Punished For A Wild Night Out Ch 06

This story is a part of a series, it will likely make more sense if read in order but can be enjoyed on its own. What you missed: Jasmine was punished by her non-binary lover Luka in their back yard for coming home blackout drunk the night before. While Jasmine was drunk she confessed to wanting to be punished brutally, being spanked and whipped on her ass, tits, and pussy. She also confessed to wanting others to watch and/or participate in her punishments.

At the end of her hand and belt punishment on a cement picnic bench Jasmine realized there were four men watching her punishment from Luka's living-room. Luka helped her to remember that she had given this group of men her dripping wet panties, danced on top of their table, flashing them her ass and cunt, then asked them to film her at the bar the night before. Luka made a deal with them, the video in return for them each getting 50 strokes (with any instrument within reason) to Jasmine's ass, tits, and/or pussy to punish her.

While Luka and the other men watched, a young man in a baseball hat punished her ass, tits, and pussy with his hand and a flexible ruler. Then a man in a red shirt paddled her ass, spanked her tits and pussy with a wooden spoon, then worked together with Luka to tease her to madness with a vibrator while spanking her exposed clit with the spoon.

After getting caught touching herself while the group took a break, Jasmine submitted to pussy examinations and the men jerked off onto her tits.

She has just completed her third punishment, delivered by a man in glasses. He spanked her brutally with his hand OTK and in wheelbarrow position straddling his lap. She forgot to count the last slap of her pussy spanking but he traded starting over for rubbing her sore pussy harshly up and down his thigh over his rough jeans, making him cum in his pants.

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Jasmine's ass and pussy burned. She had one more punishment to take. Her breath was shaky, she hoped she could get through it, everything already hurt so much! Her pussy was swollen, puffy, and red. Her clit and inner lips stuck out farther than they ever had before and wetness continued to drip out of her. Her ass must be glowing red too, especially the crease between her ass and thighs. Would there be bruises yet?

Standing with her hands behind her head and legs spread she noticed that the sun was inching towards the horizon, it was almost sunset and the air was cooling down, goosebumps pebbled her skin, her nipples hardening even more. She reassured herself that she could take the fifty she still had coming to her. She could do ti. A thrill ran through her. She could take the fifty she still wanted. Damn. Her clit pulsed.

The man Jasmine had been calling "arms" in her mind stood up from a pool chair and said "my turn. Do you have a hairbrush, Jasmine?" Oh fuck.

She did. She had a couple. A modern plastic one, but also a small oval smooth wooden one that she had picked up to keep in the bedside table at Luka's. She bought it specifically with spanking in mind and kept it here because it was pretty incognito, definitely plausibly deniable if found. She used it to spank herself in the mirror sometimes when she was jerking off while Luka was at the gym in the morning or at work. Jasmine nodded, biting her lip hard.

"I want you to go into the house and get it and bring it back here. Keep your hands behind your back. Walk, don't run. But hurry back, I'll be counting and every second you are gone is how many times I'll use it on your pussy." Jasmine trembled in anticipation.

"One" counted arms. Jasmine sprung forward towards the house, her hands still clutched behind her head, hearing the men laughing and talking about her jiggling red ass and tits. When she got to the door she reached forward to open it and heard arms yell "hands behind your back Jasmine." Fuck she breathed to herself.

She turned towards the group and put her hands behind her back, struggling to get the door open "four" arms said loudly. Fuck! She made it inside and walked as quickly as she could to the bedroom at the end of the hall up the stairs. Why was this room the farthest possible place from the back door?

Not wanting to get caught not following instructions as they might be able to see her through a window into the yard, Jasmine turned her back to the bedside table and leaned back to awkwardly open the drawer. She caught sight of herself in the dresser mirror, back arched, legs bent, mottled and puffy red tits pushed up and out.

She dug around in the drawer, sweat beginning to prickle her body as she floundered. Finally finding it she walked down the stairs as quickly as she dared and left the door open behind her as she came back and stood before arms.

"Sixteen" he said, grinning, and holding his hand out for the brush. Oh no.

"Jasmine, go over to the railing." Arms pointed at vertical metal rails that ran around one side of the back patio, reaching from cement planters below to the roof above. Jasmine walked to the patio, Luka and the men behind her.

"Stand with your heels against the planter, legs spread, and reach up and behind you to grab onto the rails. Reach as high as you can, up on your toes. I want your tits and pussy pushed out."

Jasmine did as she was told with fear zinging through her. She spread her legs and was reaching upwards when arms roughly kicked her feet apart, spreading them wider. She grabbed onto the metal rails behind her and raised up onto her toes, then stretched her arms as high as she could reach.

This position made her already smarting ass burn at the crease of her thighs as she pushed her hips forward and her tits jutted out in front of her. The edge of the planter was probably half a foot away from the bars, so her body was bent like a bow and stretched taut.

Arms took the hairbrush and used its cool backside to push her chin up and make her look at him. "Ask me to punish you, and tell me why."

Jasmine shuddered out "Will you please punish my tits, ass, and pussy? I deserve to be punished for being a teasing greedy slut."

"And what kind of punishment do you want me to give you on your ass, tits, and pussy, besides the sixteen we've already accounted for, hmm? My hand? This brush? I've got fifty strokes, how do you think I should split them up?"

"I don't know," Jasmine stammered, face flushing, eyes dropping to the ground, she both did and didn't want all of it everywhere.

Arms tsk'ed and brought the back of the brush up roughly on her red and aching pussy. Jasmine yelped and fought not to squirm out of position.

"Tell me, what does this little slut actually want?" Arms flipped the brush and lightly ran the stiff bristles over her sore tits and hard nipples. "Luka told us you want to be punished. They showed us how to punish you. And you've shown how much it turns you on as each of the guys has taken their turn. So tell me what you want. Beg for it."

He dragged the bristles lightly down her stomach towards her mound. Jasmine felt the blush crawl up her chest and over her face. They all knew. They could all tell. She was a slut for punishment. Arms began to brush her patch of pubic hair. Her cheeks flamed brighter. "Beg for what you want Jasmine or you aren't going to get it." He flipped the brush and gently pressed the handle in between her folds, rubbing back and forth, gently running it's cool smooth surface over her throbbing and aching clit, making her breath hitch.

"I want you to punish my tits hard, maybe almost all of them with the brush?" Jasmine said it like a question in a whisper with a trembling voice. He continued to gently rub at her pussy, giving her clit a little more gentle pressure and nodded. "And, and, I want you to punish my ass with the brush. And my pussy with your hand and the brush?" Jasmine whispered. He nodded again, more gentle pressure on her clit making her bite her lip and arch her pussy even farther forward.

"Split the fifty up Jasmine, tell me how many you want." She strained towards the gentle pressure of the brush with her pussy, eyes closed, and tried to concentrate on the math. She said "ummm, maybe fifteen or so, hard, with the brush on my tits, and the same on my ass, and like five with your hand on my pussy before the 16 with the brush?" Her voice was trembling now as she pushed herself against the brush. She knew that probably didn't totally add up but couldn't care with the delicious pressure against her sore clit.

Arms pulled the brush handle away and tapped it hard on her clit making her jump. "Beg me. Full voice."

Jasmine looked him in the eye, cheeks flaming, and said quietly "please, sir, will you punish my tits hard with the brush?"

"That's asking, not begging, and I don't think everyone could hear you, try again" arms said with another tap to her clit making her gasp.

She looked out at the group on the patio watching her, red shirt and baseball hat were both squeezing their cocks through their pants and looking her body up and down. Glasses was leaning on the wall, arms crossed, gaze glued to her pussy. His pants had white streaks of her fluids drying up and down the left leg and a drying cum stain.

Luka was sitting comfortably, watching her act so fucking slutty. She hoped they would still love her after this. She took a deep breath, bracing herself, and looked into Arms' eyes.

In a clear voice she said "Please sir, I need you to punish my tits with the brush, please use it hard, I need it hard. I need to be punished, I'm a dirty little slut for punishment and I want you to spank my tits with the brush, please, please punish me sir, I'm begging you."

Slap! Arms brought the back of the hairbrush down hard on the center of her right tit. Her tit flattened against her chest with the force and painfully bounced back. She hummed to keep from swearing. "Count them out and beg me for another, slut." said arms.

Jasmine nodded and said "one, please, please give me another, I need another."

Slap! "Mmmmm, Two, please more, I need more, I need more punishment."

Slap! "ohhhhhhhhhh, Three, again please, please punish me."

Arms continued to do exactly as Jasmine asked, taking no mercy on her tits, starting in the center of each tit, then focusing on slapping the outsides from either side, and finally slapping upwards against the tender bottom curve.

Jasmine was having trouble staying in position. She was grateful to have the rails to cling to so her arms would not try to cover herself, but she couldn't stop herself from wiggling and trying to evade the terrible slaps of the brush. She didn't realize the bouncing and jiggling of her tits was increasing the pain, and the hard-ons of the men.

Twice arms stopped, hooked a thick finger into her pussy and pulled it up and forward again so she was in the bowed position before beginning again.

Slap! "Shit fuck! fifteen, thank you, thank you, thank you for punishing my tits. Please punish my pussy with your hand now, in this position, I want you to, please, please, please."

Arms slipped the brush into his back pocket and with cool fingers jiggled her tits making her moan. Tears slipped down her face and she sniffled. "Please sir, please punish this slut's pussy."

Jasmine called arms "arms" because he had large corded muscular arms and she shook thinking about how hard he could probably strike her tender pussy. He stepped to her right side pushing her ass forward with his left hand and raised his right hand, waiting.

Jasmine squirmed with fearful anticipation and in a shaky voice said "please slap my pussy hard with your hand sir. Please punish me hard. I need it, my sloppy, slutty cunt needs to be punished."

Arms complied, swinging his hand down sharply and clapping it between her spread legs, the heel of his palm squarely hitting her clit and pushing her body back against the hand he was using to press her ass forward. Jasmine yelped and said haltingly "one, thank you sir, please keep punishing this pussy, please slap my pussy again hard."

Slap! "Ackkkkkkkk, two, thank you, please give me another, please, please, please. Pain ricocheted through her pussy and tits with each hard hit. And she wondered if she might be able to come from these hard slaps to her cunt.

Slap! "Nohhohhhohhh, three, please more, I need more, I need you to slap my pussy harder."

Slap! "Christ! Four, please again, I want more, please, make this one the hardest, please please."

Slap! Jasmine cried out loudly, and nearly fell to the ground but managed to keep herself standing by gripping the rails above and behind her head with a strong grip. "Five, thank you, thank you, thank you" Jasmine shook, crying. Her pussy was throbbing hot and painful.

"Let go" said arms, Jasmine did, and slowly eased herself back down to flat feet, standing up and sniffling.

Arms bent over and pulled her over his shoulder, her red ass and pussy in the air. Her sore tits squishing against his back as he walked her back to the picnic table, her arms holding onto his hips and her hair hanging towards the ground. He set her down on her ass on the picnic table stood between her legs at the head of the table.

She hiccuped and wiped her face. Luka and the young men walked to the table to stand around her, they had to be closer now as it was starting to get dark outside. Arms stared at Jasmine, waiting. She couldn't believe what she was saying. What she was willing to say.

With a shaking, but clear, voice Jasmine said "please punish my ass. Please hit it hard with the brush. Please pull my legs together above my head while you do. Please pinch my pussy and pull my lips out so everyone can see them, and please slap my pussy with the brush too. I need to be punished. Please punish me for being such a slut. I want you to. Please."

Arms nodded then stepped to her right and she laid back on the table. She raised her legs, bringing her knees up towards her chest with her ankles together. Arms grabbed her ankles in his big hand and pulled her legs up and back as she straightened them. Her ass, asshole, and pussy were lifted and pulled taut, on display. Her feet were above her head, her lower back lifted off the table.

She reached her hands down and gripped the edges of the table. Arms reached down with his right hand and pinched her sore right outer lip, pulling it up so it stuck out more between her thighs, then her left outer lip, then he pinched her protruding inner lips and pulled them as far as he could, making her shudder. He pulled the brush out of his pocket and rubbed the smooth wood across her ass and then up and down her pussy. He raised the brush and waited.

"Please punish my ass hard with the brush sir, I need to learn my lesson, please, please punish me." The brush came flying down onto the center of her left asscheek and she moaned loudly and shook as she said "One, thank you, please give me another, please punish my ass."

"You are being too loud little slut" said arms. "Here, why don't you have these back? Guys, somebody hold her legs?" Red shirt sprang forward to hold her ankles tightly as arms put down the brush. Arms dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out her panties from the night before.

"You won't be able to beg anymore, but I'll deliver. Open your mouth." Jasmine opened her mouth and arms balled up her panties before he stuffed them roughly between her lips. Jasmine tasted salt and herself on the panties as they began to moisten with her spit.

She tried to close her mouth around the panties but couldn't all the way. Arms grabbed her ankles and the brush and got back to work. He covered her ass in hard punishing strokes then the tops of her thighs. Every once in a while clipping her poor pussy lips.

Jasmine was crying in earnest, trying desperately to swing her hips out of the way of the brush, to no avail, moaning around the panty gag in her mouth and holding on to the table for dear life.

"Arms said, you are going to get those sixteen strokes to your pussy now" And Jasmine tried to beg around the gag in her mouth, making arms laugh before he brought the brush down with a sharp flick on her cunt, puffy and red sticking out between her thighs. Jasmine yelled into the gag and her body thrashed but arms was holding her ankles tight.

"One" said arms.

Slap! The next stroke hit the top of her pussy, her clit, and her surrounding thighs. She screamed into the panties again and tried to shake her ass. Baseball hat stepped closer to her and put his palm across her mouth, the gag must not be doing enough.

Again and again arms brought the brush down onto her pusy with force, her wetness stringing from it as he raised it high. After the twelfth stroke arms gently rubbed the brush over her pussy and said "This is the worst it's hurt all this long day and you still want more, don't you little slut?"

Jasmine was crying hard but tried to nod in the affirmative and say yes, but baseball hat's hand and her panty gag got in the way. "I think that if I let you go, you would hold your own legs open for the last four, wouldn't you? You might even hold your pussy open for the brush. Let's find out." Jasmine sobbed, knowing it was true.

Arms let go of her ankles, and shaking, Jasmine slowly bent her legs and lowered her feet. She let go of the death grip she had on the edges of the table and instead wrapped her hands around the insides of her feet and pulled her legs apart and knees towards the table top. She was grateful she did so much yoga.

This position lit up the pain in her ass, pussy and thighs. Baseball hat stayed with his hand on her mouth, the panties now drenched and soggy in her mouth.

Arms nodded and said "I thought so." Before whipping the brush up high and then down hard onto her pussy. Jasmine gave a muffled shriek and her body shook but she managed to keep her legs open wide.

Again arms cracked the brush onto her cunt. Jasmine bucked and screamed but kept her legs open. Before he could strike again, Jasmine let go of her feet and trembling, reached down to spread her pussy open with her hands. Her fingertips found the burning flesh of her pussy and she hissed into the gag as she pulled her lips apart and splayed them open, waiting for the brutal brush.

Arms waited for her to stop moving then whipped the brush down onto her stretched pussy. She screamed against the gag again and writhed but didn't let go. One last time arms brought the brush high into the air then cracked it onto her cunt. Jasmine sobbed, she cupped her hands over her burning pussy and rocked.

Baseball hat let go of her mouth when she finished moaning a minute or two later. Her breathing evening, Luka stepped up next to her, gently pulled her chin down and her mouth open. They pulled the dripping panties out of her mouth and used them to wipe the tears off her face then said "Now go thank him for giving you the punishment you deserved." Jasmine nodded, taking deep breaths, then gently let go of her throbbing pussy and gingerly sat up onto her fiery ass and stood from the table.

Jasmine put her hands behind her head and walked slowly to arms. Spreading her legs and looking into his eyes she said with a heaving chest "thank you for giving me the punishment I deserve." Arms twirled the brush in his hand and she saw the cock straining against his pants twitch as he said "you loved it, you little pain slut."

Luka said "alright boys, She has taken her strokes and it's about time to go. Jasmine, go kneel on the trunk in the front hall. I want your hands behind your head and your ass on your heels, knees spread wide."

Jasmine walked slowly and slightly bow legged back towards the house as Luka and the men laughed and joked behind her. She heard the men giving each-other high-fives, making fun of glasses for coming in his pants, how she was walking, and thanking Luka profusely for showing them how to punish her and then letting them try.