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Beth

Chapter 15

Beth
by Allene
                           Chapter 15

    The next day was hot so Mary suggested we go to the lake for
a swim. This sounded good to all of us so Paul got the horses
ready while Mary and I made a lunch.
    When we got to the horses Mary took off her top and shorts
and told Paul to get naked as riding naked was a real kick. Paul
agreed but my pussy still felt too tender for that kind of
stimulation so I left my shorts on.
    Paul said that riding naked was not a big deal for him except
he loved watching our tits bounce. Mary on the other hand only
got half-way to the lake when she asked Paul to fuck her. His
prick had been hard for some time so he was quick to oblige. I
just stayed on my horse and watched. I thought it was over very
quickly since it seemed like he had fucked me for hours last
night. I later realized that time was meaningless once you get
into the throes of passion.
    At the lake she was ready again. This time I participated by
kissing and fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. I
still did not get turned on and assumed I was still worn out from
last night.
    The warm water of the lake soothed my body and I noticed the
welts on my body had turned into pink stripes which were no
longer painful to the touch. 
    Paul noticed me feeling my pussy to check for tenderness and
assumed I was getting horny. " I guess it's your turn." he said
as he kissed and fondled me. He started licking my pussy until my
juices started to flow then started to fuck me in the missionary
position. He stroked slowly with circular motions. Mary joined in
kissing my neck, ears, and breasts. It felt really pleasant but
even though Paul made it last as long as he could He came long
before I was ready. I don't think Paul noticed that I had not
been brought to an orgasm, but Mary did. 
    " That really did not do much for you did it?" Mary
whispered.
    I protested, " Yes, it really felt nice."
    " I know it felt nice, but you didn't come did you?"
    I had to admit," No, but that was just because I am still
tired from last night."
    " Bullshit. We both know what you need. Admit it!"
    I realized that the only times I had great orgasms pain was
involved, but I hated to admit it to myself and especially admit
it to Mary so I just remained silent.
    Mary then said, " Think about it. I am going for a swim and
think about a way to help."
    While they were swimming I relived my feelings when I had
reached orgasm. The more I thought about it the hornier I became.
I could not resist putting my finger into my pussy while I
remembered the shock of the belt going clear inside it. By the
time they came back I was ready for anything.
    I realized they must have been discussing their plans for me
while in the lake because as Paul walked out of the water I saw
his prick was very hard and standing straight up.
    Mary came up to me and said," Paul and I have decided that
you are a very naughty girl for not joining us. We think you
should have a switching. We are going to give you a break. You
can go over to the willow tree and pick out your own switches for
us. We wii know how brave you are by the size of the switches."
    The idea excited me and I thought that I would not be hurt
much as I would pick out tiny switches. 
    The willow tree was about a block away so I had time to think
about what I was doing. I had mixed feelings. The logical side of
my mind said that this was crazy. I was going without protest to
get instruments that would hurt me, but my emotional side became
more excited with each step. When I got to the tree I used the
knife they had given me to cut a couple of little switches, but
as I felt them and swung them in the air I decided that I would
not even feel them and I certainly would show a lack of courage.
I also rationalized that if it hurt bad I would no longer be
fascinated by pain. I ended up cutting two switches about three
feet long. About half-way back I realized that I was carrying two
whips that would really hurt. I felt committed at this point and
decided not to go back. The idea of showing my bravery in
choosing such large switches provided a perverse pride.  I slowed
my pace as I came closer to them so the anticipation of what was
to happen could build.



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