A challenging night

Amy sits on the couch. Her girlfriend sits on the floor, head resting between her legs. She is playing with her hair, brushing it with her hands and making braids. They are watching a show together.

Ella is wearing a pair of metal handcuffs, her arms brought together in front. Her feet are propped up on a coffee table— drying her freshly painted nails. Both women are wearing underwear and pajama shirts.

"Let's play a game." Amy says.

"What? Like monopoly?" Ella replies.

"Maybe. That cabinet over there is full of old games."

Ella looks towards where Amy is pointing. She looks back at Amy, bending her head backwards to eye her girlfriend. "Your not going to make it kinky, are you?"

Amy caresses her forehead. "Do you really have to ask that? Don't worry, I'll make it fun!"

"You can't make me..." Ella says defiantly.

Ella struggles against rope, thrashing angrily.

Amy has her in a strappado position— body bent forward, parallel to the ground and bound arms pointed straight up. The rope around Ella's wrists was thrown around a sturdy wooden beam. The position puts enormous strain on the captive women's shoulders. She struggles for balance with her legs spread wide by a spreader bar. She is still wearing her top and panties, but her shirt is hiked up over her chest.

Ella swings her body around in the awkward partial suspension. It is difficult for her to move, with her legs spread brutally apart by the metal bar. She turns her head side to side, up and down, examining her predicament for weaknesses. She glares at Amy, who stands nearby.

"Let me out. Now." she demands.

Amy ignores her. "Our game for the night... is Trivia!"

She pulls out a box of cards. It is quite dusty.

"You're sick. Only you could be turned on by trivia." She pulls hard on the rope around her wrists.

Amy sits on the floor in front of Ella. She opens the game, and dumps the cards all over the floor. She looks up at Ella.

"Ten questions. For each wrong answer, I'll punish you for three minutes. If you make it through all questions without cumming, I'll let you be free for the rest of the trip!"

"You'll really let me go...?" Ella asks, suspicious of her sadistic partner.

"Yes! and if you lose, nothing will change! You'll still be my little fucktoy."

Ella considers it. She is pretty decent at certain categories— especially science and history. And the thought of actually getting to enjoy her vacation without being tied up and abused is enticing. She nods her head in acceptance. She doesn't really have much of a choice, anyways.

"Alright! First question. What amino acid found in chocolate helps increase arousal?"

"What kind of question is that?" Ella asks.

"It's a sex-themed trivia game." Amy shrugs.

"Alright. Well, tryptophan is found in high quantities in chocolate. That's a precursor to serotonin, a mood regulating hormone." Ella replies.

"Ok, nerd." Amy laughs. "You got one..."

"I studied biology in college..."

Amy pulls out a new card.

"What part of the male anatomy is cut and tied during a vasectomy?" she reads.

Ella laughs, "Vas Deferens. Don't you have any hard questions?"

Amy glares up at her from the floor.

"What is the average cup size of women in the United Kingdom in 2013?"

"DD? How should I know?" Ella guesses.

"You wish. The correct answer was 'D', sorry."

Ella frowns as Amy stands up. She squirms nervously in her restraints, fidgeting her legs and arms.

"I'll go easy on you. Its only your first mistake..."

She grabs a paddle from their pile of toys. Ella curses quietly when she sees it. "I thought you were going to try and make me cum..?" she questions.

"They'll be plenty of time for that, later." Amy says confidently. She stands behind Ella, eyeing her captive's exposed ass. Her spread legs and bent back create a very enticing target. Ella fails in her attempts to stand up straight or turn away.

Whap. The paddle crashes into the underside of Ella's left cheek. She gasps in pain and surprise.

"Fuck you!" she yells defiantly.

Whap. Another stroke lands on the other cheek. She suppresses a loud groan. Her head hangs down, long hair draped over her neck and face.

Amy continues to punish the woman's rear, driving moans and screams from her mouth. Her captive's cheeks turn bright red from the repeating impacts.

After a minute, the pain becomes unbearable. Ella yelps uncontrollably at each impact. Her legs flail up into the air, reflexively trying to block the harsh paddle. Her hands open and close, muscles tensing in an attempt to distract herself from the pain.

Amy spends the last half-minute softly caresses her captive's pink skin. Ella moans softly.

Ella get's the next three questions right— a history question about sodomy law's in Canada, and another about the founder of playboy magazine. Amy praises her for her wide range of knowledge.

Amy pauses for a moment, contemplating carefully.

"These questions are too easy..."

"No fair!" Ella whines.

Amy stands up, walking in a circle around her bound partner.

"What is your girlfriends... favorite color?"

Ella turns her head to follow Amy's movements. "Green..."

"And what is my middle name?"

"Amelia... Grace!"

Ella smiles uncontrollably. She is so close to winning.

"Two more questions... when is our anniversary?"

"June 29th"

Ella giggles excitably. She grins at her captor.

Amy kneels in front of her, putting their faces inches apart. She places a hand under Ella's jaw, holding her face up. She moves forward to give her partner a passionate kiss. She draws back from the embrace slowly.

"And which of your holes am I about to fill?"

Ella frowns angrily, but also blushes slightly. "What kind of question is that...?"

"Answer it." she commands.

"My pussy?"

Amy laughs. "Wrong! The correct answer was, 'All of them', so close!"

Ella starts struggling wildly. "You're a fucking cheater. I'm getting out of here."

"You're not going anywhere. You got it wrong, and I get my three minutes. Surely you won't cum that quickly?" Amy teases.

"No way."