Unblocing Carole

Chapter 8: Carole Gets Her Wish

They moved down the hall towards the bedroom, shedding clothes as they progressed-her sandals, his shoes, his shirt-stopping to kiss with each item they removed. Once they reached their goal, she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it to a corner of the room.

She knelt to lower his trousers and underpants. His cock was already standing to attention. Gently, she took it in one hand and popped the end into her mouth. Looking up at him, she could see that his eyes were closed as he was relishing the sensation.

After a few moments, he maneuvered her onto the bed. The sheets felt uncomfortable against her ass, and particularly against her shoulder blades, which had been freshly whipped earlier that day. Ignoring her grimace of discomfort, he slowly spread her legs and began nuzzling her bush, inhaling deeply. She knew she must smell ripe, having been wet almost non-stop for the past two days, but he seemed to revel in it, inhaling deeply.

Then, he moved down, nuzzling her pussy, running his tongue over her outer lips and then, inserting the tip of his tongue inside her. He looked up at her, seeming to delight in her pleasure. Slowly, he licked upwards, almost reaching her swollen clitoris. Carole was beside herself with desire now. She squirmed to bring her clit into contact with his probing tongue, as she had squirmed under the lash, but this time reaching for pleasure, rather than trying to avoid pain.

She knew she was very close to orgasm. She didn't want him to stop, even for a second, but she wanted her first orgasm with him, the one she had been aching for ever since she had sent him that message, to be with him inside her. "I want you in me," she said. "Please." He stopped and looked up at her. 'What would he do?' she wondered.

He slid up her body and rubbed his cock against her pubic hair and then slid the tip inside. She gasped.

"You're very wet," he said.

"Is that a surprise?" she asked.

"Hardly," he replied, pressing into her until his cock was as far inside her as it could go.

He rocked gently back and forth. It felt incredible for her, but his weight was pressing her whipped back against the mattress. She worried that the spots where the skin had split under the lash might bleed again. "Would it be OK, if I got on top?"

"Sure," he replied. "I like it when I can lie back and let the woman do all the work."

He got off her and rolled onto his back next to her. She climbed on top of him, noting that, despite her fears, there was no blood on the sheets. She slid down on him easily, feeling herself filled, just as she had been wanting.

He reached up and played with her tits as she moved on his cock. The welts from the whip were sore and he wasn't being that gentle, but, somehow, Carole didn't mind. In fact, the combination of pain and pleasure was just what she craved.

She felt the tension building, like a roller coaster climbing the hill, building up for the big plunge. His eyes were closed and she knew he was almost there, too.

"I'm going to come," she gasped.

"Me, too," he said, his voice thick with tension.

He moved his hands down from her breasts to her hips, grasping her tightly. She lifted off, almost letting his cock fall out of her and then collapsed down onto him. She did it again. He moaned, "Oh, god!" and she felt him spurt inside her and then all she felt was the waves of pleasure spreading down to her toes and up to the top of her head and seeming to go on forever, before she finally felt herself going limp.

She sat on top of him for a few moments, her head spinning, out of breath as she had been while being punished. She looked down at him. He was smiling.

"Was that what you wanted?" he asked.

"Wanted?" she replied. "Craved desperately is more like it."

He was getting soft now, so she rolled off him and lay on her side next to him, stroking his chest.

"You know, technically, you didn't deserve that, since you haven't finished the story yet."

She laughed. "I can assure you that I will. I feel totally unblocked now. I know I can get it done by the end of tomorrow."

"I'm going to trust you, because I have the video."

Carole hadn't forgotten and didn't take the threat idly. "I swear, I'll have it done and posted by tomorrow at this time," she promised.

"I'll accept that for now and leave you to it in the morning. I need to go back tomorrow to take care of some fairly urgent business that's come up."

"And you can't take care of it from here, online or by phone?"

He shook his head. "Unfortunately, no."

Carole was disappointed. "I'm really sorry to hear that. I was hoping we could have some good times together."

"There are certainly a lot of things we could explore, Carole. Things you might hate as they happen but that might be good for your development as a writer. Though it would have to be done at my place. I couldn't get everything I need in the car."

Carole shivered at the thought of what he might have at his house. "It's something to think about," she said, enigmatically.

"You do know that the writer's block could come back? It's an occupational hazard."

"I would imagine that's possible," she admitted.

"If it does, I think we would need more in depth work. You'd have to commit for at least a week, and very possibly quite a bit longer. It's not something to take lightly."

"No, I would think not."

"Well, give it some thought. We'll stay in touch."

Carole lay back and imagined herself turning herself over to him for an extended period. She didn't know what exactly he had in mind, but she pictured herself locked in a cage, having to serve his whims, and of course being punished harshly for any transgressions, real or imagined. The thought scared her, but, to her shame, also aroused her. She could feel new secretions in her vagina, mixing with his semen.

She bent her head and took him into her mouth, tasting the dried juices that coated the shaft. She felt him harden under her stimulation. "I want you to fuck me again, James," she said.

"Get on all fours, your ass up in the air, Carole. I want to take you from behind."

She arranged herself as ordered. It was more or less the position she had assumed on his whipping bench. He got behind her and impaled his cock inside her pussy, thrusting his hips back and forth as she moaned in pleasure.

After a moment, he stopped and withdrew. "Is everything OK?" she asked.

"Just hold that position," he instructed. He left and quickly returned.

Carole turned around to watch him as he returned to the bedroom, staring in shock. He was carrying that horrible whip. "But, I'm writing. The block is gone. Over. Put that awful thing away."

"I believe you," he said. "But you pulled one over on me and I can't let that go unpunished."

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked, truly puzzled.

"I mean your choice of restaurant."

'Where is he going with this?' she wondered. "You didn't like Gino's?"

"Oh, the food was fine," he replied. ""But I didn't like the lighting."

"The lighting?" she asked, pretending not to know what he was getting at, though she had a pretty strong suspicion.

"The point of us going out was for people to see the whip marks on your skin, to know that you'd been punished and that I was the one who had put them there. You picked what must be the darkest place in the entire area. And, to top it off, you booked a table outside so you wouldn't have to parade the signs of your shame through the entire establishment."

"No, that's not true," she protested. "It's just a really nice romantic place that I thought you would enjoy."

He shook his head. "I don't like to be played with. Get back in position, ass up," he ordered.

She obeyed, but twisted her head so she could see behind her. She watched him draw the whip back and slash it against her ass, which was just on its way to healing from the strapping and caning it had received the day before.

The pain was awful. "No!" Carole shrieked. "Stop!"

He struck again. "Ohhhh!" she cried.

"One more should do it," he said.

"Noooo!" she pleaded, but he struck again.

Then, before the pain had even abated, he was back inside her, moving purposefully towards his climax. "Nothing better than fucking a freshly whipped ass," he said. The pressure of his pelvis against the newly re-activated nerve endings in her buttocks mingled with the pleasure of his cock filling her pussy.

She moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain and then the orgasm was on her. She shouted, "Oh, fuck! Yes!" as her legs shook and she felt him release inside of her once again.

He rolled off her and lay there panting for a few minutes while she was too paralyzed to move. When she finally collapsed onto her side, he was close to asleep. She picked up the whip that he had dropped and ran her hands over the tails. 'That's my sweat and blood on there,' she thought. 'He'll carry that with him.'

She dozed off, thinking about finishing her story tomorrow and wondering if she'd be ever be brave enough to go and visit him as he had proposed.

THE END