Severely Whipped at her Dinner Party P1
Following the now familiar path to Ron & Kim's home, Sam & Megan pulled up the long drive in his vintage '59 Jaguar XK150 and parked behind Tim & Ann's '58 MB 300SL. He looked in his mirror and saw Don & Liz's '54 Studebaker Starlight coupe making its way up the drive. Megan was next to Sam scantily clad showing a lot of her lovely body in the bucket seat, but he couldn't help thinking about Kim's statuette figure. He hadn't seen her since last month when they bent her over a frame so each one of them could take their turn with her. Sam smiled with the thought of a whip marking Kim's alabaster skin as he pulled up on the parking brake handle.
Walking around to open the door for his wife, she made the point of flashing him by pulling up her short dress with a mischievous grin on her face. Sam smiled broadly but told her she was being naughty. Megan smiled back and replied: "Oh my - you're not going to p-u-n-i-s-h me - are you?" Sam smiled and told her that the night was still young before he took her arm and they walked to the door. The maid answered the door giving Sam an immediate view of Kim's lovely body across the foyer. It was Kim's turn to be whipped, so she only wore a leather collar around her neck and restraints around her wrists and ankles. They joined Tim and Ann who were standing next to Ron & Kim. A moment later, the door opened again and Don and Liz walked across the granite foyer to greet them.
After the greetings, the four 20 - something couples wondered into a sitting room on the right. Once seated, a young maid brought them drinks. The maid wore a sheer white blouse and a micro tartan skirt. Like all of the girls there, she didn't wear underwear below her garments. Everyone could see her cleanly shaved pussy and the strap marks on her pert little bottom when she bent down to place the drinks on waiting coasters. The couples engaged in light chatter. They certainly knew each other and no one raised an eyebrow with Kim engaging in conversation and though her attire, or lack of it, was normal. Jill asked Liz where she got the almost transparent outfit she was wearing? The small talk continued until Ron stood, looked at his wife and announced to everyone: that it was time.
They reassembled in a large room with a stainless-steel ring hanging from the ceiling in the center. Kim entered and walked directly below the ring. Ron and Tim started placing cords through the hasps and up through the ring. The others took chairs arranged to afford a good view of Kim. A leg spreader was attached to her ankle restraints. Once secured, Kim was raised with a touch of a button till only her down-turned toes touched the floor. After warming her up with a light flogger, Ron picked up a heavy single tail whip and forcefully swung it into the middle of her back. Kim whimpered loudly in response. The whip cracked across her flesh leaving a red mark in its wake. He stepped forward and the second lash fell just below the first with a red mark stretching across her back before bending around to sting her left breast. Her body shuttered with this assault as she cried out in pain.
Ron switched sides, stepped forward and the next lash curved around to embrace her right breast and nipple. Kim screamed in response. He clearly didn't want her to find relief by sleeping on her side. He stepped into six more lashes assuring that her left breast suffered the same faith. Then he allowed her a short break. The endorphin rush concluded when he continued to march the whip down her back. She tensed and pulled against the restraints as she took the punishing lashes. After 20 lashes, at full force, he paused. Soon, Kim found some relief with her endorphins while her body relaxed again. Unfortunately, the mild euphoria quickly evaporated when the whip embraced her lower back denoting the start of the next set. The stinging pain was intense. She jerked and cried out, but her body was tightly contained. Tears were forming in her eyes blurring her vision. Tin red welts rose from her flesh marking each impact of the whip as the braided strands of leather continued stripping her back. After another twenty lashes, Ron moved down to punish her ass - grouping the next 20 lashes closely on her sit spot as Kim whimpered in pain. He paused for a moment before he lowered his arm to hook the whip across her lower left cheek. The whip bent around her tinder upper inner thigh producing even greater pain. After ten lashes, he changed sides to punish the right inner thigh. Kim's whimpers became more pronounced as her face expressed the pain as tears started to run down her cheeks.
At the end of that set, her endorphins were making a gallant effort to relieve her. He picked up the next implement: a heavy flogger. He moved to attack her C-cup breasts with punishing lashes coloring her tinder skin. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Her face grimiest with each lash, but twisted in pain when the strands of leather rudely landed on the welts made earlier by the single tail. Ron continued her flogging all the way down her front. Then he started back up returning to punish her breasts again. She cried out when he went to work on her pussy. But with the leg spreader providing access, there was nothing she could do. He continued striking the area between her legs. Kim became aroused as the strands of leather struck her clit. A few moments later, she came forcibly with her spasms pulling on the restraints. The other couples marveled at the sight of Kim's suspended body convulsing in the troughs of one orgasm after another. Megan watched intently, envious that Kim could cum so easily this way. She considered if she should ask Ron to whip her next month when it's her turn. The red stripes across Kim's skin danced with her movements. When Ron's hand subsided, Kim hung limply till Jill and Liz unbound her and wiped her tears away while Ron held her.
Ron carried his wife into the adjacent "recovery room" and laid her face down on the bed. He kissed Kim, told her that he was proud of her and loved her which caused Kim to brighten - a little. He left the girls to tended to her damaged flesh with a cool cold cream. They forced her to down a Sport Recovery drink to re-hydrate. Ron typically punished his wife severely, but just short of leaving permanent marks - Kim once remarked that that was one of the reasons she married him. Jill looked at Kim with sympathy while Liz was envious. But both of them expressed their sincere admiration for Kim's ability to take such a harsh whipping as they gently rolled her to tend to her damaged breasts.
Walking around to open the door for his wife, she made the point of flashing him by pulling up her short dress with a mischievous grin on her face. Sam smiled broadly but told her she was being naughty. Megan smiled back and replied: "Oh my - you're not going to p-u-n-i-s-h me - are you?" Sam smiled and told her that the night was still young before he took her arm and they walked to the door. The maid answered the door giving Sam an immediate view of Kim's lovely body across the foyer. It was Kim's turn to be whipped, so she only wore a leather collar around her neck and restraints around her wrists and ankles. They joined Tim and Ann who were standing next to Ron & Kim. A moment later, the door opened again and Don and Liz walked across the granite foyer to greet them.
After the greetings, the four 20 - something couples wondered into a sitting room on the right. Once seated, a young maid brought them drinks. The maid wore a sheer white blouse and a micro tartan skirt. Like all of the girls there, she didn't wear underwear below her garments. Everyone could see her cleanly shaved pussy and the strap marks on her pert little bottom when she bent down to place the drinks on waiting coasters. The couples engaged in light chatter. They certainly knew each other and no one raised an eyebrow with Kim engaging in conversation and though her attire, or lack of it, was normal. Jill asked Liz where she got the almost transparent outfit she was wearing? The small talk continued until Ron stood, looked at his wife and announced to everyone: that it was time.
They reassembled in a large room with a stainless-steel ring hanging from the ceiling in the center. Kim entered and walked directly below the ring. Ron and Tim started placing cords through the hasps and up through the ring. The others took chairs arranged to afford a good view of Kim. A leg spreader was attached to her ankle restraints. Once secured, Kim was raised with a touch of a button till only her down-turned toes touched the floor. After warming her up with a light flogger, Ron picked up a heavy single tail whip and forcefully swung it into the middle of her back. Kim whimpered loudly in response. The whip cracked across her flesh leaving a red mark in its wake. He stepped forward and the second lash fell just below the first with a red mark stretching across her back before bending around to sting her left breast. Her body shuttered with this assault as she cried out in pain.
Ron switched sides, stepped forward and the next lash curved around to embrace her right breast and nipple. Kim screamed in response. He clearly didn't want her to find relief by sleeping on her side. He stepped into six more lashes assuring that her left breast suffered the same faith. Then he allowed her a short break. The endorphin rush concluded when he continued to march the whip down her back. She tensed and pulled against the restraints as she took the punishing lashes. After 20 lashes, at full force, he paused. Soon, Kim found some relief with her endorphins while her body relaxed again. Unfortunately, the mild euphoria quickly evaporated when the whip embraced her lower back denoting the start of the next set. The stinging pain was intense. She jerked and cried out, but her body was tightly contained. Tears were forming in her eyes blurring her vision. Tin red welts rose from her flesh marking each impact of the whip as the braided strands of leather continued stripping her back. After another twenty lashes, Ron moved down to punish her ass - grouping the next 20 lashes closely on her sit spot as Kim whimpered in pain. He paused for a moment before he lowered his arm to hook the whip across her lower left cheek. The whip bent around her tinder upper inner thigh producing even greater pain. After ten lashes, he changed sides to punish the right inner thigh. Kim's whimpers became more pronounced as her face expressed the pain as tears started to run down her cheeks.
At the end of that set, her endorphins were making a gallant effort to relieve her. He picked up the next implement: a heavy flogger. He moved to attack her C-cup breasts with punishing lashes coloring her tinder skin. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Her face grimiest with each lash, but twisted in pain when the strands of leather rudely landed on the welts made earlier by the single tail. Ron continued her flogging all the way down her front. Then he started back up returning to punish her breasts again. She cried out when he went to work on her pussy. But with the leg spreader providing access, there was nothing she could do. He continued striking the area between her legs. Kim became aroused as the strands of leather struck her clit. A few moments later, she came forcibly with her spasms pulling on the restraints. The other couples marveled at the sight of Kim's suspended body convulsing in the troughs of one orgasm after another. Megan watched intently, envious that Kim could cum so easily this way. She considered if she should ask Ron to whip her next month when it's her turn. The red stripes across Kim's skin danced with her movements. When Ron's hand subsided, Kim hung limply till Jill and Liz unbound her and wiped her tears away while Ron held her.
Ron carried his wife into the adjacent "recovery room" and laid her face down on the bed. He kissed Kim, told her that he was proud of her and loved her which caused Kim to brighten - a little. He left the girls to tended to her damaged flesh with a cool cold cream. They forced her to down a Sport Recovery drink to re-hydrate. Ron typically punished his wife severely, but just short of leaving permanent marks - Kim once remarked that that was one of the reasons she married him. Jill looked at Kim with sympathy while Liz was envious. But both of them expressed their sincere admiration for Kim's ability to take such a harsh whipping as they gently rolled her to tend to her damaged breasts.
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