Her First Spanking

[AWizardOfAss]

I adjusted my robe, trying to conceal my arousal as I led the two giggling girls into my apartment…

My assistant Tiffany hardly ever shows up unannounced, so I was even more surprised to find her at my door with another woman.

“I hope this isn’t a bad time. Michelle and I were eating lunch down the street and she confessed that she has always wanted to see where I work,” Tiffany explained.

I wasn’t surprised. I run a small internet business producing BDSM & fetish films for several of my own websites, and people are always curious. Tiffany had only told a few of her close friends the truth about what she did for work, and Michelle was one of them.

They were both giddy and talking animatedly, but Michelle seemed nervous. Tiffany held her hand as they walked down the hallway to my office, and when they sat down on the couch, she began stroking Michelle’s hair and touching her shoulders reassuringly.

“Can I get you something to drink? Some wine maybe?” I asked.
“Yes, that would be great,” Michelle replied shyly.

I brought the wine and we made small talk for a few minutes while Michelle got comfortable. Finally, Tiffany spoke up, “So Michelle, you said you wanted to see the film room?”

“Oh, yeah, sure” Michelle stammered, beginning to blush.
“Of course, right this way” I said, sending her a devilish grin and a wink, which only made her blush more deeply.

I followed behind as Tiffany led Michelle to the film room, and appreciated the sight in front of me. Tiffany is a petite blonde college student who helps me out after her classes. She has a perfect hourglass figure and her ample hips swayed gently as she walked. Her friend Michelle was a coupled years older and a few inches taller, but no less curvy. Her warm coffee colored skin, almond eyes, and tight black curls contrasted sharply with Tiffany’s porcelain skin and baby blues. I broke my eyes away from their perfect round asses and noticed their linked arms and interlaced fingers- the chemistry between them was palpable, even from a distance. “This is going to get interesting…” I thought to myself, shifting my robe again to conceal my growing hardness.

Michelle’s eyes widened as she entered the spare room in my apartment, which we use to shoot all the films on my websites. It’s a lot to take in- her eyes carefully traced each object as she slowly walked around the room. She eyed the walls lined with an impressive collection of whips, paddles, chains, and restraints. She timidly opened the tall cabinet which holds smaller gear such including pumps, gags, blindfolds, nipple clamps, vibrators, and dildos. She carefully stepped over fucking machines and bondage devices are scattered around the room. Finally she passed by the twin bed and massage table to make a circle around the room’s centerpiece- a black sex swing hanging from the ceiling by chains.

“How do you use this?” she inquired, moving the stirrups around curiously.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” I suggested innocently. Only Tiffany realized my true intentions- she has too often seen me use the swing as a way for models to get comfortable with the bondage equipment during casting sessions.

As I hoped, Tiffany sent me a mischievous smile and began coaxing Michelle into the swing. Soon we had her on her back with her legs spread wide in the air.

“Someone’s not wearing underwear…” Tiffany teased as she hiked Michelle’s skirt up even higher. Michelle giggled nervously but couldn’t hide her the wetness of her pussy.

“Is someone ticklish?” I asked, running my fingers lightly up her inner thighs. Squealing, she bucked and jerked in the swing almost falling out of the straps!

“Looks like we are going to have to find a way to keep her still!” I said to Tiffany. Michelle began to plead halfheartedly as Tiffany grabbed some handcuffs and secured her arms behind her back.

Michelle struggled a little, but Tiffany ran her fingers up her dripping slit and said “We know you want it Michelle, you can’t hide it.” Michelle moaned.

“If you want more of that, you need to earn it- do you understand?” I asked, grabbing a handful of Michelle’s hair and pulling her face close to mine. She nodded obediently.

I grabbed a leather paddle off the wall. Michelle began to squirm and whimper. “Tiffany, let’s make Michelle more comfortable.” Tiffany obeyed and quickly had Michelle blindfolded and gagged.

I swiftly brought the paddle up, striking Michelle’s exposed ass. Her squeal was muffled by the gag, but I could hear her moan softly as she exhaled. “You like that, don’t you, you little slut?” said Tiffany as she pulled up Michelle’s top and began stroking her nipples.

Michelle moaned louder. “We don’t want you to enjoy this too much ,” I said and paddled her again, but this time firmer. She squealed again and Tiffany pinched her nipples. Harder and harder I paddled her, until her ass turned a cherry red and tears rolled down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold.

“I think she’s had enough, what do you think?” I said turning to Tiffany. She grinned, but pulled out nipple clamps from the cabinet. She tightened them firmly on Michelle’s sensitive nipples, ignoring her muffled pleading through the gag. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll take care of you, she said as she pulled out the magic wand vibrator.

Tiffany touched the vibrating head to Michelle’s clit and gave me a nod. I began spanking Michelle relentlessly with my bare hand, leaving crimson handprints on her cheeks and thighs as Michelle moaned wildly.

Michelle began to tremble and her moans became more urgent, I quickly grabbed the cane off the wall and began swatting her, matching the rhythm of her moans. Thick welts began sprouting up on already ravaged skin, but she only moaned louder. Finally the exploded in a squirting orgasm, nearly soaking Tiffany as she quickly darted out of the way.

Michelle’s legs shook violently and her moan trailed off into a whimper…

Nearly fifteen minute later, after we removed all her bondage and began easing her out of the swing, her legs were still twitching and shaking from the violent orgasm.

“Come again anytime,” I said with a wink as she and Tiffany left a few hours later.

“I think I will,” Michelle said, running a hand across her raw backside with a dreamy look in her eyes.