3 comments/ 14568 views/ 4 favorites First Pain Turns To First Pleasure By: LucyCanyon The phone rang and I cursed. No-one knew I was at home, so it must just be a sales cold caller. I knew how I was gong to put them off. "Hello, Pain and pleasure, your pain is our pleasure," I said, on picking up the phone. A familiar voice said, "Oh, sorry, I think its the wrong number. I was looking for Andrea." The voice belonged to Fay, a colleague of my partner who I remember seeing at regular functions, and who was, if I remembered rightly, quite starchy yet very hot. What on earth have I said! "Hi, Fay, its OK, Andy here. Just wanting to put off the window salesman. What can I do for you?" "Oh, I was hoping to chat with Andrea, I thought she would be about", she said, sounding flustered but there was something else there in the slowness of her reply that I couldn't figure out. "Away, couple of days on that conference she needed to go to. Can I take a message and get her to call?" Andrea was my partner, and worked with Fay allowing me to meet her and a couple of other undeniably sexy co-workers at social events. "Ermm, away, couple of days.. well, no, it can wait, thanks, see you soon I hope," came the slightly husky reply. With that she hung up. I went back to work, wondering at my daft opening lines and what Fay and Andrea would say about it. I was deeply involved in some long-winded report when I was disturbed again, this time by a knock on the door. I tried to ignore it, but it came again. Heaving a sigh I went to the door prepared to vent my wrath on the unfortunate sales person, but was taken aback when I saw Fay at the door. "Oh, well, I thought I said Andrea was away," I said, lamely, as I admired Fay from the safety of my hall. "You did, but I, er, I wonder if I could have a private chat about something. Erm, well, I seem to recall something about pain and pleasure. What was it? Your pain is our pleasure?? Mmm, I wonder if we could have a, well a private chat about this? You know, off the record, not something we might share type of chat?" Forward, but with a hint of nervousness, and I stepped aside to invite her in. I watched her pass me by and enter the house, just wondering what this might turn into. Fay is a tall, striking lady with a full figure. She was showing this off nicely in the smart but tight dark greye business suit, pale red silk blouse and shiny seamed nylon covering her legs. Her height was emphasised by the red stilettos she wore, making her already tight figure even more attractive. I quietly locked the door and went through the rear room. Here we were not overlooked, and closing the door to the front of the house I motioned Fay to sit down. Offering her a drink (she asked for wine to calm her nerves!) I asked her what had made her call to discuss my rather offhand remarks. She took a gulp, uncharacteristically nervous, and said that the words struck a chord and she wanted to know if I was joking or was there something I could do to help her. Go on, I asked, and she looked at her wine and explained that she was surprisingly excited by the words I spoke when answering the phone, and even whilst talking about the mundane, of meeting up with my partner, her mind was wondering what I meant. She had to come and ask, and see if I was able to explain or even demonstrate. I stayed quiet, nodding occasionally and then asked her if she had any experience of what she thought I might have meant when I said that her pain was our pleasure. I waited for her response, wondering where on earth this was leading, but not at all willing to let it go before finding out. Here was a very smart, attractive lady about to tell me what sort of pain for pleasure she might be willing to entertain, and with the chance of me providing the pain, it was already turning out to be an interruption I would not forget. "Well, not much, but what I have tried I was so aroused by I know I need to try and find out more. I had ignored it, thinking it would go away, but your voice and those words made me think again. Perhaps there is a safe way to see what I, well, what I can endure and enjoy at the same time." "Go on, what have you actually tried?" I asked, watching her wriggle a little as she took another gulp of her wine and lowered her eyes a little. "Just a little spanking from my husband. i don't think he was very good, and I so wanted to continue but after what seemed barely a few swipes, he gave up thinking he had really punished me. I just felt I wanted more but couldn't explain to him, so the desire is there but not the experience." "So, why did you come over, do you think I can help? Do you want to experience pain and pleasure from and with me??" There, I had said it and given her the option to back off now, but she didn't. She just nodded, gratefully, and said, "Yes, I think I do. When you spoke those words, it triggered something and I know I can trust you from all our chats when we met at the work socials. I know this might be behind Andrea's back, and its certainly behind David's, but that is not a problem for me." "So, this is between you and me. You are happy to trust me to treat you like you have never been treated before, and like you think you want to be?" Fay nodded, breathing in and looking me straight in the eye before she said, "Yes, I think I am ready to try this, its been on my mind for so long I could not miss the opportunity you gave me. Assuming you still want to play...?" Did I ever. Here was a highly attractive lady willingly giving me the right to spank, whip or anything else I fancied in the name of creating pain for mine and her pleasure. I knew we could do this, I knew exactly where I was going to start and this was indeed going to be fun for me, and undoubtedly painful for Fay. Only time would tell if it would be pleasurable. "Mmm. Listen and nod only when I ask. You will now do as I ask. If you don't you will be punished. Sometimes if you do, you will be punished because I feel like playing and you are my plaything. It might be physical pain, it might be mental teasing, it will mean you may not have as many clothes on at the end of our session as you do now. It will mean you will be pleasured by your experience. You have an opportunity to decide this is not for you, and thereafter you only need to say the word 'beyond' to indicate the game will stop. I will honour that safe word, but no other pleadings will get you release. If you use it, that will be the last time we meet to do this. If you don't, and I end the session when I want, you may ask for another meeting which will follow the same rules. Are you remaining here?" Whilst I spoke I saw a spark appear in Fay's eyes, but not of defiance but of hunger, of desire. She nodded, sitting with hands clasped on her lap and awaiting my choices. I wanted her to squirm, to use erotic language, horny language in public with me, something which most women are really uncomfortable with. This is the start. "Describe the last time a cock entered you, in detail, and how you felt about it." "Sorry, the last.. ... Oh, sorry". Fay had started to query my instruction, but realised a little too late that this was now for real, and doing such a thing was not a good idea. I beckoned her towards me and sat down, motioning her to my right side. Indicating she was to bend over, I placed my hand in the small of her back. She knelt initially and leant across my spread thighs, easing herself into perfect position with her covered ass up in the air and her head and hands hanging down. I rubbed softly across the tight fabric of the business suit for the first time, and felt Fay shiver. The faint outlines of a suspender belt were showing now the fabric was so stretched into place across her full cheeks. Her dark, nylon covered legs were so close and tempting, but instead I just hooked my fingers under the hem of the skirt and pushed it smartly up and onto her ass. Presented before me was a perfect sight, the round, firm flesh barely concealed under a pair of skimpy red, lacy knickers. The straps of the suspender belt showed dark against the pale flesh, three broad bands of fabric holding up those black, slinky stockings. Without warning I brought my hand sharply down on her right cheek, and she gasped audibly though more from shock than pain. It was a warning blow, and I rained a few more down on both cheeks, sharp but not too hard and all the while with the soft red fabric taking some of the sting from her. After a good 5 or 6 spanks on each cheek I stopped and rubbed lightly over the red marks appearing at the bottom of the fabric, where my hand had strayed and caught some bare flesh. Teasing and stroking that most erotic of places, the ass cheek turning into full thigh and sliding into stocking covered leg, I sampled the firm, smooth flesh of Fay for the first time. Then before she could get too comfortable I reached up to the top of her knickers and slowly but surely tugged them down, She lifted slightly to let them slip off her bottom and I moved them as far down as the tops of her stockings, exposing all of her fantastic fleshy globes for the first time. I swiftly brought my hand down on the now exposed flesh, and it was a satisfying result. Fay started a little and a small gasp escaped her lips for the first time. The feeling of the smooth skin under my bare hands was much more erotic than through the silky knickers, and the impact of the blow was clearly greater. I continued, raising my hand ever higher and bringing it down with some force onto each cheek in turn. Fay groaned with each blow, the skin of her cheeks beginning already to show darker red as the blood came to the surface. The heat of the tortured flesh was apparent as I rubbed gently across her ass before completing my first punishment with three more lusty blows on each upturned cheek. Fay was breathing a little more heavily now, but had taken it very well and seemed to have understood that noise was to be kept to a minimum. I stood Fay up, but left her knickers at the top of her thighs. She made to move them, then caught my eye and just stood still, awaiting my instructions. I moved her back to her hard wooden seat, and made sure that as she sat down, the back of her skirt was lifted and the well-spanked flesh was nicely in contact with the unforgiving seat of her chair. Her business suit skirt was smoothed down a little and vaguely covered the red fabric around her thighs. The sight was arousing me, and I could feel my cock hardening again as I looked at her face and asked her to now answer my original question. This time she started without question, though as her story unfolded she became redder in the face with embarrassment, and her eyes were lowered to avoid looking directly at me. "Five weeks ago David came home from a night out having had a few drinks. Not drunk, but certainly influenced, and he was horny. He is never horny, and we rarely get together. I was in bed, and he pretty much foisted himself upon me. I had a nightie on which he just moved up and then played with my breasts for a little while. It wasn't long enough, I wasn't getting wet enough for him and he just decided to, well, to mount me anyway. He made love to me and we finished very quickly." Fay rushed to the end of her story, and was clearly slightly uncomfortable with the telling of such details. Good, I thought, pain of a different kind. I needed more detail. "A good start," I said, "but not enough information. So, how did he get you wet? Did he cum inside you? Did you have an orgasm? What did you do afterwards... you see you need to be more descriptive for me. I have already decided there will be some more strokes administered to that delightful, but so far barely touched, bottom of yours. If I don't get a full, arousing description now, it will be a lot worse. Go on." Fay breathed deeply, and started again. She was squirming as she spoke, the heat of her punished cheeks causing her discomfort, though I was sure she was also now getting the arousal she was wanting. "Well, he toyed with my nipples, which he knows are sensitive and arouse me quite quickly. He played with them until he thought I ought to be ready for him,.. for his.. erm, cock. When he touched me, my, erm.. pussy, and found it wasn't too wet and ready, he rubbed frantically up and down my lips thinking this would be enough. Very quickly he decided he couldn't wait, so he rolled on top and pushed his cock into me. It hurt a little but just having something inside me did help get me wetter. He did it, er, well, he made love to me for not very long before he tensed, grunted and I felt him cum into me. He is very quiet and he made hardly a sound. I had not had an orgasm, and was not even near one which was quite frustrating. He quickly went soft inside me, so he got off, kissed me briefly and was asleep soon after. I could feel his.. his... cum slowly leaking out of me so I cleaned myself up and went quietly back to sleep myself." "Mmm, better and I can see it was quite frustrating for you. Is this what always happens?" "Mostly, yes, though when we first got together it was different, or at least the memory of it is that it was different." "Have you ever had an orgasm at the same time as him? Has he ever come anywhere else other than in your.." And here I paused and deliberately selected my words, "other than in your cunt." Fay looked sharply at me as I spoke the words, but quickly answered, aware of the need to keep me from administering more punishments quite just yet. "Yes, but not very often. He has cum onto my breasts a couple of times, and I have let him cum onto my bottom too. Erm, and once he tried to cum in my mouth but it went onto my cheeks instead... is that what you mean?" I nodded, interested in that latter information as I could tell it wasn't something that Fay had done very often. I was thinking it might be something we could change shortly. But for now, I wanted more squirming, more sexy talk from this horny lady. Even more, I wanted to see a little more of what was on offer to me. "Good, but I want to know something you may have never spoken about with anyone, even close girl friends. I want you to describe your hottest, naughtiest, kinkiest fantasy, the one you almost dare not let yourself think about. You can think what you are going to tell me whilst you take off your blouse and skirt, we won't be needing them for a while. Do not move your knickers from where they are, I need them later." Fay stood up immediately, and reached to undo the zip on her skirt. Slowly she shimmied the skirt down and stepped out of it, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic triangle and a glimpse of already parting sex lips. She left her red knickers at the top of her thighs, and undid the blouse buttons, easing it off and dropping it alongside the skirt. Her firm breasts were lifted up by the matching silky red bra, nipples erect through the fabric and giving away how aroused she had become already. She sat back down, aware that she had been stood a while and had taken enough time to think what she was going to say. "I think the kinkiest thing I fantasise about is.. well, I would be dressed in really kinky clothes, I think rubber." She paused, blushing furiously as she spoke about this, possibly for the first time. "I think, a rubber dress, rubber underwear and very high heeled ankle boots. I think I would be wearing stockings," she went on, still red-faced, breathing a little harder and yet beginning to warm to her task. "I am tied up, I think my legs are spread... a bar between my ankles... and my arms are spread and tied in front of me. I am blindfolded without warning, and... well, and you now have me at your whim. Its you that is in this fantasy, and you have complete access to whatever you want, and I cannot stop you.." "So, what do I do, what do I touch, how does this play out in your mind when you are alone and thinking about it?" I asked, reaching forward to stroke a nipple through the silky fabric of her bra. "Well,... you, you... oh, you stroke me all over, rubbing my body through my clothing but I never know which bit you are going to play with next.. You run your hands up my legs, under the rubber skirt and on to the top of my thigh. Your hands feel silky and smooth as if there is some oil or lotion on them. You are teasing me, and your hands leave my legs and it goes quiet. Suddenly something is nudging gently at my lips and I open them instinctively. You push your.. the... your thing..." "My what, say it, use the language that suits the mood, the situation, what do you mean?" Fay met my eye, turning a little pink in the cheeks as she realised what was happening, she was being forced into more mental pain than physical. "Your cock. You push your hard cock between my lips and I have to lick it and suck it. You hold my head so I can't back off, and I start to enjoy the feeling of your .. your cock in my mouth. It seems to be getting bigger and you push it to the back of my throat, almost gagging me, before taking it out". Fay stops, seems to think a little more, then carries on, ".. and then my skirt is peeled back exposing my bottom. My legs can't be closed and I am aware that you will be looking right at my rubber covered bum cheeks. You take the rubber panties down a little and ... well, my bottom is visible to you". "Bottom, bum? Tell me what words you think I would be using now if I were talking about what I could see, and what I was going to do. Tell me what happens next, the state of your ass, tits and thighs depend on it.." Fay seemed to take a breath and sit up straighter, she was now realising she could not avoid using the sort of smutty, horny language normally reserved for consenting adults behind closed doors, or porn films and Literotica stories. "From behind you can see my ass, my anus, and when you pull and stretch the rubber knickers further there is your first sight of my pussy lips. I don't know what is happening, but I feel as something slips into my pussy... a finger, possibly two, as it feels full and I start to get wet. My pussy is juicy and I feel you fill it up even more, perhaps that is three fingers and I am writhing a little now. My nipple is pinched without warning, through the rubber of the tight dress, and I yell. The fingers are removed and there is nothing, then I feel a hard smack on my bare ass and you tell me there will be more if I make noise. You slide hands now all over my legs in their stockings, and pull at my nipples in my rubber dress. I can't see what you are doing until I feel something touch my pussy lips. It pushes in, and I know its your cock, its bigger and harder and it slowly invades my pussy and vagina. I can't help it, I moan with pleasure and am rewarded with a smack on the other cheek even as you slide your cock further in. You pound me, I cannot move, my legs are wide and spread and my hands are tied. You shove harder and harder into my..." and Fay pauses, looks directly at me before saying, "my cunt. I am wet, my cunt is dripping with my juices and the situation is so horny I cum hard, quickly and without you cumming. You smack my ass cheeks as you pound away and I feel you tense before you cock empties spurt after spurt into me.. your cum fills me up before you slip out and leave me. I feel it leak out and onto my thighs... and then something nudges at my lips. You push your softening cock to me and I am forced to take it and suck it clean". I watched Fay carefully as she related this. Sometimes she paused but only for a second or two to get the idea clear in her mind. I noticed she got more explicit as the story went on, and she settled into her fantasy, possibly even reliving it as she told it. I could see her squirming, though I doubt she realised it, but I knew she was getting excited as I could see the wetness of her cunt lips grinding onto the chair. I was hard inside my jeans, and I knew I would want to use this to keep Fay on her toes. First Pain Turns To First Pleasure "That was excellent, very horny and you painted a better picture as you story went on. You are learning and suffering... but are you excited? Is your pussy wet?" Fay nodded silently, then said, "Yes, it is wet. It was hard for me to do but also exciting". She was learning, but I didn't think that her story was the absolute horniest or kinkiest of her thoughts, so I opted to test a little further. If I was right I could punish her further... "I don't think its quite the kinkiest, or naughtiest thought you have ever had. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have your rear hole toyed with, teased and entered?" Fay stammered her negative reply too quickly, and her eyes and the heat in her face gave away the fact that she had, and she had not related this to me. After the flustered denials I asked the question again, a little more forcefully. "Fay, I don't think you are being quite truthful, and its all I ask. Punishment will follow in a moment, but I will try again - have your ever imagined your ass being taken, a finger probing into your rear and most private hole... what it would feel like to be teased there.. or even filled there by something larger than a finger??" Fay squirmed and tried to avoid eye contact but eventually started talking again, this time with a burning blush to her face. "Erm, well, I guess it has crossed my mind.. not often.. oh, god, this is difficult... Yes, I have thought about it but I also think its so taboo I couldn't talk about it. I am ashamed of admitting it, but I do wonder what it would be like to .. to have.. a... well something in there... in my anus. There, I have said it now, and I am so embarrassed, but..." and there she tailed off and looked expectantly at me, squirming on the seat and still red in the face. Mental pain indeed. "Thank you. You should have given me this at first, and now you will be punished for not being so forthright. Once our time has come to an end we can discuss whether or not you and I will engage in this pleasurable, for me at least, way of spending some time. If you choose to avail yourself of my services, I will be more prepared and I will consider fulfilling your darkest thought, and probably doing things you hadn't thought about. Now, stand up, turn around and bend over the back of that chair. reach down and grasp as far down as you can - I want to see you lovely red cheeks on display for me again before they get... redder." Fay stood up and did as she was told. Bending over she reached behind the chair and presented her bare ass to me. Her pussy lips were nicely visible from this angle, and I could see the drops of her juices forming on the spreading folds. She bent further and her breasts, still inside their silky confines, hung down perfectly. Her red knickers remained stretched between her thighs, just above the knee and effectively preventing her from speedy walking anywhere. I asked her to spread her legs wider, to have her heels at the side of the chair legs, the knickers stretching ever further as she did so. Her balance was now delicate, so I had her in prime position. I had had no time to select my toys from our selection kept for pleasure, so I was making do with what I could find downstairs. Her nipples would have to wait until next time, when I could clamp and tug them in exquisite torture. For now my hands and the occasional slap will have to do. I reached her fantastic globes, the straps of her suspender belt taught across them and the red marks from her earlier spanking still nicely visible. I stroked the firm flesh, roll the cheeks around under my hands and was rewarded with a groan from Fay, now my plaything. Without warning I brought my right hand smartly down on her right cheek, and Fay started and stifled a gasp. Moving to the side, I started to spank both cheeks alternately, but not too hard yet as I just wanted to warm Fay up for now. After about 20 blows, with Fay beginning to moan softly and her ass cheeks starting to glow, I stopped and collected a couple of items to use on her before I would let her go to contemplate her experience. My first change to her punishment is a lovely, flexible 18 inch long, wide ruler. Fay cannot see what is coming, and after a little stroking of her gorgeous flesh, I bring it down sharply, but not yet too hard, onto her left cheek. Her response is immediate and loud, a cry out as the pain is markedly different to what she has received before. I walk around to her head and raise my eyes, questioning without speaking. She bites her lips a little, but is nodding firmly and I return to my task. Starting again I alternately swipe her right and left cheeks, selecting different areas with each targeted blow. Now she is ready for it there is only the sound of a sharp intake of breath with each one and a settling of her thighs and buttocks after the blow has been taken. I move my target areas slowly down until the tops of her thighs are being spanked with the flexible, whippy plastic, broad new bands of red appearing on the skin so tantalisingly exposed at the top of her stockings. She is breathing heavier and grips the chair tight but otherwise says nothing. Her red, sex lips are parting more and more almost with each blow, the pain and position Fay finds herself in is clearly arousing to her. I can see the juices of her excited pussy wetting the puffy, spread lips of her sex. My cock is hard, watching Fay take such delicious punishment is an erotic and arousing sight. I take my jeans, socks and underwear off and move around to her head again. I press the tip of my cock gently against her lips and she opens her mouth and slides my cock inside. She is almost hungrily sucking it in, taking half its length in one go before stopping and looking up at me. I smile and say, "I am going to sink my cock as far as I can into your mouth. If you can take it all, your ass will receive no more punishment today. If you can't, I will be giving you a choice from three more objects with which I can spank your lovely flesh... you only have to choose one." Fay tried to ease off my cock a little as she took deep breaths. This was something she said she had never done, so I was expecting to be punishing her lovely ass and thighs once more before we finished this session. From the way she had responded I was in no doubt that were I to offer her a chance to suffer more pain for pleasure, she would be taking it. I leant forward, my cock sliding further into her gloriously wet and warm mouth. I let her take it at her own pace, this was her first time at trying deep throat after all, and I wanted to distract her a little too. As she was sucking back and forward on my hard cock, I reached under to free both her breasts from the confines of her red silk bra. Their fullness was revealed as they hung pendulous below her, a little larger than my idea of a perfect pair but still firm and ready to be played with. As Fay tried gallantly to get more and more of my stiff flesh into her mouth she started to gag slightly, the tip of my member reaching the back of her mouth. This I knew would be the tricky bit for her at first, and I leaned in slightly even as I tugged hard on her left nipple. I was rewarded with a growl around my flesh, the vibrations sending shivers through me and making me realise it wouldn't be long before I would need to cum. The effect was good though, for a while I had been accepted further into her mouth but now she gagged again and I had to ease back. I tugged harder, then held the full breast in my hand and rolled it around. Fay moaned around my cock again, as I eased it further in again and again she took a little more. This was almost too much - six of my 7 inches was now firmly inside this hot lady's mouth, she was bent over a chair with her knickers around her knees and her breasts on display and she had taken many strokes and slaps to the tortured, fleshy globes of her ass. I was not going to hold on much longer, she had one more chance to take the whole length, and I eased back a little and said as much. Fay just nodded, and went back to her task. Her eyes were glazed, fixed on the flesh in front of her and which was slowly but surely filling her mouth again. As she did so I tugged and played with both her fantastic breasts, moving the heavy, firm flesh around in both hands which had the added benefit of making me lean forward into Fay's waiting mouth. Finally Fay stopped, gagged a little and eased back. Whilst a seriously sexy and erotic sight, she hadn't quite got the deep throat technique just yet and as she let the hole of my length slip out from between wet lips, she looked up and silently apologised. I smiled, and congratulated her on a very arousing performance, but which had just not quite got there. I suggested that if we were to continue this another time, we would return to practice this again. In the meantime, I asked her to make the choice of how she would receive her final punishment for the day, and to bear in mind it might include those delightfully aroused and arousing breasts so perfectly displayed. I showed her the three implements I had selected - the back of a wide, stiff hairbrush; a short length of garden cane and the belt around my discarded jeans. Fay looked apprehensive as she surveyed these items, still bent low and with her legs widespread. She looked up and asked if she could ask a question of me. I nodded. "How many strokes do you think you will be giving me this time? I am nervous about the marks a cane may leave, but if the number were small enough I feel I could take this best. If I am deserving of more strokes, then I would select the ... belt..", the last bit said in a whisper. "You did very well in trying to take my cock all the way into your hungry mouth... did you enjoy it?" Fay smiled ruefully and nodded. "But ultimately you did not achieve your task, for which your punishment is 20 strokes - I think this will be the belt." At which Fay gasped, bit her lip a little but just looked back at me in readiness. I was amazed just how far we had come today, her ass had already taken many blows but she was about to receive a further twenty. First though I took off her knickers, and spread her legs even wider. Her gaping pussy lips were now displayed, red and aroused. The soft inner flesh was clearly visible, glistening with pearly drops of her juices, which had also started to run onto the tops of her wide spread thighs. Her round cheeks and silky thigh tops were looking a little less red than before, her naked flesh highlighted by the contrast with the silky dark nylon of her stockings. My already hard cock twitched at the sight, and I warned Fay she was about to receive her final blows. I stood to her left, and gripped my wide, brown leather belt about halfway along its length. Swinging it lazily through the air, it made contact with a sharp thwack on Fay's left cheek. This brought a very sharp intake of breath from Fay before she settled down quietly, the belt clearly being a different sort of pain on the already sensitive flesh of her virgin ass. I was not using the full length of the belt, nor my full strength, but the blows were steadily applied equally to each cheek, bringing stifled moans from Fay as she tried to take each one silently. I could hear her breathing hard between blows, and watched her try to settle and ease the heat on her tortured flesh, but with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but to receive, she became still quickly. With two to go she was panting, the cheeks of her rounded ass glowing with wide red marks as the blood rushed to the surface of her fantastic cheeks. The last two I placed a little lower, just above the stocking line on each leg, on flesh that had mostly escaped the torment. Fay was panting and quietly moaning under her breath, not realising this was over for today. Her sex lips had got more and more aroused as the blows had landed, and her juices running down he thighs gave away that the pain had indeed caused pleasure. Without warning I moved up against those perfect cheeks and rammed my solid cock home into her sopping pussy. She yelled aloud for the first time that afternoon as I thrust in, sinking almost all the way in in one go. A second thrust and I was buried to the hilt, my cock filling her hot, wet cunt completely. Fay shouted in surprise, and I reached around to take a gorgeous, full breast in each hand. Lifting her head up by pulling hard on her glorious globes, I felt Fay's hands cover mine as I started to thrust hard into her willing body. Almost without warning she cried out and started to shudder, clamping her pussy walls around my cock. "Oooohh, god, yes, harder, ggrnnmmm AAARGH, fuck.... ooohh mmyyy god...", she screamed as she came loudly and quite unexpectedly around my sill thrusting member. Her orgasm seemed to go on for ages, her body convulsing, her breasts held tight by our hands and her thighs spread wide. Try as I might I could hardly move my cock in and out far until Fay began to relax. I thrust harder and hard, rocking my body forward and backwards as she took my hot flesh. Each thrust in meant I came up hard against the red, tortured flesh of her perfect ass cheeks and thigh tops. As I reached my orgasm, I gripped harder on the round, firm flesh that is Fay's breasts and began to cum. I spasmed hard, shooting three or four pulses of cum into her tight cunt, with the last few thrusts getting the remaining juices out of my now spent cock. It was then noticed Fay crying, though whether or not it was joy or pain I did not know. I massaged her wonderfully pliant nipples tenderly, leaned forward and noticed the tears, but a smile on her face as she looked back at me. "No more pain for today, I think you have taken more than enough and done it so well - are you OK?" Fay smiled her reply, "Fine, absolutely, one hundred percent fine. Oh god, I don't know where that came from. I am sorry I started to cry, it was the relief, it was in happiness at the fantastic feeling rather than from the pain." "Fay, that was just amazing. You played your part to perfection and took more than I thought you would on a first, and completely unplanned, foray into a different game. Whilst we are now back to our normal selves, I would like to ask one thing of you, not painful but potentially naughty and ultimately rewarding." All the while I could feel my cock softening, though I continued with gentle thrusting into the bent over form of this sexy lady. She had let go of my hands and was now propping herself up again as I rolled her tender, erect nipples around between my fingers. "Although the pain and the pleasure has finished, I wonder if I can suggest something, something which allows you to ponder what has happened and let me know in an appropriate way whether its is something you want to do again." Fay moaned her agreement, my semi-hard cock and the toying of her now erect nipples still arousing some pleasurable feeling in us both. As I continued to tease those hard nubbins of puckered flesh I carried on with my suggestion. Fay started to smile as I explained what she should do, and she nodded her agreement. I reached for her silky red knickers before pulling my cock out of her well-filled pussy. Before our combined juices could come out I started to fill her love-hole with the knickers, feeding the silky material in piece by piece, soaking up the glorious liquids and keeping her full. Fay stood up and started to make herself decent again, easing her pained nipples into the cups of her bra before adding the sensuous blouse. She turned her back to me again, and I coated her tortured cheeks and thighs in cooling lotion, gently rubbing it in to soothe the heat and take some of the pain away until there was just a warm glow. The feelings of slowly rubbing my hands around her full, firm ass cheeks, down the tops of her thighs to the stockings and back again was erotic, my fingers lightly sliding across the flesh with a silky feeling of the lotion. Finally she was able to put the skirt back on, leaving her pussy stuffed full of her knickers as we agreed. As we embraced before she left, Fay thanked me again and went over the request I made. She was to leave the knickers in place until she got home, then take them out and leave them to dry out. Overnight she was to think about the day, and whether or not she wanted another afternoon of pain and pleasure. If she did, she was to wear the same silky red knickers to work in the state they were in from today. Once at work, and in private, she was to photograph the knickers in place, covering her lovely, sexy mound, and send it to me. If she was wearing black stockings, our next meeting would be at my place, if they were any other colour, the meeting would be at hers. If I had no photograph by the end of the day, then we would speak no more of what had happened. Fay smiled as she finished, kissed me lightly on my cheeks and left the house, leaving me with an increasing erection yet again, knowing she was now driving home with her pussy full of my cum and her knickers. I wondered what the following day would bring. I checked my home e-mail at work at regular times, but I didn't have to wait long. Attached to an e-mail from Fay was a picture, taken up her flowing navy blue silk skirt and showing the cum-stained silky red knickers from the previous day barely covering her mound. They were framed by the same suspender belt attached to barely there, nude stockings, shiny in their appearance and giving me my answer - more, and at her place. The text of the mail simply said, "Further, harder, longer, fuller... please. Fay. XX"