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Double Dutch Treat, Chapter 1 - 1/22/2012 11:21:16 PM

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It was late Friday afternoon when she returned his call. Jen was a 5'9', 125 pound 24 year-old grad student who helped work her way through college as a fitness trainer. Her particular attraction was older established men and she had no trouble finding them. Her latest dabbling was Martin, an insurance broker in his late forties who she had dated several times in the last two weeks. The passion was brewing and Martin had called and asked her if she wanted to go on a ski weekend at Lake Tahoe. All expenses paid of course.
The cell phone began to dance to the rhythm of the vibrating ringer on the wooden top of Martin's desk. The caller i.d. lit up and Martin's eyes caught the identity of the caller "JWA." It was her. He felt an almost instantaneous erection as he pressed the answer button on his smart phone. Trying to contain his excitement Martin gave his best nonchalant hello as he began the call. "Martin I've cleared my schedule and would love to go to Lake Tahoe with you this weekend," was the first thing he heard in response. His heart began to race and he felt the growing excitement over the prospective company in his pants too. After several minutes of banter and small talk he hung up beaming with excitement. Now he had to do the dirty part.
Martin scrolled through his contacts until he found Sheryl's entry. Sheryl was Martin's on and off person of interest over the last year. She was also in her mid-forties and divorced with one daughter also college age. Sheryl was still a knockout and a former college cheerleader. She now worked as a realtor and her career passion overrode her desire to remarry. But Sheryl liked her sex rough and Martin always kept in touch with her because it wasn't often he found a good submissive sex partner. It was supposed to be their weekend getaway but Martin couldn't help himself and after a particularly amorous end to his last date with Jen he decided to pull the trigger and replace Sheryl.
Sheryl had been planning on this weekend for two months. It had been busy but the properties she was selling now were shit and her income was down. She was smart and lived beneath her means but it was still difficult adjusting to the new normal. So she was ready for a weekend on the slopes and in the sack with Martin. So ready she had left an hour early to surprise him when he arrived. After an hour of driving she was well into her anticipated plans for the weekend and it was several rings before she clicked the bluetooth on her steering wheel to answer Martin's call.
"Hello," Sheryl says.
"Hello Sheryl," Martin replied.
"I'm really excited about the weekend and have a special surprise for you," said Sheryl.
"That's great but I have some bad news. My partner landed a chance to write a huge commercial policy and we have to have it submitted by Monday. He needs me here this weekend to work on the contract," Martin said trying to keep his voice calm.
"Shit, so you're dumping me for the weekend?" Sheryl replied.
"I guess you can look at it that way but this is really important for the business and my partner," Martin stated.
"I understand but this is a big disappointment Martin. I really needed this weekend," Sheryl said.
"I'm sorry honey. I'll make it up to you next time," Martin said.
"You bet you will," said Sheryl as she hung up the handsfree device terminating the call. Exhaling Martin turned the office light off and headed to the car. He was to pick up Jen in 90 minutes.
Sheryl was furious. She found the next exit and turned the car around to return home for what was now a weekend with no plans, no sex and no release whatsoever. Her daughter Nia was home for the Christmas holiday and she had left her in charge of the house. Sheryl pulled up the home landline number on her contact list and dialed the house. Nia was her own girl and she didn't want to bother her on her cell phone. The message machine for the home phone played over the speakers in Sheryl's Lexus and after the beep she said, "Honey my weekend plans have all gone to shit and I'll be home in about an hour and a half." Still incensed Sheryl began the drive back home trying to calm herself.
The garage door to Sheryl's house rolled down closing after Nia's car entered. Nia got out and so did her friend Lance. Lance was a guy who Nia had gone to high school with and still saw when she was home from school and over the summer. They weren't particularly an item, but they were frequently seen together when both were around. Nia grabbed her purse and said nothing following Lance's lead into the house. He directed her to go upstairs to her bedroom and she began her way up the stairs Lance following with a large cloth bag in his hands. Once in Nia's room Lance stood her straight and instructed her to put her arms behind her back and clasp her wrists together. Once done Lance began to explore Nia's body with his hands and lips. Nia was 5'6' tall and slender like her mom. She had dark skin tones and beautiful brunette hair. Her body was well constructed and Lance wanted all of it.
"You understand that you are giving yourself to me for the entire weekend?" Lance whispered in Nia's ear as he explored her body with his hands fondling her breasts and massaging her thighs. "And that in exchange for giving yourself to me I will give you the most pleasureable experience you've ever had?"
"I understand and give myself to you Sir," Nia replied.
With that Lance opened his bag and took out several small bundles of soft white nylon rope. He separated Nia's wrists and slid her shirt over her shoulders. His hands cupped her breasts massaging them through her bra. Nia let out a small moan as he kneaded them to a desirable level of firmness. Lance slid her bra off over Nia's shapely shoulders and took her wrists in his hands. He took a length of the rope and began securing them together in front of her finishing with a knot below them. Next he found a large red ball gag set in a wide leather strap from his bag. Nia watched attentively and anxiously as she watched Lance adjust the straps to fit her cinching the gag tightly behind her neck she felt her jaw being forced open as the ball filled her mouth. "Mmmmmph," Nia mumbled around the rim of the gag.
"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of work with your mouth," Lance assured her as he led her to the edge of her bed and stopped her standing at the edge. He unbuttoned her pants and slid them off her hips falling to rest at her ankles, leaving her in just her panties. Lance pushed gently on Nia's chest and she collapsed on the bed. He laughed and slid her pants off her ankles and removed her panties now leaving her naked on the bed. Taking another length of rope Lance pulled Nia's bound wrists above her and tied them to the headboard of her bed. Next he walked to the foot and grabbed Nia's legs. She mildly resisted and a couple quick barehanded swats on the soft skin of the inside of her thigh encouraged better compliance. Lance secured Nia's ankles to the feet of the bed her legs now spread wide. Nia struggled against the new bonds pulling her wrists and legs testing her ability to move within her confinement. Lance left her some room but she would find as the weekend went on that room would become smaller and smaller.
Lance reached over and pulled his bag closer to the bed. He then sat down beside Nia's restrained figure and began to explore her body with his hands. He slid them up and down the inside and outside of her thighs pausing to gently rub her pussy which produced an immediate moan of restrained pleasure escaping the gag. Drawing them slowly up her slender abdomen Lance again turned his attention to Nia's breasts. Reaching into his bag he removed a pair of steel nipple clamps connected together with a length of chain. Her eyes grew large as he slowly applied each clamp to her left, then right nipple. Lance smiled as Nia winced in pain as the pressure was applied to her nipples.
"Ouch, dammit that hurts so good!" was the storyline voice running through Nia's head as she helplessly watched Lance apply the nipple clamps. She begged through the gag shaking her head no but her pleas were ignored. Nia instintively pulled against her bonds hoping that this tug would free her. Lance watched as she became reacquainted with the limits of her freedom. Next Lance took a long silver object from the bag and along with a tube of lubricant.
"I'm going to put you on autopilot for a while. I need to see what you have to eat and drink." Lance mused as Nia mumbled an unintelligible reply. Nia watched as Lance drizzled lubricant on the silver object. "This is going to allow me to control your pleasure while I'm raiding your refrigerator," Lance quipped. He gently began to slide the gleaming silver vibrating egg inside Nia's pussy now wet from Lance's repeated fondling. Lance then took a long length of rope and threaded lengths around her waist and pussy preventing her from ejecting the dildo. The crotchrope pulled tight around her waist and between her legs Lance took the remote control from his pocket and showed it to Nia. "I can dial up or down the pleasure with the remote," Lance said as he again reached into his bag removing a leather blindfold. "Now I don't want you to have to worry about what you're seeing or anything. I just want you to concentrate on your pleasure so I'm going to blindfold you. And with that, over modest objection, Lance slid the blindfold over Nia's head and secured it depriving her of her sense of sight. "I'll be back shortly. I hope you enjoy yourself," Lance said as he got up from the bed. Before leaving to go downstairs he looked back at her bound, gagged and blindfolded figure. It was a site of awe inspiring excitement for Lance and all he needed right now was a cold beer and some time to gather himself. He went over to the radio on the dresser and turned the satellite channel to a soft jazz station and left it just loud enough so that create some background noise and prevent Nia from hearing Lance skulk around the bedroom.
Nia heard the music come on and the door close. After a few moments of silence Nia was sure Lance had left the room. Her mind was awash in an explosion of thoughts ranging from terror to near orgasm. She was maintaining things well until Lance blindfolded her. Nia felt her heart begin to race as her eyes were covered. She whimpered her disapproval through the ball gag. The loss of her sight and ability to have an idea what was going to happen next left Nia anxious and a little fearful. She again pulled against the ropes securing her hands and feet but like before they held her firm. Her mind was beginning to adjust to losing her sight. Her heart rate peaked and she began to feel an anxious level of hopelessness about her current situation.
After a few minutes Nia's mind began to wander recalling how she came to allow herself to be in this predicament. Lance was the guy who had taken her virginity her senior year in high school. They had been friends for several years and it happened as an afterthought to a night of underage drinking. For some reason the relationship continued on and off over her college years even though Lance had chosen to go to school at the local college. But last weekend something happened. Nia and Lance were out and it was late. They began engaging in some romantic horseplay and Lance took a leftover ziptie he had on the floor of his car and bound Nia's hands behind her back. At that moment the nature of their relationship changed. What ensued was a feverish lovemaking session leaving Nia wanting to learn more about what had happened. It took a couple days but she called Lance on Tuesday and let him know that her Mom was to be out of town for the weekend and she had the house to herself. Lance and Nia discussed the weekend and made firm plans. Once Sheryl had left Nia was to pick up Lance and he would stay until Sunday afternoon. The plan was for Nia to be his weekend submissive. She spent the rest of the week fantasizing about what it might be like and now she was at that point where fantasy and reality collide. And she was sruggling to control her the balance between her fear and excitement over her choices. And then her train of thought was jarred as suddenly she felt a vibration between her legs. Lance had turned on the vibrator. Nia's focus immediately shifted to the new and relentless vibration coming from the dildo inside her and the feelings it was beginning to generate.
Lance waited until reaching the bottom of the stairs and then clicked the remote control on the lowest setting. The battery life in the vibrator was two hours but he was going to be back long before then. He entered the kitchen and opened the referigerator door immediately finding a cold botttle of Corona. Lance grabbed it and located an opener, removed the top and took a big draw. He paused a minute to think. He loved being dominant but had no idea he would be in a position to have Nia as his submissive. He mused that maybe that was the undiscovered glue that kept their relationship alive after high school. Lance removed a box of leftover pizza from the fridge, set it on the counter, opened the box and removed a piece eating it cold inbetween draws on the Corona. Maybe in ten minutes he'll kick the vibrator up a notch.
The Lexus eased around the last corner of Sheryl's subdivision and she was about a hundred yards from the house. She reached up and activated the garage door opener and eased into her stall beside Nia's car. She had calmed down just a little bit but was still uptight about being stood up for the weekend. Sheryl left her bags in the car for now. Grabbing her coat and purse she wasn't disturbed by the alarm being deactivated since Nia was most likely home. Sheryl turned the knob and entered her home. She walked down the hallway turning towards the kitchen. She stopped abruptly.
"Lance, what are you doing here drinking my beer and eating my pizza?" Sheryl inquired of him. Lance was caught completely off guard by Sheryl's sudden appearance in the kitchen.
"Hello Mrs. James. Nia invited me over for a while and I was hungry. Sorry to help myself. She told me that you were going to be out of town with Martin for the weekend and she didn't want to be alone the whole time," Lance said with unbelievable calmness given the sudden turn of events.
Sheryl had known Lance as one of Nia's friends for some time. She never could figure out what Nia saw in him. He wasn't overly attractive and didn't come from any wealth. He had a good work ethic and had attended several years at the local university but didn't graduate and was working as a part-time country club bartender. Sheryl thought that was a bit of an underachievement but respected Lance because he worked hard and was respectful. He had some odd attraction about him that he always seemed to be able to attract girls of any age. Regardless of all this he was the last person Sheryl thought she'd see in her kitchen at this moment in time. Sheryl noticed the flashing message machine on the counter which indicated that her message saying she was coming home hadn't been played. She thought that curious given finding Lance in the kitchen and Nia's car at home.
"My weekend plans turned to shit. Martin stood me up and gave me the 'big deal' excuse. He probably found some young vapid blonde who will screw his brains out and drain his wallet," Sheryl said with a tone mixed with disappointment and bitterness. "Now my weekend is shot to hell," she added. "Where's Nia?" Sheryl asked Lance.
Lance, under the duress of the moment decided to tell the truth. "She's upstairs tied up at the moment. She might be down in a while," he replied. He then reached up and removed a wine glass hanging in the rack above the counter setting it right side up on the granite top. He reached into the refrigerator locating an open bottle of chardonnay. Lance grabbed the bottle and removed the cork pouring a glass and sliding it over to Sheryl.
I'll take the wine this time but I want a Corona and a shot of tequila next," Sheryl said graciously.
"Duly noted. I feel terrible your weekend plans fell through. What are you going to do now?" Lance asked trying to get a bearing on what he could do in the situation.
"I don't know. I was just so pissed off that I turned the car around and drove home. I spent more time trying to calm myself down than I did thinking about replacement plans. It takes so much for me to get an entire weekend off and it just really sucks," Sheryl mused taking a long sip from the glass of wine.
"I understand your situation better than you know Mrs. James," Lance said slyly, smiling at her.
"Call me Sheryl. Mrs. James sounds so old. Will you help me bring in my bags? Maybe I can get a little work in trade for my pizza and beer," Sheryl asked of Lance.
Lance couldn't help notice Sheryl's well-preserved figure. She needed to keep a good package to be successful and she did. Her ski sweater hugged her curves and her stretch pants revealed a shapely profile that would turn heads almost anywhere. He wondered what she saw in Martin as they walked out to the garage. Lance didn't mind helping because it gave him time to stall for a way out of this situation.

Feel Free to comment. I'm currently on Chapter 7. My apologies for any formatting errors.

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RE: Double Dutch Treat, Chapter 1 - 1/23/2012 11:20:52 AM

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Intriguing story, I can't wait to read more!

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RE: Double Dutch Treat, Chapter 1 - 5/6/2012 10:33:27 PM

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It seemed like an eternity in her mind. Nia lay there wriggling in response to the dildo vibrating inside her. When was Lance going to return? How long did it take to get a beer? Occasionally she bit down on the rubber ball gag when things got too close. She had already had one small orgasm and she could feel her pleasure center building. Nia felt her body developing a glistening layer of perspiration, the results of her struggle against the bonds and in response to the vibrator. The clamps still pinched her nipples but they had acclimated somewhat to the feeling and it wasn't the biting pain she felt when they were put on. She blinked her eyes thinking that would restore her sight but alas, just as the ropes securely held her body the blindfold securely kept her sight from her. She laid back giving up the struggle for just a moment pouting at her predicament.
With the bags retrieved and sitting at the bottom of the stairs Sheryl returned to her glass of wine, finishing it, setting the glass on the table and giving Lance the "I'm ready for the tequila" look. Lance noticing the que produces a chlled shot glass from the freezer and a bottle of tequila. He pours a shot into the chilled glass and reaches into the referigerator grabbing two Coronas. Opening them both he takes a drink from his and motions to Sheryl her order is ready.
Sheryl took the chilled glass and poured it down her throat following it with a draw from her Corona. "Now I'm feeling a little better. When do you think Nia is going to be down?" she asked Lance.
"I doubt for a while. She's really tied up at the moment," Lance repeated, wondering when Sheryl was going to start getting suspicious.
Sheryl was feeling the effects of the alcohol a bit now. Her rage and inhibitions passed she asked Lance, "You've said that twice now. What is she doing? Is she upstairs?"
"Yes she is. She's not doing much at the moment but I think she's having a good time doing it," Lance said slyly again, feeling that Sheryl was beginning to loosen up.
"You're not making a lot of sense. I'm going to take my bags upstairs and say hello to her," Sheryl said.
"Ok, but you probably ought to let me help you," Lance said grabbing Sheryl's two bags and leading her up the stairs to the master bedroom.
The bags safely at the end of Sheryl's dresser she makes a move to leave the room saying to Lance, "I'm going to see what Nia's up to and say hello."
Knowing the jig was up Lance had to make a bold move. "Ok Sheryl, but let me open the door and you need to be real quiet," he admonished her.
Slightly buzzed and somewhat frustrated at his obstructionism she continued to move to the door. Lance cut her off and led her to Nia's room. Before opening the door he again reminded Sheryl that she needed to be quiet. The knob turned and the door slowly opened. Sheryl and Lance crept in and Sheryl caught sight of Nia's bound, gagged and blindfolded body writhing on her bed. She went to speak and Lance quickly clasped one hand over her mouth and the other behind her head keeping her from speaking.
"Like I told you Sheryl, she's all tied up at the moment," Lance again whispered in her ear still clasping his hand over her mouth. As Sheryl regained her composure she watched as Nia wriggled against the ropes and moaned in pleasure as she felt the hum of the vibrator working inside her. Lance quietly spirited Sheryl out of the room closing the door.
"What the hell are you doing to her Lance?" Sheryl asked in a half-whisper half-shout.
"She submitted to be under my control for the entire weekend in exchange for a greater understanding of how much pleasure she can feel," Lance said looking Sheryl straight in the eyes.
"So does that give you the right to tie her to the bed, gag and blindfold her? Sheryl inquired.
"It does and probably a lot more. She wants to feel what it's like to have repeated multiple orgasms beyond her ability to control them. I'll take from her the pleasure that I want too. But she will be thoroughly pleasured when I am done with her. Right now I have a vibrator inside her and I can adjust the intensity of it with this remote control. Be quiet and listen as I turn it up a notch," Lance said as he dialed up the level of intensity on the remote. Within seconds they both heard an empassioned moan over the sound of the radio from Nia as she tried to adjust to the new more intense pleasure coursing through her pussy.
"And she's ok with this?" Sheryl asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I asked her once again just before I initially tied her up," Lance replied.
"And will she get a good fucking," Sheryl asked.
"Most certainly," Lance replied again.
"Can we make this a twosome?" Sheryl asked as she placed her wrists together in front of her indicating she was willing to submit to Lance.
"I certainly can make room for two but I'll have to do a little shopping tomorrow," Lance replied taking Sheryl's wrists and pulling them behind her back. "Now keep them together. And stand straight," Lance said.
"Yes sir," Sheryl replied grasping her hands together behind her and straightening her back.
Struggling to hide his nerves Lance probed Sheryl's body with his hands there in the hallway outside Nia's room where she remained locked in mortal combat against the vibrator and her next orgasm. Just like Nia Sheryl had ample curves but was slightly shorter. She was in remarkable shape for her age. Sheryl moaned lightly as Lance's hands explored her pussy and then her breasts. Lance then motioned for Sheryl to remove her top. She slid it off over her head leaving her clad in her stretch pants and bra. Lance felt her breasts through the bra feeling them firm with his touch like Nia's. Instructing Sheryl to remain still Lance took from his back pocket the pair of handcuffs he had retrieved from his bag earlier. He quickly clasped the cuffs on Sheryl's wrists securing her future cooperation.
"Now in order to do what I want to do I need a couple things. Do you have any tools?" Lance asked Sheryl.
"My ex-husband left a cabinet full of tools and things in the garage. You might check there," Sheryl replied.
"Good you show me," Lance said moving Sheryl along in front of him to go downstairs. Once in the garage Lance found a large metal o-ring and an electronic stud finder. He returned with Sheryl to her room and turned her back to him and reached around the back of her neck with his hand and gently pressed the red ball into Sheryl's mouth. Surprised Sheryl resisted at first but gently opened her mouth and accepted the gag. Lance pulled the straps tight to keep the ball in place and fastened them beneath Sheryl's shoulder length brown hair. He laid her down on her bed instructing her to remain there until he returned. Lance then returned to Nia's room where she continued to writhe in darkness. He didn't want Nia to find out Sheryl was here just yet.
Using the stud finder from the garage Lance slid it slowly across the ceiling finding a stud in the ceiling where he screwed in the o-ring. Next he went to the bag next to Nia's bed and removed several lengths of rope a pair of ankle cuffs and a length of large round PVC pipe capped at each end and with eyelet screws inserted on top of the caps and set them on the floor beneath where he had installed the o-ring in the ceiling. He paused for a few moments to caress her body and tease her by tugging on the nipple clamps until she winced. He massaged Nia's glistening frame and whispered in her ear, "I just have you on simmer at the moment. I'll turn up the temperature soon and I have a surprise for you." Nia moaned through the gag at Lance's words her head swaying back and forth in response to her next pleasure explosion. Lance retrieved the remote control from his pocket and increased the intensity a little more which immediately caused Nia to wriggle and tug on the ropes trying to release the energy created by her pleasure.
This was not the first time Sheryl had been handcuffed. But it was the first time she consented to it. As she laid there on the bed waiting for Lance to return Sheryl recalled the first time. It was two boyfriends before Martin and was Nia's first year in college. The end of the relationship was a bit fiery and the police were called to try and restore calm. In the process both her and her future ex-boyfriend were handcuffed while the officers sorted things out. It was the first time she'd been gagged. The gag was a large single leather strapped ball gag. She tried to press the ball out with her tongue but it was firmly placed and despite her efforts she couldn't eject it.
Sheryl rolled over on her back then back on her stomach testing her ability to move with her bounds. Her legs free, she sat up on the edge of the bed and stood up. She walked to her bathroom mirror and looked at herself. Her naked upper body was exposed and she saw the rounded shape of her shoulders formed by the handcuffs pulling them back turning on the vanity light with her cuffed hands. She examined the gag filling her mouth distorting her shapely face. Her shoulder length brown hair had yet to be tousled and laid nicely on her shoulders. Sheryl was excited by the look of her bondage. She could feel her juices begin to flow and there was a definite temperature elevation occuring in her stretch pants. Distracted, Sheryl didn't hear Lance close Nia's bedroom door enroute back to Sheryl's. Still examining herself in the mirror Sheryl first heard the door handle to her bedroom begin to turn. Suddenly she remembered she had been instructed to remain on the bed. She made a dash to the bed running and dove for it landing on the mattress just as the door opened. Sheryl lay there quietly bouncing a couple times lightly from impact hoping Lance didn't notice her hasty return from her adventure to the mirror.
Lance walked over to the bed and turned Sheryl on her back. Next he unzipped her stretch pants and began to slide them off exposing Sheryl's tone legs. Lance pulled them off Sheryl's ankles and quickly attached each of the ankle cuffs to Sheryl's ankles then clasped them together with a small sprngloaded clasp. The small clasp allowed her a slight bit of movement but severely restricting her ability to walk. Sheryl playfully resisted Lance's further attempts to gain control of her legs and Lance dragged her to the edge of the bed and stood her up on her feet. Sheryl wobbled under the restraint of the ankle cuffs but not for long as Lance took her and sat down on Sheryl's bed laying her over his lap.
"Sheryl I know you got off the bed while I was gone," Lance said to her as her head dangled above the floor.
"No..mmmphhh...I didn't," Sheryl protested through the gag shaking her head side to side indicating no.
"Sheryl you're going to learn this weekend that non-compliance has one price but lying to me has another," Lance said as he landed a hard smack with his bare hand on Sheryl's panty clad buttocks.
"MMMMmmmmmmmpppphhhhh!!!!" Sheryl shrieked through the gag feeling the sting of his hand on her ass. She winced more as the punishment continued. She tried to pull away from Lance but her bonds gave her little advantage.
Stopping briefly, Lance told Sheryl, "You forgot to turn off the bathroom light and that gave you away. That alone would cause you to get punishment but then you lied to me when I asked you what you had done. And for that you're going to get another thirty smacks on your ass."
Thwack, thwack, thwack....Sheryl listened and winced as the first ten barehanded swats were delivered. She could feel tears beginning to flow from the pain of his assault. He stopped at ten and Sheryl managed to take a deep breath and exhale. Maybe he was going to stop at ten she thought. Next she felt Lance's hand between her legs massaging her pussy.
"You're wet. I bet you'll be wetter in ten more swats," Lance said as he delivered ten more swats to Sheryl's ass now shining bright red through her panties.
More tears, more biting on the gag and more struggling trying to endure the pain of his hand. Sheryl flailed her legs against the shackles trying anything to alleviate her situation. She looked down and saw a small wet spot beginning to form in her carpet where her tears and drool were collecting. Ten more down....she could feel him massaging her pussy again. Sheryl couldn't hold back a pleasureable moan through the gag as his fingers began to probe deeper.
"I think you're going to need the last ten. You're just not wet enough yet," Lance said as he delivered ten more firm smacks to Sheryl's rosy ass.
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, Sheryl counted off the last three assaults on her tender skin and collapsed against her bonds as it ended. Her ass-cheeks throbbed in pain. She felt Lance's arm reach under her torso and lift her from his lap. Lance placed his other hand on her waist and returned her to a standing position. Sheryl struggled just a bit to regain her balance.
"If you had told me the truth I would have only given you five swats," Lance said as he stroked Sheryl's face with his hand brusing her hair away from her tear-streaked face and mouth. Lance turned Sheryl with her back to him and removed her handcuffs. He then turned her back towards him and took her wrists and bound them in front of her with a length of rope. Once secured he isntructed Sheryl to begin walking towards the door.
"But I can hardly walk!" Sheryl mumbled in protest through the gag.
"Would you rather have another spanking before you walk?" Lance replied.

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