Chapter 3 #2
“Yeah, I’m ready to rock.” I’d been ready for this all week. He slid his fingers between the rope and my wrists again to double check the rope wasn’t too tight.
While Norman went to get whatever he wanted to use on me, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of all the crap running around in it. I was in my happy place now. Hugging a spanking bench was one of my favorite things in the world. Here, I felt safest and the most relaxed.
My body naturally jumped a little as soon as Norman’s leather strap came down on my flesh.
The heat spread through my body, warming me and even taking the chill off that I’d felt down in my toes.
I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on my breathing as he brought the strap down on my ass over and over.
The games we played had always seemed to turn into a game of endurance.
How long could I last?
How long could he swing the strap?
Time passed quickly, and I noticed I was really starting to feel it.
At the start, my hands had been loose and open but were now closed into tight fists.
I could feel the tension in my forehead as I kept my eyes tightly closed.
My body felt as though a small flame was simmering on my ass, and that at any moment it could erupt into a massive fire.
I’d reached the point now where I no longer heard the dull hum of people in the club’s hallways.
All I could hear was the thwapping noise as the leather strap cut into my skin followed by a faint noise that signaled I was beginning to break.
The initial moans hadn’t hidden the unmistakable pleasure and ecstasy that had flooded through my body.
Whimpers that were once quiet murmurs had evolved into a mix of yelps and cries.
My brain screamed at me to stop this madness, but something deep within begged me to stay as long as I could.
I knew it would all be over soon. The small timeframe I had on Saturday nights with Norman was the only time I hadn’t hated who I’d become because of the decisions I’d made that drove me here.
Even though Norman and I kept our friendship confined to within the walls of Edge, I believed he cared about me and needed me. I liked that feeling.
A break in the cadence of being hit with the strap gave me an opportunity to breathe and process the moment.
My ragged breathing blared in my ears and urged me to open my eyes.
As I watched Norman walk to the table and set the strap on it, sweat from my forehead slid down to settle in the corner of my eye.
As my pulse attempted to settle, Norman undid his pants, rolled on a condom, put some lube in the palm of his hand, and turned around.
His eyes found mine, and a kind smile spread across his face.
“Ready?” he asked as he coated his hard shaft in lube. I nodded and smiled back.
Norman disappeared from my sight as I took a couple deep breaths to prepare for his dick.
He pushed his cock inside me at a slow but steady pace.
As his skin pressed against my burning flesh, I groaned.
Norman laughed and patted the side of my right thigh.
Sex with Norman was never long or dramatic.
It was the dessert for him, whereas the beating was the main meal.
He just needed a little extra to finish the night off.
After a number of thrusts and some grunts, Norman slapped the raw skin of my ass, signaling he’d come. As he emptied, he roughly gripped a handful of the hot flesh on my ass. Within a few moments, his grasp on my skin had relaxed, and shortly after that, our physical connection was gone.
I hated this part and instantly began detaching.
“One moment,” he said as he moved away from me. I opened my eyes and saw him toss the condom in the small trash can under the table before he pulled up his pants. He wiped his hands off on a towel as he stepped toward me. “There are some abrasions on your ass cheeks—”
“It’s okay. I’ll get it taken care of in the shower,” I said, cutting him off. I tugged on the restraints, so he’d see that I was ready to be let up.
“I know you dislike this sort of thing, but I wanted to wipe the blood off at least.”
I closed my mouth tightly and stared at the ground as Norman gently patted the towel against my ass.
Though I hated this part and wanted out of here, I kept my mouth closed because I didn’t want to do or say anything that would jeopardize playing with him again.
Suddenly, I thought of those two guys Mitzi was messing around with.
Not all of us were lucky enough to have two tops to play with.
As soon as Norman pulled the towel away from my ass, he untied me from the restraints and helped me off the bench.
When I stood fully upright, I rolled my shoulders and head in some circles while Norman stood by. I could feel his eyes on me, but he knew I didn’t do eye contact afterward.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Good.”
I gingerly walked behind him toward the bench with our stuff on it. The more I walked, the more I felt the pain in the backs of my legs and ass. Norman had reached the bench first and had already slyly set the envelope by my clothes.
“Same time next weekend?” he asked.
“Hell yeah,” I confirmed.
“Alright. See you next week.” He left me and went back to the table to clean up the spanking bench and the rest of the area.
Clutching the envelope in my left hand, I gathered my clothes, shoes, and jacket before heading out. With my head bent down, I stepped into the hallway, checked that the cash was all there, then made my way to the men’s locker room.