Chapter IV - More Preparations
With the plug securely embedded, Susan felt full and stretched wide.
Unfortunately, she had things to do, and could not just sit or lie, but had to
move about, and that made the plug move and gyrate within her, causing all kinds
of sensations. As she went about her duties, she reflected on her situation.
Discipline had always been a very dominant part of their relationship. Susan
knew that discipline took two forms; one was punishment and the other erotic.
Punishment was delivered rapidly and forcefully, with no attention to the sexy
or the sensual. It was of a much shorter duration and the focus was on pain and
correction. Contrasting punishment discipline was erotic discipline. It was
administered slowly with and emphasis on excitement and arousal. It might hurt
or sting briefly, and sometimes even longer, but it was accompanied with intense
feelings and sensations of pleasure, and almost always ended in orgasm.
Susan knew that when Chris arrived home, she was due for some intense
punishment. Her stomach turned at the thought, but she also felt guilty about
forgetting the payment and what that lapse of attention had cost, and she wanted
the punishment as a kind of deliverance and redemption. Never the less, she
dreaded what was to come. She felt fairly certain that she would be dealt a
stern lecture and then an old fashioned spanking. She had lived with Chris long
enough to know that he considered the blistering of a woman's bottom to be the
most appropriate "punishment." It also affected Susan psyche, as it caused a
mature woman to break down and revert to the feelings of being just a naughty
child who needed to be taught a lesson. As she went about her chores, Susan knew
that her bottom cheeks were going to need some tending to for the next few days,
but she was also aware of how her cheeks were widely separated at the moment,
and she was somewhat perplexed by Chris's orders. The butt plug, while it chafed
and made her bottom sore, was not punishment; it was erotic discipline, and one
that pushed Susan's buttons big time. She knew that, and so did Chris, so why
had he ordered her to do something that would bring her pleasure? And, she
certainly was receiving pleasure from the plug up her ass. The small crotch of
Susan thong was soaking wet with her juices. Reaching down, she immodestly
pushed her labia apart so that the tight strip slid into her gap and pressed
against her engorged clitoris, which found great pleasure at the friction
against the wet material. At the same time, Susan felt guilty at enjoying
herself when she should be feeling bad for all that had happened. It was indeed
mixed feeling that assailed her at the moment.
After about an hour and half of the butt plug riding within her like a spiked
dildo, the phone rang and it was Chris again. "How is your ass feeling Susan?"
Chris inquired. "It's sore and raw," she replied. "I hope you're not enjoying
this," he said sarcastically. Susan blushed and kept quiet. "Ok, back into the
bedroom Susan," he ordered and when she was there he instructed her to remove
her thong and the plug, which left her feeling empty. A gust of air seemed to
enter her and cool the raw inner lining of her bottom tunnel. "Now get the
medium size plug Susan, and coat it with KY," he instructed. Susan followed his
orders, taking the large plug that was smooth and pointed and smearing the jelly
on it, know that it would take the place of the larger plug. "In the drawer you
will find a can of cayenne pepper Susan. Now liberally sprinkle the pepper over
the entire head of the plug. "Oh please Chris, it's going to burn, my ass is all
chafed from the other," Susan wailed. "Do as you are told young lady and spread
your cheeks and get it up there. Susan put down the phone and proceeded to
comply with Chris's orders. Over the phone Chris could hear Susan grunting and
then squealing as the plug contacted the bruised walls of her rectum. With her
right hand she held the plug in place, and with the other picked up the phone
and said, "Ok Chris, it's in, and it hurts." The burn was just starting as the
cayenne pepper began to work. "Run in place," Chris demanded, and Susan pressing
the plug with her hand lifted her legs and began to run. The result was
dramatic, the plug like a piston in her ass, massaging the pepper deep into the
chafed lining. After a few seconds, Susan began to perspire and Chris heard her
hollering over the phone, "AAAAIIEEEEE, IT BURNSS, MY ASSS IS ON FIRREEEE!!" she
wailed. "One half hour Susan, and then I'll call back, and," he said with
emphasis, "KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM YOUR TWAT." Susan stopped running and began
to squirm as she held the plug in place. Her bottom truly was on fire as the
pepper lit a bonfire deep inside her. But at the same time, and she knew not how
or why it happened, she was so enormously aroused, and her pussy dripped like a
faucet. Sexual arousal attacked her body and her nipples became rigid. She
longed to furiously frig her erect clit, but she was under orders not to touch
her pussy, and she was trying her best to comply. Finally, she could no longer
control her desire, and she moved to the bedpost. Chris had ordered her not to
touch her twat, but that didn't necessarily mean it couldn't be touched by
something else. Her clit wouldn't be appeased. Her right hand still pressing the
plug, she bent her legs and pushed her sopping snatch hard against the post. Her
labia, swollen with desire, split and Susan jammed the wood hard against her
little man, screaming at the pleasure that gripped her. Then she lost all
composure and bending, then pushing up, she rubbed her gash up and down on the
wood until orgasm flooded through her.
Did she collapse did she lose consciousness? She wasn't sure, but the plug was
still in her ass, and it was still hot from the pepper when the phone rang a
half hour later.
Susan tried to focus on Chris's call, but she was in a daze from the intensity
of her orgasm. The bedpost was covered with her cum. "Susan, pay attention,"
Chris admonished her," and she did her best, "yes Chris." "Alright here are your
instructions: removed the plug from your ass (it slid from her leaving her
little hole still open and slowly closing back) now I want you to administer a
salt water enema. You are to hold the water for 20 minutes before expelling.
When that is done you will give yourself a warm milk and molasses enema, again
holding it in for 20 minutes. I want the straps laid out on the dinning room
table, and you standing in the corner of our bedroom naked when I come home. Is
that understood?" he asked. "Yes Chris," Susan replied, "but which strap did you
want?" "ALL THREE!" he almost shouted into the phone. Susan's stomach turned and
she grimaced and bit her lower lip. 'All three of the straps' suddenly had her
wide-awake. That meant the razor strap, which burned like a hot frying pan. And
then the leather three-inch wide strap, which was meant for only two parts of
her body, her tender boobs and the plump fat of her pussy mound. And finally,
the groove strap, a wicked leather strap that resembled a radiator belt on a
car. Susan's lip quivered in anticipation of a strap that could cut like a knife
into both the groove of her ass and the groove of her precious cunt. Trying to
force the horrible images out of her mind, Susan set about her enema cleansing.
She knew that Chris was aware of her deep excitement from things "anal" and
especially enema's, and so he couldn't not know that the two enemas would also
come with two orgasms. "Oh my god, what is he doing," Susan thought.
