Week 20: Friday
Friday, Saturday and Sunday night we had a semi-vanilla friend stay with us. This didn't immediately interfere with my tasks, as I thought it might. It was bedtime when A asked if I wanted the bedroom door shut (our friend was sleeping in the living room on a fold-out bed just outside our bedroom door). I said no.
A delicious coupling ensued as we had to keep very quiet so as not to unsettle our guest. In the end A's lovely cock found its way into my squirmingly hot body and fingers on my clit brought me off as silently as I could manage. Delicious.
Week 20: The Weekend
The rest of the weekend did, however, suffer. There wasn't really a good time/place to carry out further tasks/rewards so I must wear any consequences.
I may already have, as we attended a fetish night and I received a sound spanking from A in front of a gathering crowd in the main floor of the club, as Miss H taunted my pussy and lips. My bottom was very warm afterward.
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Friday, February 02, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
An Evening Drive
Week 20: Thursday
A and I were driving home after having dinner with a friend when my phone beeped with a message. It was from Miss H. On a whim earlier that day we had assigned her a task and she had messaged to let me know she had been successful in her mission.
A encouraged me to call her for the report and I noticed that he altered our route as he did so, so we were no longer heading directly home. He pulled over to the side of the road in a quiet industrial area as Miss H reported on how while at the hairdresser covered in a long smock, she had managed to slip a hand into her jeans to touch herself, as required. As she spoke A helped me out of my skirt and underpants so that I sat naked from the waist down. A also pulled out another surprise - a newly acquired vibrator!
He pressed the smooth buzzing surface to my pussy as I talked and I handed him to phone to hear the report firsthand. I was also finding it difficult to form sentences because of the distraction! He told Miss H that I was playing with my new vibrator and I went warm all over. After our phone call A told me to remain as I was - which was touching myself and buzzing away with my new toy - and he started driving again.
Rather than heading towards home he kept going, taking us towards more and more populated places. I continued to rub my incredibly wet pussy (risk of being caught always gets me going) and tried very hard not to let any expression show on my face. A upped the stakes by putting the windows down and driving in the left-most lane closest to any passersby. He also started to slow the car down whenever we came near any groups of people by the road.
After a fair bit of this torturous driving A once again headed for home. I didn't think I was going to orgasm in the car, probably because I was so very wet there wasn't any friction! We pulled into our carpark at home and A instructed me that I could get dressed - once I was outside the car. Keeping a careful eye for other people I exited the car and put my underpants and skirt back on. Positively buzzing with arousal we took the lift up to our apartment. Once there A sat on the couch and instructed me to strip, then to lie on the floor in front of him and continue masturbating.
I did so, mentioning that I probably needed a toy inside me to reach an orgasm this night. A supplied me with a smooth stainless steel dildo that my pussy welcomed gratefully. I slid it inside slowly - it was so cold! My body warmed it eventually as I wiggled it in and out of my pussy with one hand while my other hand was busy on my clit. A watched me play with myself, stroking his cock as he did and it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm approaching. I moaned my appreciation as it claimed me, my body bucking as A watched me come. As I lay blissed out afterward he stood over me and took his own release, letting it rain down on my body below.
A and I were driving home after having dinner with a friend when my phone beeped with a message. It was from Miss H. On a whim earlier that day we had assigned her a task and she had messaged to let me know she had been successful in her mission.
A encouraged me to call her for the report and I noticed that he altered our route as he did so, so we were no longer heading directly home. He pulled over to the side of the road in a quiet industrial area as Miss H reported on how while at the hairdresser covered in a long smock, she had managed to slip a hand into her jeans to touch herself, as required. As she spoke A helped me out of my skirt and underpants so that I sat naked from the waist down. A also pulled out another surprise - a newly acquired vibrator!
He pressed the smooth buzzing surface to my pussy as I talked and I handed him to phone to hear the report firsthand. I was also finding it difficult to form sentences because of the distraction! He told Miss H that I was playing with my new vibrator and I went warm all over. After our phone call A told me to remain as I was - which was touching myself and buzzing away with my new toy - and he started driving again.
Rather than heading towards home he kept going, taking us towards more and more populated places. I continued to rub my incredibly wet pussy (risk of being caught always gets me going) and tried very hard not to let any expression show on my face. A upped the stakes by putting the windows down and driving in the left-most lane closest to any passersby. He also started to slow the car down whenever we came near any groups of people by the road.
After a fair bit of this torturous driving A once again headed for home. I didn't think I was going to orgasm in the car, probably because I was so very wet there wasn't any friction! We pulled into our carpark at home and A instructed me that I could get dressed - once I was outside the car. Keeping a careful eye for other people I exited the car and put my underpants and skirt back on. Positively buzzing with arousal we took the lift up to our apartment. Once there A sat on the couch and instructed me to strip, then to lie on the floor in front of him and continue masturbating.
I did so, mentioning that I probably needed a toy inside me to reach an orgasm this night. A supplied me with a smooth stainless steel dildo that my pussy welcomed gratefully. I slid it inside slowly - it was so cold! My body warmed it eventually as I wiggled it in and out of my pussy with one hand while my other hand was busy on my clit. A watched me play with myself, stroking his cock as he did and it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm approaching. I moaned my appreciation as it claimed me, my body bucking as A watched me come. As I lay blissed out afterward he stood over me and took his own release, letting it rain down on my body below.
Restrained
Week 20: Wednesday
Another treat awaited me on Wednesday evening. A decided to try out some new toys of ours - door hanger restraints. They're a simple chrome barrel attached to a D-ring by some strong webbing. You lay the webbing over the top of a door and close the door on it, jamming it in place leaving you with two raised D rings to snap restraints onto.
A instructed me to strip, then laid out a pair of 6 inch heels for me to put on. He also blindfolded me. My wrists were bucked into leather restraints which were tied to the freshly-rigged D-rings. As I stood with my back to he door A pressed my thighs apart until my legs were wide and Iwas completely at his mercy.
He teased my body with various toys, a fur lined paddle, a rubber whip, the Wartenburg Wheel. Then he brought out the pegs. I've done a little peg-play before and I've found I'm a bit of a peg wuss, usually having to somehow rig the pegs to be less "pinchy". A didn't rig them. He applied one first to my left nipply, slowly releasing the peg until it held on by itself. I took the solid ache for as long as I could (not very long) until my sounds of discomfort led to A releasing the pressure from me. My right nipple was even worse, as I'd been bitten by a mosquito (probably whilst fraternising on the deck with Miss H on Saturday night) and it was ridiculously sensitive. A very kindly eased off on my right nipple very early on.
After more stroking and sensations, A applied pegs to my pussy. I found I was able to take them a little better when he put them on my labia, but even the most teasingly light pressure applied to my clit had me whimpering for mercy.
When A tested my pussy he found it meltingly hot and he teased me with his fingers, while I felt a pressure at my entrance. A was slowly easing the dildo from my strap-on into me. I was able to jam it's wide base between my thighs and soon I was writhing on it as A stroked my pussy, arching forwards off the door with pleasure. The dildo was removed and before I had time to complain of that A had started to tease my pussy with his lovely cock. Due to him being so tall (even with me in my shoes) it took us a little while to find a position that allowed us to join properly. A ended up lifting my body and lowering me onto his cock and we pressed against the door as he fucked me.
This position was not a climaxer for me, so A returned the dildo to my pussy and I rode it as he rubbed my clit. He mercilessly pulled my climax from me and I bucked against the door, tossing my head and moaning with pleasure as my release claimed me. And it was good.
Another treat awaited me on Wednesday evening. A decided to try out some new toys of ours - door hanger restraints. They're a simple chrome barrel attached to a D-ring by some strong webbing. You lay the webbing over the top of a door and close the door on it, jamming it in place leaving you with two raised D rings to snap restraints onto.
A instructed me to strip, then laid out a pair of 6 inch heels for me to put on. He also blindfolded me. My wrists were bucked into leather restraints which were tied to the freshly-rigged D-rings. As I stood with my back to he door A pressed my thighs apart until my legs were wide and Iwas completely at his mercy.
He teased my body with various toys, a fur lined paddle, a rubber whip, the Wartenburg Wheel. Then he brought out the pegs. I've done a little peg-play before and I've found I'm a bit of a peg wuss, usually having to somehow rig the pegs to be less "pinchy". A didn't rig them. He applied one first to my left nipply, slowly releasing the peg until it held on by itself. I took the solid ache for as long as I could (not very long) until my sounds of discomfort led to A releasing the pressure from me. My right nipple was even worse, as I'd been bitten by a mosquito (probably whilst fraternising on the deck with Miss H on Saturday night) and it was ridiculously sensitive. A very kindly eased off on my right nipple very early on.
After more stroking and sensations, A applied pegs to my pussy. I found I was able to take them a little better when he put them on my labia, but even the most teasingly light pressure applied to my clit had me whimpering for mercy.
When A tested my pussy he found it meltingly hot and he teased me with his fingers, while I felt a pressure at my entrance. A was slowly easing the dildo from my strap-on into me. I was able to jam it's wide base between my thighs and soon I was writhing on it as A stroked my pussy, arching forwards off the door with pleasure. The dildo was removed and before I had time to complain of that A had started to tease my pussy with his lovely cock. Due to him being so tall (even with me in my shoes) it took us a little while to find a position that allowed us to join properly. A ended up lifting my body and lowering me onto his cock and we pressed against the door as he fucked me.
This position was not a climaxer for me, so A returned the dildo to my pussy and I rode it as he rubbed my clit. He mercilessly pulled my climax from me and I bucked against the door, tossing my head and moaning with pleasure as my release claimed me. And it was good.
Scissors
Week 20: Tuesday
Today I was excused from work early due to lack of things to do, so A sent me on a few errands. One of these errands was to buy "A DVD for the bottom shelf" which means a pornographic one. After wandering the shelves of a likely store for a while I finally settled on two titles, giving us a fallback in case one was substandard.
When A arrived home from work, he put on one of the dvds and instructed me to undress, lie on the couch and watch it. I could hear him rustling about in the bedroom, but dared not look. He returned to me with a pair of my cotton underpants, a rather cutesy pair with a cartoon character on them (hey they were cute!) and helped me into them.
He then sat on the couch, laid me over his lap and proceeded to torture me first with hands and then... with scissors. Nothing dangerous of course, he just ran the tip of the scissors gently over my skin giving me shivers. The odd choice of underwear became clear. He intended to cut them up.
He started but cutting small slits on either side, just below my hip bones. He then cut a hole in the crotch which he reached his fingers into to touch my now hotly damp pussy. The teasinig continued from there as he fed one end of my double-ended dildo through the hole and teased my clit at the same time, sending me into moaning fits of ecstacy. The resulting orgasm was intense and A had his own climax not long after, releasing himself on my stomach while kneeling over me.
What of the underpants? They were hooked onto a standing lamp in our living room and haven't been moved since!
Today I was excused from work early due to lack of things to do, so A sent me on a few errands. One of these errands was to buy "A DVD for the bottom shelf" which means a pornographic one. After wandering the shelves of a likely store for a while I finally settled on two titles, giving us a fallback in case one was substandard.
When A arrived home from work, he put on one of the dvds and instructed me to undress, lie on the couch and watch it. I could hear him rustling about in the bedroom, but dared not look. He returned to me with a pair of my cotton underpants, a rather cutesy pair with a cartoon character on them (hey they were cute!) and helped me into them.
He then sat on the couch, laid me over his lap and proceeded to torture me first with hands and then... with scissors. Nothing dangerous of course, he just ran the tip of the scissors gently over my skin giving me shivers. The odd choice of underwear became clear. He intended to cut them up.
He started but cutting small slits on either side, just below my hip bones. He then cut a hole in the crotch which he reached his fingers into to touch my now hotly damp pussy. The teasinig continued from there as he fed one end of my double-ended dildo through the hole and teased my clit at the same time, sending me into moaning fits of ecstacy. The resulting orgasm was intense and A had his own climax not long after, releasing himself on my stomach while kneeling over me.
What of the underpants? They were hooked onto a standing lamp in our living room and haven't been moved since!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The Wartenberg Wheel
Week 20: Monday
Following my success at Miss V's naughty soiree my tasks for the week are looking quite manageable. Each day I need to make a new contact with a potential playmate via an online profile and also I will receive a daily orgasm at a time and in a manner as chosen by A.
It took me a bit of searching to find a prospective lass to make an overture to last night, I was probably in a finicky mood. However I did finally find a likely lass and send off what I believe was a well worded personalised message. We'll see if anything comes of it - I'm certainly not holding my breath.
Then of course there was my due orgasm. It was right before bed when A told me he wanted to inspect my arse. I knelt on the bed and waited for him. He carefully checked my slight bruises, occasionally pressing one and asking if it hurt. They were slightly tender but not really painful at all. After this he told me to remain where I was and I heard him digging around our toys to find something to use on me.
I had my suspicions about what he'd chosen and they were totally confirmed when I felt the first goosebump-lifting touch of the Wartenberg Wheel. A used it on me in a scattered way - a quick touch here, a soft roll here, a harder press there. As I was facing away from him I didn't know where the next sensation would come from. He would press it hard on my back, making me jump in shock and then touch my pussy with it's blunt end. My body, expecting pain, would jump and I would gasp and hiss not knowing what was coming and despite my implicit trust in A, I was fearful.
He teased me like this for a while, testing my reactions and watching me squirm and dive, teasing me with the wheel then taunting my pussy with strokes of his fingers. He told me to turn over, and to close my eyes. It was hard to keep them closed, not knowing what was coming, but I did not peek. More sweet torture with the wheel, over my breasts, leg, stomach and ever so lightly on my pussy itself.
A told me to hold my pussy open and I complied, using both hands. He then gave me what I was dying for, rubbing my soaking pussy as I moaned with appreciation. He continued to tease me with the wheel, sometimes shaking it near my face just so I could hear it rattle, but my fear was gone now replaced by a most intense desire for orgasm. He teased it out of me slowly using his fingers and mouth and sometimes the blunt end of the wheel. When it finally crashed over me I couldn't help the shuddering that went through me as he continued to stroke me, milking every last pleasurable pulse from me. It was rather wonderful.
After giving me a moment to come back to earth he then took his due, lowering my still soaked pussy onto his cock and after so much build up it didn't take him long to give himself up to his own pleasure.
Can't wait to see what I'll get for Tuesday!
Following my success at Miss V's naughty soiree my tasks for the week are looking quite manageable. Each day I need to make a new contact with a potential playmate via an online profile and also I will receive a daily orgasm at a time and in a manner as chosen by A.
It took me a bit of searching to find a prospective lass to make an overture to last night, I was probably in a finicky mood. However I did finally find a likely lass and send off what I believe was a well worded personalised message. We'll see if anything comes of it - I'm certainly not holding my breath.
Then of course there was my due orgasm. It was right before bed when A told me he wanted to inspect my arse. I knelt on the bed and waited for him. He carefully checked my slight bruises, occasionally pressing one and asking if it hurt. They were slightly tender but not really painful at all. After this he told me to remain where I was and I heard him digging around our toys to find something to use on me.
I had my suspicions about what he'd chosen and they were totally confirmed when I felt the first goosebump-lifting touch of the Wartenberg Wheel. A used it on me in a scattered way - a quick touch here, a soft roll here, a harder press there. As I was facing away from him I didn't know where the next sensation would come from. He would press it hard on my back, making me jump in shock and then touch my pussy with it's blunt end. My body, expecting pain, would jump and I would gasp and hiss not knowing what was coming and despite my implicit trust in A, I was fearful.
He teased me like this for a while, testing my reactions and watching me squirm and dive, teasing me with the wheel then taunting my pussy with strokes of his fingers. He told me to turn over, and to close my eyes. It was hard to keep them closed, not knowing what was coming, but I did not peek. More sweet torture with the wheel, over my breasts, leg, stomach and ever so lightly on my pussy itself.
A told me to hold my pussy open and I complied, using both hands. He then gave me what I was dying for, rubbing my soaking pussy as I moaned with appreciation. He continued to tease me with the wheel, sometimes shaking it near my face just so I could hear it rattle, but my fear was gone now replaced by a most intense desire for orgasm. He teased it out of me slowly using his fingers and mouth and sometimes the blunt end of the wheel. When it finally crashed over me I couldn't help the shuddering that went through me as he continued to stroke me, milking every last pleasurable pulse from me. It was rather wonderful.
After giving me a moment to come back to earth he then took his due, lowering my still soaked pussy onto his cock and after so much build up it didn't take him long to give himself up to his own pleasure.
Can't wait to see what I'll get for Tuesday!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Devious Party Tasks Fulfilled
I dressed carefully for Miss V's naughty event. In a short black minidress and six inch PVC stilettos, with my shiny chrome collar I was hard to miss. I guess I could have tried to dress less seductively in order to attempt to lower the number of compliments I would receive, but even if my pride would've allowed it, it didn't occur to me at the time to do so. Plus I'm sure that wouldn't have pleased A.
We car pooled with M and Miss H and were early arrivals which gave us plenty of time to relax, sip some champagne and take in the view. Of course on arrival there were compliments aplenty and I think I reached 50 spanks before I knew it - and this was just a small group! I also discovered that my natural urge to let my delicious companions know just how gorgeous they look had a killer side effect - more compliments! I had to watch my tongue.
Two by two or three by three the rest of the guests trickled in. After the sun had long gone down and I had been chatting and flirting incessantly with the many attractive and beguiling guests the mood started to change. It probably helped that the spa was so inviting and there was a "no clothes allowed" rule, which resulted in the baring of flesh and some daring guests (myself included) wandering around undressed. Everyone was warmed up and relaxed and there was kissing and caressing happening at various spots around the place. I must admit to being involved in plenty of that.
I'm sure A is well aware of my love of kissing. I could do it all night and I definitely spent a lot of my Saturday night indulging in that beloved past time. Between the devilish Miss V and her Master, Miss H and M, Miss M and S, Miss Ve and St, Miss E and A, plus Puss and quite possibly some others I'm misplaced in my memory I well exceeded the 5 man requirement plus bonus girls. To be honest I didn't even seek out specifically most of my mischief I was just surrounded by so many gorgeous sexy people there was no way to stop myself playing with such pretty pretty toys!
Aside from the kissing there was also fondling and more kissing in the spa with the lovely Miss Ve, an awfully debaucherous interlude with Miss H on the jetty where I was enjoying myself so much I didn't even notice that I was being attacked by giant killer mozzies and later in the evening on the way back from the bathroom, hallway shenanigans with S led to a very fun session in the upstairs bedroom with Puss, M and S and then later my gorgeous A came to join me and Puss. As Miss V would say - too much fun!
But of course there is my second task also. Around 1:30am A reminded me it was past midnight (I of course had no concept what time it was so I was lucky he helped me with that). I had accrued 170 spanks by this point in time from direct compliments and A had accrued a further 20 on my behalf, so there was no way I not going to take A up on his generous offer of halving the number in exchange for a public spectacle. 190 divided by 2 is 95. I went into our suitcase and sorted through the various spanking implements. After some deliberation I settled on the Tenderiser - a flat rectangular paddle smoothe on one side and textured on the other.
A also pressed into my hand my jewelled butt plug. "You'll wear this," he said. I slipped upstairs to the bathroom to insert it.
Carrying my paddle I went around to the various groups of guests and announced that if they would like to see me spanked they could gather in the living area. A lot of people took up the invitation. I kindly asked that the music be lowered so I could address the crowd and I thanked them for their attention and for the priviledge of their audience. I also let them know that I had earned 190 spanks and would be receiving 95. That drew quite a reaction.
A had placed a cushion on the floor in front of the couch in between where M and Miss H were seated. I knelt on the cushion and rested my arms on the couch and prepared to take my spanking. I have been spanked in front of other people before, but never a crowd this big and the spanking has never been preceded with any kind of audience address. It was quite amazing to hear the reactions, the intakes of breath and hisses as I took my punishment. A requested that I count out every fifth spank aloud. He started out very firmly and by 5 I was already breathless. I counted "five" and A prompted me until I said "thank you" afterward like a good obedient submissive.
His strikes were consistently firm, to the point where I wasn't sure if I would make it to 95. Once an area of your arse has been struck, each additional strike on the same area stings and builds up that painful sensation further and further. I continued to count out the strikes, adding "thank you" after every fifth number, holding very still from the waist down but unable to stop my head from tossing or my back from bucking when the sensation became too much.
There was a definite sense of relief when I reached 45 - I was past half way. I would make it. I think some people in the audience were a mite concerned. Puss, no doubt having recieved spankings herself, kindly joked that we needed to stop for half time and oranges - such a sweetheart. The spanking continued and at around 75 I heard a call from the spa "what number are we up to?" and an answering reply. So even the guests who chose not to watch could hear my punishment and were keeping score. Not long after that S in a fit of helpfulness brought out a large block of ice and pressed it to my flaming cheeks. The icy coldness was a fierce contrast on my warm bottom. He was only trying to help but it was unfortunate that the following strikes were far more painful than the previous, as my bottom was wet, chilled and tensed up.
A sensed my lowered threshold and eased off on the next few strikes. Before I knew it we were nearing 95 and I had almost forgotten that's where it would end. I'm not sure if it's a true memory or my own mind's device but I could've sworn the last five strikes were counted out aloud by my audience. Then it was just relief and an opportunity to see if my bottom was as pink as I thought it would be. It certainly was. Two days later as I write this I can attest to some minor bruising.
A sent me my tasks for the night via email and his sign off said "It will be a busy night for you. But don't forget to enjoy yourself."
I certainly did.
We car pooled with M and Miss H and were early arrivals which gave us plenty of time to relax, sip some champagne and take in the view. Of course on arrival there were compliments aplenty and I think I reached 50 spanks before I knew it - and this was just a small group! I also discovered that my natural urge to let my delicious companions know just how gorgeous they look had a killer side effect - more compliments! I had to watch my tongue.
Two by two or three by three the rest of the guests trickled in. After the sun had long gone down and I had been chatting and flirting incessantly with the many attractive and beguiling guests the mood started to change. It probably helped that the spa was so inviting and there was a "no clothes allowed" rule, which resulted in the baring of flesh and some daring guests (myself included) wandering around undressed. Everyone was warmed up and relaxed and there was kissing and caressing happening at various spots around the place. I must admit to being involved in plenty of that.
I'm sure A is well aware of my love of kissing. I could do it all night and I definitely spent a lot of my Saturday night indulging in that beloved past time. Between the devilish Miss V and her Master, Miss H and M, Miss M and S, Miss Ve and St, Miss E and A, plus Puss and quite possibly some others I'm misplaced in my memory I well exceeded the 5 man requirement plus bonus girls. To be honest I didn't even seek out specifically most of my mischief I was just surrounded by so many gorgeous sexy people there was no way to stop myself playing with such pretty pretty toys!
Aside from the kissing there was also fondling and more kissing in the spa with the lovely Miss Ve, an awfully debaucherous interlude with Miss H on the jetty where I was enjoying myself so much I didn't even notice that I was being attacked by giant killer mozzies and later in the evening on the way back from the bathroom, hallway shenanigans with S led to a very fun session in the upstairs bedroom with Puss, M and S and then later my gorgeous A came to join me and Puss. As Miss V would say - too much fun!
But of course there is my second task also. Around 1:30am A reminded me it was past midnight (I of course had no concept what time it was so I was lucky he helped me with that). I had accrued 170 spanks by this point in time from direct compliments and A had accrued a further 20 on my behalf, so there was no way I not going to take A up on his generous offer of halving the number in exchange for a public spectacle. 190 divided by 2 is 95. I went into our suitcase and sorted through the various spanking implements. After some deliberation I settled on the Tenderiser - a flat rectangular paddle smoothe on one side and textured on the other.
A also pressed into my hand my jewelled butt plug. "You'll wear this," he said. I slipped upstairs to the bathroom to insert it.
Carrying my paddle I went around to the various groups of guests and announced that if they would like to see me spanked they could gather in the living area. A lot of people took up the invitation. I kindly asked that the music be lowered so I could address the crowd and I thanked them for their attention and for the priviledge of their audience. I also let them know that I had earned 190 spanks and would be receiving 95. That drew quite a reaction.
A had placed a cushion on the floor in front of the couch in between where M and Miss H were seated. I knelt on the cushion and rested my arms on the couch and prepared to take my spanking. I have been spanked in front of other people before, but never a crowd this big and the spanking has never been preceded with any kind of audience address. It was quite amazing to hear the reactions, the intakes of breath and hisses as I took my punishment. A requested that I count out every fifth spank aloud. He started out very firmly and by 5 I was already breathless. I counted "five" and A prompted me until I said "thank you" afterward like a good obedient submissive.
His strikes were consistently firm, to the point where I wasn't sure if I would make it to 95. Once an area of your arse has been struck, each additional strike on the same area stings and builds up that painful sensation further and further. I continued to count out the strikes, adding "thank you" after every fifth number, holding very still from the waist down but unable to stop my head from tossing or my back from bucking when the sensation became too much.
There was a definite sense of relief when I reached 45 - I was past half way. I would make it. I think some people in the audience were a mite concerned. Puss, no doubt having recieved spankings herself, kindly joked that we needed to stop for half time and oranges - such a sweetheart. The spanking continued and at around 75 I heard a call from the spa "what number are we up to?" and an answering reply. So even the guests who chose not to watch could hear my punishment and were keeping score. Not long after that S in a fit of helpfulness brought out a large block of ice and pressed it to my flaming cheeks. The icy coldness was a fierce contrast on my warm bottom. He was only trying to help but it was unfortunate that the following strikes were far more painful than the previous, as my bottom was wet, chilled and tensed up.
A sensed my lowered threshold and eased off on the next few strikes. Before I knew it we were nearing 95 and I had almost forgotten that's where it would end. I'm not sure if it's a true memory or my own mind's device but I could've sworn the last five strikes were counted out aloud by my audience. Then it was just relief and an opportunity to see if my bottom was as pink as I thought it would be. It certainly was. Two days later as I write this I can attest to some minor bruising.
A sent me my tasks for the night via email and his sign off said "It will be a busy night for you. But don't forget to enjoy yourself."
I certainly did.
A Party and a Devious Task
On Saturday evening A and I attended a party hosted by the gorgeous and wonderful Miss V. As you may have already guessed this was something of a naughty party (or at least it had the potential to be) so it offered A the irresistable opportunity to assign me some debaucherous tasks. The outcome of this night would dictate my tasks for the following Week 20. (Ah! How sharp of you to notice that I have skipped Week 19 on my blog. It will be revealed at a later time what my tasks were that week...)
My task was two-fold. Let's start with the first component. I'd been instructed to passionately kiss (with tongue) at least five male attendees (A not included). For each one I kissed I would earn a reprieve from part of the following week's task, which will be to write 5 messages per day to new contacts on AMM.
If I kissed one or less men then I would have to write 5 new messages each day. If only 2 kisses, then I'd have to write 4 messages per day, if 3 kisses then 3 messages, if 4 kisses then only 2 messages. If I managed to passionately kiss 5 or more men at the party then I only have to write one new message per day and I will be entitled to one orgasm per day to be delivered at a time and in a manner as chosen by A. If there were less than 5 men I felt comfortable kissing at the party I would be allowed to ask A for permission to substitute girls, however I would need to kiss two women to be equal to one kiss from a man. A is obviously aware of how much more often I am attracted to women over men so he was not about to make this easy for me.
The second component of the task was terribly devious. I was to keep count of every time I received a compliment that night as each compliment earned me 10 spanks. Any compliments about me paid directly to A would be worth 20 spanks. I was to keep tabs on this the whole night and if I earned more than 20 spanks by midnight then I was to gather an audience to watch me receive my due. I was to choose my implement of destruction and explain why I chose it and also thank the viewers for their attention and for the priviledge of such an attractive audience. If I chose to receive my punishment publicly the total number of spanks would be halved. If I refused a public spanking then I would receive the full amount once we were home before I was allowed to sleep in my own bed.
Decisions, decisions.
My task was two-fold. Let's start with the first component. I'd been instructed to passionately kiss (with tongue) at least five male attendees (A not included). For each one I kissed I would earn a reprieve from part of the following week's task, which will be to write 5 messages per day to new contacts on AMM.
If I kissed one or less men then I would have to write 5 new messages each day. If only 2 kisses, then I'd have to write 4 messages per day, if 3 kisses then 3 messages, if 4 kisses then only 2 messages. If I managed to passionately kiss 5 or more men at the party then I only have to write one new message per day and I will be entitled to one orgasm per day to be delivered at a time and in a manner as chosen by A. If there were less than 5 men I felt comfortable kissing at the party I would be allowed to ask A for permission to substitute girls, however I would need to kiss two women to be equal to one kiss from a man. A is obviously aware of how much more often I am attracted to women over men so he was not about to make this easy for me.
The second component of the task was terribly devious. I was to keep count of every time I received a compliment that night as each compliment earned me 10 spanks. Any compliments about me paid directly to A would be worth 20 spanks. I was to keep tabs on this the whole night and if I earned more than 20 spanks by midnight then I was to gather an audience to watch me receive my due. I was to choose my implement of destruction and explain why I chose it and also thank the viewers for their attention and for the priviledge of such an attractive audience. If I chose to receive my punishment publicly the total number of spanks would be halved. If I refused a public spanking then I would receive the full amount once we were home before I was allowed to sleep in my own bed.
Decisions, decisions.
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