One More Strike
"Ahhhhhh," came Jennifer's screams through the cloth gag that filled her mouth. Richard raised the whip again, this time aiming for her right breast. Jennifer's pussy, with the landing strip that Richard loved so much, was crossed with red welts, as was her slightly plump belly. She looked up at Richard with eyes filled with a succulent mixture of pain and ecstasy. Richard was using a rather short whip, but the end still did enough damage to cause tiny trickles of blood to flow down Jennifer's torso. She tried to squirm, though the ropes that restrained her allowed little movement.
Richard gave Jennifer a smile that was almost benign, a strange contrast to the whip he held in his hand. Jennifer arched her back as much as the ropes would allow. "Oh, do you want another strike?" Richard asked, his smile still friendly. Jennifer's eyes still held that unique expression of pain and arousal as Richard raised the whip again. She screamed into her gag as the whip scored a direct hit on her clit. She squirmed and wriggled, struggling in vain against her restraints. Her eyes grew wider as Richard aimed another hit at her left breast. The whip connected with flesh, creating a snapping sound that reverberated throughout Jennifer's bedroom.
Until this point, Jennifer's legs had been lashed together, with only the slightest space between her thighs so that Richard would have good access to her pussy. He loosened her leg restraints a little, allowing Jennifer to open her legs about a foot apart. When she did, Richard noticed a growing wet spot on Jennifer's sheets. Richard reached out and caressed Jennifer's hair, his smile turning into a smirk. "Oh, I think somebody likes her punishment." He cupped her chin in his hand so that she had to look into his eyes. "I think somebody likes this," Richard said as he removed the gag, then raised his arm and brought the whip down on Jennifer's pussy. She let out a loud, long scream and wriggled desperately.
"Your punishment isn't finished yet, Jennifer. You know you still owe five strikes." Jennifer looked up at him in horror; she clearly had not been keeping a tally of the strikes she had received. This was part of a game that Richard and Jennifer played at least twice a week. Richard would "punish" Jennifer for any number of supposed offenses. Tonight, they were pretending that Richard had caught Jennifer cheating on him with Tony, his best friend. In reality, Jennifer would certainly do nothing of the sort, but they both tended to get deeply into their roles during play sessions.
"I'm sorry, sir," Jennifer panted desperately. "I promise, with every ounce of my soul, I will never let another man touch me, besides you." She looked up at Richard pleadingly, embracing her persona as an errant girlfriend. Richard smirked back at her and replied, "Oh, you poor girl, I know it won't happen again. However, this isn't about ensuring your loyalty." He lashed out and left an angry red welt just below her breasts. "This is purely, simply about punishment." He raised the whip again, this time landing a strike that partially hit her left breast.
Tears of pain ran down Jennifer's cheeks, and her breath came in sobbing gasps. "Please, sir, I've learned my lesson. It will never happen again, I swear. Please! No, Please!" she cried as Richard raised the whip above her pussy. She gave a deafening scream as the whip lashed across her pussy and thigh. Richard ran his hand down her arm soothingly. Jennifer managed to glance up at him through her tears, a look of hope in her eyes. Richard relished the pleading look Jennifer gave him, and he decided to play with her a bit.
"Perhaps you've suffered enough punishment. Do you think so, baby?"
"Oh, yes! I've learned my lesson, sir. I promise," Jennifer replied eagerly. She nodded as much as the ropes that held her head allowed. Richard smiled benevolently at her and patted her head. Though he still held the whip in his hand, he loosened his grip and let the end rest lightly on the bed next to Jennifer's right leg.
"I think you should thank me for your punishment. After all, how else am I supposed to make sure you learn to be a good girl. Don't you agree?"
Jennifer tried to nod her head more vigorously as she replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you for punishing me. I want to be a good girl for you. Please punish me whenever I've been bad."
Richard appeared to ponder something for a moment. He even brought his hand to his face and scratched his chin to enhance the effect. Jennifer looked up at him in suspense, trepidation spreading on her face as he considered his options. "Then again," he said slowly, turning to Jennifer with a sadistic smile on his face, "You still owe me two strikes." Richard tightened his grip on the whip and raised it higher than he had before.
"No! Oh God, please no! Please...ahhhhhhh!!" Jennifer screamed gutturally as the whip cut harshly into her exposed pussy. She writhed in agony as Richard continued to smile at her. He laughed softly as he circled to the other side of the bed. Jennifer yelped as Richard touched her pussy and gave it a little spank. He laughed louder and said, "I hope you don't think that little love tap counts as your last hit. You still owe one more."
Jennifer gave Richard a pathetic, horrified look. Tears continued to fall onto her cheek, and she waited in an agony of suspense for the last strike to come. She had no doubt that it would be harder than the ones before, though she wasn't sure if anything could hurt worse than the last hit Richard had dealt her. Richard eyed her hungrily, soaking up the sexual tension that pervaded the atmosphere. He began to lightly tap the whip against his open palm. He then placed the whip against her pussy, causing Jennifer to squirm and struggle weakly against the ropes. "Not there. Please not there again," she begged in a mumbled voice. Richard arched an eyebrow and slowly moved the whip to her breasts. Jennifer closed her eyes tightly and gave the slightest nod.
Richard still didn't strike her. He moved the whip in a line from Jennifer's breasts to her pussy. The cuts continued to leak small trickles of blood. Except for the last strike, the hits had caused only slight, superficial cuts. Even the last strike had only caused an almost imperceptibly deeper cut. The whip was designed for pain, not permanent injury. Still, Richard had no doubt that Jennifer's pussy would be stinging and bruised for the better part of a week. He smiled hungrily at the thought of touching Jennifer's sensitive, abused clit and labia later.
Jennifer tensed visibly each time the whip touched her clit, though Richard could detect a hint of arousal. Despite the pain she knew it would cause, Richard could tell that she wanted the last strike to hit her pussy. Richard debated whether he should give in to her desire. Smiling, he stopped the whip midway between Jennifer's pussy and breasts; Jennifer wouldn't know until the strike landed where he was truly aiming.
The edge of the whip caught the faint light of the bedside lamp as it descended. With a loud crack, the whip connected with Jennifer's red, swollen clit. Her back arched as she screamed piteously. Her breath came in great gasps as she tried desperately to control the pain that rocked her body. Richard cupped her chin and leaned down for a kiss. "Now, have you learned your lesson thoroughly?" he asked after he pulled away from her. He removed the ropes that held her head in place. She nodded vigorously and replied through her sobs, "Yes, sir." She struggled to get her voice under control as the pain of her cuts lanced through her body. "I promise I'll be a good girl from now on. I swear I'll be good."
Richard removed the remaining restraints, except for the ones that kept Jennifer's arms pinned down. He then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His underwear quickly followed, and he moved to kneel by Jennifer's mouth at the head of the bed. She greedily reached for his stiffening cock with her mouth, taking it in until all seven inches filled her maw. Richard thrust into her mouth, relishing the sounds of her gagging and struggling as he fucked her throat. This always followed their bondage and whipping sessions; Richard wasn't sure which he liked better.
Richard allowed Jennifer to suck his cock until right before he came, then he pulled back. He reached down to touch Jennifer's pussy, and as expected, she was still soaking wet. She looked up at him expectantly as he positioned his cock at her opening, the look of pain now replaced by one of lust. Smirking, Richard slid smoothly into Jennifer, who rewarded him with a moan as she bucked her pelvis to meet him. He gave her a few hard, slow thrusts to warm her up, then started thrusting faster. Jennifer's moans quickly gave way to gasps as Richard increased his pace.
Richard leaned down and kissed Jennifer hungrily as he continued to thrust his hard cock deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck," she moaned, "I need to cum. Can I please cum?" She looked up at him with a pleading, desperate look. Richard considered for a moment. He could edge her, torturing her with the denial of release. He had no doubt she would be willing to do or say anything for an orgasm. He had done it plenty of times before, and it was one of his favorite things to do with Jennifer. Tonight, however, he was too aroused to stop fucking her, and besides, he supposed she deserved a little unadulterated pleasure.
"Yes," Richard groaned. He increased his pace slightly, causing Jennifer's eyes to widen. "Cum for me." Jennifer's gasps quickened, and a flush spread across her face. "Oh God, Richard. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Richard thrust even harder and faster into her as she came. The clenching of Jennifer's pussy around his cock was too much for Richard, and he came just seconds after. He spurted thick streams of cum into Jennifer's pussy, which nearly caused her to cum again. He smiled, knowing how much she loved creampies.
Neither of them could move for several moments, and Richard stayed inside of Jennifer as he kissed her softly. They were both too worn out for any more rough play. Finally, Richard pulled out of Jennifer, smiling as he saw his cum trickle out of her and onto the sheets. He quickly untied the ropes that held her arms down; she had free movement for the first time in four hours. Jennifer immediately rolled over onto her left side. It was well after midnight and time for bed.
Richard moved behind Jennifer and placed his arm around her. He kissed the back of Jennifer's neck, causing her to laugh as his beard tickled her. "That was amazing," she gasped. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of you dominating me." Richard simply laughed and replied, "I know I'll certainly never get tired of hearing your screams." Jennifer turned her head, and they kissed softly for a few minutes.
After, Richard held Jennifer as they slowly drifted to sleep. Jennifer fell asleep first, her breathing coming evenly as her chest rose and fell. Richard kissed the back of her neck one last time, then nuzzled into her long, flowing hair. After a few more moments, Richard felt himself drift toward sleep. He smiled as he began to dream of another night of Jennifer's screams and moans of ecstasy and pain.
