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Yvonne yelped, her entire body taken by surprise, as she had braced herself for a tickling!! The paddle hurt like hell, and covered both cheeks of her ass at the same time, heating her, sending deep throbbing, stinging pain through her thighs and ass!!

The twenty seemed to drag out for an eternity, and she howled!

She wanted to rub her heated cheeks, she wanted to stroke them, to soothe them, but the way Matt had her tied down, she was only able to endure!

"Enough!! Please Matt, enough!" she cried tormented to the end of her teather! And worse, she knew there was another FORTY spanks yet to come!!

Already she was sorry for acting out, she was Very, very sorry!!!
 
Matt set the paddle down and gently rubbed Yvonne's burning ass. There could be kindness mixed with punishment. At her words he did pause, rubbing her back softly with one hand.

"We can take a little break now if you want. There's no rush. Is there anything you'd like?"

His free hand was still rubbing her ass, the heat was dissipating just a little bit with each stroke. He briefly debated which tool should be used next.

"I'd be willing to alter how your punishment is given a little. If at any time a spanking tool is too much just say 'switch' and I'll use a different one. The total number will remain the same, but if you'd rather not endure a specific tool you can have it changed."

Matt decided she'd had enough of a rest, and this time sat on her calves, immobilizing her feet. He knee-walked until her feet were helplessly trapped between his knees, then using just one finger on each foot he trailed up and down, from her heels to under her toes. It was a slow but relentless pace that he could keep up forever if he wanted too, and it would just drive Yvonne more and more hysterical the longer he did it.
 
If she had thought the paddling was tough to endure, it was nothing compared to the torture of her feet - Matt's fingers tickled her, making her scream, sending her into fits of hysterical giggles!

Her burning ass was subsiding, and as sore as the spanking was, she would much rather endure that, than the tickling!

She begged and she pleaded but no mercy was shown, and Yvonne's entire body ached with the clamping of her muscles as the soles of her feet were tickled.

"Please Matt! Stop! stop, I can't take anymore!!"
 
Matt enjoyed tickling Yvonne, she had a truly sweet laugh and was so perfectly responsive to his touch. He wondered how she'd react later when he was more aggressive in his tickling as opposed to the almost maddeningly slow pace he had now. At her cries he stood and stretched, giving her the requested break.

"Take a few deep breaths Yvonne."

He waited a minute or so before selecting his next implement. This time it was a belt. Not a true belt, the leather was on a handle for more control and easier use, but the doubled fold provided almost the identical stimulation. Again it could cover both cheeks, and he went up and down, giving a few extra ones to the crease were her ass met her thighs. He went the full twenty, each measured and forceful enough to leave some deeper red marks.

After the final Swish... CRACK marking the twentieth blow he set the belt aside and rubbed her backside again.

"Need some water or something similar Yvonne?"
 
Her flesh was still thrumming from the paddling he'd given it, and after what seemed like a momentary break, he'd was back, this time with a belt, which welted her ass and thighs.

Flames of pain went through her, and she cried out, doing her damnedest not to safeword, although she came extremely close!

She would not short-change Matt on this though. She had it coming, and it would clear the air between them, and give them a fresh start.

When he offered her a drink, she wanted to ask for a Brandy, something to dull the throbbing deep in her flesh, instead, she asked for a sip of water!

There was much more still to go through, but she told herself she was halfway there, at least!
 
Matt went to the kitchen to find a suitable cup and straw for Yvonne. It didn't take long, and he returned, offering the straw to her lips. She drank a few swallows before her removed it, her throat would feel better now.

"You're doing very well Yvonne, you're almost done. I'm very proud of you."

His lips touched her forehead, and he rubbed her back soothingly. Her ass looked very red, fortunately there weren't too many welts, and those that were there didn't look too bad. It did make him rethink her last bit of punishment, just the implement really. For the moment he had to see to her feet again.

"Alright, almost there. At least this wont hurt."

Again he trapped her feet between his knees. Yvonne really had lovely feet, and her toes were clenched as though trying to protect herself from what was coming. This time, instead of his fingers, he had a stiff goose feather. He started the same way as last time, maddeningly slow up and down, interspersed with back and forth across both feet at once. When he was ready to give another break, he sped up, the feather rapidly scribbling over both soles, under her toes when they flexed, over and over until she asked for her next break.
 
The feather had a different sensation to his finger tips, and, at first, she didn't find it too bad, but then, it suddenly tickled her, and that opened the flood gates, and she giggled until her sides ached.

She was hoarse with crying and pleading, begging for mercy, and yet she knew she was nearly there, and she wanted to endure it, she owed that much to Matt.

When finally he was done with the feather torture, she breathed hard, and asked for a short break, and a little drink, so that she could steady herself for what was yet to come.
 
Matt was very impressed with Yvonne, she was enduring very well. Plus he wasn't trying to break her or anything. This was just a response to her behavior from before. He gave her another sip of water, then headed into the bathroom. It didn't take long at all to find what he was looking for, then he returned to Yvonne.

"I think your ass really deserves a break, so I'm doing the final bit of tickling. While I am, I want you to think about something. You pretty backside is a nice shade of red, but I'm willing to make a deal with you. You can either take the last twenty with a toy of my choosing, or you can take just one more blow. I'm going to warn you though, if you take just one it will hurt. That's totally your choice as a reward for being so good through this, and this time I'll follow your wishes."

He kissed her head again before he knelt around her feet again. Her body language braced for what she thought was coming. Instead of tickling, he dribbled some baby oil over her feet and gently massaged it in. There was no tickling, just rubbing the oil until the soles gleamed. She even relaxed her toes and let him spread some under and between them. Yvonne was breathing much easier now. It was a shame he was about to make her squeal again.

The only warning she had was a soft buzzing sound. Matt didn't tickle all that often, but he kept this toy for when he found such occasions that he felt the urge and had an excuse. The electric toothbrush only ever tickled, and he had the absolute softest bristles on it. So when it started dragging under her toes with her freshly oiled feet, Yvonne almost immediately burst into hysterical laughter.
 
The foot massage was divine, and Yvonne had relaxed into it so much that she had almost forgotten that she was here being punished, and not worshipped.

She moaned as Matt worked the oil over her feet, and she contemplated whether to take the twenty strokes of an unnamed implement, or the "just one" which would hurt so. Did that imply that the other twenty wouldn't hurt too much??

She was totally taken by surprise when the electric tooth brush began to tease her so! The tickles were sudden and intense, and the more she tried to resist, the worse it became.

It went on and on, and she scrunched up her toes, wrinkling the soles of her feet, as she tried everything she could think of to minimise what she was enduring.

Then she thought that it might end when she gave her decision. Which to pick??? She had mulled it over, and it seemed like a gamble. She guessed... rightly or wrongly, that the twenty spanks would be with a crop, and she thought that the one would most likely be a cane.... but she didn't know. At this point she just wanted it to end, so, she decided to risk the one.

"Matt, I'll take the one, I'll trade the twenty strikes for one!!"
 
Matt did his best not to grin as Yvonne tried to hide her feet, her peels of laughter were quite intoxicating. The little brush hummed as it tormented every inch of skin he could reach, he could tell Yvonne was about ready to be done, but he kept on until she made her decision. Then he stopped, clicked off the toothbrush and stood, moving to Yvonne's head. She was breathing hard, flushed, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead.

"Alright Yvonne. You probably figured the one would be a cane, and you're not entirely wrong. It's one I haven't shown you before, but it's perfectly safe. Just one, then I'll untie you."

He kissed her forehead, then found the cane in question. It was a rattan cane, well cared for, not too thin or too thick. Matt swished it a few times, finding the balance again. The he pressed it to the top of her ass, and moved down, as though looking for just the right spot. He found it at the tender crease where her thighs and bottom met.

Swish... CRACK

And just like that it was over.
 
Swish... Crack... and like that it began, the burning trail of fire that seperated her ass from her thighs.

Jesus! He wasn't joking when he said it would hurt!! She sucked in a breath, and struggled to breathe her way through the firey pain.

She was still tied, and couldn't rub her sore ass as she wanted to, and she was rather hoping that Matt was planning of kissing her all better too.

The tormenting tickles were all forgotten, and just the deep throb of that one crack of the cane consumed her.
 
Matt returned the cane to it's place, then swiftly untied Yvonne's thighs, unhooked her ankles, then unhooked her wrists and finished untying the rope. The last blow had left a deep red welt right along the tender flesh. He wrapped his arms around her middle and eased her up and onto the bed face down still.

"There, all done little one. Stay still for a moment, you can rub your backside if you feel the need. I just need to get one more thing."

Yvonne instantly did begin rubbing her abused bottom, but had to do so carefully so as not to make it worse. It took Matt only a few moments to locate the cream he was looking for, then he returned to her side and began gently applying it to some of the darker spots. But he avoided that last one.

"The last blow will be a reminder of your punishment. It will fade on its own, and every time you have to hold your breath to sit down, think about all you endured to keep us together."

Matt leaned over and kissed her deeply.

"I love you Yvonne, don't ever forget that."
 
"There, all done little one. Stay still for a moment, you can rub your backside if you feel the need. I just need to get one more thing."

Ouch! She certainly did want to rub her ass, but as soon as she touched it, she realised that she needed to do so ginerly! What she needed, really needed was a bucket of ice water to sit it, to soothe her burning backside!!


Matt was back quickly, with a pot of salve, and he applied it tenderly to her abused ass, and it was immediately soothing. But he didn't touch the sorest of all, the burning throbbing line from the cane.

"The last blow will be a reminder of your punishment. It will fade on its own, and every time you have to hold your breath to sit down, think about all you endured to keep us together."

Yvonne sucked in a breath, and remained laying on her tummy. She was thinking of their three and a half hour flight to Mexico! The thought alone of sitting all that time was excruciating!!

"I love you Yvonne, don't ever forget that."

"I wont. I love you too, with every fibre of my being. Don't you ever forget that, and I know you wont allow me to forget it either!!"
 
Matt smiled, kissing the back of Yvonne's neck softly.

"Of course I'll never let you forget."

Once he was done with the salve, he rested one hand on her backside, she had a very nice ass. It was one of the things he'd noticed before they got together, she didn't flaunt it much, but the skirts she wore definitely highlighted it.

"Don't worry about the flight, I'm sure we could find you a pillow or something to sit on. Or you can just squirm for much of the flight. I'm ok with either option."

He smiled, then gently started rubbing Yvonne's shoulders. They hadn't been strained by the bondage, but he felt like caring for her a little bit, and rubbing her neck, shoulders, back, it clearly had a relaxing effect on her.

"Go ahead sleep Yvonne. I have to run out for a bit, but nothing too serious. I'll be back very soon. If you're not tired, do me a favor and stay naked. When I get back if you're awake I'll give you a foot rub. If you're asleep I'll wake you up and give you one anyway."

One more kiss behind her ear, then Matt quickly got changed. Nothing formal, comfortable jeans and a short sleeved button down shirt. He checked the clock, they'd got back around 5:30, it was now a little after six. Plenty of time.
 
Yvonne's eyes closed almost before Matt closed the door! Pent up emotion had drained from her as she had cried as Matt had alternately spanked her and tickled her. She slept soundly, a deep and dreamless sleep, and she awoke, sometime later, to find Matt massaging her feet.

She yelped at first, thinking it was more torturous tickling, but then she relaxed and enjoyed it.

"mmmm that feels wonderful!! I shall have to take real good care of you, after this!!"
 
It actually took Matt less time than he anticipated. Being efficient always helped things along. He'd been a little lucky this time around, who'd have thought a genuinely helpful sales person existed? He also stopped at the store, just a few supplies that he'd seen Yvonne needed.

When he got back, he found her sleeping soundly. He spread some more of the oil on his hands and began rubbing her feet. When she woke she tried to pull away, fearful of more tickling. When she realized he wasn't tormenting her she relaxed.

"Hm, I think you shall. For now just enjoy."

He took his time, working her heels, making sure every toe got some treatment, over and over until he worked Yvonne into a very relaxed puddle.
 
Yvonne wondered briefly if she had died and gone to heaven!! Matt's touch was certainly divine, and she loved having her feet massaged at the best of times!!

She moaned into the mattress, and relaxed feeling relaxed, she all but melted into the bed.

"Oh Matt, that is absolutely wonderful! Thank you!"

She was breathless, and her eyes felt heavy, and although she was no longer tired, she felt languid, and she lay there smiling, thinking to herself how very lucky she had been. Lucky she went on that cruise, lucky she met Matt, and they both decided to give it a go, and most especially, lucky that Matt had had the wherewithal to force her to see the stupidity of her ways, when she broke up with him.

She was an exceptionally lucky girl, with an exceptional guy, and she would do well to remember that!!
 
Matt smiled, climbing up beside Yvonne and laying down. He was still dressed, but one hand slipped along her shoulders.

"Of course Yvonne, I like pampering you a little. Though now that you're nice and relaxed you'll agree to almost anything. So get your hips in the air, I want to fuck you."

He gave her backside a gentle pat, it would send little jolts through her but hopefully they were more galvanizing than painful. While she worked her legs under her Matt quickly stripped down to nothing before climbing up behind her and rubbing his erection along her slit.

"You did promise to take care of me after all."

The first penetration was very gentle, just easing the head of his cock into her body and leaving it there, teasing her just a little bit.
 
"Of course Yvonne, I like pampering you a little. Though now that you're nice and relaxed you'll agree to almost anything. So get your hips in the air, I want to fuck you."

It was moments like these, she thought, that he never failed to amaze her, to excite her, to make her throb with need. One moment she was languid, relaxed and limp, and then next he was smacking her ass, telling her to get her hips in the air, because he intended to fuck her!!

She struggled up on her knees, her shoulders still laying on the bed, her ass raised obscenely in the air. His big, firm hands caressed her skin, and he swotted her, making her jump, but not hurting her.

"You did promise to take care of me after all."


Only his cockhead was lodged in her very wet pussy, and she ground her ass backward, trying to take more of him. She wanted him, needed him with unbridled passion, and she wanted to be filled to the brim with him.

She strained, pressing back with her hips, spreading her legs wider to take more of him.

"Oh God, Matt! Master, that feels so good!!"

Yvonne didn't realise just how much she wanted him to fill her until that moment!
 
Matt happily obliged her request, and pushed himself all the way into her. She felt perfect, just like always. He couldn't ever imagine a better feeling than him being with Yvonne. His hands rested on her ass, squeezing the abused cheeks a little as he easily thrust into her body.

"You know, I don't enjoy punishing you. But I do it because I care about you."

He leaned over, kissing behind one of her ears.

"And I do care, so very much."

With that, he snaked one hand around her hips and found her clit. He played gently with it, teasing her and himself as he thrust into her body.
 
Matt's words curled around her heart, and ingrained themselves. She was so lucky to have him! He didn't just care, he cared enough to make sure things got sorted between them, even when she was acting like an ass!!

He fucked her with precision, long, firm strokes, and his thighs abraded her ass with every stroke, sending a little wave of heated pain with her pleasure, giving it an edge.

His lips pressed a little kiss just behind her ear, a place where he knew she was oh-so-sensitive, and she moaned with the pleasure. She never wanted this to end!! She worked her hips backward, helping him to impale her, loving the feeling as he filled her.

The position they were in, was fast becomming Yvonne's favourite, one in which Matt's size, relative to hers, totally dominated her senses, and it felt primal, she felt taken.. and she loved it!!
 
Matt was gentle with Yvonne's clit, he wanted to time her orgasm with his own. Fortunately it wasn't going to take very long, she felt too damn good. And this wasn't a time when he'd hold back. It didn't take much longer, the grip of her walls, the soft exclamations when he contacted her abuse backside, it all felt just perfect.

With a low grunt, Matt felt himself starting to cum. He picked up the intensity for her clit, moving it faster and harder, getting her off just as his body locked up for orgasm. His cock erupted into her body just as her own pleasure peaked and her walls began milking him reflexively.

It went on for a while, then they both relaxed, Yvonne again reclined face down on the bed, Matt moving just enough to be beside her. He draped one arm around her, kissing her lips softly.

"Very good Yvonne. Sleep now, we've got another flight and I'm going to be coming up with deviant ways to tease you."

It wasn't clear if he was playing with her or not, but they were both tired, and let sleep claim them.
 
Yvonne whimpered a couple of times in the night as she moved around and pressed her abused ass against Matt in her sleep, and the resultant soreness especially from the cane, made her scoot away.

Her mind juggled different ideas, seeds that Matt had planted in her mind, muddled up with different things they had done in the exploration of their relationship, snf by the early hours, Yvonne's pussy was pulsing away excitedly.

In her sleep she turned toward Matt, one leg on top of his, and she began to grind against the solid muscle of his thigh, the hair abrading her clit, making her moan.
 
Matt's sleep wasn't truly disturbed by Yvonne's motions, but he was aware of them. She finally seemed to find a comfortable position, her legs straddling one of his and they both were able to sleep better. When they woke up, Matt had an erection nestled comfortably against Yvonne's midriff and he could feel the heat from her sex.

"Morning Yvonne."

He kissed her on the forehead, her body comfortable against his.

"You know, seeing as I'm going to be spoiling you a little, hold still for me."

Matt pulled the covers down, then slithered backwards down her body until his mouth was level with her sex. He didn't speak, just slowly started licking her slit and outer lips, moving deeper very very slowly.
 
yvonne arched her back, lifting her pussy agaisnt Matt's mouth as his tongue delved into her wet, and sensitive folds.

"Oh My God! I could get so used to this!"

She moaned as she revelled in his attentions, trying hard to be good and stay still for him. Matt had a talented mouth - well, he had a talented everything really, but she had a particular fondness for the feel of his lips and tongue on her sex.

She lifted her hands, bringing them to her breasts, and she squeezed, flicking at her nipples with her thumbs, pinching her rock hard nipples, while she squeezed her breasts quite roughly. She lifted her head, and extended her tongue, lashing her nipples one at a time, while she arched under Matt's mouth.

"I'm going to cum soon, Matt! but first, I want you, I want to suck your cock for you now!! " she moaned, partly by way of asking permission. She wanted him, wanted to pleasure him too, so she swung around in the bed, until her head hung off the side of the mattress, and moaning with pleasure, she sucked Matt's shaft into her mouth, sucking him, as he licked her.
 
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