A paddling to remember

I waited on my knees, bound, naked with my legs spread as my master finally opened the door. She wore a sadistic smile that I’ve never seen before. Liz followed behind. Kelly was trying to prove she didn’t care which she would only do if she did care. Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself. I’ve come this far and I might as well follow this through to its conclusion, whatever that might be.

“Liz, open the top drawer and grab the paddle. Don’t let her see any of my other toys.”

Kelly exaggerated the movement of her foot as she pushed the sybian away with her bare feet to try and show her disgust at it being covered in my juices. She really didn’t want to appear to care. Which had to mean she did. Please, let it be true.

“Face down, ass up.”

That was all Kelly could say to me, she didn’t even call me Dyke.

I didn’t hesitate. I was turning the other (ass) cheek and leaving everything in her hands. I bent my face down to the ground and put my ass up. My breasts didn’t exactly feel great against the rough carpet nor did my face. Kelly looked down at me and looked away to not even give me the pleasure of eye contact.

“Swing away.” Said Kelly as Liz took the paddle out and smiled.

Liz walked behind me getting an eyeful of my asshole and pussy from that angle. I guess she didn’t like what she saw because she took the paddle and without warning she laid it into my ass.

Fuck... that hurt.

I bit my lip as hard as I could to not give her the satisfaction of a scream. Shit, moral righteousness was a lot easier without having your ass feel like it’s on fire. She swung again and I clenched my teeth to hold in the scream. This was agony and if I hadn’t pushed the issue by showing I knew or thought she cared Liz would’ve left and I could’ve had an actual conversation instead of us doing all this covert mind games shit.

“You like that, Dyke?” Asked Liz, though if I were a betting woman I would say she didn’t actually care.

I did the only thing I could. I looked up at Kelly even though she wouldn’t look at me. The next swing came down and my nipples dragged across the rough carpet as I **** myself forward and my ass reached new levels of pain. Liz dragged a finger over my ass.

“I always thought you looked good in red.” She said apparently noting that my ass was already changing color.

But that wasn’t what I cared about. What I cared about was that I saw Kelly’s eyes quickly shoot my way for a moment when Liz went to touch me with her hands. So I did what I could which was to keep looking at my master.

Liz swung again and I couldn’t help but let tears start to fall. She swung again immediately thereafter and I tried to hold it but I screamed. Kelly didn’t look and I guess she didn’t care enough to let that bother her.

She took out her phone and started texting while I was being paddled because apparently this wasn’t even entertainment for her. I guess maybe there’s a range of behavior she’ll allow, or maybe she just has the moral decency to not **** me to be orally sodomized and I mistook that for actually caring. She knew I volunteered to test her but she knew I didn’t actually want to and she was just doing the bare minimum. That would mean I’m being spanked for nothing. Liz hit me again and I tried to maintain my composure but the pain was becoming overwhelming.

“How many times has that been?” Asked Liz and I honestly couldn’t answer.

Liz kept going and Kelly still wasn’t looking at me. I screamed again and again and each hit felt like it was the worst one yet.

“I think she likes it!” Said Liz apparently looking to pull a bad cop, bad cop with Kelly but she seemed to be ignoring her as much as me. I chuckled as I knew this wasn’t about her and I or Kelly and her, it was about Kelly and me. She was just an instrument being used, well not as much as I was, but at least I realized it.

“Something funny?” Asked Liz.

I said nothing and she laid into me more rapidly and at this point my ass had to be purple. I screamed when I couldn’t help it but each hit made them more frequent. I closed my eyes trying to remember what Kelly looked like when I was positive she cared but I couldn’t see it anymore and thinking is a lot harder to do when you’re in agony.

It was about this point I broke and I screamed with each hit and tears were flowing a lot faster. The silence was driving me crazy as all I could hear was my own screams while neither of the two human beings would even acknowledge me with anything other than pain.

Soon I was a screaming, crying, snot covered mess. When I could open my eyes I just kept looking up at Kelly. All I wanted her to do was look at me and I was enduring this sadism for her and she couldn’t even do that... I’m such a fucking idiot.

I tried to hold resolve as I promised myself I wouldn’t ask for this to stop. Either I pass out from the pain, Liz gets tired or Kelly saves me; if I don’t ask for this to end that means something else will have to and I’m holding out hope it will be my master but it’s fading. My heart felt like it was breaking because thinking she actually cared and knowing she might never have was worse than when I never thought she did. I sobbed and they must have thought it was just from the pain.

My vision began to blur from both tears and an inability to focus. Kelly became a blur as did my idea of her. I didn’t understand her nor had I ever.

The next blur I saw must have been Liz as she finally came around in front of me. She must have had worked up a sweat from hitting me so many times as I could smell it in the air. I gained for us for a moment and she looked at my eyes and saw me still staring at Kelly.

“Are you expecting her to save you? Are you still that stupid, Dyke?” Yelled Liz who apparently was having the time of her life.

My nipples felt like they were in those old soccer uniforms we wore as kids as they felt scratched up from the carpet and me lurching forward or pulling back against it. Liz put the paddle under my chin and lifted. I took that as a signal to go up to a kneeling position and the moment my ass touched my heels I screamed again which made Liz smile.

“Ask me to stop, Dyke or your tits are next.”

New tears formed as everything returned to a blur. I stayed quiet. I am going down with the ship if I have to. She lined up in front of me like a softball player and swung into my already sensitive nipples and I let out a sound I couldn’t quite define but it felt like the last gasp of a dying animal. She did it again and it hurt even more. I just kept looking at Kelly as the hope was letting out its **** rattle. I sobbed loudly as I realized this might never end and that my life as Kelly’s **** would be nothing but pain of every variety.

The next hit knocked me over and I screamed as my ass hit the ground and I could already see my chest turning red. My breasts felt like they were being torn to pieces even if the were just bruised. I’ve never even been close to this much pain before. I tried to pull myself back up but I just didn’t have the strength anymore.

She raised the paddle over her head and I realized she was now aiming between my legs. She brought it down with **** hitting my already sensitive and stimulated pussy lips and I felt like I choked on my own saliva as I couldn’t even scream. I rolled and writhed as I tried to find a position that was even a little less painful but there wasn’t one. I sobbed deeply and just hoped this was just a dream; that I hadn’t traded everything to just be a **** to someone who would let this happen to me.

As I continued to writh I realized I want my mom. I want her to tell me she loves me. That my life is more than this. I wouldn’t even care if she saw me like this if it meant being held for just a moment. I just want someone to tell me they care about me even if they don’t mean it.

“We’re not done yet.” Said Liz coldly.

With my eyes still closed I felt Liz’s hands on my thighs spreading my legs back open and I waited for the next hit hoping it would be the one that caused me to pass out. I waited and I kept waiting as I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. Finally I did and I looked up to see the paddle raised above her head still.

I assumed she was torturing me and waiting for me to open my eyes to look before she swung again but then it all came into focus. Kelly was holding the other end of the paddle.

“That’s enough.” Said Kelly shaking her head like she didn’t want to say what she was saying.

I think this is what they call a Pyrrhic victory. I wanted to celebrate but the pain was just too much. I rolled to my side and pulled my knees up to my chest and just sobbed since I couldn’t even rub any of my various intimate bits while bound.

Kelly turned off the lights and they left me without a word. She closed the door and I continued to cry in the dark; I was hoping that my master cared and was not just bound by basic human decency to stop this sadistic display.