Yesterday Bondage Blog linked to a story about a submissive who was about to be mounted on a “wooden horse” (a solid beam with a narrow edge to cause her pain in her nether regions). But before they put her on the horse, they spanked her pussy:
Robert brought a small leather sap over to Kari, handing it to her. I stared at it. It was a lot like mine, but with metal caps along the edges. I looked at Kari, my chest starting to heave with deep breaths, my heart pounding, my stomach tightening, and my pussy almost gushed in expectation.
“Present!” called out Kari.
I blinked for a moment, confused. Then I remembered the stupid trick that Kari had asked the Kennel folks to teach me the previous weekend. Dropping to my knees I then rolled over onto my back. It was a horribly humiliating position, but I brought my legs upward and then spread my thighs wide apart. When Kari knelt down between my legs I suddenly feared the worst.
“We have to get you prepped to ride the horse, don’t we?” she asked. I didn’t have time to answer, even if I would have. She lifted the sap and brought it right down on my exposed pussy, smashing my labia and clit with a stroke that caught my breath. Only through serious will power did I manage to keep my legs open. Not that it did any good. She hit me there again, and then again, slamming that miniature leather paddle into my pudenda and sex over and over. I started to buck as she not only picked up the pace, but also the force and the next thing I knew I was crying out loudly, begging her to stop. She didn’t. Pain exploded between my legs and finally, after maybe fifteen strokes, I couldn’t stop myself from closing my thighs and blocking her blows.
“Well, FINALLY!” Kari exclaimed. “I thought we’d never get to ride.” She said, not even complaining about my action to close off her access to my sexual side. I looked up at her through tear blurred eyes.
“What?” I gasped out loud.
“Stand up, Breanne. It’s time to ride the horse.”
I blinked. She must have been waiting for me to close my legs!
Kari pulled me to my feet. My crotch burned and ached. How could she?
Trying to be a good girl doesn’t always pay off, does it?
From Riding The Wooden Horse by Breanne Erickson (as seen in “Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut” Volume 3).