Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
“Ouch!” Jennifer said. “I am taking it seriously!” She stomped her foot on the plush carpet.
“I think we need to take this up a notch,” Marcus said. He went to the implements, pulling up a cloth to grab something Jennifer had not seen there, hidden. He returned. “Get up on the bed, face down.”
She obliged, careful not to have the ginger move. As if reading her mind, he slapped the ginger firmly. Jennifer tensed, which was its own form of torture.
“Keep your head down, girl,” he said. She did as she was told and Marcus quickly had rope around her ankles, wrapping them around and around, creating an intricate Shibari pattern. He took the remainder of the rope and tied it to the bedpost. He repeated this with her hands, so she ended up flat on her stomach, arms wide, legs splayed out. “Now you’ll take some more.”
Jennifer wasn’t sure what Marcus had in mind. When they’d talked about this trip on IM for weeks upon weeks he’d never mentioned rope or bondage. It was almost as if he were being influenced by outside sources. Strange. Tied in this position, she could writhe and position her hips and bottom, but not much else.
She felt Marcus kiss her bottom, quite passionately. Soon, he was working the ginger, in and out, driving her crazy, punctuating the movement with a hand slap on each cheek. Jennifer’s breathing grew heavy as he pressed the ginger into her, slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in—very, very slowly—all over again.
Marcus grabbed a wood cane, light and swishy, and brought it suddenly and firmly down on Jennifer’s bottom. It created a cracking sound in the room from the strike. Jennifer screamed, surprised by the sudden and bright pain she felt.
“Shhh,” Marcus said. And he struck her again. As she began to pant, taking in the pain, he rapidly ran the cane down her legs, tapping her like a snare drum. He smacked the bottom of each foot, hard. “Shit!” Jennifer called out. He ran the cane across her back, down her sides, covering her with quick yet firm taps from the wood. Jennifer was moaning, something as much a whine as it was a sound of pleasure.
Spread out in front of him, Marcus removed the ginger, disposing of it and cleaning her up before gently rubbing her sex yet again, reveling in her wetness.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, even though you don’t sound like it,” Marcus exclaimed, smiling.
“Damn it!” Jennifer said.
“What?” Marcus asked, still rubbing her.
“You’re making me crazy!”
“Well, I think I’m going to make you a bit crazier,” Marcus said. He climbed onto the bed and rested on top of her back, kissing her neck, moving down her spine as he continued to kiss her, dragging his fingernails along her flesh as he went. He ended up on her buttocks. He bit her again. Hard.
“Would you stop that?” she whined.
“My, you are a pain in the ass today,” Marcus said, getting back up.
“I believe you’re a pain in mine, to be specific,” Jennifer said.
Marcus got off the bed and returned with something that rattled around from what Jennifer could hear. What could it be? Marcus fished something from the object. She could hear ice sloshing and rattling.
“Don’t move,” he said.
“I can’t move, Marcus,” she replied, brattily.
“God, you’re asking for it.”
Marcus pulled the metal paddle out of the ice bucket and instead of drying it off, proceeded to whack Jennifer on her buttocks, the combination of the icy cold metal, dripping water and the metal paddle itself searing her flesh in pain.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Marcus gave Jennifer a few more sound strikes with the cane, leaving a trail of red lines across her bottom. This went on for a few minutes before Marcus could sense she was tensing up as the pain built up inside of her. He lined to strike again, swung harder than he had with the others and let fly, loosening his grip on the cane so it reverberated with a surprising vibration on Jennifer’s shapely butt. She grunted with the hit, taking it in.
Marcus set the cane aside and firmly massaged the spots where he had brought the cane down. He pressed hard into the tissue, open-palmed. Then he followed up with a gentle touch, moving his fingertips across the surface of her flesh, covering every millimeter of her bottom and continuing down her legs to her heels and back again, focusing his touch between her legs when he returned to her beautiful ass. She moaned in response to his touch, subtly pushing back toward his hand.
“Get up,” Marcus ordered and Jennifer did as she was told. “Put your hands on the edge of the bed, girl.” She silently placed her hands on the fine white linen and noted the shift of the sun to a more golden hue as the day turned to late afternoon. “Look forward. Do not look back,” Marcus said. She heard him moving things around and then smelled a strong, acidic odor that reached her nose by the light, breezy tradewinds. She heard a rhythmic shicking sound and Jennifer realized Marcus was cutting a bit of ginger root into a plug while she held position.
She wanted to look back to see what size he was forming the plug, but she didn’t dare. A couple minutes later he began to gently insert the generously lubed ginger plug into her. Gingering, she said to herself as she took it into her. It should be called ‘gingering’ not figging. This has nothing to do with a fig. Marcus rotated and worked the root until it was in position.
“There you go, girl,” Macus said, sounding satisfied with the results. He spanked her bottom open-handed on both cheeks, rapidly, and very, very hard to get Jennifer to clench. A hiss escaped her lips as the ginger did exactly what it was supposed to do. “Stay put.”
Marcus went over to his stash of implements, choosing a nasty little leather paddle, studded with tiny, knot-like ridges across its surface. He gently pressed it against her bottom so she could feel what was about to come. Jennifer tensed for a moment when she realized what implement Marcus had brought out. She hated this particular paddle but knew he wouldn’t go too far with it. She relaxed as the first of many well-modulated blows came down onto her cheeks. The ginger stayed firmly in place and Marcus was careful to avoid the root with the leather paddle. At the end of the smacks with this particular implement he dropped it to the luxurious carpet and then spanked her squarely on the root plug, thrusting it into her momentarily. “Ow!” Jennifer muttered.
“What was that, girl?” Marcus asked sounding annoyed.
“Nothing, honey,” she said, trying to sugarcoat the moment.
“Did you say, ‘ow’?” he inquired, his palm still pressed against the ginger root plug.
“Uh…I guess,” Jennifer replied.
“Did I give you permission to speak,” he asked toppily.
“You didn’t tell me not to speak!” Jennifer said with exaspiration.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be talking to back, girl,” Marcus said, roughly pulling the ginger plug out and then shoving it back into her again. Jennifer squirmed in pleasure rather than pain and Marcus reached between her legs to stroke her sex.“Perhaps you’re not taking this as seriously as I am,” he said, picking up the paddle off the carpet and returning to his implements to determine what would be her punishment for her noise. Before he did he turned back and bit her hard on her left cheek, leaving angry red teeth marks on her pale ass cheek.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
“Stop gawking the place and get that ass over here!” Marcus said, playfully grabbing Jennifer by the arm and pulling her across his lap. “If there were people here, they’d be thrilled to see me OTK you, cutie!” She was across his lap in a flash and Marcus began with a flurry of swats across her lovely bottom. She sighed, more out of relaxation and finally getting what she so desperately wanted for so long.
Marcus finished warming her up and pulled out a tawse and started swatting her rear with it. He wasn’t fooling around. Jennifer realized this was going to be the start of an amazing weekend. Truly a weekend she’d been dreaming of for months and months. It was wonderful to get out of the cold of her East Coast environment and into this tranquil, amazing warmth—just as Marcus warmed her rear. She snapped back into focus. “Ouch!” she exclaimed as the tawse landed with a rather curt snap.
“Oh, don’t pretend it’s awful. You love it.” He really heated up her rear with the strappy tanned leather, then he set it aside and, without losing a beat, proceeded to smack her sweet spot on either cheek, really laying into it, making that line of flesh ultra-sensitive. He followed it up with a scratch of nails across the thin red line at the base of Jennifer’s cheek.
Marcus set the tawse aside and looked over his implements, wondering where to go next. He pulled out a small, short bamboo cane; perfect for OTK as it was only 14-inches long. He sat his left hand on the top of her behind, lining his fingers up with her tailbone and touched the cane to her bottom.
“Oooh!” she said, stamping her foot down on the carpet. She didn’t like the idea of this cane at all. She knew it all too well.
“Quiet, you,” Marcus said, his voice getting husky. He lined up his first stroke, tapping the cane against her panties, raised it up and…paused. “You know what?” he said, smiling, loving the mindfuck of the moment. “Why don’t you take off those panties. That would make this much better.”
“Dammit,” Jennifer said, getting up off his lap and noting casually he was aroused beneath his board shorts. She shimmied off her panties and went back across his lap. Though she dreaded that little spiteful cane, she really wanted to feel it’s sting across her cheeks.
Back across his lap, Marcus swung and hit hard, leaving the cane there where it landed and pressing it into her flesh. He pulled back and smacked it down in multiple strikes, raising red, angry welts horizontally across her rear. Jennifer grimaced and sucked up the pain, noting her own arousal as she did.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
- Will someone play with me?
- Am I attractive enough?
- What if I'm "scorned"?
- What if no one likes me?
- What if I do something wrong? Smell bad? Perform poorly? Wrap? Fart?
- Etc., etc., etc.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Hi, friends! Today's Flash Fucktion is dedicated to a dear friend who came up with the setting for this latest story.
Unlike EO: Moon of Jupiter this story has a twist. It's INTERACTIVE! See the poll to the right on the home page. Vote on where you want the story to go. The most votes after two days will take the story in that direction. Have fun!
The waves lapped up onto the white sand beach, a breeze cooling the humid, tropical heat. Jennifer walked down the path barefoot, watching the waves casually flop onto the sand. She came over a short hill and saw the bungalow on stilts, part of it in the water and part of it rooted in the sand. Nearly three walls of the bungalow were folded away, allowing the sea breeze to flow through the structure. Sheer white curtains fluttered around the natural wood walls. Jennifer got a tingle just seeing it.
She quickened her pace as she reached a gravel walk that a set of teak stairs that led to a platform that wrapped around the bungalow. She walked around to the ocean side and stepped into the bungalow, feeling the heat of the sun on the wood beneath her feet. She stepped onto the cream colored carpet and saw Marcus sitting on the bed, enjoying a piña colada.
Jennifer got a big grin on her face. “Marcus!” she said, smiling and running over to him. He jumped up and gave her a big hug, grabbing her bottom and lifting her into the air to kiss her. He set her down and held her away from him.
“You made it!” he said. “What do you think?” He motioned to the bungalow.
“It’s amazing!” she said, looking around the room, eying the platter of fresh tropical fruit on the coffee table and the beautiful Tahitian art in the room. She hugged him again. “How did you find such an isolated place?” she asked. “There’s nothing around for about a quarter mile!”
Marcus smiled. “The internet. You know.” She jumped onto the bed.
“I like it.”
“Good,” he said, setting the drink aside and revealing beneath a beach towel a set of implements lined up.
“What’s that?” she asked, looking over at the carefully lined up row of paddles, crops, canes and more.