08-04-2008, 04:24 PM
Pam's Solar Plexus written by Frank
I hung a large thick lounge pillow to the wall with several other hanging ties and waited for Pam to get home. After greeting her with a long kiss while stroking her clitoris for a couple of minutes, I handed her a small tube top and skirt and said, "Join me when you're ready."
When she saw the wall set-up, her eyes widened and she said, "What creative way to hurt me have you come up with tonight?"
I led her over and pushed her back against the pillow, which met the top of her back and extended to just above her butt. After another long kiss, "My usual favorite. I thought the pillow would feel better on your back."
"It's not my back side that I'm worried about, unless you have a whip ready, too. You will go easy on my poor defenseless belly, won't you?" She looked up with her sweet brown eyes and pressed her lips and body into me. Her bare middle against mine made me rise all over.
"Easy to medium. You know I'll never seriously hurt you because I love you."
"I know. And I really do love getting you so excited, but I worry that I'm not as tough as you think I am."
"I don't think anybody looks at you and thinks you're tough."
"Just a softie who needs protection. But who will protect me from my wild sweetheart?"
"If you're really worried we can do something else."
"No, I trust you" and she raised her hands above her head.
I slipped her wrists into the nooses which were tied six feet off to the sides with a slight up angle; two straps slipped under each arm pit and held her up and straight with her bare heels just on the floor. I attached a soft collar to her neck, which was a little looser than the armpit slings.
"So many bonds for such a little girl," she teased. Last, I pushed her ankles back against the wall and strapped them tight.
"Just want to keep you in the right place."
Oh god, the body rush. The pillow thrust her belly and chest out beyond the rest of her body, which was anchored back to the wall and ceiling. I poured a glass of champagne and held it to her lips while she sipped it down. I rested my hand on her upper belly and savored the nervous rise and fall. I reached under her skirt and slowly rubbed pleasure into her while holding her close.
"You know that I think you're the sexiest woman alive?"
"I bet you say that to all the girls you tie to the wall."
Her clitoris hardened and she raised her hips into me. I listened to her breathing get faster and the low pleasure moans begin before stopping just before she came. I slipped a blindfold on her and stood back. Her 5'8" frame was spread out in awesome vulnerability; arms wide, back erect, and belly held forward. Before me was the sexiest place on Earth, in my opinion, and I was about to punch it several times. This whole contraption was to perfectly set up her solar plexus. Her arms were wide instead of high so that the thin muscles wouldn't be stretched tight and in danger of tearing. The slight belly forward positioning would keep her from scrunching over and hiding the solar plexus. Like most women, she preferred mid belly punches, so I didn't even warn her and cause her extra anguish in waiting. Every punch tonight was going to the soft flat area between the ribs and the belly button.
I put a 12-ounce boxing glove on my right hand - it would keep her from injury and bruising, if I didn't get carried away. I gently pushed the glove against her upper belly - the glove completely covered it.
"What's that?"
"One of your protectors."
I gave a light punch that met with a small "huhh" from her moist lips. Again. Then a little harder. The glove smacked against her bare skin with a much louder sound than the dull thud of a fist. Four more, each one causing a slight exhale. For a few sweaty seconds I stared at her gorgeous belly as she slipped a little air back inside and then drove the glove into her stomach. "Aauuuhhhuh." It wasn't more than a medium punch, but she wasn't tensed. Her chin dropped and she uttered a series of short gasps, "uhh, ahuh, uhh." Her belly twitched. After a few long seconds, she took air in short labored attempts. I fixed on the spread open target and punched again straight in with the same force. "Hhoooouuh." Her mouth grimaced hard. Her belly was still except for an occasional flinch. The ropes were all that kept her up. Pam's face relaxed, but still held a pained mold. I looked down at her soft underbelly and felt the urge to punch deep, but I didn't - this was already pushing the limit. Suddenly she started and took in a large draught of air and howled. "Aaaoouuh, oohhhh."
I stood in front of the perfectly pitiful sight and watched her chest and belly heave and struggle. Her chin quivered and she started to sob. "That was hard."
I wanted to punch again, but it seemed so cruel and cold. I had to see her eyes and be personal. I kissed her trembling lips and removed the blindfold. Her eyes were wet and lovely, a bit frightened, but softened to see me again.
"You give me such pleasure." I dabbed oil on my finger and found her clitoris. Within a couple of minutes, her juices started to flow again and her lips pursed for kissing (it was, after all, all that she could move). "How's your stomach feel?"
"It's O.K. The first few didn't hurt at all, but the last couple...it's like there's a button deep inside and when you hit it it hurts a lot and I can't breathe for a little while."
I put my finger inside her and then rubber her fast and light until her pelvis gave an involuntary lift. "Do you hate me if I tell you that I like reaching that button?" She looked up at me unblinking. "And I want to push it again right now?"
"You know I'll never hate you...I'm just scared and turned on and want to please you."
I backed off and she noticed the glove. "Does that really protect me? Seems like maybe you can't feel how hard you're hitting."
"It keeps you from bruising and tearing, which I don't want to happen."
"I like that. But it's so big and it's not that soft."
"It pushes the whole area in at once, right into the button."
And I went for the button. Three medium hard slugs with a slight lift just under the ribs. The first one grazed it, the second one found it and sent most of the air out of her lungs, and I wish I wouldn't have punched a third time; it wasn't any harder than the first two, but the second had essentially disengaged her muscles and the glove met no resistance. A guttural gush came from deep in her throat as her stomach was shoved up into her chest. Her face contorted in pain and tried to breathe or swallow - anything. Then she past out. Shit. I took the glove off, untied her ankles, and held her up. I tilted her head and blew air into her lungs twice. She gasped, coughed, and let go a couple of sharp cries of pain.
"I'm sorry. That last one was too much. I should have stopped. I'm sorry." I held her for a long time while she sobbed and moaned. I was so aroused my skin was crawling, but I couldn't be callused or cavalier to this precious person. When her breathing was near normal, I ventured a look in her eyes. She had a beaten, sorrowful look that was more than I ever wanted to put there again. "I'm sorry, I know that was too much."
"its O.K. just don't hit me like that again, please."
I undid all the ties and got in bed with her, holding her tight for a long time. She wasn't angry at all. Big relief. I was probably more upset by the whole thing than she was, which is healthy. She didn't say not to punch her again, either. Just not to go so far. After about an hour of gentleness, she actually came on to me and we had sweet and very satisfying sex. In the morning she was very sore, but no bruising, at least. She said her stomach hurt as if she had done all the sit ups she could possibly do the previous day. She kept flinching from various movements. The next day she was a lot better and moving like normal.
The careful guy had gone a little too far. Whew. Did I enjoy punching her? Absolutely. The rush of repeatedly plunging the glove into her soft wide-open upper belly was orgasmic in nature. Had I not felt her belly entirely give in on the last punch, I would have kept on slugging, probably until it did. Now that I know she's all right, the memory is a great repayable turn on. How close I came to causing serious injury is hard to say, but I won't come close again. Punching that hard with my fist would have hurt worse and maybe torn or broken something. However, the glove appears to knock the breath out easier. Pam is even proud to have fulfilled my desire. Though, if I hadn't been so concerned over her well being, I don't think she would have told me so. We talked of fantasy scenarios that I would never subject a real person to and she listened with rapt and, I think, excited attention. When I mentioned really wanting to have another man punch her while I watched or held her arms, the reality got a little to close. She said she wasn't ready for that; it would be hard to trust another man like she trusts me because he couldn't love her like I do and wouldn't likely care much, or at all, if he hurt her. Seeing how easy it was to "punch her lights out," I have to agree with her. Although, if she ever said yes, I would find someone and screen him the best I could. I have a couple of lesser stories to tell from the last year and then that may be it for a while...although I have a couple (hundred) fantasy scenarios that I could change to.
I hung a large thick lounge pillow to the wall with several other hanging ties and waited for Pam to get home. After greeting her with a long kiss while stroking her clitoris for a couple of minutes, I handed her a small tube top and skirt and said, "Join me when you're ready."
When she saw the wall set-up, her eyes widened and she said, "What creative way to hurt me have you come up with tonight?"
I led her over and pushed her back against the pillow, which met the top of her back and extended to just above her butt. After another long kiss, "My usual favorite. I thought the pillow would feel better on your back."
"It's not my back side that I'm worried about, unless you have a whip ready, too. You will go easy on my poor defenseless belly, won't you?" She looked up with her sweet brown eyes and pressed her lips and body into me. Her bare middle against mine made me rise all over.
"Easy to medium. You know I'll never seriously hurt you because I love you."
"I know. And I really do love getting you so excited, but I worry that I'm not as tough as you think I am."
"I don't think anybody looks at you and thinks you're tough."
"Just a softie who needs protection. But who will protect me from my wild sweetheart?"
"If you're really worried we can do something else."
"No, I trust you" and she raised her hands above her head.
I slipped her wrists into the nooses which were tied six feet off to the sides with a slight up angle; two straps slipped under each arm pit and held her up and straight with her bare heels just on the floor. I attached a soft collar to her neck, which was a little looser than the armpit slings.
"So many bonds for such a little girl," she teased. Last, I pushed her ankles back against the wall and strapped them tight.
"Just want to keep you in the right place."
Oh god, the body rush. The pillow thrust her belly and chest out beyond the rest of her body, which was anchored back to the wall and ceiling. I poured a glass of champagne and held it to her lips while she sipped it down. I rested my hand on her upper belly and savored the nervous rise and fall. I reached under her skirt and slowly rubbed pleasure into her while holding her close.
"You know that I think you're the sexiest woman alive?"
"I bet you say that to all the girls you tie to the wall."
Her clitoris hardened and she raised her hips into me. I listened to her breathing get faster and the low pleasure moans begin before stopping just before she came. I slipped a blindfold on her and stood back. Her 5'8" frame was spread out in awesome vulnerability; arms wide, back erect, and belly held forward. Before me was the sexiest place on Earth, in my opinion, and I was about to punch it several times. This whole contraption was to perfectly set up her solar plexus. Her arms were wide instead of high so that the thin muscles wouldn't be stretched tight and in danger of tearing. The slight belly forward positioning would keep her from scrunching over and hiding the solar plexus. Like most women, she preferred mid belly punches, so I didn't even warn her and cause her extra anguish in waiting. Every punch tonight was going to the soft flat area between the ribs and the belly button.
I put a 12-ounce boxing glove on my right hand - it would keep her from injury and bruising, if I didn't get carried away. I gently pushed the glove against her upper belly - the glove completely covered it.
"What's that?"
"One of your protectors."
I gave a light punch that met with a small "huhh" from her moist lips. Again. Then a little harder. The glove smacked against her bare skin with a much louder sound than the dull thud of a fist. Four more, each one causing a slight exhale. For a few sweaty seconds I stared at her gorgeous belly as she slipped a little air back inside and then drove the glove into her stomach. "Aauuuhhhuh." It wasn't more than a medium punch, but she wasn't tensed. Her chin dropped and she uttered a series of short gasps, "uhh, ahuh, uhh." Her belly twitched. After a few long seconds, she took air in short labored attempts. I fixed on the spread open target and punched again straight in with the same force. "Hhoooouuh." Her mouth grimaced hard. Her belly was still except for an occasional flinch. The ropes were all that kept her up. Pam's face relaxed, but still held a pained mold. I looked down at her soft underbelly and felt the urge to punch deep, but I didn't - this was already pushing the limit. Suddenly she started and took in a large draught of air and howled. "Aaaoouuh, oohhhh."
I stood in front of the perfectly pitiful sight and watched her chest and belly heave and struggle. Her chin quivered and she started to sob. "That was hard."
I wanted to punch again, but it seemed so cruel and cold. I had to see her eyes and be personal. I kissed her trembling lips and removed the blindfold. Her eyes were wet and lovely, a bit frightened, but softened to see me again.
"You give me such pleasure." I dabbed oil on my finger and found her clitoris. Within a couple of minutes, her juices started to flow again and her lips pursed for kissing (it was, after all, all that she could move). "How's your stomach feel?"
"It's O.K. The first few didn't hurt at all, but the last couple...it's like there's a button deep inside and when you hit it it hurts a lot and I can't breathe for a little while."
I put my finger inside her and then rubber her fast and light until her pelvis gave an involuntary lift. "Do you hate me if I tell you that I like reaching that button?" She looked up at me unblinking. "And I want to push it again right now?"
"You know I'll never hate you...I'm just scared and turned on and want to please you."
I backed off and she noticed the glove. "Does that really protect me? Seems like maybe you can't feel how hard you're hitting."
"It keeps you from bruising and tearing, which I don't want to happen."
"I like that. But it's so big and it's not that soft."
"It pushes the whole area in at once, right into the button."
And I went for the button. Three medium hard slugs with a slight lift just under the ribs. The first one grazed it, the second one found it and sent most of the air out of her lungs, and I wish I wouldn't have punched a third time; it wasn't any harder than the first two, but the second had essentially disengaged her muscles and the glove met no resistance. A guttural gush came from deep in her throat as her stomach was shoved up into her chest. Her face contorted in pain and tried to breathe or swallow - anything. Then she past out. Shit. I took the glove off, untied her ankles, and held her up. I tilted her head and blew air into her lungs twice. She gasped, coughed, and let go a couple of sharp cries of pain.
"I'm sorry. That last one was too much. I should have stopped. I'm sorry." I held her for a long time while she sobbed and moaned. I was so aroused my skin was crawling, but I couldn't be callused or cavalier to this precious person. When her breathing was near normal, I ventured a look in her eyes. She had a beaten, sorrowful look that was more than I ever wanted to put there again. "I'm sorry, I know that was too much."
"its O.K. just don't hit me like that again, please."
I undid all the ties and got in bed with her, holding her tight for a long time. She wasn't angry at all. Big relief. I was probably more upset by the whole thing than she was, which is healthy. She didn't say not to punch her again, either. Just not to go so far. After about an hour of gentleness, she actually came on to me and we had sweet and very satisfying sex. In the morning she was very sore, but no bruising, at least. She said her stomach hurt as if she had done all the sit ups she could possibly do the previous day. She kept flinching from various movements. The next day she was a lot better and moving like normal.
The careful guy had gone a little too far. Whew. Did I enjoy punching her? Absolutely. The rush of repeatedly plunging the glove into her soft wide-open upper belly was orgasmic in nature. Had I not felt her belly entirely give in on the last punch, I would have kept on slugging, probably until it did. Now that I know she's all right, the memory is a great repayable turn on. How close I came to causing serious injury is hard to say, but I won't come close again. Punching that hard with my fist would have hurt worse and maybe torn or broken something. However, the glove appears to knock the breath out easier. Pam is even proud to have fulfilled my desire. Though, if I hadn't been so concerned over her well being, I don't think she would have told me so. We talked of fantasy scenarios that I would never subject a real person to and she listened with rapt and, I think, excited attention. When I mentioned really wanting to have another man punch her while I watched or held her arms, the reality got a little to close. She said she wasn't ready for that; it would be hard to trust another man like she trusts me because he couldn't love her like I do and wouldn't likely care much, or at all, if he hurt her. Seeing how easy it was to "punch her lights out," I have to agree with her. Although, if she ever said yes, I would find someone and screen him the best I could. I have a couple of lesser stories to tell from the last year and then that may be it for a while...although I have a couple (hundred) fantasy scenarios that I could change to.