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Between Pain & Satisfaction by Lizbeth Dusseau From the novel In Chains (c) 1998 all rights reserved Billy delights in showing me off to whoever he can engage in sexually charged conversations.  I’m learning to become more compliant, and most of all to give up my anger in favor of experiencing the thrill of being his sex toy.  It’s best if I submerge myself in him, focus solely on my fiancé.  My paradox.  I give up my rights to feel anything of my own, and my body responds with joy raining like a torrential summer downpour.  I learn this discipline a step at a time.  It’s not easy and I stumble more than I’d like.  My anger soars, but once I’m corrected for my failure, my submissive feelings return more abundant than ever.  There, I have my greatest satisfaction.        The second evening of our journey through Europe, I assume there will be no sexual scene at all. We are in a compartment with an older, though certainly quite virile gentleman, and his brooding wife who looks as though she’s in her forties. Billy has introduced Gregor as a business associate, Laura, like me, is along for the ride.  It’s hard for me to tell if these two have a relationship like mine and Billy’s. First impressions make me think there’s nothing sexually odd about them.         There’s easy conversation between us—mostly Billy and Gregor talking about the places they’ve been through Europe.  Laura, like myself, says little. I’m lulled by the wine that Billy pours me and the gently rocking movement of the train, and the chugging sound of the wheels on the rail, all making me think I’m safe for the night.         “Laura,” Gregor suddenly speaks sharply to his wife.  “Show Billy where I left my marks yesterday.”        I see her flinch, just as I’m flinching now, seeing how this genteel woman in black is suddenly transformed into another kind of creature altogether—a decidedly submissive one like myself.  Though she initially hesitates, as surprised as I am by the unexpected command, her delay is only momentary.  Sitting forward in her seat, she draws away her black knit shawl, then unravels the bodice of her uniquely tied silk dress.  She’s a handsome and salacious example of female sensuality. Her black tresses of hair are piled atop her head, while large olive-shaped eyes grace an elegant, though somewhat haughty face.  And yet, when her small lips part invitingly she looks oddly demure and resigned.  She too must be a humble women.        Opening her dress, Laura’s essence burgeons from voluminous breasts, the abundance of flesh wobbling precariously at the crown of an exquisite waist cinching corset.  Two fine, pink areolas almost burst from the confinement, but remain just slightly tucked inside the confining fabric so the center of her nipples remain hidden.  What’s most astounding about this unveiling, however, are the severe looking welts that mark that jiggling breast flesh.  There must be nearly a dozen between the two orbs, crisscrossing the skin.  It’s been several days since she was marked, for the weals have healed over—but I’d be surprised to learn that her flesh was not broken by the cane that caused them.  Several of the lines have scabbed over where the skin was rent.        I shudder realizing that I too could be marked this way.        “Beautiful,” Billy remarks, genuinely admiring the delectable looking woman.        “Let my friends see your ass, Kirsten,” Billy turns to me.  Just so I won’t hesitate, he takes my hand and helps me to my feet.  My heart pounds more ardently, my legs tremble and my hands begin to sweat.  I’m hardly as scared as I was when there was an audience of twenty—this seems much easier with just these two in this cozy train compartment.  But I’m disturbed by the order.         Billy cut me hard the night before while we were making love.  During sex, he lay his cane on my buttocks with so much force I’m sure people outside our compartment could hear my screams.  What remains of those few strikes delights me.  When I sit, I can almost feel that comforting ache.  But, I consider this a private thing.  After the way I was humbled by Billy and Derek before that audience, I want to relish this feeling in secret.         Knowing I have no choice, I lean into the window corner of our seat, and bend over, lifting my skirt. Billy ordered me to go without panties tonight—now I see why. Exposing my ass for this couple becomes all the more convenient. Once displayed, I hear a slight sigh from Laura, and with each second that ticks by, I’m more nervous. Finally, Billy tugs at my arm. “Laura would like you over her lap,” he tells me.         Oh, good lord! This was not what I expected. I’m sure all the color drains from my face. I feel weak. I’m not sure whether to be aroused or frightened by these plans. But with so little maneuvering room, I don’t have the luxury of protesting. I’m over the woman’s generous lap feeling the great warmth of her body totally envelope me in her luxurious contours.        She has some infatuation for my caned behind, and runs her fingers along the skin. The same lovely tingles of desire that I felt with Hope rises up in me, and I find myself undulating peacefully against her broad thighs. That bountiful passion I experienced relishing her breasts wells in me again         Laura’s hand moves gracefully along the up-turned curve of my behind, and delicately along the crack. For a moment, one finger pushes carefully between the mounds and I clench up, spasming as my belly tightens with a new erotic surge. I clench more as she traces a line along the healing welts. There seems to be an energy still contained in them—a submissive energy that appears with any touch to that marred skin. Moving downward, she cups the tender place at the bottom of my ass in her hand, and then journeys further stroking the back of my thighs. Each movement enlivens me, makes my skin crawl prickly as I dream of her turning these mild caresses into something more passionate.         Returning to my cheeks, Laura gently squeezes them both, and then, after abruptly drawing her hand away, I feel a smack on my warmed flesh a second later.  The warmth of that first sting vibrates through my entire body, spreading its sensuous heat outward.  She repeats the smack, landing another on my other cheek, and then, picking up speed, I realize that I’m being avidly spanked.  Her body, emboldened by the act, moves with mine in a vigorous rhythm that has us both groaning delightedly—though certainly, as she continues, my groans become more excitable.  She leaves me at the edge between pain and satisfaction—each new strike stinging more hotly that the one before.         I wish she’d slow.  Even if it was for just a few seconds, I imagine myself cumming from this crazy heat.  But Laura continues on, raising the burn a degree at a time, until I’m beginning to feel real pain.  I squirm uneasily, and even more, when I realize she’s changed from her hand to a wooden spanking paddle.  Now the smacks grow hot fast.  At one point I’m almost shrieking, any second expecting Billy to bark a command to hold my tongue.  But then, when I think I can’t stand another swat, she begins to slow to a rhythm I can tolerate, and then eases off altogether.         Once the paddle disappears, her hands move on my ass again.  As though she’s asking for forgiveness for the pain she caused, she caresses the skin until I begin to feel the hurt diminish.         I’m certain I’ll cum.  The burn between my thighs multiplies.  I’m wiggling without shame, groaning and cooing as I work to the end I desire.  When a hand moves deeply between my legs, she presses two fingers inside my cunt and manipulates my clitoris as though she’s done this a hundred times before to other women. Expertly guiding my sex to a climax, she stays with my orgasming mound as I buck and tense with grinding spasms and then finally settle into a satisfied peace.        As Billy lifts me off of her, I see the lust in Gregor’s eyes.  His hand has been at his crotch, and I imagine his dick is stiff.  I expect to be used more by these three, and feel myself shrink at the thought of being taken for a first time by another man.  Though this has me wary, I’m so mellow I know I’ll gladly do anything I’m told. The sensuous mood that encircles us all makes my languid body open, my limbs and mouth and crotch willing to please.             The result of all this arousal is nothing like I expect.  Return to Spanking Stories Main Page