Summer sent a quick text to Scott, and it wasn’t long before he welcomed her into his room for an early afternoon quickie. After greeting each other warmly, he went to the dresser to retrieve something, which he held up for her approval.
“Mmm! A butt plug?” she said, her hips squirming as though he was already inserting it.
“On the bench, young lady!”
“Turn the cameras on. I want Harry to see you put it in!” she replied and added when she saw a questioning look on his face, “He’s going to see it anyway! May as well see my reaction when you put it in.”
With the cameras on, they walked together to the spanking bench on which sat the plug and a bottle of lube. They kissed; a long kiss that got gradually more passionate.
“You need to be naked!” he said when they parted and knelt to slide her pink G-string panties down and off.
She looked down at him, expecting at least a touch, if not a lick, to her moist pussy, but he stood after tossing the nothing panties aside, sliding his hands up the back of her thighs to get a firm grip on her perfect ass. Humming her satisfaction, she accepted a shower of kisses all over her face before he turned her around to open her bra. Pushing the straps over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor, hefting the emancipated mounds in both hands.
“You’re going on the bench, young lady! And you’re going to stay there until I’ve done everything I want to you,” he whispered close to her ear.
“Oh God!” she replied, unsure what ‘everything’ would be but looking forward to it.
As he strapped her on, his hands wandered over her body, teasing everywhere; her tits squashed against the padded bench, between her cheeks, the inside of her thighs. Once, she tried to reach out to the growing package in his tight bikini briefs and had her hand slapped away before he strapped it down.
“Uh-uh! The only thing you’ll be touching me with is your mouth!” he said as he knelt at the head end of her bound body, stroking her hair out of her face. “Now, there’s one hole I want filled the whole time!”
Summer groaned when he teased her butt with the dry plug, afraid he might try to force it in, and then sighed when she felt the drip-drip-drip of lube between her cheeks, running down the deep valley. The sensation of the drops hitting her cleft and flowing to the target was superb and only got better as the drops became larger and passed her butthole, where his fingers slathered her entire pussy with the slick liquid.
Gasping her appreciation, she tried to lift her hips to give him better access, but the strap around her waist limited all but a bit of squirming. Until now, she hadn’t realized the difference being restrained would make and wondered what it would be like to be totally at his mercy.
Keeping one set of fingers in her slippery slit, the others took the plug that formed a dam for the clear fluid in her valley and, twirling it, coated it with the lube. Several times, he pressed the pointy end to her clenching opening, threatening to insert it but pulling back. The teasing continued as his other fingers left her shiny, wet pussy and spread the lubrication over her puckered star; still winking as she anticipated the invasion of the plug but got his fingertip instead, greasing the first inch for the device.
“Okay. Now, the real thing, young lady! Ready?”
“Yes! Do it! Oh! Ohh! OH!” she gasped as it went in a little further with each push. Crying out as the plug threatened to split her open, her body stiffened with the final push and deflated when it popped into place. “Ohhh, yeah! Ooo!” she gasped as he spun it inside her and tugged on it as though about to pull it out.
“You like it!?” he asked unnecessarily as her squirming and clenching made it obvious that she did, but she nodded vigorously in reply.
Harry watched in stunned silence at this new turn of events, his own anus clenching in sympathetic pain as the chrome silver plug disappeared into her ass, the red jewel on the flange the only evidence of its presence. Anything concerning ‘ass play’ was on his distasteful list, but he tried hard to keep an open mind when he could see she truly enjoyed it ‘in the end,’ chuckling at the double entendre that his mind conjured.
With the plug in place, Scott stroked and kissed her prone body while her moans and groans pled for something more. Each new touch was a short tease with pinched nipples, fingers in her slit and pussy briefly, and tugging on the plug.
“Please, Scott!” she cried plaintively as he knelt before her again.
“I’m not sure you noticed that this is a different bench. I called Shea, and she delivered a few more toys, including this bench. It has a smaller top, so each end of your body hangs just over the edge so I can use you at both ends!”
She hadn’t noticed as she hadn’t mounted the bench last night, but she could feel what he was talking about. Her chin rested on the front edge of the top when she looked forward, and she could feel the other edge just above her pussy. As a demonstration, he pushed his crotch into her face, the height of the bench aligning perfectly with his cock, already poking out the top of his briefs.
“Lick it!” he demanded, and her tongue lapped at the enclosed sausage as he moved it up and down over her outstretched tongue, denying her the exposed tip each time. “Open!” he said as he pulled his briefs down, liberating his cock, which plopped down on the bench’s surface next to her face.
She turned her head to reach it, but he pulled it away just in time. Facing forward again, she obeyed his command and opened her mouth, ready, waiting, wanting to suck him in. Touching the tip to her outstretched tongue, he smiled when she groaned at his denial of her pleasure. She hummed her gratitude when he finally slid it until he felt the back of her throat.
Starting with slow, short strokes, he fucked her face as she gave him everything she could. Pulling all the way out a few times, she sucked hard on the knob, making a popping sound when it finally came out. Her mouth opened wide again, asking for more, and he obliged for a while, but just at the point where she expected a mouthful of his seed, he pulled away.
“Oh, Scott! Please let me make you cum?”
“Not yet, young lady! I told you, this is all about what I want to do to you!” he said as he walked back, standing between her legs.
She heard the top of the lube bottle flip open again, but it wasn’t for her. He squeezed a small amount into the palm of his hand and coated his cock, still just about to explode. With her pussy and his cock slippery slick, he teased her pussy with the tip making sure he was lined up properly, and pushed it into her, balls deep in one hard thrust.
“Holy fuck!” she gasped at the sudden intrusion. “No! Please?” she begged when he pulled it out just as quickly. “Oh yeah! Fuck me!” she cried when it rammed back inside, but groaned when again he pulled out.
Her tongue had brought him to the edge, and a few more of these strokes got him back there, knowing only a few more strokes would have him cumming. Filling her again, he stayed put for a few seconds, just feeling her hold on him before repeated hard thrusts; punching his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy had him going off inside her, each pulse accompanied by another thrust.
“Please fuck me again?” she begged when he pulled out after the last deposit.
“No, Summer. You’ve been a naughty girl,” he began as he returned to her head end. He bent to kiss her neck and cheeks. “What happens to young ladies when they’ve been naughty?” he whispered.
“I’m sorry, daddy! Are you gonna spank me?” she replied, barely suppressing a smile.
He stood up and reached over her body to give each cheek a firm smack, his flaccid cock just inches from her mouth as she recoiled from the unexpected pain and pleasure.
“You deserve to be spanked, don’t you?” he asked as he faced her again.
“Yes, daddy! Give me a good spanking!” she pled as he disappeared behind her again, steeling herself for the coming attack.
Harry had cum once already as he watched Scott pound his wife’s pussy, and now he sat back, just staring at the view from two cameras while he spanked every inch of her ass. Nearly two minutes of continuous spanking had her cheeks turning a darkening shade of pink while her facial expressions were a mixture of painful grimaces and ecstatic smiles.
He felt like his head would explode taking in so many new experiences, astonished at how limited his view had been before and how much more he had to learn. Their roles, having reversed, had him trying to picture himself in the dominant role that Scott had taken, but he just couldn’t get there. If he were to give Summer everything she desired, which he saw as his primary role now, he’d have to let Scott do it.
This whole new world opened up to him because his beautiful Summer truly loved him and thankfully didn’t give up on him when many other women might have. He promised himself that he’d do whatever she wanted, however distasteful he may find it, and hoped that his giving would provide his pleasure.
“Ow! Did you have to spank me so hard?” she said, feigning complaint.
“You’ll get harder before we’re done!” he threatened to her face. Noticing her looking down at his growing cock, he asked, “You want this?”
Accepting that her pleasure came after his, she nodded, biting her lip with anticipation. Back in her mouth, he grew quickly to full size again. With his hands on her shoulders and then massaging her back, getting stiff with her confinement, he moved in and out of her mouth, her expert tongue bringing another climax within reach.
Holding the tip just inside her mouth, her tongue rolled around the glans as her head twisted, trying to reach it all. Humming her gratitude, the slight vibrations added to the stimulation she was giving.
“Come on! Make my cum, you naughty girl!” he demanded with one hand on her shoulder and the other spanking both cheeks randomly while the pace of his face fucking increased. “That’s it! I’m cumming!” he warned seconds before shooting his second load of the night into her mouth.
She swallowed some, but it wasn’t easy in her position, and some dribbled out onto the bench top. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped her face and what had escaped her mouth.
“That was very good,” he complimented, “but I think you may need to be spanked again! Hm?”
“Yes, daddy. Paddle me?” she requested with a smile.
“Exactly what I was thinking and I know just the one to use on that naughty bottom of yours,” he said as he walked to the dresser to retrieve the one he’d chosen. He showed her a small round leather about the size of a ping pong paddle. “This can give you a nice, pleasant sting,” he started, giving each cheek a few swats. “Or, it can hurt like hell!” he said as several punishing swats landed on each side.
“Yeow!” she cried, breathing heavily.
“The hard ones let you appreciate the softer ones,” he said as he treated each side to a half dozen deliciously stinging smacks, followed after a short pause with more hard ones.
Alternating between hard and soft, he continued, both getting gradually harder as the paddling progressed. Between rounds, his hands massaged and squeezed her reddening bottom with fingers occasionally straying to tease her pussy and play with the plug still firmly seated in her butt.
“I hear this can be quite stimu …” he started as he scraped his fingernails across a patch of freshly spanked cheek.
“Oh my fucking God!” she cried at the hyperstimulation his sharp nails created on her sensitized flesh.
Another bunch of hard swats on the other cheek, followed by his fingernails, had her body trying to rise against her bonds and crying out, convinced she couldn’t take anymore and wanting it just the same.
Each cheek received the treatment three times, the number and intensity of the spanks increased, and her paroxysmal reaction along with it.
“Well. I guess you liked that?” he asked rhetorically.
“Holy shit, Scott!”
“I’m not quite done spanking you, but I’m going to give you a choice,” he said as he walked over to the dresser again. Returning to face her, he held the paddle in one hand and a leather strap in the other. Two inches wide and a foot and a half long, the strap looked severe, and she cringed inside at the thought of him using it on her.
“You can have six with the strap or fifty hard ones with the paddle,” he offered.
Harry’s attention peaked again, having driven him to another climax with the paddling. He hoped she’d take the strap because he was curious about its effect but felt terrible for her at the same time, assuming it would be much more painful.
“The key to a good strapping is the follow-through,” he explained as he brought the strap up and swung it down onto the bed’s surface, the arc of his arm continuing well past the point of contact.
Harry felt like he was making this difficult decision, along with his poor Summer. She’d winced when she saw the strap hit the bed, yet end up dangling at his side in the end. Her bottom stung like crazy, but it was still that exquisite sting that had her loving it so. He’d been pushing her limits by edging her the whole time, and she figured she ought to push them further still.
“I’ll take the strap,” she said, trying to smile, but her uncertainty was evident on her face.
“Good choice!” he exclaimed, moving to her side. She turned away and closed her eyes when she saw his arm go up.
“Ow! Oh, fuck!” she cried when the searing line of pain stretched across the top of both cheeks.
“One!” he counted and waited for her twitching to stop before raising his arm again.
“Yeow!” Number two landed just below the first.
Three more strokes moving inexorably down the curve of her bright red bottom had her thankful it was almost over. She couldn’t see the final stroke coming almost horizontally, landing just above the crease between cheek and thigh.
“Yeowch! Fuck, that hurts!” she cried, breathing heavily, unable to imagine what he would inflict on her next.
“Good girl!” he said to her painfully smiling face as he kissed her lips gently while stroking her hair.
After all she'd been through, the ‘nice’ felt so good, and she hoped it would continue. She winced and stiffened when he disappeared from view, wondering what might be next. She relaxed only a little when his hands ran up the inside her thighs while her breathing quickened yet again. A long, deep sigh escaped her lips when she felt his tongue gently probing her hungry pussy.
“Oh God, that feels so good!”
His hands gently massaged her tortured cheeks as his tongue sank deeper, more insistently into her slit, licking up and down. Coaxing her clit out from her folds, his tongue concentrated on it while two fingers slipped inside, slowly fingering her sopping wet pussy and curling downward to get her G-spot.
“Oh, Scott! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she begged as she rocketed toward her first orgasm, crashing over her and leaving her quivering and speechless.
Scott didn’t stop and continued right through her cumming with more of the same and sucking her pussy into his mouth. A minute later, she came yet again, her body convulsing in reaction.
There was one more act in Scott’s play, and it was time to raise the curtain on it. Standing between her legs, he teased her pussy with his cock only for a second or two before sliding slowly and smoothly into her seething slot.
“Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she begged weakly.
Long, slow strokes lifted their combined anticipation to dizzying heights. Having cum twice already, Scott knew he’d last a while and took his time while she was sprinting to her next climax. Reading her guttural groans and moans correctly, he knew she was close, and when he was sure she was about to go, he spanked her hard, triggering number three.
Her body collapsed on the bench like a wet noodle, but the twitching began anew as Scott continued fucking, throwing in random spanks that she lifted her bottom for, wanting it still.
At a frenetic pace now, he too was building toward a climax, while she just lay there and took it initially, but soon she was unbelievably heading for her fourth in a matter of minutes. She tried to contribute, though, between the restraints and her weakened state, it was minimal.
Feeling he had a few more good thrusts in him, he returned to long, smooth strokes into her clutching pussy while spanking her and tugging on the plug, all at the same time. They came together, and he felt a stream of warm liquid hitting his abdomen. Pulling out, two more clear streams came, hitting him and the floor together.
Catching his breath, he marveled at the first squirting orgasm he’d ever set off, but seeing Summer moaning on the bench, he moved quickly to release the straps from her waist, wrists, and ankles.
She slid one knee off the bench, and Scott helped her lift the other leg up and over. She almost fell to the floor but was caught by his strong arms and held tightly as she slowly recovered.
When she finally lifted her head off her shoulder, she gave him a weak smile and puckered her lips, requesting a kiss.
“That was …” she started but stopped, unable to find the words. “That was unbelievable! I mean it! I never imagined anything like that in my wildest dreams,” she finished, laying her head back on his shoulder.
Harry watched as they held each other for several minutes, recovering from what he couldn’t believe either. What Summer had been put through and then to have a fantastic string of orgasms as a result was truly incredible. He expected to see her back in their room soon but wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t want to do anything more, given her state.
“I hope I didn’t overdo it?” Scott asked as she pulled back and smiled at him.
“I thought you might have for a while, but what it all lead up to!? Jesus, that was incredible!”
“So, you’d do it again?”
“Not often, but yes. I’d do it again.”
Summer sat down while Scott turned the cameras off and put the toys away. She got up to look at the small leather paddle he’d used, noting it as a favorite and vowing to find one to buy for future use. Standing next to him at the dresser where they were stored, she looked down to see a strap-on dildo in the drawer.
“We didn’t ask for that,” she commented with a raised eyebrow, noting there was only one possible use for it, and that was for her to give him a good ass fucking.
“No. Something else I asked Shea for. For later if you’re up to it.”
“Oh, I’ll be up for it at some point, and boy, are you gonna get it! The butt plug is child’s play by comparison!”
“Oh, the plug! Let me take it out!” he offered, reaching around to get it.
“No, leave it in. I want Harry to take it out. Ooo, you’re hand feels so good on my bottom!” she reacted to his hand rubbing and gently squeezing her cheek. “Ooo! I’d better go!” she chuckled as his hands threatened to escalate things again.
After a warm hug and passionate kiss, she left, walking slowly but steadily back to her room. Like last night, she approached the door cautiously, not knowing what Harry’s reaction would be, but felt a bit more confident after his positive take on the prior night.
“Summer! Are you okay?” he asked, rushing to take her in his arms as soon as she walked in the door. She fell gratefully into his embrace and assured him she was fine, just very tired and still a bit weak in the knees.
“Okay, let's get you to bed!”
“No. Not yet. I want you, Harry, but just love me, okay? Soft and gentle,” she finished as she led him to the bed.
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