Chapter 23
Laura & Lou – Part 3 (Early March, 1984)
Lou let her contemplate the situation for a moment, and then attached a clamp to each nipple. As he tightened them, her breath audibly registered the new sensations.
"Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass."
Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he began slapping her cheeks, spreading them around so that in no time at all they were rosy red, with his hand prints evident on her firm buttocks.
She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each swat produced a moan, or an attempt to deflect it. Time seemed to have stopped for Laura.
He switched from spanking her with his hand to using a paddle that quickly turned her rear a bright red. Then, just a suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He went into the bathroom, leaving her to compose herself.
What next?
Laura asked herself as she rubbed her hands over her very tender rump. But her thoughts changed from speculation to apprehension when he returned with a black cloth in his left hand.
"I'm going to blindfold you for a while." He said, while covering her eyes and tying a knot in the cloth. She couldn't see a thing. Taking her hand, he led her around to the edge of the sofa. She felt the cushion pressing against her shins.
"Lie down," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come. She felt another twinge of fear, but did as asked without comment. As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far and was surprised to discover her arousal had grown, and now her concern was that she would stain his sofa with her juices.
"A towel?" she said, the plea in her voice obvious.
"A towel, why?"
"I... I'm afraid I'll stain your sofa... I'm getting ... excited down there."
"Good girl. I appreciate your anticipating spotting my sofa."
He was gone for a moment, and needing release, Laura started to touch her clit, but Lou returned and caught her in the act. He slapped her across the face. It was a light slap, but it was just as effective as if he'd hit her as hard as he could. She had not heard him return, and that had surprised her more than the slap itself.
Lou tucked a large towel under her, and a moment later she heard a match being struck, and smelled the odor of sulfur.
He's going to burn me!
And she nearly panicked at the thought.
"STAY STILL!" Lou yelled into her face. And she froze, save for the trembling that she could not overcome. Her sense of hearing began to compensate for the loss of sight, and she sensed his presence leaning over her. A moment later he began removing the nipple clamps.
Jesus! I'd forgotten all about them!
A second later the first drop of wax from a candle fell four inches, landing on her left nipple.
Laura screamed.
When the expected pain did not come, she started to relax her rigid form only to repeat the action as the second drop of heated wax splattered on her other nipple.
"Oh, God, I thought..."
The slap of his hand on her breast was sharp and surprisingly painful, as it was unexpected. Laura lost control and began to cry.
He paid no attention to her, and continued to drip molten wax on her nipples. Eventually, she stopped crying, and what Lou did next brought her to the edge of the orgasm she had sought for so long.
Unbeknownst to her, Lou had taken some shaved ice from a bowl, and allowed it to melt in the heat of his mouth while at the same time the wax began to cool and harden on her nipples.
He deftly removed the molds of wax from each breast, and put them aside. He would keep them as a souvenir of their first time together.