Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler
terribly. When he was done, he untied Sarah’s hands and pushed the blanket chest off to one side. He had Sarah sit on the hard wooden chest, ignoring her sore bottom.
He told her to remove her blindfold. There were traces of tears in her green eyes, making them sparkle like emeralds, and a soft shy smile on her trembling lips.
After a while, Mac told her to remove her bra and then sit on the end of the bed; then to lie back, with her legs hanging off the end of the bed. She blushed as she removed her bra but she complied without protest.
He moved quickly, before Sarah could react. Using the restraints that he kept in place on the bedposts at the front of the bed, he retied Sarah with her arms up over her head. He pulled the chair back to the end of the bed and lowered his mouth almost down to her hot cunt.
He looked up at her with one eyebrow cocked, “Okay?”
When she raised her head up and nodded, speechless, he lowered his mouth. He ate her out with his skillful tongue until she came again, then he moved up to her firm, round breasts. He suckled and kissed her breasts for a long time.
He climbed upon the bed, kneeling with one knee on each side of her hips. Using his hands to push her breasts together, he pushed his large prick in and out of the valley between them. He fucked her cleavage until he was almost to the point of orgasm. He climbed farther up on the bed still straddling her, until he had his erect cock very near her face.
“I thought our plan was for no sex,” she laughed, teasing.
“I came up with a new plan,” he told her seriously.
“Don’t tell me,” she smiled, “let me guess.”
She raised her head again and immediately took his prick into her sweet mouth, sucking and licking, and somehow humming at the same time. Mac caught his breath as he recognized the tune. It was the popular theme from a movie about sharks. He froze for a moment.
Sarah stopped what she was doing just long enough to look up at him with a sly grin and say, “Trust me!”
Mac laughed even as he shot his load of cum deep into her throat. They lay there together as they recovered. Eventually he began to tease her a bit, arousing both of them again.
“Okay. What’s next, fucking or sodomy?” he asked, only half joking, lazily stroking her still red butt.
Her reply was soft and serious. “I’ve never tried, uh, sodomy before.”
“So okay, we’ll fuck and save sodomy for the grand finale,” he said rolling over on top of her. “After the last whipping.”
“There’s going to be more?” she asked amazed.
“There’s going to be lots more,” he replied, solemnly.
“Can I have my hands free?” Sarah requested softly.
“Not yet, love.” He kissed her nose.
At that point as he entered her cunt, she wasn’t about to argue with anything. They rocked and thrashed together in a primal frenzy until the explosive climax came, shocking them both in its intensity. Sarah had never been tied up during sex before, and she discovered that it added an extra spice, an out-of-control feeling to the sensuality of the experience. Especially since her buttocks still ached and throbbed from the harsh punishment they had received at Mac’s hand.
Once again they rested; Mac opened a bottle of champagne and held the glass while Sarah drank. Although her arms were beginning to ache, she did not ask again to be set free.
Mac untied her eventually, though. He held her and stroked her, treating her so gently that she could scarcely believe he had just whipped her mercilessly with a riding crop and spanked her bare ass savagely with his hands.
How it happened, she never really knew, but suddenly she was on her belly again, her hands tied to the headboards again. She was bent over the end of the bed, her feet on the floor. Mac fastened her feet to the legs of the bed. He got out his camera and began to take pictures of her. He photographed her red behind, her welts, her cunt, everything he could focus on. She started to protest then she laughed as she heard the already familiar phrase.
“Trust me!”
He set the camera up on a tripod, then went over to the closet and brought out a big birch rod, shaking it to loosen it up. It whistled as he swished it through the air. Sarah noticed that a few drops of moisture sprinkled off the rod as he flicked it lightly.
He showed it to Sarah. “It’s a real birch rod with all the buds on it, and it has been soaked in brine. It should hurt quite a lot, maybe it’ll even cut you, does that sound okay?”
Sarah felt hypnotized at the sight and sound of the rod, fascinated and slightly sick, but still she nodded and replied quietly, “I trust you.”
“Then ask me to birch you, ask me really nice,” he said.
“Please sir, birch my bare bottom as hard as you can,” she swallowed, “please.”
“Girl, I’ll whip you until the blood runs down your legs and you can’t sit down or lay flat on your back for a week.” By now Sarah knew Mac well enough to be sure that it was a gross exaggeration, meant to titillate her.
Mac focused the camera on Sarah’s ass and used a remote button to snap pictures of the rod hitting her behind. After a few pictures, he put down the remote and concentrated on whipping her.
It wasn’t severe as birchings go but he still used the rod hard enough to raise a few faint welts and even cause a few drops of blood. He finished off with half a dozen cuts, harder than the rest. Then he stopped and took a few more pictures.
“It’s time to thank me, little girl,” Mac said sternly.
“Thank you for the whipping,” Sarah murmured, sounding like she didn’t have much energy left. This time there were more than traces of tears in her lovely eyes. This time she had tears running down her face and she was fighting herself to keep from sobbing openly.
He untied her and ordered her to kiss the rod and put it away. When she had done as ordered, he had her get back into the position, and tied her to the bed again. He took out some lubricating cream which he spread on her anus, on his fingers and on his cock. Then he gently began to finger fuck her anus; taking his time he worked one, then two, and finally three fingers into her asshole.
When she was ready he inserted his prick into her anus, and gently began to move within her as she relaxed and opened herself up, enjoying the sensations that he was giving her. She even enjoyed the feeling of him ramming up against her painful buttocks. He pumped her harder and harder. He managed to grab the button for the camera and snap a few pictures of his cock in her ass before throwing it aside and building up to a frantic climax.
He helped her lay face down on the bed and gently bathed and treated her sore bottom. Before she could ask what he was going to do with the pictures, he gave her the roll of film.
“A souvenir of what I hope is not our only night together, and I don’t mean to say that I want you for a regular client! I really want you in my life, Sarah, love. I think I might even want you in my business too.” He paused, kissing her gently. “Do you think you could give a whipping as well as you can take one?”
Sarah gave him a devilish grin. “I’d be glad to demonstrate any time. You deserve a little payback.”
“Somehow I think I’ll wait until you cool down, and I don’t just mean your behind, before I let you anywhere near my butt.” He kissed her on the end of the nose. “I am a very wise man.”
“Did you say you were a wise man,” she said with a sly grin, “or a wise ass?”
“Just insult me, why don’t you? Just when I was going to be nice and give you your money back.” He handed her the money and became serious. “What we had tonight was more than a just little spanking. It was really great between us, and more than just wild, kinky sex. If I kept your money I’d feel like a