towards my g-spot, pushing my desire to new heights, or so I think, until the air fills with the familiar buzz of a vibrator. As the bullet connects with my clit, the paddle comes down with a fierce, resounding thwack, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I take a breath, then two, before continuing to count. “Ten.”
“Good girl, Pussy Cat! You’re doing well, only ten left as you forgot lucky number thirteen.” He laughs at his witty remark, kitten joining in.
Kitten picks up her pace, driving the silicone deep into my core. The buzzing of the vibrator increases, and a second orgasm is well on its way. I press my hips back toward her, gyrating in place. He doesn’t stop me, to my surprise. Instead, his cock hardens beneath me, spurring me on.
“Okay, Pussy Cat. These are going to be hard and fast. I’ll count for you, but no coming, not until I’ve delivered the last one. Agreed?”
“Yes, sir!” The room goes quiet as we all realize what I’ve said. I’m not sure why I did, except for it seeming natural. Like they’ve silently discussed this new revelation, kitten picks up the pace, pulling and twisting the dildo before pushing it roughly back in. The vibrations intensify as the paddle comes down in quick succession.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two…” He stops at the last one, grazing his hands over my abused flesh. His fingernails grate against my reddened rear, the fresh sensation making me cry out as I hold back my impending climax. I bite my tongue to contain my needy lamentations. My hips grind against kitten and her toy, his cock searching eagerly for some relief. I shake with the effort of not climaxing. Stars form behind my eyes and my breath sounds labored to my ears. Frustration tinges my very soul, a single tear escaping and running down my face.
“One!” The paddles comes down with a deafening crack. Crying out, eclipsing the ear-splitting crash, my groans of pain turning to moans of pleasure as I come harder than I ever have before. I become dizzy, my breathing ragged as wave after wave of euphoric delight courses through me.
I must lose unconscious because when I come to, I’m lying, still naked, yet covered with a thin blanket, on the couch. The blindfold is gone, and I blink to take in the sight before me. Kitten is on her knees, arms once more tied behind her, his cock buried in her throat. A machine is set up behind her, an unrealistically large dildo attached to the end. With each push of his hips, kitten is forced back onto the massive column, until my neighbor presses a switch that rams the tool deeply into her center, shoving her back upon her knees. My eyes go wide as arousal awakens anew inside me.
“Oh, Pussy Cat, welcome back.” He doesn’t miss a beat, maintaining his unhurried rhythm. “Doing okay, love?” My eyes go wider at the endearment, but I nod quickly. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.
“Your debt is paid. But perhaps you’ll be interested in some more fun?” With this, he holds up a thick and veiny two headed dildo.
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Love this – as u know!
xx
And what a way to pay her debt! This was such a delicious read!
~ Marie xox
That’s quite an intense first spanking. I think she enjoyed it 🙂
They always do 😉