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Taking Her Away

She tried to stay calm as he quieted her, a shaky breath escaping her lips. As he spoke, she tried to keep her composure, but she knew that the fear was obvious in her face. He had all the control.

Part of her wished he would just pick something and get it over with. She didn't know which item to chose, after all, none of them looked appealing.

Considering what he said, she remembered the paddle. It wasn't the same one he had used before, but it didn't look much different. It had hurt like hell, but there weren't any 'cruel surprises'. He hadn't yet used a whip on her, so she decided that the whips were the ones to stay away from.

"Paddle.." she said reluctantly, hoping that her thoughts were correct and that it was the whips that had the surprises.
 
He smiled.

"Interesting choice," he said, replacing the other two devices. "Now, if it were me, I would have reasoned that the paddle had the most room inside it for me to put something nasty in there. The whips are long and thin, right? The paddle has that big flat blade. Well, you made your choice."

He stepped behind her and whacked her hard on the ass with the paddle, slapping into her. As the paddle bit into her ass, bringing it close to her pussy, the magnet inside the paddle attracted the metal clip on her pussy, making it tug on the delicate skin of her pussy lips.

(For the record, I really did work out what each of them did, and only two of them had special things in them.)
 
As he spoke, Jayde started to think that maybe she shouldn't have picked the paddle. Pushing the thought aside, she told herself that he was just trying to frighten her.

She waited silently as he moved behind her. Her body tensed up, knowing that it was about to endure another painful beating. The pain she felt on her ass was bad enough, but as the magnet pulled the clip, she let out a scream. She tried to pull away, but it only made the clip pull her sensitive pussy lips more.
 
He lifted the paddle away and laughed, leaning down and kissing the fine red welt he'd just made in her ass.

"Beautiful," he said. "If it's any consolation, slut, things would be much, much worse for you if you'd picked my other nasty little surprise."

He stepped back and gave her five more swats on the ass. They were hard, two handed things, using every ounce of strength he had. He wanted to leave her with another nice crop of bruises to go home to her husband with.

When those were over he rolled her over and slowly passed the magnetic paddle over her body. It tugged at her nipples and pussy as the magnet waved back and forth over her.
 
His words didn't comfort her in any way whatsoever. Closing her eyes, she waited for more, knowing he wasn't even close to being done with her.

Just as she had suspected, it wasn't long before he brought the paddle down onto her again, even harder than before. She screamed each time, tears running down her face as she begged him to stop.

Each time he brought the paddle down, the magnet pulled on the clip, sending even more pain through her body.

She looked up at him as he moved the paddle over her, her face stained with tears and her mascara. "P-please.." she said, whimpering as the magnets pulled at the clips.
 
"What?" he said, stroking his paddle just under her tits, making the clamps tug and pull at her nipples. He gently lifted her breast with the paddle. "What is it you want? Want me to hit harder? Want me to focus on your tits next? Want me to stop? Want me to try out the other two whips on you so you get to see what THEY do? Want a happy meal from McDonalds?

"You really have to learn to beg properly, slut. If you don't tell me what it is you're begging for I'm going to have to guess. And I'm going to guess something I'd like to see happen..."
 
Jayde shook her head as he spoke, scared of what he was going to do. "I'm sorry.." she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes. "Please.. just stop." she begged.
 
"I'm not stopping just yet," he said. "But better. You're more likely to get what you want if you're specific, slut."

He slapped her tit with the paddle and pulled it off suddenly.

Direct contact with the paddle caused the metal clip to cling to the magnet, scraping off of her nipple as he brought the paddle back into the air.
 
She started to protest, but her words were cut short as he brought the paddle down onto her. Again, she cried out in pain, but it only got worse after the clip was pulled off. She groaned in pain, the tears flowing down her cheeks again.
 
He did the same to her other breast, tugging off the clamp off her other nipple. He pulled them off the magnetic paddle and then walked between her legs. He raised the paddle over his head, ready to slam it down between her legs as hard as he could manage.

Then he let go of the paddle, dropping it behind him, and smiled. He lowered his head and bit down on the clamp, gently prying it open, releasing it with much less pain then the others. He spit it across the room and and kissed her pussy again.

"Good girl," he said. "I guess you deserve a reward now. You can cum as much as you want."

He climbed on top of her, pulling her to him, pushing his cock inside of her, pushing their lips together and kissing her deeply.
 
Jayde squirmed under his touch as he removed the second clamp, biting down on her lip as she felt the blood rushing back to the area. She flinched fearfully as he raised the paddle, trying to turn away before he brought it down, but to her surprise, he dropped it. She took a deep breath, pleased with the fact that he seemed done with the paddle.

Still, she was nervous as he moved between her legs. She recalled the pain from John pulling the clothespin off of her clit, and knew that this would be worse. It wasn't as bad as the ones on her nipples, but it was still painful enough to cause her to cry out.

At that point, she had forgotten about cumming. As he moved over top of her, she tried to focus on the pleasure, but she was still in pain, whimpering as he pushed into pussy, his cock moving against her sore lips.
 
She just wished that he would move a bit gentler, being as she was already so sore from the beating, but she didn't dare tell him that. It took a couple of minutes, but as he continued his hard thrusts in and out of her, she felt herself getting past the pain, feeling pleasure as he fucked her.

She so badly wanted to cum and just forget about everything else he had done to her that day. She needed to feel good.
 
He pulled her close to him, biting gently at her neck, and whispered in her ear.

"I've been really mean today, haven't I?" he said. "It's alright, slut. I've had my fun. Now I want you to feel good. I want to feel you cum around my cock. Come on, whore, cum for me. Let me make you feel good now that I've done all the hurting you I want right now..."
 
As he pulled her into him, his lips lingering at her neck, she knew she couldn't be mad at him in any way. Despite the fact that he had hurt her, she still wanted him just as much as before.

She knew it wouldn't be long before she gave into his command. Her body loved his touch, everything about it. The orgasm she had been wanting for long was building stronger, and she was no longer able to hold it in.

She moaned uncontrollably, clinging to him as she came. In a way, the pain made the pleasure feel that much better.
 
"That's a good girl," he said, pulling her to him, his arms wrapped around her as she came. Her body shuddered and convulsed, her pussy walls clenching almost as if she were trying to bite down on his cock. With a small groan he came inside of her, pouring his hot cum into her as he felt her clinging to him.

"Now," he said, holding her panting, sweaty body. "Lets go get cleaned up, and then I'm going to take you out to dinner. I'll give you a few seconds to rest...."
 
Jayde closed her eyes as she laid back, trying to catch her breath. After making her feel so good, she had almost forgotten about the pain he had inflicted on her.

She was excited to go to dinner with him again, happily accepting any time she could have to spend with him. For a brief moment, John crossed her mind, but only because she was thinking of an excuse to tell him. It was getting harder to come up with them, and she was surprised that he hadn't shown any signs of suspicion yet.
 
He took a shower first, then let her take one. While she was in the shower he placed the dress he'd bought for her on the bed.

It was green, and it shimmered. It had a plunging neckline, erotic but not whorish. The fabric would slither and cling to her skin like she was wrapped in smoke, once she put it on. It was worth more than her entire assets, combined with her husbands, put together. Including their life insurance.

He got dressed himself, in a nice suit, and waited for her to get out of the shower.
 
Jayde showered quickly, not wanting to keep Mr. Harris waiting. As she got out of the shower, she she dried off, briefly toweling her hair which had already started to curl naturally after getting wet.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she walked back into the bedroom, her eyes immediately darting to the dress that was on the bed. Walking over to it, she touched it with the tips of her fingers. "Its beautiful."
 
"It's yours," he said, walking up behind her and kissing her on the cheek. "Say...oh, say you won it in a raffle or something. When I show you off, I want you to be wearing something you feel like you can show off in. Now get dressed before I lose control and have to fuck you again. I wanna save that for after dinner."
 
She smiled in response, leaning back against him as he came up behind her. Obeying him, she dropped the towel and gently picked up the dress, putting it on.
 
He watched the dress slide over her with a wide smile on his face. She brought out the worst in him, true, but damn if she didn't bring out the best as well. He felt so warm towards her, and not just because she was beautiful. It was more like the way he felt about her made him appreciate her smooth, soft curves even more.

He took her out of town this time, to another high class restaurant. This one was arranged in a huge circle, with a dance floor in the middle. The dancing was elegant and high class; lots of people in expensive clothes delicately swaying around each other. They were seated and he waved out to the dance floor.

"I don't know if you like dancing," he said, "or if you like this kind of dancing. But if you'd like, I would love to dance with you after dinner."
 
She returned his smile, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him softly. "Thank you." she whispered.

Again, she was amazed at the restaurant he had taken her to. Everything looked so incredibly beautiful, and of course expensive.

"Of course." At that point, she was convinced that she would do almost anything he asked of her.
 
"Hey," he said, waving a finger at her. "Don't just say yes because I say so. I asked you a question, I didn't give you an order. Questions mean I want to know what YOU want. Orders mean you'd better get to it or I'll make you sorry, sure. But I also won't be happy when you mix them up."
 
"Sorry sir.." she said quietly, looking up at him apologetically. "But I do want to." she added after a moment, her eyes darting back over towards the dance floor.

It had been such a long time since she had been dancing, and before she had gotten married to John, it was something she had loved. A few times in the beginning of the marriage, she had tried to convince him to take her, but he never wanted any part of it.
 
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