This time I put the bath with bars next to me, so that if necessary I would not go to it again across the room. Stella's buttocks are even more swollen and have completely lost their charming form. They were crossed by several swollen scars of bright pink color, a little thicker than the rod that struck them, and thirty centimeters each. Especially a lot of them were in the bottom of the buttocks, on the border with the hips area. It was there that I sent another fourteenth blow. Stella's knees fluttered, my head swayed to the side, and my hearing caressed a quiet, mournful moan. How much can she tolerate? And if she did not know how many blows I was going to give her? Tormented by these questions, I again and again, not slowing down, sent a long twisting rod to her, too, a long and also wriggling body along the most intricate paths, and parallel to the floor, and from different angles, and perpendicularly from top to bottom, coming up close. A couple of times, I even tried a quick criss-cross strike. After one of them, the long, sharp end of the rod stuck into her right thigh, tearing the skin. Blood splattered, and Stella made an inarticulate wheeze. I immediately stepped back and, without stopping, slapped her next blow, aiming at the same place, but missed. However, Stella fluttered up, immediately dropping after another twig. Now she pressed herself against the surface of the table, as if trying to dissolve in a tree heated by her heated body. I could get to the same place, but for this I had to slow down and aim well, and Stella was on the limit. Eh, tell me not thirty, but forty blows, and she probably would have screamed. The strength of the impact on me is nothing compared to the cry of the pain of a long restraining woman. And here it is necessary to be content only with convulsive jerks, groans and shoulders shaking from sobs. But there was no time for hesitation, and I continued to whip Stella at a fast pace, with a force dropping the rod onto her quivering buttocks with a pull down and in different directions. She tried to guess the direction, moving the pelvis in different directions, but I constantly changed it, and the girl always remained the loser. Nevertheless, this game made her somehow distract from the pain. But it remained to endure quite a bit. No matter how hard I tried to wrest a scream from her, it was all in vain. Despite the fact that in the end, her skin had burst in two places on her buttocks, and her whole body was glistening with sweat, Stella withstood the fifty strongest blows with a belt and thirty long sturdy rods without a single cry. I have never seen anything like it before.

“Well, well, you can stand up,” I said, trying to add more condescension to my voice, but still there was a mixture of disappointment and admiration in it. “I think you earned a week-long vacation.” We will be waiting for you next weekend.

But Stella was in no hurry to get up. Wincing at the pain and whining softly, she stroked her ripped buttocks and thighs, which swelled right before her eyes, with fingertips. I gave Larisa a sign, and she went for the medications, finally taking off this unforgettable sight in close-up.

2.

Over the next week, Larisa and I more than once watched a video tape with a recording of this example of Stella’s incredible resilience. She did not differ in low pain sensitivity, which was noticeable by the expressive facial expressions of her face, hidden from me in the process of whipping. Larisa, apparently, burned a sense of rivalry. She was flattered that she was the most enduring and patient woman of all my sadistic games partners.And indeed, even among the female part of our sadomasochistic club, few could compete with her. But Stella certainly belonged to those who could. Therefore, the idea to hold an endurance competition between them was born of itself.

I had to abstain from all punishment for the whole week so that Larissa and Stella were on equal terms. And then one more, to give Stella's ass to finally recover. But then came the long-awaited Sunday evening, when everything was ready for an endurance test. Stella this time appeared in a frank mini-skirt and a symbolic topic, but Larisa was dressed up in her best evening dress with a frank neckline and bare shoulders.

“Well, dear ladies,” I turned to them after a light dinner and a casual conversation. - Today, Larisa and I want to check who among you is better in pain. I think it's time to do it.

The script was thought out in advance. Stella and Larisa in turn should have received several series of blows, ten in each. We thought for a long time about what strikes would be worn, and as a result came together on a classical instrument - a long bamboo rod, capable of inflicting perceptible pain even with a small force of impact. In order to avoid the influence of the interested party, that is, me, we decided that a series of blows would be given to each other by the subjects themselves. The rules were very simple: the one who asks to stop or runs away loses, because we did not plan to tie this time. You could shout and moan as much as you like, but it was strictly forbidden to hide behind and wag too much of the lower half of the body.

We decided to conduct a test in our bedroom on my favorite machine, only this time without tying. By lot first take ten blows fell Stella. Shaking her hips, she slowly pulled off her mini-skirt and lowered her tiny black panties down her elastic thighs. The scars on her buttocks had almost completely disappeared, and her tender skin on the flooded two weeks ago was ready to take new tests. Larisa was waiting for her, already waving the rod in the air. When Stella fell back into the starting position, spreading her arms and legs to the sides with the letter X, she looked at me. I recorded two video cameras, one of which was to shoot Stella's face, and the other her ass, took a comfortable position in a deep easy chair and showed with a gesture that an unusual competition could begin.

My wife whistled through the air several times, enjoying the elastic fluttering of the long rod, and then gently led her along Stella's flawless legs, from knees and up to the waist. Then, quickly swinging, she forcefully lowered the rod exactly in the middle of her little strong seductive buttocks. Stella did not even flinch, only slightly moved her long thin fingers, so far not even clenched into a fist. The first strike was immediately followed by the second, dropping a little lower than the first, and the third lay immediately under the second. Larissa did not make big pauses, steadily covering the limited space of Stellina's ass with fast flashing and immediately fading stripes, but after the first ten she did not make a sound and did not make a single attempt to evade.

It’s Larisa’s turn. She surprised me that she took off her elegant evening dress with velvet laces and was completely non-erotic and, on top of that, stood outside the field of view of the video camera. Stella, in the meantime, having straightened herself up without any effort, and without even touching her freshly-touched buttocks with her hands, took the bar Laris had laid aside and was ready to reciprocate with my wife. Larisa without hesitation settled down in her place, having exactly repeated her position, and Stella, swinging widely, immediately lashed her slightly lower than the waist from bottom to top.

It soon became clear that acquaintance with the rod from Stella was limited only to the loin parts of the body.The swing was too wide for her, and the blow was hasty, as a result of which the rod did not hit the body with her whole “working” surface. On top of that, Stella did not master the blow with a delay, and when she tried to use it several times, the instrument of punishment ... Read more →