The President's Club,  Chapter 7

 

 Standing up suddenly, he deposited her unceremoniously on 

 the floor.  "Stay there!" he said commanded.

 

 Karin smiled to herself, the tingles starting already.  Her 

 man was back to normal.  Or what passed as normal for their 

 relationship.  She didn't want him to be gentle when he 

 needed to be rough.  That just made him confused.  There 

 would be a lot time for gentleness - for 'normal' sex - 

 later, she was sure.  Right now, she wanted him to be her 

 master, her tormentor. 

 

 Sam walked over to a pile of equipment in the back of the 

 room and selected several items.  Coming back to where she 

 sat on the floor, he gave her a single hand motion.  She 

 stood.  He led her out onto the wide porch across the front 

 of the cabin.  A twirling of his finger and she turned to 

 face away from him.  She had tried to read his face to see 

 what was coming, but he had kept all expression off his 

 face.  He had also kept his body between her eyes and the 

 equipment in his hand.  Karin sighed and tried to relax, 

 but the excitement kept her dancing from foot to foot.  

 

 “Stay still, slave!  I’m not going to chase you around the 

 room.”

 

 She grinned to herself, teasing him with her swaying hips.  

 An unfamiliar ‘whoosh’ preceded an incredible stinging pain 

 on her buttocks.  She yowled and grasped her burning ass 

 cheeks with both hands.  Her eyes were squeezed shut, 

 trying to block out the pain.  

 

 Roughly, one of her wrists was grabbed and pulled away from 

 her soothing efforts.  He fastened a thick, wide cuff 

 around the wrist and laced it on.  It was more like a 

 bowling glove with a thumbhole but the thumb and palm 

 exposed.  That hand was dropped and the other fitted with a 

 similar glove.

 

 He reached behind him and pulled over one of the benches 

 that lined the porch.  He manhandled her until she was 

 standing on the bench.  Because of her height, her head was 

 close to one of the large crossbeams that held up the roof.  

 He stood on the chair behind her.  A brief squeeze of his 

 arms around her reassured her.  She closed her eyes as she 

 leaned back into him.  The moment passed quickly.

 

 He shuffled her forward until she was on the end of the 

 bench.  He lifted her right arm up and out.  He hooked a 

 ring on the back of the gloves to a clip on the outermost 

 crossbeam. She had not noticed the rings on the gloves.  

 Her arm was stretched out wide to the side and to the 

 front.  Her left hand was raised and clipped, her arm 

 stretched out wide to the other side.  Satisfied she was 

 secure, Sam stepped down off the low bench and retrieved 

 another piece of equipment.  She felt him step back up 

 behind her.

 

 He ran his hands up her exposed sides deliberately, feeling 

 each rib carefully as he advanced up and around towards the 

 undersides of her tits.  The air she took into her lungs 

 went no farther down than his hands.  By the time he 

 lightly touched the bottom of her breasts she could barely 

 breathe.  Her breath was coming in short gasps.  He kissed 

 the top of each bare shoulder until she calmed down.  

 Reluctantly taking his hands from her chest, he pulled her 

 hair back, tilting her face up.  Her mouth dropped open.

 

 He gently inserted a large rubber ball into her mouth.  It 

 was the same one he had used the night before.  He had 

 fashioned it into a ballgag now.  He pulled the ends behind 

 her neck and tied them tight.  Her mouth was stuffed.  He 

 could feel her groaning now that the gag was in place, but 

 he could hear nothing.  

 

 Sam stepped down off the bench.  He walked around in front 

 of her, going down the two steps to the ground to do so.  

 Her hips were at shoulder height.  He grasped her around 

 her waist, lifted her feet off the bench and slowly lowered 

 her until she was holding her weight entirely by her gloved 

 wrists.  Her bare feet dangled several inches off the 

 ground and out away from the floor of the porch.  If she 

 had been aware of it, she had a beautiful view down the 

 mountain towards a deep blue lake in the distance.  

 

 He walked back into the cabin, mostly to calm himself.  

 Something about seeing her that way excited him in a way 

 nothing else had.  And he hadn’t even started whipping her 

 yet.  Just the one stripe of the riding crop crossed her 

 perfect white hemispheres.  He had to get himself under 

 control, or he could easily hurt her, leave a permanent 

 scar.  He had, in the passed, left his ‘mark’ on a special 

 woman or two.  But it wasn’t a scar caused by a poorly 

 wielded whip.  He picked up his pipe.  He hadn’t finished 

 smoking it, as he had been interrupted, albeit, not rudely.

 

 Sitting down in his chair he looped his legs over the arm 

 so that he was looking out the door of the cabin.  He re-

 lit the old pipe, gazing quietly out the door as the 

 aromatic smoke filled the cabin and beyond, calming him.  

 The sight of the naked girl hanging from the roof of his 

 porch pleased him.  He had dreamed of doing this, but had 

 never done it before.  The imagery of whipping a naked 

 woman hanging exposed to the wide outdoors appealed to his 

 sense of the twisted and the absurd.  It was fantasy come 

 to life.  One of his oldest and dearest.

 

 He knocked his pipe against his palm when it was empty to 

 clear the bowl.  Thoughtfully he put it back in the sealed 

 humidor to protect it from drying out in the thin mountain 

 air.  The moisture-tight seal closed with a ‘click’.

 

 Karin heard him move away from her, leaving her hanging by 

 her wrists.  She was thankful he had used the wide cuffs.  

 The extra width and strong lacing provided support over a 

 greater area and didn’t cut off the blood flow.  She 

 wiggled her fingers occasionally, and couldn’t sense any 

 signs of circulatory distress.  She had heard him move 

 away, then there was silence.  For a while, the only sounds 

 she could hear were the sounds of her body, her heart 

 beating, the blood whistling through her aorta, the 

 gurgling of gas.  Then she heard the birds calling out, but 

 buzzing of the millions of insects.  She heard the 

 underbrush rustle as something slithered or crawled nearby.  

 The sun heated the board in the roof and they cracked with 

 expansion.  The world of nature, when you get out away from 

 the city, is a noisy place.

 

 She had smelled the smoke from his pipe as it drifted out 

 the cabin door.  Its sweet pungent odor enveloped her mind, 

 giving her visions of golden forests, crisp autumn walks 

 hand-in-hand, cheerleaders and football games.  The 

 invisible tendrils of smoke wove their magic in her brain, 

 binding her tighter to her mystery man.  

 

 The ‘click’ of the humidor in the silent mountain air 

 sounded like a gunshot.  He was moving again!  She braced 

 herself as best she could, but she had no idea what was 

 coming.  Only that one stoke that still burned across her 

 butt.  

 

 Her arms ached now, the muscles and tendons being stretched 

 more than usual.  She tried not to kick her feet as any 

 motions tormented her already stressed shoulders and arms.  

 She strained to hear him, to find out where he was, and 

 perhaps that way get an idea of what he was going to do.

 

 Sam slipped off his loafers, then his socks.  The cool 

 stone of the cabin floor felt good against his feet.  The 

 bare wood on the porch itched a little as he stepped 

 quietly out of the cabin.  He wasn’t intending to sneak up 

 on her.  He knew that after a while, the pain would focus 

 the mind, much like meditation.  He did not want to disturb 

 Karin’s focus.  Just yet.

 

 When nothing happened and no sounds were made to give away 

 his position, Karin’s mind wandered to the scene in front 

 of her.  She saw the lake in the distance more clearly than 

 ever before.  The trees were so clear; she could see each 

 needle, each leaf, and each branch.  She saw the tiny 

 animals; the ones no one ever saw because they never moved 

 if they thought you were there.  Their tiny bodies darted 

 back and forth, as if they needed to be in two places at 

 once.  She wondered at the color of their fur, puzzling 

 that it looked so soft and...

 

 RED!!!!  

 

 Karin shook her head.  Where did that come from?  She 

 looked back up at the pink clouds.  There were red tinges 

 to all the leaves.  What was...

 

 WHITE!!!!

 

 Now the sunlight reflecting off the shimmering leaves left 

 white spots in her eyes.  Karin’s dulled pain receptors 

 were coming back on line, but her mind was fighting it.  

 The colors were too pretty.  She had never seen such vivid 

 colors before.  The REDS!!! and GREENS!!!! and BLUES!!!! 

 filled her mind with rainbows.

 

 On the sixth stroke, she heard the soft ‘whoosh’ just 

 before the supple crop caressed the bottom crease of her 

 ass, just above her thighs.  A trickle of pain leaked 

 through the rainbows.  It was the beginning of the dam 

 breaking.  She struggled to hold on to the various colors, 

 and managed to find a couple images she could retain.  

 These she wrapped in her memory, holding them tight as her 

 lover covered her naked exposed bottom with stripe after 

 burning stripe.  

 

 When he could stand it no longer, he moved behind her and 

 thrust his steel shaft into her compliant anus.  She did 

 not resist him, but he used no lubrication except the sweat 

 that dripped down her back and into her ass crack.  It was 

 insufficient to ease his way.  He forced his way into her 

 burning ass one centimeter at a time.  He went slowly, 

 almost leisurely.  There was no hurry now, no urgency.  

 There was no need to conquer, no reason to hurt.  What was 

 important was to possess this woman completely.  

 

 When he was finally inside her to the hilt, he fucked in 

 and out of her clasping hole.  He was not necessarily 

 gentle, but he did not want to tear her apart either.  He 

 grunted into her ear when he came, filling her back passage 

 with his spunk.  He wasn’t sure if she came or not.  It 

 wasn’t important right then.

 

 He pulled out with a soft ‘plok’.  The acrid smell of feces 

 drifted up between them.  He grinned, thinking that he 

 would always think of this moment when he took a shit from 

 now on.  It was not an unpleasant prospect.

 

 He retrieved the riding crop from where it lay.  Karin was 

 back in her own world now.  The ass-fuck had not hurt her, 

 not like it could have.  She had not found this one that 

 enjoyable, but she was there for his pleasure.  She cried a 

 little when she felt him spurt his seed in her rectum, 

 because now he would leave her.  She didn’t fear what would 

 come next.  She just missed him inside her.

 

 She was not aware of the stripes rising along her back 

 until they reached her kidneys.  She was being thoroughly 

 flayed as he worked his way up her back.  By the time he 

 had reached the midpoint, he was hard again, hard enough to 

 take her.  He methodically finished pummeling her back from 

 her sacrum to the shoulders.

 

 He dropped the whip and entered her once more.  This time 

 his prior deposit eased his entry.  This time he did not 

 hold back.  His fucking was frenzied, frantic, maniacal.  

 He was a madman, a throwback to earlier times.  He grunted 

 and howled as he took his pleasure in her hanging, beaten 

 body.  The primitive urges that overtook him would have 

 shamed him at any other time.  They were the urges that 

 civilization made laws against, to prevent moral decay.  

 These urges he vented on her defenseless body until, once 

 again he released his cum into her with a howl that set the 

 hairs on her arms on end.  It was the call of the wild and 

 she responded to it.

 

 Karin had felt the blows coming higher on her back and had 

 flipped her head back and forth.  Not in pain, but to clear 

 her long hair from her back, giving him a clear shot.  She 

 urged him on, willed him to sate himself on her body, in 

 her body.  She did not feel the pain anymore, not even the 

 aches in her arms.  She could feel the thud and hear the 

 slap as the crop landed solidly on her back, but there was 

 no stinging pain.  She knew in the back of her mind that 

 her brain had shut down to protect itself, but she wondered 

 why she was still conscious.  Who could she ask who would 

 know?

 

 When he entered her a second time, she was ready for him.  

 She relaxed her anus as much as she could to ease his 

 entry.  She pushed back as much as she could with each 

 forward thrust of his pelvis.  When he came, so did she, in 

 a satisfying quiet flutter of her pelvic muscles.  In a 

 way, it was the best orgasm she had ever had.  It had been 

 for his pleasure, and because of his pleasure.  It pleased 

 her that he had found satisfaction in her again.

 

 Sam stood back and looked at the figure hanging there.  In 

 the dying light of the day, the red blotches looked less 

 angry, the raised purple welts looked black.  As he took a 

 moment from answering the call of the primitive urges, he 

 examined her back and buttocks for breaks.  There were 

 none.  She would hurt, but she would not be scarred.

 

 In the silence, he moved up behind her.  His intentions 

 were just to hold her, to quiet her down, then, perhaps, if 

 she would have him, make love to her.  He had had his 

 fantasy.  And more.  He reached around her and held her 

 lightly, not putting too much pressure on her inflamed 

 back.  

 

 Karin felt him there.  She knew, somehow, he was not 

 finished.  There was more in him, more anger, darkness, 

 something.  He needed to release it, to find his limits, 

 too.  To relish the release of his dark side, and savor the 

 taste of it.  She needed it, too.  She felt his limp cock 

 up against her butt.  It took every ounce of will power and 

 muscle control she had, but she pressed her tender ass back 

 against that slick smelly cock.  Slowly she enticed it to a 

 turgid state, half hard, half soft.  Feeling her efforts 

 paying off, she redoubled them, becoming almost frantic, 

 begging for more from him.  He left tears on her shoulders 

 as he moved back from behind her.

 

 There was no place else to attack her luscious body but in 

 the backs but her legs.  He was not unfamiliar with 

 whipping lower limbs, but he was tired.  He needed to be 

 extra careful not to hit the tendons in the backs of her 

 knees.  He decided the best approach was to go down one, 

 the back up the other.  So he beat her that way, using a 

 backhand/forehand cycle.  Only the fastest moving part of 

 the riding crop, the tip, met her taut flesh.  Deep red 

 welts rose up in a herring bone pattern down one thigh, 

 across the knee, down her long calf to her heel.  

 

 His cock was hard again, much to his amazement.  He had 

 never been able to perform like this.  She incited him, 

 inflamed him, inflated him as no one had.  He was beyond 

 his fantasies now.  Her remaining unblemished skin drove 

 him on like an unfinished work of art.  Meticulously he 

 matched the stokes on the first leg, duplicating them in 

 reverse order on the other.  He ended with two stokes, one 

 to her outer thigh, the other splashing in the flow of cum, 

 her cum, running down her legs.

 

 Throwing the crop out into the clearing in front of the 

 cabin, he took her again.  Again, he took her in the ass.  

 This time he took her soul, her very being and made it 

 sing.  They moved together, joined in that obscene, 

 depraved union until he emitted his essence into her once 

 more.  He stayed embedded within her long after he had cum, 

 her compressions and spasms holding him captive.  She 

 seemed to cum forever, the spastic clenching on his raw 

 prick seeming beg him for more.  They stayed together like 

 that until he realized she had fallen asleep, hanging from 

 her wrists on the front porch.  He pulled out of her still-

 clasping anus, sat down on the rough-hewn floor, and 

 watched his lady love drift into dreamless sleep.  

 

 It had been better than any fantasy he had ever had.  He 

 tipped his head back against the wall of the cabin, deep in 

 thought.