Justine's dark side

CHAPTER THREE

God, I thought I was going to just die.

I couldn't believe how much he was spanking me.

I didn't have to see my poor bottom to know it was flaming red.

And I didn't have to hear my own voice to know that I was moaning and groaning with the sheer pain of it.

Yes…

The sheer pain.

It was enough to drive a sane woman crazy! But that didn't apply to me, because, you see, I was already crazy…

Crazy with the lust and the heat of all that was happening to me…

Crazy with the feeling that I had to have more… It didn't make any sense…

It didn't add up…

I was a lovely, winsome, sexual animal, in constant need of good loving…

And instead I was getting the kind of beating one reserves for an animal…

And I wasn't an animal.

And I didn't deserve that…

No…

I didn't deserve it at all…

Instead, I needed to be petted and promised and tamed and loved…

But could I deny the feelings that were now coarsing through me?

Could I dare deny that with each shot, I felt a further electric jolt coarsing through my body?

It was unbelievable!

So good…

So hot and so good…

I guess I must have deserved this, because I was going crazy with it… just crazy…

And the more he was hitting me, the more I felt as if I were going to go through the roof!

"Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Oohhhhh…"

"Yes… take it… take it baby…" He was alternating my cheeks now, giving me some on my left and then some on my right… making sure that both of them were glowing…

What a feeling, to have your bottom imprisoned and vulnerable to the attacks of a man's hand…

He was doing a number on me.

And now he leaned over from the side, where he was standing, still in that amazing leather underwear, and asked me if I wanted more…

I'm sure he was looking for me to beg… to beg him to stop… but I had a surprise in store for him.

"More…" I gasped.

I could tell he was taken by surprise. His eyes lit up!

"What…"

He seemed almost confused, the poor dear… "You're not going to stop now, are you? I'm really… getting off on it… really…"

He was amazed!

He knew he was getting to me, but not like this!

Not this way!

This was more even than he could take!

I was confusing him, the lovely little boy…

This was supposed to be punishment.

But I was too far gone for any of that…

I was loving it!

Loving it, do you hear!

It was turning me on… I was a bad girl again, like I was when I was little, and my daddy was spanking me, and I was ashamed to be seen naked, and I was tied up, and helpless… and…

Well… you can tell my head was going crazy with this…

And then…

Then…

There was nothing much more for me to do except know that I was going to have to have as much of it as I could…

And let him know too…

It turned my head to face him… my face was on fire, all red and puffy…

And my nostrils were dripping with my own sweat.

"No more? I'm not going to get any more? Please… Clifford… please… give me more… give me as much as you have… please…"

He was stunned!

But only for a minute.

Maybe he thought I was faking, or that I was up to something, but whatever he pulled himself together and got it on once more.

"Sure… that's okay… I'm going to give you more… so much more… so really much more…"

And with that, he redoubled his efforts. Now, he was raising his hand above his head and coming down hard on my poor bottom…

Smack after smack after smack…

Show me no mercy…

Letting me in for it now.

Oh, how he wailed me!

He was driving me crazy…

Just out of my mind with it…

I didn't think I could take much more of this…

"Jesus… ohhh… Jesus…"

It was making me hot and so wild… it was a good thing I was tied down, otherwise I wouldn't be responsible for my actions…

I pulled against that wooden horse so much that the damn thing started bucking!

"You wanted more, huh? Well, let's see how much of this you can take…"

And with that, he started in with a leather belt he had handy.

A studded leather belt that was so hot and hard he was whacking the shit out of me…

Hard…

Harder…

As hard as he could…

Laying welt after thick welt on me…

"Ohhhh… God… ohhh… Clifford… Clifford…you're killing me… Clifford…"

He was really coming down hard now… whacking me with front and back swings, beating the shit out of me…

And God how I loved it.

Yes… every bit of the pain…

It was enough to make me hump the horse!

I was on fire… centered totally on my cunt!

Needing so badly, thinking I was going to lose it.

"Come, baby… come from being whipped let me see you come from taking a whipping…"

"Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ooooohhh… Iiiii… Ee!"

And he knew once more just what to say and just how to say it.

I was going to come, all right… I was going to come and shoot my pussyjuice all over the leather saddle…

And he was going to make it happen…

He was going to afford me the pleasure…

If he didn't stop…

If only he didn't stop…

My naked pussy was brushing the leather, making it all wet… turning it into a real puddle…

And the more I rocked, the more I loved it…

"Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh…"

Finally, I knew I was going to come…

I knew it…

And there was nothing he could do about it…

This time he wasn't going to stop… he wasn't going to be able to…

No…

Both of us were too far gone and too caught up in all that we were feeling…

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

"Beat me… ohhh… beat me… beat me Clifford… do it…"

I was crying and sobbing and humping, and then finally, I felt it…

At last…

A long, thick juicy spending!

I couldn't hold it back, no matter what.

There was just no way it was going to stop… not even if he quit spanking me, which he wasn't about to do, or whipping me with the belt into the current froth I was in.

No.

Nothing!

Nothing could stop me…

Except my own feeble limitations… my own chance to finally subside…

The saddle below me was soaking with my spending.

And I was humped over, pulled to the extremes by the bonds, sobbing.

"There there," Clifford said, gently patting my bloodied ass.

"Ohhhhh…"

"Try to get hold of yourself."

He was trying to be soft and soothing.

I couldn't believe it.

Quite a change from the monster he was only seconds ago.

But that was okay.

I'd accept it.

I'd take it and accept it, if that's what he had to offer.

And now…

Now there was nothing left for me but to let him untie my bonds, and then have my hands quickly done behind my back.

"God…"

"Yes, darling… there's more… kneel on the pedestal."

He had a small pedestal set up on the side of the horse.

I wasn't sure what it was for, except I knew that when I put my pretty stockinged knees on it, the cushions made my legs fell better.

That was something for me to be grateful for.

My hands were tied tightly behind me, and my lovely tits pressed against the warm leather of the saddle.

"Now what," I said humbly.

"Now, let's see… you've made quite a mess here… haven't you…"

I didn't have the benefit of any underwear, so when my pussy spasmed, it was all that I could do to get that thing soaking wet…

"Lick it dry. Use your tongue and lick that saddle that you soiled dry. Hurry up!"

There was an urgency in his tone which warned me, quite effectively, that any delay on my part would result in more punishment.

More of the same that I'd already experienced.

Well, what can I say?

I didn't want that…

I didn't want it at all…

So I made it my business to do exactly what he wanted…

I leaned over the saddle and stuck my tongue out as far as it could go…

And began to lick up my own juices…

It was indescribable…

Really…

They way I went over and did the thing…

I took long strokes of my stuff off it, and the flavor of the pungent leather, combined with my own dewy cum put a hot glow on my face…

I loved this latest humiliation.

Especially with Clifford watching, directing me, making me really take it nice and deep in the throat…

What was a poor girl to do?

I had no idea… really…

I wasn't sure what I should be doing now… except the more I licked, the hotter I was getting.

I could easily have lost myself in this little game… if it weren't for the fact that I felt his hands once more taking charge, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me backwards.

"That's enough…"

I was made to stand up, but only for a second.

Now, he turned me around on that stool, so that I was facing…

Him!

He was on a chair that looked more like a throne, his leather sheathed cock and balls before me.

"I want you to lick it," he said to me, pointing to his balls.

I didn't hesitate, not even for a moment!

I took this to be some kind of reward for a job well done.

And I didn't have to be offered it twice!

Hungrily, I leaned forward on my knees and began to lave his balls…

I licked them all around and put them, one at a time, in my mouth…

I sucked on them, gently drawing them to me… all the while letting them get filled with the warm bathing feeling of my saliva…

Soon, he was spreading his hot, thick thighs, and pushing his balls deeper into my mouth…

Until he couldn't take it anymore!

Yeah!

Now, he was pushing my head back and telling me it was time for him to get his cock sucked by me!

I swallowed hard.

I was ready for that!

I was ready to suck that big, juicy cock.

Slowly, I watched, helpless with my hands locked behind me, as he started to undo the stud buttons.

It seemed like forever before he revealed that thing to me… that glorious cock of his!

And it was quite a shaft!

I'd seen many a dick in my day, believe me, but nothing like this… nothing so massive and thick and straight…

It was like seeing God's cock, I thought to myself…

That's how much this man means to me… that's how much he's dominated my life.

And as he continued to undo himself, until the leather was lying at his side, his cock up in the air, he put one hand behind my head and guided me gently there.

"Lick," he said softly, looking down at me.

I looked into his eyes, and he seemed to like that.

He liked it when I looked at him.

Now, he watched as my hot tongue came out of my mouth, all hot and wet, and began to work him over…

Slowly…

Lusciously…

Really giving it to him…

I couldn't believe how good this was feeling… really…

And now…

Now, I parted my lips and was allowed, by him, by beautiful, wonderful Clifford, the supreme privilege of putting my lips on his dick!

God, how good that felt…

How warm and wonderful it was as I laved it and then, felt it entering my mouth.

I'll be so good to it, I told myself… I love it like a little child…

I let my… lips encircle it, sucking softly, nibbling lightly at the thick spongy flesh… I tried to force my tongue right into the little hole… and all the while I kept my eyes up to my master…

Clifford, my beautiful master…

Clifford, who was letting me suck his gorgeous cock…

Such a wonderful reward…

I could have hugged him for it, it felt so good…

More…

I wanted more…

I wanted more from him…

And I was going to get it…

Now, slowly, as the saliva dripped from my mouth and ran down that incredible shaft, I continued to lick and suck at his cock…

Slowly…

Lovingly…

I was taking it and sucking it and really coming down hard on it…

But not too hard!

Not hard enough to hurt or scratch the dear!

It was too precious and wonderful for that.

Oh, God, the taste, and the aroma… and the smell of it…

It was an intoxicant the likes of which I'd never known…

Not in this humbling position…

But perhaps, as I was on my knees, it occurred to me that this was the position I was born to be in…

That I was made to please a man…

That it would do me, and a lot more women, a lot more good if they were on their knees to their men a lot more…

That's what we needed in this country…

Men with big dicks who regularly spanked us and showed us the light.

I know the idea appealed to me…

And now, I had to stop thinking so much… I had that habit, and get into the blowjob I was being forced to administer…

"That's it… that's so good…"

He was speaking in those soft tones of his…

"Yes… lick the shaft…"

Immediately I took his cock out of my mouth and began to lick it up and down…

"Take it all the way in… deep…"

"Back inside…"

"And kiss my balls…"

Out again and laying up and down…

I was going as crazy with this as I knew he was…

And when his hips started to buck and his hand tightened it's grip on the back of my head, I knew that soon I was going to be a goner!

I was going to have the supreme privilege of having him come in my mouth…

"Harder… suck harder… that's it… take it deeper… deeper…"

It was already down the back of my throat…

And I couldn't move or say anything very much in this position…

But still, I kept sucking…

It was getting hotter and thicker in my mouth…

And God, I loved it…

I just couldn't get enough, of my Clifford…

I knew he was going to come…

I could just feel it…

I could feel him starting to hump…

I could feel his balls bouncing on my chin.

"Look… at me… look… at… me…"

He was sighing and moaning now… wanting me to look at him…

And I did…

I lifted my eyes, the only movable part of my head I still controlled, and stared at him…

Watching his face as his cock started to come…

Shooting his stuff right in my mouth!

Ohhh… how I gobbled it up… trying as best as I could to take it all in… to take every last drop in my hot mouth…

Ohhh… so good… it was so fucking good…

More…

I wanted more…

I sucked every last drop out of him, and when he let go of my head, when he put his own back and gasped for breath, I immediately went to work on his cock, licking and sucking the sides, getting the stuff that managed to slip out between my lips.

I wanted it all!

Finally, it was over.

He leaned over, that magnificent frame of his bending towards me.

He took my head in both his hands and kissed me.

Deep.

"Justine, darling, you're marvelous," he finally said.

"So are you," I whispered.

"You've earned your freedom," he said, softly.

"Well, that's fine," I responded… "But when may I return?"

I turned coy.

"You know, a girl has to be punished a lot these days, or else she starts to think that she can get away with anything…"

He smiled. He was on to me.

"I'll be calling you. I have your number from your purse…"

I was sure he did.

Now, I was being untied, and this time allowed to get dressed.

He led me to where my clothes were.

"Put them on and leave."

No goodbyes or anything!

Just up and out.

When I finally got home, I realized for the first time how much of a beating I'd taken.

My entire body was aching.

But it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered.

Except the fact that finally I'd found someone who I could relate to.

I'd found a man who was a real man and not a wimp.

Clifford had taught me the truth… had taught me to see the truth in myself.

I loved pain!

His pain!

And I would do anything to get it.

It was a lesson I wasn't going to forget.

I know that for the next several days I did nothing but wait for that phone to ring.

I hung by it, hoping for it to go off and be him.

Toward the end of the first week, I started to despair.

There was no word from him at all.

Had he grown tired of me so quickly!

Had he found another!

What?

What had I done wrong?

I was sitting in my living room, staring out the window, a full two weeks later, still very upset that I hadn't heard from him, and wondering just what had soured Clifford on me.

When the phone rang!

I looked at it and couldn't believe it.

The phone was ringing incessantly.

As if it were angry.

God, I raced for it.

I wanted to get it before it was too late.

I just knew who it was on the other side.

I knew his ring!