June 17, 2013


Posted in Uncategorized at 5:44 am by littlesubmissions

The dowel rod thudded into his ass again. His fingers clawed at the carpet, turning into fists then spreading out flat, desperate for sensation that wasn’t pain. A guttural moan escaped his lips.

She smirked, and hit him again. “You said you wanted your ass to look like the one in the picture. You regretting that yet?”

“Ah, no, ma’am.” Each word was a separate thought forced through the haze of pain.

“You will.” She hit him again, her cunt twitching with the spasms in his thigh muscles along his back. When his feet started to kick, she would slow down, and when his breathing started to even out she would speed up again. A carefully timed and orchestrated control of his body through pain and a simple wooden rod.

He inhaled and she hit him again, smiling at his sudden exhalation.

She had started out with rubber bands, tenderizing his flesh, snapping them all across his ass. Sitting on the floor behind him while he knelt on all fours, snapping it over and over, poking his balls just to watch him jump. They had both slid into that shared intimacy of suffering and pleasure, and when his skin was ready she had moved on to the rod.

It wasn’t a particularly heavy wooden rod, just a nice weight to abrade the skin and bruise the flesh. Blood vessels, already brought near the surface of his skin by the rubber bands, popped and the skin got redder. Lines of abrasion began to appear, criss-crossing the pale flesh.

Her wrist flicked again. The wet smack of wood hitting flesh filled the room. He twitched, grabbed at the carpet again. The rod snapped.

“Motherfucker.” She looked down at the rod, twisting it from side to side. The end hung down from her hand, shifting slightly with the movements of her hand. One stubborn strand of wood held the two halves together, peeling away slowly.

He looked behind him, and choked out a laugh. The rush of endorphins and pain left him giddy, and his shoulders shook with laughter.

She laughed back at him, twisting the dowel rod. “You broke my toy, pet.”

“I know, right? It’s kind of awesome.”

“No, it kind of sucks. I was really enjoying beating you with it.”

“I’M INVINCIBLE!” He did the best fist pump he could while on all fours.

She laughed harder and shook her head. “Oh, HELL NO. You are not getting away with that.” She snapped the dowel rod at the break, and shifted to sit on his back. “There’s more than one way to do this.” She jabbed his ass with the pointed end of the dowel rod, grinning at the way he jumped underneath her.

He tried to roll with it, shouting back at her “INVINCIBLE!”

She snorted and jabbed again, using the other half of the dowel rod on his other cheek, noting the way the skin depressed and formed around the point. She started rubbing her cunt on his back, jerking off on his body as he twitched underneath her. Every short jab brought a jolt from his body that traveled up her clit into her brain.

“Oh, I think I found a new favorite vibrator…” She jabbed him again, trying to find the timing and pace that would give her the most pleasure. “You were saying something about being INVINCIBLE?”

He swallowed hard, and tried again, his voice softer. A whimper. “I meant a request for Pat Benatar’s Invincible, ma’am?”

She ground down on him, and thought for a second. She couldn’t stab him quickly enough to get the amount of motion she wanted, so she shifted her hands, wrapping them around the base of the wooden rods. “Tell you what, smart boy. I’ll give you a drum solo instead.”

She started thumping the rods into his ass, bouncing them between her fingers and his skin. His body twitched perfectly, and she rode the pain arching up his ass across his spine and into his brain. Using his pain to jerk herself off.

They’d laugh about the scene later, how it had gone wrong but still turned out all right. She’d smirk when he winced as he sat down, he’d shake his fist and say “INVINCIBLE” when it felt dramatically appropriate. Of course he wasn’t invincible. What would be the fun in that?

Preview: I’m going to need you to give me your underwear.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.


  1. Ferns said,

    *laugh* This was so funny, because… INVINCIBLE!!

    Apparently ‘invincible’ is the new black…


    • littlesubmissions said,

      Ha! I think at some point all the cool people in the world quote the Black Knight or at least Monty Python and the Holy Grail in a bdsm scene, but for it to turn up in two blog posts is pretty amazing.

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