Caning, lashing and whipping in the sex club

(2^nd part to “Tied Up and Covered in Cum”)

I held true to my word about going back to the sex club. Ever since 12 guys had cum on top of my bound, tied-up body, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. At night, I could hardly get to sleep because the images of being restrained while everyone’s cum shot out and landed on my exposed body kept me up. I was constantly wet, even at work. It was becoming a real problem, to be honest, because I wasn’t getting any of my assignments done. 

I figured maybe the best thing to do was to go back and get more of it out of my system. I had signed up for the sex club’s Facebook page and ended up chatting with Grant on Facebook Messenger. He had been the first one to fuck me the last time I was at the club, and he also added Zoe (who I had met there as well) to the chat.

“Are you just into being tied up?” she asked.

“No,” I replied instantly. “I’m into tons of things. . .”

Grant sent an angel emoji, and it made me wonder what he had up his sleeve.

I got dressed that Saturday night in a skimpy black dress and tall black boots. My brown hair was simple and straight, and I decided at the last minute to leave the panties at home. I figured they’d be coming off at some point anyway.

The atmosphere at the club was the same as last time, if not more charged. I noticed a lot of familiar faces (and cocks), but also several new people. 

Grant and Zoe were the first ones to see me, coming over with open arms. Zoe’s dark hair was braided down her back, and Grant looked as hot and buff as ever.

“Glad you made it, Ava,” said Grant, smiling down at me. He was so tall, I realized.

“Of course.” I looked around the room. “I never really got a good look at the place the last time I was here.”

“Oh! Let’s give her the grand tour!” chimed Zoe, looking excited. “So over there, we have the couch area. It’s clearly being used, as you can see.”

I looked over to the large leather couches in the corner of the club to see two couples fucking side by side, completely naked. The women’s breasts were bouncing up and down. 

“And over here,” Zoe continued, “is the stocks.”

A man was in the stocks as we spoke, being fucked from behind by a woman wearing a strap-on. There were several people standing around watching the show.

“And here,” said Grant, motioning to a small room off the back, “is my favorite place.”

“What is it?”

I peered inside to see a wall covered in several spanking implements, and a leather bench clearly designed for someone to bend over. There was also a single chair in the room, which felt ominous. I could picture being forced over someone’s knee in that chair.

Right on cue, Grant took me by the hand and led me into the room. His dark eyes looked into mine. 

“You said you were into a lot of things, right?”

I bit my lip. “Yes. . .” My pussy started to throb when I saw all of the things on the wall up close—whips, canes, floggers. The most my ex-boyfriend had ever done was smack his open palm against my ass a couple of times.

Grant led me over to the leather bench and bent me over it. He lifted up my dress and let out a laugh when he saw my naked ass.

“Someone came prepared.” 

I wiggled my butt a little bit, unable to resist taunting him. Zoe was still behind me too, and she ran her hands over my ass cheeks while Grant went to get a toy off the wall.

“I’ll warm her up for you,” Zoe said, wailing against my ass now with hard smacks. 

Grant came back with a cane and took over where Zoe stood. 

“You ready?” he said, gently tapping the end of the cane against my ass. 

I swallowed hard. “Yes. I’m ready.”

I don’t know if anyone could be ready for that. The cane’s hit was sharp and felt like a huge bee sting against my ass. It continued over and over, quickly warming up my skin and making me yelp with each hit.

“FUCK!” I shouted, unable to keep it in. My legs wiggled back and forth, as though that would do anything to ease the pain.

Several people heard my cries and came into the room to watch me get my ass beat. Their eyes on me only turned me on more. 

“Wow, she’s turning bright red!” 

“What an ass on her.”

Hearing that only made me hornier. I wasn’t surprised to find that when Zoe came over and reached in between my legs, she found me dripping wet. She pressed her fingers into my pussy ever so slightly, and I couldn’t help but push my body back against her touch.

Suddenly, her fingers were replaced by Grant’s cock. I knew it was his before I even looked back, because he was the biggest cock I had ever taken. There was no mistaking it.

He held onto my waist while he fucked me, thrusting against my wet hole while everyone watched. It was hot, having an audience, and I felt impressed with myself by being able to take a dick as big as Grant’s so easily.

While he fucked me, he didn’t give my ass a break and started spanking me. They weren’t gentle spanks either, but heavy smacks that made me cry out in pain. 

I lost track of how much time passed before Grant came inside me. I was weak and dizzy bent over that bench, grateful that it helped keep me standing. His cum shot into my pussy in a huge, warm gush, and when he finally pulled out, a huge puddle of it spilled onto the floor.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” said one of the spectators, admiring the mess.

Grant wasn’t finished with me yet. He pulled me over to the chair, where he sat down and dragged me over his legs. I thought he was going to spank me again, but instead, he pulled my hands behind my back and used his other arm to keep my legs straight down.

Then Zoe approached us with the leather whip in her hand, and I knew what was about to happen.

“Are you ready, Ava?” she asked, her voice sounding delighted about being able to add to the torment of my ass.

“Yes,” I said, though I was wavering a little bit. I had never been whipped before, and if it was anything like the cane. . .

“Ahhh, OUCH! FUCK!” I shrieked, flailing my legs upwards as the whip came down against my sore ass.

“Stay still,” commanded Grant, using his strong arms to wedge my legs back down. His other hand held my wrists firmly pinned together behind my back.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” said Zoe.

She brought the whip down again, the leather cracking against my skin. She started to get faster after that, smacking my ass over and over, until tears started to prick at my eyes. My ass was completely on fire, and each hit of the whip felt like it was breaking my skin.

Zoe finally paused for a moment, letting Grant rub my sore ass cheeks. It was painful, but also felt good. His touch was gentle and soft.

“You ready to finish up here? We had one more thing in mind, but if you—”

“Let’s do it,” I interrupted. “I want to.”

My ass was throbbing and burning, but I didn’t want to be finished. I wanted them to push me to my limits. 

Zoe and Grant walked me over to the side of the room and had me place my hands above my head, against the wall. I knew what was coming. 

With the whip in Zoe’s hand and the cane in Grant’s, they started to take their turns on my ass. I arched my back so that my butt stuck out, and I tried to stay as still as possible. 

“Here we go, Ava!” said Grant from behind me.

The cane struck first, causing me to jump up onto my toes.

“Stay still,” said Zoe, with a click of her tongue.

It was the most challenging thing I’ve ever had to do, to stay in one place while my ass was being assaulted by a cane and a whip. Even though it brutally hurt, I loved the feeling of the pain radiating through my body, of my ass turning red against their toys. 

The session went on for a several minutes, until I physically could hardly stand anymore. Grant and Zoe looked like their arms were tired anyway. I was grateful when Grant picked me up and carried me over to the couch at the front of the club, rolling me onto my stomach across his lap so he could gently rub my ass. Zoe came over with some ice and began to cool down my flaming skin.

“You took it like a champ,” she said, looking truly impressed.

I smiled weakly. “Thanks.”

“We didn’t scare you off, did we?” said Grant. 

I laughed. “Not a chance.”

If anything, I thought, they had only made me want to come back here again and again. . .