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I guess you're wondering if he took me back to The Room for another whipping, aren't you? Come on, play along with me here. Aren't you wondering about my second whipping? There, I thought so.
It happened some time after my visit to Cook but with an interesting build up that started even before that. Remember when he whipped me the first time? I'll save you the trouble of going back unless you want to. Anyway, when he had me strung up he talked about putting a similar rope in the library. Not for the whip but just because he thought I was, in his words, absolutely beautiful like that. I didn't appreciate it at the time but part of me was flattered that he found more than my bare bottom attractive.
He started slowly by asking if I minded him reading a book to me during one of our after dinner chat sessions. I said it sounded like fun and sat back in my chair. He has a wonderful deep voice and his interpretation of the various characters and scenes were mesmerizing. The particular book he chose was slightly off-color; not pornographic but definitely racy and the way he told the story brought it to life. I found the whole thing quite erotic; dare I say, even a bit arousing.
From time to time he would read me other things of a similar nature and the effect was always the same. His deep sonorous voice was seducing me and when the subject of the stories touched on discipline and such I found myself wriggling a bit in my chair. If he made a pass at me I would've gone to bed with him without hesitation.
Then one night I saw a rope dangling from the ceiling of the library when we arrived. He said, "I'd like to read to you again but with a request. I like watching you and would like to see you directly in front of me. Please stand there and hold the rope."
I loved hearing him tell those stories and since there were no visible constraints I thought, "what the heck, it might be fun." The rope ended just above my head so I had to reach up a bit to hold it. There was a loop at the end so maintaining my grip on it was fairly easy. At first I said (to myself), "I'm just doing this to please him. Not as an order but a nice gesture to my host. Besides, it's not like I'm really strung up for a whipping and I'm still wearing all my clothes."
It didn't take long for me to realize that this was more than a favor for him. It was exciting for me also. I held on tight as if I was truly bound to the rope and couldn't help squirming a little during the sexier sections. All I can say is, Wow, what an experience; listening to that wonderful voice describing interesting scenes while pretending to be helpless got me very hot and very wet..
We did that twice more and although slightly odd I liked it so I eagerly hung on the rope as I hung on his words. The next time he said he was going to read to me I went towards my spot and as I was reaching up he said, "I've been enjoying this but would like to see more of your figure. I've also noticed how much you seem to like our little reading sessions and you might find it even more interesting if you were more exposed. Would you mind taking your dress off?"
I reassured myself that this was only a game and in fact, I was thinking along the same lines. I smiled and replied, "I don't mind at all. Should I take my slip off also?"
He agreed and a moment later I was back on the rope in just my underwear. I wanted to get the most out of this experiment so I slipped my hands through the loop and then back again. It's hard to describe but it held my wrists together and I felt more helpless. By doing that I had to rise higher and if I weren't wearing high heels I would be on my toes. The story that night was actually about a woman being prepared for a whipping and when it came to baring her breasts I freed my hands and followed suit. Now I was semi-powerless again and breathing heavily as I listened to my fictional counterpart's preparations. When it came to removing her panties I started to pull my hands out of the loop again but he said, "No, stay like that. I'll do it."
He put the book down and as he approached I could see that he was 'enjoying' the story as much as I was. He peeled my panties off and then removed my shoes. That brought my feet lower which caused the rope to tighten. I suppose I could have stood on tip-toes and freed my hands but I didn't want to. I was really stretched and wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings. In another moment they were gone too. He went back to his chair for the book and this totally naked girl couldn't wait to hear more.
Then things got really exciting. He brought the book and stood by my side and he continued. Once the heroine was immobilized her punisher had a surprise for her. He had invited a number of guests to watch the whipping. I twisted and playfully struggled to get free. Truth is, it wasn't entirely a lighthearted attempt. I was trying to see if he was carrying the charade too far and that someone might actually be coming in the door. He found it humorous and I breathed a sigh of relief to know that we were still alone. Then the reason he moved close to me became apparent.
As he described how and where the whip landed on the poor woman he put one hand on that part of me. His touch was gentle but unbelievably exciting as he rubbed and stroked. I could almost feel the whip striking me. Oddly enough, the story followed the same path as his real whipping. The other odd thing (which I didn't think about until later) was the author had changed styles. What had been quite erotic but with a thin veil of respectability was now much more explicit. Personally, I didn't care about anything except my ever increasing state of arousal.
At last I had my first orgasm even though he had not touched my genitals. My head was woozy and when I focused on him again he was back in the chair just staring at me. He smiled and said, "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Did you enjoy the story?"
I returned his smile with a broad grin. "Yes I did; very much thank you. But you forgot a part."
He raised his eyebrows as a question and I continued, "The part where the man lifts her legs so he can take his pleasure in her."
He chuckled, "So, you recognized the story."
I nodded. "Yes. I know a thing or two about writing and that author would not describe the whipping in such detail. What did the book really say?"
He laughed outright. "You are a sly one. The author ended the story with a single line. 'And then he whipped her.' but I thought it might be fun to ad-lib a bit. Do you disapprove?"
I was still on the rope and wriggled a bit. This time completely playfully and with the intention to get a rise out of him. I answered, "Not a bit. In a way it was like getting another whipping without my silly screams. If I am to be whipped again I would prefer this method."
He said, "I can understand that but the decision is not yours to make. If I take you to our special room and tell you to strip you will obey."
I was slightly deflated but the subtle threat was enough to rise the temperature in my loins. I was starting to breathe a little faster. "Yes Sir, I will obey you but that would be then and this is now. I'm still waiting for you to finish the story the right way."
He sighed, "Oh all right. 'And then the man lifted the girl's legs to his shoulders and entered her forcefully.' Happy now?"
I managed to stamp one foot (actually, it was more like stomping my toe but you get the idea) and pouted, "No. You know what I want."
He smiled again, "But you forget. They have an audience. Does she want to be used like that in front of all those people?"
I replied, "She is like me; she has no choice. You have whipped her and she is helpless."
I was starting to get into the game and added, "He could offer her body to one of the observers. She might not like the idea but the possibility of more whipping would convince her to accept what she is powerless to prevent."
I could see a small bulge rising so I poured it on thick. "Each of the men would come forward in turn and she would be forced to offer herself. She would hate it but her body would welcome every intrusion until she was exhausted."
I wasn't the only one breathing faster. I played the trump card. "Then the one who whipped her would stand in front of her. In spite of her fatigue she would open herself to the one she craved above all. Not only with an invitation but shouting her joy and encouragement for him to bring them both to glorious satisfaction."
He leaned in the chair and clapped his hands. "Wonderful. I should have you tell me more stories while you're on the rope."
That wasn't the response I hoped for. He continued, "I am sorely tempted to take advantage of what you're suggesting."
I said, "Then follow your urge. I have been whipped and used by others and am begging for your attention."
He let out a breath. "I thought it was the male's job to do the seducing. You are very good."
The bulge was a veritable tent in his trousers and I said, "Take it out."
In a reversal of roles he obeyed. But I spoke too soon. He was as hard as I hoped but he also withdrew his belt from the loops and folded it as he approached. "I don't want to set a precedent. You have not actually been whipped or even spanked. If you don't mind, I'll correct that first."
I so much wanted him inside me I said the words I usually hated to say. "Yes, please spank me."
He didn't start with the normal hand to bottom warm-up but went right to applying the belt. I had hoped for a token spanking. Enough to satisfy the requirement and then to business but I should have known better. No doing things half-way for this guy. That belt landed too many times to count and he got me to beg for him to stop. Another group of swats brought me to tears and before I knew it, he finally acted out the ending I wanted. My legs were in the air and he was slamming into me. My rear end was sore as it should be and the part a few inches from it was enjoying itself immensely.
When he stepped away I had a very satisfied smile on my face. He helped to free me from the rope and said, "Thank you. That was most enjoyable. Have a good night."
Once again I was left alone to put on enough clothes to be respectable and walk the silent halls to my room.
Wait, wait. I can hear you saying. Was that the second whipping you were going to tell us about? We expected something more; something with real pain and humiliation. Yeah, you folks are the same as the staff. Deriving some form of enjoyment from my sufferings. Oh well, if that's the case I'll answer your question. No, that was not the second whipping. That happened the next Saturday afternoon.
It was a dreary day. Chilly and looking like rain any moment. Still, I was going stir crazy in the house and put on a light jacket for a walk in the garden. I jumped a bit when I rounded a corner and saw him. He suggested that we sit down and I noticed it was the same bench where he gave me the outdoor spanking. He asked if I remembered the fantasy whipping he read and added to last Monday. I smiled as I answered. "Yes I do. Even with the spanking at the end I wouldn't mind doing that again. Actually, I'm kind of bored so I'm ready when you are."
He smiled back. "You may not be so eager in a moment. Did you think I was just recalling our experience in The Room?"
My eagerness was fading rapidly and I nodded suspiciously. He continued, "In a way it was but it was also a description of how you are going to be whipped this afternoon."
OK so I was no longer the slightest bit enthusiastic and I closed my eyes as I absorbed his decree. I offered to change my clothes and he seemed annoyed. "Silly girl. It makes no difference what you wear on the way. When we get there you are going to be nude. Whether you take off a pretty dress or those jeans is immaterial. Shall we go?"
I nodded again but a thought crossed my mind. I had to ask, "Sir, you mentioned an audience last Monday. Was that still just something from the book?"
He turned to me. "Yes, that was in the book but it still counts as part of my prediction. The staff is going to watch us. When I broached the subject with them they expressed a desire to observe your preparations. Since you would be nude if they arrived after you're on the rope I couldn't see that it made much difference."
I thought of the maid's punishment during my wooden spoon adventure with the cook. She had to ask the gardener to disrobe her and I wondered if I would have to do the same. He shook his head. "No. You will get to do that yourself. Come along now, they're waiting for us."
Talk about walking the last mile, it was a true test of my accession to his authority. At the door to The Room I had to stop and take a deep breath before entering. His employees were standing around and chatting but stopped as they saw me and quietly took their seats. I took of my shoes and looked for the hat rack where I was to hang my clothes. Instead of its usual location it was more towards the center of the room. That meant that I had to stand where they could see me clearly. My humiliation grew as item by item was removed and hung up neatly. When I was completely nude I raised my head and strode to the rope. The men had been assigned specific duties regarding the final preparations. The butler moved the hat rack out of the way and the gardener put the cuffs on my wrists. He attached them to the rope and the chauffeur pulled the rope so I was stretched upward. Just before he went back to his seat the old gardener leered at me and I saw an evil grin. The thought crossed my mind that my own foolish addition to the story might be on the agenda but I didn't dwell on it. Whether these men were going to use me sexually before I was freed or not was out of my control. Besides, my main concern was the man approaching with that little whip in his hands.
He said, "Your obedience has been commendable. I'm proud of you. If it is any comfort to you, this will be much like last time. Not completely unbearable but it will sting. Are you ready?"
Him and his damn foolish questions; I hated to say it but like when I get a proper spanking, I should show my good manners. I said, "Yes Sir. I'm ready. Please whip me."
You already know how it went; first on my bottom and then my back; then to the front and so on. As usual, his idea of unbearable and mine differed. I had hoped to show these folks that I could take this punishment silently but why bother. They had all heard me cry and beg before so I allowed myself to express my true feelings. Their ears and eyes got the whole show. I screamed and cried and danced like a puppet on a string.
Almost every part of me was hurting and I jumped when I felt someone grab my ankle. The butler was attaching the bar that would keep my legs open and I moaned and begged not to be whipped there. Not only was my plea ignored I heard voices. My audience had been quiet so far but with the small break in the action the felt it OK to chat a bit. Most of it was regarding me; the way my skin had turned red in spots, the way I cried and pleaded and (in their words) the delightful way I danced and kicked. I know I must have been great entertainment but frankly, I didn't give a damn. In fact, until I heard them I had forgotten they were even there. When the butler stepped away I made a last appeal that turned into something unintelligible as the whip landed. It kissed and bit the insides of my thighs both from the front and then from the back. It was agonizing and almost a relief when he moved to my bottom. I say 'almost' because he made it the grand finale and I could do no more than hang limply when he walked away.
By the time I was able to look up again everyone was naked. The women were stroking their own breasts and the men (excluding my host) had their hands wrapped around their penises. They were not looking at me but at a deck of cards on the small table. I heard the master of ceremonies say, "As I explained, you all are in need of some relief and you agreed to this game of chance. I've already laid out the rules so let's begin."
One by one they each cut the cards to see who was going to have sex with whom. The gardener got the cook, the butler was going to satisfy himself (and her) in the maid and the chauffeur was going to have me.
Thick exercise mats were rolled out and two couples made their way to them as the chauffeur removed the brace from my ankles. I closed my eyes when he stood up and I felt his hand caressing (more like rough squeezing) my breasts. A voice behind said, "This was your idea so enjoy it. If the women were not in need of relief you would get to entertain all the men. Perhaps we can try that some other time. But for now you have a anxious young man waiting for you to invite him in, so to speak. I have the whip if you need the same inducement as the girl in the story."
I opened my eyes and stared straight at the man in front of me. "Please Sir, use me for your pleasure. I offer my entire body to you."
He smiled and lifted my legs. Once they were on his shoulders he said, "Keep them there Miss. I want my hands free to explore your charms."
He went back to my breasts as he slowly entered. As he began moving in and out my bottom attracted his touch. Breasts mauled, bottom grabbed and slapped, my whole body aching and ever increasing intercourse. I hurt but it did not stop me from encouraging him to do it harder and faster. He reached his goal between my first and second orgasms. As he stepped back and let my feet down he said, "Thank you Miss. That was very nice. I hope I have another opportunity to do this again."
He moved away and I was begging again. I didn't see him but I was calling out for another ravisher and made it clear I wanted the one who whipped me. When he came into my sight he was smiling. "My pleas continued even as he lifted my feet and only stopped when he filled me. That's when orgasm number two burst out. I had two more before he finished. As he moved away I heard applause. Everyone else had completed their activities and was dressed. Their host for the evening thanks them for attending and we were alone. He said, "I'm not as young as I used to be but a half-hour should do it. Seduce me like you did last Monday."
It was odd to see him sitting on a chair with nothing on but it allowed me to see how my story affected him. My first thought was what to tell him about. My book was mostly historical in nature and any references to sex were very subtle. However, I had read enough erotica to understand the milieu. I figured he would like something involving discipline and then it came to me. I would relate my memoirs. In essence I told him the same things you have been reading with a few embellishments to enhance his virility. It worked. He was getting aroused again and when he was sticking out straight he got up.
He lowered the rope and unhooked me. I knelt on one of the mats with my head down and bottom raised so he could take me from the rear as he did the first time we had intercourse. The whip had covered most of my body but my bottom hadn't borne the brunt of it. While it was slightly sore it was not as bad as when it receives the whole spanking. So I could enjoy our coupling without the extra pain when he slammed against me. Telling him about our previous escapades had not only affected him. I was really turned on and came as soon as he plowed in. He had gotten hard but it took him a long time to ejaculate which was fine with me. Although, I was fairly well exhausted and probably wasn't a very enthusiastic partner by the end I had no complaints and neither did he.
I vaguely remember being over his shoulder as he carried me to my room and I was asleep as soon as he put me on my bed. I don't remember much more but I was still a bit sore when I woke up and had a smile on my face.
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