Page 26 of Warped
CHAPTER 25: BINX
T he paddle looks to be fashioned from a single piece of black leather, with a handle that’s big enough to fit inside Traven’s massive fist, and a business end that’s just the right size to cover my entire backside. Some words are tooled into the surface of the paddle, but I’m having trouble reading them. For a moment, I think it’s my dyslexia acting up, then I realize the words are actually written backwards on the leather.
Under these stressful circumstances, my brain is in no state to translate.
All I can do is stare wide-eyed and gape-mouthed at the dangerous-looking paddle, and the even more dangerous-looking warper who is holding it. As I watch, Traven runs the fingers of his free hand appreciatively over the supple black leather.
“You know,” he says, in a voice that is low and rumbling. “We’ve got a bunch of spanking paddles in that closet. But this one… this one’s special . We had it custom made several cycles ago, but we’ve never had a chance to bust it out til now. You see, we’ve been saving it for the right woman—a woman who deserves this level of craftsmanship…”
His intense gaze tells me I am that woman. I don’t know whether to be honored or terrified.
I guess I’m a little of both.
“The time has come to finally break this bad boy in,” Traven says. “And you’re gonna help us. You and that sexy little butt of yours.”
It feels like a full minute passes before I’m finally able to speak, and even then, I’m not able to form a complete sentence.
“You mean… you’re going to…?”
“Spank you,” Traven finishes for me. “That’s right, Binx. I’m gonna give your bottom a spanking you won’t soon forget. But, first things first…”
He moves forward slowly, his naked body outlined by the light from the closet behind him. The muscles of his powerful thighs flex deliciously as he strides toward the bed, and his hard cock sways back and forth with every step, like a metronome putting me into a hypnotic trance. Nervous as I am, the sight of Traven’s incredible body still ignites within me an arousal that is impossible to ignore. My entire body feels like a helium balloon that’s going to lift off the bed at any moment and float to the ceiling high above.
When Traven reaches the bed, he stops and gently sets the paddle down atop the rumpled satin sheets. I let out a tiny sigh of relief, even though I know it’s premature.
Traven’s not going to let me off the hook that easily.
That’s not his style.
“There’s gonna be two parts to your punishment,” he says. “An internal part, and an external part. We’re gonna start with the internal punishment.”
My attention leaves the paddle for a moment, and I give Traven a confused look.
“Internal? Like… making me feel guilty?”
“Not exactly.”
Traven turns, and I’m treated to another, longer view of his thick, squeezable butt. Then I realize where he’s going, and my own butt clenches with anxiety.
The box of anal plugs is lying on top of a credenza by the wall, right where Rek placed it following my last training session yesterday. Now, Traven opens it and lifts out the last and largest of the plugs.
He also removes a bottle of lube. The one labeled Fire .
“Be careful, Traven,” Rek says behind me. “We don’t want to rush Binx’s training and give her more than she can handle.”
Traven strolls around to the side of the bed where Rek and I are both sitting. He stops right in front of me and slowly looks me up and down. I look him up and down too. Between the buttplug and the boner, it’s a struggle to keep my composure. But it’s the stern look in the warper’s eyes that really makes me break out in a hot sweat.
“She’s been prancing around with the second biggest one inside her like it’s not even there,” Traven says. “Hell, she even slept with it in. She can handle this one… can’t you, Binx?”
“I can handle anything you dish out.”
The words have left my mouth before I’m even aware of what I’m saying, and they’re laced with more attitude than I even thought myself capable of. I don’t know what came over me—or maybe I do, but I’m just too ashamed to admit it.
Either way, I can’t take it back. I’ve said it; now I have to accept the consequences.
Surprisingly, Traven seems pleased by my answer, attitude and all.
“Good,” he says. “Now turn your sassy self around and assume the position.”
I don’t have to ask what position he means.
I turn around and get on all fours on the bed, letting both warpers get another good look at my bare bottom. Then I drop my face into the satin sheets, redolent with the scent of last night’s mating, and I lift my ass high, giving them an even better view of the plug that’s already inside me.
“Yeah, just like that,” says Traven. Then to Rek he says: “Care to do the honors, bro? You’re the official trainer, after all.”
“My pleasure.”
Rek turns and climbs onto the bed beside me. He sweeps the rough palm of his hand up the backs of my thighs and over the curve of my upturned rump, giving both cheeks a nice, firm squeeze.
“Sweetheart,” he says. “You have the sexiest little ass I’ve ever seen. I think there’s only one thing that would make it look even better.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“A nice cream pie leaking out after it’s been fucked by a hard cock. Specifically, my cock… or Traven’s”
His words give me a funny feeling, like someone’s tickling my bottom from inside, and I squirm a little on the bed while still keeping my backside lifted high.
“I want that,” I whimper. “I want you and Traven to fill my ass with your cum until I can’t hold it anymore.”
Rek purrs lovingly. He bends down and kisses my bottom.
“That’s exactly what you’re going to get, sweetheart. But first, you need just a little more training…”
He grips the base of the plug that’s inside me and starts to pull it out, but my little ring of muscle holds onto it greedily, unwilling to let go. My body has grown accustomed to being stuffed back there, and now it doesn’t want to be empty.
“Try to relax,” Rek whispers.
With his other hand, he reaches beneath me, and his fingers find my throbbing clit. He begins to stroke it, working his fingertips in slow circles that send ripples of pleasure spreading all through my feminine core.
“ Relax …”
It’s almost shameful how readily my body responds to his touch, and how easily his skillful fingers make me climax. I couldn’t resist him even if I tried. Within mere seconds, I am shuddering and moaning as a series of intense orgasms wash over me in waves.
My hole releases its grip, and the plug slides out of me. That sensation only heightens the pleasure I’m experiencing between my legs.
At the same moment, I feel something hard pressing against my thigh. It’s Rek’s cock bucking at the sight of my exposed hole.
“Perfect,” he purrs.
He looks at Traven, who is now on the bed with us, kneeling on the other side of me.
“Why don’t you lube her up?” Rek says. “I may be the official trainer, but you’re a better disciplinarian.”
“Fair enough,” Traven says.
As for me, I don’t say anything. I just lie there face down on the bed with my ass raised and fully exposed. At no point in the past two days have I felt as vulnerable as I do right now. I never would have guessed it would feel this amazing.
Traven opens the bottle of Fire lube and squeezes a good amount onto the tips of his first two fingers. Then he rubs it with his thumb, spreading it all around so that it coats his fingertips fully. The air fills with a spicy fragrance that I know I’ve smelled before, though I can’t remember exactly where.
“Do you like ginger?” Traven asks.
Oh yeah. That’s what the smell is. Ginger. I nod my head slightly on the bed.
“This lube contains a synthetic form of gingerol, a phenolic phytochemical compound that occurs naturally in fresh ginger roots. When cooked, it transforms into zingerone, a sweeter and slightly less pungent compound, but personally I prefer gingerol in its raw, uncooked state…”
As I watch, Traven lifts his lubed fingertips to his mouth and touches them briefly to the tip of his tongue. He closes his eyes and smiles, as if savoring some delicious food.
“Has more of a kick to it,” he says. “You see, gingerol activates the so-called ‘heat-receptors’ of the tongue. It produces a similar sensation of heat when applied to other sensitive parts of the body. Are you ready to experience that heat, Binx?”
I’m not sure I actually have a choice in the matter. I’m certainly not going to say no after my earlier bravado.
“I’m ready.”
“Good.”
Traven places his two lubricated fingers against my anus and begins to slowly rub the slippery fluid into my skin. Just as I’m beginning to feel the first hot tingle of the gingerol, he slips his fingers inside.
“Oh fuck! ” I gasp.
“How does it feel?” Traven asks as he glides his two fingers in and out of my butt, coating my insides with the slippery lube.
“It burns ,” I whine.
“Can you handle it, or do you need me to stop?”
I dig my nails into the satin sheets and shut my watering eyes.
“I can handle it.”
The more Traven thrusts his fingers inside me, the stronger the burning sensation becomes, but it’s a good kind of burn, like eating spicy food or knocking back a shot of strong liquor. The difference is that this time, the burning isn’t in my mouth; it’s in my butt. All my attention becomes hyper-focuses on my punished hole until I am fully aware of every detail of Traven’s two fingers inside me. I begin to moan softly, half from pleasure, half from pain.
“Just as I suspected,” Traven chuckles. “Rek, ’ol buddy, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a little masochist.”
“It would appear so…” Rek strokes his hand over my sweating back and leans down so that his face is close to mine.
“How you feeling, sweetheart? You doin’ okay?”
I nod lightly.
“Yes, I… I feel good .”
If you’d asked me a few days ago whether I was a masochist, I would have said hell no. If anything, I’ve always thought of myself as someone with a lower-than-average tolerance for pain. A stubbed toe could put me out of commission for the rest of the day.
But now, in the masterful hands of two men I trust, I’m starting to see the light. The pain is like a seasoning that brings out the different flavors of pleasure—all the hot, sweaty, sinful flavors that make me want to test the limits I’ve never tested before.
“I think she’s ready for the plug,” Traven says.
“Yeah,” says Rek. “I think so.”
I don’t have to ask which plug they’re referring to. They’re talking about the big one, the biggest in the set. The one that will stretch me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before.
The tears in my eyes make everything a blur, but I can hear a wet squelching sound as Rek applies more Fire lube to the final plug. Then he and Traven work in tandem to spread my cheeks apart, and I feel the tip of the plug pressing against my puckered rim.
“Are you ready?” Rek asks.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I’m ready.”
The burning intensifies as the plug pushes into me, and I have to bite down on the bedsheets to keep from crying out. For a moment, the pressure is almost too much to bear. Then the thickest part pops inside, and all that’s left is that perfect, satisfying sensation of fullness in my bottom.
And the delicious heat of the gingerol tingling my insides.
“I did it,” I gasp.
“You sure did, sweetheart,” Rek says as he gives my butt a loving pat. “I knew we’d be able to train your sexy little ass to take the big one. I just didn’t realize what a quick learner you would be.”
As usual, Rek’s words of praise make me feel all hot and ticklish inside, and a blush of pride warms my cheeks. I guess it’s a strange thing to be proud of, but the sense of accomplishment is real.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Don’t go thanking us just yet,” Traven rumbles. “We’re only halfway through with your punishment, and the hardest part is yet to come.”
He picks up the leather paddle from the bed and presses it against my naked, plugged bottom, as if taking aim.
Then he draws it back and prepares to strike.