Sir smiled at me and had the man crawl on his knees to Tom. I watched as Tom bound the man in the same manner as his sub had been bound the evening before. Sir came over and removed me from the rack while the staff started whipping the cruel master the way he had whipped his sub.

I was led to the spanking bench. Remembering how much fun this had been the last time, I was eager to be of use on it again. Sir cuffed me to the bench, my back to the proceedings the staff was undertaking. I was happy to be able to focus on Sir and our fun, rather than have the distraction of the man’s whipping in my view.

I felt the first strike and smiled. He was using the same implement he had used the during the ‘naughty schoolgirl’ pose he had made me do in his room. As I did then, I counted the strokes;

WACK! "One! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Two! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Three! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Four! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

I kept up quite well with his strokes. The only thing that threw me slightly off was when I felt the leather land on my pussy lips. Whenever this happened, I was sure I was ‘lubricating’ the leather as he struck me. The clit clamp was jiggling during this and I was definitely warmed up!

When he put aside what I later found out was called a tawse, he removed the clamps from my nipples. I hissed and squirmed at the removal of each nipple clamp. The removal of the clit clamp elicited a gasp and a growl from me. I wanted to squeeze my legs together after that one, but was bound to the bench with my legs spread.

I waited, wondering what Sir had in mind next. My question was answered when I felt the first strike. Youch! That packed a punch! Whatever he was using now had quite a bite to it. It was almost like being hit with a tiny fist, but a strong one. It had both a thumpy sensation, followed by a sting that throbbed afterwards. I felt that land 20 times and Sir stopped to check on me. It was painful as it landed, making me cry out but the pain melted into a warmth that suffused throughout my body and made me incredibly aroused. I knew I would have some bruises from this and I was going to relish looking at my ass in the mirror and seeing those lovely reminders until they faded.

After Sir offered me a drink, he moved on to the paddle. This was a different paddle than the kind I had seen in the catalogs. I expected the same sensation that had occurred when Jan had paddled me, but this one stung, a lot!

I received twenty strokes with that paddle, and it was making me yelp. Had I been able, I would have been jumping forward at each stroke. Sir again checked on me, asking me for a color. Of course I said green. I felt almost like I was having an out-of-body experience and it was a heady feeling. I wanted to keep going with whatever Sir planned.

I could hear something being moved across the floor behind me, and I tensed, expecting Sir to use an increasingly harsh implement. The gentle touch to my pussy startled me, making me “mmmmm” softly. The touch went away for a second and then was there again. The touch got firmer and firmer. Oh my aaaahhhhh yessss! Something was entering me, and entering me, and entering me. I heard a click and then the thing in me started pumping in and out. I could hear a motor. Oh my God it’s a fucking machine...oooohhhhhh, mmmmmm, God yesssss. After all the loving strokes Sir had given me with his assortment of ‘weapons’ the phallus pumping in and out of me was exquisite.

It didn’t take long for my first orgasm to hit. Unlike a real cock, which was slightly yielding to my clamping pussy muscles, this one was unforgiving, making my orgasm have a nuance of discomfort in it. I much preferred the real thing, but this one obviously was doing the job because I could feel another orgasm building almost the moment the first one dissipated. I could easily see how this could be used as punishment if the Dom desired to do so.

The second orgasm hit, harder than the first. I groan loudly. I know it won’t take many more before I am begging Sir to stop the machine. I get very sensitive after an orgasm, so to have so many of them, one right after the other was going to be quite an experience!