When Pamela received her first smack from Black Jack's bare hand she reacted by uttering a very loud, "Whoosh!"
The smack stung more than she had anticipated leaving her momentarily breathless. Her ass inwardly tingled and outwardly wiggled; both involuntarily. After the shock of the smack dissipated, a burning sensation took over. Black Jack had a set pattern to his bare hand spanking. The sequence started with a slap dead center of her ass with the middle of his hand covering the crack of her ass. The second smack struck the right ass cheek; the third smack completing the sequence struck the left ass cheek.
Pamela continued to squeak after each blow, but she was getting accustomed to the administered hurt. She was actually starting to seriously enjoy herself as the throbbing pain changed like alchemy to coursing pleasure. She believed she ought not to be reveling in the spanking, but the heat caused by the spanks aroused her into perpetual orgasmic state. Her euphoria got to her to a point whereby she desired even more pain as the spanks were now rather tame.
In the careful what you wish for department, Black Jack did increase the velocity and the intensity of his bare hand spanking. Pamela formed the impression that he was now striking her with the maximum force he was capable of. After each of these more forceful blows she grunted in reaction; each grunt left no doubt at the pain she experienced. The pleasure was now disappearing, but the desire of being impaled by Black Jack's cock was a more determinative factor. She wanted Black Jack's cock so much that she was prepared to endure more pain than she would otherwise tolerate. By now a brilliant rosy red coloring covered the women's derrieres as Black Jack stopped his bare hand spanking. He switched to a leather belt, a standard wide western style one. The belt had been shortened to eliminate the buckle and the fitting holes so that it would produce an even blow when making contact. The belt had a different sting than Black Jack's bare hands. Although not more hurtful the sting of the belt did render the nerves raw and set them on edge. The belt beatings did cause each of the female's asses to quiver.
Pamela was now shrieking at each strike of the belt. These shrieks signified a more agonizing suffering that Pamela was experiencing. Her mind was overcome with pain and her brain was numbed. Slowly she became accustomed to this new level of pain and thus capable of tolerating it better. A red hot burning heat emanating from the blows on her ass took hold of her entire body. The fiery heat ignited her passion such that she could block out the pain sensations and thus absorb more punishment, although she continued to shriek at each stroke. Considering the anguish Pamela voiced, Black Jack periodically asked if Pamela wanted to utter her safe word, but Pamela was determined to persevere.
Each woman's ass showed bruises and some welts. Some of the welts had turned to an ugly purple color. To the average person who abhors torture and suffering, the bruises and welts would appear sickening and inspire disgust. To a dominant like Black Jack it enflamed his passion and he was soon sporting a full erection, a spectacle in of itself. Now anxious to get to the copulation part of this session he switched to the use of strap, hoping soon to induce one of the females to surrender quickly.
Although this strap was only slightly heavier than the belt it had a rough sandpaper like surface which produced a more blistering stroke. Pamela was now shrieking on a higher pitch with these blows. There was no doubt that her agony was now much more intense. The exertion was causing her to perspire profusely and sweat was slithering down her face in rivulets. In addition, her vagina was producing copious amount of her female juices in reaction to the burning pain. Again Black Jack asked Pamela if she wanted to stop but Pamela indignantly refused to yield.
Meanwhile Sally was also reaching an almost intolerable distress level. She was not as vocal as Pamela and so only emitted slight gasps or grunts at each spanking blow. This belied the actual hurt she was truly feeling from the blows. In the previous two spankings she had participated in past club orgies, she had yielded during midway of the belt spanking period. When she originally made the appointment with Black Jack this time around, she had the goal to get to the strap spanking stage. If there was not this competition with Pamela, Sally knew she would have been uttering her safe word at this point. But goaded by the desire not to appear a wimp to Pamela, she did not want to lose. Especially spurring her on was the realization she would feel humiliated to lose to Pamela who was sixteen years her junior and relatively a novice to sex especially to kinky sex.
To help her to endure, Sally resorted to mind games. Remembering in reality how joyful she had felt on learning of the death of her first two lovers, one of whom was the father of her child, she now felt the total inappropriateness of such reaction. Thus, the beating she was now receiving appeared to be just punishment for her sinful thoughts. So in her mind, she came to the conclusion that to be right with God she must meekly submit to Black Jack's punishment and voice no complaints. With such mindset Sally was able to persevere.
At this point, Black Jack was getting exhausted by his exertions. He was amazed and shocked at the stamina of Pamela and Sally as he had been inflicting more pain than he had ever before. He had always had his previous victims quit before the third stroke of the strap when employing only about half the force he had been applying on Pamela and Sally. Determined to bring an end immediately, he switched to the whip. The whip was like a cat of nine tails but it had only a single lash but two knots designed to produce exquisite pain. When he struck Pamela after having first struck Sally, Pamela screamed at the top of her voice:
"Holy shit! Aw fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! God that fucking hurts..."
Her scream was by far the most agonizing scream of pain yet uttered. After she received the second blow, which completed by design "X" marked red stripes on her ass, Pamela knew she could not continue. Maliciously she decided to wait to utter her safe word not until Sally received her third stroke from the whip. However, before Black Jack could strike he had to call a halt as Sally was bleeding from her welts. Club rules prohibited further punishment in BDSM activities once blood is drawn and thus Pamela was the winner. Sally was relieved that although she had lost it was not a humiliation as she had not quit.
Both women collapsed on their respective tables and were hyperventilating as a result of their exertions, trying to regain their composure. Black Jack applied appropriate ointment to stop Sally's bleeding and produced salves to ease the pain. Black Jack also provided each woman with a moist towel containing aloe to apply to their sore bottoms. Alarmed at the obvious distress both Pamela and Sally were in; Black Jack suggested for safety that perhaps they ought to forgo the planned copulation.
Pamela instantly and vehemently retorted, "No fucking way! I haven't endured this spanking so as to be deprived of what I fucking want. And I want your magnificent black cock in my pussy! I am entitled to it! But perhaps you can help me to get to the bed, I am afraid I'm probably going to be walking funny."
Sally chimed in, "Hey don't forget me. I claim my share of the fun in return for the punishment I have received. I believe I too need assistance to get to the bed."
Both Pamela and Sally hobbled off their respective table and Black Jack was there to help. Each woman had flipped their soothing towel over their shoulder. With Pamela on his right and Sally on his left, Black Jack held each woman to his body to ensure they stay upright as they walked slowly to the nearest bed. Each womanl clasped one of Black Jack's shoulders. Each woman with her free hand grasped Black Jack's cock, no doubt to comfort themselves. In such fashion the trio wended their way to a bed providing a weird sight for any flies on the wall.
When they arrived, Sally gingerly got on the bed first. She positioned herself in the center of the bed on her back. She had placed the soothing towel under her rump to allow her to tolerate her still sensitive painful posterior and assuage the burning sensation of her beating. Pamela then climbed on to the bed and assumed the '69' position on top of Sally. With her knees surrounding Sally's head, Pamela bent down to immediately start muff diving Sally's cunt. Pamela's movements were essentially robotic and dictated by the urgent need to seek solace from the now pervasive burning heat throbbing throughout her body and consuming all feelings.
Sally accomplished some tentative licks on Pamela's cunt while awaiting arrival of Black Jack's cock, as Pamela was appealing, "I need your big black cock, please get into the bed...please!"
