All persons were over 18 years of age when this happened.

Artistic liberty has been applied, half because I can’t remember everything perfectly, and half because it’d read like shit if I couldn’t make stuff up to make it flow.

I have other stories! You can find them on my profile, I’d recommend reading those before this one.

Anywho, this was a while ago. Here goes.

Anna (fake name) found me in my small 1 car garage, wrenching on a generator I’d recently purchased, and that she’d tagged along on the ~120 mile round trip for. It was relatively early in the morning, about 8 or 9AM.

She came in, closed the door behind her, and sat down on the stool next to the workbench.

She was actually not in the same outfit she wears basically every day. It usually consists of jeans of some sort or shorts, usually wears stripe side sports shorts. She chooses to go topless as often as she can, and as you can guess, she was then, and also now as I type this.

She was wearing one piece of a white two piece bikini, and sat watching me fuck around with the carburetor on the 14hp Briggs & Stratton Vanguard engine. I eventually reached a stopping point, and looked up at her. She had the bikini top in her hand, and smiled at me, her dark red hair pulled up in a ponytail.

The 5000 BTU window shaker AC unit that could blew across her, and a few of the flyaways swayed in the breeze.

The AC unit which formerly lived in my house still lives in my shop. Then it was in a window, and now it’s in a hole I cut through the garage, which has vinyl siding, R15 insulation, and a double layer of 5/8’’ fire rated drywall. I did everything but the siding, and basically made myself a yeti cooler of a garage, so the meager output of the AC unit actually kept it quite comfortable.

She insisted on helping me with all of that work, and I considered writing about it, but there wasn’t much meat to that story. The only thing of note being that she had her titties out (go figure) and she had a Lush 2 in her while we were hanging the drywall.

“Figured I’d check in on you before I went and laid out on the deck.” She said, “I see you’ve made no progress.” She chided me, putting her bare feet up on the crossbar of the stool.

“That pale skin of yours is going to sizzle.” I told her, stepping up to her, and raising her chin with my right hand. I’m 6’4’’, and we’ve only got 4’’ of height difference, so I only had to hunch a bit.

I kissed her softly, and saw her grinning as I pulled away.

“The sunburn will give me an excuse to mimic the nudie.” She said. “Do you want me to do it naked?” She asked, her expression her usual “talking about something naughty” look.

“You know how I feel about making cosmetic changes for you, big girl.” I told her. She might go topless as often as she can, but she always wears at least a 2 piece swimsuit while tanning, simply because she likes the way the tan lines look on her body, I don’t rob her of that. She’s also very cognizant of wearing sunscreen. I have many fond memories of smearing it all over her body in our younger years, but that’s a story for another day.

“I know. Just figured I’d ask. I do like you controlling me like that sometimes.” She shrugged.

“Have anything in mind?” I asked, pulling another stool over and sitting next to her.

“No, I was hoping you did.” She said. “But that’s okay, I think I’d like relaxing and listening to an audiobook for a while.”

“Later?” I asked, rubbing her upper thigh.

“Later” She nodded, standing up.

She pecked me on the lips, then offered the bikini top to me, standing in front of me as I sat on the stool.

She turned around, and leaned back into me, and I wrapped it around her with my head over her shoulder. I tied the strings together, and put my arm across her chest, squeezing her left breast gently.

“I like doing that for you.” I told her as she made a content sound, leaning against me.

“That’s an idea, I could pick out an outfit and you could put it on me.” She said quietly, her voice just for me.

“That sounds fun.” I told her, suddenly having an idea. “Hey.” I piped up.

“Yeah?” She asked as I let go of her breast.

“Would you enjoy it if I played with your sunburn?” I asked.

“Like pain play?” She asked, sounding excited.

I nodded. “impact, maybe put you in a rope chest harness.” I suggested.

“That sounds nice.” She smiled.

“I’ll slather you in aloe and make you squirm with an ice cube on your clit after.” I told her, making her laugh.

She sat up, and turned around, trotting off in her swimsuit. “See you in four hours.” She said, smiling back at me. Something about the swimsuit made her long legs pop, and I liked the way her chest looked in the bikini top.

I smiled at her as she left, and looked back at the generator that I was quickly losing patience with.

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A while later

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I’d gave the carb off the generator a trip through the ultrasonic cleaner, and now it ran, but it pissed fuel out of the float bowl vent, and I eventually found out that the valve that fills the float bowl attached to the float needed to slot into a part on the rear of the float.

I fucking hate small engines, to this day.
Anywho, I’d gone inside, but not until I stopped to admire her as she laid out on her towel. Her eyes were closed and she had her headphones in. Hell, she was probably asleep.

A while later she came inside, and up to our room, which still only had a twin mattress, and was relatively small.

She was red all over, and she greeted me with a smile.

She sat down on the bed with a sigh, and stretched, putting her arms over her head in turn.

“Still alright with doing everything?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded, sitting up straight with her hands in her lap.

I sat down and shimmied till I was behind her. I moved her ponytail out of the way, and kissed her on the back of the neck, her skin warm beneath my lips.

“Are you okay with me taking this off of you?” I asked, tracing my fingers underneath the strings of her bikini top.

She nodded.

I untied the knot, and gently pulled it off of her, and laid the cheap swimsuit to my right. I put my head over her left shoulder, and pressed my chest against her back, putting my hands around her waist. She leaned back into me, and breathed deeply, in once & out once.

I untied the knots at either hip, and she eased upwards, letting me pull the bikini bottom out from under her. I sat it next to the top, and put my hands flat against her lower chest, beneath each breast.

The skin beneath my hands was sunburned and warm, every part of her not covered by the swimsuit a light red color, contrasting the pale skin of her pubic area and breasts which were covered.

“I’m going to start with these.” I said, gently tracing my right hand to the top of her right thigh, and leaving it there.

“You’ll be alright. I know you’re tough enough to take it.” I told her, making her giggle.

I made a tight fist with my right hand, bunching the sunburned skin in my palm, and making her wince.

“I’m okay with full force.” She told me. “I want to feel it for a few days.”

“You’re sure?” I asked, rubbing the spot I’d just manhandled.

“Yeah.” She said, and I could feel her smile.

“How do you want to take it? I’ll at least let you choose that.” I said, leaning back on the heels of my hands.

“I’d like to just lay on the bed, face up with my hands at my sides.” She said as she laid against me.

“Anything you don’t want to be hit with?” I asked. “Or anywhere you want me to stay away from?”

She shook her head. “No,” she paused. “Don’t, uhhm.” She started to say, cutting herself off.

“Don’t stop if I start to cry.” She said, turning on her side and hugging me.

“I’ll check in with you and keep going if you want, okay?” I said, putting a reassuring hand on her head.

“I’d appreciate no mercy, but I know you at least kind of care about me.” She laughed.

“What, like hitting you in spots I know you’ll hate?” I asked, making her nod.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted you to hit me on the vulva, but you’ve always been careful to keep things away from it.” She told me. That was true, I did my absolute best to make sure I didn’t accidentally hit her vagina, particularly if she was in the doggy position.

“I can do that for you.” I said, leaning down and pecking her on the forehead. “I’ll start slow and work up to your tolerance, okay?”

She nodded again, smiling.

“Lay down how you’d like.” I said, getting up, and moving the bikini to the rug.

I pulled the box of shit I kept under the bed. “Shit” being floggers, a dragon tail whip, two canes, one thin, one thick, ziplock bags of clamps, suckers, etc.

I left it there on the floor, and pulled one of her favorites out.

A simple leather belt made of a single strip of leather. Two inches thick, and thirty eight inches long. I folded it over, putting the tail next to the buckle.

“Put your hands under your butt honey.” I said. She did so, making sure I wouldn’t accidentally hit them.

She had her legs together, and looked exactly like she was in the “down” position of a leg lift exercise.

I laid the belt across her thighs, and she grinned. I could see her clitoral hood and a bit of her large inner labia sticking from between her pressed together thighs. The first time I saw that as a younger man, it made my heart skip a beat, and it hasn’t failed to do so once since then.

“Ready?” I asked her. She nodded, and I picked the belt up, and smacked her across the upper thighs, a fairly light blow, but she felt it. She scrunched her face up and her breathing quickened.

“Green.” She said with a smile.

I hit her again, slightly different place, both thighs at once, but harder.

“Green.”

Another, harder.

“Green.”

I stopped for just a moment, and rubbed her thighs, the skin already welting up.

“Don’t worry about marking me, it’s okay.” She said, her voice telling me she was in that floaty place as she made eye contact with me.

I leaned down, and kissed her on the lips. “Yellow when you’re limit, I’ll go no further.” I told her after pulling away, my face still inches from hers.

She nodded. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” I told her, and leaned back.

With no warning I hit her across the tops of both thighs, hard.

She laughed, a giggle mixed with a surprised exhale. “Green.” She said a moment later.

“It’s getting a bit crowded right here.” I told her, caressing her welts with my left hand.

“You okay with up here too?” I asked, gently circling one of her nipples with a finger.

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning wide. This is a good time to tell you she loves impact play on her breasts.

I put the belt away, and picked up the smaller of the two canes.

I started the rapid tap-tap-tap across her chest, focusing on one breast at a time, holding the cane with my right hand.

“Green.” She said. “This is nice.”

tap-tap-tap-tap-WHACK-tap-tap-tap

I smacked her, not extremely hard, but enough to make her squirm slightly.

“Green.” She said, still smiling.

I did the same thing to her other breast.

“Green.”

I switched places, and hit her nearly full force across the top of her thighs.

She gave a yelp of pain, but it faded to a smile after her pained expression.

“Green.” She said, breathing heavy.

I dropped the cane back into the box, and picked up the flogger.

“You alright with this in the same places?” I asked, swiping it gently across her stomach.

She nodded again. “Yes.”
“I know I don’t have to hold back with this one.” I said, making her laugh. Because of her pain tolerance, and the spread out nature of the flogger we have, she’s agreed that I can comfortably hit her full force everywhere, including her breasts.

“I’m still going to start slow.” I told her, “tagging” lightly atop her thighs, which were all but covered in welts.

“I appreciate it.” She said between scrunches of her face as I hit her on her thighs and breasts.

I worked up to full force, and gave her a good one across the top of her left thigh.

“Green.”

“You’re a tough one, you know that?” I teased.

“I do my best.” She replied.

I hit her full force across her left breast, and she bucked, but settled with a smile again.

“Green.”

Another few probably extremely painful hits later, I put the flogger back into the box, and knelt, putting my hand on her stomach.

“You doing okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She replied with a smile. “I want to keep going.”

“Ready to flip over?” I asked.

She nodded enthusiastically, and I told her to go for it.

“Face me.” I told her as she eased her tormented skin against the sheet. She did as she was told, and laid the left side of her face against the pillow, making eye contact with me as best she could.

“This is going to be all butt and thigh, okay?” I asked, rubbing them with the cane like a metronome swings, bumping the curvature of her ass.

She nodded, smiling, and closing her eyes. Her butt is big enough to protect her vulva when she’s laying on her stomach, so I didn’t have to worry about anything when she was like that.

I did the tap-tap-tap-tap thing again across her asscheeks, long enough for her to give me another green.

Another tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-WHACK-tap-tap-tap.

“Green.”

I started giving her hard whacks with varied pauses inbetween, keeping her guessing as to when the next one was coming.

I eventually switched to the back of her thighs, and did the same thing as with her ass.

Once most of her skin was welted along with being sunburned in areas, I put the cane back in the long rectangular box, and knelt again, this time right in front of her face.

I put my left hand on the side of her face. “Hey.” I said.

“Hey.” She smiled.

“You doing okay?” I asked.

She nodded, “I feel fine, I’m okay to keep going.”

I smiled at her, and kissed her forehead.

“I want you to hit my pussy.” She said without preamble.

“Oh?” I asked, rubbing her back. “With what?” I asked.

“I want you to start with the flogger.” She said.

“You sure?” I asked. She nodded.

“Lay how you want to take it then.” I told her. “Take your time. Tell me when you want me to start.”

She nodded again, repositioning.

She laid on her back, putting her legs over the edge of the bed, then pulling her knees up to her chest, grabbing her forearms near the wrist with her arms around the back of her knees. She put her legs nearly straight up in the air, which helped her center of balance, as her ass was hanging completely over the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to stand right here, okay?” I asked her, moving to her right side, and holding the flogger with my right hand, putting my left hand overtop of both of hers.

She nodded. “I’m ready.”

I started slow, just like I said I would. She closed her eyes and took it.

She didn’t react at first, but once I worked up a rhythm and increased the strength behind my blows, she started to wince.

As soon as I saw her wince, I stopped.

She grinned, and opened her eyes, finding mine. “Green.” She told me, nodding. “Keep going.”

I did, and worked up until she was squriming. I stopped with the constant tempo, and started to hit her with most of my strength, and kept her guessing as to when I was going to hit her.

Sometimes I’d rub her clit with the ball end of the flogger.

“Your pain tolerance is something else.” I told her after a particularly hard hit she gave me a green for. I couldn’t help but admire how her inner labia swayed after every hit, the surrounding skin a light red, just like the sunburn on most of her body.

“Thank you.” She replied.

I put my left knee against the mattress, putting most of my weight on it.

“I’m going to spread my legs, I want you to hit me straight on.” She said, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’d ask if you’re sure, but you seem far too eager for verification.” I teased her, poking her as she moved to spreading her legs and holding behind her knees. She didn’t reply, just laughed.

I hit her directly, the flogger taking her right in the middle of the vulva. She moaned and bucked.

I gave her a second, and she settled down.

“Green,” she opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I’m alright, keep going.” She said with a smile.

“Frankly, I’m impressed.” I said, switching the flogger to my left hand, and reaching down to her clit with my right thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly as I pinched and pulled her clit hood.

“You can use the whip if you want.” She said.

I shook my head. “No, I don’t trust myself with hitting you here with that just yet.” I said, ebbing my grip and rubbing her flesh between my fingers.

“Let’s stop for a moment.” I told her.

“Okay.” She said, letting go of her legs and letting them fall to hang over the edge of the bed.

I put the flogger down on the bed and moved next to her. She sat up, and put herself in my arms. I rubbed the outside of her bicep with my right hand, and put my left on her neck, holding her against me.

She hugged me back, and I kissed her on the forehead.

“That was fun.” She said, “we should do that more often.”

“I trust your judgment with your pain tolerance, but I don’t want to damage you.” I said, caressing the outside of her left thigh with my right hand.

She didn’t reply, just settled against me and took a deep breath, letting it out slow.

“You still want me to whip you?” I asked.

She nodded, then leaned back so I could see her grinning face. “Upper back?” She asked.

“Upper back.” I agreed, nodding at her.

“You can make me scream, you know.” She said, standing slowly and stretching. “I like this feeling.” She said softly, standing up straight again.

“What feeling?” I asked.

“The anticipation,” she giggled. “I like knowing it’s coming, but not knowing when.” She faced away from me.

“You ready?” I asked, picking up the dragon tail as she took another pace away from me, and stopped. She pulled her hands up to her chest, standing up straight with her chin up, ponytail hanging to her middle back.

“Hold on.” I said quickly, not wanting to yank her hair out of her scalp. I stepped up and moved her ponytail back over her shoulder, wrapping my arms around her gently, and guiding the end of it into her hand. “Keep hold of this.” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded, and gave me a smile over her shoulder before she faced away again.

“Ten?” I said, a questioning spin to my voice.

“Ten.” She agreed, unmoving.

I gave her two test lashes, both light just to make sure I got my distance right with the short whip. The last thing I wanted to do was hit her short and lay her back open. I was going for welts, not cuts.

She shivered as the first one hit her.

I gave her a second.

“Green.” She said with confidence.

“Want to change the number?” I asked.

“No.” She said simply, again with confidence.

“Okay.” I said. “Again, just like that?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She said, again, not moving a muscle.

I hit her again, putting a small stripe across her back.

“Green.” She said. “You can go harder.” She said, her voice floaty again.

“Don’t get overconfident.” I told her, “you’re doing just fine.”

I hit her again. Another green.

“Harder.” She said, rather sternly.

I hit her as hard as I could.

She yelped, staggered forwards, took a deep breath, then she stepped back again. “Green.”

“You want that for the last seven?” I asked, knowing she’d say yes.

She nodded enthusiastically, making the slack of her ponytail bob as she held the end with her hand.

She took the next seven full force hits like a champion, and on the last one, I put the whip into the box with a thump, and came up behind her slowly.

“All done honey, you alright?” I asked.

She nodded as I hugged her from behind, being careful with her welted skin.

“You should consider just going at me without concern.” She said playfully.

“Nahhh, not in my nature.” I replied, pulling her into a hug.

“I knew you’d say that.” She teased. “I like it better like this anyways.” She grinned wide.

“Ready for your aloe and ice cube?” I asked her.

“I actually forgot about the ice cube.” She said, an astonished tone on her tongue.

“You’re getting it till it melts then.” I tisked my tongue three times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you when to stop if it’s too much.” She said.

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The probably artificially colored blue gel was cool in my hands, it had something like 1% lidocaine so it would provide at least some pain relief.

I spread it across her bare back, gently across the welts brought up by the whip, but equally coating her entire body.

She laid with her eyes closed and a smile on her face as I put my hands across her whole body, giggling occasionally.

For someone with such a high pain tolerance, she was awful ticklish. Tickle torture is one of her hard limits, she enjoys it in a playful manner, not a “play” manner, and even then she’ll sternly tell me to stop if I ambush her armpits sometimes.

A cup of ice water she’d downed half of sat on the nightstand next to us for later use.

She flipped over, and I did the same with the other side. I paid special attention to her tits at her direction, and got her inverted nipples engorged, There was a stripe across one, but she said it didn’t hurt “too bad.”

“Ready to squirm?” I asked after she was slick and shiny with partially dried aloe.

She smiled wide, and nodded, spreading her legs like she was doing a butterfly stretch.

I fished one of the ice cubes out of the plastic cup, and put it in my mouth to slick it. “Dry” ice likes to stick to skin like a tongue to a flagpole. Never hurts to be careful.

I sat down in front of her with it still in my mouth. I swallowed, and pulled the cube out.

I brought it down the right side of her outer labia, and traced it up the other side. She didn’t even shiver.

“Good?” I asked.

“Fine. Get on with it, dummy.” She giggled.

I laughed, and put the flat edge of the partially melted cube against her inner labia, tracing it up and down her vulva.

“That actually feels pretty nice.” She told me, interlocking her fingers with her hands resting atop her stomach.

I spread her apart with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, pulling her clit hood up in the process. I pressed the tip of the ice cube against her clit and started rubbing.

“There it is.” She sighed, starting to twitch, clenching her jaw and her breathing quickening.

“Oh god.” She said softly.

“Want me to stop?” I asked. She shook her head quickly.

The fingers holding the ice cube started to hurt, and I pulled it away, putting it back in the cup.

“That’s enough.” I said, putting my other hand against her vulva, feeling the colder area of her clit.

“Thanks.” She told me.

“Let’s cuddle.”