Entering the Topic. First try.

[Marion]

(Marina Darkevich, fragment from the novel "Autumn Lightning")

This is the last of the fragments of the novel . I don’t really like it, first of all, because it’s a little out of my style, but the plot needed such an episode.

Knecht took a swing and hit Olga’s bare buttock with a table tennis racket. Tochilova, who was lying on the bed with her stomach down and her knees resting on the floor, gasped, but more from surprise and unfamiliarity than from pain. But Sergei did not give her the opportunity to delve deeper into the analysis of her own feelings, and again hit her hard. Then the spanks came one after another; after the fifth or sixth, Olga finally screamed - she was in real pain. But, biting the sheet with her teeth, she only spread her arms in a cross and prepared for a new series of blows.

This has never been done to her before. Her parents were against any corporal punishment, and her father was simply horrified at the very thought that someone could raise a hand against the girl. Partners (including even those few “disposables”) also did not consider spanking in any form as a sexual element. And only Seryozha Knecht, who himself, according to him, could not fully reveal his preferences until now, was now “punishing” Olga... Maybe even without quotes.

“Well, I crossed another line... I became a “bottom”, a “dog”, as they call them... And the strangest thing is, I’m starting to like it.. .”

Despite the pain. Although Olga moaned and screamed loudly, she still didn’t even think about “yellow.” Not to mention "red". If she could see herself now from the side, or rather, from behind, then, naturally, she would be amazed at the bright crimson spots on her buttocks, which Sergei continued to hit with his racket. But still, the moment came when Tochilova, slightly out of breath, said “red!” Knecht immediately stopped the execution, and Olga, feeling the burning flame from the blows, turned over on the bed, slid to the floor, approached Sergei on her knees, hugged him and said “thank you, my master.”

It’s funny, but they were both still embarrassed and awkward! True, the man’s eyes were already burning. Yes, and the penis was standing, although not in full readiness; both lovers knew that now they would continue to do things a little different than regular sex. Olga also felt excited - probably from everything together: novelty, pain, humiliation (even if it was fake). Or maybe it was because of the situation: they lit about three dozen red candles, hung red sheets over the “sexodrome”, well, let’s be honest! – they drank a bottle of wine (red again), gradually undressing each other.

– Have I punished you enough? – Sergei asked, waving his racket.

– No... I’m behaving very badly.

– Then stand up... Yes, facing me... No, don’t you dare cover yourself with your hands! Clasp your hands behind the back of your head... And don’t even think about lowering them...

Olga readily complied with the order. Her heart was pounding, despite the fact that she knew what was coming. Again, new and unusual... Seeing the flogger (just unpacked today) in Sergei’s hands, Olga felt a familiar warmth spreading between her legs. Yes, this was exactly what she needed now... And it doesn’t matter that she had never even thought before that she might like something like this!

– Spread your legs.. . Wider... You must be completely defenseless. And let any part of your skin, any part of your body be ready for what is about to follow... You want this, right?

– Yes, of course...

– Not like that!

– Yes, I want to, my master! Please punish me... A-ah!

Sergei hit Olga on the thigh with the flogger. Not much at all to begin with. He did this for the first time in his life, but he knew (mainly from relevant films and forums) how the whip should lie in his hand, how to correctly hold its tails with the second hand immediately before striking.

– Continue... Continue, please!

Despite the fact that the remark did not sound entirely according to the script (the word “master” was missing) , Sergei readily began to groom Olga, each time watching with pleasure how her body shuddered after the next contact with the whip... He hit her on the shoulders, stomach, thighs, feeling how her excitement was growing more and more, judging by the way she involuntarily moves towards the biting blows... Here comes the first blow to the chest. Olga let out a scream... No, not even a scream - it was like the cry of a wild lynx. A cry of wild, animal lust. Olga’s skin gradually became covered with crimson stripes, which only increased her sensitivity to new blows. Sergey, despite the fact that he was completely captured by this game, still controlled himself. He wanted to bring Olga to ecstasy, but he was afraid to “go too far”; moreover, he himself became more and more excited by the sight of a woman’s body bending under the blows and screams - now muffled, now loud, now tender.

nAnd soon the game again deviated a little from the script - Olga shouted demandingly, even rudely: “I can’t do it anymore! Fuck me! Do you hear? Right now!”

What kind of “master” is there, where am I “behaving badly”!.. However, Knecht himself no longer gives a damn about the narrow boundaries of the game. He threw away the whip, grabbed Olga by the shoulders, threw her onto the bed with her stomach down, in exactly the same position in which he had recently spanked her, and inserted his penis, which had reached a steel erection, into the supple, wet slit. Lol!!! Feeling the male organ inside her, Olga could not resist a sweet moan and leaned back, as if trying to push herself harder on him. Sergei caught this movement and, in turn, tried to drive his penis deeper. Olga’s immediate sigh confirmed that everything was going right. Already quite excited, he immediately began to make rhythmic movements. True, he was unable to cum quickly, apparently due to the unprecedented amount of lubrication... and maybe also because of Olga’s yesterday’s exercises with a plug, with which she stretched the walls of her cave, albeit a little. Growling, Knecht grabbed Olga by the hair and pulled it towards himself, wrapping it around his fist. An orgasm covered him at that very moment - perhaps the strongest and brightest he had ever experienced. And his peak of pleasure was immediately transferred to Olga, who screamed loudly and thrashed on the bed... Sergei felt abundant moisture on his thighs.

Olga, whose body was still shaking for a long time, noticed the same moisture convulsions, like “aftershocks” after an earthquake.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, running her palm over her wet thighs, “I used to think that this couldn’t happen in principle...

“You’re just the most passionate woman in the world,” Sergei said with admiration.

“The first squirt in my life,” Olga said confusedly . - It was you who made me reach this state, you rude male!

The lovers laughed quietly. Sergei hugged Olga, she screamed slightly:

- My whole skin is striped, be careful!

But she leaned close to him, hiding her head on Knecht’s chest . She felt good, warm and comfortable with this man, like she probably had never felt with anyone before.

“We made such a noise here,” Sergei suddenly said. – The neighbors won’t call the police?

– They shouldn’t... You know, sometimes I caress myself, it also happens that I get turned on. Corner apartment, first floor. A deaf grandmother lives upstairs, behind this wall there is another entrance, they rent it out daily. Sometimes they organize such orgies... And through the corridor with the bathroom you can hardly hear us.

– But we both like it...
– Yes. We may still be able to come up with a lot more. Just imagine, Serge, we are only at the very beginning of the journey.

[Serg_A]

(Marina Darkevich, fragment from the novel "Autumn Lightning")

This the last of the novel’s fragments. I don’t really like it, first of all, because it’s a little out of my style, but the plot needed such an episode.

Knecht took a swing and hit Olga’s bare buttock with a table tennis racket. Tochilova, who was lying on the bed with her stomach down and her knees resting on the floor, gasped, but more from surprise and unfamiliarity than from pain. But Sergei did not give her the opportunity to delve deeper into the analysis of her own feelings, and again hit her hard. Then the spanks came one after another; after the fifth or sixth, Olga finally screamed - she was in real pain. But, biting the sheet with her teeth, she only spread her arms in a cross and prepared for a new series of blows.

This has never been done to her before. Her parents were against any corporal punishment, and her father was simply horrified at the very thought that someone could raise a hand against the girl. Partners (including even those few “disposables”) also did not consider spanking in any form as a sexual element. And only Seryozha Knecht, who himself, according to him, could not fully reveal his preferences until now, was now “punishing” Olga... Maybe even without quotes.

“Well, I crossed another line... I became a “bottom”, a “dog”, as they call them... And the strangest thing is, I’m starting to like it.. .”

Despite the pain. Although Olga moaned and screamed loudly, she still didn’t even think about “yellow.” Not to mention "red". If she could see herself now from the side, or rather, from behind, then, naturally, she would be amazed at the bright crimson spots on her buttocks, which Sergei continued to hit with his racket. But still, the moment came when Tochilova, slightly out of breath, said “red!” Knecht immediately stopped the execution, and Olga, feeling the burning flame from the blows, turned over on the bed, slid to the floor, approached Sergei on her knees, hugged him and said “thank you, my master.”

It’s funny, but they were both still embarrassed and awkward! True, the man’s eyes were already burning. Yes, and the penis was standing, although not in full readiness; both lovers knew that now they would continue to do things a little different than regular sex. Olga also felt excited - probably from everything together: novelty, pain, humiliation (even if it was fake). Or maybe it was because of the situation: they lit about three dozen red candles, hung red sheets over the “sexodrome”, well, let’s be honest! – they drank a bottle of wine (red again), gradually undressing each other.

– Have I punished you enough? – Sergei asked, waving his racket.

– No... I’m behaving very badly.

– Then stand up... Yes, facing me... No, don’t you dare cover yourself with your hands! Clasp your hands behind the back of your head... And don’t even think about lowering them...

Olga readily complied with the order. Her heart was pounding, despite the fact that she knew what was coming. Again, new and unusual... Seeing the flogger (just unpacked today) in Sergei’s hands, Olga felt a familiar warmth spreading between her legs. Yes, this was exactly what she needed now... And it doesn’t matter that she had never even thought before that she might like something like this!

– Spread your legs.. . Wider... You must be completely defenseless. And let any part of your skin, any part of your body be ready for what is about to follow... You want this, right?

– Yes, of course...

– Not like that!

– Yes, I want to, my master! Please punish me... A-ah!

Sergei hit Olga on the thigh with the flogger. Not much at all to begin with. He did this for the first time in his life, but he knew (mainly from relevant films and forums) how the whip should lie in his hand, how to correctly hold its tails with the second hand immediately before striking.

– Continue... Continue, please!

Despite the fact that the remark did not sound entirely according to the script (the word “master” was missing) , Sergei readily began to groom Olga, each time watching with pleasure how her body shuddered after the next contact with the whip... He hit her on the shoulders, stomach, thighs, feeling how her excitement was growing more and more, judging by the way she involuntarily moves towards the biting blows... Here comes the first blow to the chest. Olga let out a scream... No, not even a scream - it was like the cry of a wild lynx. A cry of wild, animal lust. Olga’s skin gradually became covered with crimson stripes, which only increased her sensitivity to new blows. Sergey, despite the fact that he was completely captured by this game, still controlled himself. He wanted to bring Olga to ecstasy, but he was afraid to “go too far”; moreover, he himself became more and more excited by the sight of a woman’s body bending under the blows and screams - now muffled, now loud, now tender.

nAnd soon the game again deviated a little from the script - Olga shouted demandingly, even rudely: “I can’t do it anymore! Fuck me! Do you hear? Right now!”

What kind of “master” is there, where am I “behaving badly”!.. However, Knecht himself no longer gives a damn about the narrow boundaries of the game. He threw away the whip, grabbed Olga by the shoulders, threw her onto the bed with her stomach down, in exactly the same position in which he had recently spanked her, and inserted his penis, which had reached a steel erection, into the supple, wet slit. Lol!!! Feeling the male organ inside her, Olga could not resist a sweet moan and leaned back, as if trying to push herself harder on him. Sergei caught this movement and, in turn, tried to drive his penis deeper. Olga’s immediate sigh confirmed that everything was going right. Already quite excited, he immediately began to make rhythmic movements. True, he was unable to cum quickly, apparently due to the unprecedented amount of lubrication... and maybe also because of Olga’s yesterday’s exercises with a plug, with which she stretched the walls of her cave, albeit a little. Growling, Knecht grabbed Olga by the hair and pulled it towards himself, wrapping it around his fist. An orgasm covered him at that very moment - perhaps the strongest and brightest he had ever experienced. And his peak of pleasure was immediately transferred to Olga, who screamed loudly and thrashed on the bed... Sergei felt abundant moisture on his thighs.

Olga, whose body was still shaking for a long time, noticed the same moisture convulsions, like “aftershocks” after an earthquake.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, running her palm over her wet thighs, “I used to think that this couldn’t happen in principle...

“You’re just the most passionate woman in the world,” Sergei said with admiration.

“The first squirt in my life,” Olga said confusedly . - It was you who made me reach this state, you rude male!

The lovers laughed quietly. Sergei hugged Olga, she screamed slightly:

- My whole skin is striped, be careful!

But she leaned close to him, hiding her head on Knecht’s chest . She felt good, warm and comfortable with this man, like she probably had never felt with anyone before.

“We made such a noise here,” Sergei suddenly said. – The neighbors won’t call the police?

– They shouldn’t... You know, sometimes I caress myself, it happens too, I get turned on. Corner apartment, first floor. A deaf grandmother lives upstairs, behind this wall there is another entrance, they rent it out daily. Sometimes they organize such orgies... And through the corridor with the bathroom you can hardly hear us.

– But we both like it...
– Yes. We may still be able to come up with a lot more. Can you imagine, Serge, you and I are only at the very beginning of the journey.

No, this is not mine, I can’t even imagine this. One girl asked me to chat with her on this topic, but of course I couldn’t, nothing like that even comes to my mind...

[Arianna]

I liked it)) but the racket probably hurts a lot, it’s hard

[King Bird]

I liked it)) but the racket probably hurt a lot, it’s hard

Well, if it’s all stupid, then yes... I’m into BDSM, I like Unfortunately, I’m only a theoretician, but I’ve talked to subjects where the force of blows (no matter with what - a flogger, a stack or the same racket) must be determined very carefully. This is an erotic game, not an interrogation in a dungeon

[Bully Carrie]

Here comes the first blow to the chest.

I apologize, it probably shouldn’t hit the chest anyway. The risk of developing breast cancer is very serious, from what I have read.
And so, very sensual and good, thank you.

[Arianna]

Well, in all seriousness, then yes... I am, unfortunately, only a theorist in BDSM,

I also a theorist))) we only practice light things with the martyr, like grabbing him by the hair harder or, for example, strangling him a little by the back of the neck with his hand, but it doesn’t even occur to him to spank something
And yes, you’re right, the partner should to be very attentive, this is an art, how not to cross the line of acceptable pain

[King Bird]

I apologize, it’s probably not worth it on the chest. The risk of developing breast cancer is very serious, from what I have read.

According to the topics, slapping your breasts with a flogger (again not with all the dope, gentler than on the buttocks or stomach), but with a little delay - this is practice in the order of things. Plus all sorts of small sophistications like clothespins on the nipples or piercings there.

[Bully Carrie]

King Zogu, Clothespins and piercings for God’s sake, but blows can leave hematomas, and they can provoke neoplasms. including malignant ones. Therefore, it is better not to hit the chest at all. In general, I’m also a theorist, if that’s the case. Vanilla all the way through))

[King Bird]

Hooligan Carrie, yes, I understand. Although some light aspects attract, and very much. Like dripping a candle onto your body or using electrostatics. It seems that this thing is called a magic wand, it is used in cosmetology, but some have noticed that it is also suitable for erotic games.