His body bucked and tensed, shifting the chair slightly across the carpet as the searing hot drop of wax burned his tender flesh. Deep in the crease of his buttocks and close to his anus, the wax cooled and hardened as his body shook in tremors of pain. Max grunted his discomfort and protests aimlessly into the gag.

A second drop fell stingingly red hot on the edge of the tight ring of muscles surrounding his anus. His head threw back and his buttock muscles clenched in a vain effort to ease the excruciating pain. The third drop hit home in the dead centre of his anus to bring muffled cries of sheer agony from him.

Each drip of the wax and his pained reactions brought stabbing spears of wonderful sensation tearing through Maria's body. So strong, so powerful were the feelings that she repeated the wax dripping many more times and revelled in his suffering. She felt alive and tingling with excitement, her wet pussy gripping with every one of his muffled pleadings for mercy. She paused and again left the room.
Half an hour she waited. It could have been, should have been longer but the pumping excitement within her brought with it impatience. She tested the broad leather strap by slapping it down on her palm and then strode confidently back into the lounge.

With the toe of her boot she kicked at the weight dangling beneath him and Max renewed his struggling protests, as his cock was jarred painfully. The strap swung down hard to slap noisily across his buttocks, a harsh and cruel lash filled with anger and hatred. Five more times Maria swung the thick strap with all her might before pausing in her pleasure.

Roughly, she pulled the gag from his mouth and squatted down before him, his face close to the firm and inviting swell of her breasts.

"Good?" she mocked brightly.

He didn't answer, his eyes looking directly at the soft firm orbs of her cleavage so close to him. Her heady perfume rose to stir his emotions even higher, and in his arousal he grunted as his cock hardened against the pull of the weight.
"Now Max," she breathed in a low husky tone. "I will beat you some more, if you can accept the desired number of lashes that I have in mind you may fuck me. If not? Well, such is life I suppose."

"Fucking bitch," he spat angrily back at her.

"Yes Max," she purred. "I am just that. We are two of a kind then."

She stood, raised the strap above her shoulder and lashed down hard on his buttocks.

"How many Max?"

"Five!" he grunted.

"Five?" Maria mocked. "Twenty five I had in mind."

Before he could answer, her hand came around his head to stuff the panties back into his mouth.
"But then of course," she said evenly, "you really have little choice in the matter. One!" she stated aloud and swung the strap down hard on him.

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