4 comments/ 51307 views/ 10 favorites Peppers By: SpiceNWolf Daddy got home late that night. Yes, we had made plans, and yes, I knew that my bottom would be the worse for wear by the end of the evening. What I wasn't prepared for was the fact that he'd had a very long and trying day, and would be full of aggression and tension that needed release. One look at his face when I opened the door was enough to make my breath catch in my throat. "Pet, you've been very naughty today." I opened my mouth to protest that I hadn't done anything, but he pressed one finger gently against my lips, to remind me not to interrupt. "I had so much work to do today, and all I could think of was you here waiting for me in this nice little schoolgirl outfit. I knew we wouldn't want to go out, so I brought home fried chicken, but was so distracted that I paid, and left without the food. When I realized what had happened, I went back, and asked them to add some jalapenos to my order. I need to show you what happens to bad girls who break Daddy's concentration." I backed up a step almost involuntarily, shaking my head no. His only response was "come and take off my shoes for me, Pet." The simple, familiar task relaxed me, as kneeling at his feet always does. He stroked my hair, and asked me if I knew what the peppers were for. Of course I did, as we'd discussed it before, but I had always thought it was just a scare tactic. "But Daddy, it will hurt so much!" "Not as much as what will come after, Pet." This calm prediction brought my head up sharply, and I met his gentle eyes. I saw there what I always see; the man who loves me like no other, and gives me more pleasure than I've ever dreamed of. He held out his hand, and patted his lap, and I bent over his knee without a second thought. He pulled my skirt up, chuckled low in his throat when he saw my lacey white panties, and stroked my bottom gently, preparing me for the first blow. When it finally came, I was more than ready, and arched my back, wanting more, needing release. All too soon, after no more than a dozen hard slaps of his hand, he stopped, and I was dismayed, as my skin was just starting to warm. He pulled me up, and to my knees, and spoke the words I had been dreading. "Bring me a pepper." Once again, our eyes locked, and I looked for any sign that he was teasing me. There was none. The next step was the hardest. I know I always have a choice. He would not want a mindless slave, and the final decision is always mine. Refusing him now, though, would guarantee an end to our game, and we would probably end up with a much more mundane evening. There would be no punishment, no recriminations, and plenty of cuddling. There would also be no adventure. I would lie content in his arms, but spend sleepless hours wondering what would have happened. He knew damned well that I would not refuse him, but going to get the pepper was perhaps the longest walk I've ever taken. The jalapeno held gingerly in my hands, I padded slowly back to him, my legs shaking, but my socks making no noise on the thick carpet. My heart was beating wildly, and time seemed to stand still as I finally took that last step, and handed him the pepper. "Now go get me a drink, and a wet washcloth." Glad for a reprieve, I scampered back to the kitchen and poured two fingers of Scotch over ice, stopping in the bathroom for a wet washcloth. I asked no questions, wanting nothing more than to please him now. I handed him his drink and the wet cloth, not sure what to expect now, but he didn't give me much time to wonder. "Over the footstool, Pet." I knelt, and he pushed me over the cushioned stool, spreading my legs, and pulling the lace panties halfway down my thighs. I began to whimper as he pressed the pepper against my rosebud briefly, but almost immediately, he moved it to my pussy, which was soaked already, just from the brief spanking he'd given me. It occurred to me that maybe he was just trying to collect natural lubricant to ease the pepper's passage into my anus, but he rubbed it all around my outer lips, and across my clitoris. With only a couple of seconds delay, my pussy began to burn and throb, and he moved the pepper back to my tight sphincter, and began to push. I cannot even begin to describe how something could hurt so badly, and turn me on so much at the same time. I began to cry, and begged him to stop, but at the same time I was writhing on the stool, my ass twitching like a bitch in heat. "Oh Daddy, it burns!" He removed the pepper, grabbed the washcloth, and with a firm motion, wiped the juices from my clit all the way back to my asshole. Ice from his drink washed away the last of the burn from my labia, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he shoved an ice cube into my ass, taking me from a hot burn to a cold fire. Ice water had barely begun to drip from me before I heard the sound of his belt being pulled from his pants. Only a sub knows how magical that sound is, and how the very jingle of a belt buckle can trigger a rush of heat between our legs. I had little time to process the sound, though, before the first slap of the belt came, quickly followed by another and another. He did not spare the areas he'd already made tender with his hand, but soon worked his way down my thighs, as well. The combination of my still throbbing pussy, the sharp stings from Daddy's belt, and my own writhing, trying to dodge the blows, made for a potent sexual cocktail, and I found myself cumming with no warning at all. I surrendered to the inevitable, lost in the spasms, even knowing that I'd pay later for not asking. "Subspace" is a word I've heard often, and am still not sure how to define. I do know that the sequence of events shifts in my memory, and I lose track of time when we play. At some point, he picked me up off of the footstool, and held me in his arms. "Daddy, you lied to me" I complained. "How so, Pet?" "You said that what went after would hurt more than the pepper. It didn't! The pepper hurt so much!" "We're not done yet, Pet. We still need to address the fact that you came without permission." I stiffened, and inhaled sharply, but his arms tightened around me, and he reminded me that I'd gone to a lot of trouble to move his desk in front of the full length mirror, as he'd asked that morning. He allowed me a few more minutes of cuddling, then told me to hop up and go bend over the desk. I did as I was told much more quickly this time, thinking that nothing could be worse than the fiery bite of the pepper. As I lay there, though, a pillow under my belly, and my cheek pressed to the cool wood of the desk, I had an eagle's eye view of Daddy laying out his tools. A leather strap, an extra long wooden paint stick, the leather flogger, and worst of all, the cane. He knew what the anticipation always does to me, and took his time tying me to the table. First spreading my ankles as far as they would go, then fastening them tightly to the legs of the desk. My wrists were next, and by the time he was through, not only was I completely immobilized, but in very real danger of dripping on the floor. The final step was a handkerchief gag, because I am noisy under the best of circumstances, and we both knew that this was not such a time. The flogger came first, and the sting was worse than I could ever remember it. I couldn't escape it, and couldn't even cry out, except for muffled sobs. It felt like a swarm of angry bees on my back and hips, but then he switched his stance, and began to bring it up between my legs. After the third direct hit to my wide open cunt, I was considering using my safe sign when a second orgasm hit my swollen throbbing clitoris out of nowhere. Daddy has the amazing ability to read my body like a book, and the next thing I remember was him pulling my head up gently, and showing me the cane. My fingers were still gripping the rope tightly, and I felt his hand on mine, unclenching my fist. He gently manipulated my fingers into a peace sign, silently reminding me of my safe signal. Even had I been able to speak, I would have had no words to express my love for him then. As deeply into the moment as we both were, his first concern was for my safety, and he needed to reassure himself that I was okay. I met his eyes in the mirror, and nodded slightly to tell him that I was all right. "I want you to watch, Pet. You need to see it coming." I've had it both ways, and I honestly believe it's worse to see the cane in the air, rushing at me. The first lash was white hot, and as always, the pain radiated out from the initial blow. He gave me time to register every nuance of the sensation before he stroked my ass with the cane, selecting the next spot. He watched me closely in the mirror as the cane fell again, harder than before. I bucked against the desk, straining in my bonds, but there was really nowhere to go, and it felt as if every nerve ending in my body had been fired by the cane. I honestly love sucking Daddy's cock, but I was mostly relieved when he pulled the gag out and replaced it with his erection. I licked and sucked greedily, not just to please him, but also to keep the cane at bay. He pushed to the back of my throat again and again, counting slowly, letting me know how long before I could draw another breath. When he pulled away and picked up the paint stick, I cried "No, Daddy, please, no more?" His response was just to pull the handkerchief back into my mouth, and tell me that I wasn't done. I honestly don't remember how many times he hit me, but I do know that by the time Daddy entered me, even he was surprised at how wet I was. He quickly decided that my wrists and ankles had suffered enough, though, and gently untied me, piling up pillows in the middle of the bed, and pushing me face first over them. The handkerchief came out of my mouth, much to my relief. He rummaged around in the toy drawer, pulled out a plug, and lubed it up thoroughly before sliding it firmly into my ass. Knees on either side of my thighs, he pushed my legs together, and entered me slowly, my hot flesh against his exciting to us both. He fucked me as mercilessly as he'd caned me, enjoying the feel of the plug against his cock, separated only by a thin membrane. He pounded me harder and harder, but I felt no pain, only exhilaration. He owns me, and the pleasure I receive when he proves it never ceases to amaze me. I came once again, this time so hard I thought sure that the bed would shake. Finally when I thought my ragged nerve endings could take no more, he slammed violently into my pussy one last time, and the fit was so tight that I felt his spasms inside me. He made a move to get up, but I begged him to stay, and he lay full on top of me, his weight pinning my sore body to the bed. I came down to earth slowly, sated and sleepy, held securely by the man who owns me, because I would have it no other way. Pepper's Bath Ch. 01 Pepper came to my tavern several weeks ago. I wasn’t too sure of her when she crawled under my batwing doors the first time but Tay was insistent that I’d like the girl. I have to admit I do like the girl. She was very competent and worldly for a slave. I have the utmost confidence that I can send her to any customer that walks in and know that he or she will leave with good thoughts about the sleen. I find that I tend to enjoy watching pepper work as she does serve others and I really don’t have to worry about her. As such I often tend to play with the other girls and whisper hints on their serves or ask them questions. I’m pretty sure that pepper knows I don’t see her in quite the same light as I do the other girls and I know that at times it gets to be frustrating to her. After all when one is trained to perfect beauty one should be appreciated for it. It was becoming ever more apparent that one of my most sought after girls was feeling unloved. I started trying to catch her alone, and with the number of guys coming to see her that was tough! It took me several days to actually accomplish my goal. It was a Tuesday night and every one was off doing something else and we were between her boy toys when I got my chance. She had just finished brining me some mead and asked if there was anything else she could offer me including her. I commanded her to lap and I could just see the surprise in her as I said this. She looked around before she climbed into my lap almost like she was looking for an escape. But like the timid girl she is she peeked up at me and then jumped into my lap with a rush as if she was worried that I might rescind the offer. She’s naturally a bit brazen and has ex-bondmaid written all over her so she really started to give me a workout once she was on my lap. I really enjoy the purring and having a girl run her fingers through my hair, but I made the decision when I opened this place not to fur every girl in my sight. And when I found the girl I wanted to keep, I was actually pretty much uninterested in the others. So all she really got was a bunch of smiles and tickles. I know she wanted more but that is the way I choose to live. I’d found out with the other girls though that a platonic relationship does just not work. So I come up with a few alternate ones. She seemed determined to test my resolve though. I got her to nestle in the crook of my left arm and began to stoke and pet her just as much as I could and every time she heated up I’d turn it light again with a few slaps and tickles. I would also have to admit that after awhile I really began to find this fun. After all what slave girl can not react to simple things like caresses and strong hands on heated flesh. It surprised me that when I pulled her close and just rocked her that she trembled with desire and whimpered softly. I’m always being all playful and that night was no exception, so once I’d determined what I wanted to do there remained the mere formality of getting it done. So I began tickling her, kissing her nose, and all the while acting innocent. I even managed to get her silks untied without her suspecting something. Her immediate response was interesting to say the least and made me feel very bad for having neglected her for so long. She shivered in response and reached for my tunic. I felt her hands start to work on my tunic obviously wanting of much of me as she could get. I gently brushed her hands aside as my hands began to work at her breasts and nipples. I could almost feel her come alive under my hands as she felt my fingers twisting and pulling at her nipples. This she understood and this she could do. She rallied and took the initiative to lean up and lick the corners of my mouth. I still wasn’t prepared to offer something I really couldn’t give and tickled her back. Pepper's Bath Ch. 02 I really wanted to hold her so I reached down and picked her up. She is a lithe little beauty and posed no serious physical effort to hold her, her legs wrapped around me and looking into my eyes. I started dancing to the music in my head and swayed back and forth with her. I started swaying around the floor and began to hum softly into her ear. I could hear the violins to Nutcrackers suite as we danced all over the tavern “This is so much easier than this afternoon.” I hadn’t realized that I had spoken aloud until she gave a soft little start in my arms. The tavern had been very busy like it always this afternoon and we were both running around like mad. Now tonight it was just us here. It was very nice. I had to admit I really enjoyed dancing with her in my arms her feet not touching the ground. When she trembled in my arms my heart just went out to her. I so wished I could offer what she wanted. I had to grin as she went back to doing what she new as her hands roamed my body as if they had a mind of their own. I was looking to ease her fears as I danced into the kitchen and stole a cookie from Tay’s cookie jar and then swinging her around in the air like she was my little girl. I know she was having a good time and I really wish I could offer her more than I can. I know I surprised her when I whirled her into the bathroom laughing. I have taken several other girls into the bathroom and no one ever knows what went on in there but they could all hear the girls yelping and they could see the girl’s very spanked bottoms when they came out. I looked down into a very full tub of hot water and my eyes danced to hers. I knew that she was reading my mind and new what was coming. I had to move before she squirmed. I heard her gasp as I set her into the extremely hot water that had been heated just for her. I reached for the bath brush and slapped the sturdy wooden backed brush into my hand. She made a really cute face and scooted to the back of the tub. But this was my show and I would not be denied. I had to grin as I reached out and secured the girls piggy tail with my right hand. “Hold your breath, little one,” I had to grin as she took a deep breath and held her nose and I plunged me beneath the surface of the water. I kept smiling as I felt her tremble beneath the water. I set down the brush and reaching under the water undid the bands on my girl’s piggy tails. I played with her hair to get it all free and wet. I enjoyed feeling of playing with her as her hair exploded beneath the water. With a tug I pulled her head up out of the water. I thought I might have left her down there to long when she came up spurting water and struggled to take in air. I must say I thought she looked extremely cute with wet hair cascading around her and ringlets of water streaming down her face. I knew I’d touched here as I saw her look up at me through half lowered lashes she seemed a little shy and I was glad she was in my life. I know other Masters have used and discarded her and by the Priest Kings I think them to a man all idiots and fools. I poured some shampoo into my hand and started washing her wet hair. I felt her head move under my hands as I began to scrub her hair. Her eyes scrunched up and I was worried I might be hurting her but she never said a word. I take pride in all my girls and pepper is one of them. I will have exquisite beauty and absolute obedience. I finished soaping her hair and looked down on my girl. She peeked back and I could see the heat in her eyes had been replaced by the look of a shy innocent girl. “Another breath, little one.” She immediately took a breath worried that I might waste no time in plunging her head underneath the surface of water again. She closed her eyes tightly as I dunked her again and carefully rinsed all the soap out of her long hair. I kept her under a little longer this time working her hair until it was squeaky clean and then pulled her up back by the simple expedient of wrapping my fist in it. Pepper's Bath Ch. 03 When I pulled her out of the water this time she seemed no less composed even though she didn’t spit water or gag. I let go of her head and reached behind her to secure the bar of soap. I began to lather up my hands as I looked over my lovely beauty. She trembled a little as I reached out to begin cleaning her and I decided to make this as quick as possible for her. I started with her face and I tipped her chin back so I could get at to all of it, I didn’t want to miss any spots. I gently soaped her face and would keep her chin placed in one hand as I washed off the soap with the other. As I finished her face I lathered my hands and began to trace her throat, my fingers slipping beneath the beaded collar that was tied there and then down the rest of her lovely body. Over her torso and down her arms I ran my hands. Now came the interesting parts. I began to clean her breasts taking my time and soaping each one slowly and carefully paying special attention to the undersides and then fingering her nipples feeling them harden under my touch. I was kind of surprised at the soft cries of delight that erupted from her small throat. As I left her nipples and moved down to wash her belly I slowed hands down even more. I’ve always felt that the belly of a slave is the most sensual part of her. It quivers it hardens and turns to Jell-O under a Masters touch. I love my piggy tails but the belly is the most sensual part of a woman. I felt little tremors ripple through her as I touched spot after sensitive spot. As she began to heat up I needed to play a little more and slow down the heat rising in her body. I’ve always found tickling a girl to be a sport in and of itself and I proceeded to tickle pepper. I laughed along with her as she foundered around in the tub, splashing water and soaking me to the skin. I know she did it on purpose but I was okay with that, after all that’s what playtime is for. So I upped the ante a little, reaching down into the tub I grabbed an ankle small and shapely beneath my hand. I looked up to pepper and grinned. “Take another breath girl.” I know I surprised her as she was slow in taking a breath. I pulled on the slim ankle and watched her upper torso slide into the water as her legs came out. I washed the entire length of her leg from the dainty foot past the slim and, up the succulent calf to her creamy thigh. I just barely grazed her sex and knew at that moment that she would have to cum before I finished the bath. She was as turned on as a slave can be. As I returned my hand to her foot I couldn’t help but tickle her and watch the explosion of arms and hair under the water. I repeated the process with her second leg hurrying a little bit since I knew she was running out of air. I let go of her leg and when she didn’t come up immediately I reached in and pulled her up by her hair. I’m pretty sure I snickered as she gasped for breath, glaring at me as if I was exorcisable from this situation by her sheer will alone. “Now, for my favorite part.” She glanced up at me with suspicion as I reached over and grabbed an ear. I dragged her to the edge of the tub and placed her over the side so that her hips were balanced on the edge her legs still in the water and her head hanging down to the floor. Her arms immediately reached out to the floor in the classic position of a girl about to be spanked. “Spread girl.” I ordered knowing the effect that would have on her “Yes Master.” She whimpered. She spread her legs apart giving me an unobstructed view of her charms. I could smell the girl's heat and new she was aroused and that stopped me for a few seconds. I realized that there was no way I could keep her from cumming. She needed that kind of release that kind of control. Pepper's Bath Ch. 04 I took my time soaping up my hands almost making a show of it. She needed release and release she would get. I traced a finger down her spine and delved into the crack of her bottom. I lined up and plunged one finger into her little puckered anus cleaning it thoroughly. I could hear her moan as the feelings of shame submission and arousal engulfed her as she squirmed on the edge of the tub. I finished cleaning her anus and switched fingers and using my longest finger, I continued the journey to her swollen petals where I spent a moment cleaning them, and then I squeezed and played with them before separating her lips and plunging into her. I felt he feet seek purchase on the bottom of the tub as she wantonly pressed back into my hand as working her pussy up and down my finger in need. I began to work her running my finger back and forth repeatedly. I was trying to play it off as merely cleaning her but I was wondering if she'd cum just from this. I heard a lust filled moan escape her lips and I knew I needed to let her cum. "Cum now, girl." I said plunging my finger into her to the palm. I made an effort to hit her 'g' spot and must have succeeded because she convulsed as soon as I reached the spot. She shuddered and moaned under my hand her juices liberally coating my hand as she came. I pushed back into her as my other hand reached for a nipple working it back and forth twisting it. As I released her she lay there shuddering and weak, helpless before her Master. I soaped up my hand and rewashed her aching petals, feeling her jump and quiver as I touched her again. I knew it was coming and sure enough she reached out for me. I moved a little farther behind her making sure to keep her over the edge of the tub washing her as if I didn't care. I dared not let this little minx know how much I do care for her. She is one of my foods. Hell would not be far enough to run from me if someone hurt her. Now to drive the lesson deep into her mind that she was mine and I owned her. I reached for the bath brush again and applied the unfriendly side to her round and now very pink bottom. "SMACK!" She yelped in pain and surprise as I spanked her. I felt her body scrunch up as her eyes closed in anticipation of the next swing. I took my time knowing this spanking had to be done right so that there could be no thought in her head that she was anything but mine. She continued to cry and scream as I administered a full twenty strokes. My will kept her over that tub as tears traced a pathway down her soft cheeks. The heat from her bottom radiated out and must have been becoming intense as she wiggled under my hand. When I was sure she was mine I reversed the brush and used its hard bristles to scrub the area I had just spanked. The humiliation of such a procedure lays deep within a girls mind and the pain was considerable as wee. She cried out, begging, "Please, Master! Please no!!!" I just wanted it to stop. Please, please stop. "Now, are you my good little girl?" I asked, more because I wanted her to fully understand that she was mine, than anything else "Yes, Master! Yes!" She laid thee blinking back the tears beneath tightly shut lashes. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet and picking up a towel began to dry her off. I knew she felt helpless and confused as she stood there quivering with need. She reached out to hold onto me for support as I dried her and whimpered low in her throat. As I finished drying her I threw her naked over my shoulder as I strode purposefully back out into the tavern. The tavern was empty save for us but I knew the customers would come that night. I dropped her on the slave mats and watched her assume the position. Kneeling back on her heels, thighs spread open as far as she could leaving her charms open to look at her hands resting on her thighs palm up. I could see the longing in her eyes and wished that I could give her more.