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straddling Vanessa, rubbing her back, her legs pressed in
tight on either side of Vanessa's waist. "So lovely," Suede said.
"Smooth and perfect and white." She gave a soft, controlled laugh.
"We'll fix that, won't we, darling?"
Then she stepped away, and Vanessa waited,
barely able to breathe, for what might come next.
It was a slap from the paddle, playful, on
Vanessa's exposed buttocks, and another slap. And then playful
stopped, and the next few hits were hard, making Vanessa yelp,
despite herself. Four more. Another. And Vanessa was squirming
under the blows.
Suede's hand slid between Vanessa's legs and
Vanessa knew that she was slick, almost dripping.
"Nice," Suede said. "Ah, wet girl, don't ever
try to tell me you hate this," and her chuckle rolled through the
club.
And then Vanessa heard Suede walk away, and
she shuddered, alone in the center of the stage, ass up, sweat
running down her back. Just when she thought she might panic, Suede
was back, squatting near Van's head, and setting something down on
the stage. Suede held up a length of cloth, let Vanessa see it, and
then tied it around Vanessa's head, covering her eyes. And then she
placed what felt like a headband on Vanessa's head. It was the
oddest feeling, and Vanessa couldn't figure out what it was
supposed to be. Until Suede nailed her ass with the paddle
again.
Vanessa squeaked and moaned, and she could
hear an amplification of her squeak and moan. It wasn't a headband.
It was a microphone.
She thought her mortification might be
complete, and told herself not to make any noise.
But she couldn't help herself. Her ass was so
tender all of a sudden that every blow with the paddle seemed like
it just had to be the last. Vanessa could hear herself begging,
"Please, oh, please…"
Suede touched Vanessa between the legs again,
slipped her fingers beneath the edge of the thong, found her clit,
and rolled it between her fingers. Vanessa forgot the pain of being
paddled, forgot the audience, and just let the wave of sensation
flow over her, panting and moaning.
"Do you like this?" Suede asked, and Vanessa
found herself answering, "Yes, oh God, yes."
Just when it felt like total overload, Suede
stopped. "I'm going to switch to the flogger now," she said, but
Vanessa could barely follow the words.
The tails flicked across her back, startled
her, and brought her out of her nearly orgasmic state. She was
almost angry about the change, but the flogger tails struck again,
then settled into the rhythm of the music, and Vanessa started
adjusting. She realized with horror that she was undulating her
hips, trying to find something to rub her clit against, but there
was only air, and she felt frustrated.
"Keep moving your hips. I like it. It's hot,"
Suede encouraged, and then encouraged Vanessa more by landing the
flogger there, right at the juncture of Vanessa's thighs, and it
was shocking, but it was good, and Vanessa's yell was uncontrolled
and spontaneous. "God!"
"Yes, my love?" Suede answered, and Vanessa
imagined a twitter from the audience, but she was too far removed
from them to care.
Vanessa didn't know how long Suede flogged
her, only that it seemed to go on for a long time before it
stopped. And then Suede was lifting her upper body from the bench,
and Vanessa came back to herself enough to realize she was very
tired.
Suede said, "Kneel up," and it took every
ounce of energy Vanessa had to obey.
"Kick off your jeans and shoes and come here,
darling," Suede said, her hands pulling and guiding, until Vanessa
was on the bench, laid out on her back, and it felt sublime to
relax.
Suede ran her hands along Vanessa's skin, and
Vanessa shuddered at the touch, and let out a loud moan when Suede
pinched her nipples.
Her sex felt wetter than ever, dripping, and
so hungry for sensation that when Suede's hands encouraged Vanessa
to spread her thighs open, Vanessa let her feet drop on either side
of the bench without protest.
Suede's fingers plunged into her, and
tight on either side of Vanessa's waist. "So lovely," Suede said.
"Smooth and perfect and white." She gave a soft, controlled laugh.
"We'll fix that, won't we, darling?"
Then she stepped away, and Vanessa waited,
barely able to breathe, for what might come next.
It was a slap from the paddle, playful, on
Vanessa's exposed buttocks, and another slap. And then playful
stopped, and the next few hits were hard, making Vanessa yelp,
despite herself. Four more. Another. And Vanessa was squirming
under the blows.
Suede's hand slid between Vanessa's legs and
Vanessa knew that she was slick, almost dripping.
"Nice," Suede said. "Ah, wet girl, don't ever
try to tell me you hate this," and her chuckle rolled through the
club.
And then Vanessa heard Suede walk away, and
she shuddered, alone in the center of the stage, ass up, sweat
running down her back. Just when she thought she might panic, Suede
was back, squatting near Van's head, and setting something down on
the stage. Suede held up a length of cloth, let Vanessa see it, and
then tied it around Vanessa's head, covering her eyes. And then she
placed what felt like a headband on Vanessa's head. It was the
oddest feeling, and Vanessa couldn't figure out what it was
supposed to be. Until Suede nailed her ass with the paddle
again.
Vanessa squeaked and moaned, and she could
hear an amplification of her squeak and moan. It wasn't a headband.
It was a microphone.
She thought her mortification might be
complete, and told herself not to make any noise.
But she couldn't help herself. Her ass was so
tender all of a sudden that every blow with the paddle seemed like
it just had to be the last. Vanessa could hear herself begging,
"Please, oh, please…"
Suede touched Vanessa between the legs again,
slipped her fingers beneath the edge of the thong, found her clit,
and rolled it between her fingers. Vanessa forgot the pain of being
paddled, forgot the audience, and just let the wave of sensation
flow over her, panting and moaning.
"Do you like this?" Suede asked, and Vanessa
found herself answering, "Yes, oh God, yes."
Just when it felt like total overload, Suede
stopped. "I'm going to switch to the flogger now," she said, but
Vanessa could barely follow the words.
The tails flicked across her back, startled
her, and brought her out of her nearly orgasmic state. She was
almost angry about the change, but the flogger tails struck again,
then settled into the rhythm of the music, and Vanessa started
adjusting. She realized with horror that she was undulating her
hips, trying to find something to rub her clit against, but there
was only air, and she felt frustrated.
"Keep moving your hips. I like it. It's hot,"
Suede encouraged, and then encouraged Vanessa more by landing the
flogger there, right at the juncture of Vanessa's thighs, and it
was shocking, but it was good, and Vanessa's yell was uncontrolled
and spontaneous. "God!"
"Yes, my love?" Suede answered, and Vanessa
imagined a twitter from the audience, but she was too far removed
from them to care.
Vanessa didn't know how long Suede flogged
her, only that it seemed to go on for a long time before it
stopped. And then Suede was lifting her upper body from the bench,
and Vanessa came back to herself enough to realize she was very
tired.
Suede said, "Kneel up," and it took every
ounce of energy Vanessa had to obey.
"Kick off your jeans and shoes and come here,
darling," Suede said, her hands pulling and guiding, until Vanessa
was on the bench, laid out on her back, and it felt sublime to
relax.
Suede ran her hands along Vanessa's skin, and
Vanessa shuddered at the touch, and let out a loud moan when Suede
pinched her nipples.
Her sex felt wetter than ever, dripping, and
so hungry for sensation that when Suede's hands encouraged Vanessa
to spread her thighs open, Vanessa let her feet drop on either side
of the bench without protest.
Suede's fingers plunged into her, and
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