When I was a kid, I was always getting spanked. I got hit by almost anything – a bamboo stick, a parachute belt, a rolled up newspaper, the long handle of the sandok, walis tingting, walis tambo, big hairbrush, and belts of all lengths and sizes.
I got spanked until I was 13 for various reasons. You never really get hooked on the pain. Once it starts you just want it to stop right away. But as I grew older, even if I knew I couldn’t take the pain, it somehow always excited me. I would secretly watch kids who got spanked, my cousins, my nieces and be aroused by it but it would stop there. I could never lay a hand on them. I wasn’t that strong nor did I ever have the heart to beat someone else. But I liked it being done to me. If it were being done to some else I knew, I got so distraught for the person because I knew just how bad it felt. But it was okay if it was done to me. But I was already past that age. I was too old to be spanked. No matter how rebellious I was, I could never push my parents to spank me again. I talked back, I snuck out of the house, I smoked, I drank, I did what I could possibly do to get them to do it. It never happened. Yes, we had the endless shouting matches at home but no matter how insolent I was, my mom, who had threatened a number of times to slap me, never did. Alone in my room at home, I would remove my pajamas and panties and whip my butt with a comb and even the curtain ties.
When I started living on my own, bought my own computer and started browsing websites, one day, I typed “sadism and masochism” in the google search field. I can honestly say, I’m a masochist. I like pain inflicted on me, but there is a boundary. No blood and no piercing. I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of thing. What I was ready for was to be bound, gagged, spanked and humiliated. My personal fetish.
A boyfriend indulged in this fantasy of mine and made it real. This was years ago. Am I ready for this again? Maybe.
Anyway, this is the first in a series. We were together for only 3 months but those 3 months are memorable because he made me realize those fantasies. Must I admit I’m a sucker for this kind of drama?
It was 13 years ago – December 18. We had been to a christmas party that lasted until the wee hours of the morning. I couldn’t go home to my boarding house because I didn’t have the key, and he couldn’t go home too because his mom would be home and would wonder why he came home late. So it was 4 in the morning. We checked in at one of the small motels in Manila. This was a first for me. Never before in my life had I set foot in a motel. We were still both studying at the time, so our allowances were not enough for us to even book a room at a cheap hotel but we didn’t care.
I was still young and inexperienced but ready for any kind of adventure. We booked a small room with a single bed. Once we washed up and were comfortably in bed, he made the first move and started kissing me, putting his tongue inside my mouth. It was okay. He slowly eased his hands inside my pants, rubbing my mound. He made the first move and removed his belt. I thought for a while about it and decided to tell him that I wanted to get hit with it just for fun. Of course, he didn’t believe me. I told him it was for real. I really wanted him to try and hit me with it. What was really nice about him was that he didn’t question me a second time. I told him he could do anything he wanted except to draw blood. How I licked my lips in anticipation. If only I could describe the smile he gave me – sinister, scary – when I told him what I wanted.
He proceeded to slap my butt cheeks. I felt the warmth and the pain at the same time. I clenched my butt every time his hand slapped my bottom. And this was just the beginning. I was lying there with my undies and my pants on. He continued to slap my butt. I made no sound and only winced with the pain. I forced myself to relax and just take it in.
The next thing I knew, he was turning me to the side so that he could unbutton and unzip my pants. He made me lie on my stomach again and started to slap my butt. I was thinking long and hard about telling him that I had had enough. But then I asked myself why. Had I not started this. I wanted this so I would see this out. I cupped my mouth with my hand and pushed my face down into the pillow, clenching my thighs and my butt because of the pain. Those were hard slaps. Gosh, I didn’t know if I wanted to even experience more. I thought to myself, “para ka naman loka loka! Gusto pero ayaw? Ano ba naman yan!” I couldn’t even count the blows. They were coming down fast and hard and he was alternating between both butt cheeks. I was already swaying and moving from side to side so that I could somehow fend of a few blows. He whispered to me to stay in position, “dapa! Ginusto mo yan diba? Ano, ayaw mo na?” What was I going to say? Needless to say, the one thing I really wanted to do was just sit up and cover my butt. But this was my pride at stake. I was not going to back out. The minutes seemed endless even if I knew that he had only given me a few blows. How was I going to survive a beating if he hit my bare butt?
My boyfriend was in a frenzy. He was slapping my butt as fast as he could and I did all I could to keep from crying out and shielding myself. I tried covering my butt twice and his heavy hand hit my hands on to my side. I knew from that moment that he was not going to stop and that I was going to get it hard. In his frenzy, he suddenly and violently pulled off my panties. He pulled my hair and made me stand up, ordering me to remove my shirt and my bra. All I saw was fury in his eyes and he made me very scared. He pushed me roughly down on the bed, picked up his leather belt from the floor.
He was barking instructions at me like a machine gun, “lie down flat! do not cry out! do not even attempt to cover yourself, I will flay the skin of your ass!” The moment I heard the belt flap at his back as he was getting ready to swing, I knew without a doubt that I was really in for it. When the pain came, it was nothing like I ever experienced before. It was just blinding pain – so much so that I felt all my breath leave me. I knelt up and rubbed my butt to ease the pain. And that was just the first. I was so tempted to tell him to stop. But just the look on his face told me that he would not listen.
He was furious. He pulled my hair down, forced me to lie back down. He was searching for something in our heap of clothes. He got out his nectie, my panty and bra. He ordered me to stay quiet while he removed the pillowcases. I was wondering what he was up to. He pulled the bed into the middle of the room and grabbed one of my hands. He tied a knot to my wrist with his necktie and tied it tight to one of the legs of the bed. He got my bra and grabbed my other hand and tied it to the other side of the bed leg. He then balled up my panty and stuffed it in my mouth. He grabbed one leg and rolled the pillowcase and tied it to the other end of the bed, pulling it so hard so that I would not move. He then spread my legs wide by pulling the other foot and tying it the same way. There was no way now that I could move. He was sweating hard. I tried to struggle against the knots and knew with every ounce left within me that this was it! This was really it.
I was lying there with my pussy wide open, my anus just gaping wide. I could feel the wind from the airconditioner. Suprisingly, I began to feel a tinge of excitement. He proceeded to tease my pussy with the tip of his belt, rubbing it just a bit. I became excited all the more and felt the juice starting to come out. ”Gusto mo yan noh, puta ka!” I nodded my head through the gag. I wanted him to continue teasing me, wanted him to touch me where it really mattered.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to pump up and down. Then he stopped as if to think. I was surprised when he loosened the ties to one foot and then the other. He did the same with both of my hands. I looked at him with a questioning look and thought to myself, ‘sayang naman. Akala ko naman itutuloy mo un whatever it was he had in store for me.” I must have thought to soon.
He made me bend over while he tied both of my hands behind my back. Then he ordered me to lie down face up. I didn’t know what he was up to so I tried to ask him. This made him angry. He slapped one of my breasts and the pain just went straight through me. I shut up. He pulled on one knee up and tied the pillowcase around it and tied pulled on it until my knee was touching my shoulder. He then criss-crossed the tie and tied it to my bound hands. He did the same with the other knee. I was now in a bound in a diaper position, facing up with my private parts fully exposed in the air. It was a painful position. He left my feet to dangle up there in the air. I could see my pubic hair and my pink pussy.
He then wet a finger and started playing with my clit. I began to feel excited again. How I wished he would just dig deep and insert the entire finger in my pussy. He would play by inserting a fourth of it and then pull out. He did this several times. He then proceeded to slap my pussy a bit with the tip of the belt. It was painful and yet it was exciting. Even with the gag in my mouth, I was making sounds as if to tell him that that was what I wanted. He became angry and hit my upper thighs and butt with the belt. I screamed in pain. Wow! That was painful.
His next set of instructions were, “tatamaan kita sa puke at pwet mo. You better act like you love it, love it like the puta that you really are.” I nodded my head in desperation. I was ready to do anything to experience the height of sexual pleasure. He then started to slap my pussy with the tip of the belt. Some blows were painful and the others were just so and so.
He finally removed his briefs. It excited me to watch how his cock sprang to life and moved this way and that as he swang the belt at my pussy and butt. The juices from my pussy were seeping and I could feel it dripping down my butt crack. Every time he saw my eyes go in a daze from the pleasure, he would jolt me back to reality with a hard swing at either of my holes. I would let out a muffled scream and my breaths would come out very fast.
He stood up on the bed and sat near my face, his anus gaping and his cock standing at attention. He positioned himself in such a way that he was facing my private parts. He them removed the gag from my mouth and ordered me to lick his anus and suck his cock. He belted me while pumping on my face. I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. He would alternate and have me insert my tongue in his anus and ram his cock in my mouth, hitting my pussy at the same time. The tip of the belt was hitting my butt.
He then told me that he would do a series of 5 hard belts on the pussy and butt while he had his cock rammed deep in my throat. I couldn’t breath when he did that. The torture of not being able to breath and the pain of getting beaten in the pussy was hell! I felt like my pussy was on fire. He did this several times. In spite of the pain, I was feeling very excited. The more excited he saw me, the harder he would hit my pubis and hit my butt even harder.
He finally stood up from the bed, wiped my pussy juices with my panty and rammed it into a ball inside my mouth. He proceeded to belt my butt in a frenzy. I was finally screaming through the gag. Tears falling from my eyes. This was where I wanted him to stop. Every time I moved any of my feet to try and cover myself, he would hit them. I wiggled my toes and screamed so hard in my gag to let him know that I wanted him to stop. It was not fun anymore. It was seriously painful.
He finally screamed at me once to shut up! I did. He roughly removed the gag from my mouth and ordered me to count 40 strokes of the belt. If I missed count, screamed, attempted to cover myself with my feet or struggled in anyway, he would start from number 1. I was to call him “sir, yes sir, no sir” and nothing else.
By the count of 10, I was delirious with pain. He would sometimes hit my pussy – not very hard but it was still painful all the same. I am proud to say that I did not miss any count nor did I disobey any of his instructions.
After the 40 hard strokes to my butt, he was going to play a little game. I was going to lie face up on the bed, take my pussy spanking while he alternated by ramming his cock in my pussy. I was to stay still and let him do all the work. He took some pity on me and massaged my pussy lips and gently rubbed my butt which felt very warm. A few minutes went by and I was again, sexually worked up. Two of his fingers were sliding with ease into my pussy as my juices flowed out. He pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, propping them up on 2 of the pillows so that my hips were high up in the air. I was almost upside down. He continued to fuck my pussy with his fingers and I prayed that he would not stop.
“Wow! grabe…lintik kang puta ka! Biruin mo, napalo ka na at lahat lahat, binubuka mo pa rin yan ‘tang-inang puke na yan!” I loved what he was saying. It was humiliation and gratification at the same time. By then he was ranting foul words, slapping my pussy lips and fingering me at the same time. He would also pinch my nipples from time to time and poke his finger into my tight anus. The sensation of him doing that together with his foul words made me want to cum even more. Every time his fingers would go inside my pussy, I would grip them with my pussy lips. When he removed them, I gaped my pussy open and close to show him that I wanted it all the more. He would also pinch my large clit very hard and pull at my large labia.
I was blessed with a large labia with a clit that stuck out. The slightest gape of my legs would expose me. There I was lying down with all my holes gaping. He wound the belt around his hand until only about 5 inches of the belt stuck out. It looked like a tongue. He went into the bathroom to wet it. Slowly, he ran that tongue over my clit and he knew very well I was going gaga over it because my eyes were rolling in ecstasy. I didn’t want the sensation to end. It didn’t matter if he was hitting me with that tongue too. He also hit my breasts with the belt as he finally rammed his hard cock in my pussy.
“Tell me what you want, you slut! Tell me.” I didn’t need encouragement.
“I want your big and hard cock in my pussy.” He hit my pussy with the belted tongue.
“Gusto mo yung titi ko sa puke mo?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lakasan mo naman ang boses mo. Parang ayaw mo eh.”
“Gusto kong ipasok un malaking titi mo sa puke ko, sir.” He slammed his cock in my pussy, hard and rough and it hurt as my pussy lips opened and distended to receive him. He moved in and out relentlessly and I honestly felt like blood was coming out as I could feel him tearing into me. Fast, furious, and hard strokes. At the same time, I was starting to feel pleasure too.
Out of my own volition I encouraged him, “bilisan mo un pasok labas sa puke ko. Gutom na gutom un puke ko para sa titi.” In answer, he rammed me even harder, slapping my breasts and mercilessly squeezing them.”
I wanted to come but I controlled myself. I would cum only when he did.
Next thing I knew, he did the unthinkable as he pumped his cock into my anus. Even the entry of its head was painful as my anus was very small and tight. Even if only the head was in, I just felt ripped.” This was what I wanted. This merciless taking – a rape which was not quite a rape.
He jerked the head of his cock out my anus and spat on it to lubricate it then mercilessly tried to jam it in again. I tightened my anal muscles. I slapped my breasts, my pussy and my butt, furiously telling me to relax. ”Gusto mo yan diba? Gusto mo un masakit! Sige, ibuka mo un pwet mo. Gusto kita tirahin doon. He reached down, pulled my hair from its roots and looked into my eyes as he said those words. I knew very well that this was not a game I was going to win.
I forced myself to relax. Taking deep breaths as he continued to force his cock into my anus. In one hop he was on top of the bed again, pulling my hair and forcing his cock down my throat. I was gagging. “Sige, isubo mo yan titi ko para mabasa. Ano? Gusto mo yung lasa ng pwet mo?” Tears were falling from my eyes now. He forced his cock down my throat again and held my nose shut. He pumped a few strokes and then let go. I started to cry. The back of my throat hurt from the invasion.
He jumped back down and grabbed my hips. “Relax mo lng sarili mo kundi sasakit talaga ‘to.”
I did what he said and really forced myself to imagine good and nice things. When he entered me, it wasn’t as painful as I expected but it still hurt as he tried to push in at least half of his cock. There he was, pumping in and out of my anus as both his hands pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts. He then proceeded to alternate between my anus and my pussy, ramming in between holes, slapping my thighs, cursing with the most brutal words I ever heard”
“Di puta ka! Ito ang dapat sayo. He was pumping very quickly now, ramming the entire length of his cock in my pussy. I was beginning to feel excitement again. My hungry pussy lips were open to receive his big, hard cock. He was alternating between cock and pussy. Pussy and ass. The juices from my pussy were acting as lubricant for when his cock would enter my anus.
I wanted him to ride me like a cowboy. ”Bilisan mo un pasok labas. Gusto kong sobrang bilis.” He obliged. He yanked his cock out of my anus and spat a very large blob of saliva on it and furiously rammed his cock into my pussy and then my anus. With one hand he held his cock so that he would not miss any hole. Just seeing how he would shoot his cock in both holes was very exciting. With the other hand he slapped my hips and my breasts.
I really wanted him to ride me like a cowboy. “Giddy yap! Giddy yap! Bilisan mo pa. Sakyan mo ako parang kabayo.” No mercy, I told him. Show me no mercy. I want your entire cock in me. I could feel his balls slapping against my juicy pussy. I was shouting now. “I want you to cum in my pussy, cum in my mouth, cum wherever you want.”
He didn’t care anymore which hole his cock was entering. He rode and rode me hard then hopped one big hop on the bed. He rushed towards my face and I opened my mouth wide, tongue out to drink his cum. I wanted every bit of cum. It splashed this way and that – on my eyes, inside my nostril, dripping down my cheeks and chin. I stuck my tongue out to lap up as much cum as I could. I finally let myself cum.
He was sitting there, beside my face,trembling with the force of his climax. After a few minutes, he rolled me over and untied my hands. My arms were positively aching. I shoved the drops of cum that had escaped earlier into my mouth, licked my fingers dry. I smelt like cum. I bent my head forward so that I could suck his cock some more. I was his cock’s slave. My pussy, my ass, my mouth were made for this cock. I would service this cock anyway he wanted. I was his slut. My fantasy had come true. Just thinking of what was in store for me was making me wet again.
My freakish side was the dictator of my body. We lay in a sweat. I moved down so that my head was between his legs. I reveled in the size and feel of the head of his cock. The cock that had rammed me furiously just a few minutes ago. As always, the feel of cock against my tongue is the aftermath of pleasure. I gently sucked. It was as if I wanted more cum to come out. I was surprised that it was still standing but not as erect as I wanted it to. I massaged his balls slowly and knew that he was enjoying it judging from the moans of contentment he was making. He wanted to sleep he told me. I was tired too.
I just needed him to do one more freakish thing for me. What I didn’t tell him was that I wanted him to do it to me whenever he could. After the sex, and swallowing and taking of cum in any of my body holes, I wanted to drink piss. I don’t know where the craving came from. Piss was a salve for me, like it was something to wash with. What a crazy thing to want. I know it isn’t clean but it’s something I’ve always wanted. I just didn’t want to wash with it. I wanted to drink it straight from a cock. I didn’t want piss in any container. I wanted to watch piss coming straight from a man’s cock into my mouth.
So I lay there massaging my boyfriend’s tummy. He was tired. I understood. I went on massaging him even when his cock had gone limp and his balls sagged. I licked the tip of his now shriveled cock as if to coax the pee to come. He left me alone to do what I wanted. I wanted piss. Even if I wanted to sleep, wanted to have piss more.
It must have been half an hour when he kind of woke up from his nap. ”Ready ka na ba umihi?” ”oo, parang napapa ihi nga ako.”
I told him to just lay there and not to stand. Just leave everything to me.
His cock was starting to stand at attention. I turned him to his side while I turned on mine to face him. ”Just pee,” I told him. “Don’t control it. Just let it all out.” And he did.
It was such a joy for that yellow, sour, stream to suddenly gush into my mouth. I drank it as fast as I could so that nothing would drip on the bed. Lucky for me, it was just a few mouthfuls of urine else I just know a lot would have been wasted. I suck and sipped at the pee until there was nothing. I proceeded to clean his pee hole by opening it slightly, licking the pee drops that glistened out of it. I licked his entire cock clean over and over again. I pushed his legs up to include his balls. I puckered my lips and pointed my tongue, inserting it into his anus. He was finally clean. He was sound asleep by the time I was done.