from Spank Pig Feminist

Nathan handed me the pussy paddle. I looked up at him. “Go ahead," he smiled. “Try a hard one."

I examined the vicious little spikes, especially the longer, sharper ones clustered right where they would strike my already stinging clit. 

“Wait!" intervened Tuckerson. “One more thing. I mean two, actually." He pulled a couple of small items from his breast pocket, one a shiny metal contraption that looked a bit like an old fashioned retainer of some kind, the other a flask-shaped bottle, with brown glass but no label.

“What are those," I asked, frightened again.

“This one's for your hood," he said, and handed it to Nathan, who proceeded to fit it on me. It pinched a little tab of skin at the lowest edge of my mons vénus to hold it in place, and then pulled up my clitoral hood by means of two tiny hooks. The hooks were so small and dainty they looked like jewelry, and the barbed points on the hooks were so thin I could barely feel them going in. “They're a little thornier to extract," said Nathan, "but you don't have to do it often. In your case, you should probably just leave them in."

I was a little startled at this, but they did their job and they didn't hurt a bit. My clit was entirely exposed.

Our dark haired host proceeded to hand Nathan the bottle. “You need to apply this to your pussy paddle every time you use it," said Nathan. “Even if you stop for just a few minutes, you are required to reapply". The bottle was topped with a tiny cork, which he had to twist a bit to pull off. “Just a little splash is all that’s necessary,” he said, and he poured about a teaspoonful onto the spiked side of the implement, swishing it around to coat it thoroughly. 

“What's in that?" I asked. 

Tuckerson answered. “Its a blend of medicines. First and foremost, a disinfectant to keep your twat from rotting off. Secondly, a dash of prophylactic antibiotics, for the same purpose. And it's a salve to accelerate healing. But most importantly, this miraculous syrup contains a powerful local stimulant, sometimes referred to as the "female viagra". Actually various substances have been called by that name, but this one is special... It's so effective it's not offered on the western market, by prescription or otherwise. Authorities fear its inevitable misuse. But really it's not dangerous at all, except that repeated use sometimes causes a permanent state of intense arousal in the female. Well actually it always does, but that's a sacrifice you'll have to make on behalf of your employers. You've already signed the contract; too bad you didn't read the small print. But you'll be glad to know it won't make your punishment sessions any less punishing. This wonderful sensitizer is perfect for the young lady who seeks pussy punishment, because it decidedly augments both the pain and pleasure component of any vaginal sensation, very much including repeated multiple perforations over the entire surface of a woman’s vulva. In fact that's its strong suit, because as the vulva gets more and more perforated, the elixir soaks deeper and more effectively into the flesh of her genital area, each tiny puncture a new conduit though which the delicious, fiery substance can reach the roots of her nerves. That's why you don't need very much. But just in case you get addicted to it, as most, well, as all women do, never fear because you will have unfettered access to an endless supply. 

While Tuckerson "mansplained" the bottled elixir, I grew more and more anxious, until I was all but out of control. “Please!" I begged, not knowing whether I was begging for or against the dreaded medicine. 

“Go ahead,' said Nathan, handing me the thickly coated paddle. I had seen him splash a second helping on when Tuckerson described the dual effects of the stimulant, adding even a dash more with the mention of its addictive qualities.

I was terrified, but as Tuckerson had pointed out, I’d already signed the contract. “Do I have to?" I asked Nathan. 

“Don't you want to?" he asked in return. In answer, I drew a deep breath and held the wicked paddle above my head, then smashed it down on my sore, infinitely deserving pussy.

"AAAAAAAGH!"  I shrieked at the top of my lungs, clamping my legs closed and struggling for air. 

“Do it again!" commanded Nathan, and I did, screaming and wailing in unimaginable agony.

“Again!” repeated Nathan, raising his voice for the first time since I had met him. Even as I squealed and gasped, I recognized that I would obey Nathan’s commands always, whether they were whispered, hollered, or tattooed on my bare behind.

“Again!” he shouted, and on the third strike I noticed an unfamiliar heat rising from my genital area, and by the fifth strike my vulva felt like it was swelling up like a balloon. The stinging felt as if each tiny puncture were individual bee stings, but the cumulative effect was magnificent, almost unearthly.

It was not as if the pain was reduced in even the slightest degree, in fact I was sure it was augmented, as they’d promised. And It was not that a “pleasurable feeling” was added on top of the pain. Rather it was as if the pain itself became the pleasure, and the pleasure in turn gave birth to a new kind of pain. As the magic elixir soaked into a thousand tiny pinpricks, the crazy stinging and slapping sensations became frighteningly richer and more compelling, as if a third dimension had been added to a world which hitherto had been flat.