WVC Ch. 26: Training 03

Rotating my shoulders to restore my circulation, I watched the tall blonde snake her hand back between her legs as she strolled toward the side of the room. Her wide hips rolled with each exaggerated step. Retrieving something I couldn't see, she also picked up a padded bench and carried it into the center of the room, setting it directly under a spotlight. She swung one long leg up and over the bench so that she sat down straddling the cushioned top, and beckoned me to join her. Awkwardly, I hobbled the few feet to the angled bench, the spreader bar making each step a comical ordeal, my flaccid cock flopping loosely between my legs.

Leaning back on one elbow, she smiled at me and used the fingers of her other hand to spread open the glistening lips of her pussy. Her intent was unmistakable. Still wearing the wrist cuffs, I rested my hands on the end of the bench so I could lower myself down between her open knees. With the iron bar keeping my feet and ankles spread well apart, it was a challenge to maneuver my way into position. There was more than a hint of amusement in her blue eyes as she watched me struggle.

"You get another chance, Bill. I want to compare your technique with your trainer's."

Leaving one booted foot planted on the floor, she lifted her other one and propped the heel on the edge of the bench. Holding her gleaming lips wide, she showed me just how aroused she was. The outer folds of her pussy looked longer and thicker than before, and the color of her inner petals had darkened to a deep, flaming crimson. Beads of moisture glistened in the bright light.

"Tongue."

Crawling over the leather topped bench, I struggled to get farther between her pale thighs, stretching my tongue out to make contact with her sleek skin. She sighed as the tip traced the slick wetness along the length of her moist lips. Perched on the end of the bench, my slowly reviving cock extended out below it, the enflamed bulb bumping up against the underside as I lunged forward.

As I began to flick the rigid button that stuck out from her hooded folds of skin, I heard the unmistakable sound of a whip striking bare flesh behind me. I didn't have time to think as Mistress Carolyn wrapped her booted legs over shoulders, pinning me firmly into her crotch and squeezing my ears between her gripping thighs. The blonde began to buck against me, lifting her hips up off the padded bench and shoving her pussy into my face. As I stiffened my tongue, I speared her and drove the rigid point deep into her yielding cavity.

When she smacked my upturned butt with a long switch, I yelped in surprise and shoved my tongue up to the hilt, burying my nose in her mound. I didn't even realize that she was carrying a whip. It took only moments before a mammoth climax began to approach and she rained the blows down on my upturned butt fast and furiously.

Reaching around her ample hips, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer. She was squirming away from me, and I lunged after her, stretching across the end of the bench to keep my tongue in her pussy. As I urged her on toward her orgasm, alternately flicking her stiff clit and plunging my tongue deep inside of her, I realized that my cock was fully erect, the engorged knob rubbing against the brass studs that held the leather top in place.

Without thinking, I started to hump the underside of the bench, arching my back and lifting my ass to receive the sting of the switch, and then thrusting my hips forward to wring the maximum sensation out of the unyielding bench. But it wasn't enough. As Mistress Carolyn flailed away at my butt, I saw that she'd thrown her head back and wasn't watching me.

Under a pretext of getting into a better position, I stopped briefly to rearrange my hips, climbing up off the floor and halfway onto the bench, plopping my drooling cock on top of the padding. As I resumed servicing her pussy, I realized that this was much better. I could hump the smooth leather, pinning my hard-on against my lower abdomen at the same time I kept tonguing the blonde. As I drove Mistress Carolyn toward a shattering orgasm, I thought I could sneak in a climax for myself.

As the first shudders swept through her body, she moaned, louder this time while still whacking my upraised ass. But blows weren't nearly as forceful. The intensity of her whip strokes was fading as the climax began to take over. Grunting, I kept my tongue active in her drooling pussy as I ground my cock into the padded bench. Just a few more friction filled pumps against the black leather and I thought I could join her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The bellowed exclamation was accompanied by a hail of blistering switch strokes that landed squarely across my bare ass. Spasms wracked Mistress Carolyn's body as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, muzzling me between her clinching thighs as she exploded in my mouth. Since she was using both hands to jam my face into her spitting crotch, it had to be the other mistress whaling away on my butt.

With the searing pain from the unexpected assault, the urgency of my near climax rapidly faded. Squirming under the ferocious blows, I tried to extricate my head from the viselike grip of the blonde's thighs. I succeeded only in sliding off the bench and sprawling onto floor, but that didn't deter my assailant as she followed me down, thrashing my vulnerable ass with the switch.

Mistress Carolyn wasn't finished with me either, and I attempted to hurry her along by attacking her exposed clit, licking and sucking with eager abandon. The fluid flowing from her pussy was again only minimal, and I had no trouble drinking in her juices, savoring her flavor even as the whips strokes grew fierce. Finally, the blonde pushed me away and I curled up into a ball on the floor, hugging my knees, rolling onto my side and waiting for the fury to pass. Eventually, it did.

Panting heavily as she finally halted her assault, Mistress Shannon barked instructions.

"I'm not finished with you. Get on your hands and knees!"

Struggling to regain my balance, I followed her orders, turning so that my widely separated feet pointed toward her and my flaming butt was within easy reach. I didn't have to wait long. The air whistled behind me and the first blow struck hard. The shooting pain was worse than before, but I didn't recoil. Instead, I arched my back and thrust my exposed ass higher. Breathing deeply, I closed my eyes and took them all, losing track of the number of times she whacked me.

Gradually, she slowed, the pace slackening as the intensity of her stokes dwindled and eventually, she stopped. I wasn't sure she was done, or whether she was just taking a break, so I didn't move, keeping my eyes tightly shut. A soft hand ran across my sweaty forehead, and I looked up into the blue eyes of Mistress Carolyn, sparkling at me through the black leather mask.

"You're finished for this evening."

But Mistress Shannon wasn't. She snarled at me.

"On your feet!"

Clumsily struggling with the spreader bar, I rose to my knees and used my hands to push off the bench and come to my feet. As I turned to face her, the leather clad mistress glared at me and I suddenly realized that my cock was still fully erect, sticking straight out from between my parted thighs. Dropping her green eyes down to watch it quiver as it eagerly pointed at her, she shook her head.

"Unbelievable."

Using just the tip of her switch, she ran the slender rod along the sides of my trembling shaft, tracing the thick veins as they bulged with blood. Once, twice, she tapped the top of my reddened knob, causing it to bob it up and down. Sliding the tip under the fully engorged cockhead, she lifted it higher, up toward the ceiling so the flexible switch bowed under the weight of my swollen pole. As she spoke to Erika, she let it drop, watching closely as it bounced between my parted thighs,

"Take off the spreader bar."

Obediently, the nude girl padded across the room and knelt beside me, releasing first one and then the other of my ankle cuffs from the rigid iron. Mistress Shannon kept playing with me, running the thin switch all around my bloated balls, tapping the inflamed bulb, hoisting the thickened stalk high into the air and letting it bob energetically. Once my trainer had unfastened the bar, she rose and returned it to the table. Anxious to stretch my cramped legs, I started to shift my weight. Immediately, the mistress with the reddish brown hair smacked my inner thigh.

"Did I say you move?"

"No ma'am."

"Spread your legs wider."

Already, I felt as extended as possible. But I shuffled my feet a few inches father apart and that seemed to satisfy her. Still lightly swatting my jutting cock, she circled around so that she was standing to my right.

"Assume the position."

Since my feet were spread well apart, I clasped my hands on top of my head and thrust my hips farther forward, causing my protruding hard-on to bob up and down. I was not getting a good feeling about this.

"This session was intended to impress upon you and Erika the importance of obeying Club directives. I believe Erika has learned her lesson. But you --"

She tapped my trembling cock for emphasis.

"I'm not so sure about."

Using the tip of her switch to elevate my swollen pole once more, she continued.

"This stubbornly erect penis of yours leads me to believe the opposite. That you haven't learned your lesson yet. So I'll just have to make certain.'

Swinging the slender rod behind me, she smacked my bare butt.

"Push your hips farther forward."

Swallowing heavily, I arched my back and shoved my quivering hard-on far out in front of me, beyond what was comfortable so that I teetered on the edge of losing my balance. Erika had returned from replacing the spreader bar on the table, stopping to stand a few feet away, staring down at my throbbing cock as it projected out toward her. I guessed that Mistress Carolyn was still sprawled on the bench behind me.

"Perfect. Now don't move."

I heard the whistling sound before the whip stroke hit the target, which was just as I feared, my jutting hard-on. The flexible rod landed across the top of my shaft, right in the middle, and I screamed, recoiling involuntarily from the force of the blow. It was excruciatingly painful. Gasping for air, I tried to compose myself as the auburn haired mistress tapped my bare ass.

"Back in position."

I'd kept my feet stationary and my hands on top of my head, but had pulled my hips back. Looking down, I saw that a reddened welt was rising to mark the spot of her initial assault. Wondering how many more I could stand, I slowly arched my back again and thrust out my defenseless cock. It remained erect, but it was not quite as rigid as before. Running the tip of the whip over and under the rounded bulb, she noticed.

"I see that your penis is still hard, but perhaps just a little less eager than before."

I held my breath as she lifted the switch, paused with it high overhead, and then brought slender tip down directly on my exposed cockhead. Once more, I screamed and yanked my hips back. But this time, I received a sharp smack on my butt as I did so. Behind me, Mistress Carolynn barked.

"You are remain absolutely still while you receive you punishment. Do you understand?"

Feeling tears streaming down my cheeks, I nodded.

"Yes Ma'am."

The blonde remained out of sight as Mistress Shannon slid the slim switch underneath my heavy cockshaft. It was starting to droop and she lifted the thickened pole up high, nodding with satisfaction as she gazed down at the enflamed bulb. The last blow also left an angry stripe, this one decorating the still swollen knob, just above the prominent ridge that circled it.

Behind me, the blonde palmed both of my blistered ass cheeks and smoothly urged my hips forward. As I assumed the position, I was surprised at how sensitive my skin was to her gentle touch. Still toying with my wilting hard-on, Mistress Shannon asked.

"Erika, how many times did your male trainee ejaculate without permission?"

Clearing her throat, the nude girl kept her blue eyes fastened on my shrinking cock as she answered.

"Four times at the ladies brunch."

"And at the pool party?"

"Three."

Bouncing my heavy cock up and down on the end of her switch, she continued.

"So a total of seven times. I don't think his penis can take another five strokes."

She let it drop and watched it swing back and forth between my outstretched thighs, still extending out away from my body. After a long moment, she looked up at me, her green eyes glittering beneath the black leather mask.

"If you hold your position without flinching, the next whip stroke will be your last. Do you understand?"

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. Mistress Carolyn released her soft grasp of my butt, leaving me with my exposed crotch shoved out toward Erika. As the green eyed mistress raised the switch for what I hoped was the last time, I closed my eyes and waited. I heard the air whistle, and then, nothing. A gust of air washed over the very end of my trembling bulb.

I opened my eyes to find Mistress Shannon grinning at me.

"I missed."

She tapped the underside of my cockhead, bouncing it up and down.

"I wanted to see how you would react. You passed. Now, let's do it again."

Oh great. The mistress with the auburn hair let my tender pole down gently, then lifted the willowy switch overhead. Before I shut my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Erika staring directly at my distended cock, her blue eyes shining brightly. Holding my breath, I listened to the air whistle as she swung. This time, she didn't miss.

The tip of her switch found the rounded end of my cockhead. I howled with the pain, but I didn't move, keeping my back arched, my hips outthrust and my targeted cock jutting out before me. It bounced up and down from the sheer force of the blow while I kept my eyes tightly closed, breathing heavily, waiting.

A soft hand slid across my shoulders, and I felt a leather clad female body press against me.

"You're done, Bill. You and Erika can go upstairs, and get dressed. Close the door behind you."

Dazed, I opened my eyes to see the blonde smiling at me. She turned away, and joined Mistress Shannon as they began to return the various whips to the table.

Bending over to stretch my back and release the cramps in my legs, I was surprised to see that my cock was still partly erect, protruding stiffly out from between my thighs. Feeling lightheaded and more than a little dizzy, I turned to follow my trainer. Erika had already left the spotlights and stood by the door, waiting for me.

My legs were wobbly, and my slow walk across the floor caused my thickened pole to sway back and forth with each step. Her gaze was fastened between my thighs as I approached, but she said nothing, swinging the heavy door shut once I was outside. The shapely brunette gave my protruding cock one more look before turning to make her way back upstairs, and giving me a chance to admire the engorged lips of her swollen pussy peeking out from between her trim thighs.

It suddenly occurred to me that Erika had forfeited her robe for the evening as well. None were hanging on the pegs behind the door. As I turned to back to hike up the stairs after her, I realized that my trainer hadn't waited for me. She was nowhere to be seen.

I made my way back to the front room and gingerly took off the leather cock strap. Still semi erect, my cock remained thick and heavy as it swung down between my legs, finally freed of the restraint. After removing the collar from around my neck, I retrieved my pants and sat down to pull them over my legs. Bad idea. My ass was so blistered that I couldn't even sit down. I had no idea that the beating I'd received was that severe. It just seemed numb.

There were no mirrors anywhere in the house, so I couldn't see how bad it looked. But my skin was really hot to the touch. Stepping into the leg holes, I cautiously eased my pants up my legs and over my flaming butt. For once, it wasn't the front that was uncomfortable, it was the back. I'd pulled on my T-shirt and slipped into my sandals when Erika appeared in the doorway.

She'd washed the makeup from her face and brushed out her lustrous hair, lounging against the door frame wearing a pair of skin tight green shorts and a blouse loosely tied under her ample chest. The tiny shorts were pulled up into her crotch so that I could see the outline of her plump lips. She looked tired, her wan smile a pallid reflection of what I normally received.

"Hey. You okay?"

I nodded in answer as I gathered the leather strap and collar and stuffed them into my front pockets.

"I guess so. I probably won't be able to sit down for a while."

"Me neither. Walk me back to the campus?"

"Sure."

Outside, it was almost dark, and Erika didn't speak as I fell into step beside her. Walking was difficult as both of us tried to minimize of the pressure of our clothes on our skin. After several uneasy minutes, we had just reached the tree lined campus when I attempted to initiate a conversation.

"So. Was that the worst?"

Without giving me an answer, she scanned the darkening pathway ahead of us, glanced over her shoulder and grabbed my arm. Ducking into a cluster of bushes, she pushed me down onto the ground and frantically clawed at the top button of her shorts.

"I am so horny."

Ripping open her zipper, she shoved her skimpy pants down her toned legs, letting them pool around her ankles. The half-naked brunette left them on the ground and turned toward me. Her normally low voice was a growl.

"I need you here, now!"

Spreading her high heeled sandals, she slid the fingers of one hand over her smooth abdomen, parting her glistening lips as she curled the other behind my head. As I shuffled forward on my knees, I ran my hands up the outside of her muscled thighs, relishing the feel of her sleek skin. Cupping her ass cheeks, I pulled her to me and jabbed my tongue into her drooling pussy.

She shuddered as the tip of my tongue touched her stiff button, eagerly extending out from the hood. Thrusting her hips against my face with a desperate urgency, she rapidly approached a climax. As I flipped the single metal bar embedded on her plump lips, bouncing it off the distended nub, she moaned and held me closer. When she erupted, the sheer amount of fluid that spewed out of her overwhelmed me, flowing out the sides of my mouth and dribbling down my chin.

Still grasping the back of my head, she pumped her hips against my mouth, feeding me more of her sweet nectar. I choked on the volume, jerking my head back out of her hands, sputtering as I tried to catch my breath. Looking up at her, standing there on shaky legs, her head thrown back and rivulets of liquid flowing down the inside of her tawny thighs, I was struck by just how gorgeous she was.

As the last tremors rippled through her swimmer's body, I sat back on my heels and just watched. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open. Soft and dark blue, her eyes took a moment to focus. Almost shy now, she smiled and nodded at me.

"I'm sorry, Bill. But I needed that."

She gestured down toward my chest.

"I drenched your shirt."

Glancing down, I saw she was right. The wet cotton clung to my skin. I grinned back up at her.

"It won't be the first time."

Staring down at her glistening inner thighs, Erika she realized that I wasn't the only one with an appearance problem.

"Oh my! How can I go back to my dorm looking like this?"

As I rose to my feet, I had an idea. Whipping off my t-shirt, I handed it to her.

"It's already soaked. A little more won't make a difference."