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Introduction

Ms. M was a Professional Disciplinarian who had many repeat clients. Most were businessmen who needed the relief from the pressures of the work place and a good hard spanking often filled the bill. Ms. M never had any sexual relations with any of her clients but some times the sexual tension built up to extreme levels and she needed to find a way to release it. She had a plan and wanted to try it out on Slave T, one of her favorite customers. He was easy going and could stand a nice hard spanking. The harder the spanking the more tension was created.

The Plan

Ms. M had devised the plan. She could spank a blindfolded slave, tease him by telling him she was taking her clothes off, and the once the final spanking was done and her sexual tension was at its peak, gag him with a penis gage and, turn him on his back and ride his face to a gut wrenching orgasm, maybe more than one. Each time she thought about it she got very wet and excited. Slave T was the perfect candidate.

The Warm Up

Ms. M knew the key to success with Slave T was a good slow build up, starting with a hand spanking then some paddles. Gradually increasing the impact of each stroke then increasing the speed of each series until they were coming about one a second and, each a nice sharp crack of the paddle on the red bottom. A good warm up lasted from ten to twenty minutes and added to Ms. M’s growing sexual tension. Time to announce the contest to Slave T.

The Contest

“Slave T I have a contest that I think you will like. It will require you take a very hard spanking but your reward will be to have me ride a penis gag on your face. You will be restrained so you cannot touch me, but you feel me reach an orgasm. Do you want to play?”

Yes Ms. M,” said slave T .“I would love to serve you in that manner.”

“Good. Now here are the rules. You will be tied to the bondage table and blindfolded. I will pick some of my favorite toys and give you twenty stokes with each one. You will count the strokes. If you succeed in taking all twenty, I will take off one article of clothing. I have on five items today. That means 100 strokes.

“If you succeed in taking all of the strokes, I will turn you over and retie you to the bondage table, put a penis gag in your mouth and ride you to an orgasm. You must take all the strokes or we will stop the game. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ms. M and thank your for letting me serve you.”

Ms. M put the blindfold on Slave T, making sure it was tight and he could not see out of it in any direction. She ordered him to lay face down on the bondage table, secured his wrists and ankles, and for added protection, fastened a belt across his lower back to make sure he did not move.

Ms. M went to her collection of toys, and picked up a Lexan paddle. The contest began.

“Slave T count the strokes, loud and clear. If you miscount, I will start over. Do you understand?”

:Yes Ms. M,” Slave T responded.

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

The first twenty strokes we hard but not extreme. Still Slave T moaned a bit more than he should have. She took off her jacket.

Next Ms. M pick up a medium leather strap, switching sides to even out the impact marks she started to the next round of strokes.

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

Twenty more strokes done. Slave T moaned as he counted. Off came Ms. M’s skirt.

Next Ms. M picked up a large wooden paddle and went back to the other side. Slave T’s bottom had turned a bright read with a just a few bruises.

Ms. M laid the strokes on full force. Slave T moaned but still counted out loud, screaming each number. His pain, and his reactions got Ms. M wet and excited.

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. The next twenty strokes leftSlave T was sobbing. But he still wanted to complete the contest.

Off came Ms. M’s bra, nipples hard and so sensitive that even the breeze created by her breathing added to her excitement.

The riding crop was next, about 36 inches long, flexible and painful.

She stood over Slave T. “Do you want to call it quits?” she asked with a smile.

“No,” he sobbed. “Please continue. I know I can take all the strokes.”

“Good,” said Ms. M, raising the crop over her head. She brought it down with a vicious stroke that left a bright red welt across Slave M’s already bright red bottom. His squeal was intoxicating.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. At the twentieth stroke, Slave T screamed out the count. His bottom was mass of red strips and welts that were turning blue.

Off came her panties, her pussy dripping wet. She touched it carefully, not wanting to cum, until she was done with the spanking and mounted on the pussy gag.

In only her stockings, Ms. M picked up the senior cane. She swished it through the air, the sound so delicious and so deadly at the same time. She stood back and surveyed her work so far, thin red strips criss crossing the bright red bottom. She touched the quivering swollen mass, drew the cane high above her head and brought it down with a vicious stroke that made Slave T scream out the number one.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Again and again she brought the cane down, each stroke with more strength than the last. Once all twenty strokes we administered, Slave M was a jerking mass of flesh, sobbing, crying, and repeating, “Thank you. Thank you.”

The Result

Ms M untied Slave T’s wrists, then his ankles, and finally removed the belt from around his waist. He was still blind folded, and she helped him to turn over on his back, then placed a pillow with a towel under his sore bottom.

“Open your mouth.”

When he did, she placed the penis gag inside and fastened the it in place with a leather strap. Then she retied his arms and legs.

Ms M took a long, satisfied look at Slave T. She climbed on the rubber penis and lowered her dripping wet pussy on to it. Her climax was instantaneous and overwhelming. She nearly passed out and collapsed. As she recovered she looked up to see Slave T had a raging erection that begged to be touched.

She smiled. He’d have to earn his release.