Watching a Thrashing

She is famous for her role in Cement Garden where she plays the role of a teenage girl in a dysfunctional family who ends up sleeping with her brother. 

The other day, I found another movie of hers, Nymphomaniac, in which she catalogues her sexual journey from losing her virginity onwards. 

The scene I happened to find was when she finds someone who will whip her with a riding crop. She enjoys this, but it’s not enough. A little later, the same man ties her face down over the arm of a couch and whips her with a cat o’ nine tails. I have no idea how this was filmed, but it looks real. She certainly enjoys the beating because she masturbates by grinding herself into the arm of the couch. 

I watched each blow lane, and I watched as her bum began to show the welts. At one point, you see the car descend and her dress is cut by it. As I said, there must have been some cinematographic trick to the filming, but it looks real. 

At one point, I wondered if, perhaps, it was? 

As I watched her being whipped, I began to feel aroused. Very aroused. 

Before he starts whipping her, he pushes two fingers inside her. (When he first did this with the riding crop, there wasn’t much wetness on his fingers. When he does it on another day before using the cat, she is plainly very wet). It’s not faked. You actually see him finger her. 

I felt the anticipation. I also felt the control of holding the whip and deciding when (or if) I was to plant another blow. I also felt the anticipation of her as well…..the aching desire for more pain, and the joy when it was delivered. 

I have been whipped. My sister did it to me and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Oh it hurt. It hurt like fuck….but the pain brought with it a definite sexual frisance. 

I have also done the whipping. My sister and I used a garden cane on each other. It was during the last, longest lockdown, and I guess we were looking for new things to do. I learned that I like pain. I also learned that my sister loves it! It was possible to make her cum just by inflicting just the right amount of pain in just the right place. 

And so, to bed. 

Last night, I talked to Emily about this. She thought I meant spanking, and it’s true, spanking is a start. Emily has no experience of pain as a sexual stimulant, and I need to be careful. She giggled, (and her giggle is enough to make me flood my panties) and said, “Oh, so you want to be a naughty schoolgirl eh?" 

Now we do role play schoolgirls with each other, and although that wasn’t particularly on my mind, I figured it was as good a way in as any. Anyway, I enjoy age play very much. So I dressed the part. I have abandoned my thick, heavy kilt in favour of a pleated navy skirt over white (of course) panties, a simple white shirt and my old school tie. Knee socks and trainers, and I really do look about 15. One of the benefits of being short and having small boobs. 

Emily didn’t dress up. The kept her normal daywear on which gave her the authority needed. She made me knock at our bedroom door and made me wait before inviting me in. (During which time Dani saw me dressed as a schoolgirl. I wonder what she thought?) 

Once inside, we role played some hideous offence. I’d been caught smoking. Emily said she would have to spank me. She bent me over her knee and slapped my bum……really fucking hard! After three of them which really made me squirm, she said, “Well, this won’t do at all,” and tugged my panties down over my bum and repeated the slaps. This time it really stung, and it went straight to my clit! 

She reached behind herself and brought out a ruler. Three slaps with that and I actually wet myself a little. “You dirty little bitch!" 

The six whacks that followed landed in precisely the same spot and hurt like the very devil. I swear, I was almost there just from that, so when she parted my bum cheeks and sank two fingers up me, that was all I needed. I came hard…..really hard. 

Afterwards, we lay on the bed together. I saw the large wet patch I had made in her dress, and wondered how she would like me to get her off. She was visibly aroused, but just because we now know I like pain doesn’t mean she does. 

So I was surprised when she said she wanted to tell me about her first ever girlfriend. “We didn’t do much…not by our standards, anyway…there was lots of kissing and fingering, but….well….one day….” She tailed off. I think she was wondering how to tell me what she wanted to tell me. “Well, this one day, right? We were having sex, and I was lying on my back, she was straddling me. We were both naked. At one point she moved her hand quickly from the bed to me shoulder…I think I had tried to get up or something….anyway, the tips of her fingers smacked my left tit.” (Always ‘tit’’ or ‘titties’ with Emily.) “It happened a couple of times, always accidentally, always with the same result…..I liked it. I always meant to ask her to do it deliberately, and I don’t know why I didn’t….it just never happened.” 

So that was it, then? A request? I asked her to stand up and stripped her naked and lay her back on the bed. I pulled my panties back up, even though they were ruined with girl cum….Emily never minds how wet I get. She lay there and put her hands above her head, grabbing onto the lowest rail of the headboard. Fuck, but she looked vulnerable. She was also breathing very rapidly and deeply too!

I lifted my right hand and she tensed. No…this wouldn’t do. I reached over and found a silk scarf which I tied around her eyes. Then I lifted my hand again. I brought it down on her boob with what I thought might have been too much force. “Again,” she hissed…”Harder…get the nipple” 

Emily has extremely long nipples, and by now they were standing up a treat! Whack! This time I caught her just right, my fingertips lanced against her nipple. Six times I slapped her, three on each breast. I also found myself soaking up…again. 

I got of her (which took enormous will power) and ordered her to turn over onto her tummy. Lifting her skirt revealed dark green panties which, I knew without the need to check, would be almost black between her thighs with wetness. I eased them down over her bum. 

Ruler time. 

Smack!…….smack……smack….Three times was all it took. Emily cried out, “Do me….do me now…I can’t stand it.” Me being me, I had to go one better, didn’t it? Two fingers slid up her hole so easily, and my thumb pressed against her bum hole and slipped inside. Awkward though it was, I forced the other hand between her legs and felt for her clit. She came almost instantly. 

When she had recovered, she smiled breathlessly at me. “Holy fuck, Anna….we’ve got to keep that in!” 

Just when you think there are few new things to do, something else finds its way into the repertoire.  

I don’t think we will ever graduate to the cat o’ nine tails scenario, but hey, never say never, right? 

We cleaned up….and there was much to clean up, and pulled on a dress each (no underwear) before trying to creep downstairs quietly. We passed Dani’s door which was closed, and yes, being the bitches that we are, we did stop and listen. Only for a few seconds. That was all we needed to know that she was doing herself in there. 

Downstairs, we talks about how we thought she does it…which only got us horny again. We also talked about opportunism. What happens, exactly, if Dani comes on to one of us? What happens if one of us catches her masturbating in the jacuzzi, or elsewhere on the property? We have both of us talked with her about our love for having sex spontaneously anywhere, and that it’s not if she catches us, it’s when. Dani knows it’s going to happen…the only unknown is what she will do when it does. 

That conversation (superbly steered by Emily) also included Dani saying, “Well, you might catch me too!” When she asked what we might do if that happened, I said, “if it’s me, I will probably join in and masturbate with you.” Dani nodded and said, “I understand that.” 

So, as we talked downstairs, we heard the unmistakable sounds of orgasm. Dani has become way more vocal than she ever was, and knows damn well we hear her cum from time to time. 

One evening we will find a sexually orientated movie to watch after dinner. No, we aren’t trying to seduce her, but I for one would like to understand how one gets to 22 without ever having had anyone else’s hand between your legs. I’d like to know what does turn her on…what she thinks about when she masturbates…things girls talk about from as soon as they do masturbate….or at least, they did at my school. 

Well, my bum still stings, and I’m still wet, so if you’ll excuse me, I need my vagina sucked.