Gratitude, Love and Joy

She lay there spent on the spanking bench. He body throbbed with the warm afterglow, while she tried to picture what the welts and bruises must look like on her. The couple had bound her to the spanking bench nearly an hour before. And ever since, they had been taking turns beating her, caning her, flogging her, and making her shudder in her extacy. Her mind was still floating when she felt the cool liquid drip into the crack of her ass.

She instinctively closed her eyes behind the blind fold. She didn't know what was coming, but she felt ready for anything. She soon felt the rounded tip of the plug pressing against her entrance. She took a deep breath in and tried to relax as much as she could as the cool, rubbery plug slipped slowly into her. About half way up the shaft it pulled out, and she could feel more lubricant dripping onto her. A few more wriggling probes and the plug finally slipped into her snuggly, the base of the plug nestling between her cheeks.

She suddenly shuddered as her freshly welted ass was spanked again with his open hand. She let out grunting moans through clenched teeth as she tried to stay relaxed, but she couldn't help the occasional involuntary clamping of her muscles around the shaft of the plug making her feel more intensely filled. He kept at her until her ass seared to the touch and once again glowed a near cherry red.

There was another pause, and as her mind floated her body tingled where the ankle and wrist cuffs bound her to the table. Suddenly she felt something soft invading the space between her stomach and the table. A pillow, she realized. He wordlessly pulled at her hips, giving him the few extra inches he needed...that she needed.

It was only a moment longer when she felt him enter her cunt from behind. His condom encased shaft easily slipping in to her moistened entrance. He worked her slowly, each time grinding into her, his hand holding her at the hips. Her breath came faster and she groaned as he ground into her.

Her eyes were still closed tightly. She could still feel the searing afterglow of the cane marks on her calves, thighs, and ass. The still warm pain provided a back drop to the punctuations of sharp fullness in her ass and pussy. She could intimately feel the plug inside her, which wriggled each time he ground his hips into her ass. She shuddered to an orgasm, not the first since he had deliciously been fingering her between cane strokes for at least twenty minutes before he mounted her.

Abruptly she felt another pair of small, soft hands on her back. They were slick with some kind of lotion or oil. The strokes went down from her shoulders, the heal of the woman's hand pressing with her weight as gravity helped her apply firm pressure down alongside her spine down to her hips, only to slid back up along the outside of her back. Her mind began to swim with the sensory overload. She didn't know how long she was fucked like that.

She began to shudder as orgasms ripped through her body, which only drove him to fuck her harder. She didn't even know he'd left her when she felt the plug removed. But still he wasn't done. She felt the head of his cock press against her rear entrance, so recently filled by the plug. His cock easily slipped into her ass, sliding firmly up into her. He began to slowly pump inside her, building up his speed and force until he had returned to fucking her in earnest. She screamed pleasure filled, semi-incoherent thank yous and pleadings for more. He obliged aggressively as he reamed into her ass before collapsing on top of her and embracing her fiercely as his hips thrust rapidly for another few seconds before he exploded in his own orgasm.

As he lay atop her, she felt the woman's soft tender lips on hers. They kissed passionately, yet tenderly for several minutes. Her face cupped in the woman's hands, she felt cradle from below, while she felt him slowly exit her and ease up from a fierce embrace to a warm cuddle. They stayed like that, soaking each other in for several long minutes, while her mind continued to float on a sea of physical and emotional waves. The single most pervading thought, was of gratitude and love for her dear friends...and she cried softly in joy.