Our Only Hope - S01 E27

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Our Only Hope - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

As I contemplated what its purpose might be, a loud argument caught my attention. A loud male voice was saying, “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me tonight.” An equally loud female voice pleaded, “Please, Master, I won’t do it again. I’ll be good. Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me do this in public.”

I was wondering what “this” might be when the lights over the left-hand platform brightened and the Master at the table where the argument was occurring stood up and began dragging a naked girl toward the front. He had one hand on her arm near the shoulder. The other hand held her leash, which was pulled tight. It must have been a choker collar leash of some sort because as long as he kept tension on it, she moved with him. When he relaxed his pull on the leash, however, she would struggle as if trying to escape his grip.

Once they were up on the platform, he released her arm and she stood glaring at him defiantly. He pointed at the bench and said, “In place or it will be worse.”

She pulled back against the leash a couple of times and then said, “How could it be worse than you fucking me in the ass in front of all of these people?”

He laughed and said, “I could make you beg me to fuck you in the ass.”

In response she crossed her arms like an angry two-year old and continued to glare at him.

“OK then,” he said angrily. Then he called out, “Could I have some assistance up here?” and two muscular young men dressed in black jeans and black t-shirts with the word “Security” on their back hurried up onto the platform. He nodded at them and they grabbed the young woman by her arms, nearly lifting her off of the ground.

These two weren’t muscle-head type of muscle. They were lean and efficient and knew exactly what they were doing. They effortlessly set the naked slave over the top portion of the spanking bench and then one of them held her in place while the other strapped her shins to the lower padded step. Once he had one leg strapped in place, she tried to kick out at him with the other leg, but he grabbed her crotch as she started to kick and the energy left her leg. He didn’t seem to be grabbing her pussy, but instead seemed to be pressing his thumb into the inside of the leg joint in her crotch. She whimpered and lowered her leg slightly. He grabbed it and forced it in place. It only took him a few seconds to secure it to the padded step.

He then walked around in front of her and grabbed her arms. Putting a foot against the lower portion of the spanking bench frame, he pulled outward, stretching her arms tight. This forced her hips forward so that they were against the upper pad on the bench. The first security man then strapped her abdomen in place. He reached around her and made sure that her breasts were hanging down in the open area between the abdomen support and the shoulder support and then strapped her neck in place. The other man handed him one arm at a time and he forced them slightly forward and strapped her wrists to restraints alongside her head. When they were finished, they lifted the front end of the bench and turned it so that it was parallel to the front of the platform.

“Thank you,” the Master said gruffly, “but hang around. I might want you to turn the bench again once she begs me to fuck her.”

“That will never happen,” the bound slave almost yelled. Then she spat out, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”

“No, you don’t,” her Master said almost gently. “You love me. ... And you love this.” He ran his hand down her back and over her ass before continuing, “You just can’t bring yourself to do it unless I make you.”

He stepped away from her and held out his hand. A naked waitress ran forward and placed a short, black leather paddle in his hand. He moved to stand next to his slave, patting the paddle softly against his hand. “Beg me,” he said. “Beg me to fuck you in the ass in front of all of these people.”

In response, the bound slave shook her head violently back and forth.

“OK, then,” the Master said, “we do it the hard way.” He then began spanking her ass with the leather paddle. It was nice to see someone who knew how to properly use this kind of flexible, whippy paddle. He started with standard spanks which he spread out over her entire ass and upper thigh area. Each spank hit with a loud “Thwack!” and the thwacks were evenly spaced a little over a second apart.

After maybe a minute’s worth of those, he started putting some wrist action into it that changed the sound of the paddle in the air and the sound of it striking the slave’s ass. There was a slight whooshing whiz just before a loud “Thawack!” You could hear the tip of the paddle strike just microseconds before the main portion of the paddle hit flesh. He was no longer warming her up, he was striking for effect. And it, indeed, had an effect. She began grunting and squirming with each strike.

After a short while, she began yelling at him, “You bastard! You fucker! You Son of a Bitch!” She kept up a varied rotation of those screams for the next five minutes or so. Then he stopped and walked around to the front of the platform. He stood there with the paddle held down in front of her face.

“There are two ways you can stop this,” he said firmly. “You can use your safe word... or you can beg me to fuck you in the ass.”

She looked up at him defiantly and said nothing, so he moved back around into position and resumed spanking. He was now bringing the paddle well up past his shoulder on each strike. The whoosh-whiz now seemed slightly higher-pitched and the sound of the spank, itself, returned to being a very loud “Thwack!” I watched several strokes before I realized that he was stopping his hand slightly above her asscheek and letting the flex of the paddle carry through the strike itself. That is very hard to do, and takes some of the energy out of the swat, but it concentrates the blow onto a much smaller area of flesh.

After just a couple dozen of these swats, she called out, “Stop! Stop! Please Stop!”

“You know what will stop this,” he answered. “You either say your safeword or you beg me to fuck you in the ass.”

She looked up at him defiantly and he again began swinging the paddle. A half-dozen swats later she screamed out, “Stop! Stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

He leaned down close to her head and said in almost a child-like tone, “Fuck you where?”

“Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me in the ass,” she called out and began sobbing.

The Master gestured to the two security men who were standing by and they jumped back up onto the platform. “I want her to watch all the people watching her as I fuck her in the ass,” he said firmly. The slave’s sobs increased greatly when he said that.