Amulya Learns a Lesson–3

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Amulya Learns a Lesson–3deletedHI MY FUCKING DICKS U R AMULYA HERE READ BEFORE PARTS OF THIS STORIES AND LIKE AND COMMENT THEM …He cupped them, lifting them, one in each hand, stroking them, doing the soft, gentle things to them that romance novel lovers do. He softly squeezed them together then rolled my nipples between his thumbs and fingers and then placed his palms flat on their smooth upper slopes and then leant forward, suddenly pushing them hard in to my chest as though trying to make me look flat. No chance, they’re much too big; but the weight of the pressure as he pushed them against me excited me more.He took his hands away from my body and said, “Shake your shoulders, you horny slut. Shake them a little.”With my arms tied as they were, the only way I could comply with this instruction was in fact to carefully move my whole upper body from the waist, but I did the best I could, twisting slowly from side to side. The weight of the rod to which I was crucified, tightly tied at both wrists and elbows, meant that I couldn’t really shake my breasts so much as just get them to swing slowly in front of me, swaying from side to side on my chest. Despite my predicament I felt so sexy, kneeling naked in front of some man that my husband had lent me to, slowly showing myself off to him at his command; doing his bidding.Silently he stood up. With his right hand he grasped the belt just at the buckle and wrapped it once round his fist. Then he stepped back from me and told me to sit up straight and to spread my legs wide so that my cunt just touched the carpet, and to lean back, away from him, tipping my head back so that my face pointed straight up to the ceiling. It suddenly seemed to be an unusually hot night. My heart started to beat faster. Then he said, “Lift your arms a bit more, as high as you can.”Tied as I was I couldn’t really lift them very high, just enough to lift my breasts a little more. They felt absolutely free and unfettered, defenseless and unprotected. He had two distinct and perfectly shaped vulnerable targets.He stood in front of me and very gently placed the square tip of the belt on to my left breast, taking a half step further back to position himself so that its square point rested lightly right in the centre of its welted upper slope. The rest of the belt lay across my areola. The knot in my stomach suddenly tightened and my heart was pounding and I held my breath in anticipation of what was about to occur. I was suddenly sweating very heavily. I shut my eyes.Nothing happened for a while. I opened my eyes to smile at him, just in time to see him lift his strong right arm high above his head and bring the belt down really hard onto my left breast, the hard leather tip landing precisely where he had planned. It smacked down on me with all the strength of his arm, punching into my tenderized skin with a sharp crack, which echoed off the surrounding walls of the room. I felt an immediate bite of shuddering pain that burned my flesh like a hot poker and sent a sudden shock of lust to arrow down through my body, straight to my cunt.I shrieked once with pain and started to cry, cowering forward so that my forehead almost touched the carpet. I knelt like that for some moments; head down, gasping to breathe through my silently gaping mouth. My nose was streaming as my tears flowed; I was aware of my drooling mouth and my dripping cunt.I straightened my back and looked up again, fearful of what I would see. I gazed up into his face, offering my now bruised and abused left breast for further punishment. I didn’t have to wait. He lifted his arm and brought the stiff leather tip down again, smacking hard into the same soft mound of my flesh, my once beautiful, golden, bruised pain-wracked left breast. Again the crack of leather on skin echoed round the room, and again I shrieked with pain, but this time, instead of cowering, I managed to keep my back straight and to merely bow my head. With all my heart I wanted to reach with my tied hands and arms to stroke and comfort my poor, sore flesh, to cradle my breast and soothe the pain away.“Don’t move,” he growled, “And be quiet!”I straightened and managed to whisper that I was sorry and tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, but of course with my crucified arms I couldn’t. I could only sob and let the tears run down my cheeks and let my nose stream over my upper lip and into my open mouth as I gasped for short, shallow breaths, kneeling naked and tied on the carpet in front of my tormentor, and wait for whatever he was going to do to me next. I closed my eyes as I heard the belt whistle through the air and tried to ready myself for further pain in my left breast. But this time his target was my right one. The hard tip of the belt landed in the exactly corresponding place on the upper slope of my right breast. And this time the pain was even greater, not because of any subtle increase in my sensitivity or sexual bursa escort awareness, not even because of the sweat glistening on my body as I knelt there defenseless in the hot Vegas night, but because he had relaxed into his task and was quite simply hitting me harder. This time I was beyond cowering. I barely moved but just knelt there in front of him, so he gave me no time to recover; he immediately hit me again, the tip of the belt punching deep into the same place, the upper slope of my right breast. I was now howling with pain; sniffing deeply and swallowing to try to clear my nose as my tears streamed down my face. Through the deepening pink haze that seemed to envelope me I could smell my own cunt fluids.I glanced down at my body, which now dripped with my sweat, shining golden under the room lights, and after a moment managed to make my eyes focus on the deep red marks the vicious tip of the belt had left in the soft upper skin of my aching breasts. I remember thinking that the sharp, angular bruises looked like three sides of a square and that they were curiously at odds with the smooth curves of my body.“Lean further back and keep looking up, and for God’s sake keep still. I don’t want to hit your face by mistake!”At first I thought he sounded really angry with me, but I realized later that he was just trying to protect me. He was obviously very excited, but his head was still clear enough for him to try to keep me safe from an accident, should his lust overtake him completely and he just start flailing away at me. I was still kneeling, so leaning further back meant that in order to continue to support myself I had to spread my legs even more as I followed his orders, my stomach muscles as tight and hard as rock as they struggled with the weight of my head, my upper body, and the heavy rod to which my arms were tied. With my body leaning further back my heavy breasts spread wider on my chest, gravity separating them almost as much as my thighs. Trembling with the effort of holding myself up as I waited for the next crack of the belt on my body. I let my head flop backwards and stared at the picture over the headboard for a moment before closing my eyes. There was a rushing sound in my ears and I felt my sweat trickle down my back as I waited, gasping for breath and with my heart pounding, the lovely, dreadful anticipation of what was to come filling my mind.I waited for Nick to strike my body again. Not for long. I once again heard the belt whistle through the air and once again felt the sharp crack of pain as the evil leather tip bit into the exposed inside of my right breast. It was as though it had punched deep into me – I felt the weight of the blow bite through my soft flesh; I swear I felt it in the bones of my body. Involuntarily I screamed and tried to cower protectively forward, but with my back arched as it was I couldn’t. So just knelt on the carpet and sweated and wept even more, staring up at my tormentor through a mask of pain as I offered myself to his belt.He hit me again in the same place, and I shrieked as the tip of the belt punched deep into my bare breast twice more, then three times more, each time the hard leather flattening it against my body, causing further bruising to my previously marked skin. Every once in a while he’d yell, “You slut, this ought to teach you a lesson.”Through my fog of pain and excitement I found that with each stroke my back was arching, pushing my sweating, glistening, pain wracked flesh up towards my persecutor, eager for the agony and submission of the next crack of the leather on my soft body. I was weeping continuously now, crying real tears of real pain, struggling to breathe fast through my open mouth and trying to control my shouts and screams. Because make no mistake, as well as being very exciting, very sexually stimulating, the pain was appalling. The devastating cracks as the belt smacked down hard, very HARD, on my soft, full breasts, inflaming my bruised flesh, were driving me towards the edge of a kind of agonized sexual insanity.I was now too hoarse to scream, I merely squealed again and again as he changed targets, reverting to abusing my other breast, the left one that he had initially started to whip, all those minutes ago, until it too was covered in deep red weals, their pale, square ridges created by the cruel tip of his belt. By now my tits, my lovely sweet, soft, full tits, had ceased to exist as things of beauty for me. They were just two bruised and abused masses of glowing red agony, sending their urgent messages of pain and depraved desire jolting down through my body to my gaping cunt.My straining stomach muscles had given up the struggle to support my pain-wracked body and my legs had folded completely under me. I had collapsed backwards and was lying on my back on the carpet, my raised ass, which was still tender from the savage belting it had received only a few minutes previously, bursa escort bayan rested on my crossed ankles and my back and shoulders were flat on the floor.My broad hips were the highest part of my body and so I lay there in my pain, basking in my tormentor’s gaze, my body shining with my sweat and the lips of my dripping pussy completely exposed to his merciless glare. As my shoulders were now lower than my raised hips my bruised and abused tits had changed again so that their soft, pale undersides were now fully exposed; ready to take their share of the torment.My eyes closed as I saw him once again raise his right arm high above his head. The belt whistled through the air and landed on my body. Now, up to this time Nick had been using just the tip to hit me on the soft mound of the upper slopes of my tits, but this time the length of the belt landed diagonally across my stomach; I felt it thud deep into the tightly stretched flesh of my abdomen, just above the swell of my right hip bone, before carving a track of pain right across my body, so that the wickedly whipping belt-end landed with an evil crack on the soft skin of the underside of my left breast, the tip cracking down on my areola, just below my nipple. I shrieked with pain and tried to wrench myself into an upright sitting position, desperately trying to cup my injured breast in my hands, but crucified as I was, of course I couldn’t. I just lay there, howling in my pain, rocking backwards and forwards but also thrusting my pelvis up and down, trying to press my desperate cunt hard down on my crossed anklebones as a wave of lust and desire and desperate sexual need washed over and through me. A mini orgasm.Then I was lying on my back again, once again pushing my spread thighs up towards Nicky, offering myself to him. Again he raised his arm and the belt thudded down into my body, knocking the very breath from my lungs as it once more arced its line of fire across me. The hard, squared leather tip again whipped wickedly into my bruised and aching areola.At this point the pain was just so bad that I simply couldn’t shout or scream. He hit me again, and again, and again, all in the same place, and still I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I just lay there as the fire burned into me. With a scream I coughed and started to breathe again, my chest heaving as I sucked in the oxygen I had been denied, my soft tits glistening with my torture sweat as they rose and fell with my breathing. Drool trickled from the corners of my mouth and my tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.Once again the belt came crashing down on me, and once again the breath was driven from my body as the weight of the blow thudded into me and the wickedly whipping belt tip cracked into the lower part of the areola of my right breast. Nick had once again hit me diagonally across my body, but this time from the other side, from my left hipbone, across my abdomen and rib cage to my right breast.“Again, please,” I begged, astonished by my own need.He hit me again with the belt, and my whole body shuddered as I fought for breath and I lay on my back, savoring my pain and my excitement and my wetness; my sweat, my tears, and my dripping cunt. I wished it would last forever.The belt swung down on my body again, once again punishing me with its fiery stripe of fierce pain, a stripe of red flesh glowing from my hip to my areola. I lay there for him. Nick whipped me again, and again, and I just lay there at his feet in pain and in ecstasy. He whipped me once more, and then I must have passed out for a moment, because with no warning I felt his hands lifting me under my shoulders.From a far distance his voice said, “Don’t pass out on me, you goddamn cunt! Kneel up now. As you were before.”I accepted his assistance to climb back up and settle down in the same kneeling position as before. Nick went to the minibar and returned with two cans of beer. The first one he helped me to drink, “accidentally” spilling quite a lot of it down me, and then he simply emptied the second one all over my breasts. The freezing cold beer poured over me soothed the overheated flesh of my breasts and stomach somewhat. He bent down and kissed and licked me low on my stomach and then carefully sucked my nipples dry.“I’m going to whip these now. You haven’t really come yet so I’ll have to whip your nipples until you do.”I started to cry but without being told pulled myself upright, settling the rod on my shoulders and lifting myself as high as I could, so as to display my breasts and my stiff nipples. And I waited. He was standing behind me so there was absolutely no warning when the belt suddenly smashed into the right hand side of my ribcage with its thin covering of flesh just below my armpits, wrapped itself round the side of my right breast, flattened my right nipple hard into my breast and with its wickedly whipping tip cracked down hard, hard, hard on my left escort bursa nipple, flattening both breasts into my body with the impact. I didn’t have time to react, or even to draw breath to scream when it happened again. I threw my head back and howled in my pain and my pleasure, my deep fast breathing raising my chest and breasts as my tormentor unerringly found his target.I was in deep, unremitting pain, as he whipped me round my body time after time, my nipples flattening into my soft breasts, my breasts in turn flattening against my chest, my very chest feeling as though it would collapse under the weight of the blows from the leather belt. But Nick wanted more.He gave me a vicious shove, so that I rolled off my knees and landed hard on the floor on my back. I stared eyes widened as Nick reversed the belt and wrapped it around his hand, leaving just a short length dangling. Swaying. Swinging. Plus the buckle.“Beg for pity,” my brain screamed. But “Please…” was all I could say before Nick swung the belt and lashed it hard, hard, hard, across my right breast. I screamed and writhed, the fire in my pussy momentarily forgotten.Swing. Whap! The left breast. I howled, trying to plead. WHAP! Or did I beg for more? WHAP!! Was I coming? Did I come? WHAP! WHAP!! WHAP!!! Nothing else existed as I wallowed in the liquid fire in my tits and cunt, my breasts bouncing, torso bucking and twisting, mouth wide and screaming, screaming, screaming, as WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!! the belt blazed again and again across my agonized bounding breasts.Then, in a flash Nick stood up over me and grabbed my hair; pulled my head most painfully upward and forced my mouth over his cock. He fucked my mouth, rather ****d it; the ferocity with which he assaulted my mouth eradicated any opportunity for consent. He ****d it relentlessly as his right hand swinging back and forth, cracked rhythmically across my hapless mounds. My howls were muffled by his hard stiff meat, even as the flame in my cunt grew hotter and hotter.Despite the pain and the humiliation, I moaned loudly as I came. Nick kept up his rhythm and he pounded into me mercilessly. My moaning only seemed to encourage him even more to fuck me harder. Finally when he was about to cum, he pulled out and knelt over me to straddle my body and kept stroking his cock just inches away from my face. In my ultimate humiliation, he finally ejaculated all over my face, even squirting his cum on my eyes, hair and ears. When he was done cumming, he made me open my mouth and lick him clean for the second time.He left me on the floor for some more time with my face covered with his cum. He had a smug look on his face and I knew he enjoyed punishing and humiliating me completely. He put his clothes back on and finished his beer and only then untied me and let me go to the bathroom to clean up.When I came out, Sanjay was back and he and Nick were talking and laughing excitedly. I was sure they were talking about me.My husband hugged me and said, “Hey sweetie, Nick tells me that that you’ve been a really good girl. I’m so proud of you.” I cringed when I saw Nick grinning from ear to ear. Then he said, “Well, Kavita, I think you have learned your lesson now, don’t you think?”Sanjay looked at my tits. I was still naked. Unable to resist himself, he promptly took off his clothes, threw me on the couch, lifted and spread my legs, and pumped his cum into my pussy within a few minutes.After the fuck Nick gave my clothes to Sanjay, except for my bra, which he wanted to keep as a souvenir. Then they both made me wear by green sari and sexy low cut blouse again and paraded me through the casino floor. It was nearly morning, but plenty of people were still playing. The belt marks on my breasts had deepened into blue black blotches, and they showed clearly through the thin sleeveless blouse I was wearing. Nick and Sanjay made me get them drinks and I am sure the others also had a good look at my battered tits as they wobbled while I bent low to serve them.Sanjay said, “Kavita, you should be really proud. Nick said that you are the best fuck he’s ever had, and you know that he has fucked dozens of girls.” I was embarrassed and flattered at the same time as my chest flushed a deeper red.We left Vegas later that morning and I didn’t see Nick until the next month, when he came over to hang out with Sanjay. A few things in my life had changed by then. Sanjay instituted weekly breast beatings for me with the leather belt. These were discipline sessions as he called them, to regularly remind me of my wifely duties. Punishment for infractions were extra. He also made me dress in very low cut, revealing tops and dresses all the time to show off my marks of servitude. Needless to say he was the envy of the neighborhood.When Nick saw the marks he flashed me a knowing smile, and I was so embarrassed I couldn’t look him in the eye. That day and every month since he would participate in one of my discipline sessions. At Sanjay’s request he would play out various bondage and **** fantasies during those sessions, but they would invariably end with one full hour of tandem breast whipping.TO BE CONTINUEED…

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