Spanking Erotica
Lazy Susan
Tied to a rotating table and surrounded by her workmates, naked and holding whips. Susan’s disciplinary is about to start…
The blindfold was lifted and the table Susan was kneeling on started to rotate slowly. She watched as four hard cocks and two pussies floated past her. Her knees were apart, strapped to one edge of the table so that her shins and feet overhung into space. Her wrists were tightly tied down on the opposite edge. The position was obviously meant to leave all her holes accessible to the assembled party.
She tried to lift her head to look up and see their faces, but a collar around her neck was secured to a rod that was attached to the tabletop. This prevented her from moving her head more than an inch or so.
The scene was illuminated by a light above her so the guests faded into darkness at about waist level. It seemed she was not going to know which of her workmates had fucked her.
What she could see was that each person held something in their right hand apart from one. There were two riding crops, a cane, two leather tawse and the sixth held a vicious looking, needle-thin whip, but in her left hand. That had to be her boss, Kate.
The table stopped so that Susan was facing her, her eyes level with the neatly trimmed bush of Kate’s pussy.
“You have agreed your conduct warrants this discipline,” Kate said.
“I have Ma’am,” Susan tried to look up
“You are lazy, you are frequently late, you have failed to complete tasks and left them for your colleagues to sort out, you have been disruptive and a complete pain in the arse. That will now be repaid.”
Susan winced as if she had already been spanked. Did she really have to list everything? She thought.
“You have a safe word.”
Susan nodded as much as the collar would allow.
Kate stepped forward and grabbed Susan’s hair, pulling her head up so the collar bit into the back of her neck.
“The correct response is, yes Ma’am,” she growled.
“Yes Ma’am,” Susan said, her face so close to Kate’s pussy that the dark hairs almost tickled her nose.
“You may use it at any time and we will return to a more conventional form of discipline. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Susan said.
She was about to get whipped and fucked by six people and could already feel a trickle of anticipation slipping down her inner thigh. There was no way she was going to exchange this for a dreary office hearing.
“We will begin,” Kate said
Susan squealed, someone had cracked a tawse across her behind, sending stinging sensations through her, and at the same time the table began to turn slowly. The tawse slapped her again before it was replaced by something more rigid that bit into her flesh, making her gasp.
Excitement began to fire through her as what she assumed was a riding crop snapped at her again. Her breasts swung beneath her as each strike caused her body to jolt and she could feel her nipples aching as they swelled.
Then there was the flat whack of a tawse. This instructor managed three hard strokes, one of which caught a line from the previous crop and she squealed again. Her behind began to burn and she wriggled her hips as she felt the familiar throbbing of excitement between her legs. Then something stung her like a line of bees.
Susan howled, she tried to flatten her body against the table, but the neck restraint meant she could barely move. It was all pointless, as Kate’s thin whip was long and easily reached the tense cheeks of her behind.
“Ow, Oh fuck,” she yelled as a second and third strike landed sending lightning strikes shooting through her body.
The fucking table must have stopped, she thought. She looked down at the floor through tear-filled eyes. No, she was still moving but slowly.
Kate’s whip bit her two more times before there was a crack. Now it was the cane’s turn. It stung her behind, catching some of the lines of pain the whip had left and lighting a fire deep inside her. Her body shuddered as she floated on the edge of coming as a crop took over.
The table continued to rotate and she felt tawse, crop and then tawse again. She gasped as each stroke landed, her body fizzed with arousal and she silently pleaded for a touch to her pussy, her nipples, anywhere that would release her orgasm.
Through the mist in her mind she realised Kate’s whip was next and held her breath. When the first strike landed she gasped and lurched forward. The man opposite Kate had moved closer to the table and his cock slid into Susan’s mouth.
She sucked at it greedily hoping that its taste would dampen the feelings in her behind. It worked, her mind seemed to concentrate on the ripples of flesh that pushed her lips apart and filled her mouth. The whip’s strikes felt like distant echoes across a valley.
Her body trembled as the cock in her mouth triggered the first waves of her orgasm. Somewhere inside her, water was slopping over the edge of a full glass, heralding an earthquake.
The cock slid out of her mouth as the table rotated. The next was larger and was enthusiastically rammed between her lips without waiting for the cane to crack across her. The man managed four or five thrusts before the table turned, presenting Susan with a third, smaller, but hard rod of flesh.
The man brushed the swollen purple head against her lips and she licked at the smooth flesh, tasting the first bitter sweet drops seeping from it.
Next came Kate’s pussy. He boss stepped closer grabbing at Susan’s hair, forcing her head up tight against the collar, pushing her lips against her. At the same time, the man behind Susan slid into her. His cock buried deep in her, sending waves surging through her body that rocked her forward and she fastened her lips against Kate’s cunt.
A tremor ran through her, then the earthquake arrived. Her mind folded in, blackness enveloped her until all she could sense was her tongue between the folds of Kate’s sex and the hard flesh pushing into her from behind.
Her muscles clenched as her cunt enveloped the shaft. Her mind was so focused on the two sexes, that she could feel the smooth texture of the skin and the throbbing in veins inside her. Her tongue felt every fold of Kate’s pussy lips and tasted the savoury flavour of her juices.
The table moved, breaking the contacts and she would have collapsed into a molten heap if the rod had not forced her to stay kneeling.
The next cock was smaller, short but thick. It filled her mouth forcing, her lips into a perfect circle. It still pushed against her throat when her lips reached its base which they did several times as another, larger cock was being rammed into her from behind.
Her pussy tingled and began to respond, but before the waves could build, she was swung again. She found herself faced with a pussy in a voluptuous setting.
The woman had wide hips and heavy thighs. When she stepped forward and grabbed at Susan’s hair to push her face between her legs, she felt as if she was being enveloped. Her hearing dulled and, as she buried her nose in the flesh, she tasted the sweetness of this pussy when her tongue probed as far as she was able between the lips.
Behind her, a cock was pushing at her puckered arse. This guy seemed to have lubed up ready for her but she still gasped into the folds of the woman’s sex as he slid inside her. She wriggled her butt, enjoying the sensations.
His cock popped out and the woman released her grip as she was swung back to face the first cock again. Slowly she processed around her captors, each using her in their own style, until her face was buried in Kate’s pussy again.
Susan began to feel a rhythm and now the table was pausing longer at each position. The cock opposite Kate, the first to make her come, was worked deftly. He ran it up and down her slit, often pressing hard against her clit, the head pushing the hood away, exposing her bud so that she almost came before he slid it back and into her. He fucked her with slow, languorous, strokes.
His fingers bit into her tortured cheeks and his thumb pressed against the puckered opening of her ass sending tingles up her spine. Mr Sensitive, she thought, he knows how to please a woman.
She moaned and sucked at Kate’s pussy lips enthusiastically, despite the pain her boss had inflicted with the whip, as another climax swept through her.
The next she christened Mr Ramrod. He was larger but, presented with a wet, slippery opening, rammed straight into her and used it for his pleasure and his alone. Not that she found it unsatisfying to be just fucked, especially as Mr Thicker was filling her mouth at the same time.
Miss Voluptuous enveloped her, and she would have concentrated solely on the task of pussy licking, if another cock had not been pushing her ass open. She decided he was Mr Anal.
Another rotation and she worked out that Mister Sensitive was in front of her. She suckled greedily at his shaft, wanting to repay some of the pleasure he had given her. Her task was made more difficult as Kate’s needle-like whip was now being laid across her behind with considerable force and skill.
The table moved again and Mister Ramrod treated her mouth with the same force as he had her pussy. Behind her Mr Thick was pushing into her arse, widening her sphincter so that she found herself trying to scream and gag at the same time.
She took the next cock in her mouth, tasting that it had been in her a few minutes ago which meant that the person enthusiastically caning her behind was the voluptuous woman. Susan’s body jerked each time the cane wrapped itself around her. The big woman was strong and was not holding back. Maybe she was one of the people she had annoyed and who had had to clean up when she left a task undone.
When Susan returned to Kate’s pussy, the circuit began again.
Mr Ramrod was the first to cum, filling her mouth. Her knees went weak and her whole body shuddered as she felt Mr Thick pulsing inside her ass. She grunted like a trapped cow, as a climax swept through her, and then his cock slid out and she felt cum trickling from her open ass.
They were followed by Mr Anal who gushed over her face, part of his jet reaching her tits and dripping from her nipple whilst Miss Voluptuous continued to bend her cane across Susan’s behind.
Her mind and her body seemed awash as she felt the ties on her knees and wrists being released and the collar was unbuckled. She collapsed face down onto the table but strong hands grabbed at her and flipped her over. The edge bit into the inflamed cheeks of her behind and her head overhung the opposite side.
Mr Sensitive lifted her legs and pushed them apart. She tried to look up to catch a glimpse of his face but thighs straddled her head and wet, swollen lips pressed against her mouth. At the same time, Mr Sensitive’s cock slid into her.
Kate rocked her hips as Susan pushed her tongue into the warm folds. Her mind seemed to zig-zag between the other woman’s wet, slippery pussy pressed against her face and the feeling of the cock parting her own flesh.
Kate ground against her with increasing force and Susan’s lips pressed tightly around the bud of her clit. Kate shuddered and her thighs clamped against Susan’s head as she came.
She was released and gasped for air as another orgasm thundered through her, but there was no time to relish it, as a second pair of thighs enveloped her and another pussy descended on her face.
Susan prayed that the woman would not drown her as she was already spurting, and her ample thighs seemed to swallow Susan’s head. She felt the cock inside her swell and begin to pump into her. This triggered another orgasm which seemed to flow through her into the woman above her. Susan sucked at her clit, the spasms of her orgasm clamping her lips together and, despite the flesh locked around her head, she heard Miss Voluptuous bellowing as she came.
She was released again and gasped for breath like a drowning woman surfacing. By the time her mind had cleared and her vision focused so that she could sit up and look around the room was empty. The only evidence of her disciplinary trickled down her body and dripped onto the table.
The next day, Susan walked self-consciously through the office, wondering who was looking at her and saying, “Good morning,” whilst knowing that her bottom was still on fire and her pussy sore.
“Jesus Christ,” she yelped as she sat on the hard swivel chair at her desk.
She looked around, the main room was partitioned at chest height, dividing the department into separate groups. There were about sixty people across the whole floor, plus another floor above. Identifying her tormentors was going to be almost impossible.
She switched on her computer. That’s a shame she thought, she wouldn’t mind Mr Sensitive taking her out to dinner and then home for dessert; a quickie in the stockroom with Mr Ramrod would be fun; maybe some mutual pussy licking with Miss Voluptuous whilst having her ass stretched by Mr Anal or Mr Thick…
“Susan.” Her boss’s voice made her jump. “Are you ready to get some work done — you wouldn’t want to find yourself facing another disciplinary would you?”
Susan sat back, sucking her pen. “Yes, Ma’am.”
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