Resetting Renatta

She was feeling violet and irritable. She wanted to fight. It had been a bad morning, followed by a bad afternoon, followed by a bad evening. Anything and everything had gone wrong. It felt like every neuron in her entire body was firing at once. She walked in the door and dropped her purse on the table. Fuck this shit.

She picked up the phone to call Thomas. Sometimes she could just take a bubble bath and light some candles, but she knew that a gentle night of pampering was not what she needed in this moment. She needed to be pushed into oblivion, and she knew that Thomas could do just that.

“I need your expertise,” she explained as he answered the phone.

“What can I help you with?” Thomas responded.

“I need the aggression drained out of me. It’s been a bad day.”

Thomas giggled a bit to himself on the other end of the line. Renatta could be feisty. He loved that. Her fight made her fun, and he enjoyed the challenge of leaving her a quivering mess without an ounce of aggression left in her. “Are you going to fight me? Do I need to bring friends?”

“Probably,” Renatta admitted, her stomach sinking a bit at the idea. Was he teasing? Would he actually bring friends? He had never done that before.

“I will call Rob then. We will be there in an hour. I want you to go to your bedroom, get naked, and slowly play with your clit until we arrive. No orgasms.”

Wait! He said an hour! And who was Rob? How was she supposed to touch herself for an hour without cumming? And what were they going to do to her?

She knew that she and Thomas had discussed her limits in detail, and they had agreed that once she called and asked for his help, he was in control. She was pretty sure she had finally gotten herself in over her head with this one, but that was what she had wanted, wasn’t it?

She nervously entered her bedroom and slowly undressed, tossing her clothes in the hamper. She eyed the wand sitting on her bedside table. She could get off really quickly before this all started. Her phone buzzed.

“If you cum before we get there, I will take the hairbrush to your inner thighs.”

Fuck no. She was a brat, but not that much of a brat. He had done that once and she was not going to have a repeat. She placed herself in the middle of the bed on her back. Her head rested comfortably on the pillow, and she let her legs fall apart. She let her hand wonder down between her legs and started slowly and gently playing with her clit. This wasn’t so bad. She could definitely do this for an hour without any issues.

As she slid one finger in between her lips to find some lubrication, she realized that she was already quite wet. Just the idea of calling Thomas made her wet, and then there was his voice. That always got her going. She knew that voice well. It brought so much pleasure, and sometimes, so much pain. She wondered how much of either she would feel tonight. He always knew exactly how far to push her. His mind was devious. She needed that.

And who was this Rob? Was this something Thomas did often? Did he and Rob work together as some sort of team? What would Rob be doing? She had never even met him before. It was at this moment that she realized that the first time Rob would see her she would be exactly like this. He was going to walk in to her spread out on her bed with her hand between her legs, wetness dripping everywhere. She was totally exposed. Totally vulnerable.

Oh no. Maybe this wouldn’t be so easy. She glanced at the clock on her phone. It had been twenty minutes. She had forty minutes to go and she was becoming very, very turned on. The thoughts weren’t helping. They were not helping at all. She had to think about something else. Like puppies!

Her phone dinged. Thomas had sent her a voice message this time. “Hey, it’s Rob. Thomas said you needed some help getting frustration out. I love a feisty little stallion with some fight in her. I can’t wait to tame you. Perhaps a little time over my knee?”

Her face went red. That cocky motherfucker. If he thinks…. Her phone dinged. It was a text message this time. “Don’t stop touching yourself. I love you. Thomas.”

Fuck. Her clit was getting sensitive. She was angry now, and so very, very aroused. Twenty minutes left. She was having to be careful now. Trying not to cum. It would be so easy to get herself over the edge. She had gotten kinda lazy about masturbating. She didn’t even remember the last time she had gotten herself off with just her fingers. The Hitachi had been an excellent investment. She had even gone old school with the one you plug into the wall. Best purchase ever. It wouldn’t be needed tonight though.

Renatta was panting. She was at the point where it almost hurt to have her fingers touching her clit. She wanted to cum so bad. She was so close to the edge. Her need was so strong. She was ready to beg. She wanted to beg Thomas to cum so bad. She needed it.

The key turned in the doorknob and she heard the two men walk in and shut the door behind them. Oh shit. Rob. She had forgotten about Rob. They walk into the bedroom, and she sees them. Thomas is in his usual jeans and a tee shirt, but Rob is flashier. He has jeans too, but also a cowboy hat, flannel, and boots. He sees her on the bed and exclaims “Nice!”

Thomas agrees “she is a beautiful little bitch.”

Renatta’s face flushes. She’s not used to him talking about her like that. They’ve talked about it before, but it’s the first time he’s actually doing it. She’s thrown off. Her hyper arousal is clouding everything. There is no distracting her from her need at this point. She needs to cum. She’s not sure if she wants to, but she’s not sure if she can stop it either.

“Look at her, you can see how desperate she is.” Rob commented. Renatta felt a tear slide down her cheek as she wanted to beg for release.

In one movement Thomas had his mouth in between her legs. She was almost shocked but felt a rush of relief right before she realized that he was holding his mouth directly over her sex, not quite touching. His hot breath was teasing her. Oh gods. “Please!?” She begged. “Please let me cum sir? Oh please?”

“Are you going to be a good girl for us?”

Probably not, she thought, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud at the moment. She felt the tiniest flick at her clit with his tongue. “Ahhh!” She screamed. It didn’t send her over. “Oh please?” She begged.

“Are you going to be a good girl for us?” Thomas asked again. “Answer honestly.”

“Probably not.” Renatta whimpered. Too overcome with need to fashion a lie. “Please let me cum. Please?”

Thomas fastened his mouth over her clit and started to suck. His mouth was hot and wet. She was going to cum. Finally! Just as she hit her peak, she felt his mouth pull away. She came, yes, but it wasn’t the big release that she needed. It was short, quick, somehow even more teasing. Renatta let out a whimper. “Why did you do that?” She demanded. Obviously forgetting the situation she was in.

“Well then. I guess you’re not going to be a good girl. It’s a good thing I brought Rob in to help me deal with that.”

As Renatta looked up, she realized that Rob had already undressed and was coming at her very quickly. He stood a little under six feet tall and was pretty much pure muscle. He was also very, very big. He was a good two inches longer than Thomas and much bigger around. They had played with toys that big a couple of times and she had liked it, but this was somehow different, more threatening. She glanced over at Thomas. He was watching the scene with approval on his face. He had something in his hand too. Oh, she recognized that thing. It was a particularly evil paddle. It was long, light, made out of some sort of clear plastic, and had holes drilled down its length. She remembered how much it is stung. Why is he…?

The thought did not have time to finish before Rob was on her. He was trying to grab her and do something with her, but her instinct was to fight him and fight him she did. Rob let her struggle against him as he playfully tried to pin her to the bed a few times. He knew what he was going to do to her but knew that she needed to get the fight out first. He could have easily overpowered her straight away, but this was much, much more fun. She kept it up about three minutes before she was running out of breath. He wanted some fight left in her for this next part, so Rob quickly flipped her over his lap, pinning her legs with one of his legs, and expertly holding both of her hands together behind his back with his left hand. Before she knew what was happening Thomas had delivered the paddle to Rob’s hand and he was raining down blows on Renatta’s beautiful, wiggling, upturned ass.

Renatta found herself upside down, staring at the floor, unable to move with that evil paddle raining down blow after blow on her quickly reddening backside. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t do anything to stop what was going on. Of course, if she actually needed it to stop, she had her safe word, but she didn’t. In fact, this was exactly what she needed. It was why she had called Thomas in the first place. She continued to try to kick and buck over Rob’s lap, but he wasn’t going to be dissuaded. The only thing her wiggles accomplished was currently poking her in the stomach and didn’t seem to be discouraging anybody.

Rob paused for just a moment to resituate. Good. She needed a break. It’s about time they paid attention to her…. “Owwww!”

Rob had shifted her up just enough to aim his blows a little lower. The paddle might have been tolerable on her butt, but now that it was hitting the softer skin on the back of her thighs, she did not have the ability to fight through the pain. The second swat to her thighs was even harder. “That hurts!”

“That’s the point sweetheart,” Rob’s voice replied smugly. “Now you’re going to stop struggling, because the real spanking isn’t going to even start as long as you are still wiggling.”

Fuck that! Renatta thought as she continued to fight against Rob. He brought down three hard swats, one after the other, right where her ass meets her thighs. “Owwww!” She cried out, wiggling”

Three more landed, right on top of the last set. Renatta desperately kicked, trying to get away as the tears started to finally flow. The next three swats came lower, and just as hard.

Renatta was finally still, sobbing. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop wiggling.” She promised, meaning it this time.

“Then lay over the end of the bed.” It was Thomas’s voice this time. Calm, steady, but determined. He handed her a pillow. “Hold on. This is going to hurt, but you will feel better when it’s over.” She felt him step away, but not before sliding his hand between her legs and rubbing her swollen clit for a bit, just enough to relight the fire inside of her hungry pussy. The feeling of his warm fingers was just beginning to fade when she felt the first strap. The sting always hits before anything else. The pure, white hot fire of leather on skin. The softer heat spreads later. She loves that sting, relishes it.

Renatta is waiting for the sting to spread into warmth when the second strap comes from the other side, knocking her out of any comfort she might have expected. The pace was way faster than any one person could have kept up and the solid contact the tandem straps were making with her ass pushed her over the edge of pain quickly. Her ass was on fire and her tears flowed as the men continued, whipping her until she had sobbed her last. She needed this, needed the tears, needed the anger drained out of her. As the whipping stopped and the men climbed onto the bed beside her, she felt the relaxation spread over her, the cloud of aggression and despair finally lifted.

Thomas knew that this wasn’t all she needed. As he nodded at Rob, he scooted himself up to where his cock was right at Renatta’s lips. She eagerly took him in her mouth, wrapping her lips around him and wetting with her tongue before slowly stroking him in and out of her mouth. He let her go for a while, making sure she was into it before briefly grabbing her head and pushing his cock into her throat a bit and holding her on. As he did this Rob came up behind her and pushed his thick cock into her, filling her quickly and forcefully from behind.

Thomas felt her squeal around his cock as Rob came right up against her sore ass. He let go of her head and allowed her to continue working his cock as Rob grasped hold of her hips and rocked in and out of her. Her pussy was so hot and slick. The spanking had turned her on even more and he could feel her muscles grasping him. This woman needed him, and he was not going to let her down. He slowed his pace, grinding into her hard, making sure to get as much friction against her sensitive skin as possible.

Renatta was getting so close to cumming. With Thomas’s cock in her mouth and Rob’s in her wetness, she knew it wouldn’t be long. She not only needed to cum, she needed their cum. She brought her hand up to help her mouth as she twisted it around his wet, slick shaft. She knew this would send him over the edge, and she needed his taste in her mouth. His body stiffened as he grabbed her, holding her in place as he filled her mouth with his cum. She greedily swallowed him and licked the remainder off his head when the orgasm hit her. The taste of Thomas combined with Rob’s incessant grinding was too much and she gave in to the orgasm. Rob felt her around his cock. She pulled at him and throbbed around him, almost pushing him out. As he slammed himself back into her, with the last struggle of the night, he held onto her hips as he came into her, filling her with his juices. He was tired now.

As Rob lay on the bed, catching his breath, he noticed that Thomas wasn’t quite done yet. He had slipped restraints over both of Renatta’s wrists that were connected to the headboard, holding her hands together up over her head. He gestured for Rob to hold onto one leg while he held the other and grabbed something off the bedside table. He heard it buzz before he saw it, and at that moment realized that Thomas was much more diabolical than he would ever be.

Renatta hadn’t come down off her orgasm when she heard the familiar buzz of her wand. Wait. Why were her hands tied up? As she quickly tried to bring her legs together to protect her sensitive clit, she realized that she was helpless to prevent what was about to happen. She did let out that scream she had been holding back all night when Thomas pressed that vibe on full power against her most sensitive place. He held it in place on her as she felt herself move past the overstimulation and into something bigger. He began to work it against her in a rhythm. He was slowly working it in circles, held firmly against her clit. The orgasm that was building was different, bigger. Rob worked two fingers inside of her and rubbed her g spot steadily.

The next orgasm was stronger, longer, completely overwhelming. She couldn’t hold back the scream now either. It started low and took over her entire body. Thomas held the vibrator steady as Renatta went stiff, her legs shaking. Fluid gushed from her as her whole body joined her legs, shaking with an orgasm that hit in wave after wave. Rob was sure that it went on for at least three minutes. He had never seen a woman cum quite like that.

As Renatta calmed down, Thomas untied her hands and gently tucked her into bed. He knew that she would sleep well tonight. She would call again, of course. He enjoyed their times together. He kissed her on the forehead as she drifted. He and Rob gathered their things quietly, careful not to wake her. They slipped out of the house, locking the door behind them. “That was fun.” Thomas remarked.

“Best night ever.” Rob win