He made her walk to the wooden pole at one corner, the whipping post outfitted with chains. He knew from experience that they clanked very satisfyingly when she thrashed about in pain. He had a fresh plug of ginger at the ready, as well as an evil, thin whip that was just long enough to wrap about her curvaceous arse. As he fastened her wrists into the leather manacles at the ends of the chains, he took the opportunity to lecture her, setting the tone.
“Why are you being punished?” he asked.
“For…for being wantonly?”
He gave her a quick swat. “It’s not a question, is it? You were wanton this afternoon.”
As were you, he chided himself inwardly. But his culpability did not play into their games by mutual agreement.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said, tugging at the chains. She was bound with her arms above her head, drawing her body tall and taut for him to punish.
“What do I do to you when you are wantonly?” he prompted, going to his chest of terrors for some silver clips.
“You—you punish all the wanton parts of me, sir.”
Her eyes went wide as he approached with the clips to apply to her nipples. He knew she did not like this part. The anticipation was nearly as painful for her as the punishment, so he made sure to take his time as he applied each one to bite her sensitive peaks. Their eyes met, erotic power flowing between them.
This was the type of thing he’d dreamed of when he could not have her. Binding her, tormenting her, whipping her to tears. His fantasies had never touched the reality of these experiences, with her wet eyes and halting breaths. He reached between her legs, holding her gaze as he parted her wet, hot pussy lips and attached a third clip to her swollen, secret pearl.
“Oh. It hurts,” she whined, squirming.
“It’s going to hurt more.”
He layered pain upon pain, parting her arse cheeks next to insert the feathered plug of ginger. She was already beside herself with sensation, and her whipping hadn’t even begun. But it must, soon. The clips could not stay on forever, nor could he last.
He picked up the leather whip, testing the short strappy end upon his palm with great drama. She eyed it, remembering past sessions.
“I don’t like that,” she said, pleading with her gaze. “It stings so, like being hit with fire.”
“How else are you to learn to govern your lascivious impulses?”
He began to whip her smartly, layering strokes as he’d layered torments. She hopped on her toes, attempting to turn from the impact though the chain did not allow escape. He marked each buttock in turn, his aim true despite her dancing about.
“Ow. Ohhh.” Her cries echoed in the room, driving his arousal to a fever pitch. “It hurts, and the ginger burns.”
He put down the whip and took up a jar of lubricating oil, applying it to his cock as he studied the symmetrical marks on her bottom cheeks.
“I’ll take the ginger out then,” he said.
“Goodness, thank you.”
“So I can put my cock in instead.”
She looked over her shoulder, pretending dread, though he knew his little sex fiend enjoyed the naughtiness of having her arsehole plumbed. “Oh, no, please, sir. No, not that.”
“If we are to punish all your wanton parts, we cannot leave this out.”
He took up a position behind her, parting her cheeks to remove the ginger. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he slowly pressed into her tight hole. She squirmed again, ah, she murdered him, driving him to new heights of need. He growled for her to be still as he drove himself deeper. She answered with a moan, trying to accommodate his prodigious intrusion. He went slowly, letting the lubricant work to fit him inside. At last, he felt her adjust and submit. He added a bit more oil about her tight ring and started to bugger her firmly.
“Ohhh. Ouch. Oh, sir!”
Her pitiful cries drove him on, as she well knew. He opened the clips upon her nipples as he fucked her arse, then closed them again only to make her cry out and tense around him. He did the same to the clip upon her sex, fucking her all the while. Before he finished, and more importantly, before she finished, he pulled away and reinserted the ginger. Ginger gave a nice tingle to his cock when he fucked her, much less of a torment than she endured, having it shoved inside.
He resumed the whipping, giving her several hard strokes as she turned and twisted in her bonds. The ginger peeked obscenely from the hole he’d just fucked. He put her through this torturous process two more times: whipping her until she begged for a reprieve, then buggering her through said reprieve. As her bottom grew progressively scarlet, her sensitive hole became more thoroughly fucked until she was beside herself, crying out to be left alone, or satisfied, or whatever might make it stop.
As for him, he was nearing the limits of his self-control. He wished punishments like this could go on forever, but at some point, he had to let go. He put the whip down one last time and buried himself deep inside her. While he fucked his wife with carnal disregard for her sensibilities, he tugged at the clips on her nipples, making her writhe back against him.
“Please, sir. Please,” she begged, and he knew what she was asking. He took the clip from her hidden button and manipulated the sensitive flesh with his fingers instead. She rubbed her striped bottom against him, pressing backward so he could fuck her arse at the same time he stroked her slick pearl. He could tell from the tenor of her cries when she was going to reach her apex. He came with her, gripping her pussy with his palm. He thrust fingers up inside her as he fucked her, feeling her squeezing and spasming. His own pleasure was so devastating he could hardly breathe.