Erica wore restraints around her ankles as well, attached via leather straps to hooks in the floor that kept her feet spread about a yard apart. A beautiful sight, Ben thought, certainly worthy of immortalization by camera. But he already had dozens of photos of his baby in this position.

He entered the room, moving to a side wall against which an old dresser was placed. He opened the top drawer. Inside was a variety of vibrators, whips, floggers, crops and paddles.

Whenever they went shopping for a new spanking or whipping toy, Erica picked it out and paid for it. It was a part of the game they played, to let her select and procure the instrument of her punishment. Ben had noticed that over the course of their marriage that each device Erica selected was crueler than the last, and was able to inflict more pain and injury. That concerned him a bit. But he kept in mind that he’d never go too far, and that they had a safe word she could use to stop things if he did.

So far she’d never used the safe word.

Ben looked through the drawer. The last item Erica had purchased was a wicked looking flogger with tiny barbs embedded in the tails. It was one of several nasty little toys she’d purchased that he hadn’t yet used. He considered for a moment, and then selected a basic riding crop.

**********

She heard his footsteps in the room. Hearing him but not being able to see him set her nerves on edge. God, she was so scared! Her fear fed her excitement. She swallowed hard. Her breathing grew labored. Her legs trembled. Her clit throbbed, yearning?

His footsteps stopped somewhere behind her.

Erica turned her head from side to side, trying to locate him.

“Ben??

He didn’t respond.

“…Master??

“Yes babe??His voice echoed in the darkness beyond her vision.

He was still somewhere behind her. She couldn’t tell how close. She thought she’d heard the dresser drawer open a moment ago, but she wasn’t certain about that. If it had, then he might have something in his hand, something to spank her with…to punish her?

Oh God?/i>

As if he could read her thoughts she heard something cut the air behind her with a swish.

The fine hairs on her body stood on end. Erica flinched and shuddered. Unable to help herself she moaned in terror…and in need.

“Master, please…”

“What baby??

“Oh God…”

“Are you afraid??he asked. He was still back there. She couldn’t tell how close. Maybe close enough to hit her.

“Yes I’m scared…” Tears flowed from behind her blindfold. Another part of her flowed as well.

“I can put this away,?he said. “We don’t have to do this…”

“No, please don’t! Please Master…”

“What, you want this? You want me to punish you??

Erica breathed a trembling “Yes.?

“I mean really babe, we don’t need to do this,?he said. “I can just unchain you and we can go up and have dinner.?

“No Master, please,?Erica cried, “Don’t leave me like this. I need it! I need you…”

”What do you need, babe??

“I need you to beat me. Please…”

Erica heard that swish again, but this time followed an instant later by a burning sting across her bottom. She thrashed against her chains and screamed.

FOUR

Swish!

Erica wailed and bucked blindly.

Ah God, it hurts so bad!

Each time the crop bit into her bottom Erica jerked against her bonds and cried out. For a split instant the sting seemed almost unbearable. But in the next moment the pain was fading, diminishing down to…something else.

It was the memory of the peak of that pain, and the knowing that she was at Ben’s mercy, that he could deliver it again if he so chose, and that there was nothing she could do about it that turned her on. It was that thought, and the feeling in her wounded bottom that was now a kind of pain-pleasure that had her pussy so wet.

God, it’s so good!

**********

Ben stood behind Erica, watching as she trembled and moaned after the last blow. He’d given her four licks. He figured he’d give her ten total ?five on each cheek. That would be enough.

“Do you like it babe??he asked.

“Y-Yes, Master…”

He walked around her so he could face her. She cocked her head like a blind person, trying to pinpoint his location. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead and her upper lip. Her beautiful lips parted, allowing her ragged gasps to escape. She was scared, and excited. Damn she’s so beautiful! He wanted to kiss her, but that wasn’t a part of the game. Right now it was all about punishment.

“Do you want me to stop??he asked.

Erica bit her bottom lip as if considering, trying to decide.

Ben raised his voice this time. “I said do you want me to stop??/i>

She flinched and said in a rush, “No sir, please don’t stop!?

He secured the crop in the crook of one arm and reached around her, unfastening her half bra.
She flinched again at the unexpected contact.

Ben had to admit that her fear and excitement turned him on. He never would have thought in a million years that he could get into something like this. It was after all, some freaky white shit. But Erica…damn…she had some needs that went beyond anything he’d ever experienced.

He’d found that out the first time he smacked her on her ass while they were doing it. She’d screamed like somebody popped her with a taser and came like a nuclear bomb.

He tossed her bra aside. She had some beautiful breasts ?voluptuous 36-Cs that were one percent Grade A real. Her nipples stuck out like rubber bullets, another sign that she was hot as hell right now.

He traced the crop across her nipples. Erica cringed and moaned. He’d never consider striking her on this sensitive area, but this action was a threat that he might. And he knew that the threat turned her on.

**********

Erica felt the crop brush over her breasts, and then her nipples. God, it would hurt so bad if he hit her there. But could she take it…maybe just once? She tried to imagine the searing agony, and then how it would feel as the agony subsided, and then mellowed out to that pain-pleasure sensation that she loved so much. Could she handle that…just once? Would it be good in a new way?

She was almost disappointed when she heard Ben step around behind her again.

**********

Erica’s brown skin glistened with sweat now. It wasn’t hot down here; he kept the temperature comfortable. But when Erica got excited and her blood started boiling she perspired. And judging by her moans, she was very excited right now.

Ben was excited too. He wanted Erica now. He’d had enough foreplay. It was time to get this phase over with and move on.

He drew back to get good leverage and whacked her hard on her left cheek.

Whack!

Erica jumped and yelped.

Then her right cheek.

Whack!

He hit her bottom in rapid succession now, alternating from cheek to cheek, tearing her ass up. He was hitting her so hard and fast he was sweating and grunting with his effort.

**********

Oh yes baby, hurt me! It’s so good!

Erica writhed around in her bonds, trying to escape the tortuous stinging blows but at the same time loving it. She felt her pussy vibrating…felt the good feeling blossom and grow.

Oh my God it’s coming?/i>

**********

Oh shit! How many times had he hit her? He’d lost track. It had to be more than ten times, maybe twice that.

Ben dropped the crop and hurried to his wife’s side.

“Baby, are you alright??he asked.

Her head was down, her sweat-soaked hair falling over her face. Her chest heaved up and down as she sucked in huge gasps of air. Was she crying?

Oh shit?/i>

He pulled the blindfold down off her eyes, letting it drop loosely around her neck.

“Baby, are you okay??

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. Her face bore and unreadable expression that made his heart sink.

“Why’d you stop??she gasped.

“That had to be hurting you, babe.?

“I didn’t forget the safe word.?

Was she mad?

“Damn babe, I can see whelps on your ass…”

Erica whirled her head in his direction, making her sweat drenched hair fly. “I was almost there, Ben!?she said through clenched teeth.

“What??

“I almost came. Damn it Ben, why’d you stop??

FIVE

Erica was upstairs in the shower. Ben sat on the living room sofa, staring at the television but seeing nothing. His mind was upstairs with his wife.

How the fuck was he supposed to know that she could get off that way? In all the time they’d played the game, maybe two or three times a month, it had always been just foreplay, a precursor to their regular lovemaking. But now Erica was upset because she didn’t get to cum in this new way?

Of all the things a man had to worry about when it came to satisfying his woman, he had to worry about not beating his wife’s ass enough?

Damn!

**********

How had she come to this? She never meant to hurt Ben. That was the last thing in the world she would ever do. But he’d had her right there, so close to maybe the best come of her life, and then he’d just stopped.

She hadn’t been mad at him, not really. She’d just spoken out of frustration. God, she’d been so close!

As Erica toweled herself dry, she decided that she had to make things right. Nothing was more important than her marriage.

**********

They sat on the sofa together. Neither was paying attention to the Law & Order rerun.

“You believe me don’t you honey??Erica asked. “I’m not upset. I was just so close to coming. I didn’t expect you to stop.?

“I know babe,?Ben said. “You keep saying that.?

“I keep saying it because I mean it.?

“Okay cool,?Ben said. He put his arm around Erica and she snuggled closer to him.

She put her hand in his lap and started playing with his belt. Ben looked at her.

“What are you doing babe??he asked.

“We didn’t finish what we started,?she said.

“Well the mood kind of got killed…”

“It’s not just about me,?Erica said. “You didn’t get yours either.?

“You don’t need to do this right now babe. I told you I’m cool.?

“I want to,?Erica said. You know I like doing it.? She smiled at him. “And I know you like it.?

**********

Ben stared at the television as Erica went down on him. He did like it, and he appreciated that she was doing it. He always had. She knew what he liked.

But he also knew what Erica liked. Her love of pain for pleasure was increasing, and he was worried that her need to be hurt was exceeding his desire to do it to her.

He loved Erica more than he loved his own life. He’d do anything in his power to make her happy. But he wondered if he’d always have the power - if he’d always possess the courage…and the cruelty, to give her what she’d need.

(to be continued…)

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