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felt his eyes roam, peer and probe every part of me. Standing, shaking, in my shoes and underwear, I felt like both a specimen and a treasure. With no idea of what was to come, I felt completely in his control.

    Two senses of abandon overcame me. All of my attachments were lost and gone, and I was bare and revealed, free and open to whatever may come. His voice poured warm on his breath, like a dark syrup from behind me and into my ear.

    “Move your legs apart a little.” As I did, I heard him pick something up from the table. The briefest swish announced the smarting thwack on my buttock, exactly where he had smacked me in the café. My eyes popped wide and I let out a squeak. He was close behind me. Beranrdo moved nearer.

    I felt Crane’s breath on my neck, his hard chest against my shoulders and his cock, pressed against my clenching bottom. I was woozy. It was like that in the café, but this time was so much more powerful. I said, “I hate that, being smacked. But it’s intensely arousing. What’s going on?”

    “AHA! Maya, my fiery Italian beauty, you learn fast. We can progress rapidly.”

    “Now I’m afraid.” I was joking, and I wasn’t. I was afraid, but it excited me and I wanted to go on. I trusted him.  

    “Excellent.” Derrick came nearer and stood in front of me, close, watching attentively. He lifted my chin and peered into my eyes.

    Crane spanked me again. I couldn’t see what he was using on me. Something hard and flat. And again. The sound, the sharp thwack, even that was becoming exciting to me. This was like some deep, dark door opening inside me.

    As the flat of his hand slapped repeatedly on my buttocks, an intense pleasure spread like fire within me. I was gasping for breath. The petals of my sex buzzed and trembled, and I shook from my core.

    He tenderly undid my bra and removed it, casting it aside.

    His fingers slid around to my stomach, down to my mound, slipped farther and pressed behind my clit through the fabric of my panties, hot and soaked now, the lips of my sex quivering with need. I gasped as he pressed and stroked rhythmically between my thighs.  

    Derrick’s nose lifted and his nostrils flared. Keeping my knees from buckling took all of my concentration. Derrick moved aside and Crane came around and knelt in front of me. His kisses fluttered on my soft, shaking stomach. And down. Down. He sighed as his lips tasted the wetness soaking through the crotch of my underwear. He teased with his tongue, and he sucked. My back arched and he looked up, sharply.

    “Don’t. Move.”

    His mouth went back onto me, between my legs, working me, playing me. Streams and rivers of sensation sprang and flowed through all of my body and, though I kept my position steady, I couldn’t keep from trembling.  

    When I had let out a long, yearning moan of hopeless rapture, he stood. His blue eyes sparkled with a cold, dark fire into mine as his fingers took my nipples. First he teased and pulled them. As the waves of pleasure rippled all the way to my pelvis and my clenching thighs, my nipples hardened, swelled and stung. Then he pinched them.

    I yelled and bent over. He let go and waited for me to recover. I was dizzy and breathless, tingling and quaking all over. When I was able to stand, feeling his warmth right in front of me, his ever hotter, ever harder cock straining through his pants to get at me, then he took my nipples again. He had little clamps with leather pads inside their jaws, and the sight of them terrified me. He smiled as he said,

    “Soon, you won’t need the pads,” and he snapped them onto my nipples. I yelled and collapsed to the floor. First the pain sliced into me, sharp and blinding, then it faded and there was a moment of bright, searing nothingness and it settled to a low pulsing ache. As it passed, I found that the shock had been much greater than the pain.

    I could bear the pain. Not easily, but I could bear it. It rose and fell in intensity, and