"Lyssa, I can't believe what your saying. You won't have sex with me of your own accord, but you would have me beat you into submission. I can't get my head around that. I feel like I'm in some weird waking dream. Do you mean that you'd allow me to beat you without condemning me for it? I find this so bizarre that I'm not certain you actually said what I think I heard."
"Jo, I can't do what you want without being forced. If you want me to do it, you'll just have to, as you said, beat me into submission. Jo, I have to be open about things. My parents taught me to be honest even though it may cause problems. I have trouble even with fibs or little white lies."
"Lys, this is unreal. You are unreal. You must be pulling my chain. No one tells someone else how to get herself to cooperate -- to do something she doesn't want to do."
"I do mean it, Jo. I'm willing to let you hurt me, so that I can help you. It's the only way."
"You are some sort of angel. I can't believe you're real. Will you tell me if I hurt you too much?"
"No, Jo, that wouldn't work. You will have to hurt me until I can't tolerate it."
"Sugar plum, let's sleep on it. I have such mixed emotions right now that I think I'll explode."
Joanna woke the next morning with Lyssa sucking on her nipple. She was instantly turned on. Again, she licked Lyssa to orgasm but stayed away from the girl's G Spot.
"I'm ready, Jo. Can we go down to the basement?"
They had breakfast. No. Lyssa had breakfast. Joanna was too agitated. You would think it was Joanna who would be beaten or ...
They went down to the basement and Joanna opened the 'equipment' cabinet.
"Which one of these instruments do you want me to use on you, honey?"
"Which one will hurt the most and make me give in the quickest? Let's not prolong this, Jo."
Jo took out a two-inch wide strap and told Lyssa to stand in the middle of the room. Lyssa clasped her hands atop her head, moved her legs apart, and braced herself. The stroke caught her at the bottom of her buttocks. She screamed, rubbed the bruised cheeks, and danced around a little.
"That won't work, Jo. I feel like running to get away from the pain. Can you tie me, so I can't move?"
"Yes, honey. Stay there."
Joanna moved the triangular bar to a hook near the center of the room and lowered it. She cuffed Lyssa's wrists and clipped them to the ends of the bar. She pressed the winch motor button until Lyssa was lifted two inches off the floor. She picked up the belt and swung it, hitting Lyssa across her bottom again. Lyssa screamed and kicked her legs causing her to spin several times.
This wasn't working either. Joanna retrieved a spreader bar from the cabinet, cuffed Lyssa's ankles, and attached them to the spreader bar. She took two, flanged eyebolts from the cabinet and pressed them into spring-loaded caps in the floor about four feet apart. She twisted and locked them into place; she fastened the spreader bar to the eyebolts and when the winch button was pressed again, Lyssa was spread eagled in mid air.
Using a switch - a cane - this time, she struck Lyssa's bottom and thighs a half dozen times. Each time, Lyssa would scream which caused Joanna to cry. She couldn't bear Lyssa's shrieks. She took off her panties and stuffed them into the girl's mouth. They were drenched from Joanna's excitement and calmed Lyssa down a little. Joanna hit the girl a half dozen more times, expecting her to cry 'enough' through the panties gag, but she didn't.
"Lys, I just can't hit you anymore. It's causing me as much pain as it does you. Furthermore, it's leaving welts on your ass -- bottom that probably won't fade for days if not weeks; your skin is so soft. I'm letting you down. We'll have to think of something else."
Joanna began lowering the girl. When it was obvious that Lyssa's legs wouldn't hold her, Joanna draped the girl over her shoulder as she pressed the down button. When freed from the spreader bars, Lyssa rubbed her bottom and allowed herself to be carried to the table. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she wasn't crying.
"Pull your knees back, honey. I'm going to eat -- lick you. Maybe that'll soothe your pain."
She pushed her tongue into the girl's vagina and was rewarded with a mouthful of fluid. Lyssa was soaking wet and still pumping more. Joanna had to suck for a few minutes until Lyssa was dry enough for friction. Licking the girl's clitoris, Joanna also stroked her G Spot. On cue, Lyssa ejaculated -- over both of them. After another shower, Joanna took Lyssa back to the bedroom where she applied lotion to the girl's buttocks. She couldn't stop herself from raining kisses on the plump bottom. They curled up together and slept for several hours until they were both feeling better. However, Lyssa was no closer to pleasing Joanna than she was before the beating. She seemed to have a very high pain threshold. Later that afternoon, they returned to the basement. Lyssa looked through the cabinet and found some odd looking clips.
"Maybe you won't have to beat me again. These may work, Jo."
Joanna had the girl sit on the table with her feet up beside her. She nudged Lyssa's knees further apart and was about to attach the clips to the girl's pubic lips.
"Lys, you have only vestiges of inner labia. I'll have to clip your outer lips."
Lyssa nodded and leaned back on her elbows. Joanna clipped those tender lips and waited.
"It hurts a lot, Jo, but it's not enough. I can still tolerate the pain. Clip them to my nipples."
"Unbelievable," thought Joanna. "This girl is telling me how to torture her."
Joanna pulled the clips from Lyssa's nether lips and applied the first one to a nipple. Lyssa shrieked and pulled the clip off.
"You'll have to tie my hands, Jo. That was an automatic response."
Joanna replaced the wrist cuffs and snapped the girl's hands behind her back.
Again, she clipped a nipple and Lyssa's legs shot out and kicked Joanna so hard that she fell backward onto the floor. Still winded from the kick, she got up and took the clip off Lyssa's nipple. Lyssa was evidently in a lot of pain; she was crying uncontrollably. Joanna led the girl back to the triangle bar hanging from the ceiling hook. She fastened Lyssa's hands, still behind her back, to the bar causing the girl to bend over - not looking into Joanna's eyes. After fastening the girl's feet to the floor bolts and putting her panties into Lyssa's mouth, Joanna replaced the nipple clamp. Lyssa screamed through the panty gag and tried to get free. Joanna attached the second nipple clamp and Lyssa spit the panties out of her mouth and began shrieking.
"Jo, enough, it's enough, I'll do what you want. Please take the clamps off. They're going to pinch my nipples off. I can't stand the pain. Please, Jo, ..." She fainted.
Joanna hurriedly removed the clamps, took the girl down and carried her back to the bedroom.
Lyssa awoke in the morning and inspected her nipples. She thought that they would be crushed or gone. Other than a slight soreness, they were fine. Joanna was still asleep as Lyssa moved down and, true to her word, began to kiss Joanna's genitals. She wanted to do this before Joanna woke up; she couldn't face Joanna, as she was so embarrassed that she was performing oral sex on another woman. Lyssa tentatively licked the woman's vagina, slowly and gently at first, but as it was much more pleasurable than she had anticipated, she lost herself in the moment. With almost a roar, Joanna orgasmed, waking from a dream in which Lyssa had had her smooth cheeks between Joanna's thighs and was licking her. Lyssa had to hold tight to Joanna's hips to keep from being bucked off; she continued licking Joanna's vagina. Joanna realized that she wasn't dreaming anymore and that Lyssa actually had licked her to orgasm. She sat up, pulled the young woman up to her face, began kissing her, and licking her own juices from that sweet face. She almost passed out from the emotions she was feeling.