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by Greg Cline
Ashley is a dominatrix – she just doesn’t know it yet. Her husband, Jason, is a submissive, and she doesn’t know that yet either.
Extremely unhappy with her marriage, Ashley knows she must do something. She decides that a break from her husband is the only chance to retrieve her life, but when she asks him to move out she is startled by his response and instead of leaving he ends up sleeping in the spare room.
Assisted by her friend Jay with whom Ashley once had a brief lesbian experience, Ashley begins an exploration of just how far she can go in dominating and humiliating Jason.
Published: 11 / 2012
No. words: 58600
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Classed as: Consensual – Fem Dom – F/M, Sex Slavery / Training
Jay picked up the paddle and hefted it in her hand. Moving into position behind Jason’s upthrust buttocks, she took a large step back. Ashley took hold of Jason’s hair with her right hand and turned slightly in her chair so she could watch Jay.
Jay gave two small, stuttering steps, went up on her toes and raised the paddle high in the air. She brought it down in an arc, bending her back slightly forward as the paddle moved towards its target. She bent her knees slightly as a follow through when the leather made contact with Jason’s buttocks. There was a pleasant crack, like a pistol shot. Then a cry of pain and surprise came from Jason, immediately followed by a scream as foolishly he bent his knees trying to assimilate the pain. All he achieved was to yank on his already tender balls. He thrashed around and tried to rise, but Ashley was able to hold his head down with very little effort.
The second shot followed immediately. Jay straightened up and took a large backward step, raised the paddle high once more, took the two stuttering steps, and then bent her back and knees as the stroke was completed. All of this was one continuous, fluid motion.
Ashley watched her. There was a certain beauty in the way she moved, so deft and so smooth. Every stroke produced a loud crack. Jason was making a lot of noise but Ashley ignored him, intent on watching Jay’s performance. It was like some intensely erotic ballet dance, and Jason’s protestations were immaterial to the performance. In under an intense minute, fifty seconds to be exact, the first set had been administered.
“Boy, that is hot work,” Jay said, moving in behind Jason and laying the paddle down across his pink arse. She pulled her top off and threw it on the floor.
“Come and feel this,” she said, fondling Jason’s arse. Ashley got up and moved around behind Jason.
Jason could feel Ashley’s cool hand on his hot buttocks. He was finding it hard to breathe with his face stuffed into the seat squab. His heart was racing; the sting from the paddle was unimaginable. He could not possibly stand one hundred and twenty of these.
“Amazing,” Ashley said.
“Give him another minute,” Jay suggested. She picked the paddle up and handed it to Ashley, then sat down in the dining chair in preparation for head holding should it be necessary.
Ashley shuffled around behind Jason, trying to get comfortable. She extended her arm forward to check that the paddle would hit its target, and then she adjusted her stance accordingly.
“Ask for it, Jason,” she said. Since there was probably another thirty seconds of recovery time to go she might as well make use of it. The thought of Jason asking her to paddle him amused her and she wanted to hear it. But Jason said nothing.
“I want to hear you ask me to punish you, Jason, and I want to hear it now!”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, not being able to bring himself to actually ask Ashley for the paddle.
“No you’re not, prick! But you will be, rest assured. I am ordering you, Jason, to beg for punishment. If you continue this truculence, I will paddle you until you beg acceptably. None of those shots will go to your hundred and twenty. Am I making myself clear here?”
“Yes,” he wined. “Punish me.”
“Punish me please, Ma’am,” Ashley said. Jay smiled. Ashley was a natural with the chatter. She was finding this highly erotic.
“Punish me please, Ma’am.” Jason repeated what Ashley had said.
“Better! Now remind me what I am punishing you for?”
“For lying and watching porn.” Jason had given up resistance to this badinage. There was no point. Ashley was a determined woman, and she would have her way in the end. She had told him she would make this humiliating, and she was true to her word. He also sensed that she got a kick out of it. Perhaps that was good. Maybe it turned her on. Could be enough for her to want him in her bed, which would be good. Fuck, how can you think about sex at a time like this? She is right. I am a pervert, he thought. So when Ashley continue her verbal jousting, the answer that came out of Jason’s mouth was extremely pleasing to Ashley’s ears.
“What are you, Jason?”
“I am a perverted little liar,” Jason said, echoing his thoughts. Ashley’s face split in a broad grin. What a successful little conversation!
“Yes, you are, and we are going to beat it out of you, Jason. Brace yourself.”
With that, Ashley began to paddle him, not as elegantly as Jay, and not always with the crack of a well timed shot, but passably enough for a first try. Three of her ten had that well delivered sound to them. The main thing was that Jason was not enjoying himself at all.
Jay got up and went to Ashley, and gave her a little kiss on the lips as they exchanged places. Ashley was looking forward to watching Jay paddle in her bra. It occurred to her that it would be exciting if Jay took off an item of clothing with each set, a kind of a paddling striptease. The idea appealed to Ashley so much that she got up and whispered in Jay’s ear. Jay giggled her assent. Ashley resumed her seat, and Jay began once more to deftly apply the paddle to Jason’s reddening buttocks.
Ashley concentrated on Jay’s breasts bouncing only slightly. They were held mostly in place by her black lace bra as she paddled Jason with skill and precision. Every shot produced the successful cracking sound, and Jason now cried out as each cut bit into his tender flesh. Ashley made a note to purchase a sports bra for use during future paddling, and there would be more, a lot more! Yes, with breasts as big as hers she would need support.
This was just the business, was it not? Every woman should discipline her husband, she thought. Just imagine the improvement in a woman’s lot if she did.
Ashley took her turn without having another conversation with Jason. She wanted him softened up a little more before she spoke with him again. She paddled quickly, eager to watch Jay perform topless, as Jay had chosen to remove her bra after her last set.
When Jay once again took her turn at the paddle, Ashley was delighted she had suggested this game. Jays pert little breasts bounced most invitingly as she flogged the unfortunate Jason, who was now making a hell of a lot of noise.
“Shut the fuck up, Jason, I’m trying to concentrate,” Ashley snapped, annoyed that the racket he was making was interfering with her enjoyment of Jay’s deadly ballet.
Jay finished her set and peeled off her skin-tight jeans, tossing them aside. She was breathing heavily from her exertions and her face was glowing. Ashley admired Jay’s petit little body, her black lace panties a stark contrast to her smooth white skin. Ashley looked at the plump mound under those panties. I have promised to eat that tonight, she thought. She had sort of regretted the promise, because in hindsight she thought she might find it difficult. Now, with the thrill of thrashing Jason and watching Jay reveal her tight, sexy little body, set by set, she knew she would have absolutely no problem with it at all. In fact, you could say she was gagging for it.
Ashley gave Jay’s pussy a quick squeeze through her panties as she took the paddle from her.
“Jason, shut up. We have only just begun.” She looked hard at Jason’s arse. Mostly it was bright hot pink, but with a couple of purple tinges here and there. Would his whole arse be purple by the time they had finished? She hoped it would. “You are now my bitch, Jason. What are you?”
“I am your bitch, Ma’am.”
“You certainly are, Jason, and a weak, snivelling little bitch at that. You can do the crime but you can’t do the time, can you, Jason? We are not even half way through yet. We have merely warmed your arse and you are carrying on like it’s the end of the world. A real man would take his punishment because he knows he deserves it. But your not a real man, are you, Jason? You’re just a little pussy, a wanking little pussy bitch.”
“Yes tell us again what you are,” Jay said. She grabbed Jason by the hair and viciously twisted his head towards her. She was enjoying this conversation immensely.
“Speak, bitch!” Ashley commanded.
“I’m a wanking little pussy bitch.” Jason was almost crying. He was not sure which was worse, the shame or the pain. She was right. He was not much of a man he thought. He was eager to humiliate himself in the hope of reducing the pain they were inflicting upon him.
“Give him one,” Jay said tightening her grip on Jason’s hair.
Ashley brought the paddle down with a crack. Jason convulsed, tearing at his balls and it felt to him as though his hair was being almost pulled from his scalp.
“Look at me, Jason,” Jay said, her voice thick with lust. She wanted Jason to realize she was almost naked. She wanted him to want to fuck her, knowing at the same time that it was impossible.
Jason opened his eyes, which he had held tight shut until then. His vision was slightly blurry but he could see Jay’s upper body and became aware that she was naked. He looked up, his head skewed. Her pert little tits jutted out just above his head as she leaned over him, and above that her little pixie facesmiling down at his distress.
“Give our little bitch another,” she said, watching Jason’s face intently. He saw her smile broaden at the moment the sting and the searing heat assailed his upthrust arse. They were loving this. The fucking bitches were just loving this. Oh no, he must not think like that; he must not think of them in derogatory terms. Somehow, they would know. His mind began to unhinge, and he was losing control. “Three on the trot, no break,” Jay said to Ashley.
Ashley applied the three, enjoying this hit-to-order variation. Jason began to sob uncontrollably.
“Do we have tears?” Ashley asked.
“Yes, I do believe we do,” Jay answered. “Not a lot, but tears none the less.”
“Good. We must be starting to get somewhere,” Ashley said, hitting Jason with all the force she could muster. There was a pleasing loud crack; it was Ashley’s best shot of the night.
“That was a good one,” Jay said. “See if you can do that again.”
Over the remaining four cuts, Ashley tried to replicate the shot. She came close but did not quite hit the mark. She was getting better at this by the minute.
“Let’s see if you can extract some real tears of contrition,” Ashley said, changing places with Jay. As she handed Jay the paddle, she kissed her and squeezed the plump little mound in her panties.
Ashley watched intently as Jay began to paddle Jason rhythmically without pause.
