The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 9)

Rough palms caressed my hot cheeks. I pressed back into his touch, waggling my naughty hips; spreading my thighs with silent entreaty. His boots kicked my ankles even wider. I dipped my hips and groaned as his thick fingers probed my now open channel. I adjusted my grip on the far edge of the desk. His heavy cock pressed past my puckered portal into my pulsating pouch: thumbs resting either side of my ridged spine, his fingers wrapped under my somersaulting stomach. He began to move out then back in with majestic sweeps like an Oxford crew on the Thames.

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Kismet of Submission: Episode 8

As she stumbles out of the room, we can see Tamara appears to be dazed. The graphic and clinical lecture about safe anal, glossed over the emotional aspects of an act that for many is taboo. Informative—yes—but neither of the panelists offered an explanation as to why someone would want to be fucked up the ass in the first place. If we could read Tamara’s mind—which as omnipresent narrators we can—her thoughts are circling this very central thought. Mechanics and preparation aside, very little about anal sex is titillating to her. In her fantasy, Sir has spanked her again, and is mounting her from behind in her wet pussy. The metal process is tricky: we can’t experience pain in dreams, but the emotions lash us all the same. Tamara’s primary emotion is confusion. She’s certainly intelligent enough to realize that under the right circumstances, she might find herself acquiescing to his cock in her rectum; but the reasons why remain elusive. Being taken passively versus participating in your own ravishment would make her complicit in her own debauchment. That; is a terrifying realization and she quickly shunts the observation into a strongbox labeled, anal; and shoves it in the overflowing closet of ‘things to resolve later’.

He waits for her in the hall after taking a quick pit stop, and they purchase drinks at a nearby kiosk. He refuses to give back her bags, and instead offers his free elbow for her to hold. She gives him an up-and-under glance with the slightest of headshakes and hooks her left forearm through the gap.

As they walk—his stride shortened—she continues to ponder about anal. ‘If I said yes, and that’s a big if, what would you do first?’

‘To anal?’ At her jerky nod, he frowns. ‘Well, it depends on the situation. Is it after a spanking, during vaginal sex, or a standalone experiment? If the latter, then a hot shower, likely a drink to relax the nerves, lots of touching and kissing, followed by prep and slow and cautious penetration.’

‘And the first two scenarios?’

He gives her a dominant smile. ‘Part of spanking is punishing the anus. A few sharp slaps that sting, and thumb and fingers rotating and spreading you open. As with intercourse, the next thing you’d feel would be my tongue licking and twirling across your wet pucker. Being turned on makes the thought of kissing your ass that much hotter.’

‘So… you… wouldn’t clean first?’

He leans closer and whispers in her ear. ‘No, Tamara, in the middle of sex, my mouth waters at the thought of suckling your tight, bitterly sweet earthy tangy butthole. I only wish my tongue was six inches long so that I fuck inside your ass with my mouth and lick you clean.’

Tamara shudders and her panties dampen at the raw erotic vision of her ass up with Sir’s face burrowing between her red-hot cheeks. If that’s being submissive, it’s a whole ‘nother level of kink she’s never considered. She clenches deep inside when she flips the script and realizes the distance between a blowjob and servicing her Dom’s ass is razor thin. Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into!

Squeezing her arm against his side, he chuckles quietly. ‘Long, slow, wet sweeps burrowing inside you. Just think, I’m very curious to find out how your pussy tastes too.’ He holds her up as she misses a step. ‘Oh look. Here we are. “Submission: not just for doormats anymore.”’

Tamara breaths out, the wetness and tingling between her thighs growing with every sordid image his words create. She can’t even focus on the woman standing at the door welcoming her guests.

‘By the way, you may not be a submissive—yet—but you are, and never were a doormat. No woman is.’

‘Welcome, my friends!’ the woman calls out. ‘Are you here for my little performance?’

We do a classic double take. So tuned into the lures cast upon the waters by Sir, only now do we take in the full impact of the woman. Hippy-chic is our first visceral reaction. A shade under six feet, gray hair tied back in a long ponytail falling to mid-back, she’s wearing a peasant blouse in turquoise and an ankle length pleated dress in rich canary yellow; cinched at the waist with a wide cinnamon braided sash. Her smile… it lights up the hall: We—and they—feel as if she’s a friend known for our entire lives. She radiates peace and goodwill with outstretched hands.

Her touch sends sparks through Tamara’s palms. ‘Yes,’ she stammers. ‘We are here for your lecture. Sir wanted to attend.’

‘Wonderful. It is always lovely to have audience input from established couples.’

He raises her knuckles to his lips, placing a light kiss. ‘Thank you, for the gracious welcome, Susan. This beautiful woman is Tamara. We are… negotiating, at present, and are not yet a couple. I am a Dom, whether she is a submissive, never mind my submissive, is in progress. I hope your lecture will be informative for her.’

‘My, my, aren’t you a polished one.’

‘I do my best.’

‘I am sure you do. Please, enter and pick out a seat. I will explain the gift box when all have arrived.’

More people are here than at the previous lecture, and the few pairs of seats left, are all in the front row. He leads Tamara by her wrist, his raised eyebrow at her quizzical expression the only other overt representation of his dominance. Picking up the beribboned four inch square silver and gold wrapped boxes on the seats, he waits until she sits before handing over one. They can’t resist shaking them and exchange silly grins.

‘Thank you all for attending, “Submission: not just for doormats anymore.” You may have noticed the gift boxes.’ Susan laughs along with her audience. ‘The reason is very simple. Please remove the tops and take out the contents.’

There is a sustained soft rustle, followed by low confused murmurs.

Submission… is a gift. Given and received freely. On each of the three sticky notes, please write a word or phrase representing what submission means to you. When you are done, please come forward and place them on this whiteboard.’

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The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 8)

His stern countenance made me tremble. “Very well, Ruby. Over the desk.” The smooth oak felt so sensuous under my aroused bosom. Tight nipples aching to be squeezed pressed into the grain, thighs flexing as I felt the instant moisture pool on my quim. Fingertips gripped the walnut trim on the far side, toes rose en pointe, bottom presented to his will. Yesterday’s soreness roared to life with the hard blows of leather wrapped maple striking my proffered flesh. I yelped once, settling into a pattern of rapid puffs, breathing through the delicious pain. Take me! I’m a wanton slut!

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The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 7)

I curtsied, and reflexively removed my uniform. My courses were due any day now; I made a mental note to ask for linens. “Sir? If I may, do you wish to give my daily spanking now?” Pen flying over ledger, he did not look up when he spoke. “I am rather in a lather at the moment, I do not wish you to suffer you the consequences.” I patted my full tummy and discretely burped. “If I may be so bold, Sir, if there is the slightest chance I have caused your temperament to be disagreeable, then punishment is due.”

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The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 6)

“I could not, and did not have means to resist my fiancé in exercising his soon-to-be conjugal rights. I thought that was the entire point of the exercise, that men require a female to be subjugated and spanked before sexual congress takes place. Am I incorrect, Sir? I have done everything asked of me, and do not understand your upset.” His fulsome mustache quivered and his eyes bulged. With visible effort, he controlled his flexing hands and leaned forward on bunched fists. “Rest assured, Ruby, I shall get to the bottom of the situation. In the meantime, you may clean.”

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The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 5)

Such were my tumbled thoughts when I reported to his study. I was still on probation, subject to regular whippings, but after my virginity vanished, I was only planning my wedding, not trying to upset the social order. “Ruby! What the devil are you about?” I blinked in confusion. “Sir?” His lordship slapped a paper on his desk, apparently annoyed with something I’d done. “This states you allowed Mr. Jones-Smyth to pluck your bud yesterday! I did not give you permission to seduce him!” I was dumbfounded. “Sir. Mrs. Cleanknockers will vouchsafe I was tied to the horse and caned.”

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Kismet of Submission: Episode 7

There are chuckles and elbow nudges as the audience reacts to his last words. Cathy smiles and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Look, if you polled people as to why they’re not interested in anal, pain would likely be first, followed closely by the messy ick factor. But—to quote the revered sage Forrest Gump—shit happens.’

Louder laughter this time with knowing smiles.

‘That was my first choice for a company name. No, not really. So, can and is anal painful? Of course it is. If it’s done without prep and lube, and like drilling for oil, anal can be a very traumatic experience. Keep in mind though, some people get off on pain, and anal sex that isn’t hard, fast and deep, is likely to be just as unsatisfactory as crappy technique.’

‘Thanks, Cathy. From a medical standpoint, the anus, rectum and sphincters are not designed to allow ingress of large objects. If you take nothing else away from this course, remember: lubricant, lubricant, lubricant. Saliva and vaginal secretions are not lubricants. Again though, if it’s pain sensations you are after, and the recipient is willing during consensual anal intercourse, then the type and amount of lubricant can be as little as none. The anus will yield to pressure, but not easily nor without discomfort.’

‘What Heathcliff is saying, is that communication and experimentation is necessary to have an enjoyable or even an orgasmic anal session. Talk first, in detail, and take it slow and easy until you’re comfortable. Ramming it in the first time—or any other time—without permission is rape.’

It’s quite possible some of you reading have decided to walk out at this point. Sodomy has been, and still is, a crime punishable by death in many places. Laws designed to incarcerate and punish homosexual men, are still on the books in jurisdictions around the world. Sodomy itself can be either anal or oral penetration of the penis into a male; however, the law does not always discriminate between the sexes. Married heterosexual sodomy is illegal, based not only on precedent going back thousands of years: but by most religions’ teachings and texts. The slang term for anal sex, Greek, is derived from the Ancient Greek culture’s practice of nude exercise, [the term gymnasium itself means ‘exercise naked’] and the practice of pederasty—an adult man mentoring a boy between ages twelve and seventeen or until the boy grew hair. These relationships were supposed to be mainly about preparing the boy for citizenship and taking an active role in society, rather than just sex. Adult homosexual actions were considered unacceptable.

Tamara is a bit uncomfortable with the graphic nature of the lecture thus far. That discomfort rises higher when Cathy and Heathcliff wrap dildos in condoms, and lube up the latex butt molds. She glances sidelong to see him returning her wince with a wink.

He leans over. ‘So, what do you think do far?’

‘If this is supposed to make me want to have anal, they’re not doing a good job so far.’

‘Never?’

‘No, thankfully I avoided that at least, Sir. I can’t ever see myself submitting to that.’

‘We’ll see.’

‘Sir…?’

‘Oh, no force, ever, but all I’m saying is, never say never. You may find yourself craving a good anal fuck one of these days.’

‘Humph. You’re awful cocky, Sir.’

‘Not really, just confident I could please you and give you an orgasm or two.’

She turns back to the front, his hand slips into her grasp as if made to fit. She’s never enjoyed sex, only endured and the thought of Sir’s cock entering her makes her squirm on the thinly padded chair. If—and it’s a big if—he’s not bullshitting her, then maybe… someday… if she sticks around long enough, she can actually have one of those romance style encounters with the bodice busting cover. Her smile, this time, is that secret expression of feminine satisfaction knowing she’s hooked his attention.

Her fingers are so slender as he gently squeezes her palm. There’s not much new in the information being dished out, but it’s an upbeat and professional presentation nonetheless. His smile is satisfied too. If Tamara sticks around, and after they negotiate some more, he’s going to have fun training her. There’s a lot to unlearn, and pitfalls to avoid, but she has potential. Take it slow, don’t push, and find out what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

‘Just to make everyone more comfortable, Heathcliff will penetrate the female bottom, and I the male. Most people, incidentally, call anal sex with an object ‘pegging’ or being ‘pegged’. Normally found in Femdom relationships of any gender. Many dildos these days can be utilized in a harness, typically called a ‘strap-on’. Do you want to go first, Heathcliff?’

‘Sure. Folks, don’t hold a dildo or a vibrator like a stabbing knife. And men, don’t use your penis like a weapon. The first thing you need to do, is insert at least one lubed finger through the anus into the rectum as far as you can go. Use a glove if you’re squeamish, or want to be sanitary. Twirl your fingers so that you get a good coating on the interior walls. No amount of lube is too much. In fact, many people use this.’ The crowd gasps as he holds up what appears to be a caulk gun. ‘This is an enema syringe which can also be used to inject large quantities of lube. Next, when your partner is ready, gently press the tip of the dildo like this. You’ll feel resistance—it always helps if your partner presses out as if having a bowel movement—and push forward slowly until the anus gives way enough to enter slightly. Wait a moment and check with you partner to make sure they want to proceed. The rectum is very tight at this point, and the person on the receiving end will feel a pinching and likely painful sensation as the penis/dildo moves deeper. Once past this point, the rectum widens allowing for easier penetration. Bottoming out depends on the size of the object, both length and girth. Once seated as deep as is comfortable, solicit feedback before any pullback and reinsertion. This is not a zero-to-sixty race for a gusher.’

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