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She

Thumbs and forefingers twirled her nipples to rigid
attention. She sucked in a gasping breath as the
invisible lightning bolt of arousal flashed from chest to
groin. The pink tips were fondled into breath-robbing
knots and she strangled a moan and fought a nearly
overwhelming urge to fling apart her thighs and direct
hands, a mouth, something, *anything* to her newly sopping
core. Her thighs flexed together to ease the ache.

Then she froze, recognizing her mistake.

Too late.

The stern disciplinarian owning those maurauding hands
missed nothing. 'Uh uh. You know better'. A nipple
clamp pinched one tender bud, and an unyielding palm
delivered ten flurried smacks to bare derriere cheeks,
leaving them smarting and reddended. Then the hand
returned to her breast, twisting the clamp off. 'Be 
still!' She strained to comply, but the fluidity
between her legs and her throbbing clitoris were
hopelessly entrained to the stimulation of her breasts so
the clamp's unfastening combined with the relentless
stroking of the other nipple propelled her into near
orgasm, and she spasmed.

Over the foot of the bed she went. A wooden paddle
cracked and whacked, bouncing her besieged bottom
ceilingward. She yowled, squirming like a worm on a
hook. But only holding still would forestall more paddle
fire. She finally froze again. The paddle desisted
immediately...

Only to begin caressing her flash-burned cheeks. Then
the sanded edge tapped her bottom crack. 'Relax those
cheeks' came the imperious command. Her heart racing,
she unlocked her bottom, and the paddle carved between.
'Spread'. Gulping, she did. The smooth cherry wood sank
in exploring like Columbus in the new world. It teased
her anus, then eased into the slippery wet channel below
and forged forward, scuffing her soaking clitoris and
yanking a cry from her. The wood palpated and massaged
the hood and the very erect glans, swelling both
incredibly. Her miniscule thread of control snapped --
again.

Her disciplinarian's hands responded instantly, striking
her plumpness hotly and heavily, even within the
crack... while the paddle stayed wedged deep in her slit.
She lay, tears running, entirely surrendered until the
barrage ended.

Her bottom glowed red hot, but so still did her
sexuality. A single twitch of the embedded paddle would
ignite a bonfire. She waited, smothering her sobs as the
disciplinarian grasped the paddle lodged against her
clit. She coveted the permission, 'You may come'. But
as the paddle eased along her engorged clitoral shaft,
there came, 'Not yet'.

Fury overtook her. She shouted aloud, "Sadist! Quit
being such a hard-ass." She rocked against the hardwood
between her legs and plunged into mindless orgasm,
splintering into a billion twinks of body electricity.
Again and again, she hurled into the whirlwind of
feeling. Finally, completely spent, she swooned.

Untold minutes later, she roused. She peered shakily into
the full-length mirror, scrutinizing her tenderized tush,
her chafed nipples, and her passion-rocked face. She
quirked a wry smile and shook her head at herself. "You
mean-machine disciplinarian, you."

Another solo session concluded.