Purple becomes Elektra

She looked at herself in the mirror and mostly liked what she saw. She was blonde (well at least her head hair was blonde), had a nice figure. Well maybe her boobs were smaller than she would have liked. She turned sideways. Actually they were pretty good, firm, large aureoles around her nipples. She started to think of what was to come and a warm feeling spread from her loins up to her stomach and down to her knees. She could feel, andsee, her nipples had hardened and were sticking out just from the thought process.

He'd sent her to the room and told her to strip to her panties and wait for him there. She was to stand in the corner and when he came in she was not to turn round or say anything. Anyway she thought she'd have plenty of time to get to the corner and pretend she'd been there all the time when he put his key in the door. And what did it matter - she could sense that roleplay wasn't the be-all and end-all to him, but it was being used for a purpose to titillate her and increase the tension. She liked that.

She looked around the room and saw that he had done other things to set the scene for her. There were two beds and on one of them he'd left implements which she assumed were to be used on her through the evening. They left her with a sense of fear and excitement. Yes she liked to be spanked hard and long, but would it be too much for her? He was new to her and she didn't know quite what to expect. She noted the hairbrush - no it had to be a clothesbrush - polished wood with a large head and a long handle. She picked it up and gave herself a smack on the bottom with it. Ouch - it was going to hurt. There was black canvas shoe, she looked at that too and noted it had a solid rubber sole with little knobbles on it - also going to be painful. A bamboo cane. She'd never been caned. That scared her a little. A heavy leather belt. A couple of clothespegs - the kind with a strong spring to keep clothes on a washing line. She knew these were going to be put on her nipples at some stage and shuddered at the thought. And what was this? A longish narrow wood (looked like bamboo) implement with Chinese drawings and characters on it. She realised it was a long shoehorn and gave herself a tentative smack with that too. A nice stinging sensation.

She heard the door click. Too late she put down the shoehorn and tried to get to the corner as instructed, but he was already in the room. He looked a little angry, although she knew this was roleplay. He was a lot older than her (55 to her 23, but she loved the idea of being spanked and dominated by an older man). He was wearing a blue denim shirt and chinos. Hair reddish, turning white. Quite good looking but maybe a little overweight, but a good authority figure - just what she needed she thought.

She didn't know whether to stay where she was or to go to the corner. He made up her mind for her.

"Go to the corner, NOW"

She did. She started to make an excuse.

"QUIET"

She heard him walk around the room and come up behind her. She felt his hand stroke her back, down to her bottom where it lingered. She felt his fingers move down the crack between her buttocks, until they found her pussy, already moist.

"You disobeyed my instructions" he said. "I was going to bring you into the spanking gently, but not now. For not being in the corner when I came into the room you are going to get twelve hard strokes of the cane over your panties, not that they're going to be much protection. And for starting to speak without an instruction I'm going to give you another six strokes on the bare bottom with that shoehorn you obviously found so interesting. You may turn round now."

She turned round. She watched him as he looked at her breasts. He put his hand up and touched her hard excited nipples. He squeezed first one and then the other between thumb and forefinger. An electric current ran through her straight to her groin. She sucked in her breath sharply.

"Like that do you?" he said. "Yes sir"

He stroked down her body with his forefinger slowly and stopped it between her legs. She could feel her panties were just about dripping. He smiled as he felt the moisture and let his finger linger there massaging gently. He slipped it up inside her panties and massaged her clitoris and she came very quickly and very hard in short gasps.

"One thing I am nice about" he said. "You don't have to have permission to come" He smiled. She liked his smile.

He continued caressing her pussy until she started to become aroused again.

"Enough for the moment" he said - "Now we start the punishment for your disobedience. Bend down over that chair and hold on to it. Don't let go or I'll start again. This is going to be the kind of caning that was administered in English boarding schools up until a few years ago where a punishment was indeed a punishment."

She shuddered and assumed the position. She sensed him move to the bed and pick up the cane and then move round behind her. She flinched as he rested the cane against her bottom, rubbing it, teasing. She felt it being lifted away. SWIIIISH. She heard it descending and she tensed her buttocks. Crack - it landed on her bottom and Christ it hurt. She wanted to stand up and hop and clutch her bottom, but she didn't dare. It must have been a full ten seconds before he gave her the second stroke. It landed a little below the first one and hurt as much. She didn't know how she was going to take ten more. Yes she wanted to be spanked hard - punished even - but if this was just the start?

He laid each stroke on expertly. By six she felt tears forming in her eyes and by ten she didn't know how she'd managed to stay where she was, but the thought of him starting again was too much and she remained with her hands almost glued to the chair. God, she wished she'd stood in the corner as she'd been told .

The last two shots were mean. They landed diagonally across her bottom cutting over the existing ones and seemed to hurt even more, but somehow her bottom was beginning to numb and although they hurt more they were somehow easier to take than the first few.

"You can stand up now" he said. She did gingerly. The movement hurt.

"You've got a lovely set of pink stripes" he said smiling again as he pulled her panties down to look. She wasn't sure if she liked his smile so much now. "You can look at them if you want to so you can see, as well as feel, what happens to naughty young girls who don't do as they are told"

She looked down and could see that her bottom was red and then turned and looked in the mirror. As he had said there was a set of scarlet weals across her bottom and some marks turning purple where the diagonal strokes cut across the horizontal weals.

"You're lucky I didn't cane you really hard" he said. "Those will soon fade"

"But now you have the other six to come for the other bit of disobedience. You are learning the hard way it pays to do what I tell you to. Now step out of your panties."

She stepped out of her panties and stood naked in front of him, brushing away a tear. He looked her up and down admiringly. She could tell he was impressed with her naked body. She liked that and started to feel hot again despite the throbbing pain in her bottom.

He laid the cane back on the bed and picked up the bamboo shoehorn. He moved over and sat on the chair.

"Come and lie over my knee" he said.

She did as she was told. She could feel his arousal as she lay in his lap and liked that too. He stroked her bottom and moved her legs apart and started stroking her pussy and clitoris again until she got really wet.

She felt him rub her bottom with the bamboo shoehorn. It felt cold against the burning weals. He rubbed that down too between her legs.

"This is a dual purpose instrument" he said as he stroked her with it. "It stings nicely on the bottom as you are about to find out, but its shaped beautifully for spanking an even more sensitive part of your body" and as he said that he rubbed it up and down her pussy.

She'd never been pussy spanked, but she knew this was going to be part of the session and the thought aroused her tremendously, although she was also scared. Pleasure and pain, anticipation and effect. These were all true aphrodisiacs she thought.

She heard the shoehorn swish through the air and it landed hard across her already very sore bottom. The sting was horrendous - a totally different sensation from the cane. She kicked and bucked across his knee as she sensed it coming down again and again until she'd had the full six. She had tears in her eyes again.

"Stand up" he said.

She did so and could see him admiring her body again. He stood up and gave her a little kiss, fondling her breasts as he did so and then the inevitable movement of his hand to her pussy which seemed to have a magical attraction for it.

"This was going to be a hard sensual spanking session" he said "But your disobedience has led to it starting as a punishment spanking. I think that should be a warning and I won't hesitate to punish you again if you do not do exactly what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir". She certainly had no intention of disobeying him ever again! Yes she wanted to be spanked hard and she had been already. Maybe too hard, but then she'd survived and she still felt hot as hell. He continued stroking and fondling her pussy as he'd been speaking. He kissed her breasts. His teeth very gently bit her nipples as he sucked and kissed them. He knelt down in front of her and buried his face between her legs, kissing her gently, licking her clitoris with his tongue until she came again - what an orgasm.

He stood up and smiled. "I said this would be a sensual spanking" he said "So the pain will be compensated for by pleasure right through. Yours and mine." He guided her hand down to his penis which was pressing against his trousers. "Your turn" he said.

She knelt down and undid his trousers, and underpants dropping them to his ankles. His penis sprung out and she eased it into her mouth, massaging his balls as she did so. She tongued off the moisture at the top. He tasted and smelt good. His hands caressed her head pulling her into him. He started breathing faster and his body stiffened. She worked harder moving her mouth up and down the shaft of his penis, but he pulled her head away.

"God that felt good" he said - "but later. We've got the proper sensual spanking to come yet and if I come now I won't be in the mood to give it to you for a bit" He smiled.

She wasn't sure if she wanted the ‘sensual spanking' as her bottom felt so sore already, but she wasn't going to argue - not after that initial spanking and the promise of more like that if she didn't do what she was told.

He kept his trousers off and sat on the bed and motioned her over. She lay across his knee again and he stroked her bottom and down between her legs. She was wet again. He started to spank her with his hand, quite gently in fact as she realised, but it still hurt as her bottom was so sore. He alternated spanking her bottom and sensual massage which he was expert at. He'd bring her to the point of orgasm and then stop and spank a little more, then massage more, spank more, massage more. She was at the edge of orgasm for what seemed ages until eventually he let her come. The sensation was immense. It seemed to blow the top of her head off, while at the same time giving a tremendous sensation from her chest right down to he knees. She yelled as she came which surprised her as she wasn't normally noisy, but she didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm like it. She fought for breath as she came down off the high.

"Wow" she said - then quickly "sorry sir" as she realised she'd spoken unprompted. He smiled and said "That's OK - glad you enjoyed it." He started stroking her bottom again - and then leaned across and picked something up.

"Lie on the bed on your back with your legs apart" he said. She did as she was told, rather gingerly as even lying on her bottom was sore. She saw he was holding the bamboo shoehorn. He stroked her with it, giving her breasts little slaps with it, then her stomach and then he rubbed it up and down her pussy bringing sensation back to that already sated part of her body. He slapped the insides of her thighs with it stinging them. She looked up at him. His penis was still hard and erect. She smiled when she saw it. She was pleased he was enjoying this as much as she.

He took the shoehorn away and started massaging her pussy and clitoris with his hand again until he could feel the moisture there. He spread it with his fingers. "I promised you a pussy spanking and as your bottom is so sore it needs a bit of a break so we'll try this now." He slapped the bamboo shoehorn down on to her exposed pussy - straight on the clitoris - and although he did this gently she jumped as a delicious pain spread across the area. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. He repeated this three or four times, pausing between each for several seconds, each time increasing the strength of the blow a little - or so she thought.

Her groin was on fire and dying for a soothing touch. He leant down over her, kissing her on the pussy, his tongue flicking at her clitoris. He eased himself over her so she could take his penis in her mouth in the classic 69 position and moved it in and out of her mouth. Her orgasm exploded again, but once more, before he came he removed his cock from her mouth. He smiled down at her. "There's lots more yet" he said. "And I can wait"

He made her kneel on the bed, legs apart and her bottom in the air. Her breasts were hanging down and he massaged them until the nipples were both hard and her pussy until she was wet between the legs yet again. She saw him pick up the clothespegs and he clipped one onto each nipple. The pain was almost excruciating, but they seemed to have a direct line to her groin and the effect was wildly stimulating yet again. He picked up the wooden clothesbrush and rubbed it over her bottom and then proceeded to spank her with it. As before he interspersed a series of spanks with pussy massage , and with the pain in her nipples, the pain in her bottom and the massage the overall effect was electrifying again. She came again noisily. She wanted it to end, but she didn't. She didn't think she could go on much longer, but each time she'd thought that he'd brought her to another orgasm.

He unclipped the clothespegs from her nipples - they hurt as the bloodflow returned, but again the result was extremely sensual. He made her stand up and he kissed them again while she massaged his penis. She thought that it was only fair for him to come as she'd come so much already.

He smiled - "You don't get out of the rest of your spanking so easily young lady. There's still that canvas shoe and the leather belt to come - at least!" The threat - or was it a promise - made her shudder with anticipation. She wanted him to carry on. She'd never had an experience quite so arousing and had never come so often before - and there was still more to come. Her whole body was feeling both limp and glowing at the same time. She felt exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

He picked up the shoe and placed her over his knee again. He made her count as he spanked her with it - one for each of her 23 years. She realised he wasn't spanking her hard, but the slaps sounded like pistol shots and the effect on her sore bottom was enough to bring her to the edge of tears again - and additional massage after the eighth and sixteenth spanks had her coming yet again. She didn't know she had that much in her!

"You've done pretty well" he said as he finished with the shoe - only one more implement to go - and then you can give me my reward" he smiled.

"Go and lean over the bed with your legs well apart and place your hands on the bed" he said as he picked up the belt. It was a fairly heavy black leather one.

She did as she was told. He moved round behind her and flicked her pussy with the belt which made her jump. He then gave her six more strokes with it hard across the bottom - each one hurt like crazy. He stopped. He came up behind her.

"Stay where you are" he said. She heard him undoing a packet and then she felt his penis rubbing up and down her bottom, but it seemed different and she realised he'd put on a condom. He rubbed it against her anus. Then he slipped it down and into her vagina and at the same time pulled her hips towards him. She gasped as he worked it in and out and she came again almost immediately. But he continued, now massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She felt herself becoming heavily aroused yet again as he carried on working with several short strokes followed by a long deep thrust, over and over again. She felt herself coming yet again - how many times? - she'd lost count ages ago. She felt him moving faster and thrusting harder and as she came again she realised that he was coming too - at last! What a session.

He stayed in her for a bit, then withdrew, turned her round and kissed her gently. He lowered her onto the bed and lay down beside her, smiling, pulling her to him. She kissed him, her tongue working inside his mouth and thrusting her hips against his. He pushed her away gently. "I won't be ready for anything else for a bit" he said - but you probably need a bit of recovery time to. He squeezed her bottom cheeks , and then ran his fingernails up and down them - a remarkably painful caress given how gently he did it.

They lay on the bed cuddling. She played with his penis and balls, half wishing they'd rise again and she could make him come again as partial compensation for the ecstasy he'd put her through. She felt his penis stirring. The condom was off and it was a little sticky from his semen. As it arose again she went down on him, licking and sucking and fondling. It went hard again and she carried on working on it until he came again with a long sigh. She licked the rest of his semen off the tip of his penis. She was glad to do that she thought. She doubted if she'd ever have another experience like that ever again. Yes she would make sure he saw her again, but not knowing what was going to happen was part of the experience and she doubted if that could ever quite be repeated.

His penis had gone small and limp, lying there amid his ginger curls. It was strange how his hair was turning white, yet that in his pubic region remained full of colour. She got up to go to the bathroom and looked at her bottom in the mirror. It was delightfully red, purple in patches with weals and bumps from the spanking - but worth every second of it she thought. She felt hot again as she relived what had just happened to her Well, they had the rest of the night together. She hoped a good dinner and a few glasses of wine would help him recuperate some more - but no matter. She'd already come enough for a month. She shouldn't be greedy - but what the hell! She smiled as she planned how she was going to rejuvenate her older partner. He deserved it!