Chapter 3

“Bitch!”

Rob leapt out of bed and staggered. He was still drunk.

“You fucking bitch!”

I was shocked by his violence and recoiled but I looked down and stared dumbfounded. His cock was transformed from the pathetic limp thing that I knew into a magnificent baton.

“How long have you been fucking that bastard?”

His rigid member swung stiffly from side to side. I could hardly hear what he was saying. I just couldn’t believe my eyes!

“Best man! Bastard showed me who the best man was. Get out of that dress you’re not fit to be in white. Tart!”

I fumbled with the pearl buttons high behind my neck and eventually the dress ended in a white heap around my feet. But my eyes never left the darkening head which was now fully exposed, freed from his foreskin.

“I suppose your knickers just fell off!” I tried belatedly to cover my short pubic triangle. Shit they were in Mike’s pocket!

“Now the bra!”

I threw it onto the bed.

“Get my belt.”

Shivering, I pulled it from his pants which were in a heap on the floor where Mike had dropped them earlier...

I was trembling part in fear and part with excitement. Was I going to be beaten? His towering erection was getting harder, it was now standing tight up against his belly. I folded the belt in two and handed it to him.

“Put your hands above your head.”

I lifted them up and he walked slowly round me till he faced me again. I knew that I looked lovely. I could see that his cock was beating in time with his heart. A small shiny bead of clear, viscous liquid appeared in the tiny slit in the end of his purple cock. It grew and slithered downward. I tried to swallow a lump in my throat. I couldn’t meet his eyes, I was fixed on the pulsing shaft.

He moved past me again and behind so that I wasn’t ready for the sudden swish and crack as the belt lashed across my back. The free end whipped around me and clipped the nipple on my right breast.

“Ah! Ouch!” I dropped my hands and bent over cupping my nipple.

“Stand up! Put your hands above your head! No one told you to move!”

I straightened up and raised my hands. My breasts tightened with my raised arms and my painful nipple tugged. He kept walking round behind me. He caressed my bum as he walked past. I felt a finger slip between my cheeks and into my cunt. I stiffened, wondering if he would notice the vicar’s nectar! He said nothing but finger fucked me a couple of times. Then, abruptly he whipped his finger from my passage and into my cream and come filled rectum!

“Oh you awful dog, he was fucking you in the arse!” He pushed a second finger in and stirred the mess in my bum. A trickle of something oozed out onto my groin. I shut my eyes, I didn’t want to imagine what it was.

“He fucked you in the arse, didn’t he?”

I gulped, “What difference does it make? Cunt or arse, he fucked me!”

“Cow!”

His fingers were snatched from my hole and swish crack! “Ugh!” Swish crack! “Oh hell Rob that hurt!” It had, but the flame that started burning down in my belly said it was worth it. He had hit me twice across my bum and I arched backwards rubbing my arse with both hands.

“If you can’t stand still I’ll tie you down so you can’t move!”

“Sorry Rob, sorry. I’ll try to be good!”

Swish slap! Right across my breasts, both nipples! “Ah God! Jesus!” The pain flared and my knees sagged. I folded my arms over the tender mounds on my chest and I rubbed the rising weal. A tear slipped down my cheek.

“That’s it! If you can’t take your punishment I’ll have to tie you!”

Whilst I rubbed the sting in my tits, he pulled the ties from the complementary dressing gowns provided by the hotel. His erection was magnificent. Would I ever get to feel the benefit of it?

“Lie on the bed.” My heart was pounding but I did, and he tied my left wrist to my left ankle, leaving a long end free. He walked around the bed and did the same on my right side. I was now lying on my back with my bound limbs in the air. Taking the long loose end he pulled me over and tied me to the bed head, leaving a short length between my wrist and the bed frame. Round the other side he hauled on the dressing gown tie. I had to open my legs and spread my arms until finally, he managed to tie me to the bed head on the other side.

It was hardly a comfortable position to be in. I wasn’t so much lying on my back as on my shoulders with my cunt up in the air. The whole of my body was open and unprotected. I could neither cover any part of myself nor protect it.

Rob stood at the end of the bed swinging his belt and smiling with satisfaction. He swung the belt across my arse. Crack! And Crack again! I squirmed, and squealed under the lash of the belt. God it stung. The fires in my belly burned higher.