A taste of something new… #WIPItUp #spanking #BDSM

Happy hump day! It’s my last post for a week or so. The Brandon’s are off on holidays over the Easter period, and won’t be back until the second week of April. I want to leave you with a hot little teaser from one of my current WIP’s, and be warned – this one is NSFW!

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“There’s my good girl,” he responds, eyeing me proudly. “And as a reward for how well you’ve done, I am going to make you come again. Right here, and right now.”
The decision surprises me, having been pleasured just before we left his living quarters. “Sir?” I say, my neck straining as I lift my head from the leather.
Jack offers me a fiendish smile, stroking back the hair from my face. “Relax now,” he tells me, his eyes full of promise for whatever pleasure he now has planned. “You need to rest, so I’ll make this fast.”
His fingers disappear from me, leaving my bottom strangely alone and bereft as he rises from his position at my head and stalks across the room. I follow him with my eyes, watching him weakly as he opens a cabinet, and pulls out what looks like a long, ribbed dildo.
He turns, holding it out to me with a wry smile, and I know my gaze widens. The toy is huge, easily ten inches long, and I baulk at the idea of what he may want to do with the thing.
“Don’t worry, Madelaine,” he laughs, apparently reading my expression with ease. “This won’t all go inside you. It’s only to help you achieve a good, satisfying orgasm whilst I attend to your other needs.”
“Other needs?” I whimper, but Jack is already gone, striding back to my exposed bottom, the dildo still in his hands.
“I do love these spanking benches,” he muses out loud. I can hear him fiddling with something on the bench behind me, but from this position there is no chance I can see what he is doing. “There’s a mechanism right here which I can use to secure this vibrator to,” he continues, his arm brushing up against my right thigh as he works.
All of a sudden, the edge of the thick plastic device is shifted, and I can feel it pressing along the line of my wet seam. I groan unconsciously at the contact. I’m so horny and wet that even the sensation of this foreign object against me is tantalising.
There’s the sound of some sort of switch flicking behind me, and from out of nowhere the thing comes to life between my legs. I gasp, the intensity of its speed shocking, yet shamefully, within a few moments my hips are already rising to greet the thing, my clit satiated by the padded leather beneath me.
“That’s right,” Jack says, his voice full of unrestrained glee as he crosses the floor back to the open cabinet. “Use it to get you there, my love, and whilst you do, I’m going to reacquaint you with one of my personal friends, the lash.”

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