5 comments/ 54554 views/ 8 favorites Learning My Lesson By: kira9871 I’m standing in the restaurant scanning the tables anxiously. I was supposed to meet you here at five, but it’s already five thirty. I was so nervous about meeting you that I changed my clothes five times and then got stuck in rush hour traffic. I wanted to look great for you, but nothing I tried on was good enough. I finally settled with a short blue skirt that fell only two inches below my ass, a white blouse, and black heels. I know my ass and legs look good in the skirt and heels, but my large breasts are straining against the blouse, my nipples making hard little points in the chilly evening air. I don’t wear a bra; I know you would never allow me that small dignity. I notice people are starting to stare. I feel horrible because I’m sure you left when I wasn’t there on time. I gasp as I suddenly feel your strong hand grab my wrist. I spin around and see your face glaring at me. My breath catches as I look into your eyes and see your disappointment at my disobedience. “Master, I’m…” I try to explain, but before I can say anything in explanation you are dragging me out of the door by my wrist. Pulling me over to your car, you open the door and roughly push me in. I start to tremble as I fix my clothes and turn to watch you sit down into the driver’s seat. I bite my lip, feeling horrible that I let you down, and starting to worry about my punishment. “Master, please…” You look over to me and smile cruelly. It shuts me up as I shiver and my pussy grows wet and contracts. As we pull out of the parking lot you tell me to spread my legs and rub my clit to get myself ready for you. My cheeks glow hot as I lift my skirt around my waist and reach a hand down to my pussy – always clean shaven, as you demand it. It’s hard to get started. Even though it’s getting slightly dark outside, I know people could look into the car and see me touching myself like a whore. But I don’t want to disobey you, and soon lose myself to the sensations. My cunt is getting slicker, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming when pain explodes on my thigh and I hear a loud “smack.” it takes me a second to realize we have stopped and you have slapped my thigh, hard. I whimper softly, silently begging you to let me finish what I have started. I feel like such a slut, pussy dripping on to seat, skirt hitched above my waist, moaning like a whore. Your red handprint stands out clearly on my white skin, it is beautiful to me. “Out, now,” you demand, and the hard look in your eyes allows no arguments. Sighing, I open the door and step out of the car and look around. I see that you have taken us to a large park in the middle of town. I grow nervous and shaky, praying you are not going to punish me here, in such a public place. You walk around to me and jerk my head back pulling my hair; I whimper but walk as you lead me into the park. I try to look around, but I can’t see if there are any people nearby. My heart races as you propel me by my hair. I stumble along in my heels, desperately trying to fix my still too high skirt. We walk a long time and I can tell we've gone deep into the trees when you push me roughly against a tree, scraping my cheek on the rough bark. Slowly I turn around to face you. “Strip for me, slut,” you order “Master please, Im sorry, I just wanted to look my best for you, please take your whore home. Please let me serve you.” Nothing, you just stare at me coldly. I start to shake and mumble “yes Master” before unbuttoning my blouse. Looking around, I don’t see anyone, but I hear children playing in the distance. I slide my blouse off my shoulders, baring my breasts to you. My nipples become impossibly hard as I feel a slight breeze caress them. My breasts shake slightly as I wiggle my skirt off my hips and step out of it. I take off my heels and kneel in the grass in front of you, shaking, and naked. I look longingly at my clothes. It is a little cold, and I feel so exposed kneeling in front of you. I feel your eyes travel my body, taking in my hard nipples and the wetness between my thighs. I can’t hide my arousal from you. “Good, stay there, don’t you dare move slut” You pick up my clothes and walk away leaving me kneeling, naked, and alone. I watch you walk away in stunned silence. As you disappear into the trees I start to sob, crying piteously. I can’t believe you would be so cruel as to leave me here alone. Despair hits me when you do not return in a few minuets. I’m shaking now, crying and moaning as I curl into a ball on the grass. All I can think about is how alone I am. I’m torn up inside, convincing myself you no longer want me. It seems like an eternity, but about five minuets later I hear your footsteps coming towards me. I look up and see you walk back into the clearing, without my clothes. “Master!” With a choked sob I scramble to my knees and crawl towards you, flinging my arms around your legs. I sob and shake, grabbing onto you for dear life and babbling how thankful I am that you returned to me. “Master, I thought you left me. Ill never disobey you again, but please never leave me. Th-thank you for coming back, I would die without you.” I carry on, talking interspersed with sobs. You don’t say anything; just stroke my hair softly until I finally start to calm down. I’m still clinging tightly to you as I look up at you. I know I look horrible, mascara running down my face, lipstick smeared, and eyes red from crying. I see that cruel smile pass your lips as you look at my face, and my breath catches in my throat. You reach down and quickly grab my wrists, jerking me painfully to my feet. I whimper, and lower my eyes to the ground. “You have displeased me, slut.” I moan at your words, a few tears finding their way down my cheeks again. “I have decided that you have made me wait long enough. I am going to take my pleasure from you now, here. You don’t have a problem with that do you, slut?” “No, Master” I whisper. “Then beg me whore, beg me to use your worthless ass” I look into your eyes quickly, hoping for a way to convince you not to take me in the park, desperately seeking some sign that you’ll take me back to the privacy of your home. But all I see is hardness in your eyes. I lower my eyes again in defeat. “Please Master, I know Im a disobedient slut, that I don’t deserve you, but please use me Master. That’s why I’m here Master; my purpose in life is to serve as a plaything to you. Take my body Master, its yours, use me; let me make it up to you Master. Please Master; fuck my ass, my mouth, my cunt, anything Master, all my wholes are yours…” “Shut up bitch,” you shout cruelly, but I hear the desire in your voice, and it makes my knees go weak. You spin me around, shoving me against the tree, pressing me hard and I feel the bark scratch at my unprotected breasts. I hear you undo your pants. My cunt floods, and my breathing becomes harder and faster. My clit aches to be touched. Pleading before you has turned me on beyond measure, and now you are going to fuck me and I can’t wait. Soon though, pleasure gives way to panic. I realize you have no intention of pleasuring me at all. I feel the head of your cock poking at the entrance to my ass. “No! Master, no. I’m not ready; I can’t take you like this, please! Master please, it will hurt too much; don’t do this to me…” A scream is ripped from my throat as your cock finds its way and plunges deep into my ass. I’m reduced to little moans and soft screams as you start to fuck my ass. My ass burns and throbs as you slowly move in and out. I realize I have been struggling against you, fighting you. But you have me pinned against the tree and I can’t get away, and I hear you moan as my ass wiggles on your cock. My head is yanked back and my face slapped hard. “Bitch, stand still, now.” My head sags against the tree as you let go of my hair. I’m sobbing and moaning now, but not fighting you anymore. My ass still hurts, but as I relax the hurt starts to ease. You’re thrusting hard in and out of my ass, pushing my tender breasts against the tree with every thrust. I whimper softly. Soon the pain subsides and I slowly start to realize that through it all, my pussy has continued to leak fluid down my legs. My moans turn now to moans of pleasure as I start to rock my hips back slightly to meet your thrusts. You sense the change in me and start to laugh softly. My cheeks turn bright red. I’m ashamed that no matter how roughly you treat me, I can’t help but respond to you. I need you so badly, ill do anything just so you will use my body. “That’s it bitch, you like that don’t you slut?” “Yes Master,” I whimper. “Please don’t stop Master, cum in my ass Master. Make me cum please.” You slam into my ass hard, forcing me flush against the tree. Then you are gone. You’ve pulled out of my ass leaving me empty. I start to protest, but before I can, you yank me roughly to my knees. I look up at you, pleading with my eyes. I open my mouth to beg and you slam you cock into my throat. I gag hard from the filthy taste of my own ass as your shove your cock further down my throat. My face burns with humiliation as you face fuck me. You look down into my tear streaked face, feel my hands clutching hard on your hips. I feel your cock start to swell before you throw your head back and start shooting you cum deep down my throat. My throat works fast, trying to swallow all of your cum. I start to choke and your cum starts to drip out the sides of my mouth. Finally you take your cock out of my mouth. I collapse to the ground. You look down at me and I can only imagine the sight you see. A well used whore lying on the ground at your feet. Naked, makeup running down my tear stained face, cum running down my chin and on to my breasts, breathing hard, and moaning softly. I look up at you, and once again see that cruel smile on your lips. I gasp as another wave of desire hits my aching body. I struggle up to my knees. “Thank you Master, for using me as your slut. Thank you for feeding me your cum.” “You’re a pathetic whore; do you know that, slut?” “Yes Master” I whisper and lower my eyes in shame. “If you ever keep me waiting again, you will greatly regret it, slut. I’m going to walk away now, when Im gone you can drag your pathetic ass to look for your clothes; I have hidden them in the trees. Then you can find your own way home. Your home. I don’t want to see you tonight, understand?” I sob and start crying anew. I need you to touch me, to comfort me. I hurt inside from your cruelty, and seeming uncaring. Sobs rack my body as I tell you that I understand. I moan softly as your hand reaches down to rest on my cheek. I turn my head, greedy for your touch, but you pull away quickly. I watch as you turn and walk away. My pussy is throbbing; you’ve allowed me no release. As I watch you walk away I bring my fingers to my soaked cunt, desperately seeking my swollen clit. I’m stopped short as I hear your voice trail back to me. “Don’t you dare cum cunt.” “Yes Master” I whisper to myself Crying with frustration I shakily raise to my feet. I smile slightly as I look down at my scratched a bleeding breasts, I know I deserve this. I make a vow to myself, to be a better slave for my Master who I love so much. I slowly start to walk, naked and cheeks burning with humiliation, as I search for my clothes. Learning My Lesson *For my Master* I awaken slowly, my vision gradually returning in a blurry haze, my body still tingling. I am half sitting on the ground, wondering how I had fallen, noticing the small damp spots of my salvia on my dark denim shorts, being unable to control it as I had gasped for air. The carpet looks slightly discoloured, as my consciousness creeps back into me. My hand instinctively goes to my throat. The flesh there still burns hotly from the force of your hands. You notice I have regained consciousness, and kick me, hard, in the back, forcing me face first into the floor. I do not look up at you. I know I have displeased you. "What are you bitch?" You spit at me. I shakily raise my self from the floor, but you kick me in the side, keeping me down. My pride keeps me quiet. "I can't hear you Slut. Try again." Your tone is cold and even. I know I've pushed you too far, you're pissed. The unbearable summer heat is causing sweat to trickle down my face, making my long red hair stick to me uncomfortably. You grab a fist full of it, and snap my head back, throwing me onto my back. You hold my freckled wrists down with one of your strong hands, using your other hand to force my face towards you. "Look at me slut. Look me right in the eye. What the fuck are you to me?" I shudder with a mingle of fear and anticipation. I open my eyes, and find your seething green ones glaring back. Your 6'1" to my 5'6" easily makes me the loser in any fight we have, but I can't help but love the feeling of your hard body pressed down on mine, your messy blonde hair and broad shoulders, smooth chest and firm grip holding me down just sends chills down my spine. I can't help but feel the familiar heat spread between my legs. You have always been so deliciously handsome. I struggle against you, but I have no doubt in my mind about what is to happen. Your usual charm and patience is enough to deal with my reckless behaviour, yet maybe today I had really blown it. God knows why you have put up with me thus far. We met online years ago, both sharing a love for bdsm, control, and odd fantasies. I had been young, too young maybe to understand fully what it meant to be someone's 'slave'. Through our endless stories and emails, I had fallen hopelessly for you in every way possible. When I met you in the flesh at the age of 18, I knew I was yours. And I have been ever since. The last year and a half we had been together, you moving to my town so we could be together, we were, and still are, in love. Even though I have an insatiable thirst for your body, and a desire to please you completely, I am a red head. A fiery, extreme one at that. Until I met you, I was an independent, and in-control woman. But now you required me to completely give up all control. I had wanted to do this for you, and thought that I had, that is until my pride could stand the humiliation no longer. Perhaps it was the need to be physically punished, or maybe it was the instinctive drive in me to be sarcastic, and to protect my self esteem that made me disobey you, but boy, was I about to catch hell for it. I gritted my teeth. "I'm yours, Master." "Damn right you are, Trash. Why the fuck would you think I would let you get away with that? I own you, Slave, and if I want to touch you, fuck you, beat you or reject you, I will, and you have no right to stop me, got that?" He pushed me a bit harder into the ground to make sure I had gotten the message, and stood up. I lay there, shamefaced, but exhilarated that I had gotten such a reaction from you. When I came over to your house earlier that day, things had been peachy keen, all smiles and giggles. I had cleaned up a bit for you while you relaxed in front of your computer. Looking at the way your polo shirt clung to your sweaty broad shoulders, and how your long shorts just begged to be unbuttoned, your perpetually mussed up longish blonde hair teasing my aching fingertips, I felt the heat from my pussy grow to a raging inferno. I tiptoed over to you, and twirled your black leather chair around. I shook my hair loose from its clip, it falling in a wavy curtain down my back. My black tank top clung to my chest, sweaty with the heat and my desire. My short denim shorts slightly rode up, as I bent down to your level (letting you get a good look down my shirt) and I told you that I needed your cock in me, and that I needed it now. I licked my lips, and surely my eyes danced with sexual frustration at seeing you but not touching you, but you completely ignored me. You had scoffed at me, telling me to restrain such urges, and that there were some dished downstairs that needed to be washed. You started to turn your chair back to your computer, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop my hand from rising up and hitting you right across the cheek, the audible slap slicing through the thick heated air. I had panicked when you raised up out of your chair, backing me up against the wall, your hand automatically going to my throat. I gasped and fought back, my eyes going wide as my body panicked and flailed to get air into my lungs. My body had plunged into the darkness of unconsciousness. And now I had awoken and you were punishing me for my actions. I try my best to catch my breath, sitting up carefully, so as not to make you kick me again. I knew that I had deserved such a reaction, but something in the way you stood there, back to me, hand through your hair, had my body dancing with desire. You slowly turn to me, and grin maliciously. "So my slut wants to fuck, huh? Well, if you want my cock, you're going to get it. Get on your hands and knees bitch." I scrambled into position, not pushing my luck any further, as I hear your belt come loose. SMACK. You landed you leather belt right across my ass. And hard. I buckled slightly from the blow. "Apologize, trash, that you are wasting your Master's time by making me punish you." You land 7 more blows across my ass before I'm able to choke out an acceptable apology. You grab my shorts and pull them down without undoing the zipper, and literally rip my underwear from my body. Your rough hands slide under my shirt and rudely grope, pinch and pull evilly on my sensitive nipples. I moan from the pain, loving how it surges right down to my pussy. "You like this don't you slut?" I can tell from your voice you're enjoying the abuse of my body as much as I am. " I love it Master. Please punish me, I have no acceptable reason for my behaviour." You pull my top off, pleased to see I have no bra on, and grab me by my waist. Without warning or care you plunge your thick hard cock into my hot and sticky cunt, all the way in, loving how I moan with surprise and pleasure. We thrust together, fast, hard, rough, the way we love to fuck, me feeling your balls slap across my clit as you move in and out. I get so close to cumming, and before I slip into ecstasy, I remember that I must ask permission for orgasm. You deny me, telling me this is not for my pleasure, but for me to learn a lesson. I know I will not hold out much longer, the feel of your hardness inside me being too much. I begin to beg, moan, and plead with you to let me come, and you grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. You slap me lightly across the face, and stick your fingers in my mouth, warning me not to bite. You pull them out, strings of saliva still connecting them to my mouth. All of a sudden I feel your fingers pushing their way into my ass. I can't contain myself. Being inexperienced in anal was something we had worked around, you knowing I never liked the feeling, that I felt too dirty, too humiliated, and we had always left it at that, but now you were pushing your way into me in the most private way. I screamed out, as the pain of being stretched and the pleasure of being fucked twisted and entwined its way into a powerful orgasm. You tell me to cum on your cock, and around your fingers. My body shudders as I fall limply onto the floor, the ripples of pleasure taking away my ability to stand. You withdraw from me, and spray your hot cum all over my back, moaning loudly. When you are done, you lay down next to me. I turn to face you, and thank you for teaching me my lesson. "The pleasure was all mine, pet." You smile slowly in the way I love so much, and pat me on my head. You get dressed while I still lay spent on the ground, and return to your computer. Without turning to look at me, you tell me to get cleaned up and dressed, there are dishing waiting. My anger and pride slowly bring a flush into my face. Oh, I could tell this would be one long night of learning…. Learning My Lesson Another day, as Mrs. Trophy Wife. I'm getting sick of it. Nothing I do in these situations seems to please you. Now the guests are gone, and it's my guess that my time for your punishment for me is drawing near. I go to the parlor and make us both a nice Scotch, neat. I wish it mellowed you out, but it doesn't, at least it usually doesn't. It does, however, make these confrontations easier for me to take. I go back into your office, put your drink down onto the desk, and take a deep swallow of mine. It burns going down......just what I need after this last fiasco. I turn away from your desk and walk defiantly towards your office door. After your harsh words and unfair comments, I am no mood to reason with you. My fingers barely brush the brass handle on the door, when I feel myself jolted forward, and pushed with force against the back of the door. I feel the full length of your body pressing into me, pushing me harder, harder against the rough oak. You grab my hands and pin them above me, taking the opportunity to press your chest against my back making sure that my tits are firmly crushed against the door. I cry out in shock and anger but am silenced by a further jolt forward into the door, the hard handle knocking my hip bone. I feel your hot breath against my neck, inhaling and exhaling in an unsteady rhythm. After what seems like a lifetime, you lift your chin towards my ear and gently whisper, "I am your husband. You will NOT speak to me like that. You will treat me with RESPECT. You will NOT talk to me the way you did in front of those clients EVER again.......and MOST IMPORTANTLY......." You pause for breath to emphasize your point, "If you EVER make me look that stupid again, I will make sure everyone knows what a fucking little bitch you are. I'll let the boys take turns with you! You'd love that, wouldn't you?" At your callous words I buck violently against you, shouting and swearing and breathing fast. "Fuck you!" I scream back at you. I feel my cheeks turn an angry pink. You effortlessly flip me over and pin my arms against the door once more. I see the humorous glint in your eyes, and I know that your words were said to invoke this reaction from me, to make me outburst angrily, to make me rise to your bait. I stare at you furiously, my breath quickening, my tits rising and falling with every angry breath. "I think, my dear," you speak in a low, firm voice, "that your little tantrum was quite uncalled for. You certainly haven't learned your lesson." And with that your body is pushed against me once more, my hands still pinned by yours above my head. You bring your head closer and begin to kiss my neck aggressively. I move my head in protest but am quickly warned by a short, sharp bite on my earlobe. You press the length of your body against me harder and harder. My breath quickens and I feel my body responding to your lust. Your mouth is on my neck, sucking and tugging at the skin with your teeth. I stand, crushed, against the oak door, hating you and wanting to make you pay, but my body betrays me. I realize I am grinding my groin against the large bulge that has formed in your trousers. My arms are no longer above my head, but are scratching, tearing at your shirt. You head has now moved lower, and your mouth is positioned at the top of my breast, your teeth and tongue expertly biting and sucking my soft skin. You calmly, with one hand, tear open my shirt buttons and tear the shirt from my shoulders, releasing my aching breasts. I try to match your manner, but it's too late. I cannot remain calm; you have me exactly where you want me. I frantically, urgently tear at your shirt, my fingers fumbling at the buttons. You lift your head and I see a flicker of a smirk run through your face. At last I manage to free your body of your shirt. Your hand slides around my back, and in one skilled movement you unhook my bra, free my arms and let it fall to the floor. Knowing that my overly sensitive nipples are my weak spot, your fingers find my nipples and I throw my head back and let out a soft moan as you pinch and pull at them. Your mouth replaces your hand, and you start your nibbling, biting assault on my puffy nipples. Your hands slide around my hips and on to my buttocks. You lift me up, mouth still on my nipple and I wrap my legs around you, pushing myself against your growing bulge. You walk over to your desk chair and sit down with me straddling your lap. I feel you lick and bite one nipple as your fingers savagely pinch and pull at the other. I arch my back, pushing my breasts against you, letting out long, loud moans at the wonderful sensations running through me. I begin to run my hands down your chest and rub my fingers over your hard cock which is still caged within your trousers. I tear my breasts away from your mouth and let myself slide on to the floor. I kneel, facing you and begin to unzip your fly. I release your cock and run my fingers up and down its shaft, teasing you. You don't bat an eyelid and in frustration I let my nail carelessly scratch the tip of your penis. "You know better than to do that," you say with a smirk. Suddenly your hands are on the back of my head, knotted in my hair. "Time for a little face fucking, yes?" you ask. You pull me forward and I take your cock in my mouth. Grabbing my hair with both hands, you guide my head up and down on your cock. I pump the base of your cock with one hand and, at the pace you set, I slide my mouth up and down, up and down the shaft, licking the head as often as I can. I feel a damp patch start to form in my knickers. I look up at you with innocent eyes in a way that I know drives you wild. I blink innocently while my wet lips slide up and down the full length of your penis. I hear you let out a low groan and know that you are close. Not wanting to come yet, you lift me off of the floor and spin me so that I am positioned directly in front of you once more. You push me roughly and bend me over your desk, my skirt and knickers on display. I am completely vulnerable. Both of your hands find the top seam of my underwear and you begin to pull the down. You pull them past my ass, scratching the soft skin there as you slide my knickers down my legs. You let the lacy pants fall to the floor and pull my tiny skirt up so that my shaved pussy is in full view. You step out of your trousers. I cannot see behind me. I tremble in anticipation. You slide one finger inside of me, moistening the tip before you slide your finger up to my clit. You circle the hyper sensitive bud slowly but firmly. White hot tingles take over me. I moan loudly and grind against your hand, wanting, needing more. Your other hand makes its way up my thigh, and before long I feel your fingers slide with ease inside my wet, pink hole. You slip in and out easily having teased me to the brink of arousal. I buck fiercely against your hand, pushing myself back against you. Your hands move to my buttocks and I feel you dig your nails in the soft flesh as the tip of your cock enters me. You pull it back out, wanting to make me beg. You slide it in a little farther, then ease it back out again. Now you grasp the head of your now turgid cock, and run the tip of it up and down my slit. "Oooh ......are we a little turned on, my sweet little slut?" You ask. "Yes! Oh God yes!" I gasp. "You know what to say, now don't you?" he teases me. "Fuck me! Please PLEASE fuck me!" "That's a good little slut. I might even let you cum." You say in a condescending manner. I hear you snigger and in one swift, forceful movement your pound the whole length of your rock hard shaft inside of me. "Ooooh!!" I gasp, my body tensing at the sudden sensation. You slide in and out slow but hard, your fingernails still digging into my flesh. I hear your breath quicken. "Oh, more. Please, MORE!" I insist. Your pace accelerates and soon you are pounding my tiny pussy, bang, bang, bang. With each thrust my nipples rub against the rough wood of your desk. "Oooh, please, I'm nearly there!" I beg you again. Delicious sensations overtake my body. I scream out your name, and you thrust harder and harder and harder. My climax overwhelms me, and all I can do is gasp a loud, "Oooohhh." Your nails dig deeper into my flesh and I can feel you are nearly there too. But there is a twist. Suddenly you pull out, your rock hard cock staring angrily at me. You roughly flip me over so I am facing you. You say, "This is your last lesson for today's inappropriate behavior my dear. Kneel in front of me." I kneel, not sure what is coming, but I soon find out. You grasp your cock and start jerking it frantically. Your first blast of cum hits me on my chest, splattering my tits. "Open your mouth bitch!" You exclaim. You move up and aim the balance of your load up at my face, and several blasts land right in my mouth. This is a new one on me. When your load subsides, you stick your cock back in my mouth and say, "Suck it clean, slut!" I do, and it is not a bad taste; my pussy juices mixed with his load, and it is very erotic. I dare not let him know I enjoyed it though. He grabs his clothes, and gets ready to leave me here, I presume to go wash up. His final comment is, "Well my dear, I guess you have learned your lesson. Next time it won't be only me. The whole bunch of us will be giving you that little treat. I don't say anything. I just smile as I lay my head against the cool wood of your desk as I try to recover from that truly exquisite fuck.