It was Play Night, and I had her tied to the pool table, bent over the long side with her wrists tied to the legs opposite. Her chest was down on the green felt, her spike heels on the floor, and her dark stockings gripped her legs like black grips coal. Her skirt was thrown up around her waist and her black satin panties were pulled low enough to expose her entire ass, which had been cropped, flogged, and spanked till her cheeks glowed as red as two Jonathon apples. Her buttocks clenched and released as if still feeling the sting of the paddle.

Standard operating procedure would have been for me to take her from behind at that point, but I did something else instead. I opened my pants and pulled out my cock, pressed the head against her ass and started masturbating.

“What are you doing?” She turned her head, trying to see.. “Oh my God! You’re beating off!”

I didn’t say anything. Her ass was blistering hot against the head of my cock. She started to moan, then gasp. She trembled.

“Oh do it!” she hissed. “Beat off and come on me! God, that’s so hot!”

It must have been the degradation that did it, the suggestion that she wasn’t even worth fucking. Or maybe it was just the thrill of feeling my prick against her welts, but whatever it was, she actually came as I did, with nothing touching her but my cock on her ass. She pressed her pussy against the table and screamed as I ejaculated all over her beet-red buttocks.

Whatever it was, it’s now a part of our repertoire—beating off against her whipped ass.