Why Should You Have All the Fun?
by Valerie
I give a mysterious client all she can handle - and all that she wants


What a jewel Andrea is! Despite the deepening relationship I'd been enjoying
with Kelly, she has still been a great friend. She has also continued to keep
her ear to the ground for opportunities for me to earn extra coin putting my
special talents to work. I had recently done a couple of videos and private
sessions thanks to her efforts. And these additional outlets were just the
distraction I needed because of Kelly's extended stay in the Far East. That
was accentuated by the fact that her infrequent and irregular contacts had now
completely stopped

My presence at this estate is a result of another one of Andrea's contacts.
This is apparently someone she knows well, because she's told me to meet her
here. When I'm let in, she is sitting waiting for me. Before I can say
anything, she's already rushing across the floor to give me a big hug.

"Uuummm, thank-you," I say warmly as we break our embrace. "And for the hug
too."

She laughs in response. "You're welcome. And thanks for coming. This client
wanted you specifically - by name. She said she'd accept no one else, being a
great admirer of your work."

"She?" I ask intrigued.

"Yeah," replies Andrea. "This is something she wants done for herself, and to
herself and said it could only be done by you."

"This is getting more and more interesting and I haven't even started yet. I
can hardly wait."

"Well, let's get you going," says Andrea taking my arm. "Come on."

We head off down the hall and down a flight of stairs. She leads me to a
luxurious bedroom with a full ensuite bathroom.

"Get changed in there. Then come out and meet me and I'll take you to where
this will be happening."

I thank her and step into the room. After I've changed into my (*) bikini, I
go back out to meet Andrea in the hall. She leads me to another door at the
back of the house to an entrance to another room. When she opens the door, I'm
greeted by a strange sight. It is a very large room that is completely dark,
except for two small, bright, narrowly focused lights. One is shining on the
midsection of my 'client' and the other down to the floor just in front of
her. Because of the way the lights are focused, I'm not sure, but she seems to
be kneeling on a raised platform of some kind. I turn to Andrea with lots of
questions.

"This is what she wanted," states Andrea, anticipating one of my many
questions. "She set it up this way to protect her identity."

"Yeah, but..." is all I can get out as I try to sort this out in my mind.
Andrea goes on quickly to fill in the blanks.

"She wants this filmed. The lights have special cameras attached to them. One
will film you throwing punches. The other will film the punches landing on her
midsection. She is wearing a special helmet that not only masks her face, but
will record her vocal reactions to your punches. It is set up so that you
won't be able to hear them, again to protect her identity.

"There is a brace against her back to prevent her body from giving with the
punches. Her hands are above her head attached to another appartus. When she
succumbs to the punches, her falling arms will pull a wire. That will turn off
the light on her stomach. That's when you're to stop throwing punches."

"Wow," I respond nodding, looking into the room as she finishes with the
instructions. "Someone's gone to a lot of trouble." Turning to Andrea, I prod,
"Well, since you know so much, you must know who this is."

"I do," Andrea answers with a slight smile and a strange look in her eye I
can't quite read. "But she's sworn me to secrecy. She says you'll both get
more out of it this way. One more thing - you are to throw you're hardest
punches. Nothing is to be pulled. Just pretend you're at 'The Queen's
Dungeon', and pound away."

"Okay," I say, still a little uncertain as I step inside.

"Yeah, like you don't enjoy pummelling women's stomaches. I'll meet you out
here after you're finished. Have fun." Andrea then closes the door behind me.
After taking a deep breath, I walk over to where the lights are.

When I get into position, it is obvious that 'my' light is angled in such a
way as to make it difficult for me to make out any features on her body. The
light on her midsection reveals she actually wearing a loose-figging, neutral
coloured t-shirt, which means I am not able to see any distinguishing
characteristics. Also, she is positioned at a height that will allow me to use
hooks, uppercuts or jabs with equal effectiveness. I shake my head at all the
thought someone would put in to having abs punished, then prepare myself to
begin.

I take another deep breath and shake my head. I am about to annouce that I am
going to start when I remember that she is wearing a special helmet. She
probably is not be able to hear me and she can't see me either. My not seeing
her face will make it difficult for me to judge how she's taking my punches,
but I guess this is all part of what she wants.

I start with light punches, probing to find the location of the muscles and
how strong they are. My interest is further piqued when I realize how hard her
abs are. She had obviously done a lot of work to produce these 'abs of steel'.
After a few more punches, I also realize that she is tightening her abs for
the punches. This lady really wants to test herself.

I continue to through light punches. I soon have a 'map' clear in my mind -
placement of her muscles and where her ribcage and hip bones are. I then start
to throw punches in earnest.

After only a few more minutes, I have worked up a nice sweat. At first I keep
a steady rhythm of punches, concentrating most of my punches in the middle of
her stomache. I then starting drilling punches to all parts of her abs so that
she can't be prepared for where they'll land. Then using both hands, I start
varying the types of punches, mixing in slicing hooks and ripping uppercuts
with ramrod straight punches. Further variety is provided by using chops and
three-finger spears.

As the number of punches pile up, the blows are sinking in deeper and deeper.
It is the only way that I know that I'm starting to break down her
well-conditioned abs. Normally, that would be just one clue, along with the
look in her eyes, the sounds that she's making, and how steady - or unsteady
she is on her feet. For whatever reason, my client has decided to remove all
these clues from the equation.

Following one devastating uppercut, the light flickers briefly. I know that
she has almost reached her limit. I find another couple of spots that bring
similiar results. I figure I might as well have some fun. I vary the strength
of my blows to those extra sensitive areas, using medium and light power. I
continue to use full strength to other areas. I know that even without my
usual cues, my client is suffering mentally as well as physically.

I now unleash full strength punches all over her midsection. I'm so absorbed
in this sequence that I throw several more punches after the lights suddenly
go out. I'm sure that she has gone beyond her breaking point to absorb as much
punishment as possible. For a few seconds, I stand in total darkness, sweating
freely, hoping that if this is what she really wanted, that I have delivered.

Then the door opens. I turn and see Andrea standing there beckoning me. I
slowly go over.

"Good work. You can have a shower, then go to the room next door and get
paid," Andrea informs me as we walk back to the room where I had changed.
"She's going to be really pleased."

"She's going to be really sore," I respond knowingly.

"Yeah, I know," Andrea agrees. "I could tell from what I saw that you were
really driving in the blows. I'm just glad it wasn't me."

"You were watching?"

"And timing as well," Andrea replies inside the room. "She wanted to see how
long she would last. She managed to hang in much longer than she thought she
would."

"That lady is more than a little crazy," I offer shaking my head again as I
begin to undress.

"Actually, she a lady after your own heart." I turn sharply to ask Andrea what
she meant by that, but she has already left the room. I just shake my head
once more as I go to the shower.

After I finish getting dressed, I head to the room where Andrea indicated I
would get paid. When I open the door, I am greeted by another dark room. I am
beginning to sense a pattern. Just before I was going to ask if anyone was
there I hear a woman moaning in pain. What's surprising is that there is
something familiar in the sound of the voice. I scramble to find a light
switch. With the room illuminated, I move in to find the occupant.

With concern rising and unease swirling in my gut, I look around the door to
focus on the source of the sounds. My concern dissipates as I'm overwhelmed
with horror. Lieing on a couch in hot pink bra and panties at the far end of
the room is Kelly, one arm over her bruised and swollen midsection, the other
on her forehead. I know now that 'my client' had actually been my dear, sweat
love.

"Why, Kelly? Why?!" I plead as tears well up in my eyes. All she is able to do
is try and smille as she continues to moan in pain as I run over and kneel
down beside her. I then notice she has moved her left hand from her forehead
and is reaching for something on the table behind her head. After wiping the
tears from my eyes and refocusing, I see she is handing me a bottle of the
same kind of lotion that Cassandra had used on me after our altercation.

"If you weren't already in a lot of pain, I'd give you the spanking the you
justly deserve," I admonish with a weak smile as tears continue to roll down
my cheeks.

"Please," is Kelly's breathy response as she reaches her left hand up to my
cheek and gently strokes it. My smile widens as I shake my head, amazed that
she would have gone to so much trouble. After a brief hesitation, I open the
bottle and pour some of the lotion on her bruised belly. When I gently begin
to spread it around, I can feel her abs spasm as she groans loudly in pain.

As her body becomes more accustomed to the feeling, I gradually increase the
pressure. I remember Cassandra telling me that night that the lotion's special
qualities would speed the healing, but only if there was enough heat to allow
it to go deep into the muscles. And while the initial massage with the hands
provides the first stage of healing, sexual arousal heightens and prolongs the
healing effect.

With her breathing beginning to normalize, I know she is ready for the next
step. I remove my top and bra and bend down over Kelly. As I start to spread
more lotion with my breasts, Kelly reaches her arms up behind me and begins
gently massaging my back. In response, I feel my nipples stiffen and trace
paths through the lotion on her midsection. When her hands go to my neck, and
her fingers begin playing with my hair, I know she is ready.

I ease up onto the couch and straddle her hips. I reach down slowly undo her
bra to free those magnificent 40D's. When I stroke and caress them, I can feel
that they are now heavy with pleasure. I get even more excited when I see
those pleasure points rise. When my fingers lightly fondle them, I am
delighted at how hard they feel.

As my right hand continues to dance and play with the left love melon, I bend
down and start to kiss and nibble on the right one. When she gasps, I look
into her face and see the desire in her brown sugar eyes. For a moment, I'm
reminded of the circumstances that have led to this moment. It fuels my own
desire as I return to the towering rock-hard peak. Knowing she has allowed me
to dominate her physically, and now sexually makes me want to devour her right
there and then.

I manage, however, to move my mouth slowly over the entire mound, so that she
can fully enjoy every minute of me enjoying her. Her succulent wonderments
taste more delicious than I ever remember. Every kiss of my lips, push and
lick of my tongue, or nip of my teeth on the smooth, stretched skin of her
engorged sugar plums brings a gutteral response from deep within her chest.
When I return to the nipple, which seems to be growing longer and stiffer with
every touch, her pleasure is evidenced by louder and deeper vocalizations. I
slowly and playfully go back and forth from one to the other, delighting in
her rising ectasy.

Kelly's hands hands roam freely and lightly from my neck down my back to my
perfect ass, and back up again. Occasionally, she lightly kneads the side of
my breasts with her fingers or gently pinches them. Stimulated by her simple
pleasurings, I lean forward and press my breasts onto hers. She arches her
backs as our supersensitive nipples brush against each other.

Our bodies rub and press urgently together. I thrill at the feel of her heavy
orbs being massaged by my own pleasure-filled jugs. Kelly suddenly moves her
hands to my and face and pulls my head down towards her. We eagerly kiss and
taste each other, further building our passion. Pressure-strained
vocalizations in our chests crescendo as super-swollen orbs mash together till
simultaneous orgasms ripple through us.

Later, we are sitting on the couch. I have one arm around her shoulder while
the other gently massages her stomach.

"So, whose house is this? You have a rich relative you haven't told me about?"
I inquire.

"No," answers Kelly. "It belongs to one of the board members of our company.
It's made available to employees as a reward for a job well done, such as my
work in securing this recent Far-East contract. Any other questions?"

"Yeah, are you ready to tell my why?" I prod quietly.

"Why what?" is Kelly's innocent sounding response.

"As if you don't know what I'm talking about," I respond with mock sterness.
"You went to a lot of trouble for a lot of pain."

"And for a lot pleasure," Kelly reminds me with a smile. "Actually, I've been
planning this since I heard I was going overseas. At first, I only planned to
consult with a sensi, but when the trip got extended, I actually started
training. I wanted to see how much punishment I could actually take."

"Okay, that gives me the background, but doesn't tell me the reason."

"Well, besides the obvious," Kelly giggles as she gently pinches one of my
nipples, "I want to fight."

"Fight me?" I ask in concern.

"No," replies Kelly calmly. "Fight with you - as your partner."

I'm confused. "How does have me beating the stuffing out of you prepare you to
fight with me."

"I figured the best way to prove I was worthy to be your partner was to show
you just how much punishment I could actually take. I knew you wouldn't let me
prove it any other way, so -

"You got that right," I interrupt.

"So," Kelly continues, "I came up with this idea to show you how much I could
take. I figured if I could take the pounding of an expert like yourself, then
that would show you I was capable of watching your back. Besides, you had the
pleasure of being beaten up then dominated by me. And that situation wasn't
exactly on the up-and-up. Why should you have all the fun?" Her eyes were
twinkling as she finished.

I just stare at her in amazement. When I am finally able to put some thoughts
together, I say, "Let me think about it. You know I don't want you to get
hurt. But if your insistent on doing this, you'll have to do it my way. This
is my area of expertise."

"That sounds fair enough," Kelly responds.

"Good," I state. I then look at her quizzically for several seconds. "This
goes back to when you defeated Veronica, doesn't it?"

"Yep," agrees Kelly. "That, and how much more energized you were when we were
together after you fought. We could ramp it up even higher if we've both
experienced the joy of domination together. Like I said, 'Why should you have'
- "

"Yeah, I know - 'all the fun'." We then playfully wrestle and snuggle on the
couch, which leads to more passionate lovemaking.