Chapter 33

“Soon, Kenna, very soon. But I want you to have the full experience. So I’m going to turn you around. I want you to see it coming at you.”

Oh, God, I thought frantically. Not only will I be facing the crowd, but he’s going to whip my most tender and sensitive parts.

I wasn’t really afraid; I knew Tom wouldn’t harm me. But the thought still sent shivers up and down my spine as he unhooked the cuffs from the cross and turned me around. I leaned against the cross, which was set at a slight backward angle, and tried to relax as Tom raised my arms one at a time and reattached the cuffs to the cross.

A quick glance around the dungeon told me that there were a number of scenes going on, and I spotted Julie and Daddy watching us from the spanking bench. I also saw that we had acquired a very large audience; there were now at least 30 people standing silently on the walkway near our space, watching what was happening. What turned me on even more was seeing that some of the men, and even the women, were openly touching themselves as their hungry eyes roamed over my naked body. Then Tom got my attention, and I focused on him as he picked up the singletail and turned to face me from four feet away.

He swung the whip slowly, finding the range, and then it slid across my tummy, leaving a trail of burning sensations in its wake. My endorphins were running high and the pain turned instantly to pleasure that pushed me even closer to the edge.

“More,” I begged, “please, give me more.”

Tom didn’t answer in words; he simply raised the angle of the whip and a searing fire ran across the undersides of my breasts.

“Ooowww,” I cried. “Oh, God, that feels so good.” Sweat was dripping off my body and my hair was tangled and matted. Every single nerve in my body felt like it was on fire.

The whip came again, a constant back-and-forth flow, and I watched it with a combination of wonder and excitement. Then the cracker slid across in a direct hit on my stiff and sensitive nipples and I came, a small one, a precursor to what I knew would be a massive explosion very soon. My body shook and I cried out in ecstasy as the metronomic swinging of the whip brought it again across my breasts.

Tom came and hugged me as I shivered in the aftermath of that mini-orgasm. “Are you okay, Kenna?” he asked quietly.

I struggled to catch my breath. “I love it, Sir, please... more,” I whispered back under my breath.

Again, he didn’t answer in words; he simply squeezed me in his hug and then returned to his place a few feet away. When he started looking for the range again, the whip was moving lower. Then I felt a line of fire across my thighs about halfway between my knees and my groin, and I let out a sound that was between a groan and a sigh of pleasure.

Tom’s accuracy with the whip was spot-on; he put a double line across my legs an inch higher each time the whip made a two-way pass, first one direction and then back the other. As it rose higher and higher, I knew where it would end and I shivered in anticipation. When it slid across my vulva, I cried out wordlessly, and then it hit directly on my clit and I exploded.

“Eeeaaahhh,” I screamed, and I came like never before, a totally mind-blowing consummation of all the sexual tension that had been building up in me for the past hour or more. I couldn’t control my body; I shivered and shook and went completely limp as I passed out for several seconds, and only the cuffs around my wrists kept me from collapsing onto the floor.

When my senses were back about me and I’d somewhat caught my breath, Tom approached and slid his finger through my sopping-wet slit. “Do you want more, Kenna?” I nodded my head emphatically, just as Julie had done earlier. “Okay,” he said, “Let’s see how many orgasms your body has in it.”

He stroked my pussy lips and then put first one, then two, and finally three fingers inside me, stretching my opening and pressing his thumb against my extremely sensitive clit. My hips bucked involuntarily. Then he pulled his fingers back, spread my lower lips wide, and knelt in front of me.

I let out a loud moan when Tom put his mouth on my bare pussy. He pushed two fingers back inside me and concentrated his lips and tongue on my burning clit. It felt like my pussy was being attacked from every direction, and I was rapidly climbing up the mountain toward another powerful climax. I looked down and saw an expression of pure delight on Tom’s face; he knew what he was doing to me.

Then I felt him remove one finger from my pussy and place it at my asshole. His finger was well lubricated from my flowing juices, and he pressed it slowly but firmly until it slid past my sphincter and up into my rectum. He began a sawing in-and-out movement with all three fingers and continued to rub across and around my clit with his tongue. The combination of all those sensations was overpowering, and suddenly the pleasure burst from my clit and thundered through my entire body. This second major explosion rocked me and I let out a scream of passion. I kept hold of the cuff handles, and I knew that the cuffs themselves would keep me from falling, but my knees were wobbling as the pleasure rushed through me and I surrendered to it.

One more orgasm wasn’t enough; my mind and my body had been wound up so much, by the foreplay of the whip and Tom’s intermittent breast and nipple play, that I knew there was still something left inside me. I want more, I thought frantically, I need more. Tom rose and stood close to me, his fingers still inside me.

“You’re really beautiful when you come, Kenna.” He brought his thumb up and down my slit, then moved it down to hover next to his fingers in my vaginal opening. I gazed into his eyes, silently pleading for more of his attention. He leaned into me, bringing us intimately close. “I love how your body reacts, Kenna, and how your mind reinforces all those physical reactions.” His words had an instant effect; my muscles tightened and I moaned, trying to tell him without words that I loved it too.