Every Which Way

(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use.

This piece contains a great deal of explicit sex. Now you\'ve been warned.

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FOUR: TARA INTERRUPTS, THEN SUSAN GETS HERS

T.

It was dark when any of us felt like moving. He brought us all huge glasses of water, which we drained, and we each took individual showers before meeting back up again in what he’d affectionately called “The Playroom.” It was the smallest of the three bedrooms at his house, and it looked utterly innocent and harmless. Of course, the closet locked, which was a good thing – it was a cornucopia of toys, many of which I’d had used on me.

And I’m sure Susan had had some of them used on her, too.

I didn’t know who was going to get it, but truthfully, I was hoping it was her. I still couldn’t sit down, not for a long period of time, anyway.

S.

There were a lot of things Tara wasn’t expecting to see from us. This was to be one of them. Despite being in charge, overall, I still enjoy getting punished, and he’s always very good at punishing me. Very good. Besides, I knew he would want me to paddle him later, and I had an interesting idea about when to take him up on that offer.

So it was without any trepidation I went into the playroom. Tara was standing in the closet, examining the toys and implements he kept there, and he was standing unselfconsciously naked by the window, watching the sun come up.

I slipped up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, my breasts warm and heavy, nipples tight and hard against his skin. I tilted up on my toes to whisper something in his ear, and he nodded. I saw his grin reflected in the glass for an instant before he lowered the blinds.

That was when the spank came that I did not expect, and both of us flinched, whirling around to see Tara, a long wooden paddle in her hand, smiling.

That wouldn’t last.

T.

When I saw their faces, I knew it was a mistake. Each of them took an arm and pulled me over to the bed. I tried to resist, but she was too strong and he too determined, and soon, my wrists had leather cuffs on them – soft leather, to be sure, but leather just the same – and I was attached to bolts in the wall by light metal chains. The chains were just long enough that I was bent over the edge of the bed.

I asked what I’d done, that I thought we were playing, but Susan was having none of it. She, after all, was to be the mistress, and evidently, she believed I had to learn this lesson.

I felt a presence on my left – Susan was on my right – and it was him, a huge wooden paddle in his hand. I’ve been hit with this a few times, only in punishment, which is how I knew I was in more serious trouble than I thought. This paddle is about a foot across, round, half an inch thick, made of hard, solid wood. Imagine an oversized ping-pong paddle. If you do, you’re lucky – I’m the one who’s about to get whacked with it.

My heart shot into my throat when I saw that Susan had one just like it.

R.

I let Susan do the talking. After all, she was so much better at scolding; I prefer to play.

And scold she did. After every couple of words, she would let loose with that paddle, a deafening THWACK! echoing in the small playroom. As Tara was screaming from that, I would land an equally-hard CRACK! with the paddle I was holding, and Susan would wait patiently until she calmed down.

We kept this up for a long time, alternating scolds and smacks, unforgiving, Tara blubbering and crying, a huge wet spot from her tears on the comforter under her cheek as she swung her head from side to side, trying to get one of us to let her up, trying to tell us she was sorry, but Susan was having none of it. Personally, I would’ve let her up after twenty or thirty whacks, but Susan was doing the punishing, and all I could do was go along for the ride.

The sun was well above the horizon by the time we stopped. Susan and I are experts; Tara’s bottom was a dark, sizzling crimson, but neither of us had bruised her nor broken her skin. One thing was for certain, though – she wouldn’t be sitting any time soon, not of her own volition.

It was interesting how she kept flinching between moans and bawls and screams and oaths and promises that she would be good, even when we weren’t paddling her. She must have been expecting it, because after all the screaming and yelling she’d done under our not-so-tender ministrations, the lack of the sound of wood meeting flesh was almost a deafening noise in and of itself.

I knew what Susan would have me do next. Truthfully, it was my idea – I knew this is what Tara enjoyed after a good spanking. So, as she climbed onto the bed, wiping away Tara’s tears and whispering reassurances mixed with scolds into her ear, her lips brushing Tara’s blushing, tear-scalded cheeks, I was taking a very large plug out of the closet and covering it with lubricant.

T.

I would say anything, do anything, promise anything, if only they would stop, stop punishing me, stop paddling me, I was only playing, only trying to get into the mood, only one little whack, I know you’re not supposed to spank the mistress, I’m so sorry, so sorry, oh God please stop, my cheeks flaming redder than my bottom, nose running, tears soaking the bed, thrashing, pulling, trying to get my arms out, rattling the chains, tugging, squirming, his hand on my lower back, hers caressing my bottom, then more cracking, more smacking, more paddling, more pain, oh God it hurts, oh please please please stop stop stop stop oh but I can’t use my safeword it’s not that bad yet I’ve had worse oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God stop stop stop STOP STOP STOP OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OHHHH it hurts it hurts IT HURTS, my ass is on fire, I can barely feel it, I can hear it, it burns it stings it’s on fire please oh stop oh yes mistress oh yes I’ll do anything I’ll kiss you I’ll fuck you I’ll suck him I’ll do anything I’ll go down on you I’ll let you fuck me I’ll never touch you again if that’s what you want oh God your breath is so hot oh yes mistress oh God it hurts oh my GOD THAT IS FUCKING HUMONGOUS oh no oh yes oh ow that hurts my ass is so tight oh no that can’t go in that far oh God yes it CAN OH OW OH THAT IS SO GOOD OH MY GOD harder harder push it in stretch me out oh yes oh yes oh God touch me please mistress master please touch me I want to come so much so bad so hard touch me lick me fuck me please please please oh yes oh yes OH YES I’M COMING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD PLEASE MORE FUCK ME STICK IT IN ME MAKE ME COME MAKE ME COME OW OH YES oh my God that was wow, wow, I can’t breathe, wait, please wait, no, don’t, oh no oh no oh yes fuck me with the plug fuck me with it FUCK ME PLEASE fuck me mistress fuck me harder shove it in me oh that feels so good fuck my pussy fuck my ass fuck my pussy fuck my ass oh God oh God ohGodohGodI’mcomingagainohYES!

S.

I pulled away from Tara’s bound body, the heat of the cheeks of her ass lingering on my stomach, her bottom delightfully spread apart, filled with that huge plug, her pussy dripping onto the rug under the bed, her back rising up and down, hearing her babbling in pleasure. I could see her pussy still throbbing from her last orgasm.

I hadn’t planned this. I’d planned to get paddled, then fucked, or maybe watch him fuck Tara while I rode her face, but she’d added her own twist.

When I would think on it later, I would wonder if she planned this, but I doubt it – even I don’t like to get punished that hard on a regular basis, and note that I said “regular.” Still, it was fun to strap on that dildo and fuck her while he watched.

And, of course, I had to crawl over and take over for him – his hand was gently cupped around his cock, massaging it. I didn’t even take the dildo off, just knelt between his legs and swallowed him down into my throat, his throat vibrating down to his penis and through my mouth with his moan. And I knew what I would do to really make him want to paddle me hard.

Almost absently, I unbuckled the strap-on, still dripping with Tara’s juices, and pressed it between his cheeks, seeking out his opening, and felt his cock throb and jump and get thicker in my mouth as I knew it would, as I knew this turned him on. It was actually about the same size as his cock, average length but thicker, something I’d sent him and told him to keep handy, in case I needed it, and he had. I’m not his mistress – we switch, and really, he tops me more than I top him – but he knows when to listen.

I’m sure he knew this would come someday. He adjusted his stance, his legs spreading apart as I pressed one, then two inches of it into him, and heard that little hitched gasp that meant he was getting closer. I didn’t want to spoil my big surprise, though, so I just wiggled it around inside him, my other hand reaching up to squeeze his balls and behind them, knuckling into his perineum as I pushed it inside him, pressing his insides, and I felt his cock explode into my mouth.

I didn’t think he could come this hard, not so soon after the previous orgasms of the scene, but there it was, shooting past my tongue – the head of his cock held firmly between my teeth, lips sealed around it, not biting but keeping the option open – to splash against the back of my throat. I swallowed fast, for more was coming, and with him, the second or third spurt was always stronger, and it was, hot and slick and straight past my throat and halfway down it, coating my insides as more and more poured out, faster than I could swallow, the dildo pressing inside him, his come leaking out around my lips as his cock jerked and tugged and finally I had to bite harder, which got one more hard spurt out of him that bounced off the pool of his come at the back of my tongue and coated the back of my throat.

Then I let him go, watching him collapse back against the bed, trying to sit down on it and eventually giving up, falling on his butt on the floor as I leaned back, swallowing, my fingers scooping up the come that had leaked out, licking it off. I had let the dildo get tugged out of him as he moved away, and I set it aside before crawling up across his lap and handing him the bad girl paddle.

“My turn?”

T.

My arms were still bound, my heart still pounding. I had blacked out, I think, from coming so hard, but my ass was burning and tingling and absolutely full with the humongous plug he’d promised he’d use on me someday. My pussy felt like he’d fucked me, but it wasn’t slippery enough – did he pull out?

The bonds were slack enough that I could pull myself up onto the bed and, if I moved up against the wall, lie down.

It was enough to see over the edge of the bed. He was sitting there, Susan across his lap, and that’s when I realized what the sound was.

It was a paddle – one I’d never seen before, an inch thick, blond wood with an oval surface about twice as big as his hand, and a handle that had to be a foot long. And it was making satisfying, sharp, succulent smacking sounds as it slapped and spanked and smashed against Susan’s ass.

And she was pushing back into it, as if to make it hurt more.

I couldn’t pull that far forward to watch, but he turned his head back. “The cuffs aren’t locked,” he said in that deep, soft voice. “There should be enough chain to let you undo them, if you want to come over here and watch.”

Then he resumed spanking her.

I watched. What else could I do?

S.

When he paddled me, it wasn’t punishment, even when we played it as such. It was pain, it was fire, it was that paddle like none I’d ever seen before cracking against my ass, driving electric shocks through me as I stretched and wiggled and lifted my ass up, trying to get him to do it harder.

He never disappointed, and soon each whack was followed by a yelp from me.

I don’t know why, but when he paddled me, I could disassociate myself enough to think coherently even as I experienced the exquisite heat of the spanking. I could practically watch the paddle bouncing off my cheeks, leaving hot crimson blush marks that faded into pink, watch my ass turn redder and redder and redder, feel my pussy hot and slick against his thigh.

And I don’t know how he could, after the blowjob I just gave him, after the orgasm I swallowed, but he was getting hard again, his cock pressing against the soft flesh of my stomach. That only made me wetter.

T.

I heard her yelling, heard her broken cries; I knew she was feeling the spanking, but she didn’t ask him to stop. I had undone the cuffs, rubbing my wrists, lying down on the bed to watch over his shoulder as he punished her while at the same time letting the icy breeze of the air conditioner caress my own ass – which still clenched with phantom pain from that horrible-yet-wonderful paddling they’d given me. Her face was screwed up with concentration, nodding, her ass turning pink, then dusky red, then a bright, hot crimson, and still he kept it up and still she kept wiggling her bottom.

She finally asked him to punish her for real. I don’t know how long it was, but it was a while. I thought she’d tell him to stop.

Instead, that husky voice, dipped in honey.

“Punish me. For real. Do it.”

His voice: “are you sure?”

“Yes. Now.”

I thought what I went through was bad. He set the paddle aside and picked up what had to be a breadboard (I later found out that’s exactly what it was). It was a rounded square, a foot in each direction and a full inch thick, with a small handle. He picked it up, its weight obvious in how I saw his arm muscles move, and rested it against her bottom.

R.

CRRRRRRAACKKK!!!



S.

I was back.

T.

I watched, eyes wide, as that board was lifted and slammed into her ass. Huge red marks bloomed on her cheeks. She wasn’t pushing against it anymore; she was pushing into his lap, trying to get away, but his hand was between her shoulder blades, holding her. Her feet kicked, her arms waved, but he kept it up.

Then he started spanking her faster.

And harder.

And louder.

She started screaming.

And begging.

And crying.

I lost count after about a hundred whacks, he was spanking her so fast, her bottom getting darker and darker red, her toes beating into the carpet, her voice broken and hoarse from screaming, until I saw her dig her nails into his thigh.

He immediately set the paddle aside and helped her up to her knees. He was fully erect, I could see, but I was more impressed with the punishment she had taken. Of course, she’s been doing this longer than I have; maybe she needs more than me.

He pulled her into a hug, one arm motioning me down to them. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, sniffling, shoulders shaking, hair damp and limp. I knelt behind her, rubbing her shoulders, pushing up against her.

She jumped when her cheeks pressed into my lower stomach, against the bare skin above my pussy, but it was nothing compared to how I had to swallow my heart.

It felt like I was pressing against the outside of a hot car on a ninety-degree summer day. Her skin practically burned me. I could only imagine what she was feeling.

I didn’t want to know. I just hope I never get punished like that.

No, that’s not true.

I hope someday I can take that kind of punishment.

My pussy got wet and slick again when I thought about that.

But I ignored it, holding Susan as she came down off her endorphin high.

S.

He’s never punished me like that before.

It was amazing.

I want him to fuck me.

I’m so hot.

I’m so horny.

My ass is burning.

I don’t ever want to sit down again.

I want him inside me.

I want her inside me.

I want to be spanked again.

I want more of everything.

I want.

I want.



T.

I watched as Susan pushed him back, straddled his lap, lowered herself slowly and lasciviously onto his cock, leaning forward and arching her back to pull his entire length into her. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, her palms flat on his chest, as if she wanted to do a push-up away from it.

But she didn’t.

I didn’t know what to do at first, but I realized this was my opportunity to help, to be the third of the threesome, to push Susan’s hair – damp with sweat – away from the back of her neck, lick my way down between her shoulders, into the curve of her spine, and still lower, dipping between the dark-red, still-steaming-hot cheeks of her ass, my fingertips ever so gently prising them apart, watching her pussy suckling at his cock, my tongue inching closer and closer to that tight little spot between her cheeks.

S.

I had been content to rest atop him, plying the muscles inside me, undulating them against the thick shaft of his penis. I had almost ignored Tara’s tongue sliding down my back, but when the tip of it wormed its way inside of me, almost as if she’d done it before, I jolted, my body clenching around him. His head snapped forward and I grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep, wet kiss, our tongues playing together just as Tara twisted her body around, plunging hers inside me. My ass clenched, involuntary, my cheeks slipping out of her hands, her tongue unintentionally forced out of me.

That didn’t faze her, though. As I planted my knees and started riding him, rising and falling, feeling his head bump against that rough little spot inside me, I felt slick fingers slide between my cheeks, two of them – hers – burying themselves inside my ass, wiggling and crossing and twisting, pressing the wall of my pussy against the underside of him, making him jump.

That was when I had to arch back. First the hardest, best punishment of my entire life, now a good, slow double-fuck; if I didn’t want to keep Tara in suspense, I’d’ve had her strap on a toy and fuck me from behind.

Instead I just rode harder, grinding my hips against him. I felt his hands reach around, squeezing the cheeks I knew had to be the color of ripe, fresh tomatoes, little shocks of heat and pain-pleasure shooting through my entire lower body.

When I fell forward, I whispered something into his ear that forced his eyes wide open as he looked at me, shocked and quite obviously interested in the idea. His cock throbbed and threatened to explode inside me – I knew that feeling very well – and I had to lift off him, to keep him on the edge.

T.

Susan whispered something in my ear, a very pleasant idea, and I took her up on it, watching her move aside, then straddling his hips, standing as he sat, lowering myself until my sex pressed against his lips.

He was more than happy to oh my god I forgot how that feels one touch one lick one suck one finger my pussy oh god my pussy oh please two three three fingers inside me fuck me hard oh put them back put them back oh my GOD fuck my ass fuck it fuck it suck me fuck me suck me oh shit oh god oh fuck oh god I’m comingcomingcomingCOMINGCOMINGCOMING oh wait wait please no more wait let me breathe let me come down let me oh oh fuck me fuck me oh my god fuck my ass harder harder harder oh god yes oh god please fuck it stretch it fuck it oh oh oh oh OHOHOHOHOHOHYESYESYESYESYESYESAH!

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