Delicious Pain - a BDSM Collection by Portia Da Costa

something. The plea was silent, but Alice couldn't keep still as Julian pumped her with his finger. She clenched her inner muscles, trying to grab him, ashamed that the action would make her anus wink at him.
    "Right. That's it. Now I'm going to spank you very hard, and then I'm going to fuck you."
    The words, just the words, almost made her come, but before her body could obey its own imperative, Julian whirled his hand away from her and brought it down again, hard on her bottom, once, twice, and really hard. The shock threw her forward against the pillows and her buttocks flexed and seemed to burn, the fires alight again.
    Alice mewled against the pillow, churning her hips, seeing crimson behind her closed eyelids. More spanks fell, and she found herself lifting her bottom, pushing up, pushing back, and enticing her husband to slap her harder. She wiggled her burning rump in order to goad him.
    Julian growled at her, regaling her with a few words and rebukes that Mr. Grayson would probably have never uttered, but which sounded like pagan music to Alice's ears and drove her to even greater efforts to lure him.
    "Do you want the cane? Is that what you want?" he hissed into her ear, and in that heartbeat Alice realized it was exactly what she wanted, no matter how awesome and how agonizing it's power was.
    "Yes, I fucking well do!" she cried defiantly. "Bring it on!"
    Julian slid off the bed for a moment, searched around beneath it and then popped back up again. Alice glanced towards him, her hips still swaying, and saw the forbidden treasure in his hand.
    You fucking devil! You had the cane under the bed all along.
    "Now brace yourself. This will hurt like hell," he said in a low, tight voice as if he were struggling to control himself, "But I'll give you something nice afterwards, almost immediately, to soften the pain."
    Gritting her teeth, with her heart pumping and pounding and her spirit soaring, Alice dished her back as deeply as she could, making the best possible target.
    "Good girl, good girl," praised Julian, pausing to slide a hand beneath her and feather a finger over her clit, "Good girl," he repeated, withdrawing and raising his arm.
    There was a sound half way between a swish and a whistle, and then… nothing. No sensation at all for a heartbeat or two, and then a high white jolt of excruciating electric agony, right across the under-hang of her bottom.
    Alice didn't scream. She hadn't the breath. She was rigid with shock. Then a second later, she howled out loud and grabbed her bottom.
    "Oh no, no, no, I'll deal with that." Julian prized her fingers from her own flesh and conducted them back to the bed rail, curling them around it.
    Oh, it hurt, it hurt. Alice rocked her hips, circling her bottom around, flexing the abused muscles and clenching her pussy at the same time. The stripe from the cane was like pure flame, but her emptiness was worse, far worse.
    She crooned like an animal when she felt Julian push inside her, thrusting his cock in right to the hilt and knocking against the weal from the cane's descent with the base of his belly.
    "Oh God, Alice, I love you!" he cried, jamming into her again and again and again, out of all control. Every wild shove knocked the root of her clitoris from within, and before she could draw breath, Alice was climaxing as never before, her pussy clamping and grabbing with love at her husband's cock.
    When he reached around and touched her clit, she did scream then.
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    For the second time that evening, Alice lay on the bed on her front and propped up awkwardly on her elbows. This time she was quite sore, there were no two ways about it, but the cooling muscle rub that Julian had just applied was helping a little bit.
    Still Alice smiled. Every pulse and throb was a sweet reminder. Not just of the spanking, and the cane, but the heights of ecstasy she'd shared with Julian in the fuck straight afterwards.
    Good grief, if that happens every time, it's more than