Paul Gable - S&M mother

Brad rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then pushed the woman back to the floor.

Marie grunted from the force of the fall, her spine hurting. She saw that he was back at his little toy pile, pulling out a wide leather strap and snapping it right in front of her. At first she thought he would strike her with it. But it was yet another belt, one that he slipped around both bound legs, then drew up around her ribcage until it fastened her upper thighs to her torso. Marie was doubled over, feeling herself drawn more tightly than ever into a small, compressed ball. It was getting more and more difficult to move. And yet the restraints, the discipline, was turning her on more and more.

She felt her cunt creaming, the leather straps working back and forth against her dark-red pussymeat while the juices trickled from her fuckhole and leaked into her shitter. In a moment she felt Brad attaching her wrist cuffs to a clasp ring at the center of the new strap so that her wrists were fastened not only to the collar strap but to this new belt as well.

Brad slipped away for a moment, drifting from her vision. Then he returned with a stepladder.

She watched him climb it, his arms stretching high above his head, disappearing in the shadows. There were shuffling sounds. Then Marie pulled her head back as she saw two long thick ropes descend from the ceiling.

"Gotta get you off the floor. It ain't good havin' your ass on concrete. Didn't your mother ever tell you that?"

Marie felt him doing something to the ring behind her wrists. He was threading the ropes through the metal loop, securing them with a double hitch knot before he stepped back to a small green box attached to the nearby wall.

Brad flipped a switch.

Immediately Marie heard the sounds of an electric winch. She was being lifted from the floor, the tension puffing her arms back until she thought she could feel something pop in her shoulders.

Marie wanted to scream with pain as her arms and chest throbbed with agony. But the ball-gag filled her mouth, making even breathing difficult!

She rose from the floor, the straps snugging more tightly than ever against her bound body while she swung slightly.

When she was eighteen inches from the basement floor, Brad stopped the winch, walking slowly toward her and running his fingers up and down the rope. Marie looked up at him. She couldn't believe how every part of her body throbbed with pain. And how those straps sliced into her cunt-flesh! It was all she could do to keep from fainting as the pain in her thighs and shoulders was overwhelmed by the pleasure spasming in her pussy.

Brad was pleased. He jabbed a strong, thick finger between her swollen cuntlips. She could feel herself blushing furiously and writhing against the embarrassment. But it felt good. The restraints were caressing her, hugging her tightly like the arms of a lover. He was fucking her pussy with his finger now, jabbing it back and forth, pushing it deeper while rubbing his thumb over the nub of her clit.

Marie twisted in her bonds, writhing against her restraints while the hot throbbing in her pussy grew more and more concentrated. Just as she thought she would surely climax against the rodding finger, Brad withdrew it.

"Unnfnfnnfffffff!"

Marie sagged against her bonds, feeling the pain once more in her arms and shoulders. Her body cast a long bent shadow on the floor as she tried to find some position, any position, that would ease the throbbing pain in her body.

For a second Marie didn't know what caused the awful hot agony between her shivering legs.

Shaking the loose blonde hair from her eyes, she saw Brad standing there with what appeared to be a small leather whip! He lashed the same spot that his finger had been caressing moments ago.

Marie shook her head, struggling against the leather, trying to draw her legs together.

The whip came down again, hissing through the air, biting into her cunt and thwacking against the leather straps, forcing her pussy open.

Marie jerked, feeling her muscles tearing while her spine seemed to snap from the force of his killing blows.

Brad was enjoying himself immensely, glad that he had finally drawn out such a violent reaction from her. He snaked the lash above his head, then brought the black leather down until it smacked against her ass.

Marie shouted through the gag, her jaws aching and threatening to shatter against the prodding ring while her flesh burned from the beating.

She screamed again and again as more blows fell on her clit. Sparks seemed to shower into her pussy, her cunt buckling from the heat.

No human being could stand this kind of agony, she thought, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yaghghghghfhhhffff!"

The whipping seemed to be lasting forever. He paused for a second, rubbing the leather over her ass, then smacking it sharply into her shitter, making the tiny opening wink shut protectively while her bowel lining kinked painfully. Then the whipping was concentrated on her crimson ass and cunt.

Brad brought the whip down between her thighs, purposely letting the leather barely touch her clit. It was that teasing, biting sensation that was driving Marie wild.

She bucked her body in time with the whipping blows, the sounds of the leather smacking against her sweaty flesh, arousing her as her ass glowed nearly as hotly as her cunt.

The whip came down against her nipples now, making the rings bite more angrily into her tits.

Marie's eyes rolled back into her head, her clit swelling as her cunt throbbed angrily. She jerked in her bonds, jumping up whenever she felt Brad bringing the whip down between her legs and smacking the leather over her clit.

Marie could stand no more.

She threw back her head and let out a gagged, baleful cry. Every inch of her body was throbbing with climax, her cunt writhing while her clit rubbed against the leather dividing her pussy. The rain of blows increased while her frenzy reached its peak, her cunt clamping hard against the strap.

"Alihhhhhhhh!"

It was over.

She sagged in the leather, her mind exploding, then growing dim as she fainted in the spasms of her cum.

Brad smiled.

It was all Cindy could do to keep her sanity. She had fled from the awful janitor after he'd given her back her clothes and helped Billy up from the floor. The young boy was half-conscious, too embarrassed to fight Jack.

When he finally regained consciousness, Billy swore he'd tell the coach, the principal, the police. But Cindy begged him to keep quiet. There would be a scandal. People would want to know what they were doing down there in the first place. And Jack, she knew, would tell them. There would be talk, side-long glances.

Billy had grumbled, stumbling away.

It had been awful. And yet it had been wonderful at the same time. Even at home, as she lay comfortably in bed, the girl found herself dreaming about Jack, tossing and turning, finding herself waking up drenched with sweat while her cunt was hot and throbbing, close to climax.

She touched her pussy then, working her fingers into her cunt and cuming while she drummed her legs against the mattress and thought of Jack. Cindy remembered how the wrenches had bitten savagely into her nipples.

On the day her mother had gone to Brad's for her bondage session, Cindy found herself staring at her history book. She had to get Jack out of her mind or she would go mad.

Slamming the book shut, Cindy swung her legs over the edge of her bed, pushing her long blonde hair away from her eyes. Maybe she would call Billy and ask him over. Her mother had left for the movies – or so she said. Maybe he'd come over and talk with her. He sure was avoiding her at school, almost ducking out of sight whenever she looked at him. Was he ashamed at having failed to defend her?