Station 3

“Now they’re really giving it to her,” Mia whispered to Lisa, grinning. “Look at how knackered she is. She’d sell her soul right now just to make the tickling stop.” Timo ran his gloved fingers very gently over Sarah’s back once more, almost as if to comfort her, whilst Marc set the feathers aside. Then he asked in a warm, calm voice: “Well, princess? The tickling was rough, wasn’t it? What will you offer us to make us stop?”

Sarah lifted her head as far as the restraints would allow. Her voice was completely broken, hoarse with laughter and despair. “Anything!” she blurted out. “Anything you want! Please… please stop tickling… I’ll do anything… fuck me, beat me, use me… whatever! Just no more tickling… I can’t take it…”

Marc smiled gently and stroked her flushed cheek. Timo exchanged a brief glance with him, then said calmly:

“How about Station 3? A few light slaps on that gorgeous arse. Not hard. Just enough to make it tingle properly. After that, we’ll be nice to you again. Deal?” Sarah nodded so quickly her hair flew about. “Yes! Yes, please! Slaps… anything… just no more tickling… I want it… I really want it…”

The two didn’t quite undo the restraints, but loosened them slightly so that she lay more comfortably on the block. Then the gentle, perfect transition began.

At first, just tenderness. Marc placed his large, warm hand flat on her bum and stroked it slowly, in circles, massaging it. Her skin was still hypersensitive from all the twitching and the oil. Sarah sighed with relief, her body relaxing a little.

“That’s good, baby,” murmured Timo, kissing her on the shoulder. “Relax.”

Then – smack – the first light slap. Not hard, more like a warm, sharp impact on her right buttock. Sarah flinched, a small, surprised “Ah!” escaping her lips. Immediately, Marc stroked it tenderly again, cooling the spot with his palm, massaging away the slight burning sensation.

Another slap – this time on the left. Smack. Sarah’s bum wiggled slightly, the skin immediately turning a delicate pink. And again the tender caress, the gentle fingers gliding over the heated spot, caressing it, almost stroking it like a cat.

She was torn. With every slap she tensed up; with every caress she moaned softly and even pressed her bottom a little against his hand. Her breathing grew deeper. The mixture of slight pain and immediate tenderness was doing something to her – something that surprised even her.

“She likes it,” whispered Lisa beside me, zooming in closer. “Look at her face. The little slut’s starting to enjoy it.”

Marc and Timo took turns. Slap – stroke – slap – kiss on the reddened spot – slap. Sarah’s arse was slowly but surely turning a lovely shade of red. An even, warm pink that spread across both cheeks and glowed ever more intensely. With every slap, the soft flesh jiggled; the imprints of their palms remained visible for a moment before the caressing made them blur again.

Then it became more intimate.

Timo gently spread her buttocks with both hands, tenderly stroked her slit – and gave her a light, precise slap right on her wet, swollen pussy. The slap landed wetly on her labia and clit.

Sarah cried out – not in pain, but in pure, shocked lust. Her whole body arched, her legs twitching in the cuffs.

“Oh God…!” she gasped. Her clit throbbed visibly, dark red and swollen. Another drop of her arousal trickled out.

Marc immediately stroked it tenderly again, two fingers gliding gently over the sensitive pearl, circling soothingly. Then – smack – the next light slap right on the clit.

Sarah’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. She was so close. You could see it clearly: her pussy clenched, her thighs trembled, her nipples were rock-hard. Just one more well-placed slap on her clit – and she would have exploded.

But the two of them stopped at that very moment. They just caressed her, kissed her glowing, bright-red arse, whispered loving words to her.

“Good girl,” said Timo gently. “You’ve made it through Station 3. And you really enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Sarah nodded weakly, completely overwhelmed, her cheeks flushed, her voice reduced to a whisper: “Yes… I… I liked it… please… I want more…”