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Outrider -> Retribution (11/24/2009 8:35:54 AM)
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The key turned in the lock, I paused, wondering if you were still in bitch mode, decided I’d know soon enough, went back to typing. I heard you walk into the kitchen, fridge open, fridge close, then nothing. I sensed you enter the room, looked up, you stood bare footed, jeans and T-shirt, eyes cast down, offering a cane with both hands.
I took it, feeling its hard smoothness between my fingers, this was new, I’d never seen it before, you must have just bought it, said it was for the flowers no doubt. I laid the cane on the desk. “Strip” I said, you lifted your eyes, full of smoldering resentment, you lowered your eyes, saying nothing, doing nothing. “Right” I thought, Standing I trapped your slim wrists in my left hand and pulled them over your head. My right hand pulling up your T-shirt, dragging it over your tits, your face, bundling it up just under where I held you, gripping your wrists with my right hand under the shirt, I used my left hand to pull it free. Still you said nothing. I gave your nipples a tweak, still nothing. Right bitch, we’ll see. Holding your wrists tight behind your back I walked you over to where we kept the toys, and selecting a rope bound you, wrists crossed. The surplus rope I used to pull your arms high on your back, passing the rope over your shoulder, under your arm pits across your back and back over the other shoulder, then knotting it to the rope on your wrists. Taking another length of rope I wrapped around your arms and body, just under your tits, pulling it tight enough to hurt. Still you remained silent. Now your jeans, button, zip, not removing them yet, walking you into the bedroom, throwing you face down on the bed and then pulling them off. Enjoying, and at the same time, cursing your beauty. I dragged one ankle to the bedpost and bound it there and then the other to the other post, I ran my hand over your ass, between your legs, you’re soaking you horny bitch, but still, you give no response. Seizing the rope binding your arms I pull you taut against the ropes on you ankles and threading another rope under your armpits I knotted each end to the bedposts, now you really were going nowhere.
I left you there, returning with three items, the cane, a blindfold and a gag. Your face is turned away from me. I speak anyway. “There exists three possibilities, I give you 10 strokes of the cane and as we have neighbors, you will remain as silent as you are now. If you find that impossible I’ll gag you and make it 50 strokes” I paused. At last you spoke “The third possibility?” I felt I had to give you the chance “I let you go and we forget all about this”. You turned your head to look at me, in your eyes pure contempt. There was nothing else to say, I lifted your head by your hair and slid the blindfold over your eyes and stroked the cane over your ass. I saw your body tense as I lifted the cane and brought down hard on the upper half of your ass. You convulsed, body writhing against the ropes but not a sound escaped you, I gave you a second or two to control, contain the pain, then I struck again. Hard, just above the top of your thighs, aware you were feeling the impact in your pussy and anus. Again you spasm I hear the ropes creaking as you fight to escape, an anguished murmur your only vocal response. The first stroke had left a angry red welt and the second was forming, I felt a third in the middle was appropriate, now you reaction was less violent, getting used to the pain I guess, but your breathing was rapid. The next stroke crossed the other three, forming a barred Z, but your reaction was still muted. I decided my mistake was giving you time to recover between each stroke. So now I gave you no time to recover, striking again on the red welts, now you writhed, whimpered. Stroke 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10. “That’s it” you gasped almost guttural with pain, “10”. I heard myself laugh “one for luck” I said and struck again low and hard, I could hear the bed creaking now as you tried to pull free, you hit spasm after spasm sobbing, sounding barely human. After a minute or so you began to relax, I stroked my hand over your flame red ass, slid the tear soaked blindfold away from your eyes, after a moment you turned to look at me, tear stained eyes no longer angry “Thank you” you said.
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