One of my little luxuries is that I don’t clean my own condo. I have a cleaner, Desy, who comes each week and cleans the whole place.

Desy is East European, with long dark hair. Late 20s. Large breasts and a curvy figure. She doesn’t always wear a bra, cleaning is hot work. I know she has big nipples from the way they poke through her sweatshirt. I’d mentally undressed her many a time, wondering what those breasts would look like in the naked flesh. I’d even fantasized about fucking her, but I’d behaved myself and never made any attempt to get into her pants.

Sometimes the cleaning is all done while I’m at work and I don’t see her. I just come home to a clean condo. But sometimes I get home before she has finished. It all started on a day like that.

I opened the door to the condo and walked in. Desy was in the hallway having just finished, about to leave. I walked into the living room and I could see immediately from the sun’s reflection on my dining table that it still had a large patch of dust. I called Desy over.

“Naughty girl,” I said, pointing at the dust. “I think you get your bottom spanked for that.” I hadn’t really meant anything by saying it, just mildly flirting with her.

Desy got out a duster and wiped the tabletop clean. But then, to my complete surprise, she bent over the table giggling.

“I’m ready for my punishment,” she said.

I looked at her tight jeans stretched over the firm cheeks of her bottom. I wasn’t sure if she really expected me to spank her but it was too tempting to resist. I brought my hand down hard on her ass. I don’t think it was really all that painful but it echoed impressively through the room. A second loud smack on her other cheek followed.

“That should be a reminder to keep your standards up,” I said with mock seriousness.

Desy stood up and rubbed her ass. She was breathing surprisingly heavily and I rather got the impression that she was sexually excited. As, I realized, was I. My cock was hard. I hadn’t realized that spanking Desy would be a turn-on.

I suddenly had an idea. “Next time I find fault,” I said, “it will be on your bare bottom.”

So now I hoped that I’d find something not cleaned properly next time. The prospect of making Desy drop her jeans and spanking her was something to look forward to.

A week later I left work a little early to make sure that I arrived home before Desy would have left. Driving home I wondered if Desy would be playing our game or whether the previous week had just been a one-off. Would she have deliberately left something obviously undone? And would she really let me spank her bare ass? My cock was hard as I drove just from thinking about it.

Sure enough, there was an obvious dusty patch in the middle of the dining table. I called Desy over. Somehow it seemed important that neither of us acknowledged that we were actually playing a sexual game. We both pretended that she had left the table like that accidentally and I would genuinely punish her, even though we both knew she’d done it deliberately so that I would discipline her.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as she wiped the table clean. “I don’t know how I missed it.”

“It’s not good enough,” I said. “I’m afraid I will have to punish you again. Take down your jeans and bend over the table.”

I held my breath for a moment, wondering if she would dare to do it. She undid the button on her jeans, slipped down the zip, and pushed them down to her ankles. She bent over the table. She was wearing a thong, her cheeks bare and just a thin strip of orange material running up between her cheeks. I could see the swelling of her sex between her thighs, just a thin covering of orange cotton concealing her pussy from my gaze. I wondered whether I should make her take her thong off but I decided to go slowly. I was pretty certain that in a week’s time I’d have another opportunity.

I brought my hand down hard on one cheek of her ass, making a loud slap. A pink handprint appeared on the white skin of her ass. Another two slaps on the same cheek, creating a rosy glow. Then three slaps on the other cheek. Her ass was a contrast of colors, the orange strip of her thong, the center of her cheeks a deep pink from the spanking, the rest of her cheeks a milky white.

“Don’t do it again,” I said. I hooked a finger underneath the material of her thong where it ran up between her cheeks and gave it a light tug. I knew she would feel it in her pussy. “I was kind to you this time and I let you keep your panties on. I won’t be so kind next time.”

She stood up and rubbed her glowing ass. Then she pulled up her jeans. Once again she seemed to be excited, aroused by her spanking. Of course I was rock hard too. But we both pretended not to notice.

“I’ll try and do better next time,” she said.

But of course she did no such thing.

“Take down your jeans and your panties and bend over the table,” I said. I could feel my cock hardening at the prospect of seeing her naked body. I love the thrill of seeing a woman’s pussy for the very first time.

She undid her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. Her panties this time were white. She pushed the waistband over her hips and they fell to join her jeans. Once again she surprised me though, because she pulled her feet out of her jeans. When she bent over the table she spread her legs hiding nothing from my gaze. Her pussy lips were shaved. I wondered if she’d shaved them just that morning, knowing full well she would be displaying herself to me later in the day. She had big puffy pink inner lips, which looked to be swollen with excitement. It took will-power not to reach out and touch her, knowing that would break the rules of our game.

I brought my hand down hard on her bare ass as I had the week before. But accidentally-on-purpose I let my fingertips wrap around her ass-cheek and just graze her pussy. I gave her six slaps as I had the previous week, but on the last one I let my hand linger on her ass, my fingertips pressed into the slit of her sex. I could feel how wet she was. She made no attempt to stand up, just remained bent over the table. I stroked her, the palm of my hand stroking her glowing ass and my fingertips stroking back and forth in between her lips, spreading her moisture around. I slowly pushed a finger into her cunt. She let out a long groan as I penetrated into that most intimate corner of her body for the first time. I knew I could fuck her, knew that she wouldn’t resist. But it seemed still more exciting to keep up the pretense that I was simply punishing her for a job poorly done. I pulled my finger out of her.

“Next time it will be more than my finger if your standards don’t improve,” I said sternly.

I crouched down and picked up her panties off the floor. She stood up and turned around. Of course that put her pussy just in front of my face. She had a triangle of thick black pubic hair. Just her lips were shaved. I wanted to lean forward and have a taste but once again, for some reason, sticking to the unwritten rules of our game seemed important and I did not. I held her panties while she stepped into them and then I pulled them up until her sex was once again hidden behind the veil of white cotton.

“I will try and do better next time,” she said meekly as she pulled on her jeans.

I couldn’t wait for that week to pass, knowing that I was finally going to fuck Desy. My cock was rock hard in anticipation as I opened the door to my condo.

“I’m sorry,” Desy said when she saw me, “but I knocked a glass off the counter and it shattered.”

“That’s very serious,” I said. “Much worse than just leaving the table undusted.”

“Yes,” she replied, submissively staring at my feet. “I think you had better punish me more severely.” She reached out and undid the buckle on my leather belt. For a moment I thought she was getting my cock out, which she can’t have failed to notice was rock hard, until she pulled the belt from its loops. “I think a firm strapping would be appropriate.”

She handed me the belt and then, without being asked, she undid her jeans and pushed her jeans and panties down and stepped out of them. But she went one step further this time and peeled off her sweatshirt. Underneath she wore a thin white T-shirt. I could see the dark shadows of her nipples through the thin material. Then she reached down, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She was now completely naked. Finally I got to see her large firm breasts. She indeed had huge nipples, both long and thick, a dark crimson color, like big raspberries, surrounded by the big pink disks of her areolas. I could see her nipples were already hard.

She turned, spread her legs and bent over the table, presenting her pussy to me like a wild animal about to mate. I held the belt by the buckle end, raised my arm and brought the belt down hard across her ass. The belt made a whoosh through the air followed by a sharp crack as it fell across her defenseless cheeks. She cried out. A red weal appeared almost immediately. I raised my arm again and slashed the leather through the air onto her ass a second time, a little bit lower than before. I gave her six strokes in all, as usual. By the time I was done her ass was criss-crossed with a red grid and she was sobbing at the pain.

She stayed bent over the table awaiting the second part of her punishment. I ran my fingers over the raised stripes and then lower between her legs and between her lips. She was absolutely sopping wet with arousal. I undid my jeans and pushed them down with my underwear. My cock was pointing out hard from my body. I moved behind Desy and positioned my cockhead between her lips in her entrance. I slowly pushed forward. I looked down and watched as my cock gradually vanished into my cleaner’s tight wet cunt, stretching her lips around it. She moaned as I entered her. I kept pushing my hips forward until my cock was completely buried inside her and my belly was pressed against her red-striped ass.

I started to fuck her, pulling almost out of her before slamming my cock back into her roughly, pushing thighs against the edge of the table. I reached around her body and took her enormous nipples between fingers and thumbs, squeezing them hard. She squealed in surprise and pain but it only seemed to make her more like an animal. She started to thrust her own body back against me, pushing her ass back as my cock rammed forward, taking me even deeper inside her.

As my cock reamed her pussy, I twisted her nipples back and forth. In no time she was cumming, her cunt squeezing me hard as her orgasm flooded through her body. “Oh my god,” she screamed as her climax built to a crescendo. I let go of her nipples and just cradled her firm breasts in each hand, feeling the hard nipple pressed into the palms of my hands.

I started to fuck her harder and faster. I was getting close to coming myself. After weeks of anticipation, finally fucking Desy was all that I had imagined. I pulled out of her as I felt my orgasm beginning. Ropes of white cum spurted from my cock across her red striped ass. I rubbed it into her skin as if it was some sort of soothing lotion.

I pulled up my jeans and underwear and was already dressed by the time Desy finally stood up.

“Well after that punishment I certainly will be careful not to break any more glasses,” she said as she slowly pulled on her clothes. A few minutes later she left.

During the next week I went to the sex-shop and purchased a pair of nipple clamps, small brass clamps with tiny teeth and a knurled knob that tightened a small screw thread. They even looked painful.

When I came home the following week it was clear that Desy had had an idea too. The table was once again not dusted but lying in the middle of it was one of the bamboo canes from my houseplants.

“The table is not dusted, Desy,” I said. I got the two nipple clamps out of my pocket. “Take off your shirt.”

She pulled her sweatshirt off and stood there in front of me, her breasts rising and falling slightly as she breathed heavily. I bent down and put my mouth over one of her nipples, flicking it with the end of my tongue to make it hard. I stood up. I put the nipple clamp over the rock hard nipple and tightened it until it was tight enough to remain in place. I bent over her other breast, this time gently nibbling on her nipple, feeling it harden inside my mouth. Soon the second clamp was in place. I reached out with both hands and turned the two little brass knobs. At first it was clearly a very pleasurable pain, like wiggling a loose tooth. But then as the little brass teeth tightened on her nipples she started to breath more heavily still, gritting her teeth to avoid crying out. Her eyes started to tear up. I mercilessly tightened the clamps as much as I dared.

Next, I picked up the cane and swooshed it through the air. I saw her shiver in anticipation of when it would fall across her bare ass. “Take down your pants and bend over the table.”

She slipped off her pants and panties and so she was completely naked. She spread her legs and leaned over the table, pressing her nipple-clamped breasts onto the tabletop. The grid of red stripes from last week’s strapping with my belt had almost completely faded. Her pussy, swollen with excitement, peeked between her thighs. I knew she would already be wet.

I took the cane and touched it against her ass taking aim. Again she shivered, a little twinge of excitement clearly ran through her. I lifted the cane up and brought it down hard. She yelped and her knees buckled with the pain for a moment. A thin red line appeared across the pale skin of her ass. I let her ride out the pain for a moment before I took aim again, this time lower, across the back of her thighs. Another loud swoosh and a crack, another yelp of anguish. Tears started to flow.

I almost felt guilty meting out such agony to the defenseless girl, but the more ruthless I was the more aroused she seemed to become. It wouldn’t be fair to deny her the perverse pleasure she got from my assault. Four more strokes of the cane fell, making her ass like a zebra but with red stripes rather than black.

I reached under her body and loosened the two nipple clamps. She cried out as, to her surprise, instead of relieving the pain, it became still more intense as the blood flowed back into her nipples.

Her excited pussy looked so delicious I decided I wanted to taste her before I fucked her. I crouched down behind her and lightly ran my tongue the length of her inner labia. I could sense her intense arousal. I pushed my tongue between her lips and into the opening to her body. She moaned and then spread her legs even wider and pushed back against me, taking my tongue deeper. I ran my tongue up a little to the little brown pucker of her asshole. Maybe one day I’d punish her by invading her there.

I ran my tongue down between her lips until I felt the tiny hard point of her clit. Once again her body trembled. I started to gently nudge her clit with the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when almost immediately her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. Her whole body went rigid for a moment and then she cried out with release as her climax exploded inside her body, seemingly endless waves of pleasure rippling through her.

I decided it was finally time to end our game and have more normal sex with Desy. I pulled her up and turned her to face me. I bent down and kissed her for the first time. She kissed me back hungrily, her tongue seeking out my own. Then I took her hand and, saying nothing, we went upstairs to my bedroom. While I undressed, she got onto my bed and lay on her back, her legs spread wide, the fat pink lips of her pussy gaping invitingly.

It was an invitation I lost no time in accepting. I moved onto the bed between her outspread thighs. She reached out and guided my cock into herself. She was unbelievably wet and turned-on from the caning and her recent orgasm. I pushed just my knob into her but she had other ideas. She thrust her hips up and greedily took almost my entire cock straight into her cunt. I pressed my body against hers, feeling her breasts against my chest. Our tongues intertwined as her hips started to fuck me, rocking back and forth on my cock as fast as she could move them. I barely moved, letting her do all the work as she seemed to want. I could feel my impending climax building up. She sensed it too and squeezed me with her cunt. That took me tight over the top and I was pumping jets of cum deep into my cleaner’s body.

I am now the owner of many ways of inflicting pain: overlarge dildos, ass plugs, nipple clamps, whips and canes. Desy loves to be taken right up to the limit, just shy of the point where she can’t take it. The closer she gets the more aroused she gets. And afterwards, just the smallest gesture of tenderness, a lick of her clit, a finger on her asshole, even just nibbling her nipples, and she comes intensely, the explosion of undiluted joy erasing the pain that went before. Most days we then spend the evening in my bed inflicting pleasure on each other.

And, of course, each time Desy leaves, my condo is clean. Spanking clean.

Part 2: Spanked Clean

This is the same story as “Spanking Clean” but told from the girl’s perspective. Each story stands on its own, but I hope it is as much fun to read them both as it was to write them.

Hi. My name is Desy and I’m a house-cleaner. I have many clients, most I visit once a week, a few more often.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m Bulgarian. I’m 25. I’m pretty fit since cleaning every day is better exercise than going to the gym. I have large breasts and a curvy hourglass figure. I’ve got big nipples which often stick out a little embarrassingly through whatever I’m wearing, especially as I don’t always bother with a bra when I’m cleaning. I get too hot and, to be honest, by breasts are firm enough I can get away without. So, at the risk of being immodest, I look pretty good. Of course I’m a cleaner so I’m typically wearing clothes that you wouldn’t wear if you worked in an office, let alone a fashion store. Old jeans, sweatshirts, that sort of thing. I buy most of my clothes in thrift stores.

Let me tell you about one of my clients. I won’t tell you his name. I clean his condo once a week. Most of the time I never see him since he is at work but some days, since he is my last appointment that day, he comes home just as I am finishing. I’ve noticed him checking me out a few times, wondering what my body would really be like underneath all those shapeless old clothes but he’s never even flirted with me.

Everything started on a day when he came home just as I was about to leave. I’d run short of time and he noticed that I’d not really cleaned the dining table properly and, now that the sun was lower in the sky, a large patch of dust was really obvious.

I forget exactly what he said but he ended up saying, “I think you need to get your bottom spanked.” I think he was just gently flirting with me but somehow it seemed so erotic. I felt a quiver between my legs. I cleaned the table. Then, before I had time to talk myself out of it, I bent over the table, pressing my chest onto the polished wood and knowing that my ass would be nicely presented.

“I’m ready,” I said.

Because of the way I was facing I couldn’t actually see him, but I could somehow sense his eyes on my ass. I was wearing jeans so nothing terribly revealing, although I’m aware my ass looks good in those jeans.

I didn’t hear anything but suddenly there was a loud smack and one of my ass cheeks really stung. I yelped, more in surprise than because it was painful. A second stinging smack landed on my other cheek.

“That should be a reminder to you in future,” he said. He sounded serious but I think he was just joking really. But the thing that surprised me is that I felt aroused. I’d never been spanked before. Well, except lightly when being fucked from behind, but then I was already aroused. But there was no doubt, being spanked like that had had a completely unexpected effect.

“Next time,” he carried on, “it will be your bare bottom.”

Of course the very thought of that sent another spasm of arousal stabbing through my pussy. I could feel myself starting to breathe slightly harder like I do when I start to get excited.

I left after that. However, while driving home, I’d pretty much already decided that next time I wouldn’t dust the table. I wasn’t sure if I’d dare drop my jeans for him, I’d never done anything like that before. I wasn’t sure if he’d dare make me. But the idea of it was just incredibly arousing. In fact I fantasized about it a couple of times that week when I masturbated.

That morning I deliberately selected my most revealing underwear. No bra, of course. And an orange thong. In fact it was quite modest from the front, but behind the thong just had a ribbon of orange material, maybe a quarter-inch wide, that ran up between my cheeks to the whale-tail.

I cleaned the condo except for the dining table. He hadn’t returned by the time I finished and I suddenly had a feeling of disappointment in my stomach. I was just about to give up and leave when I heard his key in the lock. He inspected the table, noticing the dust of course. But he pretended that it was simply lack of attention to detail on my part even though he must have known I’d done it deliberately. I apologized as I dusted the table clean.

“It’s not good enough,” he said. “Drop your jeans and bend over the table.”

I paused for a moment, summoning up the courage to actually do it. I undid the button on my jeans, unzipped them and pushed them over my hips until they fell around my ankles. I bent over the table. Again I could sense his eyes roving over my ass, probably dropping between my legs for a little inspection of the orange-clad bulge of my pussy.

Again, because I couldn’t see back, his hand landing on my ass was a surprise. I heard the loud slap echo around the room and then the pain hit, a sting much stronger than last time when I still wore my jeans. He spanked me twice more on the same cheek. Then three spanks on the other cheek for a total of six. I could feel my cheeks glowing and I was sure they must be bright pink. And of course I could feel excitement in my pussy, feel the moisture of my arousal seeping out.

Then, to my surprise, he hooked his finger under the strip of my thong between my cheeks and gently tugged it. That sent more tremors of arousal directly into my pussy. He told me that next time I wouldn’t get to keep my panties on, which of course simply aroused me even more.

I stood up and rubbed my ass to ease the pain a little. I looked back and I could see the outline of his cock through his own jeans. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

“I’ll try and do better next time,” I said. But we both knew that I had no intention of doing anything of the sort. The fact that he would see my pussy next week somehow thrilled me. I drove directly home since I just had to get my fingers onto my clit and release the intolerable tension from my body.

That morning in the shower I took a razor and made sure that my outer lips were smooth and hairless. If he was going to see my pussy, I wanted him to be able to see everything. I’ve got meaty inner labia, a deep pink color. They get quite swollen when I get excited. I stood in front of the mirror when I got out of the shower. There was a triangle of thick curly black pubes at the base of my belly, and beneath that you could see a little hairless skin and then the deep furrow of my slit with the pinkness of my pussy lips lurking within.

“Take down your jeans and your panties and bend over the table,” he said after I’d finally cleaned it.

Just hearing those words sent fluttery ripples of arousal into my pussy. I undid my jeans and pushed them and my panties down to the floor. Somehow, if he was going to be viewing my pussy, I wanted him to have a good view. So I pushed my shoes off and stepped out of the puddle of clothes on the floor so that I was completely naked from the waist down. I bent over the table but I also spread my legs so I was hiding nothing, offering him my body unreservedly. I could feel my lips engorged with the blatant display I knew I was presenting to him.

His hand once again slapped stingingly hard onto my cheek. But now that my pussy was completely bare I felt his fingertips just lightly touch me. I don’t think such a tiny touch on my pussy has ever been so arousing. He slapped that cheek once more, his fingers again pressing gently into my slit. Then he slapped my other cheek three times until it was glowing. From that angle his fingertips were towards the outside of my body so my pussy was denied the thrill of further touch. Finally, he went back to the first cheek for his final stroke. He didn’t remove his hand from my ass. Instead, his fingertips pushed between my lips. I could feel how wet I was against him. I just lay there pressed into the table as he explored my swollen pussy, slipping back and forth between my fleshy inner lips. Then I felt a fingertip in my opening. He slowly but firmly pushed his finger into me. I heard a groan before I realized it was me. I wondered whether he was going to fuck me. After all I wasn’t going to stop him if he tried. But he pulled his finger out from me leaving a feeling of emptiness in my cunt.

“Next time it will be more than my finger,” he said. Those were the words he spoke but of course what I heard was “Next week I’m going to fuck you.”

I slowly stood up. To my surprise he crouched down and picked up my panties and held them out for me to step into. Of course I was really conscious of his fact that his face was just inches from my pussy. I hoped he would dare to lick me, my pussy was just aching for more attention. But instead he continued to pretend that he was just punishing me for my poor cleaning and he pulled up my panties.

I pulled on my jeans and raced down to my car in the parking garage. The moment I was in my car I had to unzip my jeans again. I pushed my hand into my panties and stroked my clit hard and fast like I do just before I climax. It only took second before a huge orgasm exploded through me, waves of pleasure radiating from my cunt throughout my whole body.

It was hard to get through the next week knowing that he, the person I was starting to think of as my master, would finally fuck me. Somehow I also wanted something more extreme than just a spanking, something more severe, rougher, more challenging. I knew the worse the throbbing in my ass the better the feeling would be in my cunt. I still hadn’t decided what to do, though, even when I heard his key in the lock.

When he entered the room I saw he was wearing jeans but my eyes were immediately drawn to his belt. Thick leather, nearly two inches wide. Perfect.

I told him that I’d knocked a glass off the counter and broken it, although in fact I hadn’t. A worse punishment seemed to require a worse infraction to justify it. I stared at the floor as he chastised me. Then I reached out and undid his belt buckle. I’m sure he thought I was going to undo his zip and get his cock out, I could see it was already hard. But instead I pulled the belt out from its loops.

“I think a firm strapping would be appropriate,” I said as I handed him the belt. And then as the previous week I undid my own jeans and pushed them down and stepped out of them. A worse punishment somehow seemed to require more nakedness too so I pulled off the sweatshirt and T-shirt I was wearing. I stood totally naked in front of my master for the first time. We stood there for a moment, him looking me up and down drinking in the sight of my naked body, me looking down submissively but actually looking at the bulge in his jeans, his hard cock that would soon be inside me.

I turned, spread my legs wide and bent over the table, pressing my hard nipples onto the polished wood. I felt so vulnerable, my ass presented for whipping, my pussy completely defenseless. I heard the belt swoosh through the air and thwack onto my ass. That was followed immediately by an intense stinging sensation across my ass as if I’d just been attacked by bees. I heard, rather than felt, myself cry out. The stinging gradually faded a little but was replaced by a painful burning, as if the belt had been made from hot metal instead of leather. It was only a few weeks ago that I’d first been spanked, a couple of what I now considered tame hand-slaps onto my clothed ass. Now here I was enduring a heavy strapping on my bare ass. I worried that it might be more than I could take.

A second whoosh through the air and another stinging lash across my throbbing cheeks. I felt my knees buckle slightly. My eyes welled up with tears. Despite the agonizing pain my pussy was pulsing with excitement. After the third stroke I started to sob, the weak part of me wanted him to stop immediately, the strong part of me wanted the full six strokes. Only that way would I earn the pleasure I knew I would feel as his cock slid into my body. I would be strong.

I’m not sure how I endured the final three strokes. When it was over I was sobbing, tears dripping down my face onto the table. My ass was burning as if someone was running a blow-torch back and forth across it.

I felt him run his finger over my ass. I could tell that there were little ridges where the belt had fallen. My ass must be covered in bright red stripes. He moved his fingers to my pussy. Even I was amazed just how wet I was as he pushed between my lips. He spread my juices around lubricating my entire pussy. Then I heard a thrilling sound, his zip being undone. Almost immediately I felt his cock nestle in the entrance to my cunt. He pushed forward, slowly but steadily. The front of my thighs were pushed against the table so there was, deliciously, no escape for me. His cock felt thick, thicker than any man I could remember, as it gradually forced its way into me. I let out a long, low moan as he penetrated me for the first time. Finally I could feel his belly pressed against my smarting ass-cheeks. He pulled back, almost completely out of me, and then slammed forward hard, burying himself back in my cunt and forcing my thighs uncomfortably against the edge of the dining table. As he continued to fuck me roughly he reached underneath my body and took each of my nipples between a finger and thumb. He squeezed them hard creating lightning bolts of pain. And then I was cumming. I felt my cunt rhythmically squeezing his cock as my orgasm swamped my body. I cried out. I don’t think I’d ever had such a strong climax. He continued twisting my nipples back and forth and fucking me as my orgasm seemed to go on and on and on.

When it was over, he moved and gently cradled my breasts. I could feel my nipples pressed hard into his palms. His cock was moving more slowly inside me now, almost lovingly I felt. Then he moved his hands to my hips and started to fuck me hard and fast. I could hear him breathing heavily, I knew he was close to coming. He pulled out of me and I felt the unmistakable warm jets of cum slash across my ass. He rubbed it into my ass as if it were a soothing lotion.

I reached back and massaged my cum-covered, red-striped ass. Then I slowly dressed and left, my whole body glowing with post-orgasmic bliss except for my ass still glowing from the brutality of my whipping.

Almost every night that week I masturbated, reliving the intense experience I’d had. First the painful whipping with the heavy belt, followed by an intense fuck, trapped between my master’s cock and the table. It took no time at all to bring myself to orgasm as I remembered all the details.

The following week I wondered what we could do to intensify the experience even more. I knew he would whip me, and I would be sobbing with pain. And then he would fuck me and I would be screaming with joy. As I was cleaning I noticed one of his houseplants, which had a bamboo cane in the pot, no longer necessary for supporting the plant. I pulled it out from the pot, rinsed off the dirt and laid the cane down in the center of the dining table. I already felt little twinges in my pussy at the thought of my imminent caning, a mixture of pleasurable anticipation and outright terror.

When he came in, he took one look at the dirty dining table and the cane lying there. But he surprised me.

“Take off your shirt,” he said. I immediately complied, standing there breathing heavily, wondering what he had in mind. He reached into his pocked and brought out two little brass cage things. I wasn’t sure what they were at first. He bent down and flicked one nipple with his tongue. Of course it was instantly hard. He then put what I now realized was a nipple clamp over my long hard nipple and tighten a little knurled knob. The clamp bit down onto my nipple. He stopped when it was tight enough not to fall off but before it was painful. My other nipple received the same treatment.

He reached out with both hands and started to further tighten the clamps. I could feel the little teeth starting to bite me as the feeling went from merely uncomfortable, to painful, to agonizing. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I gritted my teeth, determined not to cry out, determined to take it.

Finally, he picked up the cane and swooshed it through the air. It made a terrifying sound. I shivered, already worrying about the moment when the swoosh would terminate on my unprotected ass.

“Take down your pants and bend over,” he said quietly. It was almost difficult to do since there were such strong darts of pain from my nipples each time I moved. But once again I slipped off everything, spread my legs and bent over for my master. My clamped nipples rested on the tabletop. I could feel my pussy, already excited and engorged, vulnerably exposed between my thighs.

He touched the cane against my ass to take aim. I shivered and tensed my body ready for the pain to come. I heard the cane come down. I cried out and my knees buckled as the cane agonizingly slashed across my ass. It felt like a red-hot steel rod had seared a line across my cheeks. I straightened my legs and panted heavily, which seemed to ease the intensity slightly. I felt the cane against my ass again as he aimed the second stroke. I heard the crack of the cane against my ass and then, a barely perceptible time later, another searing wheal burned onto my ass. I started to sob. If the belt the previous week had been painful, this was at a completely different level. However, despite the agonizing throbbing lines across my ass, I could also feel the pleasurable throbbing in my pussy.

Four more strokes of the cane, four more explosions of agony. Finally it was over. He reached under my body and loosened the nipple clamps and removed them. By now my nipples had got used to the clamps and the original pain had been replaced with a dull ache. But when the clamps were released the blood flooded back and with it came the pain, almost as intense as originally.

I felt his hands on my ass and then I felt his breath just near my pussy. His tongue lightly ran the length of my protruding excited labia. He pushed his tongue into me, circling in the entrance to my cunt. Then he moved higher and circled the tip of his tongue on my asshole. Of course that immediately made me wonder if he wanted to enter me there, something I’d fantasized about but never done. He moved back lower and started to gently circle his tongue on my clit. It took almost nothing before I climaxed. I felt my whole body go rigid and I heard myself cry out as the intensity of my orgasm slammed into my body. He continued to lightly lick my clit, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from my pulsating cunt.

I expected him to enter me but instead he gently took my hands and pulled me up. He turned me so I was facing him. My master bent down and kissed me for the first time. My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own and it hungrily pushed forward, jousting with his tongue like fighting snakes. He took my hand and, without saying a thing, he took me upstairs to his bedroom. I lay on the bed and spread my legs wide, offering myself completely to him as I watched him undress.

Since I’d always been fucked from behind I’d not actually seen his erect cock. It stuck out rigidly from his body, a thick shaft with a large pink mushroom-shaped knob. He moved onto the bed between my outspread thighs. I reached out for his cock and guided his cockhead into my welcoming cunt. Then I thrust my hips up and buried him in my body. He lay down against me, his chest pressed against my breasts. As we kissed I rocked my hips, fucking him greedily. I sensed when he was about to come and squeezed my cunt onto his cock. And then he came, his tongue twirling against my own as he pumped his seed deep inside me.

We have a box in the closet of painful toys. A huge dildo that barely fits into my cunt. A large ass plug shaped like a screw thread. Heavy straps. Canes. A horse-whip. The greater the pain before, the greater the pleasure after. When finally my master stops punishing me and starts to pleasure me it takes only the slightest touch and the strongest orgasms of my life burst through me.