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Punishment

By: Kara J



I was in my car driving to my Masters house. My mind was running a hundred times a minute. I knew I was in for it tonight. He had ordered me to get a check register to keep tallies of the many things I did wrong. I hadn't gotten it yet and I knew he would be mad. 

I had everything straight that he had ordered that night, except the register. I was wearing a long, sleek, black dress, with a very low cut chest. Underneath, I had on black thigh highs with a black garter and a open-chested bra. I had nipple clamps on both nipples and chain running between them. I had a anal plug pushed deep in my ass and decorative jewelry squeezing my clit. 

It was a long drive and all the things he had ordered me to wear were getting me so horny I couldn't stand it. But, I knew that tonight would not be about pleasure. Tonight, I was going to be punished!

I arrived at his house. He was standing in the door way with his arms crossed giving me a stern look. I walked to him, shuffling my feet, trying to take my time, because I knew what was coming. I stepped aside and he motioned for me to come in. I did. As soon as the door was shut he grabbed my arms behind my back and pushed me to the floor.

"On your knees, Slave",

"Face on the floor!"

He cuffed my hands behind my back. He forced my cheek down hard against the cold floor and held my face there.

"Did you do everything as you were told?"

"No, Sir"

"What?!"

"I did everything you ordered, Sir, but I didn't bring the check register. I am sorry, Sir!"

"Shut up!" "You know I don't accept apologies!"

"Yes, Sir"

"You know you will be punished for this, Slave?"

My face saddened and a tear streamed down my face as I whimpered,

"Yes, Sir"

I hated to disappoint my Master.

He grabbed me up by my hair and pulled my face up to his.

"Stand Up!"

"You know that it angers me that you disobey me. But it angers me even more that I have to punish You!"

"Yes Sir"

He held tight to my hair and pushed me in the direction of the playroom. We walked inside the door and he lead me to a small wooden table. He let go of my hair and tied a blindfold tight against my eyes. 

"Don't Move, Slave."

I could hear him walking around. He was standing in front of me, very close to my face. He reached behind me and undid the hand cuffs, as he did this his hard cock pushed hard against my swollen, confined, clit. I could feel my pussy wetting more and more every second. 

"Hands above your head!"

I raised my hands and he pulled my dress up and over my head.

I heard it fall to the floor next to me. He began checking to make sure I had worn everything he ordered. He wrapped is hand around my stomach and began sliding them down to my dripping pussy. He slid his hand down and felt that I had worn the clit jewelry. He pulled at my clit. I jumped with shock. Then his hand reached around back and pushed the anal plug deeper into my ass. 

"Ooohhh"

I moaned

"Not a sound, Slave!"

Then his hands traveled up my stomach and at my breasts. He was cupping them, feeling them with his hands. Then he pulled hard and fast on the chain that was connected to the clamps at my nipples. My nipples burned. I didn't make a sound. I only bit my lip.

I could hear him walking away. He had gone over to the wall and was pulling things from the hooks. He came back to me and forced something in my mouth. I recognized it was the gag I had picked out for him to use on me. He tightened it tight. Tighter then ever before. My lips were pursed around the ball. I could feel the drool beginning to pool at the corners of my mouth. I could tell he knew I was going to want to scream tonight and he wouldn't want the neighbors to hear. Then he threw me hard against the table in front of me. My breasts were squished firmly against the hard wooden table top. The clamps on my nipples were positioned just right against the table that there was a constant piercing pain. He came around in front of me and tied my left hand securely to the left leg of the table. Then he tied my right the same way. He came behind me and tied my left ankle tight to the left, back leg of the table and the same with the right.

I must have been a sight to see. My torso was just as long as the table so that my pussy and ass were spread before my Master right at the edge of the table. My neck rested right on the front edge. And the table was at just the right height so that my Master could fuck me hard if he so desired.

I heard him walk away again and go back to the wall.

He came back over to me.

"The more noise you make and the more you fidget, the harder this will be."

"Is that understood?"

I nodded my head, the best I could.

He slowly dragged the tails of leather across my back. He slid it up and down the crack of my ass. WHACK.. It landed right across my ass. My body jolted off the table. My teeth bit hard against the gag. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Each landing in the same place as before. I bit harder into the gag with every lash. Tears began rolling down my face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He pushed the plug deeper in my ass. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He stuck three fingers in my pussy and began fingering me hard, stroking my g spot with one finger. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I was experiencing severe pain and extreme pleasure at the same time. It was a very confusing feeling. I could feel my self starting to shake.. I was ready to cum. I held it back. I knew I wasn't allowed to cum until my master told me i could. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! 

He stopped. I was now whimpering as tears were strolling down my face.

He rammed his cock hard into my pussy, he began fucking me hard and fast. He pushed it in deep. He was fucking me hard. My swollen clit was pounding against the table. My body began to shake.. My Master must have noticed because he said, "you may cum know slave" With that he thrust his cock one last time deep in my pussy and I came all over his cock. He came around in front of me and took the gag away from my mouth. He rammed his cock deep down my throat. 

"Clean your mess off of me, Slave!"

I sucked him the best i knew how. He came deep in my throat and said, 

"You better not miss a drop!"

I swallowed ever drop.

He untied me and pulled me to his chest. 

"Now, little one, don't you think it would have been easier to just do as I asked you?"

"Yes, Sir"

Punishment



We have a long journey ahead of us on this very hot day. Along the way we stop within the beautiful abandoned forest to take a break. I am standing in the nude under the waterfall facing the wall, when I hear a movement behind me, in the water. I am shocked when I see you, the King, watching me, with a look on your face that tells me that our lives will never be the same again. I am speechless and instantly weak as I watch you approach me, your nakedness gleaming in the sunlight. Your fingers then running through my dark, wavy hair. 

Thinking of the consequences I shake my head "no". You grab me as I try to escape. You pull my soft, feminine body against your hard masculinity. You back me up against the flat, smooth stonewall, straddle your hands on either side of my head, then lean downwards for a kiss which takes my breath away. I am still uncertain, as I hold still, allowing your tongue access to my sweetness. Your kiss becomes bolder, filled with passion, as you caress my ass. My body trembles as I feel a nibble on my neck, your tongue on my shoulders. I gasp as I feel your fingers probing my mound. 

You insert one, then two fingers into my dripping pussy. Squeezing my clit between thumb and finger. Your tongue gliding in and out of my mouth. You then lift me so that my legs are wrapped around you, and slowly grind your maleness against my hot twat. I am moaning loudly, my head is spinning out of control. I wish I could have you, but I know that I cannot. But oh how my body is coming alive... 

Your mouth devouring mine, my legs still wrapped around your waist, you carry me behind the stonewall to a secluded cove, where you lay me upon the soft grass. Again I panic, as I feel your solid cock begging for entrance into my pussy. I shove you away with all of my might and begin to crawl away. You quickly shake away the surprise, grab my hips in a tight vise, and then lay upon my back, your thick, heavy cock lying within the crack of my ass. You lift me up onto all fours and begin tongue-fucking my pussy, and then licking and sucking my asshole so that it gets wet with cum and saliva. You then dive a very thick 11" monster deep into my virgin cum- and spit-lubed ass, with me down on my knees. I am bucking beneath you like a wild stallion. You reach under to stroke and finger my clit as you continue to pound away your lust, and revenge. 

-The debt of your uncle's actions will never cease existence. For it causes far too great of pain for you. He will be punished for the rest of his life for the hell that he has put his nephew through during his younger years. His cock inside your ass His mouth on your cock His tongue in your mouth. Your mouth on his cock… And if that means fucking his 22 year old goddaughter every chance he gets, then so be it. But damn! Why does she have to be so beautiful...and taste so good?! A man could fall in love with her if he wasn't careful. - 

The other hand is squeezing my hanging breasts, and rolling my nipples, alternating back and forth between each breast. You flip me over. Your tongue is quickly forced into my mouth, keeping me from screaming as you force two, three, then four fingers deep inside my pussy. Soon your whole fist is inside of me. It hurts so badly, I can see stars in the day, but then, the pleasure that I feel is so much greater, so powerful that I feel ready to explode. I want your fist to continue its assault on my pussy. Yet, as I continue to think of the danger that doing this wrong deed could put us both into, I beg you to stop, as my hands are pinned above my head with your right hand. With your left, you hold my legs back as you again thrust long, deep, hard strokes into my noisy vagina. Your mouth greedily devouring my nipples, Suckling, tasting, twirling, nipping, your dick fucking, and twitching. You swallow my screams with more of your slick kisses. Forcing your hot, velvet tongue deep into my soft, sweet, innocent mouth. One hand fondling my erect nipples, the other frigging my ass...



Punishment



Simone caught his gaze. "I don't get it."

Brian looked contrite. "I am sorry."

"Fuck." Her thundercloud brows. Forest fire eyes.

Simone continued in a controlled and deadly voice, "I do not understand."

"I don't understand either," Brian replied. "I got wrapped up in a lousy program." Simone entered the kitchen. Brian followed her.

"Doing what exactly?" She put her weight on a counter's edge. 

Brian took a breath. He rifled through his memory. "I deleted the pointer to the data transfer class couple of lines later." Here a pause for mental breath. "So I could access a size for an memory allocation in a display class. Jerkin' off in effect. By the time I woke up, the garage had closed." 

"So your goddam heap was more important than my transportation." Simone pushed off from the counter.

"NO!!!!" Now, it was Brian's turn for the controlled tone. "Look, I made a mistake. I should have put 'Call about Simone's car.' on the scheduler. But... but I was too damm stupid. I fucked up."

"OK." The forest fire raged. "How am I supposed to get to work?"

"I'll drive you."

"You'll be late."

"I'll skip lunch."

Simone poured two cups of coffee. "I'll make you something to eat at your desk."

"Thank you."

"I don't see how you could be so... negligent."

After a pause, Brian spoke. He had a quiet, resigned and hesitant voice. "I'm afraid to ask this. These words are a quote from S&M porn. But I'll ask anyway. I'll ask because I need it: Will you forgive me?"

Simone handed Brian a full and steaming cup. "I suppose."

Simone motioned Brian to take a seat on the couch. To sit across from her. Brian looked at her.

Simone retired to the corner with the cushions. With the cushions and the plant. A forever-dieing plant named Herr Franco.

Simone tucked her knees up. She put her chin upon her knees. And her arms around her knees. She rocked back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth and back.

Once, long ago, Brian had christened this particular position 'a fetal position for acrobats'. But today he said nothing.

Simone turned away from Brian. Her eyes flashed away from him. Her arms and legs were smooth and soft. Her smell filled Brian's mind.

After a few minutes, Simone noticed Brian.

"I forgive you. And I'm not mad any more - well I'll stop pretty soon. But I need you to know that what you did was the reverse of a session." Simone took a coffee sip. Brian simply waited. "During a session, I maybe have you call me your goddess because I fell like your goddess. That's the way I feel."

She smiled a little here. "And it is all your fault. You suffer for me. You sacrifice for me. The man I love - I love and adore - will do anything, anything, ANYTHING for me. I wish I could explain it. I feel like one of those speechless spacewoman. The woman who say, 'Its real pretty up here. ' But it is. It really is. Its the best thing in my life."

Brian said, "Thank you."

"Don't say anything more."

Simone pointed down. "Kneel close to me."

Brian obeyed Simone.

Simone put her hand out. She ruffled Brian's hair.

"But when you said, 'I forgot about your car.' Brian, I felt like dirt."

Simone sipped another sip. "Its not really about the car. I don't give a shit about a couple of tons of archaic... engineering. Pseudo- engineering. Transportation is an issue, but not that big an issue. If I can't get to work, I might even keep breathing."

Brian began to say something. His owner cut him off. 

"SHUT IT."

Simone's expression hardened. Her tone was angry. Short. Abrupt.

"You made me feel like dirt. Like a piece of... nothing. Like I do not count. Like you do not care." Simone looked away. Then she noticed motion out of corner of her eye.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS AT YOUR SIDE. Let it run down your face."

Simone uncoiled. She leaned forward over Brian. She grabbed him by the hair. Simone forced Brian to look up at her. She locked her gaze on his gaze.

Then Simone said - a small and broken voice - "You hurt me, Brian."

Then she pushed him over. She pushed Brian on his back. Without much ado, Simone climbed atop her slave. She put her weight on Brian. Put her weight on him.

Then she tucked her hair back - back behind her ears. She had him trapped. There would be no escape. No escape for Brian. Simone licked away his tears.



Punishment



I woke up and stretched loving the feel of silk against my naked skin. My eyes still closed I could feel the sun on my eyelids. I knew Master was gone; His warmth no longer surrounded me. Last night was the first night He had allowed me to share His bed for the whole night. Usually I slept on the soft carpet at the foot of His bed. But last night He had said that I was doing so well in my training that as a special treat I would be allowed to share His bed. The smile was still firmly in place as I rose from that bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I took off the golden collar that enclosed my neck before stepping into the shower. Master had left no special instructions so I took a quick shower and shaved making sure there was no hair on my body just like Master liked it. Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dried my skin and stood in front of the full length mirror. I turned my petite frame to either side, enjoying the sight of several bruises on my hips. They were in the shape of Master’s fingers. They filled me with warmth. My small breasts had teeth marks on them. Just seeing them made my pussy throb with need. I quickly combed out my waist length light brown hair before pulling it up into a pony-tail. I placed my collar back around my neck and stepped back into the bedroom naked. Master forbade me from wearing clothing indoors.

I quickly made the bed and picked up several items from the floor. Looking around sure that the room was sufficiently clean, I made my way out to do the rest of the chores. I always enjoyed the mindlessness of housework so keeping the house in order and clean for Master wasn’t a hard thing to do. I was almost finished with the vacuuming when the phone began to ring. I turned off the vacuum and waited for the machine to answer. I wasn’t allowed to answer the phone when Master was gone. Master’s voice filled the room

“Darling, I hope you had a nice slumber after I left. I’m just calling to tell you that I’m going to be late tonight. So don’t wait up for me. And slave, go ahead and sleep on the bed, I found that I enjoyed having you close at hand.”

Master’s voice faded. I felt sad with the knowledge that we would share dinner. Master and I had the most interesting conversations during dinner. He liked the fact that I was well-educated and able to converse on a number of different subjects. I finished vacuuming ad checked the clock. I was only eleven; I had a long day ahead of me. After walking around the house for several minutes, I decided to go to the store. I needed shampoo and conditioner. I slipped into a short sundress; Master didn’t like me to wear pants, and left the house. I would go to the store and be back. Master would never even have to know.

I got to the store and quickly got the supplies that I needed and made my way back home. I had been gone for less than an hour. When I pulled the car into the garage I noticed that Master’s car was parked inside. My blood went cold. He couldn’t be home. He had called. I left the bag on the passenger side of the car and got out. Walking slowly to the front door, my eyes kept darting to the black car in the garage. The closer I got to the front door the more my stomach contracted in fear. I breathing sounded ragged to my own ears. I quietly opened the door and walked in.

The entranceway was empty. I walked toward the stairs, hoping that Master had simply dropped off his car and left with someone else without entering the house. I had one foot on the bottom stair when Master’s voice called out from the kitchen.

“Slave, come in here.”

He didn’t sound mad, I told myself as I walked into the kitchen. Master was sitting at the table, his computer open. He was obviously working. I moved to the side of the table my hands tightly fisted to keep them from shaking, my head bowed. 

“Yes, Sir?”

“Where have you been?”

“I had to go to the store, Sir. I needed shampoo.” I quickly explained.

“Did you ask permission, slave?”

I licked my lips slowly; my mouth had gone dry. “No, Sir.”

Master finally looked up from his computer. His brown eyes had darkened until they were almost black. “That’s right. You didn’t. And if that was not enough, you present yourself to me wearing clothing.”

“I’m sorry, Master. But you called and I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” I tried to explain.

“Shut up, slave. I didn’t ask you for excuses.”

“My apologies, Sir.”

“Go to the room. Take off that horrendous dress, and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled as I left the room.

I went upstairs and did what I was told. I was so cold that goose bumps covered my skin. The fear was eating away at me. Since I had met Master I had never disobeyed him. I knew he would punish me, but I had no idea in what way. The fear of the unknown was paralyzing. I waited in the center of the room naked for over an hour before Master walked into the room. I didn’t dare look up at him.

I felt Master walk around me, and then felt his warmth at my back. He ran his fingertips over the smooth skin of my back. I shivered in reaction. He moved his fingertips down to my waist, caressing the small of my back. He moved closer until his body was pressed against mine. His hands were moving around my waist, touching me only with his fingertips. His fingers moved over my flat stomach. I drew in a breath and exhaled slowly as He continued His exploration of my skin. He moved his fingers up to my neck then down to my breasts. He circled my nipples before letting his fingertips move across them. I moaned softly. I stood there as Master touched every part of my body with his fingertips. He traced the wet lips of my pussy, my legs, my face. He still had not spoken.

My eyes were closed and my whole body was one raw nerve wonder where his fingers would touch next when he stepped away from me. I stumbled slightly, my breathing was harsh, and my body trembled. Master walked around me not touching, just looking. My pale skin felt flushed; I knew I was blushing. Master put a finger under my chin and raised my head until I met his eyes.

“You disappointed me today,” Master spoke softly.

“Yes, Sir. I apologize.”

Master nodded, “I know you’re sorry, and of course I accept your apology. But slave, I still have to punish you. Don’t you agree?”

I nodded as much as his fingers under my chin allowed me to.

“Good, we’re in complete agreement.”

He dropped my chin then moved away. I lost sight of him as he moved through the room. When he was once more before me he clipped a leash to my collar.

“Come,” he commanded and led me out of the room.

I followed behind him as we walked up the stairs to the attic. The attic had high ceilings and stretched the whole length and width of the house. In the middle of the room was a hook hanging from the ceiling. There were several whips lining one wall and a large trunk pushed up against it. Master led me to the center of the room facing the only window. I could hear Master moving around the room as I stared out the window. The sun was high in the sky and the sky was a blinding blue. I only saw the tops of houses from the window. The rest was green from the large tress that adorned the yards of some of the neighbors.

Master finally came back into view. He grabbed my arms and handcuffed my wrists. He then pulled them up and looped them through the hook. I had to stand on tiptoes in order for the cuffs to reach the hook. I stood there completely vulnerable; my body trembled slightly. I swallowed visibly. Master stood in front of me looking at my body. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down on it before licking it. The nipple instantly hardened. He did the same to the other. When both nipples were hard he quickly clamped them. I gasped as the clamp was tightened around my nipples. Master smiled at the sound.

Master disappeared from view once more. I was taking deep breaths willing my body to get used to the pain at my nipples. I felt Master at my back once more. He began to place small kisses at my shoulders and neck. He licked the side of my face before moving in front of me. In his hands he held a small leather whip. It was only about three feet long; he held the handle tightly in his fist. He caressed my face with the whip slowly moving it down my body, bumping it against the clamps, making pain shoot up from my nipples, down my stomach. He caressed my hairless pussy with it before turning it so the handle entered my wet pussy. He fucked me with the handle of the whip until my eyes were glazed and breathing sound heavy. He took the whip out of my pussy and held it to my lips.

“Open, slave,” he commanded in a whisper.

I opened my mouth slightly; he placed the handle of the whip on my tongue. Closing my mouth around it, I licked it clean. I tasted leather and myself.

“Good.” He murmured taking the whip out of my mouth. “I’m going to whip you now. Be a good girl and try not to scream. Understand?”

I nodded closing my eyes. He moved behind me. I stood there on my tip toes waiting for him, my skin was damp with sweat, my pussy ached to be fucked, and my back was arched in anticipation of the pain to come. I heard the whistle of the whip as it came down to the right of my shoulder. My breathing became shallow. My body trembled. Master chuckled behind me. I heard the whip again only a second before I felt the sting of it on my back. I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out; tears ran down my cheeks. My knees collapsed from under me; making me drop from the tips of my toes, my shoulder felt as though they were being ripped from their sockets. My back felt as though boiling water had been poured over it. I was given an opportunity to get used to the pain or to go back onto my toes before the second lash of the whip hit me. My bottom lip began bleeding as I bit down on it. Gasps escaped from my closed lips as I started crying in earnest. Master whipped my back ten times in total before he stopped.

I was hanging limply from the hook when he finally finished. My shoulder stretched painfully, but my legs refused to support me. Master walked in front of me, dried the tears from my cheek, and kissed my lips gently.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said against my mouth. “But you need to learn. You do understand why I had to punish you, right?”

I nodded weakly. Master smiled, moving his hands to the clamps and releasing them. I moaned softly as blood rushed to my nipples. Master placed his hands over my breasts, caressing them gently. He moved his hands down to my pussy; I was dripping wet. His mouth was still on mine; his tongue inside my mouth exploring the depths of it. He undid his pants and released his cock; he put his hands on my hips and lifted me up until my pussy was right above his hard cock. Master moved me down onto his cock thrusting deep into me harshly. He moved my body up and down on his cock; his hands bruising my hips once more. I felt my pussy grip his cock tightly. The room echoed with my moans and his grunts as he continued to fuck my pussy savagely.

With a final thrust into my pussy, I felt my Master’s cum shoot inside me; the feel of him inside me was enough for my own climax. Shuddering, I leaned my head down to his shoulder. Master held me in his arms for several minutes; his cock still deep inside me. He then placed me back on the floor, righted himself, and walked out of the room. My hands were still cuffed and looped through the hook. I spent the night like that. Master thought it fit punishment for my disobedience.



Punishment



Her lover had been so naughty lately. Even though, she knew it wasn't really his fault, he had been spending way to much time away from her. He knew when he didn't spend time with her how horny and mischievous she got. When she had too much time on her hands she would think of ways to get even for his lapse of attention to her needs and he knew she was a very needy lady.

He had a business trip planned today that he could not postpone, even knowing he was going to be "in for it" when he finally got back home that evening. He could see the determination in her eyes as he quickly kissed her soft lips before reluctantly pulling away and heading for the door. 

"I promise to hurry home as fast as I can and will spend the whole evening with you doing anything you want," he promised as he stopped at the door and kissed her again. 

This time the kiss they shared was lingering and his tongue played a teasing game with hers in a promise of things to come. He playfully cupped her generous buttocks and pulled her into him, letting her know by his hardness that he still desired her and didn't really want to tend to anything but her. She offered him her full wet mouth and melted into his arms. She could feel herself getting wet and knew it was going to be a tuff day alone. He finally extricated himself from her clinging arms and dashed out the door before she could persuade him to stay and play instead of doing what he had to do that day. 

She leaned against the door frame, as she was still feeling a bit weak in the knees from the heated kiss they had just shared and watched him run down the walk to the car. She had always admired his sexy ass, his nice muscular legs, and his broad chest, but seeing his butt cheeks bounce a bit as he was leaving her triggered an idea for her revenge. 

She waved and called out to him as he was backing out of the driveway. "See you tonight, hon and remember your promise, of anything I want." 

He seemed to have an aversion to normal mundane sex, so she took this in to account when she started to plan her revenge for his neglect of her in the past week. She quickly decided this was going to be a night of butts, no buts about it! She closed the door, chuckling to herself and started making preparations for their promised evening together.

She decided to have everything ready when he got home, including herself. After getting everything ready in the bedroom for later, she puttered around the house some, doing a few chores and day to day housework. It was past lunch time before she realized it. After eating a sandwich and enjoying a diet Pepsi, she had a smoke break before heading off to get herself ready. In the master bath she turned on a radio station that played oldies and lighted a few scented candles to set the mood. She got her bath water run, extremely hot the way she liked it, and added rose scented bath salts, bubbles, and baby oil to the mix. Once her bath water was ready and steaming, she got her medium sized butt plug out of her toy bag and her enema bag from under the sink. 

After laying a towel on the floor along with her plug she filled the bag with very warm water and hung it on the hook on the wall and allowed the tubing and nozzle to lay on the towel in readiness. She decided on her smallest vibrator and quickly got it from her toy bag along with some KY jelly and tossed them on her towel, too.

She stripped off her clothes and lay down on the towel, turning on her left side, and drawing up her right leg, allowed her to reach back and put a dollop of KY on her tight anal ring. She pushed her finger in and out a few times, trying to loosen up the muscle before taking the nozzle of her enema bag and shoving the lubricated tip deep into her bowels. She could feel herself stretch a bit to accommodate the ½ x 8 inch long apparatus. She eased it in and out a few times, enjoying the feel as it grazed her anal muscles. 

Reaching over and up, she clicked the release clip and felt the warm water start to rush into her bowels. This felt ever so good and she just lay there enjoying the sensation, rubbing her belly with one hand to keep from getting cramps. It didn't take but a few minutes before the bag was empty and she eased the nozzle out, replacing it quickly with the lubricated butt plug. This would keep the liquid from releasing before she was ready and help stretch her anal ring a bit more in preparation for tonight. 

She turned onto her back and opened her legs wide, placing her feet flat on the towel near her hips. The 4"x 1" tapered butt plug and the water in her bowels were making her feel pleasantly full. She took a finger and reached down to her dripping wet pussy and slid it up and down her puffy lips, then rubbing her engorged clit, sending a jolt of desire rippling through her body. Her stomach was rumbling a bit as the water in her bowels was really starting to work, so she took the vibrator and eased it between her lips, entering her vaginal walls, and stroked it in and out a few times. 

Her bodily fluids quickly lubricated it and now it would be plenty wet enough to do the job at hand. She alternated sliding it into her sucking pussy and then letting it vibrate a few seconds on her clit. It took only about 3 times before her insides started to heat to the boiling point. Her orgasm sent waves of heat rushing out to her extremities and then chill bumps back washed across her shoulders. Her vaginal walls were clutching for something to hold onto and her anal muscles were clamping down on the butt plug. Her face flushed and her labia and clitoris turned a bright red from the blood rushing to that sensitive and stimulated area. She lay there in the after glow of her orgasm for a couple of minutes, catching her breath and letting her heart beat slow. 

She made sure the butt plug was seated firmly before rising and sitting on the toilet. She pulled the plug out and expelled her bowels and liquids, till there was nothing left. She wiped herself carefully before getting into the still steaming tub and just lay back and enjoyed the heat relaxing her further.

When the water got a bit cooler, she shaved her underarms, and her legs. She stood up and turned the shower jets on and washed and conditioned her hair before finally getting out and wrapping her head and body in big fluffy towels. She was singing along with a song on the radio as she combed her hair and applied scented lotion to her body. After drying her hair, she quickly cleaned up the mess in their bathroom and went to her drawer to find something provocative to wear. 

She decided to generously lubricate and re-insert the butt plug to help keep her stretched for later. She finally decided on a pair of thong panties made of black shear material and a push up black lace bra. Glancing in the mirror she noted her 38C breasts nicely rounded and almost pouring out of the bra and her white ass cheeks contrasting with the black panties. Putting on a blue silk robe to cover herself modestly she went to put the finishing touches on the dinner she had put in the crock pot earlier that day.

She knew it was almost time for him to return so after setting the table and lighting the candles she quickly dried and styled her hair and added a few spritzes of Navy perfume to her body. Dashing back to the kitchen she set the crock pot full of roast beef, onions, potatoes, and carrots on the table along with a salad. She barely had time to get it all set when she heard the car pull up in the drive way and went to the door to greet him. 

He could see her standing there at the door as he walked up the walk and smiled brightly to see how fresh and pretty she looked. He quickly gathered her into his arms and smothered her in a big hug and passion filled kiss. 

His cock instantly got hard when she whispered to him, "Dinner is ready, and your punishment for ignoring me all week is going to be my dessert." 

"Oh, is that so," he quickly responded before nuzzling her neck and nibbling on her ear lobe. 

Scrunching up her neck, she giggled before breaking away saying in a teasing tone, "Oh yes, you are the dessert I have been planning on and craving all week and I might as well punish you while I take what I want from you." 

He was thoughtful as he followed her to the dining table, wondering what she had in store for him. So far his sexy lady hadn't failed to keep him on his toes and very satisfied in bed, but he was a bit uneasy about that funny sparkle in her eyes. Something told him he might be in for more then he bargained for tonight. He had to adjust himself before sitting down. His cock was still hard, and just trying to figure out what the evening would unfold was keeping him aroused.

He noticed her smiling as he wriggled around trying to get comfortable and realized she was enjoying his discomfort. 

He smiled back at her trying to seem normal and complimented her on the nice dinner she had prepared, "Everything looks and smells great, sweetheart."

She just smiled even more. "Go ahead, hon, and eat your meal, you are going to need all the strength you can muster for your punishment later."

Knowing there was no use in trying to ask what she had planned or trying to change those plans, after he had promised the evening was hers to spend as she wished. He never went back on a promise if it could be helped, so he decided to take her advice, filled his plate, and started to eat his dinner. She joined in and they quickly washed down their meal with iced tea and light banter about what had transpired on his business trip that day. She was the first to finish and lay down her fork. He noticed the gleam in her eyes and stalled through another small helping of roast beef that he didn't really want. 

"It's no use stalling, "she laughed, "you are not going to get out of what I have planned for you tonight." 

He finally pushed his plate back and she could see the light bulb go off in his mind. "Hey wait, don't I get any dessert?"

She quickly responded, "Nope, you have been bad by neglecting me all week long while you have been working and bad boys get punished and do not get dessert."

Shrugging and smiling sheepishly he got up from the table. "Oh well, I had to give it a shot."

She put her hand on her hip in a mock stern voice and told him, "Go to our room and get out of your clothes, I want you naked and on your face in the middle of the bed when I get in there. You have exactly 20 minutes before I finish clearing off the table and doing the dishes and then I will be in there to administer your punishment." She didn't even wait for a response but turned to take the plates off the table. 

Oh shit he thought, what the hell has she got in mind? His mind started gong 90 miles per hour wondering what she wanted him on his stomach for. Surely she wasn't going to treat him like a kid and spank him. He had smacked her ass in the throes of passion before, but not as a punishment. The thought kind of excited him and he had to shift and jiggle his hardening cock again before he could manage to walk to the bedroom. He glanced at the clock and decided he had time for a quick shower. Not wanting to be late for his punishment, he stripped and jumped in the shower in record time. 

Getting out of the shower, he brushed his dark hair, brushed his teeth, took a quick leak, and splashed on a bit of cologne. He glanced at the clock again and realized he was still going to have 5 minutes to spare before she would be in there expecting her pound of flesh for his misdeeds. He was still a bit damp from the shower but decided to lay out on the bed anyhow and let the ceiling fan, over the bed, finish drying him off. He had passed thru the bedroom so quickly on the way to the bathroom that he hadn't noticed the things she had evidently done that day while he was gone.

He stopped cold when he saw the restraints attached to the foot and head boards and the items layed out on the bedside table. His eyes got bigger when he saw the small and medium sized vibrators, KY jelly and oils all lined up. He could feel his stomach start to flutter and his heart race almost out of his skin. It raced through his mind to go back on his word and tackle her first thing when she came in the room, but he admonished himself for even thinking that. Resigning himself to what ever fate she had in store for him, he lay down across the bed on his belly and tried to relax, but all kinds of naughty thoughts kept him from total relaxation. 

He was still wondering what she had in store for his punishment when she walked in the room and started lighting more candles. After she had about 8 lit, she walked over to the bed and asked him ever so silkily, "Are you ready for your punishment, darling?"

He had his head turned and had watched her movements around the room, so was ready when she asked him, and nodded and quickly said, "As ready as I am going to get, I guess."

She smiled that wicked grin of hers and quipped, "No, sweetie, not quite," as she took a pillow off the head of the bed and told him, "slide this under his belly to make it will be more comfortable for you." She giggled a bit to see his eyes widen at the veiled threat in her words. 

He did as she instructed him. "Are you sure about this," he almost whined.

"Oh yes, very sure, now stretch out your arms and let me attach these scarves to keep your hands from interfering with what you have coming to you."

It took a few minutes for her to secure his arms amid his protests and slow compliance. "You know you don't have to tie me up, don't you?"

"Yes, dear, but I want to, just in case," she quietly yet firmly explained as if to a child. 

He was bursting with curiosity and finally asked, "What are you going to do to me that you think I have to be restrained?"

She didn't answer right away but told him as she moved to the foot of the bed, "Now your feet dear," and proceeded to tie each ankle to the foot board. He was now on his belly, arms and legs stretched out and restrained and his midsection was propped up on a pillow. His head twisted and turned trying to see every move she made. 

She stood back and admired her handy work, and noted how lovely his ass looked and how his balls and cock kind of dangled off the edge if the pillow and how she could see his tight brown hole peeking at her through his butt cheeks as he twisted and turned. 

"OK, OK, let's get this show on the road," he mumbled, "the suspense is killing me." "Now that you have me all trussed up like the proverbial sacrifice, what have you got planned for me?"

He strained to watch her every move as she walked over to the bed and reached down and stroked his ass with feather soft fingers. She laughed to see him craning his neck around to see her and wiggling around at her least touch. "Don't you worry, lover, I am going to warm that nice ass of yours up in no time."

"Christ," he muttered, "I haven't been ass whipped since I was a kid." 

She busted out laughing and then asked him contritely, "Who said anything about an ass whipping?" Her laughter bubbled over again as he butt cheeks immediately tightened and tensed.

"OH NO YOU DON'T, " he almost sputtered.

Still laughing she walked around to the head of the bed and slipped a dark scarf around his head and tying it in back, very effectively blindfolding him. 

"Hey now," he yelled, "this isn't fair!," and proceeded to try to dislodge his blindfold, but to no avail. 

"Come on honey," he tried cajoling her, "Let me up now, this has gone on far enough. I promise not to ignore your needs any more."

She almost felt sorry for him but then decided to let him suffer a few minutes more, remembering how lonely and horny she had felt while he was off tending to everything and everyone but her. 

She smacked his butt cheek with her open palm, causing him to jerk in surprise. "Now stop it, you promised, are you saying you are going to break your promise to me," she asked.

"Well, ahhhhhh, not exactly, but…"

"NO, buts about it, Mr. I always keep my promises," she mimicked. "Are you going back on your word, Yes or No?"

"Well, not exactly, but…"

As soon as he said 'but', she let him have another smart smack on his other butt cheek, "It is very simple," she said, "Yes or No, which is it going to be?"

"Damn woman, No, I am not going back on my word, but remember pay back is a bitch!"

"Good, then I can get on with warming your ass up."

He sighed and mentally and physically resigned himself to whatever she decided to give him as his punishment. Being in the dark, so to speak, really made it difficult for him to cope with what that might be, though. He lay real quiet and tried to discern what she was doing by the sounds she was making, daring not to think of his vulnerable ass and the 2 vibrators he had seen on the bedside table. He tensed up again just thinking about it, but tried to relax again, knowing it would be even more painful if he was tense. 

She watched his body tense and relax, tense and relax as she got the bottle if cinnamon oil ready. It was kind of exciting knowing she had the power and permission to do what her heart desired to him at this moment and also knowing the only thing in her heart was to give him pleasure. She smiled wickedly to herself knowing he didn't know what was in her heart right now, though. 

Pouring the cinnamon oil in her hands and keeping the bottle within reach, she rubbed it onto his butt cheeks, massaging gently at first, and then a deeper, harder massage. She let her fingers splay out and her thumbs would run up the crack of his ass, opening his cheeks a bit more with each up stroke. 

He could smell the cinnamon oil wafting through the air as she massaged his back side. This odor was gradually mixing in with the scented candles, but the perfume and scented lotion on her body was noticeable when she got closer to him. He could hear a bit of rustling and guessed she had slipped off her robe to avoid getting oils on it, but soon she continued to massage him. He was starting to relax when her fingers got a bit close to his forbidden hole and he could feel the cool air on it as her thumbs eased apart his cheeks during the massaging strokes. This felt really good, but his ass was not supposed to be probed and prodded, and certainly Not with a vibrator, he thought to himself.

It hurt when the doctor shoved a finger up his ass during exams. He figured if a finger hurt like hell, then a vibrator, even the smaller one would probably rip him open. Next he felt one of her thumbs graze his tight ring, and he gasped but tried not to jerk or move, hoping it was an accident and she would just keep on massaging. The butt massage felt really good, he thought, but he wasn't sure about going any further. 

Mentally shrugging, he knew there was no way he could stop her if that was what she had in mind, short of yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear and call the cops, but no way would he want the cops breaking in and finding him like this. He figured he would rather hemorrhage to death from having his asshole ripped out then to have anyone see him in this predicament. 

She was teasing and tormenting him and loving every minute if it. She was deliberately getting closer and closer to his precious asshole, knowing how funny he was about it. She knew if he would let her, she could bring him such pleasure. She spread a bit of oil on his thighs and massaged them, then ran her hands all the way up, cupping his cheeks one time, then on the next run would let her thumbs push between his oily butt crack, letting them slide across his sensitive hole. She continued this for about 5 minutes, letting him get used to the slight invasion. 

She next added oil to calves and started to massage them, working on the tight muscles. Finally his feet were oiled and massaged from toes to heal and back. She paid attention to each toe, massaging them firmly, and kneaded his insole and heal. Taking her time she started making her long run, again, this time starting at the foot and running her hand up to caress his butt cheeks on the first go round, and thumbing his crack on the second. 




Punishment



He was really enjoying this massage and was softly sighing and moaning at the pleasure she was bringing him. He had almost forgotten about his asshole being invaded. Even when her thumbs grazed across it, it actually felt good to him now. He was so relaxed and comfortable that at first he didn't realize that on the last pass, her thumb had lingered a bit and actually pushed into him a bit. It happened so fast and her hands were down at his feet now, so he almost thought it was his imagination, but his tight muscle ring felt almost tingly where she had eased it open some. 

She was working on his feet, and calves again, but wondered if he even noticed her thumb sneaking into his anal ring for a second. It was encouraging that he hadn't tensed up or let out a yell, so she figured she could get by with it again. She started her runs again, just massaging, but on the third pass, she let her thumb invade his asshole up to the first joint before withdrawing it and sliding her hands back to a lower area. 

She noted that the ring was not as tight as the first time and stretched nicely and her thumb slid in ever so smoothly. Applying lots more oil to his butt cheeks she decided to give it another go. Three times in a row she let her thumb slide in and out of his ring, feeling it loosen and close slower each time. The fourth time she slid her whole thumb inside of him and wiggled it around a bit. 

Oh God, he thought, that actually felt good. His cock started to harden for the first time since she started her anal assault, smacking his cheeks and berating him about whether he was going to break his promise or not. Holy shit, the doctor never made him feel like this. He felt a blush run across his body and hoped she didn't notice it. 

She noticed the rosy hue run across his body and smiled knowing he was not going to say a word, she wiggled her thumb around a bit more before taking it out and starting to massage some more. She chuckled to herself noting his cock starting to move around and getting hard. 

One last time she decided to invade his hole, this time taking her middle finger and pushing it in all the way, as she eased his cheek apart with her other hand. She enjoyed watching him stretch and hearing his moan as she slid it in and out a few times. 

Knowing he was more then ready, she started at his feet, first breathing on his sole and heal, and then licking the length of his foot. She watched him start to wiggle in protest, as the oil heated up. The oil was the kind that heated up when you breathe on it or it came on contact with moisture and she sucked each toe into her wet mouth, savoring his squirming. She then gave equal treatment to the other foot.

He couldn't help moaning as she licked and sucked his feet and toes. They felt like they were on fire every time her breath or mouth came in contact with his tender flesh. Then before he had time to regroup, there she was licking up his calf and back down again. The flames were getting higher, it seemed. It was so exquisitely erotic and torturous all at once. Then her lips and mouth moved to his other calf, leaving a trail of fire along it. He tried to muffle his moans of pleasure in case she thought he was in pain and stopped. 

Her tongue and lips were busy lapping up and down his calves, but soon they licked and kissed up his thighs. His pleasure was so intense, he was afraid to move for fear he screamed. He tried panting into the pillow and tried to concentrate on not making a fool of himself. He caught his breath and forgot to breathe as her tongue repeatedly darted across his butt cheeks lapping and kissing him wetly. 

He actually bit the pillow when her tongue slid up his crack and set his hole on fire. He gasped for air as her tongue actually invaded his hole, darting in and out like a streak of fire. Oh god oh god, he thought, the vixen had set his soul on fire. He would have screamed in ecstasy, but he couldn't think straight or draw enough oxygen into his lungs at this point to even moan, much less scream. 

She was steadily enjoying the scent and flavor of his flesh mingled with the cinnamon oil and had almost zone out, not paying attention to what or where she was going, only knowing she wanted more of him to sample. When she finally noticed what was going on around her, she realized she had crawled between his legs and was holding his butt cheeks open. Her tongue was savoring his tight hole, actually reaming it out good. She came back to earth and listened for his screams of protest but only heard his soft panting. Realizing she might have a convert after all, she decided not to press her luck this time. 

Glancing between his legs she noticed how hard his cock was, and how his balls had tightened up a bit. Chuckling she lay out across his back and whispered in his ear, '"If I untie you, will you be a good boy from now on?" 

"I am not finished with you yet, but I need you on your back to finish what I started," she purred in his ear.

He felt her weight on his back, her moist breath in his ear, and her nipples were almost as hot, poking him in the back, as the cinnamon oil had been. Mentally shaking himself and spitting the pillow out of his mouth, as calmly as he could, he cleared his throat, and would have promised her his soul if she had asked for it, but only said a weak, "Yes, I promise to be a good boy."

She quickly rolled off of him and started untying the arm restraints, she noted he just as quickly ripped the scarf off his eyes and smiled down at her as she moved to his feet, removing those restraints, too. 

He knew his eyes lit up when the full impact of what she was wearing registered on his feverish brain. Lordy, but she looked sexy, her breasts almost falling out of that lacey bra and her mons could be plainly viewed thru her wet sheer panties. Her butt cheeks shining white against the thong running between them. 

She was a vision to look at with her mouth all wet and oily, and her lips all puffy and full from all that licking and sucking she had been doing a few minutes ago. If his cock hadn't already been standing at full attention, the sight of her would have made it come alive in two seconds flat. He was in a quandary wondering what he wanted to do first, bury his face in her lovely dripping pussy or bury his cock in her tight pussy.

"Oh, no, you don't," she quickly said. 

Damn could she read his mind, he wondered, and tried to look as innocent as possible before hanging his head and muttering, "What?"

"I saw you eying my pussy and you can just forget it," she firmly stated, "at least for now," she finished smiling at me. 

"Oh, honey," he begged, "don't torture me any more, please." "I promised to be good," he cajoled, "just let me taste that nice hot pussy of yours, please."

He as almost in a panic wondering what he was going to do with his raging hard on if she wouldn't relent and let him get her in the mood by eating her pussy till she was weak enough to let him have at her hard and long. He wanted to fuck her brains out and was hornier then he ever remembered being. 

He was ready to beg some more, when she started taking off her bra and when she turned around, and bent at the waist, pulling her panties down in one swift motion he caught a glimpse of something lodged between her butt cheeks. "Oh My God, "he gasped, "is that what I think it is?"

She had let him fuck her in the ass a few times before but he hadn't asked her since the last time when she had requested he allow her the same privilege. He remembered watching her as his hard cock stretched her ass out and that thought was turning him on even more. He was almost afraid he might ruin it by ejaculating to quick in that tight hole. 

"Well what do you think it is," her question interrupted his thoughts. 

"A butt plug," he finally got out.

"Yup, you guessed it big boy," she laughingly answered, "and you get your dessert for being such a good boy and taking your punishment like a champ."

She watched as his face lit up in a huge smile. "I am all ready for you, inside and out," she added, "all you have to do is pull the plug and insert that huge cock of yours." "But," she added, "go slow, please."

He watched her walk over to the love seat they had in the room and realized she had pulled it away from the wall and her free standing mirror was angled just right so that she could see him mount and penetrate her.

She bent over it with her toes barely touching the floor and he knew he would have her at his mercy and off balance. "Well, are you going to sit there all night with that shit eating grin on your face or are you going to get your dessert," she asked.

He was caught day dreaming again, but quickly recovered and hurried over to her. "Oh, yeah, I want my dessert, baby."

He bent over and kissed her ass cheeks before pulling the butt plug gently out of her. She was at just the right level for him to penetrate her with ease. He watched as her anal muscles gapped a little after the plug slid out but he quickly touched the tip of his cock to it and pushed a bit. It was obvious that she had already put plenty of KY jelly in her hole and it was stretched a bit by having had the plug in there, but he was surprised as the head of his cock met a little resistance and then popped beyond that tight ring easier then he had ever expected from past times. 

He stopped for a full minute letting her get accustomed to the added stretching and smiled at her in the mirror as he pushed a bit more of his cock into her hot hole. It was still tight as hell and his cock was already throbbing with the way her ring was clasping and milking him. 

He was so busy watching her asshole stretch out and glancing up watching her face, that he almost missed her asking him, "More sweetheart, give me more." And she wriggled her butt to emphasize her request. He slowly added another inch of his length and wondered if she would be able to take all he wanted to give her this time.

He eased himself in a bit more before pulling out and quickly pushing back in deeper this time. He gave her a few shallow strokes to get her used to it and watched her face as he added yet another inch. He could hear her expel air but she didn't try to pull away, so he felt confident enough to add yet another inch. One more push and he would have it all the way in. He wanted to feel his shaft buried in her as deep as it would go and his balls hitting her thighs. 

She felt as full as could be, and stretched to the max, but she had prepared for this and was going to enjoy it to the end. She could see him push into her all the way and see the sweat pop out on his forehead as he strained to get it all in and not rush his climax. Reaching down she rubbed her clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. 

He couldn't stand much more of this, he needed release soon or he was going to faint from lack of oxygen to the brain. His whole being was centered on that tight hole and his raging hard cock, slowly pumping in and out. He just had to pump in and out faster. 

She could feel him fully in her now, his balls tickling the back of her legs, and the steady pressure inside of her. Then he started to go in and out faster. Little moans and expelled air burst out of her each time he drove into her all the way. Her hole was almost turning inside out each time he withdrew. It was like a tight grasping mouth trying to suck him back into her depths. Then he would plunge back into her, stretching her again. 

She would feel his cock start to throb and swell a bit more and see his balls tighten and draw closer and knew he was ready to explode deep in her bowels. She started rubbing her clit again and this time she went over the edge. She actually felt faint, the orgasm was so intense. Then his burst of hot sperm hit deep inside of her, and again, and again. She wondered if he would ever stop ejaculating. 

"Oh Jesussssssss," he roared and pumped one last time before he stopped and held himself buried in her tight hole. He could feel his orgasm washing over him, his cock pumping out his hot sperm, the blood rushing around, and down to his groin. His knees wanted to buckle so he lay across her back, still buried to the balls in her depths and let his breathing and heart rate slow.

He was kissing on her neck, nuzzling her ear; his breath was still a bit ragged. "Oh baby, that was the best ever. I loved fucking you in the ass and watching you watch me was so erotic."

She could feel his weight on her back, making it harder to catch her breath after so intense an episode and his cock was slowly shrinking in her ass. Her body was hot, flushed, and way sensitive everywhere. His sperm was oozing out of her, cooling, and running between her legs, almost like each little sperm was swimming down her crack and inner leg tickling her over sensitive body for spite. Not to mention what his mouth and lips were doing to her right now. Trying to breathe was becoming more difficult so she started wriggling a bit hoping he would take the hint. Talking was not an option at this moment; she needed air in her lungs to do that. 

"Oh, sorry baby," he said and pushed off of her back, "I guess I am a bit heavy, huh?"

She gasped a lungful of air as soon as he took his weight off of her. "Yeah, I was starting to see stars there for a second," she giggled. She looking in the mirror and saw his cock slide out of her and the white goo seep out of her gaping rectum. 

He glanced over to see what she was looking at in the mirror then down to the real thing. He could see her hole looking almost like a mouth; muscles still moving, constricting some, and expelling more of his offering, as it started to go back into shape. "Damn, baby, I really did a number on your asshole, huh?" "Did it hurt," he asked.

She could see the wonder and concern in his face and quickly let him off the hook, "No, hon, it felt great."

"It felt good when you let me massage your ass and stick my finger into it, didn't it," she asked. She held her breath waiting for him to answer and looked at his face for the emotions to show true. 

He hated to admit it, especially out loud, some things shouldn't have to be admitted he thought. But he was afraid if he didn't tell the truth, one of two things might not happen again. One, she might not stimulate him with her finger again, and two, she might not let him fuck her ass again. 

"Well, yeah, it did," he finally said, while hanging his head a bit so he wouldn't have to meet her eyes. 

She had finally gotten what she wanted and could feel her insides warming and fluttering in excitement. "Just remember, if you are bad, you will be punished, again." Giggling, she continued, "And next time, maybe it will be your ass that gets reamed out real good."



Punishment



I was leaned against the wall, one leg bent, smoking. Waiting was the worst part. I had seen you leave the bar a few minutes ago, and took a shortcut to get to where I knew you had to walk past. I reached down, feeling my cock pressed tight against my jeans. 

I saw you at the end of the alley, a few blocks in the distance. My cock got harder. I knew what I was going to give you, and what you deserved. I threw my cigarette to the ground, and twisted my boot on top of it. 

In between two buildings, my knife out in my hands. The darkness hid me from the view of most anyone. And I knew that with you half drunk, as I had seen you at the bar. You never noticed that I was there, that I had seen you dance with him and bat your eyelashes. A smirk spread across my face.

I heard your heels click, and I knew you were close. I rubbed my cock through my jeans one last time, and prepared myself. As you came into view in front of me, I quickly walked into the alley, right behind you. As you turned around, hearing the steps, the back of my hand caught your face and you stumbled back to the brick wall. I took a long look at you, dressed like a little slut lying there. My mind flashed in anger back to the bar. So many rules you had broken tonight, not thinking I was in the corner, watching it all.

I walked slowly over to you, your eyes were still not open. Afraid to look at what was happening? I laughed, grabbed your hair, and pulled you up to your knees. “Open your eyes and I fucking cut you. Make any noise, and I kill you.” Tears streamed down your face as you looked down at the dirty ground, shards of glass and cigarette butts around you.

I smiled at your position now. Earlier at the bar, you had been so confident, so flirty. Truth be told, it was fun to look at you in the bar and toy with ideas of punishment in my head.

And here you are, right in front of me. My knife went down to your throat, and I ran the blade lightly across. Not enough to cut, but enough to let you know it was there. You inhaled sharply at the sudden stimulation. I grabbed the back of your head, my knife digging slightly into the edge of your throat, and pulled you off your knees, shoving you face first into the brick. 

You struggled slightly at this point, the brick scraping across your face and the thin stream of blood down your neck. I ran my finger across the red river and spread it over my lips. I always did love the way you tasted. I shoved you harder into the wall with my chest, and kicked apart your legs with my boot.

I braced the blade across your neck and you made a tiny scream. “shut the fuck up.” I ordered you and not another sound was heard. I reached my hand around the front of you, pulling your hips and ass back into me, letting you feel my hardness. I backed up from you, and I know you could hear me as I unbuckled my belt and pulled it from its loops. 

I folded it over in my hand and pulled up your skirt. I raised my knife and roughly slit each side of your underwear, letting them fall uselessly to the ground between your spread legs. I pulled back my belt and lashed forward, striking your ass. I pulled back again and lashed out harder. And again and again, until I heard you gently sob, and looked down at your ass, now bright red and swelling in some spots.

I ran my hand down your hips and pulled you back closer to me once more. I ordered you to keep your hands on the wall. Kicking your legs apart, I bent you over. I reached my hand down to your cunt and found you soaking wet and swollen. I pulled my cock out of my fly and placed it at your entrance, rubbing slightly back in forth, teasing you. “Little whores get what they deserve” I reminded you, as I roughly slammed my entire length inside of you.

You gasped and I pushed your face back into the wall, reminding you to be quiet. I placed the knife back around your neck as a more blatant reminder. I pulled back until my dick was almost completely out of you. Slamming in and out of you again, bringing my free hand down to slap your already sore ass. My slow hard strokes soon became so fast that I couldn’t think. I sank my teeth into the back of your neck and across your shoulders again and again as I used your cunt.

I felt myself tighten up and I pulled out just in time to grab my cock and cum all over your ass and the back of your shirt, some leaking down your legs and onto the ground. I grabbed you and threw you to the ground, facing me. For the first time, you looked up at me as I grabbed my softening cock and tucked it back into my jeans. Belt and knife in one hand, I lit up a cigarette and took one last look at you, on the pavement, covered in dried blood and cum.

“You should know that I always find out, and I always punish,” I snarled at you. 

“yes Sir,” you murmured back, weakly.

“You should know the rules better by now.” I said coldly, taking another drag and spitting at the ground next to you. I walked down the alley, and back into the night.



Punishment



Hello Sir,

A story for you: 

I found the key right where you said it would be. I let myself into the hotel room, and put the key back. I hurried so that I could be ready as you specified.

I undressed, folding my clothes carefully. I put on a black leather collar, two black leather bracelets, and black leather anklets, all with rings on them. I tightened the corset as tight as I could, pushing my large breasts up, exposing them. I pulled on the thigh high black stockings and the high heeled shoes, and the garter belt. I knelt in the middle of the room, with my head back pushing my breasts out further. My legs were as spread apart as I could get them. In front of me on the floor, I had neatly laid out a crop, a small belt, nipple clamps, I large dildo with nubs and a butt plug, as well as a blindfold, and various other clamps, and some candles and a bowl of ice. 

I waited, not moving an inch. Finally, I hear the door open.

"Good. You have obeyed me. That will make your punishment less severe."

You tell me to get on all fours, and I obey. You attach the nipple clamps to me, along with some weights. You sit in front of my and get out your hard cock. I wrap my mouth around the head of it, and suck it and flick my tongue on it. Then, I lean down and take all of it in my mouth, moving back and forth, until you pull hard on my weights and explode in my mouth. 

You instruct me to continue kneeling in that position. I hear you sliding off your belt. "I don't want to hear a sound out of your mouth. If I do, you will earn another punishment."

I hear the belt swish through the air, and then the loud pop as it connected to my ass. After the fifth one, I whimpered, hoping you wouldn't hear. After ten I felt you rub my hot red ass. As you shoved a couple of fingers in my pussy I heard you say, "I heard that. You have earned yourself another punishment."

You pushed the dildo and butt plug in. You put a belt around my waist and a rope through the belt sliding it in my slit and crack pressing hard against my clit to hold them in. You told me to stand up. You hooked my hands together and attached them above my head, so I had to stand on my toes. You hooked my collar to something so that my head was pulled back, pushing out my breasts even further. You took off the nipple clamps, but attached some to my pussy lips. And then you blindfolded me. 

I felt the crack of your hand as you slapped by left breast, making it bounce. Over and over you slapped my breasts with your open hand until I lost count. My pussy was wet, my clit was throbbing, but I knew better than to cum without your permission. I loved having my breasts spanked. Then, you bound my breasts, not enough to cut off the circulation, but enough that I could feel them being squeezed. You picked up the crop, and without warning, began to spank my breasts with them, paying close attention to my nipples. Once more, just as I thought I was going to pass out from the pain and the pleasure, I moaned.

"You just don't learn, do you?" you ask.

After a few more hard cracks on my nipples, you let me down. You hold my head up and give me a glass of water to drink. You lead me over to the bed and fasten my hands to the sides of the headboard. You placed a gag in my mouth, telling me that you know my limits and you will not exceed them under any circumstance. You put my nipple clamps back on and tighten them, starting the vibrator for them.

You spread my legs and hook my ankles to my wrists, spreading me wide, and my ass and pussy in the air. You take out the dildo, and remove the pussy clamps. You pick up the small whip and whip the insides of my thighs and my pussy. Over and over you whip. It comes down on my clit, on my pussy, on my ass hole, until I am hot and red all over. My clit is tingling, my breasts are tingling and I want to cum so bad. But I will not.

You caress my shaven pussy, then push yourself inside of me. You attach a clit clamp which you flick while driving yourself into me. Slowly you push the butt plug back and forth in my ass. Suddenly you pull out, pull out the butt plug and slide into my ass, pumping me, twisting my clit. You warn me not to cum and explode inside of me.

You remove the gag and blindfold and kiss me on the mouth. We go into the shower that has a removable shower head and told me to lay back against the wall and spread my legs. You turn the shower on full blast and the shower head on the full stream. You spray my pussy and ass, shoving water inside of them, then turn it on my clit. You say, "You may now come, My Pet. You have earned it," and I explode as the water hits my clit.



Punishment 2015



Stephen

"It couldn't be... and yet for a brief moment I thought it was. The girl I had dreamed about...the girl that had figured in my every erotic fantasy.

At school she had been head girl; three years above me and probably a million light years away from ever looking my way. Head girls don't talk to lowly 5th. Graders, I wonder if in fact if they ever see them?

Not that I am not worthy of a look. Even though I would never say it through modesty, I am good looking although only five feet eight inches tall. I have a slim athletic body, good bone structure with brown eyes and straight thick dark brown hair. I think I was popular with the girl's because somehow they felt I was non-threatening and could be handled easily.

At school I always seemed to be the first choice when circumstance dictated that the girl did the asking... always first on the party list... first to be asked by the pretty and flirtatious faces of the girls in my year... "Come and sit with us"... "There's room here", "You going to the dance, Steve?" etc. I rarely refused an invitation and enjoyed my popularity, but the Holy Grail in the personage of Debbie Pearson... was always out of my reach.

It's been a year since I left school and started my accountancy training and she was still on my mind. Instantly recognizable! The same beautiful natural ash blonde hair, tied neatly back with a subtle tiny black bow. Her face, still as neatly featured as I had remembered, with those wonderful green eyes, the colour and the depth of the world's most exquisite emeralds. Her teeth the same perfect white, framed by the most exquisite lips. Her figure, slender and lithe, with wonderfully firm breasts, narrow waist and perfectly proportioned tanned legs that seem to go on forever. I remembered all this and yet I had seen her, or thought I had seen her, for a mere instance... just a glimpse as she was reflected many times before becoming a pale image in the heavy toughened glass of the security counter.

I felt the blood rush to my face. I wanted to flee, to run away... nearly an adult of nineteen years old... and I really wanted to run.

Surely it could not be! 

That she worked here? 

I shivered, feeling my cheeks burn and my throat constrict. I could not, simply could not, endure the shame if it were true. I collected my senses. Of course it was an illusion... a mere culmination of my trauma of the morning. Of course that was exactly what it was!

The court had been as bad as I had feared. I was spared nothing, nor I admit had I deserved to have been.

Driving with in excess of 20mg. of alcohol in breath.

Statute 20/92 of The Driving Code.

Made law on October 23 2015. 'Any person found in charge of a vehicle with...'

I had read the charge through many times as I sat in the waiting room. Basically since October, one bottle of beer would put an average weight man near the limit that he could legally drive a car. The new limit had been in operation for four days when I had been caught by the two female police officers in the police car. 

I could think of no mitigation to offer the court. Eventually I was called. The attractive female court official, her expression, neither condemning nor sympathetic, had ushered me into the courtroom. The three female district judges bade me stand up while the prosecuting lawyer read the charge. I watched her walk towards the middle of the court so that she could point to me and still face the panelled dais where the judges sat, their ornate wooden benches, hiding all but their heads and shoulders.

"Stephen Woodrow Ryder. You have been charged with driving with in excess of 20mg. of alcohol in breath. How do you plead?"

I had looked at the judges. The middle of the three, probably thirty five years old; her suit immaculately tailored, her hair swept back into a neat bun, looked at me questioningly as I stood before the court, shamefaced and trembling.

"Guilty, Ma'am"

The lady to her right, her black hair shining under the strong lights, had pursed her red lips into a thoughtful expression before speaking. "You have no legal representation; do you wish the court to appoint someone?"

I managed to stammer a reply.

I am guilty er Ma'am.. er I have no er... defence."

She looked me in the eye.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I have nothing to say Ma'am."

"You are not even sorry?" Her sardonic expression was accented by one beautiful eyebrow raised quizzically as she questioned me.

I stammered, like the fool I felt. "Oh no, Ma'am... I er... mean I am most dreadfully sorry. I deserve to be guilty...er I mean I am guilty and most dreadfully sorry." I could not stop myself. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I er only had a mile to go... er and the road is always deserted at that time of night... and I drove so slowly er that the police car stopped me..." I could not stop my tears flowing as I rambled on.

"I mean to say... I was a fool... er an inconsiderate stupid, stupid fool. I had no thought for the consequences or who I might have harmed...and no one to blame but myself. I am so, so, so sorry Ma'am."

I stood silent, I had been a fool and I knew it. I could not help my tears I looked down at my feet and waited for the worst, hearing only the clackety clack from the machine of the court stenographer.

The Lady who was sat at the other side of the senior judge had looked at me long and hard while I had been questioned. She was probably in her late forties and although attractive, looked as if she did not suffer fools gladly.

I did not raise my head again to see them leave; I looked to my side, my attention drawn by a gentle tug on my sleeve. It was the court officer who had first led me in. She had a kindly and concerned expression on her face. I was too upset to appreciate the nuance of her look as she whispered to me. "You may sit while the judges consider their verdict."

I can't remember how long I waited. I could not stop crying, I considered what would have happed... had I run someone over... or hit another car... all the possible outcomes of driving when one's reactions are slowed.

I was not privy to the deliberations behind the large wooden door that led off from the back of the judge's benches.

*

Constance Hartman

She had known, as soon as she saw him, what his fate would be. For Constance, his young good looks and slim well-proportioned body were all too few and far between in her courtroom. Constance had been a senior judge in the newly termed, 'Young Offenders Court', for five years. She had served the bench well, enjoying the stature of her worthwhile profession and taking pride in her quality decisions regarding the future of her young offenders.

It had been the introduction of the 'Punishment Centers' that had made her see a side to herself that she had never in her wildest dreams thought that she had possessed.

She had felt guilty at the thrill that had run through her body the first time that they had all been invited to a model and experimental Punishment Center in another state.

She had not dared look at her fellow justices as she had watched a naked teenager being soundly strapped by a woman police officer. The image had played constantly on her mind... and even in her sexually oriented dreams. It had been a source of excitement to her. The model center had quickly found that the effectiveness of the center was increased by the use of all female personnel. The shame and humiliation of the youth was increased to such an extent that many of the more persistent law breakers rarely visited twice. 

For the state the financial benefits had been extraordinarily good. Instead of the cost of hundreds of staff to administer probation or run boot camps, thirty or so young women could process up to five offenders a day. If too many turned up at one time they were left in the basement cells until they could be dealt with. The whole process of court to punishment was done in private and therefore, a one time offender, could be sentenced, take his punishment and have none of his friends or employers know that he had committed any crime. This was one of the reasons that offenders were given twenty-eight days to attend.

When the centers had opened within her own jurisdiction, she had been one of the first to sentence a young offender to its corporal methods of punishment.

She had quickly discovered that her delight was heightened only by the good-looking young boys as they were being punished. 

Unfortunately the sentenced youth could attend at anytime within a twenty-eight day period and as such her visits were often filled with disappointment. It was only as she became on personal terms with some of the staff at certain centers that they would quietly and with discretion let her know who had arrived; or rather what the young boy... or sometimes girl looked like.

She stifled her imagination as she looked at her fellow judges. She was quite sure that as senior judge her recommendations would be well heeded. Better than that, she knew that she was quite adept at sowing the seeds for someone else to make the right decision. Constance also had certain knowledge, although the subject was never broached... that her fellow justices also took a keen delight in the strapping of a good looking young boy. 

"Well he is pleading guilty; without representation he is at the mercy of the court, which is a foolhardy action, brought about I believe, because he is full of remorse and intends to not make the same mistake again." She paused. "I really do believe that he is full of remorse."

"Well there is not a lot we can do. I suppose that it is no excuse that the limit has only been dropped for four days. I suppose he will be about the first to be prosecuted under the new limits."

"But only one milligram over it, if he had waited and had the sample taken in blood, he would have been clear."

"I know, the arresting officer has stated that he waived his right to wait for a doctor and a blood sample, it says he was full of self-guilt and just kept saying he was sorry... but now we have to decide... the options aren't many."

Constance looked at her companions.

"Well there aren't any really. I obviously won't send him to jail of course, and the probation services are stretched to capacity and are taking on no more new cases, so there is only the punishment center. If we defer it to the next sessions, they will want to know why... and what can we tell them... that he was utterly contrite?"

"I know... it just seems unfair... that we get belligerent, obvious diehard drinkers that get caught on their thousandth journey, having got away with it time and time again... and of course they will use every ruse... including of course delaying things for as long as possible by waiting for a doctor, whom they hope will be on another call...oh well."

Constance read the pre-court report as she pretended to consider what to do. "He is a very unfortunate young man. He lost both parents in a car accident last year and has been living in an apartment by himself since then. He has no record of any kind and seems to be quite a responsible young man, apart from this."

The dark haired judge spoke, her voice low and thoughtful. "Yes it must have been a traumatic year for him, since he lost his parents... and yet he has kept to his work and has not gone off the rails."

She looked pensive for a moment and then spoke again.

"There is one thing... if we were to send him to the one center we all know... if you get my meaning, We could make sure that... well at least afterwards, he would get... well, erm... more looked after... urm less traumatic... do you both think."

The senior judge looked at her companion, a smile spreading across her face. "Sometimes Kate, I think you are heaven sent for this court. Yes of course...all agreed? I will just change the form from any center to Center No. 19"

*

Stephen

I felt a gentle hand on my arm, bidding me to stand up. I did not see the kindly look upon officer's face as I stood with shaking legs, as the judges re-entered the court.

I stood as straight as I could, I tried looking at the three female judges and then my cowardice took over and I hung my head in shame.

"Stephen Woodrow Ryder." I looked up as the clear voice of the senior judge addressed me. "You are sentenced to attend a punishment center, during the next twenty eight days. You must attend within this period or you will be arrested and appear before me on a far more serious charge, which will result in your loss of freedom for a considerable period of time. You will also not be allowed to drive a motor vehicle for a period of nine months from this date and you will be bound over for two years. Do you understand?"

I managed to look at her as I answered. I could not help the trembling of my voice as I almost sobbed my reply.

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am... I am er.. most sorry for my stupidity Ma'am."

I hung my head as I heard the prosecuting lawyer speak in a loud voice. "Court is adjourned"

I heard the court officer whisper to me as the judges filed out. "Come with me and I will give you your forms. Her voice was kindly and for the life of me I couldn't understand why.

The punishment centers had been existence for over a year now and had been designed for a variety of crimes, vandalism, joyriding, petty theft and drink driving. They were specifically designed for the juvenile male although on odd occasions, for severe or repeat offences girls had been sentenced to attend. I knew very little about them and anecdotal hearsay of what punishment, punishment centers actually doled out, was a closely guarded secret. Offenders who had actually visited the centers were not allowed to say what the punishments consisted of for fear of being immediately arrested for contempt of court; and the government had banned newspapers from speculating on what the punishments might be... or reporting hearsay from offenders. All that was known was that they were an effective method of curbing adolescent crime and that there were very few repeat offences.

I sat at the desk in front of the young court officer, my eyes were still full of tears and I still could not repress the odd sob of deep regret as I waited. I noticed that she had taken off her uniformed jacket and was wearing a white shirt. Her breasts seemed firm as they pressed against the crisp white material as she leaned towards me.

After she had finished sifting the forms and putting them in order she spoke. "If you will sign these. Please"

She handed me a sheaf of forms, which I signed without reading. She took them from me, her slender fingers shuffling the papers into a neat pile before handing me the top copy. 

"Take this with you... you are to attend Center 19 any time within the next twenty eight days." I felt sure that she gave me a look of kindness and sympathy as I got up and turned to leave. On impulse I turned back to her. I looked at the soft expression of sympathy upon her face and although I was near to tears again I managed to stammer. "Thank you for your help er.. Miss, I am so sorry to have caused so much trouble."

*

Constance picked up the telephone as she smiled conspiratorially at her fellow judges. "I think a telephone call would be more judicious than a note... don't your think." She laughed at her own pun as she dialled the number.

"Martha... oh good... and you? Yes the same! Yes we have had a young man in this morning. I don't want to influence you in any way... and I know the punishment is statutory; but I would ask you to let everyone read the court report."

Constance listened for a short while and then spoke again. "Oh yes... if it had been for more severity I would have put a recommendation on the form."

She listened again for a few moments and then spoke softly. "Yes... I had not immediately thought of that. Yes I know it could be short notice... but if we are free we will certainly attend. I think that he is so contrite that it might even be today, its still early enough... before twelve isn't it?"

She listened once more and then thanked the woman on the other end of the phone. 

*

I was determined that I should get this whole sorry mess over and done with. I returned to my apartment and showered thoroughly. Changing into clean clothes, I looked for the address on the form. Offenders must attend BEFORE twelve noon. You may be detained overnight. You may bring any medicines that have been properly subscribed. You may NOT bring luggage. Forty minutes later I was on my way. The cab dropped me off one street away, somehow I think the driver suspected where I was heading, but I walked quickly into a florist shop and waited until he had departed before making my way to Number 26/28 Arlett Street.

The building looked like every other government office on the street. It did not have a sign other than its number, etched discreetly into a brushed chromium plaque set into the wall beside the glass door. The door was framed in stainless steel with a broad bar across the front of the glass. The glass of the door matched the windows, with its opaque smoked glass, guarding the view of the interior from the street.

So here I was waiting at the business-like counter of Punishment Center 19. The glass that had portrayed my apparition of Debbie Pearson, separated me from the young girl who spoke into the microphone on her side of the glass.. "Can I help you?" Her voice sounded strangely neutral through the small speaker that must have been concealed somewhere in the counter surface. 

"Er my name is Steve.. er Stephen Ryder, I have to report here within erm.. er twenty eight days.. er, so I have come today."

I felt foolish and embarrassed talking to the young girl behind the counter, whom, no doubt, would know the details of my crime.

She looked no older than seventeen; the cuffs of her crisp white shirt were folded back at the sleeve, revealing her slender wrists. She wore a neat stainless steel watch on her left wrist and a tiny silver chain adorned the other. Her face looked neat and attractive with a minimum of make-up; her appearance was slightly studious, no doubt aided by the wire framed spectacles that she was wearing.

"Can I have your form please... you did bring it with you?" Her voice was questioning as she looked at me, her eyes were quite obvious in her interest of looking me up and down.

I fumbled in my jacket pocket and produced the form which I put in the tray which was set into the counter and allowed objects to be passed to the other side. I slid the form towards her, underneath the glass partition.

She did not thank me, but read the form for several moments before she extended her slender manicured fingers forwards and pressed a button on her counter position. "Please wait there and I will send someone out to fetch you. She motioned behind me and I looked around to see that there were three chairs opposite the counter, the backs of them against the smoked glass of the window. For the first time I noticed that because of the light, one could see out of the windows, although passers by could not see in. There was a low glass table in the centre of the room on which were placed a variety of Government information leaflets.

I took the middle seat and waited;. I mused at my fright on seeing someone I thought was Debbie Pearson... and then I remembered that it could not possible have been her. I had often enquired in a quite causal way of old school friends what ever happened to so and so, eventually slipping Debbie's name into the list of people I enquired about. I had found out by this reasonably subtle method, that she had gone on to do nursing. The last time that I had enquired I was told that she had qualified and that she was now a theatre nurse, having moved to another city, although they couldn't remember where.




Punishment 2015



I sat and waited. The young receptionist reappeared several times behind the counter but paid me little attention. I was too embarrassed to ask how long I would have to wait and instead started thinking about what my punishment would be. I had heard of aversion therapy for drink driving and wondered whether I would be shown a series of films about the blood and carnage that can be caused by drink driving.

Althea Jones

Althea Jones had been sixteen when she had joined the court service as an assistant to the probation officer. When the Punishment Centers had been first planned she had seen the advertisement for staff in the Government employee's magazine. Although she had not realised the full import of the new department, she had read with interest the prospects of advancement and promotion. The one word that had taken her eye from the start had even sent a thrill of excitement through her... the word 'Punishment'.

It had been a pleasant surprise when she had learned the actualities of the center's purpose and methods... and had been more of a surprise to her when she had been promoted to the front counter; the Center's first point of contact with offenders. She soon realised that her job was not just looking after the first reception of the offender, but that she was playing an integral part in the conditioning of the convicted criminal.

Althea had, for as long as she could remember, known that she was different. Not in any outward appearance, other than that she was extremely pretty: but in the fact that she liked to dominate boys. 

Her realization had come very early on in her young life. She had seen an old illustration in a book in her father's library. It had shown a young woman, smartly dressed in epaulette'd uniform, smacking the bared bottom of a young teenage boy. His trousers had been pulled down to his ankles and he seemed to be screaming furiously as the young lady's hand descended onto the reddened cheeks of his bottom. 

She could not recognise the uniform, but the setting seemed to be an official place of punishment, she thought that perhaps because of the style and setting of the room that it might in a police station. There was no reference to the illustration, and as the book was written in German she was unable to read the text.

Time and time again, she had waited until her parents were out and taken the book from the shelf to gaze at the illustration.

She had told no-one of her discovery and had never discussed, even with her closest friends, how that vivid illustration had made her feel.

As she became older she realised that she was indeed different to the rest of her girlfriends. Instead of their gushing enthusiasm at being kissed on the lips by this boy or that, she had, had an entirely different view of the opposite sex.

Her fantasies involved subjugating boys on every level, including her favourite image of taking his trousers down and holding his penis while she spanked his bottom.

She had eventually, after very careful consideration, chosen a boyfriend. Not the muscular football player that most girls seemed to favour, but a slim, well-proportioned boy, just a year older than herself. Her choice had suited her well, although for the boy, the pleasures were at best... mixed. 

Her first date was planned to perfection. Instead of the movies or dance, she had invited him home for the evening while her parents were away overnight. She had carefully and expertly teased him, with little and affectionate touches; a hand gently caressing his cheek, or her face touching his as she leaned over him to pass him a drink. 

The boy had responded, although timidly, by thinking that he could go further. It was his first fumbled sexual advance, as he tried to touch her breasts, which sealed the relationship.

She had jumped up as if utterly shocked. Her protests making the boy blush nervously and then shake with dear as she threatened to tell not only her parents, but also to phone his mother, whom she knew to be exceedingly prim.

The result was that either he was punished by her or she would tell, embellishing the description of his fumbling to that of attempted rape.

Relieved at first, he had agreed... only to realise in shock and anguish, what the alternative would be.

It had taken some time, before he realised that her threat was real and serious. She had emphasized what the dire consequences of his parents being informed would actually mean to him... and suggested that it was possible that the school would find out. It never once occurred to him, that he had been cleverly and expertly set-up.

Althea often smiled to her self at the thought that in reality it had only taken an hour and a half from him walking through her front door, to the scene she remembered vividly.

She had made him strip to his under shorts, knowing that it would have taken a lot longer to get him to part with them willingly. She had eventually coaxed him to lie over her pretty knees. Once in position she had quickly pulled the garment down to his thighs, his shock at being bared so intimately had made him cling to his position rather than reveal his penis and testicles to her gaze.

The rest had been easy. A hairbrush placed conveniently and innocently beside her chair was quickly brought into play. He had cried and gasped with the realisation that he was indeed being spanked. The fire in his buttocks had brought him to floods of tears as he was relentlessly spanked with the hard-backed brush.

"What a naughty cry-baby you are... thinking that you could have your way with me... how disgusting... aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Her words had so belittled him that it was a few seconds before he realised that his under-shorts had been briskly pulled down to his ankles. It had taken Althea no effort at all to entirely remove the garments... or to deftly grasp his testicles by thrusting her hand between his legs and grasping the delicate orbs of flesh in her slender fingers. 

Although she had had no experience, she managed to hold them firmly, but without causing undue pain. Still holding him, she had made him stand with his back to her, as she retained her grip on him.

After that, her confidence grew. She slipped her other hand around his hips and grasped his penis, which she suddenly realised had stiffened to become semi-erect. She had made him turn towards her, and had used both hands to hold his penis and testicles from the front; gripping him firmly with a threat to squeeze harder if he did not obey.

Her triumph over him was the culmination of all her fantasies. She had manipulated him to her will. The rest of the evening for Althea was relaxed and enjoyed entirely at her leisure. In protest and shame she had spanked him while he was standing up. She had made him stand sideways, holding his penis firmly in her hand while she had laid more strokes of the hair-brush over his buttocks until he had sobbed and begged for her to stop. 

For Althea, the grand finale... the epitome of his shame had been carried out in a delicious sexual ritual: she had made him kneel on the thick arms of her easy chair with his head hanging over the cushioned back and with a large bath towel underneath him.  

As he hung his head in shame and anguish, she had applied baby lotion to his bottom, her hand smoothing over his buttocks as she spoke to him.

"Poor baby, did I hurt you very much, never mind, it will all be better soon." 

He was blushing and trembling as her fingers first brushed against his tightly closed sphincter. Impudently she had insinuated her finger-tip up through the opening, experimenting with varying movements and pressure until she had found the soft mound of his prostate. 

Her knowledge of its location had already been carefully and diligently researched in the copious volumes of anatomy books she had taken from the public library. 

He had gasped and groaned, his anguish almost palpable as she had reached around his hips, her hand brushing over his tummy as it moved down to his erect penis. 

He had continued to gasp and groan, almost wailing in anguish and embarrassment as she retracted his foreskin for the first time. 

She had, with increasing dexterity milked him... keeping a steady rhythm within his bottom and over the sensitive flesh of his penis. She had grown bolder and more vigorous; his gasps and groans giving her excellent clues as to the effect of her manipulation to his prostate and penis. 

Within minutes he was ejaculating wildly; his body shaking and trembling as he gasped for air. She did not stop until she had milked the very last drop from him.

She smiled as she thought back to that time. She had honed her dominant skills and her sexual technique to perfection upon her reluctant model. She had made him attend her house when ever circumstances permitted it. She had spanked him and milked him to her hearts content, each time the pain and pleasure, more exquisite, more unbearable. For the seventeen months until she had left school, she had experimented with his body and his psyche. The vivid illustration in her father's book brought to life.

She looked over to where the young man was seated. She had already admired his good looks and clean cut appearance. It was usually the tattooed young hooligans that were the bread and butter of the center's reluctant clientele. They were usually scruffy, most of them ugly and brash, certainly not the type of youth that would have taken her interest. This one seemed different. He was well spoken, perhaps timid, but certainly attractive. His body looked trim and lithe and he seemed fit and healthy.

She noted that he had blushed several times as he had looked across at her, perhaps it was because of his embarrassment at his crime... or perhaps she thought, that he was embarrassed about her knowing that he had had to attend for punishment.

One thing, that she was certain of... was that he had not even the remotest idea of what his punishment would be. She squeezed her legs together at the delicious thought.

*

Stephen

As I looked around the room in my idleness I noticed that there were only two doors apart from the one I entered from the street. Both were marked private. One was at the opposite end of the counter and one was to my right. Both were made from a smooth grey easy clean surface that seems to be indicative of most government offices. For the first time I noticed a small sign that had been placed beneath one of the many security cameras; it read. 'Mobile Phones Must Be Switched Off'. I felt in my pockets for my own mobile phone and checked that there were no messages.

I had already given a week's prior notice that I would be taking my free days off this week and so would not be back in the office for eight days. I thankfully switched it off, before it could incur anyone's displeasure.

Suddenly I heard the distinct sound of an automatic lock being activated within the frame of the door to the street. I looked around as a second lock mechanism was being activated, this time the sound came from the door to my right which was marked private. I watched as it opened and a strikingly pretty woman in police uniform entered the room. She was pulling a trolley which looked very similar to a supermarket shopping cart. The only difference being, that in front of the basket there looked to be a small locker.

Her dark hair was tied back from her pretty face, emphasising the well defined bone structure of her sun-bronzed face. Her shirt bore the epaulets and stripes of a sergeant. I noticed that her breasts seemed very prominent against the loose material of her blue shirt and that her City badge was laying at angle over the slope of her right breast rather than hanging from her shirt..

Around her slim waist, she wore a wide leather belt, which supported an assortment of equipment. I observed that there were handcuffs, a radio communicator and a rather odd night stick that looked more like a cattle prod. I remained seated until she spoke.

Reading from a plastic name tag which had a flat plastic band attached to it... and in turn was attached to her clipboard, she said.

"Stephen Woodrow Ryder... is that you?"

I muttered my confirmation as she wheeled the cart further into the center of the room.

"O.K. Now listen to me." Her voice was not harsh but had an air of authority to it as she looked me directly in the eye.

"You paying attention....? Good. Between now and when you leave, you obey every order immediately, without questions, without delay. Now tell me... what do you do?"

I was speechless for a moment and then in a rather shaky voice I replied. "er I obey every order..erm immediately without erm... question.

"Right now for your own good... remember that. So repeat it one more time."

I felt foolish, as if I was in class at school. I looked towards the glass partition and saw that the receptionist was watching me as I stood listening to the sergeant.

"Don't look away... look at me. Now tell me again what do you do?" She had raised her voice slightly, but still had that air of quiet authority.

"I er...obey immediately and er... don't ask questions."

"Well that is the essence of it." She lowered her voice and looked at me with a kind almost concerned expression on her face.

"Look Sweetie... I am trying to help you get through today... so tell me again."

"I obey every order. .erm without question and without delay."

"O.K Strip and put your clothes in here." She indicated the basket" Your watch, any money you may have, mobile phones etc. You put in this locker here. Got it?"

I know I must have looked dumbfounded. I could not believe for a moment that she meant me to strip... right here in the office. I looked at her, incredulous at what she had asked me to do.

"You mean take my clothes off... here?"

"You forget very quickly, I thought you had learned your little rule. Now tell me it again, what must you do." I felt utterly stupid and embarrassed as I looked at her. Her attractive face bore an expression of impatience as she waited for me to repeat the rule.

"I obey every order erm without question and without delay... but..."

"Let's just stop before we get to the 'butts', shall we?"

She stood with her legs astride and her hands upon her hips. Her well formed legs forming her skirt into and A shape.

"Right here we go again. Strip... put your clothes in the basket and your personal items in the locker." She spoke in a tired fashion, putting her flattened hand out towards me in a gesture similar to a traffic cop stopping a car at a junction.

"Not another word. Go to it... Strip."

I looked at her and then feeling utterly foolish began to stake my jacket off. I folded it and put it in the basket. Slowly and feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed, I undressed, occasionally glancing at the glass patrician, only to see that the receptionist was still looking at me without a trace of surprise or embarrassment on her face.

"Come on Sugar... I haven't got all day."

The sergeant glanced at her watch before looking back at me.

I hurried my undressing until I had placed my shoes, with socks inside, on top of the pile of clothes and my watch, phone and wallet in the locker. I felt utterly foolish as I stood before her in just my underpants.

"I said strip... that includes the pants."

She stood looking at me with her hands resting on the belt at her waist. I felt the heat from the redness in my cheeks as my body shivered with acute embarrassment..

"I could not help looking at her. My voice pleading as I stammered through my embarrassment.

"Pleeease er... miss... er sergeant... not with.." I glanced at the counter. "Not... erm my underwear... please not erm here."

I watched as her hands went towards the nightstick and then suddenly she seemed to decide... and I think gave me the benefit of her benevolence.

"Look sweetie... this day is going to be tough enough as it is. That is why I made you repeat the rule. Now without this gets more unpleasant for you... take your pants down and put them in the basket." The kindness and sincerity in her voice made me stop and consider my position. Only two hours ago I had been full of remorse and now I was whinging about the punishment.

I felt my face blush and another shiver run through me as turned away from her and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my under shorts. Feeling utterly stupid and humiliated, I pushed them down my legs, acutely aware of the obvious prurient interest of girl behind the counter.

I held my under shorts against my body, making sure that they were covering my genitals, before clasping my bare hands to my groin as I quickly put them on top of the pile of clothes, covering myself again with both hands.

I stood crouching over, my knees pressed together and my hands clasped firmly over my penis and testicles as I looked at her through a mist of humiliation.

"O.K. now I have some questions to ask you. So pay attention, you got that?" I nodded feeling utterly foolish at my nakedness in front of her. Unconcerned at my embarrassment she read from the clipboard.

"Ever suffered from heart problems?"

"Er... no." I answered.

"Do you have a pacemaker?"

I answered to the negative.

"Ever suffered with a hernia?" I shook my head.

"Rheumatic fever?"

Again I shook my head as she carried on with a whole serious of questions related to my health. Eventually she finished the list and looked at me straight in the eye. I could not help my blush of embarrassment at her close scrutiny of my naked body.

"O.K., now turn around and face the window." Her instruction caused me to blush once more. Ashamedly I faced the window. Looking out towards the street, I had never felt so naked. I tried to convince myself that I could not be seen by passers-by and yet the view of the young girls walking in the street, going about their business just a few feet from my nakedness, seemed to accent my peculiar and humiliating situation.

I heard her move to stand behind me, as I crouched forward trying to retain my modesty from the front. I knew that she, and the girl behind the counter, would have a perfect view of my naked bottom.

Suddenly it happened... a blinding pain shot through my left buttock. I instantly fell forward, my left leg immediately became completely numb, failing to support my weight.. I tried to break my fall, at the same time trying to clasp a hand to my buttock which felt as if it were on fire. The terrible pain seemed to envelope the whole left side of my body. I felt dizzy and sick as I felt myself falling to the floor, writhing in agony. I looked up feeling hurt and full of anguish and indignity. I could see the pretty sergeant casually replace the cattle prod device back into her belt. I had forgotten my modesty in the shock and hurt of the moment. I was writhing upon the floor, my penis and testicles flopping lewdly from side to side as I tried to rid myself of the pain.

The sergeant stood over me, her eyes betraying no surprise at my anguish as I writhed uncontrollably. I rubbed my buttocks hard against the course material of the carpet in absolute torment at the pain which cut through my body like a knife. Eventually I managed to clasp my hands over my penis and testicles, aware, even through the haze of pain, of high ridiculous I must have looked to her.

It was several moments before I could get to my knees and then eventually... stand shakily in front of the pretty young sergeant.

She looked me up and down, her expression not unkindly. "It hits some guys harder than others, but the effects don't last long. Don't think I am picking on you... everybody gets it."

Her voice became softer as she saw the tears well up in my eyes. "Look sweetie, you need to know what this thing does." She patted the device hanging from her belt. "That was on number two; this thing goes to number ten! Get the picture, you don't disobey... and you don't hesitate... get it?"




Punishment 2015



I could not help the tears that rolled down my cheeks as I looked at her. Whether it was the kindness in her voice or the pain and humiliation of the violent electric shock, I could not tell.

"Let me tell you something else. You are wondering... or you certainly will do soon, why I didn't give you number one as a demonstration. Number one is for your balls," She looked at my groin as she spoke. I could not help looking down myself, my eyes involuntarily following hers to my hands which were still firmly clasped over my genitals.

"A prod in those little plums of yours is a pain you would remember for the rest of your life. So you had better look lively when you are given an order. Do you understand now?"

"Yes er miss... It is just the shock and erm... embarrassing erm being undressed like this" I could not help further tears from running down my cheeks as I spoke.

She looked at me, this time her face showed real concern. She moved towards me and put her hand on to my shoulder. Her fingers were gentle and cool against my fevered skin. Somehow I felt real warmth and affection from her, in spite of the pain she had made me endure.

"Look sweetie." Her face moved closer to mine and she whispered softly to me. 

"Forget your embarrassment; embarrassment doesn't hurt like the stunner does. You are here for your punishment, the law requires it... so try and take it easy and do what you are told. It won't be easy... but it is better than adding to it, alright sweetie?" Her lips were almost touching my cheek as I listened to her. For some reason I wished right then, that she would put her arms around me and kiss me tenderly. I could not stop my tears from flowing down my cheeks or my body trembling with emotion. 

"Right give me you left hand."

I looked at her with a worried expression upon my face.

"Don't worry I an not going to zap you again... unless of course you disobey."

My concern was not just that she was going too hurt me that I would have to take my hand away from my genitals. Fumbling to cover my penis and testicles with one hand, 

I raised my arm out in front of me. Gently she took my wrist and placed the plastic tag around it. She took a small stapler type device from her pocket and sealed the strap.

"Just so that we don't forget who you are." she smiled.

She stood back and looked at me. "O.K. Stephen, let's get on with it. Go and stand in front of that door." She indicated the door marked PRIVATE through which she had entered.

I crouched in my position of knees pressed together and hands clasped to my groin and shuffled rather than walked to stand in front of the door. I could feel my shoulders shaking with my sobs... and yet could do nothing about my distress.

I heard her turn the shopping cart around, so that she could pull it- rather than push it, before she moved forward to stand behind me. Suddenly I felt the coolness of her delicate fingers stroke over my buttocks and heard her voice speak gently to me.

"Poor baby... such a sensitive soul aren't you."

I shivered and tried to stifle a sob as the electronic lock released its mechanism and the door opened to reveal an empty corridor. There was a notice upon the wall. It read: 'Foul or abusive language WILL result in further punishment.' She waited, making sure I had read the notice.

I heard her voice; again it was soft and caring.

"Walk forward and stop in front of the second door on the right. Don't ask questions, don't hesitate, don't disobey and you'll get through this... so come along sweetie let's get moving."

As I stood in front of the unmarked door, I felt the sergeant brush past me and knock. She resumed her position behind me and putting her soft hands upon my hips, whispered in my ear. "O.K. sweetie, remember, don't resist and don't question." I felt sure that it was her lips that touched my neck as she let go of my waist. 

The door opened to reveal two tall female warders. Their bodies were breathtakingly beautiful, bodies with the height and physique that one imagines Amazonian women would have. Each wore a white shirt and black tie. Their navy skirts were knee length and did little to hide the superb proportions of their hips and legs. Hanging from each of their belts were a set of handcuff and a cattle prod.

They could have been sisters, their pretty faces were so similar; high cheekbones, with beautiful blue eyes, straight nose and firm jaw line. No uniform, however severe, could disguise their firm breasts and narrow waists. Behind them in the totally tiled room stood four nurses, two each side of a rubber padded bench which was set into the centre of the floor. 

Several broad leather straps were hanging down from the shiny rubber surface, the brightness of the stainless steel buckles, glinted under the brightness of the circular operating room light in the ceiling. To the rear of the padded bench were several baths as well as a row of sinks. 

Rubber tubing and several strange medical apparatus hung from hooks on the walls or were placed on shelves surrounding the other three sides of the room. A tall chromium I.V. stand had been placed to one side of the bench, its tubing running down to a portable instrument trolley, which contained a plethora of instruments as well as tubes, jars and bottles of various liquids and ointments.

All the nurses looked to be young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old. They were each wearing rubber aprons over their uniforms and their hands were encased in surgical gloves. They were all extremely pretty, unlike most hospital nurses, their make-up had been perfectly applied to their beautiful faces and their uniforms were beautifully fitted to accent the lovely curves of their bodies. 

There were two blondes and two with dark, almost black hair; the one thing they had in common was their look of cool appraisal at my naked body.

I was not left waiting at the door for long as the next few moments became a blur of hurried activity. I felt a firm push in the small of my back and almost simultaneously, as the two Amazonians moved forward, my arms were held and forced outright to each side of my shoulders, baring my genitals to the gaze of the young nurses. I felt myself being forced forward over the side of the padded bench. My head and arms were hanging down towards the floor as my body was forced into the required position.

I ended up with my chest pressed against the bench and a strap being secured around my back to hold me there. Two of the nurses stood at either side of my exposed buttocks. I felt them both use both of their hands to pull my buttocks apart, stretching my flesh so tightly that I gasped with the pressure. The bench's height ensured that my legs were spread apart as I felt the firm fingers of a third nurse start probing at the entrance to my sphincter with her lubricated fingers. 

I grunted with pain and shame as she expertly slid her slender finger up into my bottom. I could not believe what was happened to me as suddenly a large slippery metal nozzle was pushed against the entrance to my bottom.

I balked at their intention: that they should try and put such a large object inside me. I yelled with fright and pain as the pressure increased and then suddenly I felt my sphincter give way to the rounded metal tip. My knees trembled as my feet splayed out against the tiled floor. My body stiffened as I tried to resist, helplessly bent low over the bench. The muscles of my neck tensed in response to the wide stainless steel nozzle that was being forced up through my sphincter and into my anus.

Jenny Leander

Sergeant Leander had looked on as the boy was deftly handled by the two warders. She had seen this routine on a daily basis and yet she could not stifle the sexual thrill she felt, as the naked young man was unceremoniously bent over the bench. She had felt a sudden impulse to thrust her fingers up the young offender's bottom, when the nurses in their practiced manner, had stood at each side of him and used both their hands to stretch his buttocks apart.

I guess he's getting a lot more than my fingers right now, she thought as she watched the nozzle suddenly disappear through the sphincter muscle.

She usually had little concern for the fate of most of the offenders. But this one was different. His body was superbly proportioned and his face unusually good looking, with clear skin and neat features. 

It had become obvious to her, that he was extremely sensitive and seemed to quite timid and shy in front of women. Somehow she had always liked that type of boy rather than the brash macho thugs that the center usually had to deal with. Another fact which had not escaped her notice was the well endowed size of the boy's penis. She had examined him carefully as he had writhed upon the floor with the sudden agony of her cattle prod.

Of course, the staff at the centre had all been carefully chosen. It had been determined that the all punishment center staff was to be female. It had been a policy from the offset, that the prettier the girl, the more humiliated the male offender would be. The girls here had not only to be pretty to the extreme, but also capable and self assured. 

It was never admitted that perhaps some of them took more delight than they should in subjugating the male... but Jenny knew from her own feelings that this was probably the case. In fact if she were to be truthful she could not think of one of the staff here that had not at some time or other taken an obvious delight in handling the naked male body. 

She had already been aware when she had first seen Stephen that, because of his good looks and superb body, the girls would be making the most of having him under their control. 

*

Stephen

Not a word was spoken as the nurses busied themselves around me. I felt my buttocks being released as the first gush of water rushed inside me. "Pleassseee err.. miss." I yelled as the warm soapy liquid filled my stomach. I had never felt such a sensation as the water continued to pour inside me. The pain was intense as the water seemed to gush and churn within the very centre of my being... and yet the nurses paid my distress no heed.

I was acutely aware of how blatantly my genitals must be displayed to the nurses from behind my spread-legged position. The water seemed to have stopped and I heard the nurses move away from the table. 

I was left to my own thoughts for about five minutes until they returned. After this short painful interlude of stomach cramps the humiliation continued; the nozzle was deftly pulled from my bottom and at the same time my buttocks were once more pulled apart. I felt a cool soft hand press upwards against my lower stomach and my buttocks being spread even wider. I shivered as a cold pan was placed between my legs, its stainless steel rim pressing against the inside of my thighs. I could not help evacuating noisily as they increased the pressure on my stomach and the parting of my buttocks, stretching my bottom apart so widely that I was unable to retain the control of my sphincter and the liquid within me. 

They continued stretching my buttock and pressing my tummy until I was completely empty. I felt my ears ringing with shame as a wash cloth was carelessly slapped between my buttocks and I felt my bottom being wiped summarily.

This time one of the nurses took a huge syringe from the trolley and held it while her companion held a jug of soapy water. The handle of the pump action extended probably two feet from the cylinder when it was fully charged. Again my buttocks were stretched apart to their limit, as once more, the nurse's slippery rubber-clad fingers invaded my bottom, applying more lubricant before the longer nozzle of the syringe was pushed up inside me. 

"Arggghh "I yelled as suddenly. a huge jet of water invaded my stomach. I tried to rear up, but could not, as the sensation of the water shocked the very core of my system.

Twice more the syringe was filled before they seemed satisfied with the distension of my painful stomach. Once again I was left... until the hands returned to prise open my buttocks and stretch my sphincter. This time the nurse used two hands to press against my stomach.

I was in turmoil as I was forced to evacuate the now almost clear liquid into the stainless steel pan. My shame and humiliation knew no bounds.

Once again a clean warm wash-cloth firmly and diligently wiped my bottom and between my legs, before I felt the strap being released and I was helped to a standing position, this time facing the end of the bench.

I was able to look at the nurses properly for the first time. They seemed amused by my plight, their pretty faces betraying the hint of a smile between each other. I felt foolish and stupid as I once more clasped my hands to my genitals. The nurse on my left smiled at my instinctive action as once again the female warders grasped my arms and turned me around so that my buttocks were touching the end of the bench, 

Without warning the young warders tipped me backwards and grabbed my legs which they held high and wide until my knees were positioned either side of my face. I looked down at my body... my bottom was lifted off the table and my penis and testicles were exposed and openly available for everyone to see. I felt a folded towel being pressed between the bench and the small of my back, to keep my buttocks raised up above the rubber surface.

I groaned with dismay as two of the pretty young nurses moved around to the edge of the bench and looked down at my exposed genitalia. Casually, as if it was of no consequence to her, one of the nurses reached forward and flipped my flaccid penis up from between my legs, so that it lay against my stomach, pointing towards my naval. I could not contain my embarrassment as I groaned loudly and turned my head away... only to see that the young sergeant was watching my shame from the side of the room.

To my utter horror and anguish, I watched as the nurse lathered her hands and with a knowing look, started to apply the lather between the cheeks of my buttocks. The second nurse casually lifted my testicles as her companion proceeded to soap thoroughly, her fingers needlessly exploring the sensitive opening of my sphincter. I shivered in shame as the two nurses shaved me, lifting my testicles as they wished, completely denuding me of hair between my buttocks and around my testicles. 

My heart sank as even my scrotum was not spared their attentions, they stretched the flesh, this way and that, stretching the skin to its limit, so that it could be stroked over with the razor until it was clear of hair.

It was with a callous, almost casual action that the smaller of the two nurses took the tip of my penis between her finger and thumb and lifted it away from my body. I tried to squirm out of her grasp, but was held firmly by the two warders. I could not escape the humiliation as she stretched my penis upwards by its tip, while the other nurse proceeded to shave around the base. 

Even in my turmoil I could not ignore the sensation of their fingers around my genitals. I grunted as the nurse took a firm hold of the shaft of my penis and ran her flattened palm over the tip. I nearly lifted off the table with the acuteness of the sensation. She looked unconcerned at my futile attempt to escape the effect of her fingers. I could feel the blood pulsing in my groin as she expertly slipped the skin of the foreskin quickly up and down the shaft of my penis with a practiced motion.

I tossed my head from side to side, in despair as I felt my penis throb in the first throes of an erection. She smiled at me knowingly, as she proceeded to quicken the pace in which she slipped the foreskin up and down the shaft of my penis, giving me the same knowing look each time she caught my eye. I could not help it, however hard I tried, to stop the sensations of her fingers arousing me; I became fully erect.

The nurses spared me no humiliation... no shame was too much for them to inflict upon me as they gathered around the nurse who was holding my penis, pointing at my rigid member and then looking at me. "What do you call this young man... have you no shame becoming erect in front of young nurses." The oldest of the four nurses addressed me. She leaned across the warder who was holding my right leg and looked into my face.

"Well what have you to say for your self?" 

I did not know what to say... I was helpless and prostrate before them... I felt drained and emotional as I looked at her. Nonchalantly the nurse continued stroking my penis moving it in a deliberately casual way as if it was of no consequence, even though the second nurse could find no more hair left to shave.

I stammered, my face on fire with embarrassment as I spoke... 

"I'm sooo sorry miss. I could not complete the rest of my sentence... I sobbed in embarrassment as I lay before them. Utterly humiliated and crying like a baby.

Their teasing stopped, but not before my penis was fully erect and bobbing up and down as they let me up and led me to one of baths that had already being half filled with warm water. I was held at either side with my arms outstretched by the female warders. The nurses had made me place my legs widely apart as they proceeded to wash me. Their hands were everywhere; around my erect penis, lifting and hefting my testicles, between the cheeks of my bottom. 

I could not look any of them in the eyes and so I hung my head in absolute shame.

It was perhaps tem minutes that I was held captive in the bath, the nurses had made sure that my penis stayed erect, by taking it in turns to soap my genitals... or stretch the foreskin back on pretence of examining me, to see if I was clean. 

I had gasped with shame and indignity as slender fingers had penetrated my bottom, causing all the nurses to giggle as I stood on tiptoe to try and escape the sensation of their busy fingers.

The warders made me raise my arms as the nurses shaved my armpits. Both nurses let their fingernails brush casually against my nipples as they placed their other hands against my chest for support while they diligently removed every hair from under my arms.

The nurse, that rinsed my body, looked up at me with an almost mischievous look upon her face, as she scooped water up from the bath. Deliberately she let her arm knock against my erect penis, again and again, as she brought her hand up to let water run down from my chest and tummy. I was beside myself with the utter humiliation as again the nurses laughed at the bouncing movement of my erect penis. The two warders almost lifted me from the bath, their beautiful faces looking amused at my utter embarrassment, as my penis waved from side to side.

Now they dried me. I was held upright, standing spread legged on the tiled floor with my arms outstretched as the nurses bent down before me, their hair and cheeks deliberately touching my erect penis as they moved the soft towels over my body. I was in this position when the sergeant walked back into the room. My nakedness was amplified a thousand times by my completely shaved pubis.

I had not seen her leave but had been aware that she had not been in the room for quite sometime. She looked at me with my legs spread widely apart, my nakedness lewdly on display as the warders held me captive.

She had a paper in her hand which she beckoned one of the nurses to come and read. I could not hide my anguish, I was almost in tears again as they stretched my foreskin backwards to its limit while they dried the exposed skin beneath. One of the nurses stood in front of me and thrust her hand between my legs and slapped my bottom in an upward motion.

"There you are, all nice and clean for your examination." Deliberately she looked down at my genitals before casually taking my erect penis in her slender hand. "Can't control yourself, even when you are going to be punished mmm? She tightened her fingers around my throbbing member. "Well I guess you must like drawing attention to yourself like this huh... is that what you like?" She pushed my foreskin right back down the shaft stretching the skin painfully as she spoke.




Punishment 2015



"Come on honey bunch... tell is that what you like?"

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes.

"Pleasee no missss.... I er... am soooo ashamed." I could not help the trembling of my body as I answered her. She stood back and let go of my penis. She looked rather curiously at me... her eyes searching my face. Then suddenly she instinctively put a soft hand to my cheek.

"Maybe you are honey.. maybe you are."

The warders retained their grip on me as the nurse left me. I could see that the rest of the nurses were talking to the sergeant over by a table in the corner of the room. The nurse joined them and I could see the sergeant occasionally look across at me and then look back down at a paper on the table.

Eventually the sergeant left the nurses at the table and came and stood in front of me. She looked down at my erect penis and then raised her head to look me in the eye. "Do you think Stephen that if I ask these ladies to let you go, you will be able to do as I ask and put your hands upon your head without trying to grab little Sonny Jim here..?" She deliberately took hold of my penis and waggled it from side to side. 

"What do you think mmm... think you can do that?"

She casually patted my penis once more before letting go of it and instead cupping my testicles in her soft slender hand and lifting them gently.

"Now remember... a little shock in these fellas is going to ruin your day."

I was so embarrassed I could hardly answer... eventually I managed to stammer. "I promise er.. miss... er... on my head."

"That's a good little boy. Just clasp your hands on top of your head and keep them there... no matter what... you got that?"

I nodded dumbly as she stood back and took the cattle prod from her belt. She smiled as she saw the look of anguish on my face.

"Only if you disobey sweetie... it's up to you." She looked at the two beautifully proportioned warders.

"O.K. girls, let's give him a try!"

I felt them let go of my arms and somehow... I managed to raise my arms and clasp my fingers together on top of my head. I felt even more embarrassed at my position as the sergeant deliberately looked me up and down as she tapped the cattle prod into the palm of her hand to remind me of its consequences.

"Now that we've got you all cleaned up sweetie, I am going to get someone to take you for your examination. You will not in any circumstances take your hands from your head... got it."

I nodded dumbly again as once more her eyes looked down at my penis which was still fully erect. I had never ever felt as naked as I did now. They had shaved me so cleanly that I could feel every little movement of air on my newly shaven pubis and genitals.

"Just a little test before I go honey... to make sure." She took my penis, firmly wrapping her fingers around it. I flinched but managed to keep my hands upon my head. She moved closer so that her lips were only inches from mine and her body was pressed against the tip of my penis, as she held it in a firm grip and whispered softly to me.

"Don't forget... what I told you sweetie. Without question... without delay... think you can remember that now... huh Sugar?"

I felt a tear run down my cheek, not just with the embarrassment of it all, but also because of the pure and exquisite tenderness of her tone.

I nodded, inhaling her sweet perfume as I drew in my breath and sobbed. She squeezed my penis quickly and moved away from me. My penis sprang up in the air as she let go of it. I saw her smile as it bobbed to and fro standing upwards from my body. "I guess 'Sonny Jim' here has a mind of his own." She laughed as she left me to return to the nurses and have a quick conversation with them before leaving the room.

I stood as I had been left: completely naked and shaven as smooth as a baby with my hands upon my head and my legs spread widely apart. 

I felt utterly humiliated as I stood there waiting, not daring to move an inch. The two warders moved away from me to the far wall and stood with their backs to it, looking towards me. I felt a strong urge to clasp my hands over my genitals, but the fear of the warder's cattle prods stopped me from doing anything so foolish. 

I could not help trembling as the two stunningly beautiful Amazonian girls kept their vigil. I was acutely aware that my penis was still fully erect and throbbing visibly from the attention of the nurses and the pretty sergeant. The warders betrayed no expression as they talked to each other, their voices too low for me to hear their conversation.

I watched the nurses as they left the room. They did not look towards me, instead they chatted amongst themselves. I noticed that they had taken off their rubber aprons and hung them up on hooks set into the wall. Their figures looked even shapelier as they walked side by side through the door.

I tried to think of something other than my humiliation and sexual arousal at the hands of the nurses, but the transition seemed to be too much for my mind to cope with. I looked down at myself, only to see that my penis was still fully erect.

My quiet solitude was suddenly cut short. I felt my cheeks suddenly suffuse with a burning heat as a new wave of embarrassment swept over me. My mouth felt dry and my heart started beating rapidly. I couldn't believe my eyes as the young girl, I had met earlier in reception, walked into the room. She came towards me, her slender body moving gracefully. Her shirt cuffs were still rolled back and she was wearing a full skirt that revealed her pretty knees; the broad striped material had deep patch pockets on either side. Her neat and daintily strapped, high heeled shoes clicked against the tiled floor as she came to stand in front of me.

She was carrying a clipboard which she held with one hand flat against her breasts, as she looked up at me. I had not quite realised just how small and slender she was until she came to stand so close to me. I hung my head in shame at my blatantly obvious sexual arousal, trying in vein not to look at her as she examined my naked body from head to toe. 

I watched as she examined my freshly shaven pubic area and my erect penis. She did not comment and her neat features showed no expression as she lifted her hand to my chin and turned my head so that I could not avoid looking into her eyes. Her confidence and authority seemed at odds with her youthful and studious appearance. 

She did not take her hand away but held my chin gently as she looked keenly at me from behind her slender framed glasses.

Her voice was gentle and softly spoken.

"I am going to take you to the duty sister for your medical examination. If you promise to be a good boy, I can take you to get a drink of water first. Do you think you can behave and not cause me any problems?"

I looked at her gratefully, even though my cheeks were burning with shame as she addressed me as one would address an errant schoolboy, being made to stand naked through her thorough visual appraisal of my naked body. My mouth was dry and I realised that my throat was parched.

I managed to stammer a reply as I was made to look into her eyes. "Er... yes miss... I mean I am dry miss... er thank you miss."

She seemed satisfied with my humility and looked around at the two warders. "I am going to take him for a drink of water. There is no need to come as I have a CP if there is a problem." She patted her pocket twice and then turned back towards me. I could see that the warders had looked at me warily and then at each other. Eventually they had seemed satisfied with my look of humility and embarrassment and had nodded confirmation to the young receptionist.

"Now, listen to me! You are to keep your hands on your head and walk in front of me, when we reach a door; stop; and I will open it for you. If I see you move without instructions, I will stun you; do you fully understand what I have just said to you?"

I could not believe that such a young girl could have such authority over me... and the thought of her having a cattle prod ready to inflict such severe pain sent a shiver down my spine.

Whether it was the previous instructions of the sergeant or what, I do not know, but I repeated the instructions she had given me word for word.

She made no comment, but took her hand from my chin and placed it on my hip. Her hand felt cool against my fevered body. She pressed against my hip, gesturing for me to head towards the door. I managed to stumble over the first few paces, before gathering my stride and stopping with my legs together as I reached the door. I felt her slender body brush against my nakedness as she moved past me and opened it.

"Stop when you get into the corridor."

I obeyed her every instruction as we moved through the corridor, eventually stopping against an open doorway that led to a small tiled room with a table, several chairs and a sink with coffee making materials on the draining board. Beside the sink was a small refrigerator.

"Stop" she commanded, her voice was softly modulated but firm.

I obeyed instantly, standing with my hands clasped to my head.

"Right on my next instruction; place your hands flat against the wall above your head and lean against it with your legs spread as wide as you can get them. Got it?"

I nodded dumbly at her question.

"O.k... that's the way... no legs further back... hands further apart... just like you were going to be frisked." I moved my body until it was positioned just as she wanted it. I was leaning well forward with my legs stretched widely apart, blushing as I realised that my penis and testicles were rudely on display from the rear. My penis was no longer erect, but was hanging down although the flesh still fat and swollen.

Suddenly without warning I felt a sharp sting across my buttocks. I gasped as I realised that she had slapped my bare bottom. I gasped more in shock than in pain as she moved her body close to me before I could rear up.

She placed her hands gently against my hips and spoke softly to me. "Just stay like you are until I have finished what I am going to do. Don't move... and don't speak unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?

"I mumbled my reply." Er... yes miss... don't move and don't speak."

"Good boy, now stay still." Her voice was even softer as she stood back. I felt vulnerable as I leaned against the wall with my legs stretched widely apart and my head hanging down between my outstretched arms.

"Right arch your back and push your bottom up a bit more. There that's the way!"

Suddenly I felt her place her cool hands upon both my buttocks. I gasped, but managed to stay still as she slid her fingers into the cleft, parting the cheeks of my bottom. I shivered but stayed bent over against the wall as her fingers became bolder. She slipped her fingers down the cleft between my buttocks and stretched them apart. 

I could feel her fingers probing at sphincter. I shuddered as she pressed the tip of her finger hard against the opening. I was shivering as suddenly something small and hard was deftly slipped up through the opening. I felt a cold lubricant being spread around the entrance to my bottom as well as being squeezed up inside me.

"Relax, your bottom... come along now." Her voice although low in volume, had a firm tone to it. I tried to do as instructed and quickly felt her finger slide easily up inside me.

"I do like nice cleanly shaven boys. Now stay still and for goodness sake and try and relax."

"Arcchhh... arggghhh." I groaned as her slender digit penetrated me fully. I could feel my knees shivering as I felt an unexpected and unknown pressure deep inside me. I had never felt anything like it before; it seemed to penetrate the very core of my being.

I felt her other hand slip around my waist and press flat against my lower tummy and pubic area.

"My they have shaved you nice and smoothly, haven't they... all that nasty hair is gone!" I felt an incredible pressure as she seemed to curl her finger up inside me. I felt my penis pulse and jump as her finger moved deftly within me.

"Ooooh ... argghhh. er miss." I groaned as her fingers that were resting against my tummy suddenly grasped the tip of my penis.

"There that didn't take long did it." Quickly she let go of my penis and withdrew her finger from my bottom. I felt her hand flatten against the soft flesh of my buttocks and slide down and between my legs.

"Arghhhhh"

I groaned as my testicles were suddenly encased inside her cool slender fingers.

"Ssshhhh... she whispered as she palpitated the sensitive orbs between her fingers. I felt her lean her body against me as she reached her other hand between my legs and wrapped her fingers around my erect penis. Gently she slipped the foreskin back until the skin was stretched tight. 

"Ooohhhhh... arggghhhh." I gasped as she handled me as if I were an animal being examined for sale. I felt my penis throb as her fingers explored the contours of my rigid flesh. I could feel her breath against my back and her small soft breasts press against me as she held my genitals captive in her hands.

"My, your testicles are full, don't you have a girlfriend?"

I could only manage to mumble as she held me firmly.

"Come along answer me... I said; do you have a girlfriend?"

"Er... n'no miss, I haven't got a girlfriend... argghhh." She squeezed my testicles, making me gasp at the indignity and embarrassment of it.

"Well, you must masturbate... do you pull your penis, mmm?"

I was trembling with embarrassment.

"Err s'sometimes er.. miss."

"Naughty boy... playing with yourself... you ought to get a girlfriend."

She squeezed my penis firmly... I could feel it throb almost uncontrollably with the pressure and the softness of her fingers.

"When did you last go with a girl?" She squeezed my member moving her delicate fingers expertly over the rim of the glans.

"Er... I haven't had... erm a..." I could not finish the sentence, such were the sensations that she was causing to race through my body.

"Well... a lovely boy like you, never having had a girlfriend. I ought to take you in hand properly." Her fingers continued to play havoc with my emotions as she held me firmly captive in her hands.

"Arghhhhhh... ooohhh... er pleasssse er I feeeeel er oooohhh." I babbled incoherently as my penis began to throb more violently. Quickly she took her hands away from my genitals and back through my legs. Instead she placed them on my waist and moved them around my torso. She smoothed them over my tummy and then upwards, her fingers quickly locating my nipples, which she began to tease with her fingers nails.

She spoke again, quickly... more urgently than her usual measured instructions.

"Turn around with you back pressed to the wall and your hands upon your head. Come along... do as you are told."

Her hands left my body and she stepped backwards, as I straightened my back and stood up; quickly turning around and placing my hands upon my head. I blushed profusely as I saw that my penis was pointing upwards at the ceiling; rigid and straight. She saw my blush of embarrassment and put her hand tenderly on my cheek. 

"My you are a shy little boy aren't you? Well just stand still and get your legs spread apart as wide as you can". She did not seem the least concerned or embarrassed at her intimate handling of my genitals as she looked at my body; her gaze cool and appraising. 

She placed her hand upon my cheek and moved close to me, her young body pressing against my erect penis as I blushed once more. "Now just close your eyes until I tell you otherwise." 

I let my eyelids close lightly, but still managed to see her through my eyelashes as I felt her gentle fingers trace over my cheek before she took her hand away and stood back from me.

I stood in silence shivering with acute sensation and embarrassment. It seemed to be several minutes that I stood in silence and semi-darkness, with my hands clasped on top of my head and my feet spread widely apart upon the tiled floor.

I waited as she made a careful examination of my body: her appraisal was cool and clinical as she stood watching me.

The silence was broken by my gasp of embarrassment as she slipped her hand beneath my penis and delicately drew her nails up the length of the shaft, watching me as I gasped for breath.

Suddenly she took a firm hold of my penis and brought her other hand beneath me to grasp my testicles. "Stay still" she urged as she squeezed me so firmly that she caused me to gasp in pain.

"Shhh... not a sound!"

She squeezed me again, this time more gently and then let me go.

I stood as I had been instructed, still with my eyes closed as I heard her open the door of the refrigerator and the distinctive sound of a glass being filled.

"O.K. take your hands from off your head and open your eyes." I obeyed once again as she moved towards me and offered me a glass of water.

She looked amused as I drank thirstily, finishing most of the glass almost immediately.

"Right now, finish your drink... and give me the glass. She looked at my penis which was throbbing visibly as she stood with her legs astride waiting for me to empty the glass. She took a small tube from the table top and screwed the cap on it, before slipping it into the wide pocket of her skirt.

"Turn around and face the door, and put your hands back on your head..." She took the glass and waited until I had obeyed. She stood behind me and stoked her hand gently over the cheeks of my bottom before flicking the tips of her fingers against the soft flesh. "O.K. The same routine as before... along this corridor and turn right... stop at the fourth door and wait."

I felt humiliated and utterly stupid as I was made to walk naked down the long corridor. I could not help my penis swaying from side to side as I walked. I am sure I heard a stifled giggle from the young receptionist as I presented my side view to her, while turning to face the door.

We entered a room which was very large and modern. It had two very sophisticated looking examination tables set into the floor, each having a variety of highly technical looking equipment surrounding them. The floor was completely tiled in large white tiles and the walls were finished in a pastel shade of smaller sized tiles. Around the perimeter of the room were white integrated drawers and cupboards: medical equipment and instruments were neatly placed on the surfaces. The nurses that had embarrassed and humiliated me just a short time ago, now stood by the first of the examination tables. I blushed a deep shade of red as the young receptionist smacked me on the bottom.

"Go and stand in front of the table and remember to do as you are told." I did not dare to look into the eyes of the nurses. I could see from the look of amusement on their faces that my erect penis had not gone unnoticed. I blushed again as I approached them, my eyes downcast in absolute horror at the embarrassment of my position. I felt the soft cool hands of the pretty blonde haired nurse, as she held my waist and turned me so that my bottom was touching the end of the examination table. "Sit on here. " 

She watched as tentatively as I obeyed. She lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. I could see that there was still a hint of amusement on her face. "Just follow my instructions and you will be fine. Now open your knees so that your feet are spread well apart on the floor... there... that's the way." I could feel my face burning as she looked down at me. My penis was pointing upwards straight towards her as she watched me position my knees; casually she placed the palm of her hand on the inside of my thigh and looked at me directly. 

"Now lay back and stretch your arms out above you." I coloured up again as I realised the humiliating position I would be in and how exposed my genitals would be to the view of the nurses. The two dark haired nurses had moved to either side of me; suddenly their gently fingers were touching my chest and shoulders, helping me to lie back on the sheet of white cotton that covered the surface of the examination table. I could not help shiver as my skin touched the cool cotton. One of the nurses bent right over me, her beautiful face only inches from mine. 




Punishment 2015



"Now let's have those arms stretched out above your head. There that's it. Now just relax your legs, so that we can lift them up into the stirrups." 

I shuddered as the nurses gently lifted my legs. I could not help gasping as they were placed widely apart in the stirrups before the nurses fastened straps around my shins to hold my legs in position. One of the nurses pressed a button, making the stirrups slide backwards towards my chest; I shuddered with the indignity of my positioning as my knees were eventually slid back until they were above and to either side of my head.

Finally I was positioned to their satisfaction; laid back with my legs spread wide apart, my bottom completely lifted off the bench with a padded wedge under the small of my back. The nurses stood at either side of my body looking down at me. I could not have ever envisaged a more humiliating scenario. I felt tears form in my eyes as I shivered in shame.

I could not have articulated the thought, but there did seem to be more gentleness, more concern from the nurses as I lay there, trying to avoid looking them in the eyes.

One of the nurses lifted my arm and placed it a alongside my body. I could not help looking at her as she wrapped a pressure cuff around my arm and inflated it. I could feel a firm steady pressure as she looked intently at the gauge, squeezing the bulbous rubber occasionally as she listened to my pulse above the cuff. Eventually she released the pressure and unwrapped the cuff. To my dismay she put her hand gently on my chin and turned my head towards her. I had to look into her eyes as she spoke to me.

"Well, young man... your blood pressure seems to be in order." I looked at her, feeling my embarrassment bringing more colour to my cheeks as she deliberately looked down between my legs. "Mind you," she continued, smiling at my embarrassment; "It looks as if I you were demonstrating that to me anyway." I blushed an even deeper shade of red as she indicated my erect penis. I could do nothing but shamefully turn my head away from her.

If I had thought that there would be an end to my embarrassment I had been sadly mistaken. I saw the nurses all turn to the end of the bed and stand straight as the tall, beautiful personage of Debbie Pearson approached me. I shut my eyes, squeezing the lids tightly in abject humiliation as she came to stand between my widely spread legs. I heard her speak to one of the nurses, her voice light and businesslike. "Is he all ready for me?" The nurse replied promptly.

"Yes sister, his blood pressure is excellent."

"Well done!"

I felt utterly exposed and shamed as I felt her hand gently rest on the inside of my thigh. "Right young man... let's have those eyes open. I am going to palpitate your tummy and I want you to tell me if you feel any pain." I groaned with the trauma I was feeling as I opened my eyes. Shamefully I looked at her beautiful face, feeling the anguish of my situation wash over me. I could not have felt worse, or even imagined a situation that could have made me feel more ashamed than this.

To my utter dismay, I felt her bare arm brush against the tip of my erect penis as she placed her hands flat against the upper part of my stomach. I watched and shivered helplessly as she pressed gently, almost sensuously against the flesh of my tummy. I gasped and shivered as her soft cool hands moved lower towards my exposed genitals, as she continued with her examination of me.

"Any Pain here?" She asked, her question delivered in a matter of fact tone.

I was in turmoil as her hands moved to the soft, freshly shaven flesh above the bone of my pubis. "What about here, do you feel anything?"

I managed to mutter and shake my head as she continued to press against my flesh. At last she seemed satisfied and lifted her hands from me and then... before I could feel any relief from my embarrassment she gently lifted my testicles.

"I want you to cough... for me." I groaned... and then coughed lightly. I could feel her squeeze and jiggle the soft orbs of flesh in her fingers.

"No... I'm afraid that won't do... I want a nice big cough. Come along now." I could not help my face from colouring to a deep crimson as I coughed again, loudly this time; feeling utterly stupid and vulnerable as she gripped my entire scrotum within her slender fingers and moved the testes to and fro inside the sac.

"That seems fine, now... er Stephen isn't it?" She looked towards one of the nurses. "Yes sister his name is Stephen Ryder."

"Well Stephen... I want you to breathe deeply while I just have a little feel inside your bottom." I shivered at her words... feeling utterly bereft of any self esteem as she picked up a pair of rubber gloves; my only saving grace was...that she did not seem to recognise me.

I watched helplessly as she lubricated several of the fingers of her right glove. Suddenly, I felt all four nurses place their hands on me. Simultaneously, two of the nurses, placed their hands on my shoulders and chest, while another placed both hands upon my hips and tummy. To my horror the fourth nurse nonchalantly grasped my erect penis and at the same time cupped my testicles. I shivered in shame as she bent my penis forward and lifted my testes upwards from beneath my widely spread legs.

It was in a mist of shame that I felt Sister Pearson's fingers gently pry within the cleft of the cheeks of my bottom. With a gentle, practiced motion she quickly slipped a finger up inside me. I could not help looking at her as she increased the pressure until her finger was all the way in.

"Just relax," she cooed, as she reoriented her finger deep within me. She watched me intently as she curled her finger up against my prostate. I could only tremble in anguish as I felt my penis throb between the nurse's fingers in answer to the strong stimulation. I turned my head in shame as Sister Pearson looked at the nurse enquiringly. There were no words spoken as the young nurse released my penis and Sister Pearson wrapped her own fingers around it as once more she stimulated my prostate gland.

"Argghhhh," I could not help groaning as she repeated the procedure, now being able to feel for herself, the answering throb of my penis.

"Ah, an excellent penile response."

I shivered in shame as she stimulated me in a quick series of prods of her finger deep inside me, before releasing my penis, which to my horror was throbbing visibly. I watched in anguish as it bobbed up and down, lifting up from my body of its own volition with each pulse.

I felt her gently slide her finger from my bottom, her eyes watching my penis as it throbbed uncontrollably.

I heard the door open and the clatter of high heeled shoes approach the bench. I saw a lady of perhaps thirty five years of age stand beside Sister Pearson and look down at my naked and trembling body.

She was dressed in a smart navy blue pinstriped business suit. Her hair was brushed back from her beautiful and intelligent face. She showed her perfect teeth in a bright smile as she greeted the Sister. "Well I can see that you have been busy... we are ready for him now."

She turned her head towards me and looked closely at my penis, which was throbbing violently. Her well groomed appearance made me feel even more ashamed of myself as she casually leaned forward and took hold of the tip of my penis. "I think you will have to do something about this sister, before he goes through. We have some visitors... so perhaps if you would?"

"Of course, it should only take a few seconds." Sister Pearson smiled at the lady and quickly moved closer to the juncture of my thighs.

I seemed to be shrouded in a haze of pure anguish and embarrassment as I felt the slender finger of Sister Pearson once more slip deftly up in between the cheeks of my bottom, easily slipping through the sphincter in a well practiced manoeuvre. The nurse, who was still holding my testicles, tightened her grip, lifting them up gently as she moved them around in her delicate fingers.

"Argggghhh." I groaned again as Sister Pearson, quickly located the plump gland of my prostrate. Without preamble, her fingers encased the shaft of my penis and she retracted the foreskin until it was stretched tightly back against the base of my penis.

I had never felt so completely vulnerable, as gently she smoothed her hand over my rigid member; the sensations so intense, that I tried to raise my hips to evade the skilful milking motion of her hand.

She leaned forward as I tried to avoid looking at her. "Don't turn your head away Stephen, I want you to look at me."

I timidly obeyed, my mind in turmoil as she transfixed me with her beautiful green eyes.

"Is this what you imagined, Stephen? When you used to look at me across the quadrangle, all moon faced and wistful. Is this what you were thinking... that I would be milking your penis for you?" I was dumbfounded. Such was my abject humiliation that I wished a hole would appear in the ground and swallow me up. I could not believe it! She had remembered me... and she knew exactly who I was.

I groaned in despair as her hand moved slowly and deftly; inexorably bringing me to a reluctant climax. I felt my whole body stiffen as semen rushed from my testicles and prostate, erupting from the tip of my penis with a strength and vigour that I had never thought possible. I felt my whole body tremble, quaking uncontrollably as I ejaculated. I thrashed my head from side to side, such was the absolute culmination of my pent-up emotions.

"Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh." I could not help the sounds that were emitted from my constricted throat muscles as my hips bucked and my penis erupted with large globules of semen. Time after time I felt the Sister's fingers jab hard against my prostate... each touch eliciting a further emission from my wracked body.

I was being skilfully and dextrously drained, unable to control any part of my physical or emotional will.

The nurses held me firmly as the Sister continued to manipulate her finger deep inside my body; the fingers of her other hand, sliding skilfully up and down the shaft of my penis. I ejaculated countless times until my body froze; my sinews locked rigid in an obscene and wanton display of uncontrollable emotion.

Gentle hands smoothed over my skin as the last globules of semen were extracted by the sister's skilful fingers.

I felt the young nurse exert a firm pressure around my testicles as the Sister drew her hand up from the base of my penis to the very tip, her slender fingers firmly eliciting the very last drops of fluid from my exhausted body.

I felt drained... emotionally and physically as all of the nurses busied themselves cleaning the semen from my stomach and chest. In a daze, I felt the finger being gently withdrawn from my bottom; I felt a blackness descend upon me and for a time, remembered no more.

Debbie Pearson

Debbie had seen Stephen enter the building that morning, catching a glimpse of him in the security monitor. She had popped her head out of the door behind the reception counter only for an instance, to see if she had been correct. Although she was pretty sure that it was Stephen, she had checked the name on the form as the copy had come through to her office.

Although Stephen had not known it, Debbie was well aware of Stephen at school. She had seen him, like many others, look at her surreptitiously. She had always been aware of her good looks and had adopted an attitude, like many other very pretty girls, of aloofness. Her attitude had quickly distanced her from much of the unwanted male attention she had been subject to at school.

She had first noticed Stephen looking at her while she had been outside in the school quadrangle. His attentions had been remote and unthreatening, never even coming close to where she had been standing or sitting talking to her girlfriends. Normally she would have not given him another thought had it not been for his exceptional good looks and his respectful attitude. She had carefully enquired as to who he was, but had been careful not to draw attention to her interest in him.

It had been the annual sports day that had really brought him to her attention. She had been walking past the field changing rooms. These were brick outbuildings that were situated right on the edge of the sports field. They were designed to accommodate equipment that would be needed during a football or baseball game or for a player to change kit during a game for one reason or another.

As she walked past an open door she had seen Stephen dressed only in a jock strap, standing next to his locker. She had stopped for a brief moment and admired his slim physique, before moving quickly on to meet her friends and watch the athletics competition. She knew he had not seen her as he had searched for clothing in his locker.

The visual image of his almost naked body had stayed with her and she had often wondered what had become of him. She had read in the newspapers last year how his parents had been killed in an automobile crash. She had had an impulse to send him her condolences, but had not known his address or if perhaps he would remember who she was.

Now he was in her charge, sentenced to be soundly strapped by the duty sergeant. She knew she was already sexually excited by the prospect, but equally she felt sorry for the boy.

Debbie had taken the job a year ago. She had since school always wanted to pursue a worthwhile profession although she did not need to ever earn a living. Her parents were one of the richest families in the state. They had indulged their daughter and had been pleased that, rather than become a lazy socialite, she had taken up nursing. They had furnished with her own private and luxurious house, beautifully situated in the best area of the city and had given her an income that would have been the envy of even the most successful businessman. To look after her needs, her mother had insisted that she kept the family's two most trusted and discreet Pilipino maids.

Her introduction to the center had been by one of the nurses she had worked with in the hospital operating theatre. The nurse had recognised her skill at monitoring the vital signs of patients and had got her an interview at the centre. Her first introduction to the work of the center had been a severe cultural shock, but to her own surprise she had guiltily felt an incredible sexual delight as she had watched a boy being soundly beaten with the regulation punishment strap.

As her first year had progressed, she had delighted in jointly subjugating offenders to humiliation and embarrassment. The better looking the young boys were, the more pleasure she had derived from her part in their punishment. She could not have denied her delight at having Stephen under her control or her sexual interest in him. She had felt a thrill run through her body as Althea had whispered to her after bringing him in to the examination room. The young receptionist's voice had been excited and urgent.

"He hasn't got a girlfriend... never really had one...and get this... he's a virgin. Can you believe that an absolute, lilywhite, never been touched nineteen year old... VIRGIN."

Debbie smiled as she thought of Althea... the girl was incorrigible. She had invited Althea to her home, for a weekend by the pool. Several of the nurses regularly came over each weekend and on this occasion Althea had arrived and had immediately gone up to one of the pretty blonde nurses. Jane, who was a slender girl, was lying upon a sun bed wearing a bikini. Althea had whispered to her and then kissed her on the lips before untying the bottom of her bikini. Debbie had been amused, but not surprised, as Althea had taken off her glasses and laid between the girl's slender legs, immediately pressing her lips to the girl's vagina. As Debbie had approached them, somewhat taken aback; Althea had turned her head and without a hint of embarrassment said to her: "Hi Debbie, be with you as soon as I try this out... found a new way to lick clit."

It had not taken long before Althea had worked her impish charm upon Debbie. She had been a little taken aback and surprised at her own sexual feelings as they had lain together one afternoon. Debbie had succumbed to Althea's advances, letting the slender young girl, gently stroke her breasts, almost absent mindedly, as they had talked and lounged by the pool. Debbie realised that the girl was an expert in the way she seemed to know exactly where and when to touch to elicit the greatest sensation. Debbie had allowed the young girl's fingers to roam over her body... and in no time she realised that her body was being brought to a violent and satisfying orgasm by the lips and slender fingers of the young nymph.

Althea had become a permanent weekend guest, as had most of the staff from the center. It was not just that they were all friends, but also because they could discuss the center and their feelings freely without outsiders. On the occasions when there were guests, other than those from the center, everyone had found the atmosphere rather strained and the conversation guarded. So it had become a weekend retreat for center staff only; all of them, enjoying the luxurious lifestyle of their friend without jealousy or resentment at her personal wealth or privileged upbringing.

Debbie was delighted to have met Stephen again... and under these circumstances, her mind raced with the almost limitless possibilities. His body was even better than she had remembered it... and now that she was able to examine him at her leisure she was delighted that his penis and testicles were better developed than she had thought they would be. She loved the look of the boys when they had been shaved and the delicious feel of their smoothly shaven genitalia.

She could not remember exactly when during the day that she had decided that she was not going to let him go. Although she was still uncertain about how exactly she would go about possessing the boy, she realised that that was exactly what she wanted to do: possess him, have total control over him.

Debbie looked down on the naked boy, admiring every contour of his body as she stood back before turning her head towards the center principle.

"He will be alright soon. I think it's a combination of all that he's been through so far, but he will be ready in a few minutes, I am just going to have one of the nurses measure him and I will get her to adjust the stock. You said that we have visitors; anyone I know?"

Tricia nodded. "Yes the judges from the court. I think you already know Constance... and probably some of the others. I think there will be a full house today... with him being... er good looking and all. Word seems to get around somehow!"

Debbie watched as Patricia Hodge left the room and then turned her attention back to the boy. She watched one of the nurses begin to measure him, taking the tape carefully to various points of his body. 

There was always a certain excitement among the nurses as offenders were nearing their time of their punishment, but today there seemed to be some mixed feelings. Where as normally there was a sexual vindictiveness in the handling of young male offenders: the girls usually delighting in teasing the unfortunate miscreant with jibes such as, holding his erect penis firmly and saying "Bet this is not so cocky when you feel the strap on your bottom." On this occasion they had felt differently about the timid young boy, even before they had read the transcript of the trial.

Debbie looked at Stephen as he began to stir back into consciousness. She had made up her mind that she would treat him efficiently and clinically, if there became an opportunity to help him through it in anyway then she would try.

It would be a different matter, once he had completed his punishment; then she would do her best to afford him every comfort.




Punishment



She had been kneeling in the same position for over two hours and her feet were starting to fall asleep. Discreetly shifting her weight she hoped the slight jingle of chains and creak of leather were not too loud. She was currently being punished for being a distraction. 

Master was working from home this week on an important project and had no time for her. Earlier that morning she had tried to instigate a little personal time while He was deeply involved with facts and figures. He had given her twenty delicious minutes in which He reminded her she was His pet and put her in her place.

He pushed her forward over His large wooden desk, His large muscular frame able to overpower her easily; delicately trailing His fingers over the light fabric she was wearing. He reached under the desk and pulled out His Toybox. 

Firstly He pulled out the soft black leather collar locking it in place around her neck with a little silver lock. She knew she had to obey His every word now if she wanted to be unlocked. Master had torn off the little pink dress she was wearing revealing her to be naked and roughly pulled her arms behind her, fastening her slender wrists with the heavy leather cuffs she was so familiar with. 

Master silently pulled her upright, palming one of her D-cups which were pushed forward due to the position of her arms. He pulled a length of rope from the box and worked it around her body and upper arms, tightly lashing around her breasts turning them into sensitive orbs. Reaching into His box again He pulled out a thin chain with two clips at each end. Pinching her exposed nipple hard He clamped the cold clip down, then fed the chain through the metal circle in the front of the collar before attacking the second reddening nipple. Every slight movement tugged sending shocks of pain.

Lastly to silence her gaspy moans He forced the oversized red ball gag between her pouting lips, His second favourite thing to push into that small mouth. Pulling a second silver lock from His pocket He snapped it closed, fastening it tightly around her face. 

For the first time that day a smirk flashed across Masters lips, He really loved to see her face like that, it made her blue eyes so wide, expressive and helpless.

Pulling her suddenly by the ring in her collar He trotted her to the circular cushioned ottoman, the chain catching and jerking achingly with each step and pushed her into a kneeling position with her restrained breasts forced against her thighs.

He suddenly spanked her firm ass cheek catching her by surprise, making her arc up before He held her down with a large hand. "Don't move." He ordered. He spanked her hard several times more, turning her milky white skin red under the assault. 

Her moans were trapped in her throat, unable to escape past the ball that forced her mouth open wide, however a long line of drool had begun to seep from the corners of her plump stretched lips, sliding over her engorged breasts and thighs.

She heard Him again in His Toybox but she was afraid to see and disobey His order of moving would mean she would be more harshly punished. Master was behind her again and holding the rope that bound her torso so she wouldn't pull away as a lubricated object was slowly forced into her asshole.

"Take it pet." He ordered calmly, pulling the butt plug out the whole way and pushing it slowly back in, an action he continued several times enjoying the guttural moans that attempted to be heard. 

The plug wasn't the biggest He had used on her but it currently felt enormous in her tight hole. She could feel the effects of the punishment dripping down her inner thigh, an aching to be touched in the most personal way and a longing to please her master. 

He raised her face gently, her expression pitiful and His expressionless. Sliding a headband with white pointed ears attached over her head, trapping her blonde curls out of the way. 

Master pushed the ottoman next to his office chair and sat in it. She was now in the perfect place to keep an eye on. He could see her big eyes, stretched mouth drooling over her pinched swollen nipples as well as pet her in His favourite way. He rubbed the sore red handprints on her ass and then gently tugged at the tail attached to the inserted plug as if he was caressing His pet pussy.

And that was how she had been for nearly three hours now, every few minutes Master would slowly run His hand down her lower back, over her plump rump and then pull on the soft white tail plunged deep in her ass. She was so pouncy and desperate to be fucked however He wanted but that was all part of the punishment.



Punishment



Tiffany and I arrive about a half hour late. There were about sixteen or seventeen girls already there and we laid our surprise gifts on the table. Barbara still hadn't shown up so we wandered around introducing ourselves to the others. This was a bachelorette party for Blanch and the three of us had been asked to attend. 

Actually it was sort of a stag party for women, most were a wee bit younger than Tiffany and I but it was a fun thing to break up the boredom of another Friday night at the bowling alley. That's where we had met most of the girls. The great room was magnificent. Large with a curving staircase that led to a sort of balcony that overlooked the room below, and there was plenty of space to move around in. We went to the punch bowl and nearly lost our breath. Whoever had made the punch had spiked it with enough alcohol to wipe out an army. 

We found seats and chatted for a while. Soon the conversation turned to Blanches wedding night and we began kidding about what she might expect. A few of the girls here were married. Several for a couple of times and one or two were between husbands. The rest of us were still looking. So naturally the story's that were exchanged were a bit off color to say the least. Size was one of the topics along with performance and endurance. Then it got really down and dirty about what chaps would and wouldn't do. 

By the time Barbara arrived, the punch bowl had been refilled and she tried to catch up as fast as she could. We were three sheets to the wind by this time, and that's when the male stripper arrived. He wasn't exactly a Chippendale but he sure looked good. Rather young, but he certainly had a beautiful body. 

He got ready in one of the guest bedrooms and came out in a black vest and pants, a white collar and tie and white wristcuffs. Within ten minutes we had him down to just a tight pair of shorts, the tie, and the white wristcuffs. Now the party got a bit out of control. I don't know how many other parties he had performed at but at this one he was in trouble almost from the start.

Girls began tucking bills into his waistband and goading him to take it off..."Take it all off." He was actually shy and that's when Margaret blindfolded him and some of the more daring girls began to tug his shorts off. He was pretty well stacked and some of the girls began daring one another to go a bit further. 

One girl, Jan I think her name was, opened her blouse and stood behind him and rubbed her breasts against his back while reaching around his hips and fondling his cock. That worked miracles, and soon he had a good six inches of cock standing out in front of him and there were the usual Oooh and Aaah as another girl began sliding her hand up and down his cock.. The foreskin slid back and forth over its head so it would peek out, then vanished. 

Then the betting began. "Bet you can't get him to cum for you," or "I bet you I can," sort of thing. Most of the girls just gathered around and watched. But some really were getting aroused and started stripping down and rubbing their breasts against him and started telling him to suck on them. 

That's when another girl, I think her name was Gale, knelt down and opened her mouth. Jan, who had started the whole thing, moved from behind him and began jerking him really fast. 

He couldn't take it, and suddenly shot his load of spunk all over Gale's face and down over her black bra. She has spunk in her hair and all over her face but he had missed her open mouth. Gale went for his cock and cleaned that off with her tongue and mouth. Now I joined in along with Tiffany and we all tried to get him hard again but he couldn't perform after that and he got dressed and left. 

Now the party got really messy. We began opening the gifts and giggling about each. Some of the vibrators were tried out by willing participants and others just made comments. Several of us were down to our panties and bras by now and trying out the different gag gifts. 

The bondage things, or the mitt made out of some sort of soft fur, or even tasting the flavored clit cream. Anything we could joke and fool around with, we tried. That's when Barbara remembered she had left her gift on the desk back at the office. She wanted to drive back and get it, but Tiffany had a better idea. Before we could stop her, she had called the office and asked George if he could bring it over. He was our boss and he always cleared up his workload on Fridays evenings before leaving, so we were pretty sure that he'd still be there. Apparently he agreed to bring it over and we went back to fooling around.

When he rang the bell we were all totally drunk and out of control. Our hostess opened the door, took one look at him and yanked him into the room by his arm, exclaiming, "look what I found." Now there were, ooh's and aahhh's again, and three girls I knew from the bowling alley, tugged him into the center of the room and started making over him. I was horrified and tried to get to the back of the crowd so he wouldn't see me.

The next thing I knew four of the girls had him pinned up against the stairway and one was on stairs just above him. They held his hands up and using the cuffs from the package of bondage stuff, secured him to one of the railing supports. Then they took the leather hood from the package and slid it over his head and eyes while another put a ball gag in his mouth. 

I was giggling by now. To see my boss strung up like that sort of struck me as funny. But when two of the girls began to undo his belt and open his shirt I got really anxious. With that hood over his head he couldn't see anything or anybody, and I dared move to the front of the gathering. When his trousers were off they went for his shorts. That's when the room went quiet. We all stared.

He wasn't hard. He wasn't even semi-hard, but he was big. He started struggling about the same time Barbara whispered to me. "My god, look at that. Make him hard and I bet it's going to be twice as big as that Chippendale chap's was, probably eight inches I bet." I think every girl in the room wanted to get at him. At first I was afraid to even get close to him but knowing he couldn't see what was going on or say anything, I joined in when the others began to fondle him. It was Blanch who began first. It was her party and she made us all keep quiet while she started. We stood around sipping our punch while she knelt down and captured his cock between her lips and began licking its head. He had been shorn of his foreskin and we watched as slowly, like a balloon inflating, it began to rise, and now the heavy breathing in the room got louder. Soft murmurs and suggestive comments began to be exchanged. 

"Do this," Or "do that," began to be suggested. When Blanch backed away and stood up we saw the most magnificent shaft imaginable wavering before him. Someone brought over a leather cock cage thing and attached it to his balls and cinched it around the base of his dick.

Someone brought over a low foot rest and the more daring of the girls began to line up. Some sort of contest had begun. Although it wasn't spoken, it was obvious that they wanted to see which of them could make him come and I suddenly found myself in the line along with Tiffany and Barbara. 

Maybe it was because I wanted to prove something, I'm not even sure, but I stripped out of my clothes entirely. Two of the others had done the same and most of the others were either topless or in their panties and bras. Six or seven of the girls had their turn at either jerking him or sucking him and had failed. I was next and whispered to Tiffany. "I bet I know how. Watch me."

I took the stool away. I'm rather tall so I wouldn't need it. I backed up to him and leaned forward and put my outstretched hands on Tiffany's shoulders for support, and inched back. Someone held his cock out and I felt the head nudge between the plush folds of my pussy. Then Tiffany pushed me back, and his cock slid in like a piston into a silken tube. It seemed to glide along the hot walls of my pussy until my bum was tight up against his thighs. He moaned aloud. 

I hadn't intended to do more, I just wanted the others to see that I was daring, but now Tiffany began pushing and tugging me. My ass was rocking back and forth and I was actually starting to fuck him. 

It happened so fast that I nearly collapsed. I had an orgasm and clung to Tiffany for support. Then I pulled off the thick shaft and staggered to a chair. I turned and watched as Jan tried the same thing. She needed the foot rest but just like I had done, she began working her pussy up and down his cock. She began to get noisy and had to be shushed. She wouldn't stop until she had an orgasm too and like me, had to be helped to a chair. 

By now I was frantic and went back and now he was primed. I pushed one of the girls aside and went to my knees and opening my mouth captured his glistening cock between my lips. I bobbed my head up and down that long thick pole until I felt the first jet splash against the back of my throat. I gulped it down and kept swallowing until he was spent. I had to open my mouth to prove my success. I was better than they were. 

Two of the other girls continued to work on him using the foot stool and backing onto his still rigid cock. I was smashed by now and left with Barbara and Tiffany in a cab, even as the rest of the girls continued to use him. Somehow I was rather pleased at what I had dared do, and knowing he would never know who had done it, heightened my elation. That was until Monday.

Someone at the party had taken three pictures and they were all of me. One of me sucking just the head of his cock, another of his cock almost all the way down my throat and the third of me backed up and riding his shaft. I knew in my heart that if he ever saw them he would be humiliated, and I'd be fired.

Mrs. Beakman, the senior office manager, came over and joked that I had done the impossible. That was followed by a bunch of snide remarks about how to get a promotion in the company, and a lot of questions about how good he was. I finally managed to gather the three pictures up and ran them thru the shredder. I prayed that I had gotten them all and that George hadn't seen them. 

He couldn't be identified in the pictures, but I sure could be. Tuesday came and I hadn't been called in. I figured I was safe and began to feel more confident and actually did a bit of bragging about how it felt, and admit that I had had an orgasm while doing it. The week passed and that Friday afternoon he asked me to stay over and help him out with something in his office. 

When I went in at five, and he locked the door, I knew he had seen the pictures and he knew it was me. He spun me around and slowly began to undo each button down the front of my blouse. I stood still and let it happen. Then he knelt slightly and unzipped the side of my skirt and drew it over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I was backed up against his desk as he slid the straps over my shoulders and undid the hooks in the back of my bra. I was terrified. My breasts tumbled out and he stared at me and ordered.

"Take it off." I looked blankly at him. "I said take it off, your thong, take it off!" I did as he said and unfastened the little bows at the sides and let it drop. "No leave you heels on but everything else goes. Everything, Adele. I'm not fooling! Do it!" 

I stood before him with not a stitch on, and stared into his eyes. "Now me. Undress me just the way you did last Friday." 

I started to tell him that it wasn't me, but the words got caught in my throat and I went to my knees and undid his belt. I undid his zipper and pulled his trousers down. He stepped out of them and I stood up and I took his tie off and removed his shirt. He kicked his shoes off and nodded for me to take his shorts off. This time his cock was semi hard not the way it had started last Friday. 

"Now my little whore, do it just like you did last week. Suck me up until it's hard. This time we won't need your little gadget to keep me up. You're going to do that all by yourself." I didn't need him to tell me what to do. I had thought about it all week and knew exactly what would happen. 

I put his cock between my lips and began to work it in and out. He began to swell up and I cupped his heavy balls in my palm, gently rolling them around with my fingers. He was growing at an alarming rate and my jaws began to ache. He noticed me slowing down and put his hands on either side of my head, holding me still, and thrust his hips forward. His entire shaft slammed against the back of my throat and was rammed in right up to his balls. 

I gagged but managed to gasp for air. He drew out and did it again, but now I was ready. I tilted my head slightly so his cock had a clear channel right down my throat. I felt my heart pulse as he held it there until I was forced to swallow. Then he pulled it all the way out. It snapped up and hit my cheek. 

"You like it don't you? You like the feeling of my cock down your throat like that don't you? Answer me you little slut. You seemed to enjoy telling all the others how much you enjoyed it all week long. Well now tell me!"

I lifted my head and stared up. I swallowed hard and lowered my voice as I answered. "Yes I like sucking your cock." 

"Louder," he demanded, "I didn't hear you." I almost screamed aloud. "YES I LOVE YOUR COCK. I love sucking it. I want it in my mouth all the time."

He wasn't satisfied or pleased with me yet. I had to do or say something more. I confessed. "I've wanted it again all week long. Every time I saw you walk by in the office I dreamed of having it in my mouth." 

"And?" He questioned. "And I wanted to taste your spunk and feel it sliding down my throat. Yes... I want your cock more and more. I'm sorry that the others were there, but I had to do what I did."

He continued: "Not that way. Not humiliating me that way. Did you like feeling my cock sliding inside of your slippery pussy too? Did you enjoy feeling it stretching you open and did you enjoy hearing the others urging you on?"

"Yes. I liked that," I answered. He glared at me and went on. "You came didn't you, you liked it when you came didn't you?" Yes...YES I LIKED IT, I confessed." 

"Do you want it again? Do you want me to slide it deep into that silky tight little pussy of yours again?" 

I didn't answer quickly enough and he spun me around and smacked my arse so hard that sparks seemed to streak thru my mind. "Tell me what you want Adele? What do you need? Another job? Do you want me to make you my private office slut? Maybe I can use you to fuck some of my clients and help out the company that way. What do you want, you little whore." 

"I want to stay here. I'll be your office tramp. I'll take care of you anytime you want. I'll do anything you want me to." 

Something in my mind began realize that he may think he's punishing me, but he isn't. I was getting what I wanted. I wanted to be a slut and I wanted him to make me do whatever he wanted.

Then he told me to bend over the desk. It had been swept clear of everything, and I could barely reach the far side. His hand crashed down on my ass again. I rocked forward. Again his hand came down, and now my butt felt as if it were on fire. Sometimes his palm landed on the back of my thighs, at other times it landed right on the hot cheeks, but always the stinging pain aroused me. He reached over and finally grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Where my groin had been, there was a long slippery spot. I had been so aroused that my pussy was oozing.

He saw it too. Now I was twisted towards him and my breath was coming in short gasps. My breasts heaved and my nipples were hard, protruding forward. He swept the heel of his hand across the slippery spot and smeared it on my nipple then bent his head and began licking it off. My knees were shaking and my head was swimming. 

Some invisible link had been established between my nipple and my pussy. His mouth may have been over my tit but my pussy was tickling and flexing as if it were being fucked. Finally I cracked. I turned my back on him and threw myself onto the desk and offered him my ass again.

As had happened at the party I felt the head nudge between the swells and then seek my opening. I curled my fingers around the front edge of his desk and waited. Almost instantly he thrust forward. I was heave up onto the desk. My feet lifted off the carpet. Again his cock had slid along the buttery lining of my pussy until his balls and thighs slammed against my butt. The difference was that now he was fucking me, and not the other way around. He moved in and out like a jackhammer and I suddenly choked out a cry. I was coming and it was intense. 

He ignored me and continued to pummel my pussy, calling me a whore and any other names that he could think of. And still he wasn't satisfied. 

I was coming, one on top of another now, and my clit was sliding up and down in the slippery juices that were weeping out of my pussy. Between his fat cock trying to turn my pussy inside out and the surface of the desk stroking my clit I was going mad.  

He finally pulled out and my fingers lost their grip on the desk and I slid back and crumpled on the floor. Still he hadn't finished, and putting his hands under my arms lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the desk. I tried to lay back but he held me sitting up. I looked down and watched his cock come closer and closer until its head vanished between the swollen crimson puffs of my cunt. Then I gazed as I watched the heavily veined shaft slip in. I had to grab onto something and suddenly found my arms clutching his neck. He slid his hands down my sides and clasped my butt. I was barely on the edge of his desk as I gazed down between my breasts. 

His heavy cock worked its way in and out and I clamped tight. I thought..."If I don't make him cum in me, he's going to tear me apart." He was driving in and out and my breasts were sliding across his perspiring chest. 

My nipples were being stroked, and I felt myself starting yet another orgasm. That's when I leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder, trying to stop myself from crying out again.

Suddenly he tore my arms from around his neck and pushing me back, pulled out, and began spewing thick jets of hot spunk across my nipples, onto my tummy and my pulsating cunt. I felt a flush of elation. I had satisfied him. I smiled up into his dark eyes and rubbed his spunk into my breasts. My head fell back and I laid there with my head hanging back over the edge of the desk. He vanished from view, but suddenly he was just above my head and I felt his cock trying to pry my mouth open. I was too exhausted to do anything but open wide. His cock slid in and directly down my throat, making it bulge midway down to my neckline. Then he started fucking my throat as if he hadn't even cum before.

His balls slapped against my forehead and nose, and I made this low snorting sort of noise as I tried to breathe. Finally I reached around his legs, and clutching his heavy sack, guided him in and out of my mouth. Within seconds he grunted and pulled way back. His cock sprang free and he held my hand under his... at its base, as he began spurting another shower of warm spunk into my mouth. 

With tears in my eyes and my body aching I lay there staring at the ceiling. Moments later I heard him unlatch the office door. Then he returned and scooped me up. My shoes dropped off and carried my limp body to the executive bathroom. He propped me up against the shower wall. Adjusting the water temperature and setting the shower head on pulse; he held the lips of my pussy apart. 

Now he pressed the jet of warm water hard against the tender slit. I held onto his back as he worked the water jet back and forth across my clit and up and down the crack of my arse. I was beginning to respond again. 




Punishment



Suddenly the water was turned off and I felt his soapy hand stroking my ass. His fingers move inside me and I was turned to face the wall and lean forward. He had lathered his cock and now it was pressing against the tight little tan star. 

I squealed aloud. "Nooooo. You're too big." Then I felt a slight pop and he was inside my ass. The momentary stinging sensation gave way to a feeling I had never felt. I had toyed with my butt over the years as I masturbated sure, but the feeling was nothing close to what I felt now. 

As he moved his cock in and out I supported myself with one arm, and let my other arm drop. Now I could finger fuck myself while he tried to finish again inside me, only now it was my ass that he wanted. 

This next orgasm was something intense and totally different. Somewhere in my mind I visualized that massive cock stroking in and out of my bum and when my fingers began plunging in and out of my pussy, I let out a long moan of satisfaction. I slowly slumped down the wall. I don't even remember if he had finished in me or not. 

The next thing I remember was laying in the ladies lounge and I was fully dressed. My hair was still rather wet and straight but I was dressed. He had even put on my spiked heels and put my purse on the floor beside me. The only thing missing was my thong. I guess he didn't find it under the desk. I found my way to my car and went home and fell asleep without even making something to eat. Saturday and Sunday I nursed myself back to where only my butt was tender and my pussy had finally stopped throbbing. 

Monday Tiffany and Barbara wanted to know why I hadn't been bowling with the team Friday night and although I wanted to tell them what had happened, I kept quiet. Then when the man who paints names on the doors in the office came in around noon, we were all anxious to see whose name would be added to the vacant office door. He wrote with a flourish, the name. M. Y. Strumpet. But I was told that it was to be my office. I was now officially the office slut.



Punishment



Alice kneels on the ice cold cement floor, and stares forward unseeingly with green eyes. Her black hair hung down her back in a single braid. Her pale skin stood out sharply against the black leather corset, and the garters that covered her long legs.

The wooden door creaks at it opens slowly, and Skarlet walks in, heels clicking, and breasts bobbing in their leather prison.

She grabs onto Alice's braid, and pulls her to her feet. "Such a good little slave. Following the rules so well."

As She spoke, She ran her hands over her body. Alice holds her head high, and doesn't react to the attention but for running her tongue over her lips.

Skarlet smirks. "Too bad you didn't do so well last night. You didn't wait for Me, slut. You decided to cum, without My permission."

She smirks, and brings Her hand down onto her ass, hard. The sharp noise echoes in the room, along with the sharp gasp from Alice.

She laughs. "And naughty little sluts deserve punishment."

She pulls Alice over to a small wooden table in one corner, and grabs a bundle of rope off of it. She pulls Alice's arms behind her roughly, tying them together tightly.

She steps back moments later, and looks over her handy work. Alice had her arms tied as to force her shoulders back, causing her breasts to jut out.

Alice's lips were parted slightly, and lust was written in her eyes. Her face was flushed, and she was biting her lip. Skarlet smirks, and reaches down to rub Her fingers across Alice's dripping wet pussy.

A soft moan escapes her lips, and Skarlet pulls Her hand away. "We don't want you to cum just yet. You have to be punished first."

She grabs a few more things off of the table, and leads Alice over to where there are loops in the floor. She turns around, and stands in front of Alice. She reaches up, and grabs onto her nipples roughly. She twists and pulls at the sensitive buds, smirking as Alice starts to moan again. "So the little pain slut is with us today. Wonderful."

She quickly snaps clamps onto her hard nipples, laughing as she yelps, and moans. Sliding a long chain between the two clamps, She pulls at the chain until Alice was bent over at the waist. She ties the chain onto one of the loops, and steps back.

Alice was bent over, ass in the air, wet pussy glinting in the light. The chain attached to her nipples was pulled tight, and she was staring over her shoulder. Her arms were tied up behind her back, hands twitching uselessly.

Skarlet moans silently at the view, and pauses to pull off her underwear, her hard cock throbbing, and twitching.

Alice moans as she hears the soft noise of the underwear hitting the ground. Skarlet grabs a small crop, and rubs it over her ass, and down to ghost over her pussy. She smirks, and brings it down onto the rise of her ass 5 times in quick succession.

Alice yelps, and moans with each hit. Skarlet nods silently, and continues to hit her. Each hit leaving a mark until her ass was bright red, and stinging.

She smirks down at Alice, and rubs her hand teasingly across the inflamed skin of her ass. Her hand travels lower, and rubs a teasing circle around her puckered asshole.

She runs her finger even lower, sliding it into her pussy. When Alice moans, she pulls it out, and runs her now wet finger around her asshole. She smirks down at her, and slides her finger into her ass.

"I think I'm going to use this hole today. It's too easy to make a slut cum when you fuck her pussy." Alice groans softly, and Skarlet catches it.

"Don't worry, I wont let your pussy stay empty. It would be too much of a waste." She walks back over to the table, taking Her time to chose a nice toy before walking back.

She rubs the head of the dildo against her wet pussy, spreading her juice around. Without warning she slams it home, and turns it on to the highest vibration. Alice let's out a pleasures scream before moaning nonstop as the large toy vibrated inside.

She pulls the toy out quickly, getting an idea. "changed my mind. I have a better idea." She takes the nice and wet toy, and starts to shove it into her ass. Alice moans, and spreads her legs more. Skarlet, seeing the motion tsks, and stops, leaving the toy only part of the way inside her.

She kneels down, and ties her legs apart. Grabbing another clamp and chain, she smirks. The clamp snaps into place on her clit as she slams the toy home in her ass. Alice screams and keeps moaning as the pleasure\pain increases. Skarlet hooks the chain to the floor, and smirks at her handiwork.

Alice was bent over at the waist with he hands tied behind her back. Her ankles were tied up, her legs spread wide. A large dildo was in her ass, moving from both the vibrations, and from her ass clenching around it. Her clit had a clamp on it, and a silvery chain was pulled tight, attached to the ground.

Matching chains pulled at her nipple clamps, thus ensuring that if she was to move, she would either rip the clamps off her clit, or her nipples. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her face was a mask of lust, and need.

She positions her cock at her pussy, and stops moving. "Come on slut. Fuck yourself. Just push back. It's not hard." Alice looks back at her, and suddenly pushes back, her cock sliding all the way into her pussy. She groans loudly as the clamps all snap off. Skarlet moans softly, and starts to fuck her hard and fast.

They were both moaning as Skarlet grabs onto Alice's hips, and slams into her pussy with each thrust.

Alice moans, and slams back against her, meeting Skarlet thrust for thrust. After a few minutes of wild, hot, brutal fucking, Alice starts begging.

"Oh! Mistress!! I'm... Gonna.. May I...please let me cum!!! I need to... I'm gonna cum!!!" Skarlet moans. "yes... Cum for me slut... Cum for me... Scream my name... Cum you dirty slut!!!"

Alice moan loudly, and cums with Skarlet's name falling from her lips. As she clenches around Her, Skarlet cums as well, with a loud low moan as she cums deep inside Alice, filling her with her warm cum.

After Skarlet catches her breath, she pulls out from inside Alice, and untied her, and pulls the dildo out. She sits on the ground, and pulls Alice onto her lap. "thank you for letting me do that. Love you." Alice smiles, and turns around, gently giving her a kiss. "I definitely enjoyed it, so don't thank me. And, I love you too."

Skarlet pulls her back into a kiss, and wraps her arms around her.

The End



Punishment



I'm in trouble. I knew it when you started asking me about the camera and the pictures. My phone won't send pictures, but every once in awhile I can borrow a camera so I can take a picture and send it to you. I had only done this once, and you were getting mad because I hadn't brought the option up to you earlier.

"You have been talking to me all this time, telling me I can't have a photo because of your phone, but you could of sent me recent ones through email? So technically speaking, you could have sent me one every week like I would have wanted?"

"Yes sir."

"Hmmmm...you're in a lot of trouble now. We will see if you can get out."

"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. I"ll do anything you want."

"You will always do whatever I want, slut."

"Yes sir, I know. I only want to please you, master."

"So how will you do that slut?"

I stand up, taking off all my clothes except for my heels, I know how much you love me wearing heels, and bend over the bed, my ass in front of you. "Please, spank me master. I deserve to be punished and want to be. Please, take your anger out on my slutty body master."

You stand up. As you undress, you pull your belt out of pant loops, doubling it in your hand. "Oh, I will be spanking you. There will be much more punishment than that though, slut." You hit me, hard, watching as a bright red stripe starts to blossom.

I yelp from the pain, and try to not move too much, knowing that you want me to remain still. You hit me again with your belt, harder. I yelp again, and my legs start shaking. I can almost feel your smile at my ass having two red stripes on it, my legs shaking from the pain. I brace myself for another hit, my body tensed and ready. You start really laying in to me, spanking me while I stifle cry after cry of pain. This goes on for what feels like hours, but I know is only minutes. Finally, you stop, and just stand there, staring at my red ass, all the welts that criss-cross each other from your belt.

I start thinking that maybe the spanking is over and relax. As soon as you notice me relaxing, you hit me again, harder than you ever have before. I fall onto the bed from the shock and pain, shouting out. You drop your belt, and walk up behind me, soothing my cheeks from the spankings with your hands. "You're punishment isn't over, but you have done good so far." You whisper, as you lean into me. I can feel your hard cock pressing into me. You rub your hips back and forth, letting your cock drag against my red, sore buttock.

I gasp from the pleasure and pain combined. You and I both know how wet I already am from being spanked, and you can feel it on the tip of your cock as you drag it across me. I know I'm in trouble, and I probably won't be allowed to cum, but knowing how aroused you are, that I caused it, that you want me and enjoy punishing me... How can I not be excited? I always want you, master, and knowing you want me, makes me want you even more.

I can feel you smile, your cock getting harder, as you feel how wet I am, and how I'm getting even wetter. You take your hands, gripping my shoulders, and pull me up so I'm on my elbows. You drag your nails down my back, leaving red marks to match the ones your belt left on my ass. As you finish dragging your nails down my already burning cheeks, you spank me, hitting both sides, with both hands hard. I keep standing, but my legs are shaking again.

You stand up, and start spanking me. You alternate each hand, watching as my legs and arms tremble, my juices dripping down my legs. My breathing becomes deeper and deeper the more you spank me. Your cock starts twitching the redder my ass gets, the more I start dripping. The smell of my arousal starts filling the room.

I struggle to stay bent over as you continue to spank me. As you hit both of my cheeks at the same time, my legs and arms give out, and I go sprawling on the bed. You grab me by the hair, pulling me up, turning me around to face you. You force me down on my knees, my face in front of your cock. I lick my lips, and look up at your, waiting for you to tell me what to do. You smile, as you start slapping me with your cock, taunting me.

"Do you want to suck my cock, slut?" You slap me again for emphasis.

"Yes master, I want to suck your cock so badly. Please, let me suck your cock. I want to please you! Please, master!!"

"I'm not sure that you have earned that privilege, slut. I'm not sure you are totally out of trouble. I think you need to be punished more. The question is, how should I punish you?"



Punishment



Author's Note: Finally back, this is my first attempt at a solo story in a while after writing with friends during some tough times. Feeling inspired for the first time in a long time. As with all my stories, all characters are eighteen years of age or older.

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He sits quietly in the corner of the room, relaxed against the back of the arm chair as his eyes savored the sight of her through the light haze of smoke. 

Another drag of the cigarette came from his lips. Sweat lightly covered his body, clad in nothing but a pair of dark, tight fitting boxer-briefs. The long night had been one he had enjoyed more than he would have let on to her. Always the cruel, demanding Dominant, he couldn't help but to take satisfaction in the sight of his sleeping Venus splayed out atop the bed.

Bruises covered her body. The mixture of black and blue markings littered across her flesh, indiscriminately placed upon her form. It still sent a chill down his spine to remember her words, those muffled words through the gag. Her begging, that desperate need in her muffled voice for more of the crop and lash, that urge and such strong desire to please her Master. He didn't hold back. Her body, her pale form, bruised and marked like paint upon a canvas. 

He didn't hold back when it came to using his Venus like the canvas she yearned to be for him. 

As he rose to his feet, snubbing out the cigarette in a nearby cup, he could not help but to savor the sight of his Venus. Peacefully she slept, her arms and legs still pulled taunt to the four corners of the bed. He did not need to pull back the blindfold which sat tied around her head, over her eyes. He did not need to remove the ballgag. Slowly, steadily, her chest rose and fell, slumbering away as the exhaustion slowly ebbed from her body.

It wouldn't last much longer. As peaceful as she looked, wearing his markings upon her body proudly, there was still things which needed to be taken care of.

Ever so gently he ran his fingers up her bare, naked leg. Slowly, gently, adoringly grazing his fingertips against the soft, smooth, naked flesh that was all his. Across her waist he went, tracing his fingertips ever so lightly as he finally found the apex between her thighs. He could not help but to smirk as he gently stroked her lips, to feel her beginning to slowly stir as he looked upon the dark, damp pool upon the sheets of the bed. Seeing it made his member twitch in excitement, seeing the evidence of her enjoyment, seeing the pleasure she got from his diligent attention he paid to her.

She moved slowly, sheepishly at his touch. His smirk softly widened as he felt her hips rise ever so carefully against his hand, hungry for more of his touch. "I see someone is finally waking up..." He remarked, slowly sinking one of his thick, masculine digits into her warm depths.

A soft, muffled groan greeted the sudden invasion into the moistened opening. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her head moving, the rising and falling of her chest steadily increasing as he began to curl his finger back and forth within her tightness. His member throbbed within the confines of his underwear, the sight and feel of her reacting so warmly to his touch more than enough to stir his organ to life.

Steadily, in a slow, rhythmic pace, his finger curled back and forth within her, as if coaxing the pleasure out of her with a beckoning motion. The palm of his hand pressed firmly against her mound, holding her steady as his fingers continued. "Tell me, Precious, how many times did you let go while I was having fun with your body?" He asked, his voice calm and steady as his fingers continued.

For a moment she hesitated before answering, and for a moment it was as if he could almost see the wheels turning inside of her head. A soft, meek response came from under the ball gag. 

At first he said nothing. His finger continued to slowly massage her wet, soft walls, until finally being pulled out from the tight warmth. He reached up, his wet fingers deft as they began to unsnap the strap and glistening ball gag from her soft, swollen lips. Casually he threw it away in the room, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thump without care. "I don't think I heard you correctly, Precious." He stated, slowly dragging the finger, which had moments before within her, against her lips. "I know my Little Girl would not have came without first asking, now would she?"

Again she paused, a slight trembling to her form bringing a smirk back to his face. "I'm sorry, Sir..." She began, her voice hesitant to answer his inquisition. "I came four times, Sir, without asking permission."

Silence greeted her response at first. The only physical sign of his presence coming from the touch of his fingers ever so tender as they caressed her face. "I'm disappointed, slave..." He remarked quietly after a moment of silence as he continued to stroke her face. Almost immediately he could see the impact of his words upon her, the knowledge she had let him down, that she had disappointed her Master. Her body stilled, legs straining to close her legs as if attempting to hide her shame. 

"I'm sorry, Sir." She said quietly, her voice meek as almost a whisper. "Please let me make it up to you, Sir. Please..."

Her Master said nothing again at first. His fingers slowly pulled away, as if hesitant to leave the soft flesh that was his by her submission. "You know the punishment, slave." He stated, his tone harder, firmer than before as he stepped away from her bound form.

For a moment he left her laying there upon the bed, her naked body bound to the corners of the bed. He took his time in the moments it took to retrieve her punishment, wanting her to bask in the shame of disobeying his commands and rules. It was only after a few minutes that he came back, holding the instrument of her punishment in his hand. She knew what was coming. She did not need the use of her eyes from behind the blindfold to know what he was retrieving. As he brought the leather keeper of the crop against her flesh, dragging it against her body as he moved closer to her head, he had only confirmed her knowledge of what was to come.

He was slow, careful to climb atop the bed with her. With care he moved atop her body, straddling her head with his thighs spread and knees planted on either side of her head. His fabric-covered member was pressed against her face, forcing her to come into such intimate contact with him, yet denying her the pleasure of having the sensitive flesh exposed to her. Carefully he settled in, his body positioned atop her face, his member pressed against her as it strained at the tight fabric, forcing her to inhale the masculine scent of her Master.

"You know what I am expecting of you, slave." He stated, forcing the leather keeper of the riding crop between her thigh to tap against her exposed flesh. Her body trembled under him. The ropes holding her wrists strained as her fingertips found the firm flesh of his ankles. 

Swiftly the crop cut through the air. From the moment he raised it, a split second later it swatted against the moist, sensitive flesh of her sex. Almost instantly her body jolted from the bite of the crop. He could feel her body tensing, straining at the bonds holding her in place. He was about to speak up, to remind her of what was expected of her, when she finally spoke the words he had been waiting to hear from her.

"Th-Thank you Sir for punishing me." She responded, the stinging pain almost palpable in her voice as he brought the crop down yet again upon her sex.

Again she strained at the bonds, her head pressing firmly against his underside. Her movement was greeted with one of his own as his freehand reached down to press and rub his member against her face through the barrier of the underwear. "Thank you S-Sir, for punishing me." She spoke, her voice strained. This time she spoke much quicker than before, the fact that brought a smirk to his face.

"Much better, girl." He said, slowly tracing the end of the crop against her body. Painstakingly the crop was moved against her body, trailing and tracing against the soft flesh of her mound and thighs. He wanted her to feel the instrument of her punishment teasing her, to torment her with the feel of it against her flesh in a nonthreatening manner. He wanted her to feel it, to know what was there, to be reminded of just what he was capable of doing, of giving her tenderness and pleasure one moment, and biting pain that struck deep the next moment.

With the rising of the crop from her flesh, it hung in the air, hovering over her body as if waiting obediently for the command to strike. He could already feel her tensing under him, the anticipation of the coming punishment building within her as he loomed over her, not knowing when he would strike again.

He did not wait much longer, and this time, he came in swift, striking force. In two swats against her pussy, striking the crop firmly against her wet flesh in quick succession. Almost instantly he could hear the muffled, restrained yelp of pain that stuck in her throat as she tried so very hard to hold back for her Master. For a moment she was silent. He did not need to ask to know she was trying to keep herself restrained from releasing herself yet again, to try and keep herself calm and composed for her Master, rather than letting herself go.

"Th-Thank you, Master for punishing me again and again." She spoke up a moment later, her voice meek, soft as tried to calm the wave of pleasure which threatened to break through.

For a moment he was silent, slowly trailing the moistened crop against her flesh, leaving a trail of her wetness against her flesh with every movement of the crop. "Did you learn your lesson, Precious?" He asked, slowly tracing circles upon her abdomen with the crop.

"Yes." She responded, voicing herself quickly. "Yes Master."

"Well let's see about that..." He said.

The crop was thrown away, toss away like the ball gag from earlier as he settled his body down atop of hers. Knees firmly planted upon either side of her head, an arm hooked under her leg, quick to plunge two fingers deep into the tight, sensual warmth of her pussy. Back and forth his two fingers moved, pistoning in and out in quick succession as his free hand reached to rub and caress her clitoris.

A hitch in her breath greeted his motions, soon followed by the moans and groans he had so very much adored about her. The meek, arousing sounds stirred deep within him as his fingers moved in and out, back and forth within the tightness which gripped his digits. Already he could feel her arms and legs straining at the ropes, the pleasure pouring through her system as he continued the assault upon her body. 

"Please Sir..." She breathed out, her voice panting with the sinful desire. "Please may your girl cum?"

The words were exactly what he was looking for. Yet instead of answering her request, he only furthered the assault upon her sex, his fingers moving in tandem to test her. For a moment he continued, refusing to answer her request even as he felt her body tensing and straining to the limit.

When he knew she couldn't hold it anymore, when he knew he was reaching the limits of her being able to hold, he finally relented. "Cum for me." He commanded, his voice rough, firm with dominance as his fingers pressed deeper into her pussy. "Cum for your Master."

And cum she did. Her moans filled the warm, sensual air of the bedroom, her scent intoxicating as he moved his fingers in and out of her warmth. He did not stop, did not relent, even as he felt her walls tighten around him and her orgasm flowed like sweet ambrosia from her loins. Through it all he continued, his fingers not giving up until her body went limp under him, until her limbs relaxed and the pleasure slowly subsided.

"Thank you, Master..." She said quietly, her voice soft, sated with his attention to her body.

He smirked at her response, her thanks for his punishment and reward. "Good girl..."



Punishment



I kneel naked save for my collar, waiting for you to come in. My eyes are closed and my back is to the door. I hear the door creak and hold my position, shaking a little. I had been bad earlier, not finishing my chores and watching tv instead. You walk up behind me and grab my hair, yanking me up. You pull my face up, forcing me to look you in the eye. My eyes start to tear up from the pain as you pull me up and towards the bed. You sit, ordering me to lay over your lap. Using just your bare hands, you begin to spank me. I cry out with each smack, my ass turning redder and redder.

Taking a small break, you rub my ass. Your fingers wander to my pussy, and you gently brush against it. You feel how wet I have become from the spanking, and you laugh to yourself. You thrust two fingers into my pussy, causing me to lurch forward and gasp. You chuckle again, still not saying anything. I shriek as you suddenly get up, causing me to fall to the floor.

"Bed. Face down, ass up" you order, and I scramble to climb onto the bed. When I'm settled, you move me so my pussy is exposed. I cannot see you, I finally hear the clink of your belt as you begin to take your pants off, and the groan of relief as your erection is freed from confinement. You feel my pussy again, and I hear your footsteps move across the room as your hand leaves my pussy. I have goosebumps from the cold, but I don't complain. I don't want another spanking.

You come back, and I feel something cold on my pussy. One swift movement later, you have an egg vibe in my pussy. You turn it on low, leaving it alone. Next, I feel you lubeing my ass, then a plug is inserted. I moan, as it is a bigger plug than I am used to. You push it in slowly, knowing how it burns. You can see my pussy juices beginning to run down my leg. You shove the plug in the rest of the way, causing me to scream and nearly lose my position.

Still unable to see you, I hear you pull out a toy I could not identify by sound. I hear it through the air, and when it hits my ass, I know it's a whip. It's a soft one, but stings just the same. I cry out with every lash, panting with arousal at the same time. 

When you are satisfied with the colour of my back and ass, you pull the plug out of my ass and the vibrator out of my pussy. I moan at the loss of stimulation, but as you pull me back by my legs to the end of the bed, I know what is coming next. Your cock plows into my pussy. I scream, clinging to the sheets of the bed. My pussy clenches around your cock, squeezing it with every thrust you give. Your hands dig into my sides as you pull me onto you, leaving marks as your nails scratch my skin. 

Suddenly, you groan and pull out. I moan, trying to figure out what you will do next. The whip is back, and with your hard cock bobbing you bring the weapon down on my pussy. I cry out with each strike. With the unpredictableness you know I love, you throw it to the ground, picking up two vibes. You put them on the bed, then I see you reach for the tape. You put the larger vibe into my pussy, taping it down. You do the same with the smaller vibe on my clit, though you do not turn them on. 

I groan in frustration and close my eyes, which turns out to be a bad move on my part. I did not see you take the clothes pins, and squeak as you pinch my skin with them. You kiss and suck my nipples, teasing them to attention. With precision, you place the pins on them, causing a long moan from me. You place a pillow under my back. 

You move from my eyeline once more, though I can hear you stroking your still steel hard cock. You turn both vibrators to their lowest setting. I squirm, and you smack my thighs. "Keep them spread, slutty kitten." Is your only comment as you move a finger in my ass, testing it out. I moan, and you roll your eyes. You move away from me again, and when you return, you are holding a gag. "You're getting a bit loud, kitten." You remark, as I move so you can gag me. You yank on my collar as you finish gagging me, and return to the foot of the bed.

Without warning, your cock is in my ass. I yell out and you groan. My ass squeezes your cock as it moves slowly in. My shout is muffled by the gag as you thrust your cock deeper and deeper into my ass, until you are balls deep. 

You slowly begin to move out, grabbing my thighs as you pull so that just the tip of your cock is left. You slam yourself back in, and I shout with each thrust as you begin to brutally fuck my ass. The low vibrations are teasing me, causing me to clench and unclench around you as I try and find even more stimulation from them. I start thrusting up a bit, looking at you with pleading eyes. You finally give in and turn the vibrators both up, but not enough to satisfy me. 

You continue to pound my ass, my moans and groans muffled by the gag firmly in my mouth. You occasionally smack my sides, causing me to clench around your cock every time you do. Without stopping your thrusting this time, your turn up both vibrators to their highest setting. I am shocked, screaming into my gag as I lurch forward. You grin down at me, continuing to thrust as I squirm and try to thrust back. You grab my legs and push them towards my chest, thrusting deeper into me. I cry out, yelling abruptly into the gag. I look at you with pleading eyes as I continue to scream, begging to cum. You ignore my pleas for release, pounding me without mercy. 

I continue to scream, moving and thrusting and clenching and in essence unable to control myself. I hold on to just one thought "No cumming until daddy gives me permission" though I begin to lose my grip on that thought. You feel me quiver uncontrollably, about to cum with or without permission.

You reach past my legs, causing them to spread. You hold onto the pins on my nipples, knocking the other ones off, I yelp from the pain, though I love it. You thrust into my ass harder than before, giving it all you have. You are close to cumming. You order me to look you in the eyes. I open them, unable to focus on your blurry face. "Cum, kitten." You say in nearly a whisper, and I scream, shaking and twitching uncontrollably as I cum. I feel you in my ass, as you thrust into me as hard as you can then hold me close. I feel you swell then a sudden warmth as you cum, shooting your cum into me as far as you can. When you are finished cumming, you pull out of me. You take the tape and vibrators from me and the pins from my breasts. I moan as the feeling comes back. I feel you curl around me as you pull me close. Your warmth seeps into me, and I shiver as you lean into my ear and whisper "Mine."



Punishment



I'm a bit nervous to go over his house today. I miss him desperately but he's angry with me. I deserve it. I overreact, I freak out, I twist his words into things he doesn't mean and for once, it seems like he's had enough. He snapped at me. He gave me an ultimatum and we didn't talk for nearly three days. 

But now I'm back; I've come crawling back, of course I have. And I know what's coming up -- or rather, I don't know, not exactly, but I know that once I'm in his room, I belong to him and I'm going to pay for the past few days of ignoring him, keeping him waiting, being a disobedient little bitch. 

I get to his house and he texts me to come inside, upstairs to his room, saying that no one else is home. I walk up the winding staircase, down the quiet hall. His door is closed. I open it gently and walk in. 

He's seated on his bed but he gets up and walks toward me quickly with a stern expression on his face. I tense up, afraid of what he might do, but he hugs me, holding tightly and for a long time. I hug back, with all my strength and desperation. I have missed him so much and wronged him so deeply. Ashamed as I am, I am so happy to be back at home in his arms, ecstatic that he hasn't discarded me over this like I'm sure I deserve.

He steps back and looks me up and down. I feel so exposed. I am nervous and so disappointed in myself. More than anything, I am so, so sorry. 

I sink to the floor, eyes downcast, and lay my head on his shin. He immediately whispers, "Good girl," and pets my head. I exhale with relief, already knowing he's willing to forgive me. I am filled with the deepest love and gratitude. 

"You are going to pay for your disobedience over the past few days," he says gently. 

I nod and look up, whispering "Yes, Sir," remorse showing all over my face. I am so grateful that he is giving me another chance. I know I need to pay for what I did. Of course I'm willing to endure whatever I must to get back on his good side. 

He comes down nearly to my level for a moment, only to remove my clothing. He pulls my shirt over my head and my skirt off my hips. My bra is still on but he's pulled my breasts out of it. He tells me to get my hands behind my back and immediately takes his cock out. I look up at him expectedly and he simply says, "Suck." 

I am amazed I am getting out of it this easily. I suck his cock all the time; I love it. This is my punishment? I feel reprieved! But as I work my mouth around his cock, he gets more animated, vigorous. He grabs my head to use as leverage and slams his dick into my mouth. 

"You stupid fucking whore," each thrust is a syllable, "you treat me like that again and I'll discard you like the worthless slut you are." He degrades me with his words, on and on. Every disappointed, angry word is a knife in my heart. I start to tear up and lose coordination. 

My teeth accidentally graze his cock and he smacks me so forcefully, I cry out. He pulls my head back by my braid and whispers, "The next time I feel your teeth, I'll knock them out of your fucking head." 

I am gushing wetness at his words, his control. I moan in pleasure. "Shut the fuck up," he seethes, as he continues slamming into my mouth. "I can make this less pleasant for you." I do as I'm told. 

I'm choking and gagging on his cock. I have no control; he's using my mouth like a cunt. It's overwhelming and I start to cry. I don't know how long this is going to last. 

"You want my cum, slut?" I nod, thankful that it's over, thankful that I've pleased him, thankful that I may be forgiven. I am so honored to drink his cum again; I await his climax and his sweet taste in my mouth. 

But he pulls his dick out of my mouth and menacingly says, "Not today, bitch," as he starts jerking off in front of my face. He's never done this before. 

"Close your eyes," he commands, and I do. Within seconds, he has blown his load all over my nose, lips, cheeks, eyelids. Some is in my hair. There was so much and I hate sticky things on my skin; I hate being messy and dirty. 

He tells me not to move an inch, to stay there, to wait for him. It is such a struggle. I am humiliated, embarrassed, but I don't open my eyes, don't move. I hear him walking around and then the unmistakable click of a camera snapping a picture of me, face covered in his cum. I freeze in terror.

"This is going online to teach you a lesson. Everyone needs to see what happens to bad little sluts like you. Any objections?" My mind races but I deserve this. I can't say no to him, he knows that. I shake my head for no, a tear rolling down my cheek. "Good girl!" he laughs as he snaps another picture. 

He sits down at his computer desk, SD card in hand, and turns away from me. A towel lands at my feet. "Go clean yourself up."



Punishment



You left me alone, my lover, when my body was craving for you. You left me to suffer and burn and want. Now you must be punished. Tomorrow when you wake, you will find yourself tied to your bed. Hands and feet, unable to move. I will not use rope, only silk scarves. Strong but smooth and soft. I do not want you damaged, my lover. I want you full of strength for what is to come. Do not struggle. Do not tire yourself. When you open your eyes and feel yourself stretched on the bed in soft bondage, I will be waiting for you. 

I rose before you and pulled on a red lacy bodystocking and high-heeled red shoes. Strappy ones. Strutty, fuck-me, high-heeled red shoes. I stand at the foot of the bed looking down at you now. Watching your eyes open, seeing you realise that you cannot get free. I stand with my legs slightly apart. My nipples rub against the red lace of the bodystocking, as I think of what I will do to you. 

Your eyes focus more. You can see the cut away of the bodystocking that shows my smooth white thighs; the shadow of my pussy beneath the lace. You wonder if I am already wet for you. Your cock is hardening, but I pretend not to notice. I move a half-step, and turn so you can see my strappy red fuck-me shoes. I like to stand there and let you look. I run my hands over my breasts, my thighs, smoothing the lace. I am in no hurry. Your cock kicks like a startled horse.

"Untie me!" you say. 

I just shake my head and smile a little. You have to be punished. I turn and slowly walk towards the chest of drawers, enjoying the way the high heels make my hips sway as I move. I have preparations to make. I have things to find. What I want is in the lowest drawer. I am glad. I will have to bend down for you. Are you watching? I glance back and see your eyes burning into me. Good. With legs apart, I swing down from my hips and reach into the lowest drawer. I feel the red lace slide back on my butt cheeks as I bend. I have full round hips a man can hold. Woman hips. Generous and full of promise. I hear your intake of breath behind me. It takes me a long time to find what I want. The bed creaks, and I guess you are struggling to get free. 

Finally I select a lilac clit tickler, a big thick flesh-pink dildo, and a red silk handkerchief. Kicking the drawer closed with my foot, I turn around and return to the side of the bed.

Your angry cock demands attention. You stop struggling and try sweetness. "Sit on me, sexy girl. Hop up here on my cock with your warm, wet pussy."

I feel the tug, the longing for you, but I have to be strong. You must be punished. I drag a small armchair to the side of the bed. I slide into the chair, lean back, drape my legs wide over the chair arms, red shoes dangling. Just the right angle so you have a perfect view from your pillow. I stroke my fingers up the inside of my thighs, stopping at the edge of the bodystocking crotch. You moan. I know you want to be doing this. I know you see the spreading wetness on the red lace. I'm so wet now. I can feel the heat throbbing in me. 

I rub the wet lace with a lazy finger, tracing lazy circles. You struggle against the silk ties again. The bed creaks. I wonder if you know the red lace crotch comes off with a few flick of the fingers, a few presses of the fasteners. How much harder would you struggle if you knew that.

It's time. I wriggle my hips and stretch over to grasp the dildo. I chose it because it is the same length and thickness as your own cock. The same thick head like a beautiful, split apricot. The same ridge that juts and tugs at my pussy every time you pull out of me. I hope you notice that detail. 

I snap the fastenings and pull away the lacy bodystocking crotch. My fingers explore where you cannot touch. I hold myself open for you to see. My pussy is the colour of strawberries. You moan, and your cock leaps again. I hold the dildo against me and begin to push.

"No, let me," you say. 

I don't answer you. I move my hips a little to give you full view and make you watch as every inch disappears inside me. My pussy pulses and weeps as it closes around the smooth rubber. My eyes long to close with pleasure, but I have to watch you. Your face is flushed, your breathing heavy. I will not let you come! I draw the pretend cock all the way out and pause to let you see it glistening with moisture. MY turn, your eyes say to me. 

Your desire, your need fires me. I punch the cock in and out again and again. The pleasure rises in me. I press my feet onto the edge of the bed, arch my back, stretched like a bow about to fire an arrow. The clit tickler barely starts before I climax. I have to bite back my cries. Cries excite you too much. Already your cock pulses and leaps, and a bead of moisture grows. You will come soon. I have to stop. You must not come yet. I have not finished with you yet. I pull out the dildo, wipe it across your belly, and swing my legs to the floor.

"Let me lick you. I don't want you to drip," you say.

But I head straight out the bedroom door and don't look back. In the bathroom, I cool my face with water. I sit on the edge of the bath. I lean my cheek against the smooth ceramic tiles until the waves of heat in me subside. I have to wait for you. I need the bursting urgency of your cock to calm a little. From the bathroom cabinet I take a glass bottle full of golden massage oil. I decide to take off the red bodystocking, but keep the red shoes.

After 10 minutes I bring you a cool drink. I love the feel of the cool air on my skin. I walk in naked, wearing only red shoes. The look you give me starts me throbbing like a drum. You try to kiss me and lick my breast as I lean over to give you the drink, but I won't allow that yet. Your cock is still half-hard, still engaged and restless. I put one foot on your bed. Red shoe and all. I am no respecter of personal property when it comes to getting my desires. I lean over and grab the red silk handkerchief. You want to see me stop dripping? I will oblige. I am up on the bed now, crouching over you, rubbing the red handkerchief between my legs, maddening you with my nearness, with the sight, the smell of me. I flick the wet handkerchief at you. It lands on the pillow near your cheek. I want you to be able to smell my wet desire. I am stretching, bending, splitting, opening, inviting you to devour me with your eyes. 

Your cock is rock hard, begging, angry, furiously wanting to enter me. I squat over you, just out of reach, then move forward. I am a panther about to spring on its prey. You open your mouth, offer your tongue, ready to suck my swollen clit. I stop short, my pussy just out of reach of your hungry mouth. I seize the bottle of massage oil and retreat to the foot of the bed. I sit between your legs, my red shoes tucked neatly on each side of your hips. I tip a little massage oil on the palm of my hand and begin to rub my breasts, working the oil into the nipples. I spread the oil over my belly and down to my clit. A faint smell of faded roses warms the air. Your cock jumps wildly as you watch the smooth oily path of my hand across my shin. 

The warm oil inflames my senses. I reach for the lilac clit tickler and slide the curved tip up and down between my pussy lips. The pressure of another orgasm builds in me. I need relief. I need heat, and a passion the clit tickler can't give me. Kicking off the red shoes, I swing forward until I am crouched over your face, seeking the mad urgency of your tongue. Your lips pull and suck at me. You bite me in your frustrated desire. I grind my clit against you as you tongue-fuck me. I grab the bedpost, writhing and plunging on your scalding tongue. I pound the wall and scream your name. I cannot stop. I cannot stop. I will surely suffocate you in my ecstasy. Wave after wave of heat washes through me. My clit is too sensitive to take any more. Shaking and gasping I fall beside you on the bed. 

A spray of hot cum hits my thigh. Your cock is jerking wildly, spraying me with cum as you gasp and pant. I lean over you, rubbing the cum into the massage oil on my body. You are still hard, still gasping, still shooting cum. I swing over your hips and sink my pussy deep onto you to catch the last drops. I stretch out over you, feeling your warmth, untying your feet and hands. Your cock is still curved inside me as we roll together entwined and fall into a deep sleep. 

Tomorrow I will wake first, my lover. Tomorrow I will tie you again. You still have to be punished.



Punishment



So it turns out you've been a naughty girl, thinking dirty things and getting yourself off. Naughty girls need to be punished, and I'm going to administer a punishment I suspect we'll both enjoy.

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Punishment



I stood in front of my Dad, head hanging in shame. In my senior year of high school, just about to graduate, I still lived at home and probably would all through college and until I got a good job. And during all that time, Daddy would control me. Today, I was in serious trouble.

"Your teachers called me," he told me. "They said you called another girl a retarded bitch?" I cringed.

"She said that children in single parent households grow up to be common criminals." I shuffled my feet. "So I called her a retarded bitch."

Daddy scowled at me. "You could have just told her that she was wrong and pointed out why." He folded his arms across his chest.

I scowled at him. "She says retarded shit every day! I'm tired of correcting her and wanted her to shut up!"

"Did you just raise your voice at me, little girl?" I froze.

"N-no..." my voice trailed off. Daddy worked construction because it made him happy, but he was so smart, he could have been anything. As it was, working construction made him strong. He was already a big man, standing 6'5 and towering over everyone like a giant, but hard work and the weight gym in the basement made his tall, lean form bulge with heavy muscles that were thick with honest, hard earned strength rather then the weaker, high definition body builders had. The only reason he wasn't big bellied like a lot of strong men was because he ran every day and had his meals with just as much fruits and veggies as meat and protein. Dad was just as likely to eat a fruit salad as he was to eat a 10-ounce steak. Unfortunately, in addition to all this power, he came with a criminally short fuse.

His voice was dangerously quiet. "I could have sworn you just raised your voice at me." I shook my head vehemently and started backing up, fast. His hand was almost instantly wrapped around my arm and dragging me back. "No, you raised your voice at me. And you know what happens when you raise your voice at me."

I burst into tears, scared. "Daddy, please, I didn't mean it!" With one hand, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. "Please, Daddy, I'll do anything! Just don't hurt me!" He paused and I felt a glimmer of hope. "Daddy, please, I don't wanna get belted. I'll do anything! Just don't belt me!"

He stared at me. Then his cold blue eyes flicked down to my chest as they did multiple times a day. Only, this time, they stayed there.

"Fine," he said. "I won't belt you. Instead, whenever you get in trouble, you will stand in front of me and I will question you. During this time, you are not to move an inch or complain or you'll get spanked. And just because you get spanked, it doesn't mean the punishment stops, got it?" I nodded my head. "When I ask you a question, you stand still and answer me without complaint. If your doing a chore, keep working, but answer me without complaint. Clear?" I nodded again. Anything to get out of a belting. I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

Daddy led me to the basement. I stayed next to him until he sat on the bench press and pointed to the ground in front of him.

"How was your day?" he asked me.

"It was quiet," I answered. "I had math first block and we took a quiz." I jumped when Daddy placed both hands firmly over my breasts. "Daddy!" I jerked a step back. Almost instantly, I was over his lap as he slammed an open palm cross my ass cheeks, hard enough to make me shout.

"I said don't move," Daddy snapped at me as he roughly yanked me back onto my feet. "After your test, then what?"

Tears slid down my cheeks as I continued talking about my day. I flinched when his hands went back over my breasts, but didn't move. He started gently massaging my c-cup mounds, lifting and pressing them together, the force he was using making me rock back and forth. To my shame, I felt my body begin to heat up with a liquid warmth. When I started talking about second period, he pulled my shirt off of me. His heavy hands and thick fingers were rough on me as he went back to squeezing my breasts. Reaching around, he undid the clasp of my bra and pulled it off of me.

I started talking faster and he pinched my nipple, making me yelp. "Slow down and take your time," Daddy scolded. I cried, but slowed down and added more detail about my day. By fourth block, Daddy had pulled me closer and was suckling on my teats, his hands down the back of my jeans so he could squeeze my ass cheeks. Despite everything, I felt my arousal grow as my Daddy groped me and suckled on my nipples. I was losing focus. I finally finished talking about my day and stood quietly, afraid to move before being dismissed.

I nearly cried when Daddy spoke. "Tell me about your day again, but slower and with more detail." As I started again, Daddy unbuckled the front of my pants and tugged them down off my hips. "Shoes off," he growled. I quietly toed off my shoes with a whimper as I repeated what had happened in gym that day with the stupid girl. Daddy pulled my jeans down to my ankles, then he lifted each leg and my pants were off and tossed across the room. When he touched my panties, he paused, then growled. "Nasty pig," he snapped. "You like this, don't you?" I shook my head, but kept talking. "Yes, you do. You enjoy the way Daddy touches you, don't you, nasty girl." I shook my head again and sobbed. My panties went the way of my jeans and Daddy went back to suckling my breasts and groping my ass, alternately spreading and squeezing my cheeks. Abruptly, he let me go and stood up. "Keep talking." I continued on about the conversation with my friends during lunch as he picked me up and laid me flat on my back on his bench.

Swinging his leg over the bench, Daddy sat down astride it and dragged me down by my thighs so my legs were on either side of him. My voice started shaking as I got to the end of my day.

When I finished, I stayed quiet. I knew asking if I could go would be seen as a complaint. Daddy stayed quiet. "Tell me about your day again." I burst into tears, but started again.

His hands roamed up and down my thighs as I talked about my math quiz. He stood up long enough to pull his shorts off just enough to let out his cock. Like the rest of him, it was massive. It stood up, hard as a rock and slick with pre. Pushing it down, Daddy nudged it against the soft folds of my pussy, pushing through the tightly curled red hair that covered me. He gently slipped his cock between my pussy lips and started rocking his hips. His hands went back to my breasts and he kneaded me in time to his thrusts.

"Johnny, whose dating Megh-aah!" I moaned aloud, then swallowed hard and continued. "Dating Megh-aah! Meghan, said that she has the cutest new kit-ah, kitten. It's na-ah! Name is Tabby. Meh-ah! Meghan isn-nng! Isn't too cre-ah-ative! I hAHHd cream tURkey and pot-AHH potatoes." I struggled to talk coherently as his thrusts started getting stronger. His cock quickly grew wet as it soaked in the juices leaking from my sopping wet pussy. I tried to keep talking but eventually gave up as my vocabulary was obliterated by his thrusts and entirely replaced by moans, expletives, and the occasional cry of Daddy.

Abruptly, Daddy pulled back further then before and shifted his left hand to my hip. Reaching down, he adjusted the angle of his cock until the tip was pressed against the entrance to my pussy. Putting his hand on my hips, Daddy pressed me down into the bench and resumed thrusting. Without thinking, I spread my thighs further apart. My hands found his forearms and gripped him tightly. Daddy continued thrusting into me, harder with each sway of his hips. Wet, sucking noises grew louder and I moaned with every push. Then, one particularly hard shove forced his head inside of me and I shouted. Daddy didn't pause in his movements, but actually started pushing harder and harder, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy, breaking through my hymen in the fifth thrust. His cock was thick and long, filling my pussy so much, it was a painful stretch. When he was finally fully sheathed inside me, he stopped.

"Fuck, Daddy," I moaned, panting for breath. I felt completely full, stretched beyond belief around his thick cock. He had stopped moving and I tried to see that as a good thing, but couldn't. Despite not having wanted this, I wanted nothing more then for him to finish what he had started. But he refused to move and just sat there.

Taking his hands off my hips, Daddy leaned forward and dropped his head to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling at it. His hips started slowly thrusting into me again, each bump of his hips on mine ending with a swirl that ground my clit into his pelvis and made me moan. 

He let go of my nipple and pressed his face into my throat, bracing one hand on the bench and wrapping his other arm around my waist to hold me against him. His hips began to slowly pick up speed, pressing his cock in and out of me faster and faster. The sound of our skin slapping together as his balls bounced lightly off my ass grew louder, as did my moans and curses.

"F-fuck m-me," I managed to fit between moans of pleasure. I was so overwhelmed by the erotic sensations of my Daddy's cock buried inside of me, being thrust in and out of my soaked pussy, I couldn't even remember why he was doing this. My Daddy was fucking me on his bench press in the basement and it felt so good.

Abruptly, he sat up and pushed me into the now wet faux-leather of the seat by the shoulders. He picked up speed as he watched my breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts. I began to feel a force building inside of me, like a poorly constructed tower that could fall down at any moment, but was still being built higher and higher. I grew louder and grabbed my Daddy by his forearms again, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me.

Suddenly, he lost his rhythm for a second and I felt a hot liquid spray into me, coating my insides. My Daddy had cum inside of me. My orgasm hit me like a truck and I screamed, my body jerking up and into Daddy as my pussy squeezed down onto his cock, not ready to let go until it had squeezed every last ounce of cum from him.

When it was over, I lay there panting for breath, my thick red hair tangled around my face and my breasts swollen and damp from Daddy's mouth. His cock was still buried inside of me and hadn't softened.

Suddenly, upstairs, we heard a door slam. Daddy quickly pulled out of me and yanked up his shorts. "Get dressed," he hissed at me. I rolled off the bench and quickly gathered up my clothes and put them on, finger combing my hair into some semblance of order as Daddy went upstairs. He paused on his way and turned to face me. "You tell no one about this." I nodded and he continued on upstairs. I waited a minute or two before following. I found Daddy in the kitchen kissing a beautiful woman with the same red hair and blue eyes as me.

"Hi, Mama."



Punishment



"Wow, I can't believe that you would do something like that to me! Actions like that are going to require severe punishment to make sure you never even think of doing something like that again. The only question right now is what you deserve.

She cowered at his anger. She didn't dare look at his face. She kept her head down, eyes focused on the floor. She really regretted having looked at his computer files and especially getting caught. The information was so amazing that she just couldn't look away. She knew there would be hell to pay if he caught her but she didn't expect him to walk in on her like that. He thought for a few minutes. The silence was deafening. Finally he spoke.

"There's no doubt about it. You need to be disciplined for actions like that - severely. I'm going to make this a little more interesting though. Right now I'm thinking of a half dozen pretty severe punishments that fit the crime. I'm going to write them each down on a slip of paper and place them all in a box. You will determine what you will get by selecting one of those papers. Give me a couple minutes. I'll even put a relatively easy one in for you to give you a sporting chance. Go get me a box about this big."

Angela bit her lip as she watched him scratch out his ideas on the notepad. She searched the office and found a small cardboard box about six inches cubed on top of a waste basket. The locked computer's screen saver glared in her face. If only it had been timed out before. Angela brought the box to her Master. 

"Just hold it for me," he told her as he continued writing.

She held the box with both hands as she waited. She was concerned about the volume of information that he wrote without needing much time to pause and think. He finished one, tore it from the pad, smiled and then crumpled up the slip and tossed it into the box. It took him nearly fifteen minutes to fill out seven sheets of punishments. She had no idea what kinds of things he was imagining but that same sinister grin came across his face several times. He had mentioned "severe" Angela's flight instinct suggested that she should run but she knew that it would not only be futile but result in more punishment. She nervously rubbed her intertwined fingers together as she fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. 

"Okay, we're ready to let you determine what I shall do with you. I have high expectations that you will make a fine slave. By punishing you right away I hope to ward off any future behavior of this kind. I'll hold the box while you select one of the slips of paper. I want you to take it and read it aloud to me. Choose your poison," he told her as he extended his arm toward her with the box held just above her eyes.

Angela's hand was shaking as she raised her arm to choose one of the slips of crumpled paper. Some were crumpled tighter than others and she wondered if that was any indication of the severity. She finally chose one that was lightly wadded and opened it. She was afraid to look.

"Read it to me. I want to know what one we're going to do, "he remarked coldly.

"It says...it says, um...that I must submit to...um...twenty-five lashes with the single tail whip." She shuddered as she spoke the words.

"Oh, that's a nasty one, Jack remarked in a shockingly casual manner. Leaves lots of scars and hurts like hell for a long time as well. You might pass out before I whip you that many times too. Well, you chose it. I will tell you that you could have done worse but then again there were others that maybe weren't as bad. Wad that piece of paper up again and toss t back in the box. We'll keep this box of punishments in case the need should arise again."

"Please Sir," she pleaded as she quickly crumpled the paper back into a ball and placed it back in the box.

I have another idea, he said with a sadistically excited expression on his face. Do you want to draw again? The risk would be drawing something even worse and there would be no going back...or you might get the easy one I put in the box...or you might draw the same one again. The gamble is up to you. Otherwise we'll go to the whipping post to get this over in a little while."

Visibly trembling and chewing on her nails, Angela thought about the offer. She wasn't feeling particularly lucky and she had no idea of the kinds of things that were written on the other slips of paper - But oh, the single tail whip!

"I am going to give you a few minutes more. I have something else that needs attention right now," Jack said. "I'll give you until I get back to make up your mind. It should be within about half an hour. You will tell be your choice then."

He abruptly walked away, taking the box with him. Angela was so anxious that she couldn't think. If only she had someone to help her with this decision. One thing was for sure, if she did nothing she was going to be whipped in a little while.

The sudden crack of a whip directly behind her in the room made Angela flinch. She turned around to see him standing in the doorway, grinning ear to ear. He tossed the whip onto the floor beside her. The tail was much longer than she imagined and it looked very frightening. He laughed as he walked away again. She didn't even want to touch it although the intricately woven leather handle fascinated her as she studied it for a while. Finally she picked up the tail to see what the end felt like in her hands. It was flexible yet hard.

"I see that you're interested in the whip, Angela. Do you think you'd like to feel it?"

"Um...No Sir" she replied.

"Then you've decided to draw again?

"I think so," she stammered having not reached that conclusion until being put on the spot.

"I'll need a yes or no on that question, dear."

"Yes Sir," she stated more firmly.

"Okay, I'll go get the box. You wait right here," he ordered as he left the room again and quickly returned with her options still in the box. "You understand that the whip punishment goes away unless you re-draw it and you get whatever you select next? 

"Yes Sir," she said, nodding her head to reiterate her decision

"Geeze, I almost wish I hadn't put some of those horrible things in there, He said. "I feel kind of sorry for you but you did a very bad thing and need to be punished. So now is the moment of truth. Please choose your punishment."

He held the box out toward her again. She looked at it then back at him. His face was solemn and showed no emotion. She raised her trembling right hand into the box. She stirred the crumpled slips of paper, trying to identify the one she had just put back and stalling for time. At last she took hold of one that was more tightly wadded and pulled it out. Turning away from him she spread it out against the wall to read her fate. She placed her forehead against the wall and stood silently.

"Read it please," he demanded.

"It says that you will let me go free this one time, she replied.

He had to laugh. "We both know that wasn't a choice," he said calmly. "Nice try though."

"It says that you're going to cane me - twelve strokes," she read from the paper.

"Still pretty harsh but I'd say you got off a little better with that one," he assessed. "Congratulations. I think you'll recover better from that punishment. Twelve should be enough to leave some marks but not break your skin. I will even let you select the cane to be used from what we have here. Let's take a walk together."

She just stood with her head against the wall and crumpled the paper back into a tight ball. She was not very familiar with the concept of caning either. She knew that it was used in some Asian countries as punishment for common crimes but didn't know what that many stokes would do to her. She didn't want to think about it. 

"Come on," he repeated as he headed for the door.

She reluctantly followed as he walked as a brisk pace out the door and toward a shed out in the yard. He opened the door to the shed and pulled out a 5-gallon bucket full of sticks that appeared to be about two and a half feet long. The diameters and lengths varied a bit. She noticed that the bucket contained water as well.

"Okay, a little background on these canes. They are made from a special type of rattan that comes from Singapore. As a general rule, the thinner and shorter they are, the less damage they will do. I keep them wet so they won't splinter when using them. Go ahead and pick one."

Angela sorted through the canes, noticing bumps on a few. She finally chose one of the shorter ones that was about as thin as any and smooth over its entire length. Some were obviously much thicker. 

She pulled it from the bucket and announced. "This one."

"Hold on to that one while I get things ready."

Jack put the bucket back in the shed.

"Come with me onto the patio," he directed as they walked toward the house. "Since I don't have a formal caning restraint we'll improvise for that too. I want you to get undressed and kneel at one end of this coffee table with your body laid out on the glass top. I am going to get some rope. If you aren't fully naked and laid out on the table when I return I will double your punishment. Here, give me the cane."

He whipped the cane like a sword a few times in open air to demonstrate the technique. It made a whooshing sound as he swung it though the air.

"It's mostly in the technique," he explained. "You're lucky it's just me and not someone who is trained in the martial arts. They can cause unconsciousness in just a few strokes."

Angela shivered again. She was already unbuttoning her blouse when he did his demonstration. If he was trying to scare her it worked, she thought to herself. She quickly removed everything as ordered and laid her clothes on a wicker chair near the table. The concrete pavers were rough as she gingerly knelt down at one end of the table. Where there wasn't any furniture near by. She needed to adjust her position relative to the table because she quickly found that her knees needed to be planted farther away so she could lie on the table. The glass was ice cold on her chest as she lowered her torso. She could feel her breasts being flattened against the table top. She re-arranged them to minimize the discomfort, and then placed her head on the glass as well. Her mind wandered to imagine what the view from beneath the glass-topped table would be. She realized that she was looking toward the building and not where the master would approach so she shifted her head to face the opposite direction. Once settled, she stretched her arms above her head as he had instructed. She didn't have to wait long before she saw his return with a hand full of ropes. Some were different colors than others. Her stomach tightened as she waited. She hoped she had done everything correctly.

"Good girl," he complimented her. "You are in just the right position."

He laid the ropes down on another chair and ran the palm of his hand over her quivering bottom. 

"It will be a shame to leave all those welts on your perfect skin, "He remarked.

She wondered if he really felt remorse or if he was just trying to make her feel more nervous.

"I'm going to tie you to this table to hold you still and to protect your hands from getting hit by the cane if you were to instinctively put your hands on your bum or try to feel the welts while I am still working on you. Stretch your arms out a little more."

He started with her legs. Looping the rope around her left thigh and the table leg. Once there were about a half dozen loops he pulled the rope tight, pressing the side of her leg securely against the table leg. Her leg was completely immobilized. She turned her feet sideways to rest the insoles on the ground. He spread her other leg a bit more to line up her right thigh with the adjacent table leg and tied it to the table as well. He brought the other two lengths of rope to the other end of the table where her arms laid outstretched. Wrapping some rope around her left wrist nearly a dozen times he fastened it to her arm. 

He took the other end and tied it to the corresponding table leg beneath the table top. She watched with fascination as he expertly tied the rope, and then pulled it in such a manner to take out all the slack and tension her arm. He tied and pulled her right wrist tight the same way. Her body was securely bound to the table. She could feel very little give in the ropes. Her pussy was pressed against the wicker edge of the table. He took the opportunity to run his hands over her bare breasts. They were pressed against the glass and clung a bit so he turned them slightly so both nipples were facing outward. He playfully tugged on her nipples then let her tits rest against the glass. He spied her clothing on the chair and upon seeing her white panties took them in his hand and brought them to her mouth.

"Open," he ordered.

Angela slowly opened her mouth. Jack stuffed her panties in until just the waistband was left hanging from a corner of her mouth. Taking a short length of rope he forced it between her teeth and tied it around her head, pressing her panties tightly against her tongue.

Picking up the cane with his right hand, he smacked the shaft into the palm of his left. She was startled and flinched at the sound. He moved into place standing directly beside her feet, poised to begin lashing the cane against her bare bottom. Once again he ran his fingers softly over her trembling cheeks with a light touch. He couldn't resist running his middle finger with an upward stroke through her slit. Angela shivered.

Crack!

He landed a solid stroke across both sides. She responded with a loud muffled scream. She wiggled just slightly as the ropes held her firmly. The pain was intense and didn't subside. . He hit her again in the same place. Her tenderized bottom hurt even more and she responded in the same manner.

"Just ten to go Luv. You are turning a nice color. If I keep hitting the same spot your skin will turn from crimson to white before it splits."

She heard the whooshing sound louder than before just as the third stroke struck her skin. She knew that he was swinging the cane harder. He hit her butt a little lower this time but the pain was much greater than the first two strokes. She made a muffled groan again. He body contorted on the table as she dealt with the pain. She could feel the tension increase in her arms as her body seemed to sink toward her knees.

He ran his finger through her cunt again. "Are you getting excited luv?" he asked as he wetted his finger between her lips. He stroked her more deeply as his hand and fingers probed between the table edge and her cunt. The sound of her juices was unmistakable.

Jack removed his fingers from her groin and resumed the caning. He got in a rhythm and smacked her bottom six more times in rapid succession. Several blows struck her thighs. The fresh muscles there raised the level of pain once again. She kept count and knew that made ten. Angela moaned with the pain and the strange sensation of erotic pleasure in her groin. Jack delivered the final two blows with increased intensity, waiting a few seconds between them. He set the cane down and felt the welts on her backside. Nothing too severe. His light touch over her scarred flesh was soothing and helped to relieve the burning and stinging. She moaned with approval.

"I'm going to let you rest here for a few minutes while I tend to something," he finally said as he suddenly departed.

Her butt stung like she had never experienced before. The light breeze on the patio offered some comfort. Angela could see that the shadow of the overhang was getting shorter and soon her body would be in the bright sunlight. She hoped he would release her before sunburn set in on her unprotected skin.

She almost went into shock when the ice-cold water ran over her bottom. She had apparently drifted off. He decided to wake her with a bucket of icy water fresh from the tap. She shivered as the water trickled from her body onto the patio. He knelt down beside her.

"I'm going to untie you now Luv. Hold still until I tell you to move."

Angela waited with anticipation as he loosened the knot that held the rope around her right thigh. It felt good to feel the tension of the rope loosen. She remained as still as she could. Her muscles were too stiff to move without great effort anyway. He worked his way around the table, removing all of the ropes from her limbs. Lastly, he untied the rope in her mouth but left the panties.

"Move slowly now Angela. You will probably be pretty unsteady as you try to rise."

He helped her to her feel and walked her to a wicker chair where he set her down.

Unable to bring herself down slowly she landed hard in the chair. The cushion made her want to get back up immediately but her legs were too weak and failed her attempt. She leaned back to rock off the sorest spot instead but it offered little relief. 

"You're going to hurt for a while Luv. I suggest lying face down in bed when you get back to your quarters. You can remove the gag now Luv. We're done for today. Just remember that I still have your special box of punishments waiting in my office for next time."

Angela tenderly removed the gag but chose to say nothing. She could already feel that this was going to hurt for a long time. She hoped there wouldn't be a "next time" but she knew there probably would.

Thank you for reading my story of fantasy.  I always appreciate feedback of any kind.  Thank you.



Punishment



Without making a noise, I slid my panties off and lift my tight black mini-dress up to my waist, then spread my legs, revealing soft pink flesh. His eyes followed my every move as he lifted the dry martini to his lips. His gaze taunted me, the way he seemed to mental trace the outline of the black lace that lined the tops of my thighs then traveled to my hairless lips, and then up to my strapless top. 

He nodded once. I knew the command to lower the see-through part of my dress, exposing my supple breasts and, small, bite-sized nipples. He took another sip, then another, until all that was left was a single toothpick that held two green, pimento stuffed olives. He sat back into his leather recliner, then took the toothpick and ate each olive separately. 

"I am not sure how to punish you," he said.

"I enjoy the idea that men look at you, but I cannot help but think that you like it, that you encourage it."

I kept my eyes down; knowing that nothing I could say would change his beliefs. Besides, what he said was true, I do like to be looked at, I do like to be taken and used like a toy, and I do like to please... but only him. I hunger for his eyes, his touches, and his commands. Just the way he studies me, makes my rock hard nipples tingle, my silky lips wet, and my body hum. 

"Because you like to be looked at, take off your dress then make me another drink." 

I stood, wiggled out of my mini-dress then walked to his chair. As I reached for his empty glass, he caressed my breast, and then pinched my nipple. His gaze held me hostage, as he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth. He licked it and chased it around with his tongue while holding tightly to my ass. 

I whimpered when he bit down and then slapped my ass, sending me on my way.

"You are not supposed to be enjoying this. Get me that other drink." 

I stepped away from him, flushed and wet with anticipation. I could feel my lace stockings wet with my own juices as my heels clattered against the kitchen floor. I mixed Gray Goose with extra dry vermouth and two more green olives, then returned to the living room and held out his drink. 

"I don't think so," he said, with a slight grin.

"Kneel down in front of me." 

Careful, to not spill a drop, I knelt down between his legs. 

"Unzip me," he said. "Then you can suck me while you offer me sips. That way I can watch you and treat you like the plaything you are." 

Hungrily, I unzipped his starched trousers then gently tugged on his engorged cock. I lifted the drink to his lips and watched as he took a small sip. 

"Don't spill it while you are blowing me, or else I will add to your punishment," he said, while pinching my nipples into knots of fire. 

Cautiously, I lowered my head and kissed the delicate hole of his smooth cap, then swept the smooth, purple, underside with my tongue. I came up to offer him another sip while using my other hand to stroke and tease him. He took another sip then leaned back and pushed my head down. I held the glass firmly in one hand while taking him into my mouth and down my throat. I caressed him with my tongue and traced his throbbing outline, as he clutched my hair tightly in his fists and fucked my willing mouth. 

His breaths became jagged and splintered, as he moaned, "You like that don't you. You like when I take your sweet mouth and fill you with my hot cum. I can tell that you like it." 

I swallowed hard, making sure I got every drop, and then licked his cock his firm balls clean. I did not realize I had spilled his drink until I looked up. 

"Well, it looks like I get to add to your punishment," he said, with a sly smile.

"First, I want you to kneel in front of me and let me suck on your cherry red nipples. I enjoy making you squirm."

Without hesitation, I leaned into him and absorbed his hot mouth around each of my nipples. I savored the way he bit me. He pulled and sucked hard, bruising my creamy skin while grabbing my ass cheeks. He separated them and slipped his fingers in and out of my swollen lips. 

"You are so wet... so damn wet," he said between bites. 

I stroked and fondled his growing cock, as I rocked and gyrated my hips against his fervid fingers. My sloppy sounds filled the room, as he spread my sticky juices over my silky lips, and then tenderly tiptoed his fingertip around my small brown hole. "Tonight, you will let me in."

I inhaled deeply, as he pushed and prodded. I gave in, but only a fingertip's worth, because I was anxious about allowing him into my forbidden playground. 

He bit my neck and then drove in deep, sending waves of heat rippling through my trembling body. 

"You are ready, baby. Bend over my recliner and spread your ass cheeks, I am finally going to get your virgin asshole."

I scrambled to my feet and leaned over the back of the soft leather chair. He stood, then approached me from behind, "I said to spread your ass cheeks. I want you to invite me to fuck your little pink rose bud. I want to see you in full bloom." 

Nervously, I spread my cheeks apart while he eagerly massaged my tight opening with his fingertip. 

"You are beautiful, baby," he said. 

He grabbed my hips and held me close to his spearing cock, as he plunged through my innocent buttonhole, overfilling my insides. He threatened to tear my body in half with his rocking and yielding, flexing and fucking. He heaved and puffed as he rode the wave of ejaculation, then squeezed my breasts and twisted my nipples into fevered submission. Rampant fire exploded within me and engulfed my spirit as I panted to the finish line. 

When he slipped out of me, he caressed my back, kissed my neck, and gave my nipples a final pinch.

"Tomorrow, when we go out, I want you to wear this mini-dress without panties. That way, I can watch other men get turned on by seeing your little ass and balled-up nipples, and know that I am the only one who can touch you... whenever I want, however I want... Never forget baby, you belong to me." 

I smiled, more to myself then to him, as I wrapped his powerful arms around me and melted into his impressive chest. I look forward to tomorrow, not necessarily the looks from strange men, but the "punishment" he will provide when we return home.



Punishment



There I was, sitting quietly in the living room, getting ready to watch a TV show when you came out of your office, looked at me and told me to come into the bedroom with you. I set down my computer and followed you. Once there you closed the door and told me to take off my clothes and get in the shower. I was a little confused as to what your plan was, but I said ok. You reminded me to shave everywhere, and that if I didn't there would be punishment. I giggled and said "Yes Sir!"

I heard you moving around while I showered, and wondered what was going on. When I stepped out of the shower I found a pile of clothing for me to wear. A short, red, lacy negligee, garter belt, thong, and thigh high stockings. And on the floor a pair of 5" red heels. At this point I kind of guessed we weren't going out anywhere and got "dressed".

You met me at the bathroom door, and approved my outfit. Then you turned me around and placed a blindfold over my eyes. I could feel my pussy start to drip while at the same time feeling a little apprehensive. I have no problem walking in heels, but doing it blindfolded without knowing what is going on, is a little unnerving.

I tried to ask you what is going on, and you put your finger over my lips and tell me not to talk, and that if I make another sound there will be punishment. I nod my head. I let you lead me over toward the bed, and you gently push me over so I am bent at the waist over the bed. I feel your hand on my ass, rubbing in little circles. Then you slide your hand over my pussy; I moan as you take your hand away and tell me how wet my I am without your permission. SLAP! I feel your hand come down on my ass hard. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I cry and apologize for being wet. You remind me that I was not allowed to speak, and tell me you will fix that now. I feel you slip something over my head, a ball gag, and now I cannot speak at all.

You move me onto the bed so that I am lying on my back; and then you stretch my arms up over my head and attach cuffs to them. I can no longer move them at all, as I am stretched taut to the top of the bed. I feel you as you move down to my ankles and I receive the same treatment. Now, you tell me, I am yours to do whatever you want with.

I feel you move off of the bed, and I can hear some background noises, but do not know what you are doing. I hear a lighter and can soon smell the scent of candles. More movement. All of a sudden there is a cold lubricant being rubbed into my tender anus. Just after that I feel you shove in a plug that is larger than any I had tried before, and I squeal through my gag. But it is in, and there is nothing I can do about it.

You start talking to me about how I have teased you with all of these stories I read, and fantasies I talk about...how it is not nice to tease. I mumble through my gag that I didn't mean to tease, and I am sorry. With a sharp slap on my breast I am reminded that I am not to talk. You tell me how naughty I have been, and how it is time I learned my lesson. I feel you release my ankles, and flip me to my stomach. You didn't release my wrists, so they are now twisted even tighter in my bonds. I feel you spread my legs and re-cuff my ankles. I am now spread-eagled, face down.

I feel you gently rub my shoulders, and you glide your hands down my back and along my legs. It feels so good. Suddenly SMACK! On my ass. Over and over again you spank my ass, occasionally you will stop and gently rub my legs again; keeping me in a perpetual state of unease as to what is coming next, a spanking or a caress? You tell me how red my ass is, and then I feel you reach over off the bed. I can hear you now, taking pictures of that red ass, and then you tell me it isn't enough for as naughty as I've been. You begin to whip along my legs and back with that little leather whip you have. While it doesn't hurt as much as the spanking, you make sure it still stings. 

When I am as red all up my back and legs as my ass is you stop and take more pictures. Then, rubbing my ass, you feel that my pussy is not only wet, it is dripping and creating a puddle beneath me on the bed. Uh-oh, that wasn't supposed to happen. The next thing I feel is that hard wooden paddle coming down on my ass for another spanking. The pain! The pleasure!

After what feels like forever, you roll me to my back again. You lick and suck on my breasts, and lick my pussy. Just enough to where I am desperate to cum, and then you back off; over and over again you do this. And then you are gone again. The next I feel is hot wax dripping down my breasts and onto my stomach...how pretty you say...as the wax drips closer and closer to my pussy I begin to squirm. A sharp slap to my pussy puts an end to that! And just as I thought you were going to spare me the wax to my pussy, I feel it, a burning hot sensation on the slick folds of my pussy...ouch, but so good.

I feel you apply clamps to my nipples...and I hear more pictures being taken. You ask me if I want the plug removed from my ass and I nod my head. You pull it out so quickly I cannot quite stifle the cry that tears from my mouth.

I hear a noise, and I am again confused. Suddenly I feel a cold probing near my pussy, and I wonder what you will do to me next...Oh god! Is that an ice cube you just shoved up my overheated pussy? It is quickly followed by a toy, I can tell immediately this is a new toy, and it is a double toy...this realization hits just as I feel you slide the much longer side into my rear and turn on the vibrations. I cannot move, tied as I am, and as I feel you begin to lick and suck on my nipples you also begin to slide that toy in and out of my pussy and ass. I feel so overloaded with sensation...the ice, the double penetration, the pressure on my nipples...and then you stop.

You removed my gag and tell me it's time to put my mouth to work too. Suddenly your cock is in my mouth...it is hard and hot and taste so good! I feel you lean down and begin to lick at my clit while still pushing in and out of my pussy and ass with that toy...I am filled in every hole, and it is glorious.

I feel you take me to the edge of orgasm, over and over, my body is trembling, I cannot take the stress anymore, I need to cum, and I begin to beg you; please Master, please let me cum.

You pop the toys free of my pussy and ask and turn around. I feel you flip me over and lift me to my knees. Then suddenly your cock slides into my pussy, it is so much larger than the toy, but my pussy is wet, and crying for your cock...you fuck your cock into my pussy and finally, finally, I am allowed to cum. Before my orgasm, which feel like it will go on for eternity, I feel you slide back out of my pussy and pop your hard, throbbing cock into my abused little ass. What feels like an eternity later I feel you spill your hot, sticky cum into my ass. I am limp. I hear you take more pictures and then you remove my blindfold and untie me. It is then I realize that you have not only been taking pictures, but that my entire punishment had been broadcast on webcam as well. You lean down and give me a soft, sweet kiss, and then remind me that it's not nice to tease.

I drift off to sleep already plotting how next to tease your cock...



Punishment



-This story has been tagged scat for a reason. If you can't stomach, don't read!-

*****

The spring weather was finally warming but I felt cool spread out on the comforter of the bed. I was enjoying a lazy Saturday trying to catch up on reading. Occasionally I heard the television from the living room. I was so lost in the novel that I didn't hear her come in.

"When were you going to clean the bathroom?" She asked. Her yoga pants hugged her curves well, showing her thick behind and thighs. The black tank top hung low revealing cleavage from her D cup breasts.

"Later." I passively sighed, putting off my only chore yet again. The toilet and sink were a disgrace, but I didn't feel like engaging in any work today.

"Oh. Later." A stern glance followed the second word. I fired back an annoyed look and nodded for her to go back to the living room. Lately a number of issues were coming between us. The state of the bathroom was low on that list. She sucked her teeth in that way that she knows sets me off, and left.

At some point the text lost me and I drifted into a deep nap. I'm not sure how long I was out, but I came to my senses suddenly when I felt a weight straddling my whole body.

"Hey what the fuck? Get off!" My girlfriend had snuck in and dumped herself on my chest. It took a moment for me to realize that the yoga pants were gone. The tank top was the only piece of clothing left to conceal part of her voluptuous figure. 

She coyly swung her head around and gave her best, "Who, me?" face.

"I was trying to think of some ways I could help motivate you, baby." She grinned and gave me her sexy eyes. It was then I felt her hands. One was holding my thigh while the other began rubbing my crotch. The sight of her large, smooth ass cheeks had already begun to turn me on, but now my cock was fully grown and planning its escape from my jeans. She made sure it got some help.

She unzipped my jeans and began to squeeze my dick with one hand. The whole time, however, she kept her eyes on me with a devilish smile. In our four years this was probably only the second or third time she had initiated sex. Handjobs had been stricken from the score years ago. I couldn't believe my good fortune.

"Damn...you need to motivate me more." I said.

She smiled back. "Don't say another word." She winked. Then she turned herself around to focus on my cock. I nodded, moaning in delight.

The second hand began to cusp my balls. Suddenly I felt her grip tighten.

"Easy babe!"

"I told you to shut the fuck up." She snapped, immediately squeezing my balls tighter. I squirmed but her grip tightened. "Do what I say or I might rip these sad sacks off."

I'd never heard such a fierce, confident tone from her. When we fought, she could yell so the whole building would know. This was different. 

She relaxed on my balls and continued to jerk my cock. I didn't know what to think or what to say. Her attitude was turning me on. Heeding her warning, I stayed silent and tried to focus on cumming. 

Being sure not to let go of my genitals, she lifted her bottom up and began moving it back towards my face. 

"Do you like my ass, bitch?" She asked, her back still turned to me.

"You know I..." 

Pain jolted through my body as she clamped down on my balls. I gasped. 

"What a stupid piece of shit." She chuckled to herself. "Lets try again. Do, you, like, my, ass, bitch?"

I nodded, with my nose rubbing against her soft cheeks.

"Of course you do. Eat up." She lowered her ass to cover my face. I could barely breath as her wet pussy lips covered my mouth. All I could see and smell was her asshole. Instinctively I began licking her warm lips. She giggled, "Well I guess you are good for something, aren't you?"

My legs stiffened as I was getting ready to cum. She took her hand off my erection. "Not yet. This isn't supposed to be fun for you."

I wasn't sure what her she was getting at. I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I was ready for her to climb off so I could start fucking her pussy.

She raised her hips just enough so that her asshole was on my mouth. All I could see was the puckered flesh of her hole, pulled tight like a clenched fist.

"Lick it." I hesitated. Rim jobs were something for porn stars that had all their shots, right? I wasn't ready to stick my tongue there. Pussy was one thing, but this was too much. Then I felt the pain. I licked. She emitted a slight moan as I worked her hole over.

"Get your tongue in there, bitch. Don't be shy." She giggled. I pushed my tongue as far as I could up her tight asshole. It felt hot inside.

After a minute, she lifted her ass. I took in a gasp of fresh air.

"Listen to me, you ass licking bitch. I deserve a clean bathroom when I want to do my business. If you won't take care of it, then I am just going to use your face." She grinned. 

This was it. She looked ahead and made sure to tighten her hold on my testicles. Then, I saw her asshole begin to push out. I didn't even try to move. I was completely entranced by the brown feces emerging from her asshole. I closed my eyes and obediently opened my mouth.



Punishment



Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen or older. 

*****

The motel room was small and dirty and smelled like perfume if you mixed it in with a little bleach, but Tommy didn't mind since he and his clan were only staying there for a few more minutes. We're gonna have fun tonight, he thought, and looked around at his people. There were only four with him tonight. Dustin, Hunter, Max, and Trista. The others were back at the hideout. They better not be going through my whores, he thought. If there was one thing Tommy liked about his hideout, it would be the dungeon he'd built underneath it. It was bigger, darker, and wetter than the rest of the place, and it had several cells where he collected women he deemed fit enough to use again and again and again. 

He had told his clan they were not allowed to go in there for any reason, but, even though they worshipped him like a god and swore that they would obey his every word, he couldn't help think that they were going to break his rule tonight and it made him feel uneasy. I swear, he thought. Let me catch them in there. It'll be the last thing that they do. He grabbed his glock and loaded an empty magazine into the chamber, then cocked it. They fucking better not. 

Trista, who had walked over to his side at some point, said, "Canine, you know there are no bullets in there, right?"

"What?" he said. 

"The mag. You didn't put any bullets in it."

"Oh," he said. "Turning the gun over in his hand. "I know." He pointed it at her. "It's all about intimidation, Bunny Rabbit. They think there's a shit load of bullets in here ready to send them straight to heaven and they'll do anything for you."

"So we're not going to kill em?" she said. 

Tommy smiled. "No," he said. "We're not gonna kill them. So don't worry you're pretty little head over it." 

"Okay," she said, sounding relieved. 

Trista was a good girl and all, but she was way too sweet. Always hoping for more peace and less chaos. Maybe that's why he liked her so much...No, he thought. No. Her big tits, apple bottom, thin body, blond hair, and pretty face were the reasons why he liked her so much. The fact that she was so sweet probably just made it more fun to have total control over her life. He wasn't sure. But he had a feeling his childhood psychiatrist, who he'd buried alive, would've told him that that was the reason why he liked having her around. Maybe I should've left him alive so I could find out, he thought. 

A phone rang. Tommy looked in its direction and saw Hunter pick it up. Hunter was very tall and muscular, but he had a soft voice that would make anyone think that he was the offspring of an angel. "It's okay. Goodbye." He hung up.

"Who was it?" Tommy said, not an ounce of concern in his voice. Around these parts, Tommy was well known by the police and none of them would dare cross his path, so he didn't expect any of them to be laying a trap for him or anything like that. It was probably just a wrong number.

"Wrong number, My Lord. Some guy looking for a David."

"Okay. Good." Tommy looked at the curtain hanging over the window. He could tell it was getting dark out. "Let's get going, fellas. It's late enough."

"Yes, sir," Hunter said. 

Dustin, who's voice was much deeper, said, "Ready when you are." He was about two feet shorter than Hunter and three times skinnier, but with a shotgun in his hand, anyone looked terrifying. He cocked it. 

"Now remember, everybody," Tommy said. "No killing. Not this time. We're here to push an agenda, not send a message. Everybody got that."

He didn't think they got it. In face, he didn't even understand what the hell he had just said. But in unison, Dustin, Hunter, and Max said, "Yes, master."

Trista said, "Sure thing, Canine."

Tommy looked at her and nodded. She knows she's special, he thought. Good. And they know it, too. Hopefully they'll remember that if they ever get the urge to touch her while I'm not looking. "All right," he said. "Let's go."

The farmhouse looked like any other farmhouse in America. It was tall, white, and had a large porch and dirt road that cut through an army of corn stalks in front of it. Standing about fifty feet behind the house was a huge red barn. Inside were horses, hay, the works, and about thirty feet to the left of that sat a chicken coop. Tommy and his clan crouched as they passed by them, trying their very hardest not to disturb any horses or chickens or the people inside the house. Tommy wasn't sure how many people were inside, but the lights were on and it sounded like there was a war film playing on a television somewhere. So somebody had to be in there. 

Once they reached the back of the house, Tommy took out his pistol, held it military style, looked back at his people, and clicked his tongue once. Dustin and Hunter were already trained enough to know what that meant. They had to go up to the front of the house and kick open the door. 

As soon as they disappeared around the corner of the house, Tommy and Trista hurried to the back door and stood on either side of it. 

This was it. 

No turning back now. 

The fun was about to begin. 

If anyone wanted to leave now, it was too late, because if Tommy caught them trying to go AWOL, he would've put a knife through their back and let them choke on their own blood. 

Tommy looked at Trista. She looked back at him. The light from inside the house helped him see her face enough to wish it could be on his cock on right now, sucking like a whore in heat. "You ready, Bunny Rabbit?"

She nodded. 

"Good."

He held his hand in the air and pointed a finger at the door. Trista nodded again and positioned herself right in front of the door. 

Twenty seconds passed. 

Then twenty more. 

Finally Tommy heard the front door burst open and told Trista, "Go!" 

Nodding again, Trista took a step back, then, with all her might, kicked the backdoor open and the two of them ran inside the house, aiming their guns at everything in sight, hoping to catch anyone who may be trying to head out through the back of the house so they could stop them and threaten to shoot them if they didn't obey their orders. Fortunately or unfortunately (depending on how you saw it), there was no one trying to make it out the back. Only a lonely loser who cried for mercy in the living room. 

It had been a year since Tommy had seen Alexander Shultz, and that was far too long. Far too fucking long. 

So as soon as Tommy stepped into the living room and saw the bastard laying on the floor, his hands up to Dustin, Hunter's, and Max's guns (as if he could block their bullets with his palms), he put his gun down, marched over to him, and rammed his foot right into the motherfucker's ribs. 

Alexander cried out as he struggled to move away from Tommy. 

"Hey, Alex," Tommy said. "Long time no fucking see!" He kicked the bastard again, this time even harder. If that were possible. 

Alex let out another cry, this time throwing in a "Tommy Please!" and a "I'm sorry!" 

"I'm sure you are," Tommy said, and kicked Alex again. 

The war movie that had been playing was far too loud for Tommy's comfort, so he told Dustin to shoot the television and Dustin obeyed. The television exploded into a million pieces, sending sparks and glass out into the air, almost hitting Tommy and Trista. 

"That's more like it," Tommy said. "I couldn't hear you scream over that goddamn movie." 

"Tommy, no," Alex said as he took another rib shot. But instead of screaming, he turned over slightly, stopped struggling, and vomited some blood onto his white t shit. 

"Did you really think you could escape me, Alex? Did you really think that?" Tommy got onto one knee and put a hand on Alex's face, forcing him to look up into his eyes. "Look at me. I'm talking to you."

Alex's eyes were looking allover the place, not seeing anything, but whatever thoughts were running around in his head. 

"Did you really think you could just leave like that and I wouldn't find you? Hmmm? What did I tell you when you joined us? It's for life, right? Being my servant? Then why'd you run? Huh?" 

Alex gave no responses to any of Tommy's questions. 

"Goddamn it I'm talking to you, Alex!" Tommy screamed. 

Something upstairs fell over and everyone looked up at the ceiling. "There's someone up there, my lord."

"How many are up there, Alex?"

"Nobody. It must've been the wind."

Tommy looked at Trista. "Bunny Rabbit, be a dear and kill this motherfucker."

"Wait!" Alex said, holding up a hand. "Wait! It's my wife. Please. Don't hurt her."

Tommy looked back at Alex. "Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. Ritchie said you had found yourself a little lady. Said she was gorgeous, too. I'll have to see for myself." 

"No, Tommy. Please," Alex said through a bloody mouth. "Please don't hurt her. She has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, but, Alex, you're wrong there. She has everything to do with this." He looked at Dustin. "Go get her and bring her down here to me. I think we should get to know this little lady you've been staying with."

"Yes, my lord." Dustin went across the hall and up the stairs sitting somewhere back there. 

"Tommy, I'm begging you," Alex said. "Kill me, torture me, cut me into pieces, whatever you want. Just please leave her alone. I'll do anything."

"Oh, I know you will," Tommy said. "I know you will. But you knew you weren't supposed to leave me, that I would consider it a great betrayal to me and to the clan and yet, here you are. So I'm going to punish you in the best way I see fit."

Right then, they all heard a woman scream from upstairs. 

Tommy laughed. "Goddamn this is gonna be so much fun." He stood up, leaving Alex alone on the floor, looking pathetic, and waited for Dustin to bring the woman in here. 

Once he did, he yanked her black hair back, told her to stay quiet in the presence of his master, then threw her on the floor next to her husband and Tommy gazed at her with lustful eyes. She was naked. Must've just gotten out of the shower. And she was much more gorgeous than Ritchie put on. She had a thin body, but curvy waist, an apple bottom, long silky legs, a flat stomach, and huge melon breasts that stuck hung under her like two wrecking balls. Tommy wondered how she was able to hold herself up with them and the thought made his cock tighten and push against the front of his jeans. 

"Oh, my god. She really is beautiful."

"Who are you people? What do you want from us?"

Dustin was about to strike her, but Tommy held up a hand and shouted, "Dustin that's enough! Stand back. I got her."

Dustin backed away. "As you wish, my lord."

"It's okay, sweetheart," Tommy told the woman. "Everything's going to be just fine. Just relax and everything will be okay. You got it? We just came to pay our little friend here a visit. It's been so long since we've seen him, I guess we just got a little excited, that's all."

"Please don't kill us," she said. 

"Kill you," Tommy said. "Who said I was going to kill you? Punish you, I may have said, but not kill you. Why would I want to kill you?"

The woman looked up at him with dark fearful eyes and Tommy thought he could fall in love with her right there and forget all about Trista. 

Maybe I'll take her with us, Tommy thought. No, he reminded himself. Home was too far away to carry this bitch all that way. He had something better in mind. 

"Now, there is something I'm going to do to you, but it is far from killing you. In fact, it's a lot more fun." He nodded at Dustin. "Sit her on the couch." 

"No, please!"

Dustin nodded and, grabbing the woman by the arm, dragged her, kicking and screaming over to the couch. Still holding her arm, he lifted her quickly and threw her on the edge of the left seat, then pointed his gun at her. "Shut up! What did we tell you?"

"Easy Dustin," Tommy said, handing his pistol over to Trista, who took it and stuck in in the front of her pants, the barrel definitely rubbing against her sweet, delectable clit. "What did I tell you? I got her. Just step back and let me do what I'm gonna do." He unzipped his jeans and unbuckled his belt. As he walked over to the couch, he held them up by the sides, then when he was right in front of the woman, let them fall to his ankles. Fortunately, he wasn't wearing any boxers, so all he had to do was take the woman by the head with both hands and pull her close to his hardened cock. 

"No!" the woman cried, putting her hands on his forearms and trying desperately to pull away from him. "Please, sir! I'll do anything. Please don't make me do this."

"Shut up, bitch!" Tommy growled, and jerked her head upwards, forcing her to look at him with her wet pink eyes. The woman whimpered and begged softly. "Hey! Hey! What did I just say? Shut up! I don't want you crying all over my cock!"

"You want me to get some tissues, my lord," Dustin said. 

"Why the fuck not?" Tommy sighed. "I've waited this long."

Dustin came back with some tissues. "Here you go." He handed them to Tommy. Tommy, with one hand, held the woman as he wiped the liquid from her face and then threw the tissues on the floor. "Now, that'll be enough of that, right?"

The woman didn't respond. She looked like she was going to wet her face allover again. 

"Right!" Tommy lifted his free hand up in the sky, ready to smack the bitch, when she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Please. I'll do it."

"Good." He looked at the traitor, who was still sitting on the floor, looking down, most likely trying his hardest to pretend he was somewhere else right now. Looking back at the woman, Tommy said, "Let's go then. Suck! Suck! Suck! We don't got all day." Once again, with both hands on the busty bitches head, Tommy pulled her closer to his cock. "Now say aaah!"

Before the woman could get her mouth open all the way, Tommy shoved his cock in her mouth and the woman gagged as she struggled to take it all in. Her mouth was warm and full of saliva and her tongue swished from side to side, hitting the underside of the cock, sending waves of pleasure of Tommy's spine. "Oh, my fucking lord!"

Trista laughed. "It's good, huh, Canine?"

"Oh, yes, Bunny Rabbit! It's so fucking good." He moved his hips back and forth slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, getting it nice and wet and even harder than before. 

The woman gagged some more, but was starting to get the hang of it. She even moaned a couple of times. Hopefully because she likes it, Tommy thought. 

He looked over at his old servant. The bastard was dropping tears like they were missiles in the middle east. 

Tommy had to smile. He had forcefully cuckolded many men in the past, but this was way more fun. Because this wasn't just any man's wife. This was the wife of a man he used to know well. The wife of the man who deserted and betrayed him and his clan. It was amazing. 

He took the cock out of her mouth and forced her to look up at him again. "Now I want you to lick that spot right there. You see it?" He nodded toward his frenulum as he touched it with his finger. "Just like that spot there. No sucking for a little bit. I want this to last a little, you know." 

The woman hesitated a moment, then stuck her tongue out and began licking the tip of the head.

Although it felt wonderful, that wasn't what he had asked for. "No, no no! Not that spot. The one underneath it. You see that V shape on the underside where the head meets the shaft. I want you to lick me there, okay?"

The woman said nothing.

Tommy lightly slapped her cheek. "You heard me?"

"Y-Y-Yes," she stuttered. "I'll do it."

"Good," he said, and she put her hands on his hips and, as he held the base of his cock, she began licking the frenulum.

Tommy let out a slow, heavy breath. The feeling was the closest he had ever gotten to internal peace. It was like she was licking away all of his troubles. 

"I'm impressed. Looks like Judas over there got lucky with you, huh? Not only are you fucking ridiculously hot. You're also good at giving head. I truly with I could keep you. But luckily for you, Home's a little to far and I ain't dragging your ass all that way, right Trista?"

"Right, Canine," she said. 

Trista was the perfect woman. She never cheated nor did she ever get jealous of anything. She was the way all women should be. Completely submissive and loyal to their men. No matter how crazy or ruthless or unfaithful those men might be. Men have dominated women forever and it was always how Tommy Ventura thought it should be. 

All of a sudden, Tommy felt like he was going to come. "Holy shit," he said, stopping the busty bitch with his hand. "Easy. I wanna make this last a little longer. It's too much fun." He took the buxom cunt by the arm and lifted her up a bit. Then he told her to lift her titties and sandwich his cock with them. 

"Oh, god," she said, not even attempting to lift her tits.

"That's right: 'All God,' bitch." I'm gonna titty fuck you into next Sunday."

"Please don't." Her hands were up, but not under or on the sides of her tits, so Tommy took them himself and placed his cock in the crack between them, then began humping away like a rabbit in heat. 

The busty bitch closed her eyes as she moved back and forth, losing her balance a couple of times and almost falling over. This was probably something no one had ever done to her in her entire life and that idea excited Tommy even more. He looked over at the wannabe Judas and said, "Look, motherfucker! This is how you fuck a big titty whore! Fuck that pussy shit! This shit is the real deal!" 

The betrayer looked on in torment. He wants to die right now, Tommy thought. That's why he'll live. 

He looked down at the top of the woman's head. "Hey, bitch! Look at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes."

The woman looked at him. Her eyes were pink and swelling up with tears. 

"You like that? You like my big cock?"

The woman looked to her husband for help. 

The man said nothing. 

"Hey," Tommy said. "I'm talking to you!"

"Yes," the woman said as she looked up at him, her eyes piercing him with anger. "Yes. I love it. I love it when you fuck my big tits."

Those words drove Tommy over the edge. For a split second, he thought about stopping and then maybe going after the pussy or the ass or something, but before he could, he came. Rope after rope of thick hot semen shot out of his cock and onto the big-titty bitches neck, chest, and breasts as he let out a roar of pleasure. 

"Goddamn, that was fun," Tommy said. "I feel like I just won the lottery."

"She was that good," Trista said. 

"Yup," Tommy said. "She was that good."

"Can we get some of her, too," Dustin asked.

The semen-covered whore didn't protest like Tommy thought she would. 

"Sure. But take her upstairs, okay? I need to relax for a little and I need it a little quiet in here."

Eager, Dustin said, "Yes, sir," and grabbed the woman by the arm, lifting her up on to her feet and then walking her up to the stairs, the others following close behind. 

"I feel bad for you, Alex," Tommy said, sitting down on the couch, his cock still free. "They are going to fuck your wife up."

Alex lowered his head and began to cry again. 

Dustin threw the busty babe on the bed and her come-covered tits jiggled like crazy. "Come on, boys," he told the others as he climbed on to the bed. "It's feeding time." He opened his zipper and dropped his pants and his ten inch cock sprang free, pointing directly at the whore on the bed, ready to enter her and make her his. 

Hunter was the second to drop his pants and, as he stepped out of them, Max dropped his. Both of them had fourteen inch cocks. Enough to satisfy even the sluttiest of women. They're amazing, Dustin thought every time he saw them. He thought, If only...If only what? If only you could touch them? Stop thinking about that. You know it isn't right. You know that. So stop it. Before your thoughts get you killed. 




Punishment



Fighting to push away his deepest, darkest desires, Dustin climbed on to the bed and, with anger that had built up in him since childhood, forced the whore to get on her hands and knees and face the doorway as he got behind her. 

Max and Hunter climbed on to the bed, too, Max getting in front of her, Hunter getting under her and forcing her to lower her pussy down on to his cock. It must've hurt because the bitch yelped and closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side, tears rolling down her cheeks. Max took her head and made her face him again and poked her mouth with his cock. "Open up, you cunt."

"Please, don't do this to me." 

Hunter started thrusting upwards as Dustin spit on his cock and grabbed her hips and entered her ass very slowly. 

The bitch yelped again and Max slapped her face with his cock. "Come on," he said. "Open up. Suck my cock, you bitch. Do you want us to kill your husband? 'Cause we'll fucking do it. I swear."

Dustin humped her carefully, not wanting to rip apart her asshole with his big cock and Hunter slapped the cunt's face. "Hurry up, bitch!" he said, angrily. "Suck his dick!"

The woman shook her head as she lowered it, then lifted it and began sucking Max's cock. 

"Oh, yeah!" Max said. "That's right, bitch! Suck my cock." He moved his hips back and forth, going as far into her mouth as he could without choking her to death. 

Dustin watched the pleasure on Max's face and then looked down at the woman's head bobbing up and down and wished he could be doing that to him. 

Stop it, he thought to himself. It's disgusting. Get back to the slut. 

And he did. With a shake of his head, he started thrusting into the woman harder, forgetting all about being delicate and careful and really giving it to her the way a man should give it to a woman. The walls of her anus retracted as it felt him slide in and out of her and the skin of his cock began getting dry the more he did it. But before it could start hurting, he stopped fucking her, pulled his cock out of her, spit in his hand, rubbed it on his cock, then began fucking her again. Much more easily this time. His cock just slit in and out of her with no problems and it really felt good. He went deeper and deeper and soon his lap was smacking into her ass cheeks, making them jiggle back and forth as Hunter picked up speed and made them bounce up and down. The conflicting forces made her ass cheeks move as if they were intoxicated and didn't know which way to go. It was amazing. A sight he had seen countless times, but had never gotten tired of. 

So beautiful, he thought. 

The bitch's moans were muffled by Max's cock, but Dustin could hear them just fine and he could feel himself begin to lose a little control. "Oh, shit," he whispered, the nerves right under the head of his cock tickling him. "She feels so fucking good."

"You can say that again," Max said, taking hold of her hair and pushing himself inside of her much harder than before. 

Not wanting to be out-roughed, Dustin slapped the bitch's ass and she let out a muffled yelp that made the men laugh. 

"I'll be damned, if we ever find one like her again," Hunter said. "It's too bad we can't take her. 

"It really is," Max said. 

Dustin slapped her ass again, then leaned over a bit and looked at the side of the woman. He could see part of her breasts mushed against Hunter's chest as the come which had been left on there by their master a few minutes earlier dried slowly. 

Hunter saw Dustin looking at him and winked. 

Dustin smiled, then picked himself up. 

He continued fucking the woman, his cock fighting a constant battle with the walls of her anus, thinking, If only...

A couple of minutes later, Dustin pulled his cock out of the bitch's ass and shot his cock on her cheeks. Most of it stayed on top of her, but some of it rolled down the front and side of her ass and onto Hunter's leg.

Dustin thought Hunter would say something about that, but instead, he announced, "Awe, here it comes," and came inside the woman's pussy. The woman freaked out a bit and, for a second, Dustin thought it was just because Hunter had come inside of her, but then he noticed that Max was coming, and he realized that she was probably choking on his man-juice. 

Once all of them were out of her and relaxed, they all got dressed. "Come on, boys," Dustin said, grabbing the woman by the arm. "Let's get outta here." The bitch's face was red and shiny and when Dustin pulled her off the bed, she screamed in pain. 

"Come on, bitch. Stop being such a fucking pain." She could hardly move, but he didn't care. He made her walk across the room and then slapped her come-glazed ass. "Good girl."

They all left. 

As soon as his men entered the room with Alex's bitch, he got up and laughed. "Goddamn, boys. You really did a number on her, didn't you?" He went over to the woman, took her away from Dustin and then threw her on the floor next to her man. 

"Ow," she said, as she hit the floor. 

"Don't I keep my promises," Tommy said. "Now"—he turned to his men—"let this be a lesson to you all. If you ever leave me, I will consider it a betrayal and you will face severe consequences. You understand?"

"Yes, master," they all said. 

"Good." He looked back at Alex and his wife. "Now, you two."

"Tommy, please," Alex begged. "Don't hurt us anymore."

"Don't worry. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I've gotten my point across. I just wanted to bid you both farewell." He bowed. "I hope you both have a nice life and that you both know that this was definitely personal." 

And with that, Tommy and his clan left the couple on the floor in their own misery. 

A few hours later, Tommy and Trista were sitting on either side of a booth in an old western style restaurant, looking around at a few of the couples who were obviously still madly in love with each other. 

"You sure he won't rat on us?" Trista said. 

"Bunny Rabbit, how many times do I have to tell you? No. He's not going to rat on us. Believe me. He's learned his lesson. He won't ever piss me off again. He'll probably call an ambulance, yeah. And maybe the police. Sure. But he'll probably tell them that he got robbed and his girl got raped by some thugs who were just looking for some cash or some shit. Something like that. That's all. I promise you. And besides. Who the hell is gonna try to arrest me over here? All the cops know to avoid me."

"He can go to the feds."

"He won't go to the feds."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"How?"

"Trista."

"Okay, okay," she said, and looked at a cute couple sitting not ten feet from them. 

Tommy stared at her for a moment, thinking about how he wished he could feel something for her, and then, said, "Bunny Rabbit."

"Yes, Canine," she said, looking at him. 

"I love you."

She smiled. "I love you, too, Canine."

They kissed. 

"So have you picked one already?" Trista asked, looking around at the couples again. 

"Yup. You see that one over there by the bar?" He was pointing at a busty blonde who was being felt up by her hard muscled biker boyfriend. "I want that one."

"Figures," she said, and chuckled. 

He smiled, then said. "Come on. Let's wait outside for them."

And they went outside to join Dustin, Hunter, and Max by their car and waited for the couple to come outside. 

The rest of the night would be even better than it already had been.



Punishment



His anger abating, he slows his fierce punishment. Pausing to look at what he has done, he hears her muffled sobs and feels her tears flowing freely as they drop from her reddened eyes. She is so vulnerable spread over his knees with her fiery red bottom offered for whatever punishment he deems. Welted, swollen, striped and bruised from his spanking, her skirt is still up over her hips. Her wet panties are near by. Her legs are quivering and her thighs are slightly spread.

Reaching down, he gently pushes her legs farther apart and spends a moment looking at her lovingly. Feeling a stirring as his desire grows, he parts her punished cheeks to see her young nakedness. Holding her open, she gasps loudly at this embarrassment. Trying to rise, she finds herself pinned by his strong arms. Knowing it is without hope, she goes limp and allows him his way with her.

Pulling her open even more, he sees her tightly puckered asshole winking at him. Smiling, he sees it is slightly soiled from her straining against him during her punishment. Her tiny pink pussy is soaked from her salty urine that had dripped as she struggled desperately. A creaminess there betrays her mixed emotions and response to his attention.

Running a finger thru her wet crotch, he brings it to his nose to smell her scent. He picks her lacy, soiled panties from the floor and carefully wipes between her cheeks and down into her wet pussy, coating them with her juices and causing her to moan in shame to have him do this to her. She blushes furiously at this further indignation.

His cock fully erect now, her turns her over in his arms to sit on his lap. Before she can relax, he begins to slide his huge cock up inside her tightly clenched ass. Splitting her, opening its darkness, he tears her as he forces it in her virginal bottom. Helplessly sitting on top of his cock she feels it penetrate her where nothing has ever been.

Her sobbing cries unanswered as she is rudely impaled on his manhood. His strong hands on her childish hips forcing her down until she comes to rest on his swollen balls, crying and begging as it hurts her so very much. It burns as it opens her nether opening for the first time. She knows she is bleeding. It feels so big inside her asshole. A trickle of her golden pee escapes as she is forced deeper on his swollen manhood. She wants to please him, wants his love, but the agony of being sodomized so harshly is horrible.

Finally he stops to let her rest for a moment. She cries quietly as she aches, burning with a heat she has not ever felt before. Humiliated, she knows she has wet herself again and feels like she has to void her bowels but is terrified to move for fear that she will lose control. Her strong, dark, earthy smell brings new shame to her cheeks as she waits for him. Every spasm of her tortured bottom brings a reaction from his cock. She can feel its hardness deep in her belly as she tries to adjust around it.

Without warning, she starts to feel a different sensation as she relaxes. Slight movements begin to feel naughty and slippery as she feels the sticky mess in her bottom coating his cock. Gentle, exploratory movements of her little hips find newly felt pleasures. Startled by the unexpected reversal, she begins to please him in a way she never imagined. Her nipples’ hardening as she slowly rises off his cock, feeling the cool air entering where she was once so tight, before sitting back down with a sigh.

Crying out as she stretches again painfully, but this time not so badly as she watches his face to see his reaction. Now, braver, she slides up and down his slippery cock, feeling him get even harder as she, turning scarlet, realizes she is flowing her hot pee freely over his swollen balls without a thought. Pumping slowly up and down she listens to him moan as he cups her little bottom in his hands. Taking her and using her for his pleasure, she smiles lovingly at this man who has taught her so much as she moves her hips in time with his urging.

Feeling his need growing and his cock hardening inside her little bottom, she realizes he is close. Wanting to please him this way, she pushes faster, and harder and deeper as she feels her own release nearing. Closing her eyes, she leans back and tightens her bottom around his cock and using her sore inner muscles, sucks him until he explodes deep inside her virginal ass. Screaming as she feels his scalding hot sperm filling her to overflowing, she gushes her own special creaminess to pool between their joined bodies. Collapsing in his arms she rests comfortably as the spasms quiet slowly. 

Startles from her peacefulness, blushing, she looks down at the mess she has made and worries she will be punished again. With a childish smile, she quickly thinks of a way to keep that from happening. Grinning and realizing her power now, she quickly dismounts, enjoying his moans as she pulls his softening cock out of her stretched asshole. She giggles as she breaks wind and feels her wetness running freely down her thighs.

Feeling very naughty now, she quickly wipes his cock clean with her tiny panties. Caressing the part of him that was just deep inside her little body, she places it on her lips. He is still slippery from their juices and her scent strong on him as he hardens again in need, throbbing in her delicate hands. Her beautiful violet eyes open wide, adoring him, as she opens her mouth to give him her love.



Punishment



He sat quietly. No sounds in the house. She was late again. Two hours ago she’d called, said she was finishing up, would be home very shortly. He had the dinner ready, but now it was cold. He watched the chilled wine on the table, droplets of water sliding slowly down the sides, pooling at the bottom. 

He was tired. Waiting. His own dinner was untouched, cold, salad wilted, no longer even edible. A feast, gone to waste because she had once again gotten involved in something at work. Perhaps, he thought, she was just not interested. The surprises he’d had, the warmth and the feelings he wanted to share with her now cooled as well. 

He remained still as he heard her car pull up. Finally. The headlights shone through the living room window, then flicked off. He waited, heard the car door slam. The key in the lock, clicking. Quietly, the front door opened. 

She peeked inside, saw him sitting. Waited for a reaction. Something, anything. And received nothing.

She kicked off her heels, ready with an apology. Padded across the floor, the words ready, her voice suddenly lost as she saw his face, sad, but angry. She found herself on her knees in front of him. Her head lay quietly on his lap. She remained perfectly still, begging him silently not to be angry. 

After a time, his hands ran through her hair. Still no sound. He combed it out, slowly, carefully, completely under control, willing himself not to be angry. Instead, he felt himself wanting her, forgiving, but knowing what must come. As he did, his hands tightened in her hair, pulling it, not hard at first, but after gathering a bit of her hair in his hands, he could not contain himself any longer. He yanked back, pulling her head up.

“You’re late again.” His deep voice made her shiver. 

“I’m...” She started a reply.

“Shhh. Tonight, we have to put an end to it.” 

He arose, held out his hand. “Dinner is ruined, but perhaps there’s time for something else.”

Slowly, curious now, she took his hand, was drawn up. Standing, she nearly reached his height. He took her face in his hands, now, kissed her and then turn, walking toward the bedroom. “I have something for you,” he said over his shoulder. 

She followed him, wondering even more. How could he be so patient, so kind, even though she’d continually been late? This was not the one she’d known before. That was certain. A change. Something just below the surface, commanding her attention. He’d always been pleasant, so sweet, so understanding, but somehow she realized that there would be none of this tonight.

In the bedroom, she saw a filmy gown, lying on the bed. He stood next to it, looking down at it. 

“Put it on.” 

She slowly removed her clothes as he watched. She knew that he loved to see her nude, would run his hands over her body in his mind, touching her, tasting her, feeling her skin. That thought excited her. She wondered what would come next. 

Slowly, she slipped the gown over her head under his watchful gaze. 

“Turn around.”

She did. A slow pirouette, hands at her sides, then over her head.

“Stand still now,” he commanded. He bent, reached under the bed. A long crop was in his hand. She reacted, fearful. 

“Somehow I knew you’d be late tonight. Decided that it was time to teach you a little lesson.”

She gasped. At the same time, she thrilled at the thought, wondering how it might feel. She watched him, mesmerized, thinking that she should run, but could not as he sat slowly on the bed. 

“Come here now. Lay over my knee.” She did as she was told, completely hypnotized now. Her breasts slid over his knees, then hung down. Her arms rested on him, holding her up. 

He reached down now, lifted the gown, laying it over her back. Now, the crop rested on her buttocks, cool against the skin. He rubbed it back and forth across her soft thighs, the ribbing tickling slightly. His hand caressed her buttocks, sliding over the warmth.

Suddenly, without warning, he snapped the crop against her. A sting. She jumped. Again the crop struck her in the same spot. He rubbed his hand over it. It felt cool in comparison. 

Another snap. Harder this time. “Ouch!”

“Quietly, love. I’ll be gentle with you. But it’s time to learn.”

SNAP again. This time lower, right at the juncture of her buttocks and thighs. Suddenly, she felt the wetness, exposed, beginning to thrill her through the pain. 

Snap. His fingers slid between her thighs. Snap. She could feel the welts now. Snap. Then fingers, pushing into her, sliding inside. Snap. Snap. The pain was intense. It hurt. But she felt a warmth beginning to rise from under her. Her nipples felt hard, tight. Snap. She could feel her buttocks, red, welts rising under each hard crack of the crop. 

Tears formed, partly from the pain, partly from the desire. She wanted to grab him. Hold him. Snap. With each contact, her desire grew. She gripped his legs, bit her lip hard. Snap. She felt his own hardness pressing into her belly, needed it. 

Another SNAP. Hard, firm. She felt desperate. He reached down now, something metallic in his fingers. He slid it down her side, then clipped it onto a nipple. Pain! But suddenly, such an incredible feeling. SNAP. A clamp on the other side. 

His fingers found her pussy now, slid over her clit, massaging, rubbing, hard, pushing, insistent. The feelings grew. The fire in her expanded, taking her, rushing through her. She could feel it grow, suddenly found herself waiting, anticipating the next whoosh of the crop, hoping for it, craving it. Her body rose to accept it as she came, a torrent. She screamed. 

His hands ran through her hair now as he tugged, yanked at her. Suddenly, somehow, the release. The animal. She could not help herself, tore at his clothes, desperate to feel him, take him into her mouth, accept him inside her. 

He gripped her, stood her back, squeezing hard on her arms. The clamps held tightly now, sending pain, heat down through her. 

Suddenly, he turned her, pushed her down against the bed. Her nipples pressed into the mattress and she could feel him kneeling behind her. He pulled her buttocks apart as she felt his hot breath against her. His tongue slid down, wetting her, finding her pucker, lubricating it. She knew what was coming, had never felt it, could not decline it now. Anywhere, in any way. She had to have him inside her. 

His breathing grew heavy, faster. He rose now, his cock pressed hard against her. His fingers slid inside her, making her loose, pushing inside. She struggled, fought, knowing that he would take her. Knowing that it would hurt. Knowing that she must have him.

Suddenly, he was there, at the entrance. Her eyes widened. He pushed. Paused. Rammed his cock deep inside her, violating her. Oh, God, what a feeling. So deep, so very deep inside, pressing at her anus, his hips sliding against the warm welts that he’d raised. She leaned back, arms over her head, sliding down his back, scraping at him with her nails.

He reached down, sliding over her belly, down to her crotch, pressing, rubbing. A finger slid inside her dripping pussy. Another. Sawing, pulling, pressing at her clit, raising her to even another level. Again, she felt it building. He squeezed, feeling the muscles contract. 

He began to slide in and out of her, roughly, hard, ramming deep inside, as deep as she could imagine. She almost felt his cock break through, filling her so completely. A moan. It began, rising slowly from deep inside. 

Suddenly, just at the very peak, just as she was about to lose all control, he pulled his hands from her wet pussy, gripped the clamps and yanked. The sensation, the heat, the hot clips sliding over her nipples sent her into oblivion, all thought of control lost now as wave after wave took her. 

Another scream. And then silence as she collapsed onto the bed. 

Slowly, he withdrew. Stood. 

“Perhaps you’ll be more interested in coming home and a little less taken with work in the future, love.” 

He dressed, walked slowly out of the bedroom to finish his wine. She lay there for a moment, then slowly crawled into bed. “We’ll see about that, I think.” And drifted off to sleep.



Punishment



She sat quietly in the hard chair. She had already tried protesting her innocence. They didn’t care. And here, what they said mattered. She only hoped someone would eventually contact her embassy. The door behind her opened and the men in the room snapped to attention. A deep, harsh voice asked questions to which one of the men replied. She didn’t understand a word. A sharp command and the men left. She was alone with whoever was standing behind her. He moved around to where she could see him. He was at least seven feet tall, massively muscled and coldly handsome. His odd topaz eyes studied her. She met his gaze steadily.

“So, woman,” he said harshly, “why do you smuggle drugs into our country?” He gestured to the contents of her purse and suitcase. 

She sighed. “I am not smuggling drugs,” she said quietly.

“No?” He picked up a small zippered pouch. “Then what is this?” He opened it and spilled out several sealed syringes.

“I am allergic to many things,” she said, a trace of exasperation in her voice, “including spider bites. A spider bite will kill me. That’s what those are for. To prevent shock and death.” She sighed again. “Just read the labels. They are sealed, after all.”

He took one in his large hands and read the label. Then he put all of them back into the pouch and closed it. His cold expression eased into something like embarrassment. He moved very close to her. “My men are convinced these are illicit drugs,” he said. “They will not understand if you go unpunished.”

Her eyes turned cold. “So I go to prison because of a mistake?”

His topaz eyes gleamed. “I did not say prison,” he said softly. “I said punishment.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of…punishment?”

He walked around her. “I could give you to them for a while,” he murmured. “You look strong. Accommodating them should not be beyond you.” He still circled her.

She was shaking he head. “And if don’t want to be the camp whore?”

His teeth gleamed in a sudden cold grin. “Them,” he said softly, “…or me.” He suddenly held her by a handful of hair. Then he kissed her, hard and…hungry. He leaned over her, his hand still tangled in her hair. She looked up into his eyes and chose.


“Not them,” she whispered. His hard kiss had shot through her like an electric shock. He let go of her and stepped back.

“Strip,” he commanded. Trembling slightly, she removed her clothes. She shivered. Her nipples hardened. He handed her handcuffs. “Put them on,” he said. Silently, she snapped the cuffs first on one wrist then on the other. “Now you will march ahead of me, through the compound, to my quarters.” She shivered again even though the room was very warm. She swallowed suddenly. 

Her eyes went to the small pouch. “Please bring that with you,” she whispered. He pushed her towards the door. She did not see him put the pouch in his pocket. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped outside. He steered her with touches on her shoulder as she walked through the compound to his quarters. His men watched, grinning, making rude gestures. She ignored them, her mind focused on her…punishment.

Inside, he took her cuffed wrists and held them over her head. Then he backed her against a wall and fastened her arms high over her head. That raised her breasts nicely. Then he stripped. His large penis had already begun to swell. He took her breasts in his hands, squeezing, caressing. He pinched her hard nipples watching her eyes. She moaned as the fire streaked from her breasts to her groin.

“This is supposed to be punishment,” he said softly. Then he twisted her nipples hard. She arched as the sudden pain intensified her arousal. He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, raking his teeth over the sensitive nub of hard flesh. She arched again. He began chewing on her nipple, biting harder, as she writhed against him. Then he went to the other nipple, teasing, sucking, biting. She was writhing, moaning, her hips rocking against him. He had never had a woman respond like this. He pushed between her legs. She was dripping wet and hot.

“Punishment,” he whispered harshly as he lunged up, impaling her. She arched and screamed as the sudden pain of his savage thrust poured through her. Again. And again until he was completely in her. She was whimpering, trembling. He was huge! He began thrusting into her. She writhed and cried out. He hurt! The pain was sweet torture as her body convulsed in sudden orgasm. Still, he moved in her, forcing the entire massive length of his steel hard penis completely into her with each powerful stroke. She writhed and screamed and climaxed. He took her until his own massive orgasm pulsed hotly into her. He slowly withdrew from her quivering body. His hands roamed over her sweat soaked body, feeling her quivers of arousal. He leaned against her, crushing her body against the wall. “You take…punishment…well,” he whispered. She moaned softly. His hard body kept her aroused. He looked down at her, eyes gleaming. Then he backed away from her and pulled on his pants. He didn’t bother with the rest of his clothing. He left her fastened to the wall, his fluids coating her legs, watching her, as he barked an order. A soldier promptly appeared. He gave more orders. The soldier saluted and left. He went back to stand in front of her. Then he pinched her nipples hard, laughing softly as she moaned and writhed.

The soldier reappeared carrying a large tray. He set it on a table, saluted, and left. The huge man uncovered an array of plates, two cups, and wine. He picked up a plate and stood in front of her. She found her gaze held by his topaz eyes. He fed her bit by bit, giving her some of the wine. She found herself feeling more and more addicted to him. She licked his fingers slowly as he fed her, letting her arousal show. She quivered inside. She was naked, helpless. He’d used her hard. He was feeding her like a pet and she was so aroused that if she’d been free, she would have been climbing all over him. When she finished, he kissed her again, hard, insistent. She yielded, parting her lips under his. 

Suddenly, she stiffened. A short cry escaped her. He saw her eyes widen and then roll back as a seizure gripped her. He saw the small spider run along her arm. She was thrashing, choking. He remembered the syringes. Hastily, he pulled out the pouch and took out one of them. He broke the seal and jabbed the syringe into her thigh, pushing the plunger to inject the drug. She convulsed for a few more seconds and then hung limp, unconscious. He released her, catching her limp body in his arms as he shouted for the doctor. 

He laid her on his bed as the doctor appeared. When she finally came to, she was lying in his arms, held tight against his muscular chest. “I did not intend your…punishment…to be so severe,” he said softly. “You were bitten by a spider.” She saw the small pouch on the table.

“You used one?” she whispered. He nodded. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Sleep awhile longer,” he said, a smile lightening his eyes, “your…punishment…is not finished.”

“Oh, good,” she breathed and sighed into sleep.

Two days later, he resumed her punishment. Her screams could be heard throughout the camp as his huge penis ravaged her willing body again and again. No one is surprised when he married her. And she joyfully accepted her punishment every night.



Punishment



He had her pinned up against the desk, his crotch pressed to her bare ass. Her thigh high stockings did nothing to conceal the globes of her cheeks, exposed as they were by the black satin thong she'd worn that day. She gasped as she felt him stiffen in his pants and a growl issued from his throat. 'You like this, don't you, you little slut. You want it so bad your pussy is soaking' he hissed in her ear. He had his left fist wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back as his right hand groped at her exposed breasts, the nipples stiffened to almost painful little points. 

He grasped one firmly between his thumb and index finger, rolling it back and forth. She sighed and pressed her ass against him more firmly, grinding her hips against his. "Ummhmm," she murmured, her head moving slightly from one side to the other. He pulled back for a moment. His hand left her breast and she knew a sudden ache, a longing for her nipple to be squeezed between his strong fingers once more. She whimpered and he pulled at her head again, his hot breath fanning her ear once more as he said, 'When I tell you you'll be here at a certain time, you WILL be here... I don't give a fuck what excuse you come up with! '

With the last word she heard his buckle being undone and a rustle of fabric from behind her. 'You were 4 minutes late... you should NEVER be late. For that I think you need punishment, don't you?' His hand ran over her exposed ass and she wondered what he meant. CRACK! She jumped bumping against the desk as his hand came down hard on the left side of her butt. Again and again he smacked her naked ass, the skin heating under the punishment. 'You like this don't you, my little whore. I bet you want me to fuck you right now, don't you? Hmm? Personally, I don't think you deserve my cock stuffed into that tight little pussy. What were you thinking, walking in here like some high and mighty bitch goddess. What did you think I would do when you sat down and let your skirt ride up on the side, showing off those thigh highs? Did you honestly think I'd be amused?? Did you think that would save you from the fact that you...were...late?' 

His hand whipping down onto her ass, punctuating them, emphasized his last words. "I'm...I'm sorry...I can't help it if the car wouldn't start..." her words stopped abruptly as he ripped off her thong, the satin parting easily under his forceful grip. 'Shut up, bitch. I didn't tell you to speak!' His hand slid down in front of her, groping her now soaking pussy. His large fingers probed her lips, resting against her clitoris. She moaned and arched back, eagerly seeking his warmth in the cold room. "Please.....I won't be late again...just...please..." she stammered, her heart pounding. 

He groaned as his finger found her wet opening. 'I told you... you are so WET! You were late on purpose... weren't you!' He whispered into her ear again. She was gone, for certain. She wanted him so badly she was shaking...quivering like a tightly strung bow, every nerve singing, screaming for release. He threw her head forward and grabbed her hips, pushing hard up against her. She could truly feel him now, his pants down as he pressed his throbbing cock against the crack of her ass. "Oh, for heaven's sake.....please...fuck me...I need it so bad..." she heard herself beg, the whimper escaping her lips. 

He grasped his cock and pressed it against her slit from behind, the head resting against the space she wanted him desperately to fill. She moaned again, reaching down with one hand to grasp him, stroking the head resting against her pussy. He pushed down hard on her back, making her lay across the desk, scattering pens and a small stapler out of her way. He wriggled his cock a bit, teasing her swollen clit. He pulled back a bit and then thrust home, sinking his cock to the hilt tightly inside her. She gasped and almost came at that point, her body closing around him like a vise. "Ahhhh" she sighed, feeling full at last. She'd waited so long for this moment, so patiently, waiting for him to come home. 

He grasped her hips tightly and pulled almost completely out of her, only to slam back into her, his swollen, pulsing cock filling her and then retreating yet again. He gripped her tightly, slamming into her. Every nerve was screaming now, her breath quickening. The tense coil inside her twisted more tightly and she gasped, "Oh God, I'm going to come...oh...oh...OH!" Her body tensed, the coiled spring releasing suddenly. Her body locked up, her legs stiffened, and a scream wrenched itself from her throat. She shook as though an electric current raced through her body. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down harder on his throbbing rod, pounding her faster as he reached his own orgasm. 

She felt the hot flood rush the insides of her quivering pussy. He rested his head against her back for a moment, his breath rasping in his throat. "I have waited so long to do that....so long..." he whispered against her warm skin, his lips pressed against her spine. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling bereft. Her skirt fell as she stood up straight once more, her legs wobbly as a newborn colt's. She turned around and saw he was starting to button his pants once more and placed her hands over his. 

"Not yet, lover..." She said, dropping to her knees in front of him. She looked up into his eyes and then pulled his underwear down again, exposing his still hard cock. She pulled him out once more, wrapping her lips around him. Now, it was his turn to groan as she took him deep into her mouth, his rod stiffening fully as she clamped down on it, running her tongue along the ridge of his head. She slid her mouth up and down over his cock, licking and sucking. She tasted herself on his pole, and his own come as well as she hummed tunelessly, her mouth vibrating over his hot flesh. He groaned again, grabbing her head and pushing her down harder on his cock. 'I'm gonna come again, you want want that my little slut?' He didn't give her any time to answer, burying his cock in her mouth, holding her head in place. 

She wrapped her cool hand around his balls and with the other hand, grabbed his ass, pulling him close as she squeezed his nuts gently in her hand. His hands balled up into fist in her hair and he came again, flooding her mouth with his semen. She swallowed quickly as his essence poured into her eager mouth, and then she continued to suck, wanting every bit of his juices. He tensed and pulled her head away from his crotch. 'Such a good little slut...you didn't even choke this time, and it's been a while. ' He murmured, now stroking her hair with a trembling hand. 

She rested her head against his bare thigh, then stood up, pressing her half-naked body against him as she leaned her head to rest in the crook of his shoulder. "Well, if that's what I get when I'm 4 minutes late, next time I make sure I'm not here for at least 30!" She chuckled as she pulled up her panties from where they'd fallen around her ankles. He chuckled as he buttoned his pants again and the wrapped her in his warm embrace.



Punishment



So what shall your punishment be, my pet? I come home from working an all night shift to find you in your room, watching a XXX DVD we bought together a few weeks ago, your legs parted wide, your hand between your legs, fingertips rubbing over the bud of your clit. Your eyes, as I walked in, were riveted to the display on the TV screen, a well-toned nymph with long auburn hair falling around her angelic face, her mouth full of cock as another man behind her slowly pushes and pulls his cock out of her ass, glistening with sweat. You look up at me and playfully pout as you ask, "Was I bad?" 

"I thought we were going to watch it together."

"I got horny and I couldn't wait. I'm sorry." You look up at me through long, thick lashes, biting your full bottom lip, full of contrition, but I see the ghost of a smile there, too. You knew what would happen, and you wanted to get caught. I know exactly what your punishment should be...

Of all my favorite boudoir accessories, the Bed Spread has to be one of my favorites, a must-have for those of us not possessed of a four-poster bed. The Bed Spread's two sturdy straps adjust to snugly fit around any mattress, one at the head and the other at the foot, and the two sets of Velcro cuffs connect to buckles on each strap, binding your wrists and ankles as wide apart as desired. In that kind of vulnerable, oh so desirable position, a feather tickler, would be a delightful way to begin your punishment. You wouldn't be able to do much more than squirm as I trace the tips of that feather tickler along your sides, your belly, and the soft skin of your inner thighs... 

I love strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast. I think I'll have my breakfast off of you. Cover your nipples with cool mounds of the light fluffy cream from the spray can, topped with a single strawberry slice on each one, then a long, straight trail of cream down the center of your belly. Press the tip of the can just over your clit, letting the cream gush and create another mouth-size mound directly over it, then parting your lips with the tip of the can and filling your slit. I'd start by cleaning your nipples very thoroughly, taking the strawberry slice off of each one with my teeth, then taking everything into my mouth, sucking the whipped cream off your nipple, using my tongue to clean and get every drop of cream and strawberry juice that might have dripped off down around your breasts. 

Lick down your belly, scooping up the cool white trail with my eager tongue, letting its tip drag along your skin, tasting you, so very sweet, feeling your belly rise and fall with your quickening breaths. At last I'm between your legs, licking along your inner thighs, down to the most delicious part of my meal. Extending the tip of my tongue at the bottom of your lips, licking upwards, licking away the whipped cream between them, pressing my tongue deeper to draw the wetness seeping from inside you along with the sweet cream into my hungry mouth. 

Once its all gone, I keep my tongue pressed between your lips, extending it further, so the tip probes you, eager to be thorough, cleaning up every single taste of cream within you, savoring the flavor of your own juices. Lick upwards, to the top of your lips, to your covered clit, and engulf the creamy mound with my open mouth, drawing the coolness back into my throat as my lips close around your clit and suck hard, then part to allow my flickering tongue to lick and lash, cleaning you, then lingering to play with your clit, working you up, moving up and down, back and forth across it, draw it between my teeth and gently nip, then lick over and over until I feel your body starting to heave, your back arching, your pelvis thrusting against my face. I feel your orgasm nearing, nearing... and then I pull away, taking the time for one last lick inside you, to take your sweetness onto my tongue. Take a last strawberry slice between my teeth, I rise up and lower my head to your mouth, inviting you to take the strawberry in a kiss, letting our mouths meet so you can taste the fruit and your own juices upon my mouth and tongue.

Reaching by the side of the bed, I take a long, slim vibe made of clear plastic, lube it up a little bit, and then slip a latex sleeve over it, so it is has the shape and feel of a penis. Lower myself to the edge of the bed again, so that I'm kneeling by its side, between your legs, and I can look up close to your pussy and up to your face, watching me. Start to rub the tip of the penis-shaped vibe between your wet lips, pressing just enough to part them, wetting it so that I can drag it along your inner thighs, back and forth, over and over. Lay the length of the vibe over the slit, then drag it upwards until the tip rubs over your clit, moving it in slow, tiny circles. Take the vibe away let you watch as I cover it in the clear lube gel that you've seen me use on the toy for me, then rub it back over your clit, letting it glide back and forth.

Turn on the vibe, on the slow setting, so it sends its vibrations through your clit as I rub you with it, circling your clit over and over with it until I hear you moaning loudly, your body squirming, lifting from the bed, pressing your clit into the toy. I feel your orgasm nearing again, and I start to lick at your clit and part your lips with the tip of the toy, rubbing just inside them, working you up further, further... and then I pull away once again. I slip up beside you on the bed, letting the tip of the vibe move over your nipple, turning up its speed. Kiss your neck up to your ear and whisper, "I'm not going to let you cum yet, naughty girl, not for a long time. I want to make it clear to you what your punishment is. I want to drive you crazy with the need to cum, to be fucked and filled and to cum over and over. I want you to scream out for me how badly you want it, how badly you need me, how I own you, my darling, and you live to serve me."

I unbuckle you from the bed straps and order on your knees, In a moment you're bound to the straps again, your head and shoulders down into the pillows, your ass up high for me Position myself behind you and begin to kiss, lick and bite at your ass, down into the cleft, where I begin to lick at your anus, point my tongue and press it against the little hole, licking around and around it, again and again. My hand lays flat against your ass cheek, circling it with my fingers... and then I lift it high and drop it fast, spanking your ass hard. I hear you gasp in surprise, and keeping my tongue licking at your ass, I begin to spank you, again and again. I take my tongue away on occasion to spank the other cheek, but for most of the time I'm licking your anus, letting my hand rain blow after blow to your smooth, quivering flesh. When I stop, I see your cheeks are a little pink. I also see your juices running freely down your thighs, and I lower my mouth to lick them, clean them. 

Move to the side of the bed where you can see me, reach under you and pinch each of your nipples hard. Like to hear you gasp, to groan... then, as you're watching, I lube up the vibe again, and move back behind you. I rub the tip against your anus, let it sink in slowly, gently, holding it firmly as your muscles adjust and relax, drawing it in further until just the black base is visible. Your loud moan tells me you want more, so much more, and so I turn on the vibe, let it pulse inside you as I start to slip it in and out, slowly moving it, pulling it almost all the way out, then pushing it back in just as slow. Reach down between your legs and rub my thumb lightly over your clit as the toy moves in and out of your ass... as I start to move the toy in and out faster, turning up the speed to the highest setting, I hear your moans turn to cries, begging, pleading to cum, that you're so close... and that's when I pull the toy out of you again, take my hand away from your clit. I hear your breathing subside, hear you still moaning, whimpering, your hands bound, you can't reach down and give it the relief you want.

I stand off to the side of the bed, where you can see, and slowly take off my clothes, my boxers last, so that you can see my hard cock throbbing, the tip wet with my excitement. Pull the sleeve off of the vibe that was inside you, and lube it up again. Turning away from you, and looking back at you on the bed, I bend over and start to slip it into my own ass, letting you watch as I take it in, slide it back out again, then in, then out again, just as I did to you. I stand on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, my cock inches from your mouth, wet at the tip. I slide the toy back inside fully, and you see me turn on the toy, hear its soft hum from inside me. "Just watch me," I command you, and push my cock closer to your mouth, starting to stroke it from balls to tip, the view you love, now inches from you, the toy moving in and out, my hand moving up and down slowly, my other hand beneath me, fingertips pushing and pulling the toy out of me as your watch. 

"Lick my balls. Stick out your tongue and use it for me." I move closer to you, within reach of your mouth, and watch as you eagerly kiss my scrotum and with a moan extend your tongue and begin to lick between them, over them. "Take the head of my cock in your mouth. Just the head... suck on it while I feed it to you." I lower myself until I'm sitting in front of you, the toy fully inside me, held in by the bed beneath me. You take the head of my manhood between your lips as I continue to stroke it, the top of my hand meeting your mouth with each movement. Your mouth feels delightful as I stroke into it. I feel the powerful urge to feed it completely into your mouth, to let you bring me to orgasm and fill your mouth with my seed, but the punishment must, MUST continue.

I pull away from you, and pull the toy from my ass so that I can walk behind you again. You whine as I take my cock away, pleading for it, but we're not finished yet. I set myself behind you, and undo the buckles holding your wrists to the bed. But I don't free you--instead, I buckle the cuffs to each other, behind your back, so that you can't push yourself up off the bed, and your hips and ass stay high up on the bed for me. I step back for a moment to admire you, my love, so beautiful in this ultimate submissive position, knowing it won't be long now until I take you, claim you once again as completely mine. Just a little bit more.

When you look back at me, you see I have in hand a string of anal beads. I press my face fully to your pussy, extending my tongue to probe at your lips and lick at your clit. Slowly my hands feed each one of the beads into your ass, until only the ring at the end sticks out. I hear you groan and whimper when each one slips in, and when they are all in, I lick your clit, harder and faster than before, pressing my mouth to you, working it, wanting to feel your juices flowing freely down my chin. As I lick you, I'm stroking my cock, feeling it throb in my hands, feeling the ache to fill you come close to consuming me. 

Your orgasm nears again, and I hear you shouting, crying out that it's coming, begging that I let you cum this time. I continue to lick and suck and until I feel your body start to go rigid, and then I stand up on the bed, squatting as I push my cock fully inside in a savage thrust. You scream as it enters you, and I feel your whole body start to shudder as I begin to thrust, your orgasm beginning at once. I rip the beads from your ass in a single, swift pull, thrusting again and again into you, as you mouth opens and unleashes a long, loud, cry, then forming the words that bring my orgasm even nearer. 

"Fuck me, FUCK ME!! Make me cum again, please... please... yours... all yours... " 

I press my thumb into your ass as I thrust and grind into you harder, my body slamming into yours, our flesh slapping together, punctuating your moans and shouts. I reach forward and unbind your hands, so that you can put them beneath you and arch your back further into me. When you push yourself up from the bed, I take hold of your hair, pull your head back towards me the way I KNOW you love, the way I know you need... I feel your pussy start to squeeze and spasm around me, and I lean forward into, groaning loudly into your ear as I explode, completely inside you, pressing against you. We both cry out together, and I pull you back towards me, holding your body, my arm around your torso, to me as we shudder. We collapse together, me on your back, then slipping off to your side. I reach down to unbuckle your ankles, then push you over onto your side so that I can lay with you, facing you. You drape one leg over my hip as I hold you and you hold me. I look in your eyes, brush your hair back behind your ear, and kiss your lips gently, then your forehead. 

"Let that be a lesson to you, my dear. I hope you learned it well... "



Punishment



It had been almost two months since the divorce was final between you and your ex-wife Angie. God she had been a conniving woman, full of anger and jealousy. She was been so mad when her ex-husband (though the divorce hadn’t been final at the time) had hooked up with me. As I wait for you to get home, I’m thinking about the life you lead with her, and the child that you still share. Custody was split, but that was okay with you and I because, after all, every young couple likes to have fun. The kind of fun you can’t have with a seven year old lingering around. I love her loads, but sometimes, I’m glad she’s at mommy’s house for the night.

I’ve been looking at porn pictures all day long, and you know it. You’ve already promised me that I’ll be punished for being a bad girl. When you left work, you sent me an instant message to undress, light the bedroom candle, put on my collar and my blindfold, and chain myself to the leash at the end of the bed. With the leash connected at my neck, I can sit, but not stand. You said I had been very naughty; I’m not supposed to be turned out without your permission, and I’m really not allowed to play with myself either, but I told you about the two orgasms I had today using the vibrator. You weren’t pleased with me at all. As I sit there, leaning against the bed, my fingers go to the collars around my neck. I don’t always wear two, only when you tell me to. The first is a chain necklace, fastened at the back with a small Master lock. This is my symbol of pride, though I never tell anyone what it means. It never comes off, except when you allow it, and it symbolizes my submission to you. The second collar is a leather choker with a simple buckle and a d-ring in the front. The leash is hung here, and I don’t dare move or touch myself, because I know you will be even more displeased. 

So I wait, for what seems like hours, though I know it will only take you thirty minutes to arrive at home. I sit very still, my heart racing, my pussy wet with anticipation. I can hear one of the cats yowling outside the bedroom door, but it does not seem nearly as loud as the silence beyond. I am waiting with baited breath for the sound of the front door, perfectly still to please my Master. 

At last, after waiting forever, I hear the door in the front of the house open and close. Hurriedly, I re-arrange my position so that I am on my knees, my legs spread, with my head bowed to show my respect to you. One of the first things you told me when I became yours was that this was something I must do when I have been naughty. It shows you that your slave is doing just what you asked, and is ready to receive what may come to her. I sit, but you are obviously not in any hurry to punish me, because it is several minutes before you open the bedroom door and come in, closing it behind you quietly. You walk past me, though I cannot see you, and I hear you rustling around the bedroom. I remain silent, as I am supposed to, for a good slave does not speak unless told to. 

“You were a very bad girl today.” You say to me now, coming to stand before me. I know you are there, because I can smell the cologne you wear. The one that always entices me to do such naughty things. You reach down, and pull me closer by the leash and I let out a little gasp. “Weren’t you?”

“Y…yes Master.” I reply, my face hot. 

“I am pleased to see you listened enough to remain where I told you to.” You say now. “But unfortunately, you must be punished before you are rewarded.” You unclip the leash and insert your finger through the D-ring, pulling me up onto my knees. “Why am I still dressed?” You ask, and using my hands to feel, I stand to remove your shirt. I made the mistake once of staying on my feet, and learned well the lesson then. Now, knowing you do not allow me to stand unless you tell me to, I sink back to my knees to unfasten your belt and pull your pants and boxer shorts down to your ankles. You step out of them and kick them aside. “I want you to taste me.” 

“Yes Master.” I say, using my shaking fingers to grab your cock and lean forward to pull it in with my lips. You give a moan of pleasure and I feel happy that I am pleasing you. I move back and forth smoothly, keeping my teeth away from your tender penis (another hard lesson learned). You entangle your fingers in my hair and push me faster. At first, I think you’re going to make me swallow your cum, something I hate doing because I nearly always choke on it. But, just as you are about to climax, you push me away and I give an involuntary shudder. I drop my face again, waiting for your next command. 

“Get on the bed.” You say. There is no tenderness in your voice now. I know the time has come to take my punishment, and I hesitate. “Now.” I can put it off no longer. I crawl up onto the bed like you told me to. “Now, get down on your hands and knees.” You tell me. I do as you instruct, still unable to see, and still shaking; partially from my horny emotions, and partially from anticipation. There is no fear, though I know what is coming next. You run something along my spine and I shiver; you have taken our your leather flogger. This is one of your favorite ways to punish me because it makes me moan so loudly. I feel it coming just before it happens. In a strong blow, the first strike hits me and I moan loudly. You do not reply, but strike again. You never hit me too hard, just hard enough to get the point across. I’ve been a bad girl, and you’re teaching me a lesson. This is all part of the training, you say during these times, to perfect your slave.

I count the blows to twelve, and then I feel my arms weaken. Without meaning to, I move away. You stop immediately and I can feel your eyes on me.

“You moved. Did I tell you it was time to move?” You ask. I am still breathing heavily, but I manage to reply.

“N…no Master.” I say now. 

“Well we’ll need to prevent that for the rest of your punishment, won’t we?” You ask. I nod in compliance, though I dread what this means. Before I can react, you handcuff my wrists to the bed-frame and tie me securely down. I cannot move, but rather than being afraid, I am so turned on I can’t focus on anything except the heat of the room and your presence. 

“Please Master,” I beg, “I was a bad girl.”

“Yes, you were a very bad slave.” You reply. Then you begin flogging me again. I moan again and again, and cry out a few times. You hit me thirteen more times before you cease, and I can feel my body shiver. I am close to an orgasm, but you haven’t pushed me over the edge yet. You untie me, and loose my hands from their cuffs. “Roll over.” You tell me. “You took your punishment very well. I think it’s time to reward you.”

I roll over without speaking, and lie on my back, between our two sets of pillows, still in darkness from the blindfold. I am very conscious of the fact that we are both naked, and that you are so near. I let my hand trace down my stomach and into my pussy, which is very wet from my juices. You spot me quickly. “You are not to play with yourself.” You remind me, yanking my hand away to handcuff it again. I give another moan, this time out of longing, but I don’t dare try to use the other hand. You soon cuff that one so that they are spread to my sides. Then, you begin to tie me up again, using fifty feet of rope for each side of my body, making sure I am secure in my bonds. My knees are up, and my legs spread as far as I can spread them. My pussy is openly displayed for the pleasure of my Master and my body shakes with pleasure. I lick my lips, and daring to speak I say;

“Master, may I taste you again.”

“Yes, of course.” You reply, and you straddle my face so your dick touches my lips. I lick the tip at first, tasting the salty pre-cum that waits for me there, and then I take your whole dick into my mouth and begin pumping. I have never told you so, but I am always torn on this part. Sometimes I love it, and sometimes I don’t, but I always do it to please you. The more pleased you are, the better off I am, because if I please you you call me a good girl and there are rewards. You moan in pleasure as I let you fuck my mouth, and then pull away before you cum, determined to save that for last. I try to move closer, to get your dick back into my mouth, but you just give a little chuckle and say;

“In time, slave. For now, it is time for the rest of your punishment, and then your reward. Shall I reward you by letting you orgasm?”

“Yes, please Master.” I say, my body shivering for the longing of an orgasm. I cannot move very much at all, and being restrained is a major turn on for me. I give another shiver, feeling as though someone has lit a fire between my legs. You reach down and run your hands along my slit, and I gasp, wishing for you to plunge your fingers into me and bring me to pleasure. But you won’t; not until you’ve tortured me a bit first. It’s one of your favorite punishments, too.

I hear you pull something from your nightstand, and then the whirring of the vibrator that I love so dearly. I realize that I am breathing very heavily, and that my mouth is dry and my pussy is wet. You lie down between my spread legs and run the vibrator along my sensitive pink tissue. I writhe with pleasure, awaiting the moment you will let me cum. For now, I lay, as still as possible, trying to be a good slave while you torture me. You turn the vibrator to high, and the sound grows louder. You run it down past my clit (my favorite spot for you to hold it) and shove it into my dripping pussy. I cry out in delight as the vibration makes my whole body shiver. I can feel it rubbing against my insides as you move it in and out. It brings me close to my orgasm, but I force myself to hold back because you haven’t given me permission yet. 

But the torture grows worse. Once satisfied with the position of the vibrator, you lean down and began toying my clit with your tongue. This sends my body into spasms and a warm, tense feeling fills me. I am about to orgasm. I let my body take over, but just as I edge to the explosion, you stop and pull the vibrator out. I shudder, and open my mouth to beg you for my orgasm.

“You are not to orgasm until I give you permission.” You tell me now and I nod.

“Yes Master.” I say in response, but you do not resume your torture of me. I have a feeling you are waiting for me to beg you to give me the ultimate pleasure that cumming brings. “Please Master, will you let me orgasm?”

“Yes. You have been a good slave in asking.” So you come back with the vibrator and shove it back inside me. My body, already so close to orgasm, rush like fire in dry brush. Your tongue against my clit brings me into full excitement and I explode inside. My back arches, and you press your face further against my box, licking all my juices up. I am unable to move for a long moment as I continue to spasm, your tongue and the vibrator still working me through my orgasm. At last, I relax, and start coming down, but you don’t stop. You continue with the vibrator, enjoying the way my body jerks with horniness after such a magnificent orgasm. At last, when I am just on the verge of begging you to stop, you do and you turn the vibrator off. “Are you ready to please me again?” You ask, and I nod eagerly.

“Yes Master!” I say. “Let me please you. Please do me hard and fast so that you may feel ultimate pleasure.” You do not respond, but instead crawl up between my legs, using your arms for support to lean over me, and then use one hand to run your dick up and down my slit, preparing me for another orgasm. I shiver, and then cry out in surprise as I always do, when you shove your handsome dick into my pussy. You lean in to kiss me, and then your hips begin to move. I can taste my own cum on your lips and it turns me on again. You ride me hard, and I moan often, so very close to orgasming again. You pull out the vibrator and press it hard to my clit, which makes me wet all over your dick. You fuck me so hard I think my brain is spinning, and then, we orgasm together.

My pussy tightens around your rod just as you cum, shooting your load into me. We both shudder and gasp, sweat glistening over our bodies, something I can feel but cannot see. You reach up and pull of the blindfold and I squint in the candlelight for a moment before my eyes adjust to the light.

We kiss again, long and tender, and I savor the taste of my juices on your lips. Another lesson learned, and another night’s memory. It is then that a naughty thought crosses my lips and I give you a mischievous smile. I can’t wait until tomorrow.



Punishment



I am waiting for you, wearing the thin leather collar you gave me last time we were together, and nothing else. You expect to arrive and find me in the hall kneeling with my knees spread apart and hands on my thighs. But as a test you did not tell me when you would arrive. After two hours of kneeling I wonder if you are really going to arrive or if you forgot about me. My fingers twitch, there is a cramp in my foot and I long to stand up and stretch. 

"Just a few more minutes" I say out loud, "If she is not here in a few more minutes I am getting up from here." I am shocked in the months we have been together I have never disobeyed you, never even considered it. Now after only two hours I am ready to ignore your instructions.

Five minutes go by, then ten. After 20 more minutes I can take it no longer. I lean forward and get on all fours in preparation to get to my feet when the door opens. I am afraid to look. I know you must be angry.

"Well, I expect to find my girl patiently and obediently awaiting my arrival, but what do I see? A disobedient slut who cannot even follow simple instructions." Your voice cuts through the quiet house and causes a shiver to run down my spine.

I return to my kneeling position and look at your feet. You are wearing your favorite black boots and in my attempt to be humble I memorize the pattern of the leather.

You take a step towards me. I am trembling now unsure of the punishment for this first act of disobedience. All of our time together until now had been a blur of pleasure and service and in one moment of weakness I had jeopardized the pleasure I had come to associate with our moments together. You reach out and hold my chin in your hand.

Gently you raise my chin so I am forced to look at you. As I raise my eyes I notice that you are wearing stockings and garters under your skirt and I begin to get moist as I wonder if you are wearing panties. Your hand raises my face higher and I can now see that your wonderful, luscious large breasts are straining against a white lace camisole and I could see the shadow of your erect nipples through the exquisitely fine lace. Your eyes lock with mine and I finally see the disappointment and anger in them.


"Mistress," I begin but the look in your eyes stops me before I even make another sound.

"I will accept no excuses," your voice never moves above a normal volume but I feel like you are screaming at me in anger. I lower my eyes and you release my chin only to lift it up again this time to clip a leash to the hook on my collar. You pull on the leash and I have no choice but to fall forward on my hands and knees. You are silent as you lead me from the scene of my disobedience to the room that has, to this point, always meant pleasure to me. You stop and turn to me.

"Up on the bed now." I am trembling as I crawl on to the large four-poster bed. I notice that there are two sets of handcuffs attached to the posts at the head of the bed and two sets attached to the posts at the foot of the bed. Those are new to the room and I begin to glance around the room to see if there are any other new additions to our pleasure room.

You catch my examination of the room and I notice a smile spread over your face.

"Yes my girl there are some new toys in here and I think it is time for you to experience what happens when you disobey me. Lay down." You still have not raised your voice but I can feel the anger just below the surface.

I lay on the bed and you take my hands and pull them until you can confine them with the handcuffs. After I am locked into the metal you lean over and gently kiss me. Oh how sweet your lips are. Your mouth moves down the side of my neck gently kissing your way to my collarbone. Your hands move tenderly to my bare breasts. I can feel your warm fingers gently kneading my breasts, teasing the erect nipples as your lips continue on their path down my skin. My breath catches in my throat as I feel your breath on my breast. You reach out with your tongue to taste my nipple and a moan escapes me. I arch my back in an attempt to encourage you to take my nipple in your mouth and suck on it but you pull away. I moan again this time with regret and a smile moves across your beautiful face. Your hand moves down my stomach and I stiffen a bit in anticipation. Your fingers brush my bare pussy lips and gently part them. You push one finger between them and just brush across my clit. Another moan escapes me and I can feel the moisture build. Another smile and you push one finger into my wet hole so slowly that I start to squirm with the pleasure your attention brings. Then just as quickly as you began, you stop. I moan again and you quietly chuckle. My legs are spread wide in anticipation of your attention and I hardly notice as you take one leg and pull it toward to post at the end of the bed. I start when I hear a quiet click and feel the handcuffs close around my ankle. I try to move but you quickly grab my other leg and gently but firmly enclose it in the other set of handcuffs. Now I am spread eagle on the black satin comforter open to your view and totally at your mercy. I am embarrassed that a whimper escapes me. I am afraid of what you will do but also anxious for it as well.

You lean down and kiss my clean-shaven pussy, and gently push your tongue into my wet hole. I am straining against the cuffs trying to draw your tongue in deeper and failing miserably. Now your tongue teases my clit gently then harder bringing me oh so close then backing off and denying me the release.

"Open your eyes slut" your voice breaks the silence.

I open my eyes and look into yours. You are smiling such a sweet loving smile that I think my punishment must be over. But then you reach over to the bedside table and hold up a small chain with clamps on each end. I tremble in fear and anticipation as you lean over and hold one nipple in your fingers. A startled gasp escapes me as you clip one clamp on my erect and sensitive nipple. The pain is not too intense more like a steady sucking. You reach over me and gently squeeze my other nipple. Before I can even think about what is happening you put the clamp on my other nipple. While you are holding my breasts in your hands the pressure feels wonderful, like your warm mouth sucking my nipples. Then you let go and I gasp in shock at the jolt as my breasts try to fall into their natural position and are prevented from doing so by the chain. The pain slowly builds until I am moaning but I am not sure if it is from the pain or the pleasure running through me.

I am vaguely aware that you are moving between my legs again and I cry out with pleasure as I feel your warm tongue on my clit again. I feel myself building to orgasm when you stop and look up at me.

"You do not have my permission to cum yet. Do you understand?" My eyes fly open and are met with a piercing glare. "This is your punishment for disobeying me. You will be teased, tasted, and fondled until you beg me for release."

My legs are trembling, my pussy dripping and nipples are tingling. How am I going to not cum? I think to myself.

Now I feel something cool press against my wet opening. My eyes open and I see you kneeling above me. I look lower and my eyes grow wider, you are wearing a strap-on dildo. You smile again and slowly enter my hot wet sheath. Pressing forward you bury yourself to the hilt. And you stop; leaning forward you gently grab the chain between my nipples and pull. Pain shoots through me but oh the pleasure does to. You pull back until your wonderful new toy is almost out of me, then you thrust hard and pull out and thrust hard in and out until I am writhing with pleasure but your voice comes through the haze. 

"Remember, you must beg for release." I moan in agony but I am stubborn and refuse to beg. "If that is the way of it my dear then I have one final surprise for you." My eyes open wide. You are holding an eight inch purple vibrator. You use it to fuck my hole gently then stop. I am still not going to beg, I have too much pride. I am beginning to think that you will give up this punishment and let me cum when I hear a soft click and a quiet hum. You have turned on the vibrator and are holding it deep inside me. I am beginning to strain against the cuffs. I am not sure if I can take much more. You know my body so well after months together that you can tell just when to slow down to prolong the anticipation. A smile crosses your beautiful face. You can tell that I am close to giving up my pride and begging for release. But I surprise you.

You turn the vibrator up to high and use it to fuck my wet pussy. I am writhing with pleasure my nipples are red and tender but oh the pain is just making it harder to hold back. You reach up and give the chain a gentle tug. I can't help myself I scream with pleasure. 

You smile again "All you have to do little one is ask and the punishment ends"

My pride is going to kill me, I think and it is the last coherent thought I have as you fuck my hole faster and harder.

I am sweating, my pussy is dripping and throbbing, and my nipples are tingling. I can't take much more of this.

"Please" I whisper.

You lean closer to me nibble my ear and whisper back "please what?"

A whimper escapes me the pleasure is so intense I can barely form the words, "Please Mistress let me cum, make me cum."

Another nibble to my ear, a gentle tug on the chain and you whisper, "What took you so long?" 

You begin to fuck me harder and faster just as I am about to cum you reach up and pull the clamps off my nipples I scream in pain and pleasure as the orgasm rips through me, my arms and legs shake, my pussy squirts and my nipples seem to get bigger and more erect. You lean close and kiss my neck.

"Well little one now you know what will happen if you disobey me again." You smile as you release my arms and legs. I am still shaking and unable to speak. You gather me in your arms and gently kiss me our lips touching and tongues melding. 

I can finally speak and whisper in your ear "Mistress what can I do for you now?"

You smile and whisper in my ear. I nod my head and think punishment is not all that bad. I may be tempted to disobey again.



Punishment



I stood meekly in front of sir with my friend, his wife standing behind him. I watched him as he considered his words before speaking. I was nervous, and it showed in the slight, constant flush on my face. Conversely, I could feel my panties getting damp just waiting. I looked over his seated form to her, and she smiled gently, encouraging me. 

"You come to our house," he finally began, "we go to yours, we all enjoy each other's company as friends. Our children play together." He stopped for a minute, just breathing. "Then I come upon you kissing my wife. I watched you for a minute, sucking her nipples, rubbing her pussy," 

"Only outside..." I started. 

"Quiet!" he cut off my protestation. "You will not speak to me unless I tell you to. Understood?" 

"Yes, sir." I answered quietly, dropping my eyes to the floor, my nipples tight and hard with apprehension. 

"You know me." He began again. "You know that if you had come to me, I would have allowed the two of you your petting and your pleasures. Did you come to me?" 

"No, sir." I responded quietly. 

"No, you did not." He continued as if I had not spoken. "I'll never know why you didn't. Instead, you chose to sneak around, stealing a kiss here and there, trying to hide your desire like it was something shameful. I know Your husband would not understand, but both of you know that I am more open minded than that." He stopped again and looked at me. His gaze took in the long, dark hair curling over my shoulders and down my back, the aching hard nipples clearly visible under my lavender blouse, the cream skirt with the tiny purple flowers flowing over my ample hips, and the shapely legs and ankles ending in pretty purple heels. I felt the heat in my cheeks grow as he looked me over. 

"As guilty as the two of you have been acting, sneaking around, I should tell your husband. You should have been honest with me, and now you will both be punished for not doing so." I looked back at my friend again, and she smiled again, and looked down at the floor. 

"Come here." He instructed, his voice firm in the heavy silence. He motioned to me to stand next to the chair where he sat. I stepped up and stood where he indicated, heart pounding, unsure whether I was terrified or eager. He took hold of my arm and guided me over his knee. My nipples tingled and ached and my pussy throbbed as he positioned me with my bottom being the highest point of my body and my toes just off the floor. 

"Do you have anything to say before I begin?" he asked. 

"I'm sorry, sir." I spoke from my very undignified position. " I should have come to you, I should have asked your permission. I knew you wouldn't have minded." 

"It's a bit late for apology, don't you think, little one?" 

"Yes, sir, you're right." I admitted dejectedly. 

"Surely you didn't think an apology would get you out of your spanking." I remained silent. "Very well, no need to count, naughty girl. Just think about how shameful your behavior has been and how a little bit of honesty could have avoided this situation." 

"Yes, sir." I sighed quietly, defeated already, resigned to my punishment. I could feel the heat of his large hand rubbing my bottom over my skirt. It felt kind of good and warm, but it served to heighten my anxiety. When his hand left my ass, I tensed, expecting the first blow. When it didn't come, I began to relax. 

WHACK! The first blow over my skirt surprised me, didn't really hurt, but thudded into my flesh solidly. Again and again, his hand rose and fell, heat rising in my upraised bottom, thudding, aching across both cheeks and a little lower, where cheek met thigh. I squirmed lightly over his knee, my bottom feeling warm and slightly swollen, my pussy throbbing and wet. It was slightly embarrassing to find myself, as a grown woman, in this little-girl position, but I was thankful he wasn't going to tell my husband that I'd been making out with his wife. 

Eventually, his hand stopped striking my bottom, and he rubbed it for a moment over my skirt, as if calming me or maybe he could feel the heat rising from my flesh. When he moved his hands away from my body, I shifted my weight and struggled to put my feet on the floor again and get up. He put his heavy hand in between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down easily. My pulse, only beginning to slow again, sped up and a shadow of fear shivered down my spine. 

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" He asked, his hand still on my back, his voice above me. 

"I was getting down, sir, I thought I was done." He laughed at my response, and my breath caught in my throat a little. It did not sound like a happy laugh. 

"Oh no, you naughty little slut, you are not done. When you are done, you will feel thoroughly chastised and punished, and I will tell you that you are done. Do you feel chastised? Do you feel punished?" I thought about his questions for a moment. 

"Yes, sir, I do feel punished." I answered softly, his hand still firm between my shoulders. "I feel like a little girl who has been caught stealing and has paid her price for it." He laughed a little again, and stroked his hand down my back to rest on my bottom. 

"If you think you have been punished, then you don't know what punished is. I'm not even close to done with you, little one." I shivered a little under his words, and I felt his hands grasp my skirt and pull it up to my waist. He tucked the skirt into my waistband and again rubbed his hand over my bottom. 

His hand felt warmer through just the thin cotton of my panties, and my humiliation burned brighter. I could feel the weight of his other hand still between my shoulder blades, and I waited for the spanking to resume. 

WHACK! I didn't have to wait very long. I realized within the first three or four swats that I would feel these more than I had felt the previous set. Already, these felt like they had more sting, more heat, than the first part of the spanking. I could feel my body shift slightly ever time his hand landed on my heated flesh. I could feel his hard cock through his pants, brushing against my arm and shoulder as he spanked me. I knew from talking to his wife that he enjoyed giving a good spanking, it did not surprise me that he was aroused. What did surprise me was the extent of my own arousal. I could feel my wet panties against my sex, cooler now that they were exposed to the air, and I could only hope that he wouldn't notice. I had no idea what his reaction would be like. 

Over and over his thick hand smacked my rump, and it was really starting to sting. My bottom was burning, and he laid on a little more fire with every stroke. I was grunting with the pain of every blow. It wasn't unbearable, but it certainly was not comfortable. I brought my hands up to my breasts and was surprised to find my nipples still so hard that it hurt for me to touch them. My breasts were aching in my bra and swung and moved every time he struck my bottom. 

Finally he stopped spanking my pantied bottom and returned to rubbing it once more. The skin there felt unbelievably hot and swollen. As he rubbed my bottom, I begged silently that he would not discover how wet my arousal had made my panties. I had never received a spanking over the knee like this, and I had not expected to be so excited while I was being punished. I longed to see the lady I was taking this punishment for, the wife I should have asked permission to kiss, but I had no idea if she had moved since I went over his knee, and was really in no position to look for her. 

When his hand left my bottom, he left me alone for a moment, and I had just long enough to think my ordeal might be over. Then I felt his hands grasp the sides of my panties. As he began to pull my panties down over my hips and bum, I knew he wasn't done with my ass. He had not told me he was going to spank me without the decency of any clothing! 

"Please, sir," I squealed, "please not on the bare, sir!" 

"Quiet!" He demanded, "have you learned nothing? I told you that you will only speak during this when I tell you to." He emphasized his words with a well placed SMACK! to that tender, sweet spot where thigh meets bottom. "You will be spanked on the bare, because you deserve it. A naughty little misbehaving slut should be spanked on her bare ass. You're lucky you're not mine, or that sweet bottom isn't all I'd be spanking when you were naughty." 

I shut my mouth at his words, fear that he might do as he threatened if I kept protesting. He continued to pull at my panties, and when they would go no further over my hips, I felt him wrap one powerful arm around my belly and lift me up, just enough for his other hand to pull my panties down my thighs. He left them just above my knees, my skirt still tucked into the waistband. The air felt cool on the heat of my ass, and cold against the wetness of my pussy and where that wetness had been smeared down my inner thighs by my panties. I wanted to cry at the feel of being so vulnerable, my burning red bottom on display atop his knee. 

WHACK! I didn't get the benefit of the bottom-rubbing this time. His hand connected solidly with my bare bottom and I jumped and yelped at the feel and the sound of it. The sting of his palm blossomed immediately, and he laid another smack next to it. I squirmed constantly over his lap, in pain from the spanking. Over and over he laid his hand across my ass and I jumped and squealed, trying desperately not to beg him to stop. Tears stung my eyes and ran down my face, and I tried not to cry like the little girl I resembled at that moment. When I thought I could bear no more without begging and screaming, the punishment stopped abruptly. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself until I heard him address his wife. 

"Go get me the belt." He instructed her. "No, no not that one, the wider one, the brown one." My heart leaped into my throat and my fear was so thick, I could taste it in the back of my throat. I knew that it would be more trouble, but I couldn't keep the words from coming. 

"No, sir, not a belt! Please please please, I can't handle the belt sir, please!" 

"You will be quiet!" He barked at me, and instantly I fell into silence, sniffling quietly. "This is exactly why you will get the belt. You have not learned yet to keep your mouth closed, to speak only when spoken to. One more time and you may find out how I punish a naughty one who is mine and not someone else's." I heard his words and felt cold all over, except for my ass and my face. Tears came again as I lay over his lap, waiting for his wife to bring the belt for me. I felt him moving, and heard the sound of the leather in his hand. 

"Now these you will count. You will count them and you will thank me for them. If you miss one, I will repeat it. If you lose the count entirely, we will start over. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir, I understand" I whimpered. 

"Very well, bad little girl. Count until I am done." I felt him shift again, and the belt exploded across my ass. I shrieked and grabbed the legs of the chair with my hands. Tears were streaming down my face. 

"I said to count, little one. You will take that one again." CRACK! the belt across my bottom again. 

"ONE! Thank you, sir!" I cried out loudly. CRACK! "TWO! Thank you, sir!" CRACK! "THREE! Thank you, sir!" I was starting to cry in between strokes of the belt. I'd never felt burning pain like this before, like this belt across my already well-spanked bottom. I wasn't sure that I deserved it, but thought that maybe I did. In between the pain of the belt, and crying out the count, I could feel the heat in my pussy build and the wetness starting to run down my thighs. I knew that by now I had to have made a wet spot on the leg of his pants, he had to know that I was aroused beyond belief by his rough treatment. 

By the time we reached nineteen and twenty, I'm not sure he could understand the words I was screaming as I counted, but he stopped and listened to them as if he could. After twenty, the belt finally stopped descending, and he left me across his knee for a moment or two, crying, and trying to breathe. My ass felt like it was burning and throbbing, I had never been spanked like that. My pussy was throbbing right along with it, with a different kind of heat. I couldn't remember ever wanting something inside of me so badly. 

"There, now you're done. Now you will go and stand in that corner until I tell you to come out." I slid down off of his knee, tears staining my face, and reached for my panties. "I did not tell you to pull your panties up. You're going to stand in the corner with that naughty punished ass on display until I give you permission to stop. You will leave your skirt tucked up and your panties around your knees. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir." I sniffed as I shuffled towards the corner, humiliated. As I moved to the corner, I felt my juices trickling down my legs. When I got to the corner, I tried to close my legs to hide this, the last of my humiliations, and I heard his voice again. 

"Keep your legs spread, little one. Otherwise your panties will not stay where they are." Silently, I obeyed, the moisture tickling near my knees. I deeply hoped he wouldn't notice. The next thing I heard was him addressing his wife.   "Come here now, it's your turn." I heard her soft voice, but could not understand her words, then his stern one again, "Yes, bring them. That's why I set them out." I wanted to turn and find out what she was bringing, what torments awaited one who was "his" but I dared not disobey again, for fear of finding out first hand. 

Through my pain and humiliation, I heard him lecturing her as he had me. I heard his hand over her clothing, then what sounded like bare flesh. I heard him instruct her to move into different positions a couple of times, and more sounds of punishment, blows on flesh, but they didn't sound like hand on bottom, and while I wanted to know what was going on behind me, I didn't dare risk getting caught looking. I heard my friend crying out and then crying through different parts of her punishment, and I heard her counting and thanking him at one point. I tried not to focus on what was going on in the room behind me to lessen the desire to turn around. I tried to focus on the pain in my bottom and the humiliation of standing here in the corner with my reddened flesh in plain view. Finally her punishment came to an end, and I heard him speak to me again. 

"Come here, little one, but leave your clothing where it is." I turned around and shuffled towards them, thankful that the front of my skirt still covered me. I saw my friend lying on her back with her feet on the bed and her knees up and out, exposing her horribly thoroughly. "Now, I know my wife, I know that she would have at least suggested coming to me when you found that you desired each other. I believe you owe her an apology, little girl." I looked again at my friend, at the position she was in, and I began to realize what he meant. 

"She has taken her punishment well, and now you will apologize to her and help ease her pain." He pointed me towards her. "Go and soothe her. Kiss her and lick her and bring her. Show me how you please my wife" 

"Sir I haven't..." 

"Don't speak, just do it. I asked no question." I turned from him and approached his wife. I leaned down towards her and could feel the heat of her body. I inhaled her delicate musk as I put my mouth to her for the first time. Yes, we desired each other, but had done no more than kiss and fondle each other. 

I licked her from bottom to top slowly, stroking the width of my tongue up her cleft. When I reached it, I flicked my tongue over her clit and kissed it softly before I stroked her with my tongue again. I heard her sigh gently above me, felt her fingers rub the top of my head. I sucked her clit gently into my mouth and teased it with my tongue and the barest edges of my teeth. When her hand left my head, I looked up the length of her body and saw her eyes were closed and she was pulling at her own nipples. I focused again on the tender pink flesh in front of me. I licked once again over her opening and up to her clit, then I pushed two fingers into the wet heat of her body. I sucked at her clit as I moved my fingers within her body, turning my hand palm up and stroking the tender places inside of her body. 

As I lapped at her clit, and licked the flesh around my fingers, I felt her breathe quicken, and the muscles deep within her begin to tremble. She pushed her hands into my hair and held my mouth against her, crying out with her pleasure. As her hips pushed up into me and her inner muscles spasmed and convulsed around my fingers, I eased the tip of another finger into her anus. It was slick where my saliva and her nectar had dripped down from her pussy, and it slipped in easily. As I continued to lick and suck her clit, I stroked inside of her and heard her screaming her orgasm above me. 

I sucked at her gently as she peaked, then began to relax. As she came down with tiny spasms in the muscles in her legs, I withdrew my fingers from her body. Kissing her pretty clit one more time, I slid myself up her body and kissed her with her wetness still on my face, on my mouth. She kissed me back, tasting herself on my lips, and I felt her hand on my breast, pinching my nipple. As our lips moved apart, I opened my eyes and looked at her, her face still flushed from her pleasure. I eased onto the bed with her and curled up next to her, her fingers playing idly with my hair. I closed my eyes again and sighed contentedly. As the world around me became fuzzy around the edges, he covered us with a soft, soft blanket and turned off the lights. I cuddled in a little closer to her and let myself drift off.



Punishment



The room is dark and silent; I try to see into the stygian darkness but am unable to see more than a few inches in front of me. I feel around with my hands looking for something to grab onto. I try to find my bearings. I whirl around at the slightest sound scared and alone, hating the dark wanting only to find a source of light. 

I feel a cold draft of air shiver over my skin and I turn in the direction it came from. I hear a step from someone else's feet. I run further into the darkness trying to hide the whiteness of my skin, because I have just realized I'm naked. I run into the wall almost knocking myself out.I press myself into it trying to make myself as small as possible. Wondering who is with me. I can see nothing only hear the footsteps as they draw closer. 

And just as I am about to scream I feel a hand at my throat cutting off the sound of the fear. I feel something being shoved into my mouth and tied at the back of my head. I struggle against having a gag placed on me. Fighting with all I have inside,struggling against this unknown foe. 

Finally he grasps my wrist and pulls them above my head and leans over me whispering "Stop it bitch you will do as you are told"! I sag against the wall recognizing that voice. The fear of the unknown gone now. Only to be replaced by a new fear the one of not knowing what he is going to do to me. I have been very bad lately not doing as instructed by him. Now knowing that my punishment will be severe. 

He has never left me in this kind of darkness this long before. I feel my hands being manacled to the wall. Then my feet and a collar placed about my throat and locked to the wall. I can't move at all now. I hear him walk away from me and hear the flick of a lighter as he lights a candle. 

The light even though a small one almost blinds me. I look at him and my eyes pop out in shock at the way he is dressed. He is usually in jeans and t-shirt very simple clothing. But tonight, tonight he wears pure black. He is in black leather skin tight pants that leave nothing to the imagination. A black muscle shirt. Oh my god he looks so good like that. But the look in his eyes is pure evil. I shiver in reaction to it.

He walks back over to me with that candle in his hand. He is smiling the whole time, a very wicked smile. He leans against the wall softly talking to me about inconsequential things and I wonder what is going on. The look in his eyes and that smile make me very nervous. I close my eyes for a moment, just listening to him speak. And while my eyes are closed he spills that candle wax across my breast making me gasp around my gag. I quickly open my eyes and again he's there with that smile and those eyes. I vow to myself not to close my eyes again. 

But he seems to know what I am thinking and walks over to the table and produces a blindfold. He wraps it around my eyes and now as well as not being able to move I cannot see either or make a sound. I can hear though and I listen intently as he walks away from me. I hear the door open and close and wonder how long he will leave me this way. It seems like hours later, I hear the door open again. My head is bowed and my arms ache. But I lift my head and wonder if this is him. Someone walks close to me I feel their breath upon my skin. Shivering from being cold and alone I wait for them to speak. But they do not. They place a soft kiss upon my forehead and I am left lost and confused. I can hear another person moving around in the room. I wonder who it is. 

I try to speak thru the gag, but my mouth is now so dry nothing comes out. I feel a hand clamp down upon my left nipple and twist and pull it hard. Gasping from pain sucking my breath in I want to be able to cry out and cannot. The hand does not feel like a man's hand it is softer but much more vicious. Knowing there is another woman in the room to see my shame, makes me more repentant to him. His allowing one there does not surprise me at all.

But to allow her viciousness is unlike him.I hear the sound of a whip lashing thru the air and expect it to land on me. But then I hear it connect with skin and it's not mine.He has used the whip on her for thinking she could hurt me. I hear her cry out in pain, and ask him what his problem is. He reminds her who is the Master here. I hear that whip five more times before he has mercy on her. Then I feel his hands releasing me from the wall,removing my gag and blindfold, I collapse against him. I feel as though my legs are missing. 

Unable to support my own weight he picks me up gently and lays me on a bed. But he isn't being kind. No he reties my hands and feet leaving me open to what ever he has in mind. He tells her to get on the bed with me. That she must be gentle until he tells her otherwise. I feel the kiss of a breath on my skin just before the touch of her mouth lands on my breast. 

Gasping with the pleasure I arch my back pushing my breast further into her mouth. I can see him watching us now, a look of great pleasure on his face. I glance down his body and see that his cock is trying to burst thru those skin tight pants. I wonder how he can handle the restraint. 

He sits beside the bed just watching at the moment not saying a word as she works upon my body. Her hands and mouth wild upon me. Touching me everywhere. I'm struggling against my bonds wanting only to be free of them to be able to participate in what she's doing to me. I feel my orgasm close to the surface as her tongue plays with my clit. Running her hands over my breast, pinching and squeezing them tightly. Her teeth and tongue driving me wild. 

I look at him and beg him to let me cum. But he smiles and tells me no. He walks to the bed and pushes her off of me. I am crying at losing the pleasure she was giving me. Until I notice that he is making her undress him. I watch her pull that tight shirt off over his chest. Watch as she licks and sucks on his nipples. His head is thrown back in pleasure.The sight of his pleasure increases my own. As she moves slowly down his body, using her mouth to undo his pants. 

My gaze is riveted on them, wanting to be able to do that myself, but helpless since I am bound. When she has him completely naked he turns toward me and I can see how hard his cock is. 

He walks slowly to me and leans over me whispering softly, telling me what he wants to do to me. I smile a sultry smile bringing him to my mouth with just a look. He kisses me deeply raping my mouth with his tongue.

A bruising punishing kiss meant to hurt, but brings great pleasure instead. I struggle against the ropes that bind me wanting to be free, to use my hands mouth and body on him. I see her in the background watching him as he plays with me. See her smile evilly thinking that I will be punished. I agree with her on that the look in his eye is enough to scare me.

He wants to hurt me. I see him grab something and bring it close to me. Grabbing my breast quickly before I can move to protect myself he inserts a needle through the nipple piercing me. I scream in pain. He laughs wickedly, then proceeds to pierce my other nipple. Once he has them pierced and rings thru them he grabs a strong sturdy small chain and laces it thru my new nipple rings. Then pulls my breast up tight and attaches them to a hook on the ceiling. I scream and scream in excruciating pain. But he does not let me go. 

He unties my feet pulls them up over his shoulders and plunges his cock deep inside my pussy. Thrusting hard and fast, trying only to reach his own pleasure. Using my body as his piece of meat. Which I am. He does anything he pleases to me, whether I like it or not. Tears streaming down my face, the pain in my breast so intense I can think of nothing else. 

He notices I am not paying attention to him, due to the pain and reaches up and releases the chain from the hook. He pulls me by that chain up toward him as far as my arms will allow. And kisses me hard. His cock using my pussy roughly. I feel his body tighten and I know he is close to cuming. 

In the position I am in I can't move an inch. If I do I will end up tearing these rings out. He reaches his climax violently. Cuming deep inside my body. His own jerking with the release. He allows my legs to slip down his body, and I wrap them around him holding him close with them. 

When he has caught his breath he moves off of me and motions for her to come closer. He leans over pulls her head close kisses her hard and pushes her face down into my pussy making her clean me up. 

Again she pushes me well beyond my own limits. I beg him again to let me cum, knowing that if I don't get his permission I will be in even more trouble. But he is a kind Master and allows me to cum, realizing that my limits have been reached.

And when I do it is the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Her tongue is magic and knows exactly how to work my body. I scream over and over. Shaking and shivering in reaction.

He pulls her away from me then and leans down to taste me himself. His tongue even more powerful than hers. And I am quickly brought back to the point of no return again. He pushes her up closer to my face and makes her settle her pussy over my mouth. 

I tentatively reach up and taste her. Finding I like the taste I work my tongue on her hard. Flicking it over her clit over and over. Slipping it up inside her until she is screaming herself and begging for permission to cum also. He grants that permission and I taste her juices running down into my mouth. It triggers my own body's reaction and I cum right along with her into his mouth. 

When it's over my body limp and sore. I feel him untie me and pull me close holding me gently and pulling her into his other side. I place my head upon his shoulder kissing him softly. I smile inside because I know I have pleased him. Knowing that I'm no longer in a hole so deep I can't get out of it. I fall asleep in his arms feeling safe and protected and loved. 



Punishment



For the first time in years I can say with all honesty that I was a bad girl. I did it intentionally. I wanted Master to punish me, and I did all I could to get what I wanted. I just expected my punishment to be different.

When Master took me to the local fetish club, and I started exaggerating how much my spankings hurt, I expected Him to beat me harder in punishment. I wanted Him to beat me harder. I wanted Him to take me across His lap and beat my ass and thighs until they were flaming red, and swollen. I wanted Him to cane me until I bled, and then some. Instead, Master just consoled me when I complained of the pain from the mild spanking, and said "We'll just wait until later My pet." 

Later that night when Master was setting me up in His suspension cuffs I kept wiggling them lose while He was fastening them, and He would have to keep adjusting them on me to keep them tight. He didn't punish me then either, He just said "Now now little one, be good or you'll fall." I was getting worried.

At the end of the night I had one last chance to get what I craved, and I thought it didn't work either. A man came up to me at the end of the night, and tried to strike up a conversation with me. Normally I would tell him "I'm sorry Sir, but you'll have to ask Sir J. if I may speak with you first." as Master requests. Instead I chatted with him politely and winked at Master when He noticed. That made Him angry, and I think it's what got me the punishment I deserved, although not at all what I wanted.

The following evening when Master came home from work He immediately told me to go into the bedroom, strip naked, and get out four ten-foot ropes. I did as I was told immediately, and was positively giddy until I heard Him coming. I knelt on the floor, with the ropes neatly arrayed on Master's bed, and my head bowed in proper submission to His power. Master came in, and looked at my efforts.

"You've been very bad little one." He said in an almost bored fashion. "I know you've been trying to get Me angry, and although your actions were upsetting, what made Me even more angry is that you intentionally misbehaved. You know you're going to be punished, right My pet?"

"Yes Sir." I said, and I bowed my head a little lower to hide my smirk. "I'm sorry Sir."

"No you're not. Not yet at least, My pet. You're about to be though. Now stand up you little slut, and lie down on the bed face up."

I did as I was told immediately, and almost as soon as I was lying down Master started tying my hands and feet to the corners of the bed frame. In a few moments I was securely tied spread eagle, my wrists and ankles tied in rope, and my pussy spread open to the cool room air. Master then went to the toy drawer and took out His leather blindfold. He fastened it around my head, and I could no longer see at all. 

Just when I expected to feel the sharp pain of his hand striking my body and face, or a paddle raining down blows on my inner thighs, I felt nothing. Master simply got up, and left the room. I was left alone, and time stood still.

I don't know how long I was tied, but I could occasionally hear Master walking around the house. I heard Him make something to eat, and then I overheard Him make a strange phone call. 

"Hi Monica, it's Jim." He said to the person He called. I didn't know who Monica was, but I tried to remember if I had ever heard Him talk of her before. "Everything's set. Come on over." He said in a voice just loud enough for me to hear. "Great, I'll see you soon."

Master then went back to mulling around the house. I lost track of time again. An uncertain time later, I heard the doorbell ring. My stomach lurched because I was tied naked in Master's bed, and the door to the living room was wide open. I trusted Master to only let those familiar with our lifestyle to see me like this, but I didn't know who was coming in. I was frightened. For a moment I thought Master had brought in someone else to punish me, and in a way, I was right.

"Right this way Monica." I heard master say to His guest.

"Oh! This is different." I heard Monica say in very honest surprise.

"Say hello to Monica you little bitch." Master said with surprising gentleness considering the words He chose.

"Hello Ma'am." I said. "I'm sorry I can't get up to properly greet you."

"It's Ok child." Monica said. "I can see you're all tied up right now."

The lack of humor in her words let me know she was familiar with what she was seeing. Master had kept this within the view of scene people, and for that I was grateful. I was still unsure of what was happening though, and the realization was a hard blow to endure.

"Get comfortable Monica." Master said. "Let me help you with that."

The noises I heard were pretty easy to identify. Master was undressing Monica, and kissing her skin as it was exposed. I heard a dress fall to the floor, followed by a giggle and a sigh of pleasure. Master was kissing her shoulders, and she was cooing in gratitude. Then I heard the muffled pop of a bra being unhooked, and Master's moan of approval at what He saw. Again there were kissing sounds, and giggles from the other woman in the room.

I heard Monica's heels click across the floor, and then thud on the carpet as she approached the bed. The bed creaked as she got on to it, and crawled towards me. I felt the smooth soft skin of a woman against my thigh as she crawled over my leg, and sat in the crux of my hip with her back leaning against me. Then I heard Master's jeans and belt hit the floor.

"Mmm." Monica growled. "That looks delicious." She said in a low husky voice. "Bring that over here baby."

I heard Master walk towards the bed as well, and Monica shift forward to meet Him. She no longer leaned against me, but I could feel the bed bounce as she leaned forward, and then I felt the shaking of the bed as she started to suck on Master's cock. The sounds I heard confirmed that. The slurping, moaning, and muffled moans of a woman swallowing the rigid member of an aroused man filled the room. A tear rolled down my cheek as I listened to this woman pleasure my Master.

Right there is when I saw why Master was so angry. I started thinking of Him as my Master, and not me as His slave. I had taken Master for granted, and I was being punished justly for it. My realization had come too late to stop the punishment I would now have to endure, but at least I knew the lesson to learn from my torture.

Master moaned, and the bed shook as Monica brought Him the pleasure I had failed to give Him. Monica then released His cock from her mouth with a loud pop and slurping noise. The bed shook more as she turned and crawled towards my face. I could feel her close to me, just inches away from my face when she whispered "Your man's cock tastes so good. I bet you wish you could have some, don't you baby?"

I dared not answer. I would take my punishment like the good little slave I knew I could be, as much as it tore me apart to know Master was with another woman. Had I pleased Him, He would not need to look elsewhere.

Again I felt Monica's back lean against my side, and when her leg rested against mine, I knew she had spread her legs to offer her pussy to Master. I heard Master approach her, and then the bed moved a bit more as Master leaned on the edge, and graced this lucky woman with the pleasure of His tongue on her pussy lips and clit. 

Monica moaned with absolute pleasure as Master ate her out. She leaned back against me, and stretched her arms out to hold on to my thigh and upper arm for support. I was the chair that she reclined in as Master gave her such exquisite pleasure. I had known how good He can make a woman feel with His tongue, although I was not sure how long before I would ever feel it again. I was unworthy because of the way I had behaved.

"Jim baby, I need you to stop knocking at the gates and come on inside sweety." She said with a chuckle.

"Well how could I turn down such a lovely invitation Monica?" Master asked as she lay back on top of me.

Monica was lying across my pelvis, and she grabbed my shin for support. I felt the weight of Master move above her and her other hand grabbed my left breast. I heard them kiss, and cried aloud despite my efforts to contain my anguish. The bed shifted, and Monica's grip tightened and relaxed as Master's cock penetrated her. She gasped, and I knew why. Master was large, and He knew how to cause immeasurable pleasure, or incredible pain with His cock. 

He made love to her, slowly, gently, and they moved together as a tender caring couple does. I sobbed uncontrollably as I felt Him thrusting in and out of her audibly wet pussy. She moaned in ecstasy as He fucked her with long deep strokes. Master started to become more forceful, and fucked her harder and deeper. She picked up her legs and wrapped them around His hips to let Him in further. Their weight made my sobs spasm and convulse. There was pain from the shifting weight of these two lovers on top of me, but it was no where near as painful as the emotional pounding my heart was taking.

I felt Master withdraw from her, and she shifted and turned above me. She was now on all fours, and straddling me. Her face was a few inches from mine, and her breasts were rubbing against mine. She hooked her feet under my upper thighs, and Master got on his knees behind her. 

"Baby, Jim's cock feels so good inside of me." Monica whispered in my ear. "He's just rubbing the head of that big thing against my clit, and it feels so damn good. He's gonna pound me with that thing child. He's gonna fuck me real good, and you're going to just lay there and listen."

I finally stopped crying, and resigned myself to my fate. I had learned what I needed to know, and I was going to take my punishment with strength. Master always said He didn't want a broken slave. He wanted me to give myself to Him, and please Him in all ways I could. If I could make Him happy by being witness to His fucking of this woman, I would do so, for Him.

"May I speak Sir?" I asked My beloved Master.

"Yes My pet." Master graciously allowed.

"Thank you for teaching me Master, and Mistress. I was wrong to try to use you, when it is you who should use me."

Monica let out a scream of pleasure as Master impaled her on His rigid cock. He fucked her hard, and deep, and the bed quaked with their powerful endeavor. Monica's moans were guttural, and primal. She was a woman being ravaged by a man who was excellent, and she knew how lucky she was to receive His manhood inside of her. She relished in her pleasure, and gave Him just as much in return. Monica buried her head in my neck, and wrapped her arms under my head. She held on to me for support as Master pounded her from behind. She moaned and screamed, and panted in ecstasy as Master groaned and grunted with His powerful thrusts. 

Master's pace quickened and His strokes into her shortened in length. He was approaching His own climax, and she was about to receive his bountiful load. He drew in a huge breath, and in one final thrust exploded inside of her. She let out a loud moan of her own as He filled her pussy with his thick hot seed. 

Monica collapsed on top of me, and Master leaned forward to kiss her back and shoulders. They cuddled on top of me and kissed and fondled each other in post coital happiness. Master's cum dripped out of her quivering pussy, and ran down my thigh. I smiled to know Master and Mistress Monica knew such joy in each other's bodies. As much pain as I had felt at Master's punishment, I was now wiser, and able to see that merciful Master had let me have some joy as well.



Punishment



You've been waiting for me to get to your house. Spent the last half-hour tidying things that have already been cleaned, trying not to watch the clock, trying not to stare at the coffee table and think about the plans you have for it.

The sound of the doorbell makes you jump you'd been lost in thought staring at the table again. You cross to the door as quickly as you can with your now raging hard-on. Thoughts of what awaits you on the other side of the door betraying your desires.

You open the door and instantly your hopes dash. The anger apparent on your face, you quickly shut the door behind me. "That's not the outfit I sent you."

"I couldn't drive here in that," I quickly protest.

"I don't care about what you couldn't do. I want to see it."

Slowly I begin to unbutton my dress, sliding it from my shoulders to pool on the floor at my feet, revealing the outfit. Your breath comes quicker as you stare at me in the outfit you imagined me in so many times. The leather corset pushing my breasts up fully into your view, framing my shaved pussy perfectly, the garters and black stockings emphasizing my long legs, and the 5-inch heels making them appear even longer.

"Get on the table," you say breathlessly, trying to regain your composure.

"I can't stand on the table in these shoes," I reply. "I'll break my neck."

"Then get on all fours, bitch." You growl

My face shows my surprise at the command, but the lust radiating from my eyes betrays the truth of how I feel. I crawl onto the table, my body fitting the length perfectly. My hands grip the edge at one end, my knees right at the edge on the other end. You walk around me, trailing your hand across my body as you do, secretly thrilled at this turn of events. As your hand reaches my ass, you smack it hard enough to leave a red mark, hard enough to make me jump from the sting.

"Ow," I protest. "What the hell was that for?"

"Shut up." You bark at me. "You were supposed to wear it here, not cover it up with a dress."

"But anyone could have seen..." I try for an excuse, realizing what's to come, realizing my mistake.

"Seen what?" All they would have seen is that you're a slut who's here to get fucked. That's the truth isn't it?" You ask crossing your arms across you chest, looking up the length of my body to see the lust shining in those eyes.

"Yes," I quietly answer.

"Yes, what?" you ask raising at eyebrow at my insolence.

"Yes, sir," I say turning my gaze from you and letting my head droop.

Two hard smacks to my ass drive the point home. I'm definitely in trouble now...

My eyes close as I feel it – the rough sensation of something dragging across my ass, the feel of it sliding so gently across my pussy, and down my thighs, suddenly retreating as I hear you walk around in front of me..

Grasping my chin hard, you pull my face up to look at you. "Red and yellow, right?"

"I trust you," my answer as you drop your hand and walk back to where you were.

I tense my body in anticipation, only to feel the rough caress again. The feel almost like smooth sandpaper, lightly scratching against my skin, lulling me to relax. Suddenly, you bring the crop down hard on my ass, and I cry out from the shock.

"Quiet! You wouldn't want the neighbors to hear, would you?" I shake my head no in response as I bite my lip, waiting for the next strike. I don't have to wait long as you bring it down hard on my ass twice, causing my eyes to water from the stings, and from the pain of biting my lip to keep silent.

I feel it sliding across my body again, first across my ass, sliding down the back of my thighs, then traveling back up my inner thighs. My body tenses in anticipation only a split second before the crop smacks against my pussy. The muffled sound coming from me, sounding more like a moan than a yell, even as my eyes water more.

"Are you going to wear what I ask next time?" you ask, your voice deep with passion.

I nod in response, afraid to make a noise. The crop smacks crisply against my pussy once again. "Answer me," you growl.

"Yes, sir" I shout in a voice laced with lain and lust.

"Very well," you say as you drop the crop, and walk around me trailing your hand across my body as you go.

You gently cup my chin, urging my head up to face you. Gently wiping the few tears from my face, you quietly ask me, "What color are you?"

"Green," I say looking right into your eyes.

"Very well. I think you learned your lesson now. And for staying so quiet, I want to thank you." You say as you lean in to passionately kiss me. "Keep your head just like that," you say as you pull back from the kiss and release my chin. You stand up before me, and as you unzip your pants freeing you cock, I realize exactly why you picked this table.

You hardly have to move forward at all before your cock is pressed against my lips. Not wanting to assume I'm being rewarded with such a treat, I turn my eyes up to your face seeking permission. You glance down at me, and nod, a smile crossing your face as you see the reaction to your permission in my eyes.

My tongue darts out, licking the precum from the tip, savoring the taste as my tongue swirls all around the head, pausing to lick quickly at the sensitive underside. You caress my hair as I continue to torture you with my tongue. Suddenly your hand laces through my hair, and pulls tight effectively trapping my head just where I am. As my mouth opens in a gasp, you take the opportunity to slide your cock into my mouth. Quickly, I seal my lips around you, sliding my tongue around your length as you slide in and out of my mouth.

As your pace quickens, my tongues lies flat across the underside of your cock unable to keep up with your pace. My throat relaxes allowing every inch of you to slide into me. Finally, you've had enough torture.

Sliding out of my mouth, you quickly move away, walking around to stand behind me. You slide your cock against my pussy, my wetness covering coating you as you tease me mercilessly.

"Please," I whisper breathlessly trying to push my hips back enough to force you inside me.

"You want that, don't you?" You say in a husky voice. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" you ask continuing to torture me.

"Yes," I hiss

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright," you promise as you slide your cock upwards, and press against my ass.

"Relax," you whisper pressing lightly into me. But my body is at odds with my desires, and refuses to do so. "Relax," you say demandingly as you bring your hand down hard against my ass.

My body tightens from the pain ,but then relaxes as the sting quickly fades. You use the advantage as push the head inside me.

"Jesus," you mutter realizing just how tight my ass is. Breathless words of enjoyment roll from your lips as you slide slowly into me, burying yourself in the tightness.

Your hands on my hips pulling me backwards enabling you to drive even deeper into me than you imagined you could go. Savoring the sensation, you hardly realize you're no longer moving, it's not until I begin to wiggle my hips slowly, sliding you in and out a little bit at a time.

"Oh God" tumbles from my mouth making you aware that I'm truly ready. Your thrusts increase in speed, thrusting harder and deeper each time until you're pounding away into my ass.

As you glance down, you're struck with the vision of your hard cock sliding into my reddened ass, perfectly framed by the leather outfit and the garters. The sexual tension of the day you've spent waiting for me, along with the sight of my ass in front of you, coupled with the feeling of you pounding into my incredibly tight ass, causes your control to break as you cum – filling my ass with your pleasure.



Punishment



As I lie here performing dirty, forbidden acts upon myself my mind wanders. I begin to think of the punishments my mistress would inflict on me if she ever found out. If she knew that her pet was lying under the covers in his bed, boxers pulled down around his knees, his hot, sweating hand wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. Her cock. The cock he has told him belongs to her, exists for her pleasure and is hers alone. I begin to imagine what she would do if she knew, if mistress knew I was playing with HER cock. Without her permission. Indulging and pleasuring my horny little body behind her back.... The thoughts arouse me further, as does the idea of punishment, of being thoroughly taught my place, of being made to submit to her entirely.

The punishment would come as a surprise. We would be sitting or lying together in the comfort of her opulent suite when suddenly mistress's head would snap towards me and she would fix me with her gaze - a look of piercing intensity such as only she can deliver, my knees turned to water as it fried the air between us, searching me and baring my very soul.

"You've been a naughty boy haven't you pet?" she would say, pinning me with her gaze.

"Yes mistress" I reply, breath catching in anticipation.

"Tell me pet, confess to your mistress" she says in a soft, honeyed tone that simultaneously brooks no argument. Knowing it is best to obey I tell her everything, how I am unable to resist the urges brought on by thoughts of her - her curves, her hair, her sensual, pouting lips. How I lie alone in my bed at night, all alone in the dark, playing with her cock, her toy. And finally, worst of all, how I climax without her permission, wasting the essence which is hers by right. I kneel humbly at her feet and await my punishment.

"Tut tut, you have been a VERY bad boy, haven't you slave?"(I know that I have forfeited the right to be called her pet).

"Yes mistress, I am such a bad slut. I couldn't help myself. Please, please punish me as I deserve!" I beg, prostrating myself before her, my face pressed to her feet.

"You think its that easy you little slut?" she hisses, "You have to earn the right to be corrected!" She places her hands on my shoulders and hurls me back onto the floor. "I am going into the bathroom slave, don't you dare move a muscle!" I lie as still as I can, helpless with desire and apprehension, wondering what mistress could be doing. She emerges wearing nothing but her black lace gloves, bra and g-string, the sight alone has my cock twitching. "Now, slave, you are going to make me come using only your mouth, you may not move from that position and don't even THINK of touching MY cock!" she orders, towering over me, in total control.

"Yes mistress, anything mistress" I pant, so grateful to her for the chance to redeem myself, knowing I am hers, that I live to serve her and only her. She moves over me and kneels, straddling my face, her already wet sex just out of reach. I moan and twitch at that delicious scent.

"Oh, you want that, slave? You want to taste my hot, wet little pussy?" almost mad with desire I answer, my breath already becoming short from the effort of my self-restraint

"Oh yes mistress, more than anything!" She pauses for a minute, seeming to consider.

"Very well slave, you may begin." She lowers herself until she is within reach of my hungry mouth. I strain upwards, aching to taste her, driving my tongue as deep inside as I can before moving up to the hard little nub of her pleasure, moaning at that taste I love and have grown to crave my every waking moment. As I suck her clit into my mouth I swipe my tongue over it, pleased at every involuntary contraction of her muscles as the pleasure courses through her body. As they begin to grow in intensity I redouble my efforts, working her clit with both tenderness and hunger, fluttering my tongue over it and drinking in the sight of her as she rides my face, lost entirely to the sensation. Yes, this is where I belong - beneath my mistress. I could serve no other. As her orgasm draws near she suddenly rises, pushing me down and straddling me, out of reach of all but my eyes. "You did well slave, but since you have denied me your climax I will deny you mine. Don't. Move." With that she plunges two fingers deep inside her hot, tight sex, sliding them sensuously in and out as the flesh of her fingers stimulate her hot, buzzing clit, pleasuring herself as I lie helpless beneath her. I am forced to watch as she plays with herself, taking her time, teasing me before finally locking her eyes with mine as she reaches a shuddering climax. I thought I might come from that sight alone as she gasped and shook above me, magnificent in her wildness and absolute authority, growling and baring her teeth as the ecstasy reaches its peak before coming down, shaking slightly and smiling down at me in my helpless, unbearably horny heap. She takes a moment to relax, obviously enjoying my helplessness. "Clean my fingers slave, and be thorough" she says as she brings her wet hand to my lips. I do my best to comply, rising onto my knees sucking as I eagerly lick them dry, sucking each of her fingers to ensure none of her delicious juice is left behind.

"Very nice my little slut. Now, beg for your punishment" she says.

"Oh please mistress, I've been such a bad boy, I disobeyed you! Please, please punish me and teach me my place!" She walks over and sits on the foot of the bed, placing a small box next to her.

"Over my knee bitch" I obey without question, knowing I deserve this. Roughly she grabs my pants and pulls hem down around my knees exposing my naked butt cheeks.

*Smack!*

I yelp as her hand makes contact with my naked flesh, my cock jumping at the exquisite pain.

"You like that don't you you little slut?" She whispers as she rubs the skin her hand has just warmed, conserving the heat.

*smack! smack!*

Again her hand falls, my horny little body bucking up to meet it. Oh my God it hurts so good! Suddenly she stops. I moan softly, knowing she can't be done with me.

"Now you bad boy I'm going to use you like the little bitch you are, I'm going to TAKE the orgasm you denied me and I'm going to do it MY way!" She begins to pull my cheeks apart, inspecting me. I feel her breath caress that secret skin, blowing into my tight entrance, cruelly gentle, teasing me almost beyond endurance. I writhe on her knee, craving the invasion that I know is coming. I moan as I catch the scent of honey. Suddenly she spanks me again, catching me by surprise and making me yelp. She chuckles quietly before dipping her finger into her honey scented pot and beginning to probe my entrance with it. I gasp at the intrusion, pushing out to accomodate her lubed, probing digit. She teases me, pushing inside just far enough to barely brush my most secret pleasure spot. Almost without thinking I begin to thrust back against her, craving more. She chuckles and lets this continue for a while, watching with amusement as I vainly try to take pleasure before she is ready to give it, before withdrawing her finger.

*smack!*

She spanks me again "You dirty little slut, you just can't help yourself can you?"

I moan in response "Mistress please..."

"Please what slave?"

"Please take me, please, please make me come, I need it so much...." I beg, a note of desparation entering my voice.

She laughs "Very well." I feel a new pressure at my entrance, something harder, bigger. "Do you know what this is slave?"

"No mistress, but it feels so good"

"It's called a feeldoe. Its my cock pet. I'm penetrating you with my very own cock." She thrusts "Does it feel good pet?" I moan again, my breath heaving as I gasp the words

"Oh mistress, your cock feels so good, so good!" I wriggle slightly and feel the head of my mistresses new cock rubbing tantalisingly just out of reach of my pleasure spot deep inside. She raises her chin and looks down at me"And now that I've made you my bitch" she says "I'm going to use you like one!"

With that I feel her begin to fuck me, sliding her cock deep into my ass, the head slipping hard and fast over my secret spot. I push back against her, crying out at the surges pleasure and marvelling at the sight of my beloved mistress in her glory as she takes me as her own. A strange pressure begins to build deep inside me as my ass tightens over her cock.... my control begins to slip....

"You are going to come now slut. You have no choice, I can see you can't hold back." The pressure continues to build as I lose control, my hips bucking wildly as I thrust desperately against her cock until with a strangled cry I lose control entirely, spilling my essence over my stomach, mouth gaping as my breath comes in ragged gasps and my mistress laughs as she watches me, revelling in her utter domination. My whole body is shaking from the effort.

"See now pet?" she asks as she strokes my chest "I please you far more than your hand ever could. Your real pleasure belongs to me. And comes from only me."

"Yes mistress", I respond "To you and only you,I see that now. I'm sorry I disobeyed you."

"Good boy pet, you are forgiven. Come."

She disengages from my still twitching body and gently wipes the sweat and come from me before leading me to a steaming bath. I clean myself before I begin to bathe and pamper my mistress, massaging her flawless skin with perfumed oils and worshipping every inch of her gorgeous form as she relaxes in the water, eyes closed, enjoying my ministrations. She reaches out a hand to stroke my face and I bask in her praise, knowing that I live for nothing but this.... To be by my mistress's side, pleasure her, satisfy her, worship her as my goddess and be faithful to none but she.

I grin wryly as my cock twitches, stirring again at the thought. Perhaps, just pehaps, tonight I will risk punishment one more time....

In any case, the punishment is worth it! 



Punishment



I lay across his lap naked, feeling His hand on my back and His wind pants on my front. I was blindfolded as was usual for Master liked taking away my sight; I was to feel and do as I was told. Though today I was to be punished for being sassy but I really can't stop myself, which is why it is part of my nickname. I knew that this punishment was to be worse than a slap from a hand, or even the leather whip he sometimes uses, as I had never yet been this bad with Him. I had mocked His punishment technique as being soft; pushing Him to limits I had yet to get to. I have learned a lot from Master, yet it seems like not that long ago, I think back fondly to hearing his voice for the first time over the phone and how hot it made me. Even then as He was chiding me for being insolent I felt the heat of my lust brought about from His voice and feeling Him so close. 

I felt His hand rise from me and I flinched as He brought it over my ass-cheek leaving the area to redden and struck the other side to make it even. Then I felt the new abuser as He snaked it across my ass then the quick rush and slap as it hit skin, I jerked from the surprising pain of it. It was thin but had a sharp quickness to the smack, yet seemed to have a thick end. As He continued His breath came faster as He spoke of my misdeeds and what I was to do for Him from then on. His breath caught every time He brought the abuser to my skin. I started flinching before it hit as it has past the pain/pleasure to just pain, even though he would rub his hand over my reddening ass. He would also switch back to His hand, but also would bring it down so that it would make the sound making me flinch but not making contact with my now sore ass.

Although I understand He must do all this so that I remember who is in charge and who serves Him, it still brought my tolerance to the edge. However I would not cry or cry out in pain, I am not that type of person, though I couldn't suppress a whoosh of breath as He brought the abuser down on my skin. I could feel His hardness pressing into my naked body making this all worthwhile to be able to play with it again. Just before I couldn't take much more He asks me if I have learned my lesson and if He should quit. I try to answer but my voice eludes me so I have to start again. "Yes Sir I will not talk back to you or ignore your calls, I have learned my lesson!" I expected that I would be let down and prove how much I was sorry. He on the other hand was not ready to let me go so easily He said that He wanted to make sure that the lesson really sunk in. He raised the abuser and brought it down harder than ever before, once, twice, three times. I let out more sound than I expected or intended but it was done and He let me up; knowing that I would have bruises and the three welts to bring home to remind me of my servitude. 

I could hear Him removing his pants and I smiled finally I would be able to taste Him upon my lips again. I lay between His legs but by His command I stopped bringing His cock to my mouth, first I had to tell Him what I would be doing to show that He was the Master and I the slutty slave. He was really making me think hard because all I could think of was how hard he was and how much I wanted him in my mouth. But I had to repeat all the rules He has thus placed on me, 'I must do anything you say quickly and correctly, I must be naughty and slutty when I serve Master, I must get back to any calls or emails as quickly as I can...' and so on. Once I had said them all I finally was able to bring His precum covered cock to my mouth and tasting all the fun that was to cum.



Punishment



Neither of us really wanted to go out for New Year's Eve. We would've rather curled up on the couch with a good movie and a pizza, but our friends insisted we at least make an appearance. It was early evening already, and the party started around 6ish. Nick and I were both hurrying around, trying to throw together festive outfits and preparing for our night out.

I had just finished showering, and was heading to the bedroom to look for clothes when Nick grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to the closet.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked. He was referring to his blue striped dress shirt, which I had improperly buttoned on a hanger. Nick preferred the top button of his shirts to be secured; he said it helped the collar maintain shape.

"It must've come undone," I claimed. "Either that or I just forgot to fix it. I'm sorry." I knew no excuse I had would make things right.

Angered further by my response, he threw the shirt, hanger and all, across the room. "Well, looks like someone needs to remember how to do things the right way," he said. "Do I need to teach you how to do things the right way? Do you need punished?"

I knew what was coming. This had happened before. Nick was always looking for an excuse to punish me.

He grabbed me by the waist and shoved me towards the bed. I was only wearing my towel from the shower, and he tore it off of me, tossing it to the floor. He bent me over at the waist so that my ass was facing him, and he shoved my face into the bed.

His belt he withdrew from his pants, and without notice, he smacked it across my bare ass, leaving one streaking red mark. I cried out in pain, and he offered up another. I pleaded with him, sobbing, promising to hang his shirts up right from now on. But the more I cried, the more he whipped me. Eventually, the pain dissolved and I began to like the sting. My cries turned into purrs, but once he noticed my enjoyment, he stopped.

"You starting to like that, huh?" he asked. "Let's see how you like this." He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings. One he tied around my eyes and the other he stuffed in my mouth, keeping me bent over the edge of the bed. Blindfolded, I was only privy to the sensations I could feel, and I felt his hand squeezing my ass hard. It was comforting given the beating I'd just received. He ran his hand up and down my pussy and ass, caressing the crease with all of his fingers. I was dripping wet already.

"Spread your legs," he demanded. I did so, and he shoved three fingers deep into my pussy. It took a few seconds before the pain of the initial thrust faded, and then he began working them in and out of my cunt slowly. He rubbed my clitoris with his thumb as his fingers worked my hole. I moaned, but the stocking in my mouth muffled my voice. Soon, I came, and my legs were shaking so hard I found it difficult to stand. My knees buckled and I fell onto the bed.

"I didn't say you could lay down!" Nick yelled. "Get back up here, whore." He wrapped an arm around me and, with brute strength, lifted me up so that I was on all fours at the bed's edge. I could only anticipate what he would use me for next. My vision impaired by the blindfold, I listened as he rustled through our naughty bedside drawer. After a couple seconds, I felt his tongue in my pussy, on my clit. He wrapped his lips around it and flicked his tongue across it fast. My whole body shook with pleasure. Just as I thought I might come again, he pulled away, chastising me verbally for being so greedy.

I listened as he walked to the other side of the bed, and he pulled my body towards him. Soon, his cock filled my mouth and he was thrusting into my throat. I gagged on the head of his dick, and thick spit spilled out of my mouth onto his cock. I always loved how his cock tasted, how his pre-cum was like icing on a sweet treat. I licked it up, stroking his cock long and hard with my tongue. I tried to pull back, to have a taste of his balls, but he grabbed my head and pushed it far down onto his cock. He refused to have me doing anything other than gagging. I grinned each time his cock nearly made me vomit; the sensation made me want to take him in my throat even deeper.

After he'd gotten his fill of my mouth, he walked back to the rear of me, and pulled my ass to him. I felt warm spit trickle down my asshole, and he rubbed it with his thumb. He fingered my tight pucker until it wanted more. I expected he might finger my ass while he fucked my pussy next, but I was in for a surprise. He rubbed my asshole for a long time, and I started to get worried, wondering what he was preparing it for. Soon, I felt the tip of something hard going in. The small tip soon turned into something wide that stretched my hole so far I started to scream.

"Oh, yes," he said, as if he had an epiphany. "I forgot about your muzzle. I'd like to hear you scream for this." He removed the stocking from my mouth and shoved a very large anal plug into me. "I bought us a new toy. Happy New Year."

The sensation was more than I could handle, and I came immediately, screaming in pain and pleasure. He laughed at my orgasm. "You're such a slut, I knew you'd like it." With the plug still inside me, he rubbed my pussy with the head of his cock, and began shoving it in. This is what I had been waiting for, what I always looked forward to the most. I could endure all the pain he could offer just to be rewarded with his thick, hard cock pounding inside my belly.

He began fucking me slowly, gently, although I was filled so tight his motion was nearly uncomfortable. His strokes became faster, more desperate, and I started meeting his thrusts with my own. I backed myself onto his cock hard and fast, letting him touch me inside deeper than he ever had. I was enjoying the fuck way too much, though, and he had to put an end to it. He grabbed my arms and held my wrists behind my back, shoving my face back into the bed. My ass stuck straight up in the air as he continued to fuck my pussy from behind. He held my wrists together with one hand as he wrapped the other around my throat. He choked me harder and harder as his thrusting became more fierce. One last time, I came, and as my pussy quivered around his cock, he came, too, filling me with his hot fluid.

When it was all over, Nick collapsed beside me on the bed, and he reached over and removed my blindfold. He lovingly kissed my lips and stroked my cheek. "You alright?" he asked.

"I'm perfect," I purred.

We held each other for a long time, still shaking from our adventure. Before long, we realized we were going to be extremely late for the party, but we didn't mind; the distraction was worth it.

I got up from the bed, walked across the room, and picked up the shirt Nick had thrown across the room earlier. "You still wanna wear this?" I asked, giggling.

"Well, it's kinda wrinkled now," he said.

"I can iron it for you," I offered.

He agreed, and I went to work. A few minutes in, I burned a huge hole right through the arm of the shirt. I never did learn how to iron properly. Guess I'll pay for that later - if I'm lucky.



Punishment



I snuggled against you, my tiny body curled into yours, as the sun glimmered through the gauzy hotel curtains. I always woke up early, my body used to waking up early from high school. I still had not gotten used to that in college, and scheduled my classes early in the day, so the rest of the day I was free to write, or text you, or fingerfuck my little cunt on camera for you. But now, you were here with me, still sleeping as I lay tangled up in you.

I sat up and stretched, raising my thin arms above my head, my back arching and my tits popping out from underneath the blanket. I leaned over and kissed you gently on the cheek, and you murmured softly and rolled onto your side. You didn't wake up before eleven normally, and after last night, it was going to be noon or later today. My big hazel eyes glanced over at the clock. It was only ten. We had already missed the complimentary breakfast, so there was no use in going down to the cafe now. I could shower, but when you awoke, you would pull me with you into there, and fuck me roughly against the shower door, the water streaming onto our bodies. Water sounded good right about now, actually. That was when I remembered the pool we had passed on our hurried way up here. 

I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair back into a loose bun, and put on my black bikini that I had planned to wear when we would sneak down there later on. You did love fucking in a pool. I slipped it on, the black fabric stretching tight over my full breasts, the bottom barely covering my little tight ass. I crossed my arms to try to hide the birthmark just below my breasts, right at the top of my ribcage. If you were awake, you would pull my arm away and kiss it, but you were still caught in the hold of dreams, and I was alone.

I crept out the door, closing it carefully as to not to wake you. As the lock clicked, I realized I had forgotten my terrycloth dress, and was just holding a towel instead. I shrugged to an empty hall, and strolled to the elevator, pressing the button for down. I stretched again, and my stomach growled from lack of breakfast, but I knew I would get plenty to fill it when you awoke. The sharp ding of the elevator brought me out of that thought, and I shifted, my juices soaking through the bikini bottom at the thought of tasting you. I was glad it was black, and the elevator opened to reveal a man in his early twenties, tan, muscular, and in a navy suit. I blushed and hoped he could not smell my scent as I shuffled into the cramped space.

I hoped that the ride would one of uncomfortable silence, but instead it was full of nosy conversation. He smiled at me, asked how I liked the hotel, and mentioned that he was the assistant manager of the place. I smiled and nodded, becoming increasingly aware of my own arousal and its scent. He gave me a knowing smile as we reached the main floor, and I scampered off to the pool, away from his hungry gaze.

I love swimming, the feeling of cool water caressing me, clinging to every curve of my body. I glided through the water, enjoying the fluid sensation as I heard a voice ring out loudly.

"So, we meet again!"

I looked up and gulped. It was the man from the elevator, his gaze held at my wet bikini top, barely containing my heavy tits. I managed a meek smile, and wished for you to be here, for you to be awake. His eyes tore away from my cleavage to give me a fierce look in the eye.

"Are you enjoying the water?"

He stepped closer, and every bit of me wanted to swim away, but I did not want to be impolite. He was some harmless hotel guy, right? He gave me a shark-like grin, and continued.

"You see, I came here to check out the water temperature, and from how hard your nipples are, it must be very cold."

I blushed, mortified as my nipple stood fully erect and apparent through the thin stretchy material. He crouched and dipped his hand into the water.

"Oh, no, it's pretty warm I would say. You must be very aroused then."

He grinned at me again, as I stood there, gaping at him like a deer in headlights. As much as I would like to deny it, I was getting very turned on by seeing this stranger look at my scantily clad body. I squirmed uncomfortably in the water.

"And someone like you must be, no doubt, very wet. And I simply can't have that in this hotel's pool now, can I?"

He chuckled, his eyes still devouring my body.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the pool, for sanitary reasons."

I shuffled, dumbfounded, and slowly climbed out of the pool, my cheeks aflame. The water clung to my body, dripping off slowly as my bikini lay plastered to my body. If it had not been black, it might as well have been transparent. His eyes drank me in, and I blushed horribly, looking at my feet like a reprimanded schoolgirl. He spoke again, his voice horribly slick.

"You know, I may have to run tests on this pool now, given what you've done. A slut like you might have came in there. What room are you in? I may have to add the cost to your bill."

I gasped and shook my head, stunned. I began to shiver, scared and cold without my towel, without your arms around me. How could I be so foolish? I was his prey now, and fully vulnerable.

"Hmm? You wouldn't like that? But I see no reason not to charge you, see no benefit in it for me."

I swallowed hard, my eyes darting around for escape. Surely You would understand the extra charge. I stammered,

"H-how much would it b-be extra?"

He grinned, calculating and cold.

"Oh, these tests are expensive. Then I might have to drain the whole pool...about three hundred dollars, maybe more."

My jaw dropped. That was too much money, and you had saved so much to come and see me. How could I be so selfish? We couldn't pay that much and this man knew it by the look on my face. He smiled again, and continued on with a voice like polished steel.

"Maybe you do have some use to me, however. Let me see if your mouth is good for anything other than gaping, and we can forget about this."

I bit my lip and looked around. Where was the door again? My feet were like lead as I tried to walk to the beige door. He sidestepped me and was far too close.

"Miss, you still haven't told me your room number for the charge."

I gulped.

"I c-can't afford it."

He chuckled. 

"Well then I guess you'll have to take the alternative payment plan."

I sniffled, tears running down my burning cheeks as he pushed me onto my knees. The tile beneath them was cold. I shivered again, and was relieved when his hand left my hair, and confused as it didn't reach down again. I looked up to see you, in a sleepy mess of pajama pants and nothing else, evidently looking for your little one. You must've remembered how much I loved swimming, or had searched everywhere else. Now, you looked at me, ashamed me and the position I was in. You must've though I was servicing him willingly!

I looked up into your eyes, and you saw the tears and my fearful look, and You looked at me with new compassion, and I felt safe. I ran into your arms, snuggling close to you, my tears smearing on your chest. The stranger stared at you, frightened. He started babbling a bout how I had "seduced him," but you strode forward and pushed him into the pool. He looked up like a dampened cat, screeching about his Armani suit, and you simply spat on him and gathered my towel. You held it out for me and I snuggled up into it, safe and warm. You wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and gently led me upstairs.

I stammered out the story as you handed me some of the hotel's shitty prepackaged coffee. I lay in your arms, cheeks streaked with tears as I told you everything. You balled your fists and laid them flat again, rage pulsing through you. I swallowed softly and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sir. I beg for forgiveness for being so foolish and insolent."

You stroked me cheek softly, and looked down at me.

"My sweet little one, it is not your fault that he treated you so horribly. Many men are aroused by you, but I am the only one to have you. That is understood, yes?"

I nodded, my lips and tongue paralyzed with worry.

"And I protected you, as I promised. But what if I had not known to look there? What if I slept later? My love, he could have taken not only your mouth, but all of you. You should not have gone out without me, especially in such a state!"

You looked over my wet, bikini clad form, and gently untied the damp top, my nipple falling out. "And because you did not wake me and let me know, you must be punished."

I shivered, and gazed up at you, frightened. You smoothed my wet hair back lovingly. 

"Sweetheart, you need to realize that assholes like that would want you, and might take you against your will. I need you to realize the danger of that. I'm your master. I will protect you, because you are mine, and I love you. But, darling, you need to remember to be more cautious."

I nodded again, a fresh flow of tears starting down my cheeks. I kissed you softly on the cheek, and you picked me up in your arms and bent me over you knee. I sighed, relieved. A spanking of my tight little ass would just arouse me, not hurt me. You told me twenty, and I nodded. The first blow was hard, and I cried out in sudden stinging pain. By ten I'm panting, trying to reach your hand with every blow. By twenty, my ass is bright red, and my juices glimmered on my inner thighs. 

I turned to you, ready to cuddle or taste you, but you pinned me back to the bed, the blankets rough on the sensitive flesh of my burning ass. Your tongue snaked into my wet little cunt, and I moaned loudly, reaching down to grab you head and pull you closer. However, you pinned my wrists down and continued your working of my pussy, and I asked softly, "Sir, may I cum?"

You shook your head and moved away from me, my wrists still pinned down. I whimpered, looking up for your eyes, but you did not meet my gaze. You pulled at the restraints on the bedposts, still left for the night before, and secured my wrists in them. I sighed softly.

You resumed your place, and this time slid a finger up and down my slit, not pushing in. My wetness shined as it catched the light, and I tried desperately to push myself onto your hand. You chuckled and pulled away, and I groaned in frustration. As I groaned, you delved your tongue into me, and swirled it about inside of me for a glorious moment, then backed away again. I wanted to scream, but I just managed a whimper. This was my punishment, and I would be obedient. I would show you I am sorry.

You surprised me now, not touching me for what seems like hours, and then roughly shoved two fingers into my drenched cunt. It stretched around them, and I moaned loudly, and panted,

"S-sir, may I c-cum?"

You paused, your fingers not moving inside of me, the tension building and unbearable.

"No. If you do cum, my sweet little fuckslave, I will make sure your new 'friend' sees the next time you do. So please, do refrain."

You smiled and pulled your fingers out of me, and held them above my lips. I moved forward, ready to suck my juices greedily off of your hand when you pulled away, maliciously lapping them off yourself. You then sucked my clit into you mouth, bathing it with your tongue as you slid one of those tempting fingers slowly into my ass. I groaned and tears of frustration welled within my eyes as I whimpered and tried again.

"Sir, may I c-cum?"

You shoved your other finger into my ass roughly, causing me to squirm, and You paused, nipping gently on my clit. I shook and panted, a tear sliding out of my eye. You didn't answer me yet, but pulled the fingers out slowly and I sighed, ready for defeat. But you remained silent, and pulled away from me, tearing off your pajama pants and pulling forward, your hard cock an inch away from my dripping cunt. You pushed in roughly, causing me to cry out, and said levelly,

" Who do you belong to?"

I shook around you.

"You, Sir."

"Who loves you?"

Another tear streamed down my cheek.

"You, Sir."

"Who protects you, fucks you, owns you and your orgasm?"

I shuddered, passion building inside of me.

"You, Sir."

You looked me in the eye and then bent down to kiss my neck. You raised your head and whispered,

"Now, my little cumslut. Cum for me."

I cried out and clenched around you, my pussy screaming for this release as I clung to you, coating your cock in my juices. My whole body spasmed. I lay there, spent, tears still streaming down my raw cheeks as you kissed them away. 

You released me from the restraints, and pulled me into your arms, holding my body as its racked with sobs. You kissed my forehead and held me tightly, and I curled to you, and remembered to always trust you, as if I didn't, I would be disobeying again. 



Punishment



I let myself into the hotel room with more than a touch of apprehension, not sure why you decided we should meet here of all places. The tone of your voice when you called, however, had left me in no doubt that your request was not one to be ignored. Smoothing down the front of my skirt in an attempt to quell my rising nervousness I am struck by a pang of regret that you didn't leave me enough time to change clothes before summoning me here. I look down at my work clothes, sigh and step into the hotel room.

The curtains are drawn and I strain my eyes, trying to adjust to the transition from the bright daylit hallway. I can't see you but I can smell your aftershave and more than that I can sense your presence in the room. "Close the door." It's a firm yet emotionless command, and I obey immediately, more apprehensive than ever about your plans for me. I hover by the door, unsure whether to move, and you seem happy to keep me waiting for what feels like an age before putting me out of my misery. 

"Come over here." There's a note in your voice that both compels me to obey and arouses me at the same time. My nipples are hard and I'm starting to get wet and all you've done is speak. It's a delicious torment. 

Heart beating faster and harder, I cross the room to you, and my eyes start adjusting to the dim light. You're sat in a high-backed armchair and I stand in front of you, my arms at my sides and my gaze downcast. Again, you're in no hurry to speak and I know you're deriving as much pleasure from watching me squirm as I am. Eventually you speak, and as I'd known it would be, the anticipation was worth it. "You've been a very, very bad girl," you murmur and my clitoris twinges ecstatically at your tone. It takes every ounce of self control to stop that first soft moan escaping my lips, and my breathing deepens with the effort. 

Eventually I stammer out a nervous "I know..." but you cut me off quickly. 

"I didn't say you could speak. Come closer." I step forward, as if I had any choice in the matter. My knees are almost touching yours, and you lean forward and run one hand slowly upwards from the outside of my calf to my upper thigh. Despite myself I tremble, and I can almost feel you smile, knowing what this is doing to me. Your hand lingers on my thigh for far too long, and I wonder how long I can keep a grip on my remaining self-control. I desperately want to jump on you and just fuck your brains out right there in the armchair but that would end the delicious game far too early. So I gather my crumbling will and try to compose myself as much as I can. 

You're as eager to prolong the game as I am and your next command grants me some blessed respite from the tension. "Go and have a shower, I want you clean." You gesture towards the en-suite bathroom. "There are clothes hanging on the back of the door. Be quick, I don't want you wasting my time." 

I don't think I've ever showered so quickly and deliberately not touching myself and relieving some tension is exquisite agony. I dress myself in the short black leather dress, black thong and knee-length black boots; the only clothing you've allowed me. Dear God I really hope you don't want me to go outside with you in these. With a final check of my looks in the bathroom mirror I take a deep breath and step back into the darkened room.

You're waiting for me behind the bathroom door and as I step through I barely have time to register your sudden presence before you grab me and thrust me face down on the bed. My heart is beating madly now, the small calm I managed to attain in the bathroom completely gone. I daren't move. You're there on the bed beside me, sat up, and you take my arms, pull them both up to the headboard and secure them with Velcro straps. You shift your weight slightly, closer to the foot of the bed and stroke the backs of my thighs lazily with one hand. 

"What am I going to do with you?" you ask and the possibilities run through my already-excited mind. I keep silent; I know you don't want me to answer. You place your other hand on my legs, drawing them further apart and then move so you're between my knees. The dress is fairly tight and with you in that position I'm immobilised completely. Your attention turns to my bum, stroking it through the leather. It's not very satisfactory; the material is fairly thick, but you spend a few silent moments just stroking anyway. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You murmur and slide one hand all the way up my inner thigh and gently graze the damp material of my thong. "Oh yes, you are." I could cry as you take your hand away, frustrated that you had been so close to my burning clit. "You need to be taught a lesson, clearly." 

You slide the dress up over my hips, exposing my naked buttocks and the tiny slip of thong material, and resume stroking my cheeks. Even though I'm expecting it it's still a shock when the first slap lands; the sting of your hand hitting my bare backside making me gasp involuntarily. 

"Bad girl." Your voice is still quiet, almost a murmur, and Oh god, I am not going to last long, I can tell. You can tell too, and give me a few moments rest before you spank me again, and this time it's slightly lighter but the sting is still there. "Very very bad girl." The next slap lands on the other cheek, surprising me. You're trying to catch me out, trying to draw it out even longer, knowing how excited this makes me. There's no regularity to your strokes now, alternating between one cheek and the other, varying the speed and the amount of time between each one randomly. Eventually you stop, bend down to gently bite one reddened cheek and slide a finger down the side of my wet thong, running the tip over my wet pussy and nudging my screaming clit. I bite hard on my lip to stop from crying out. 

"Enjoy that, did you?" Again I don't answer; there's no need, you know exactly how much I enjoyed it. "Good." You push me further up the bed, onto my hands and knees and then you're behind me and then inside me. There's no gentleness now, neither of us wants or needs it, it's hard fast fucking and I push back and grind myself against you as hard are you're thrusting into me. Of course it's over quickly, after that delicious tease it couldn't be anything but quick. I come first by a second, gripping you inside me, shaking uncontrollably, and with one final thrust you grind yourself into me and come too, hard.

For a few moments, neither of us move, locked together like two animals, just breathing and quivering. And then we collapse together on the bed; you remove the cuffs, turn me over and we kiss for the first time that afternoon. 



Punishment



I phone you in your office....... I am actually sitting outside your building looking up at your window........ I tell you that I'm downstairs and would really like to see you......... ohhhhhh and by the way....... I have no knickers on....... 

I know you are looking out your window at me........ I am wearing a skirt just about my knees and I part my legs just a bit to give you the idea..... you cant see detail from where you are...... but you get the general idea.

You come down to meet me....... we go to a coffee shop with booths...... we choose the one that is most private..... we don't want distractions. You sit next to me....... and try to kiss me.......... I hold you back..... because your naughty.... and you need punishing!

While we are waiting for our drinks....... I let my leg fall against your thigh..... you feel amazing....... I want you..... but I fight my urges. Your hands are soft, smooth and warm....... your right hand is sliding up my thigh to test my claim.......... you feel my silky bare skin of my pussy at your finger tips....... your fingers want to go further.... and I snap my thighs shut and stop you from going any further...... you have to wait......!

You are kissing my neck and nibbling my ear........ I can feel myself melting down below....... and the moisture is flowing..... my tide is coming in for you.......... I kiss you back..... your mouth is divine...... and I want more of you....... but I wont let myself lose control............

You are whispering in my ear what you want to do to me and my pussy......... god...... I'm wet...... I get up on the pretence of going to the ladies...... but really I need to go and compose myself again...... because I'm so turned on...... as I stand up, and pull my skirt down a bit..... because it had ridden up with some help from you........ your hand very quickly slips up the inside of my skirt and your finger finds my wet pussy immediately....... it is like a heat seeking missile....... you can feel the moisture starting to escape my pussy.... but I stand with my legs together tightly.... and stop your finger going any further....... because your naughty and need to be punished! I know you want me bad....... I can see the beautiful tight bulge of your crotch...... and I so badly want to release it from the fabric prison that its in...... but I don't..... because you need to be punished hehehehehe. Instead..... I lean over you slightly...... and put my hand around the shape of your cock and give it a pleasurable squeeze..... and marvel at how hard it feels.... god I need to see it and taste it soon!

I walk off to the Ladies leaving you all worked up and wondering what we are going to do this afternoon.

I come back nearly 5 min's later..... I have managed to calm myself down.... I'm more composed....... I am happy to see that you are still horny as ever.... and that wonderful hard cock is still straining against your trousers.......... I give it another playful squeeze and leave my hand resting on it....... I can feel it pulsing...... and you make it flinch every now and then to remind me of its presence..... like I would forget ha!

We have our drink.... you tell me a bit about your day so far.... and how happy and surprised that I'm here with you......... I kiss your neck..... and give your ear lobe a bit of a playful nip....... while we talk I'm playfully dragging my nails up and down your thigh gently...... and that is just fuelling your needs........ good...... 

I'm glad...... I want you to want me!

After our coffee..... we walk back to your office...... most of the people are out to lunch..... I am able to slip into your office virtually unnoticed...... your blinds are already shut anyway.... so no one will be suspect. I sit down on your sofa..... my legs just parted a little..... I am stopping you getting a proper view.

you sit on the corner of your desk looking at me....... you have the cheekiest grin on your face..... part disbelief that I'm really here in front of you....... and part excitement.... you cant remember feeling this excited in a long time....... you cant remember the actual event your even comparing to..... your mind is firmly focused on what you want to do to me.

I pat the chair next to me....... you kneel in front of me.... and put your head on my lap....... I hold your head in my hands and rub the back of your neck and play with your ears..... we embrace...... enjoying the moment of contact...... it feels wild...... my heart is pounding and I know yours is too. A few minutes pass, and you lift your face to look at me....... we kiss...... softly and passionately....... there is hunger.... but its gentle and tender..... we both feel like we are young teens.... having our first kiss....... and the floating and fuzzy feelings are drowning our senses......... I'm lost in the hazy wonderful place where nothing else matters or even registers...... we could be in public and wouldn't even be aware of anything around us...... we are totally absorbed in each other.... and it feels so right! We don't want to let go of each other..... scared that we will wake up and find it a dream.

After a few minutes...... I remember that I was here to punish you....... you let go of me.... and my devilish side starts to kick in....... I let my shin rub your crotch.... you are still so bloody hard...... your eyes begin to roll back a bit from the mere touch of my leg....... you are still on your knees in front of me........... I stand up and your face is level with my pussy...... you immediately bury your face in my skirt.... taking in a deep breath trying to imagine how sweet my pussy will taste.... both hands slid up the back of my legs and each one cups a cheek...... your hands are warm...... and you hold on firmly to my arse...... gently kneading it..... but still hanging onto them like you never want to let them go..... I let my hands cup the side of your face, and massage your ears and the back on your neck...... I want to taste your neck again...... so I break free of you and move a couple of steps away...... you reluctantly let me and your arms slump to your sides and your eyes are still locked on me.

I tell you how naughty you are..... how much I have missed talking to you...... you keep telling me how busy you are.... and your apologising.... but I put my finger to your lips to silence you......you stop talking and are staring at me............. I can see your hunger ........ and it makes my heart beat faster.

I step back again, I bend over and pull you up by your tie playfully..... I walk you backwards.... and let you fall into your office chair....... you don't fight it..... you play along willingly, and obediently.......... just as well...... 

I move to the other side of your desk........ and I lean forward.... you can see down my top, and my breasts are free under my top....... you can see my nipples..... rosy pink and very erect..... you feel a twang in your cock...... it just got even harder!

I stand up knowing that you saw what you were meant to see...... and I cup each of my breasts..... and gently pull on my nipples through my top...... you cant take your eyes off my tits..... your eyes are pleading with me to take off my top...... but I don't...... because your naughty..... and you need punishing!

You start to stand..... and I stop you.... with just a look...... you know that you need to do as I want because your worried that I will leave..... you don't want this to end....... this is far from over....... your head is racing with panic....... what if you don't get your release? I tell you how much I want you and how wet I am for you....... I touch between my legs and show you my glistening finger as proof....... you want to bury your cock in me so bad....... but you stay seated.... waiting to see what I do next........ 

I keep my eyes fastened on you..... and I'm slowly gyrating from side to side..... dancing very slowly to imaginary music....... my hands are pretending to be your hands..... rubbing all over me......... feeling my curves and exploring some secret places........ you are totally mesmerised........ you are concentrating on me ....... one hundred percent..... perfect....... anything less than one hundred percent is not good enough for me...... its all or nothing! 

I slowly walk over to the lounge where my handbag is.... and I bend over to pick it up...... I bend at the waist..... not the knees..... knowing full well that you would get a full view of my moist clam, I take my time picking up my bag..... giving you those few precious seconds to study my smooth pussy..... I hear you inhale deeply....... I straighten up.... and turn around to face you..... you look like you are going to implode or something...... you have the sexiest dreamy expression on your face.... but there is also a strain showing..... that only release will help...... your eyes are fixed on me with a hopeful look.... but a realisation that I might be going now......... you push that thought out of your head...... No ..... you don't want me to go..... you need to bury yourself into me..... you know I want you too..... and you want to finish what I started. 

I walk over to you and stand next to you and turn your chair so you are facing me squarely....... I lean forward.... your hands are embracing me.... drawing me into you..... you nearly pull me onto you ......... we kiss passionately.... a lovely long hot kiss...... while your hands are kneading my ass........ I kiss you on your forehead, and get up...... and tell you that I have missed you terribly...... and that your a naughty boy for not paying me enough attention..... and this is your punishment........... I blow you a kiss and tell you that I will see you soon......... you wonder....... if this is the punishment...... what will she do to me if I'm good? You feel your cock pulsate at that thought..... and fall back into your chair all strung out...... fully excited..... and partly exhausted.... you feel like you have run a marathon.



Punishment



You had discovered I had disobeyed you. There was only one "household" chore that we had agreed on that if I disobeyed your orders regarding how it is done, you could punish me for it. And I'd screwed up, seriously screwed up. And you knew I needed to be punished. 

We had established a sign system. If you placed my collar on the bedroom door knob it meant that you wanted me to submit to you that night, beginning whenever you wanted after the girls went to bed. However, I could turn this down by simply putting the collar away. But, if you weren't leaving me an option in it, such as was the case this evening, you would place the collar on my pillow. With this sign I had no choice, unless it was that time of the month, my instructions were that as soon as the girls went to bed, I had 30 minutes to complete my chores. After that I must go to our room, strip down, put on my robe, and any cuffs you had placed with my collar, kneel on the pillow and wait for you. 

So, due to my disobedience to you in this simple matter, you placed my collar and all my cuffs on the pillow. You KNOW I must be punished. I discover your sign shortly after dinner, when I went to the girls' room for their pajamas. That's when I realize what I did wrong. And I know I'm going to be receiving quite a punishment. I am both nervous and aroused. Then I notice the cuffs, all three sets, and the blindfold. This is a change; you'd never left the blindfold there for me before. I get even more excited. I know that in barely 45 minutes I'll be kneeling in our room, naked save for my robe (as you know I get cold easily), in my cuffs, and blindfold, waiting for my Master.

I rush through putting the girls to bed, and my evening chores, watching the clock. You casually tell me you're going to take a shower. I finish my chores and go to our room. I strip down; place each of my cuffs on, my robe, then grab the blindfold. I go to my pillow and kneel, then place my blindfold on. Assuming my position of readiness, I wait for you. I can hear you in the shower, the moment you turn it off, and when you open the door. You walk into our room and breeze right past me. I hear you moving about the room. Then I hear you getting into the closet. I'm hoping you are getting the liberator out. Then I hear a thud on the bed, and I'm sure you have gotten the liberator. You rustle about the room some more before I hear you approach me. 

I can sense you standing in front of me. I hear your breathing. You place my collar around my neck. 

"Who do you belong to Slut?" 

I shiver and reply, "You Master." 

You nod, though I can't see you, and say, "That's right slut. You belong to me. And do you know why I demanded your submission tonight slut?" 

I take a deep breath and reply, "Yes Master, your Slut knows why her submission has been demanded tonight." 

"WHY Slut?" 

I am so wet, because I know you going to punish me thoroughly. "Master, your Slut has disobeyed your commands. Your Slut knows she must be punished."

At my response you smile, you know I want to be punished, you know that it excites me, and that my orgasms will be strong tonight, and so will yours. You grab me roughly by my arms and haul me up to a standing position. "Remove your robe Slut, remove it and prepare to be punished." 

I drop my robe and you look me up and down. You are pleased; you see I have obeyed you by placing all my cuffs on properly. And you see I am properly shaven as you have demanded I be. You walk me over to where you have set up the liberator and nearly throw me onto it. 

"Assume your position Slut!" I quickly move into the punishment position on the liberator. My ass is high in the air, my pussy over the edge, so you have total access to me. My wrists are near to my legs. You attach my cuffs to the liberator. 

"Good Slut, you have pleased me by your actions this evening. Although your punishment will not be reduced, I will see to it that you enjoy yourself as well." 

I hear you move to our toy stash and shiver, wondering what exactly my punishment will be tonight. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll enjoy it!

Suddenly, I feel you playing with my ass, fingering at my puckered hole. "Yes, I think this will make your punishment severe enough. Perhaps you won't forget my instructions again." You pause and continue, "Well, for a while." 

I grin, hoping you don't see me, as this would result in more punishment. I then feel your fingers again, this time with the slick, cool feel of lube. You lube my hole and push into it, ensuring I am well wetted. I then feel the tip of my plug being slowly pushed in, until it is in place. I'm breathing a little heavier from the wonderful feeling. This is going to make my punishment even more wonderful. With my butt filled with the pink plug you lean near my head. 

"Are you ready my Slut?"

"YES Master, your Slut is ready to receive her punishment." 

"Good. Make sure you count as you are supposed to." 

And I know within seconds I will feel the glorious sting of your punishment. You do not disappoint me. I have disobeyed you enough today that you skip straight to the paddle. With just enough force you bring the paddle down onto my left ass cheek. In a moment my ass is on fire, and my pussy is dripping and I call out. 

"One Master, your Slut begs for more." And as soon as I finish speaking the paddle strikes my right ass cheek, "Two Master, your Slut begs for more." I gasp out. 

You caress my ass gently. Then without warning you strike the right again, and I speak the count. The feeling of the paddle striking me, and the plug up my tight, eager ass is making me nearly cum. But you know that. That is why you wait after ever 2nd strike. When you reach 8 you see that my pussy juice is running down over my clit and dripping off me. You decide that 10 will be enough, but these last two will be harder, to ensure your little, dirty Slut has learned her lesson. You strike the 9th and 10th blows a bit harder and I cry out my count. 

"Ten Master, your Slut begs for more." 

"No Slut. You will have no more tonight." 

Internally I moan, but to you I just say, "As you desire Master." 

At this point you decide to leave me waiting for a few minutes. You rummage around in our toy stash and pick out what you need to continue our night. And then you leave the room. I'm laying there, ass high in the air, my hole filled with the plug, my pussy dripping its juice. Tied down, blindfolded. Waiting for my Master. 

You walk to the kitchen and get two glasses of ice water, one with a straw for me. You linger a bit while you drink your glass and refill it. You know the waiting drives me crazy. Finally you return. 

"Turn your face to the side Slut." I do as you command and feel the straw against my lips and drink eagerly. When you decide I've had enough you pull it away. You then start unbuckling my cuffs. 

"Stand Slut." You command. And I immediately obey. "Lift your right leg slightly." I do as you say and feel you putting some cloth around my ankle. "Now your left" and I feel the same. Then you slowly begin pulling up the cloth. I realize it's a pair of panties. Once you reach my hips and crotch, I realize they are my crotchless panties. You arrange them as you like them. 

"Now, lie back down, but on your back this time Slut." I allow you to guide me to the bed and move quickly onto the liberator and into the position you like. 

"Master, your Slut is ready." I say to you.

You reattach my wrists above my head, my thighs and ankles as well. You know I love being completely tied down. And you do too, because it provides you unfettered access to your Slut's pussy. Once I'm strapped in place you lay over me and kiss me. 

"I've been waiting all day Slut. I have been waiting to make you lay here and let me control you. Are you ready for it my Slut?" 

"Yes Master, your Slut is ready and waiting for you Master." 

"Good. Now, have you been good Slut? Or did you break any other rules today Slut?" I can feel your cock close to my waiting cunt, but I know I must answer the questions. 

"No Master, I have been a bad Slut. I have broken your rules Master." You grab my right nipple and pinch, sending waves of excitement to my core, and you lightly slap my face. 

"You disobey me and break my rules do you Slut? Well, let's see what rules you've broken. Did you masturbate today Slut." 

"Yes Master, your Slut masturbated today." 

You reach for a nipple clamp and quickly apply it. "Slut, for your disobedience you will have a nipple clamp for the rest of our session." 

"Thank you Master." 

"Now, did you have an Orgasm Slut?" 

"Yes Master, your Slut masturbated to orgasm and is a dirty Slut." 

You pinch my other nipple and reach for the other clamp, which you quickly apply, and hearing me gasp a little you reply to me. "Slut, I think you do it on purpose sometimes." 

You know I do, you know I like THESE punishments. "Thank you Master for this punishment." 

You move on to the last question. It's always the same questions. 

"Did you have her on the phone Slut?" 

Knowing what delicious punishment is in store I quickly reply "Yes Master and your Slut awaits your punishment." 

With that you quickly move between my legs and grab the clit clamp. Placing it on my pussy and drawing back. 

"Slut, you are very disobedient today. I guess I need to make you remember who you serve, and why you should obey." 

"Yes Master, your Slut has been bad and requires a reminder."

You undo my thighs and ankles and begin maneuvering my orgasm belt onto me. Once in place you buckle my legs back into place. 

"Slut, you will be at my mercy, is that understood?" 

"Yes Master" 

"You cum for me, when I tell you to Slut." And with that you turn on the Hitachi. It is right against my clamped, swollen clit. And you move to my ear. 

"Do NOT cum until I tell you that you may Slut." I am unable to respond as I am fighting not to cum. Suddenly you slap my face, "Answer me Slut!" 

"Yes Master... Your Slut will wait to cum." 

You stand back and admire your work. Me, your dirty little Slut, across the Liberator on our bed, strapped down. Blindfolded, Nipples clamped, crocthless panties, clit clamped, butt plug still filling my ass. And the last part, the orgasm belt with Hitachi buzzing away at my clit. You are pleased. You know you have all the control, and you know it is time.

You had been planning this for weeks, and were pleased that I had been so disobedient today. It just made your plan even better. You quickly leave the room. You send a text, knowing the recipient was waiting for it. And just a few minutes later there is a light knock on the door. You answer it. You let her inside. 

You and she both say nothing, but you motion for her to follow you. You both gaze in at me on the bed, writhing with ache for the orgasm that was so close. Then you lead her back to the living room. 

I am so aroused and fighting so hard not to cum that I am oblivious to what is going on. 

You whisper to her to strip naked, ask her if she needs a drink or anything else. She accepts your beverage and promises to follow your instructions. She's not a real sub, she's somewhere between our positions. She is more of a tool. Once she says she's ready you guide her back to our room.

You quickly turn off the Hitachi. 

"Slut, did you cum?" 

Gasping for air I reply "No Master, your Slut obeyed your command and did not cum." 

"Good, I am pleased. I have brought you a reward Slut. Would you like your reward?" 

I am excited. Maybe you bought me a new toy. "Yes Master, your Slut is eager to accept her reward." 

You remove the belt from me but tie my legs back down. Then I feel movement on the bed. 

You then whisper to me "Slut, you will enjoy this." And suddenly I feel a pussy in my face. I eagerly begin licking and flicking it. She tastes wonderful and I am hoping you will let me make her cum. I'm also hoping you'll have her return the favor.  

You sit back watching me devour her pussy. You can see I am enjoying it, and that she is too. 

You speak up "Slut, you better give her a good orgasm." 

I continue working her cunt, using my tongue ring. Before much longer she has an incredible orgasm. Her pussy juice is running down onto my face and I quickly suck and lick as much of it as possible into my mouth. As she comes down from her high she moves her body down mine until her breasts are in my face. 

"Suck her nipples Slut, make her happy and she may be kind enough to return the favor." I quickly find a nipple and suck it into my mouth. It is perfect and hardens quickly under my actions. She is grinding her wet pussy into my stomach. Her sexual appetite is as strong as mine. 

After a few moments she moves down and flicks at my clamped nipples making me moan and jump with excitement. She continues down to my waiting pussy. You nod to her and she begins her work on my pussy. 

You know I won't last long and tell me "You may cum for her Slut." 

She works my clamped clit and pussy, sucking and flicking. In moments I am gone and am cumming hard, wave after wave of orgasm roll through me. I am trying to move my arms to hold her head to me, but I can't. I am screaming out in pleasure. Slowly I come down from my high. You remove my blindfold, and I finally see her. She is like an angel. You brought her here for me, to pleasure me with. And for yourself. You reach down between my aching legs and slowly draw out the plug, you almost make me cum again from it. And then you remove the clit clamp.

"Slut, I am pleased with you, you have made our guest feel welcome. Now, do you want my cock Slut? Does your pussy need my cock?" 

"Yes Master, your Slut's pussy needs your cock," and immediately you slam your shaft deep inside, immediately making me cum again. You begin thrusting, hard, your balls slapping my ass, and my orgasm continues. She is kissing me and I am in heaven. But suddenly you pull out. 

"Slut, that's enough cock for you, think our guest deserves some too." 

"Yes Master" I say to you, and you quickly don a condom and with her leaning over me you slam into her pussy. I can see that she likes it. You begin to pound her; you go at her pussy for a bit and stop. You pull the condom off and lay down where I can see you. She quickly dives onto your cock and begins sucking it. I can see that you are about to cum. And you do, and she drinks it all in. I am so wet and ready to cum again from watching you cum in her mouth. 

You instruct her to return to my pussy, but to 69 me. She does as you say and we both begin pleasuring each other. Before long we have both cum again. You are pleased. 

She leaves the room, and you follow. You thank her for her help and promise to be in touch soon. You guide her to the door and see her to her car. 

Then you return to me. You unbuckle me from the liberator, take off my nipple clamps, and remove my collar. I am so spent from the evening that I crawl up to my pillow and climb under the sheets. You remove the cuffs from me and tell me to sleep. You clean up from our evening and climb in bed. 

"Thank you." I tell you sleepily, and then I drift off to sleep.



Punishment



PRELUDE

I hear the sound of the door closing behind you and my heart skips. I've never felt this particular frisson of fear before, but this time is different. I provoked you to this; to this point of anger and frustration, to this point that has culminated in that most ambiguous and challenging of words in an M/s relationship.

Punishment.

The word calls to mind times in our early lives when we were naughty, when those that controlled our lives and cared for us felt that the time had come to remind us of the balance of power and the way of things in our lives. You waited for this time, waited for the anger to grow cold, for the frustration to recede behind the delicate web of our love, but the need to utter the words here endeth the lesson remains.

I am bound. My hands are tied at the wrist with the silken rope that has always been used in play for us, the feel of it has always been seductive to me before; the harbinger of delicious torments and lavish release. Now it chafes; I struggle against it uselessly. The end of the rope runs to a ceiling hook over my head; the latch on the hook angled in just such a way that I cannot maneuver it loose. I am blindfolded but not gagged; you told me that you want to be able to hear my sounds in all of their fullness today. I am on the balls of my feet; the tautness in the rope holding me there in a position just slightly to the left of comfortable. The angle of my legs is maintained by the spreader, I feel too open, too exposed and too cold; the air conditioner is up too high -- you know that I hate the cold. My nipples strain against the clamps; they are much tighter than usual, the end of the chain running to the third clamp on my clit that is not as tight, but tight enough to remind me that it is there.

I want to see you; you know that I like to look into your eyes for reassurance, but the blindfold is there. I feel you circling me. I want to speak but I do not; the only word that is allowed today is my safe word ~velvet~. I want to say it, I'm frightened; I want to take it all back in a way but it is far too late for that now.

I provoked this. I wanted this.

It begins.

PUNISHMENT

The cool air from the air conditioner is swirling around me, stirred by the twin ceiling fans over my head. I feel goose bumps rising all over my body; even the roots of my hair seem chilled. My shoulders are bare, my hair is bound up in a ponytail to keep it out of your way as you directed; now I feel you tying the tail of the rope to the tail of my hair, restricting even the movement of my head now. The door on the armoire opens; I hear you moving things on the shelf where all of the implements are stored. I hear something whip softly in the air...The crop? It's not a flogger, the sound is too discrete, and I don't hear the sounds of multiple tails...The cane? I can't tell; the soft sound in the air is closer now and I brace just before you strike.

The blow is hard and followed rapidly by another; merciless and unrelenting. It's the crop, a tool that I normally enjoy, but the technique this time is sharp and harsh, aimed at tender points on my flesh that you are usually more delicate with, at least at first. There is no warm up this time. Just as I begin to form these thoughts I feel another blow with a different tool; you must be using both hands, a thing you never do, and this time it's the flogger. Everywhere. Front and back, high and low, no teasing blows, just pain. I struggle, but the bonds are too tight, I hear soft whimpers and sharp intakes of breath; those are my sounds right now; I hear soft growls and hard breathing, those are your sounds. The whimpers are not enough for you; the beating becomes more intense, and the whimpers turn to groans and outcries. I hear something drop to the floor; you move back toward the armoire, I hear you moving things. You come close to me...I feel your warm breath in my ear..."Be careful what you ask for, for you will surely get it" you say in a harsh voice, completely unlike the voice that I know so well in moments of passion. This voice is cruel and devoid of emotion or pity. I feel something forced roughly into my ass without lubrication or tenderness, it's a plug, but a much larger one than the one that I am accustomed to, one made for moments such as this. I cry out from it, you reach for the chain that runs between the clamps on my clit and nipples, this time my outcry is accompanied by a spillover of tears that soaks my blindfold and runs down my face. I feel you lick off a tear just before your hand closes on my throat...tightening just enough to make me panic and struggle...you loosen your grip and laugh. "Scared yet?"

Before I can answer the beating begins again and this time it's the cane, blow after blow until I am sobbing incoherently, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." But you do not stop. It goes on and on, far past the point that I think I can bear, the pain approaching some crescendo that I am afraid to reach because if I reach it - what will become of me? I cry your name in my pain and as it echoes around the room, the blows stop.

The swirling cold stills, the soft whirring of the fans has stopped. You pull me toward you, your hand between my legs, feeling my wetness as you slip the clamps off one by one. My screams bounce around the still room as the feeling returns to my clit and nipples. I become aware of the sweat pouring from me along with my tears. You whisper in my ear, in a voice that I recognize.

"Enough." 

POSTLUDE

You slowly untie the ropes that bind my hair and my wrists. I am weak now, all of my strength drained out of me, along with all of the tears and sweat that flowed from me during my punishment. I fall against you and you take my weight effortlessly; holding me with one hand while removing the spreader from between my limply bent knees. You slip the blindfold off, and the sudden brightness blinds me for a moment. You sweep me up over one shoulder and drop me onto the bed on my stomach; sliding the plug that you assaulted my ass with during the punishment out of me and setting it aside. 

Your hands slide over me; I flinch as you trace the welts that crisscross my body but I make no sound. You flip me over onto my back and slide into me with a smooth, harsh thrust. My legs are up over your shoulders; your eyes are locked on mine. You ride me hard; never looking away and I look up at you, the tears begin again inexplicably. I clutch your forearms tightly, almost afraid to let go. I begin the ascent to orgasm and my rhythm quickens. Your eyebrow raises at the change in my breathing and my motion and you utter a word --

"No."

I swallow and tremble...the moment passes, the rising pleasure ebbing away into nothing more than a soft tremor, no more ecstatic than the minor pleasure that I might feel from the caress of your hands in my hair during a tender moment. You rarely deny me pleasure, your form of Mastery has always been lush and generous, but today was about punishment, not pleasure. "Good Girl", you say, and the pleasure of hearing those words is an ecstasy all of its own. Your pace quickens and I feel you as you cum; your concentration on my eyes never wavering.

After, you slide me into the tub and massage soothing cream into my wounded flesh, wrap me in my warm robe and carry me to bed, settling me beside you. You run your hands over me delicately now, careful not to hurt my tender spots...murmuring words of love into my hair, my hair that you brushed yourself until it was dry as though I were some delicate doll. I know there will be other orgasms, full and overwhelming on other nights, pleasures that we experience together without withholding.

Tonight, though, it was necessary to withhold.

Necessary to bring me to this place. Primal. Female.

Tamed.

As we drift off to sleep I hear you whisper in my ear...

"Here endeth the lesson."



Punishment



She knew she had been bad. Unforgivably bad. She had gone out without his permission and knowledge. All she had left him was a note saying she'd be back later. When he called her, she didn't answer. As she sat in the car, hands on the wheel staring at the house, she contemplated running away. She didn't know what she'd get, or if she would even be allowed back. As she thought of all the things she could do without him but not with him, she realized all of them were worthless if Master was gone. Her life had become his life and she would do all that he asked to remain his slave. She turned the car off, and walked slowly to the door.

To her surprise, she found Master sitting on the couch, completely calm. She immediately began to cry and threw herself at his feet. She sobbed and apologized and begged for forgiveness. He said nothing. After she had explained her story, suggested punishments and promised to never, ever leave his side again, he finally spoke. He told her to sit by him and look in his eyes. He dried her face, stroked it gently and kissed her softly. She was confused and scared. She wanted to think that he was not mad at her and was just glad she had returned to him. Deep down, she knew he enjoyed her, but would not let this go. "Shhh, my pet. Stop your crying. You are home now. You have disobeyed me, disrespected me, and broken your promise to be my slave. You must be punished. I have packed your things and after your punishment, you are to leave. While I am sorry to see you go, you have brought this upon yourself." 

She became hysterical at the thought of losing him. She begged and begged and screamed to stay. Finally he spoke again. 

"You know you must be punished, correct?" 

"Yes, Master, yes. I have been so wrong. Anything you do to me will be fair, Master."

"My slave, you have gone too far and the punishment you would need to continue on here would be too much for you. It would take months of retraining and you won't make it through tonight."

"I will, Master, I swear. Whatever it is, I WILL endure it and thank you. Anything, anything at all to stay with you. I have learned my lesson."

"No, you haven't. But we will see if you can make it through tonight. Then we will discuss keeping you."

"Thank you, Master. I will not disappoint you tonight. Promise."

"Grab the bag by the stairs and head to the car. You are to sit in the back, on the floor, behind the passenger seat. The front seat is pushed all the way back so you must squeeze in. Once seated, remove the handcuffs from the bag, and handcuff yourself to the strap on the back of the passenger seat."

"Yes, Master". 

She did not hesitate. She ran for the bag, was out the door and within seconds was squeezing into the tight space on the floor. She was handcuffed and silent as they drove. It seemed like such a long drive before he stopped. She had felt every pothole and rock on that floor. Her ass was sore even before leaving that car. 

"Wait here" Master said. 

She looked out the window and saw they were parked in front of a very cheap, sleazy motel. She knew there was no way her Master could get a room. After all, it was Spring Break week and she could hear all the drunken College students screaming. Moments later, Master returned. He had a room key with him. He had gotten the last room the 3 story motel had. He removed the handcuffs from the door and placed it on her other wrist. He told her carry the bag. He could have parked near the room but he told her he wanted her to walk past all the people handcuffed, so they could see her. She felt their eyes on her. Some of the people even pointed, putting her on display for the world. She hated that and Master knew it. It gave him great pleasure to humiliate her. She still had no idea what they were doing here.

In the room, Master uncuffed her. He opened the curtains and told her to strip right in front of it. She was terrified of being seen. She like the security of being a slave, nearly hidden from the world. She existed to serve her Master and in his world, among his friends she was little more than furniture. But now, she was on display for the world. She stood in front of the window and stripped. He made her crawl to him and placed a collar and leash on her as well as leather wrist and ankle cuffs with rings on them. She was certain she would be tied at some point. She could not believe that he was still so calm. Eerily calm. It frightened her. He told her to kneel by the outlet with the lamp plugged in. She did. He told her to tell him about the outlet. 

"The outlet?" she asked, her voice shaky. 

"Yes, the outlet." 

"It is white?" she said.

"And?" He replied.

"It has holes."

"Good. And can it go wherever it wants?" he asked.

"No, Master." She was confused by this. She didn't know what he was doing.

"And what can you tell me about the plug?"

"It has prongs and gets put into the outlet, Master."

"And can it go wherever it wants?"

"Yes, Master."

"So, in this relationship of plug and outlet, which would you say is more powerful and which is weaker. Tell me why."

"Well, Master," She thought, not wanting to get this wrong, "the plug is more powerful because it can go wherever it wants and put it prongs in the opening. The outlet is weaker because it can not be moved and must accept the plug. "

"Excellent, slave. You are the outlet, you know. You have all these openings just waiting for the plug. Men are far more powerful than women. We can take what we want, when we want it and there is nothing you can do about it. I think, my slave, you have forgotten your place. It pains me a great deal to have to put you back there in this way. This will not be pleasant. You will most surely scream and cry, but if you want to be my slave, you must learn all that I have to teach. We will begin showing you how you are just an outlet with no control."

He stood her up, bent her over the table in front of the window with the curtains wide open and secured her ankles to the posts. He then secured her wrist cuffs to the opposite posts. He stood back to look at her. She was stretched across the table, her naked body pressed to the wood, legs spread wide and arms tight in front. Her face was looking out the window at the people in the pool. Thank God they hadn't noticed her yet. But they would soon enough she thought. He ran a delicate finger across her lips and into her pussy. She shivered. He placed his two hands on her ass. One on each cheek and spread them, revealing her tight, unlubed ass. He said "lesson one" and drove his cock hard into her asshole. She cried from the shock and pain. He began fucking harder and harder, telling her this was not about enjoyment. This was about power. She was helpless to control the pain she was in. She was helpless and could do nothing but accept his cock however he chose. He made her say over and over again

"I am a pathetic fuckhole that lives only to serve my Master. I am weak. Thank you for showing pity." 

He fucked her so hard it ripped her ass. She was crying and screaming and knew before the night was over she would know her place.

He pulled out of her ass and came around the table. He pulled her hair, forcing her face upwards. "Open", he demanded. She did. He shoved his cock in her mouth so deep she gagged. He held her by the chin and back of her head as he fucked her face. Then, when he was ready, he came on her face. It was thick and salty and she could feel it hang on her face. 

"Thank you, Master" she said. 

Still tied, he decided it was time for a spanking. He pulled a belt out of the bag. He began to beat her ass and thighs. He was careful not to leave too many marks. He wanted her pretty for tonight. After what seemed like an eternity, he let her up. He told her to go lie on the bed, face down, spread eagle. After he secured her to the bed, he rented a porn. He told her to watch it while he did a few things. He pulled out several boxes of condoms, dildos, crops, nipple clamps, gags and many other toys. He sat at the table and wrote something. He came back to the bed and taped the paper to her back. He read it to her.

I am a slave. I have been bad and this is my punishment. I am willing to do this and do not object. Please do not untie me. You can do whatever you like to me. I have three holes and two hands for your pleasure. One is good, but five is better. Take as long as you like. All I ask is that when you come, you come on my back or my face so that my Master can see I have been used. If for any reason you are unsatisfied, write your room number down and it WILL be dealt with. Do not close the curtains. Have fun.

He then said to her "You want to leave me and be with strangers? You dare humiliate me? I am going to the bar. I will be back later. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. We have this room all week, and it is going to be a long one. Lesson two."

He turned the volume on the tv up so that neighbors and passerby's could hear the moaning. He left the curtain open and door just barely closed so that the lock wasn't completely secure, and vanished. 

It was barely a minute later that she heard the man whistling past her room, he was nearly drunk and almost walked by. He stopped, stared at her for a full minute before he noticed the door. He walked in, shocked and read the note on her back. A creepy smile came across his face as he slid a large, sweaty hand up her thigh. "You've been bad?" he asked....



Punishment



I look at the screen of the computer deeply sighing. As she told me what to do. With swift movements of my hands I type back to her. 'Yes Mistress.' Her orders were simple, write a story about an experience that before refused to do, but now I had to do. The reason for this, simple yet again to gain back her trust. The experience was to orgasm twice in a row, and on the second time eat my own cum. The jacking off wasn't the problem, it was the eating my cum.

I unbuttoned my pants pulling them down past my knees. My cock limp and a brownish tan as usual. My hand gently grabbed it, my cock responding almost instantly by growing fully erect. A wave of sudden pleasure washed over him, his body tingling slightly.  

I looked at the screen once more clicking on one of the tabs I had up. It was a porn site. Leaning my body forward slightly turning off the speakers on my computer I click on a video. Some kind of German threesome I guess. It instantly started off, by the girl on top of a guy being fucked both by anal and vaginal. Soon after it started I began to quickly stroke my cock. I never knew why but I always have the best reaction from quicker strokes than slower. 

Three minutes into the Video, I had an orgasm, cum spilling out of the head of my cock covering my cock. I take a towel that I had nearby and quickly clean myself up. A swift click of the mouse pausing the video while I became ready once more.

I take my cock in hand, my limp tool not being so responsive than the first time. So my moved my thumb pressing it against the head of my cock rubbing it in a circular motion. With this method it had a little better response. It started to harden into an erection. I played the video once more stroking my cock, still with it's half erection. The video continued, to the woman kneeling on the ground sucking both guys cocks. I just stared at the scene emotionless. Taking the mouse in my hand I skipped ahead in the video by a few minutes. After that skip it showed a guy sitting on a chair his cock fully erect, when I saw that image I stopped stroking my cock, and closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them again the woman was now on top of the man moving her hips herself, and the other man inserting his tool into her ass. As both men began to thrust their hard cocks into her, she started screaming from pleasure.

I started to quickly stroke my cock once more, applying plenty of pressure but not enough for it to hurt. Three more minutes passed, he could feel his orgasm rising, but not the the surface yet. The woman was now sucking the guy's dick that was fucking her in the ass, that other guy still fucking her in the pussy.

My entire body started to grow hot, as waves of pleasure started washing over me. My dick twitched slightly as my orgasm rose to the surface. eight minutes into the video I came again, not as much cum flowing out of the head of my dick but still covering the head. 

I moved my hand skimming over my dick picking up the cum that came out. I stared at it for a few seconds thinking to myself 'What the hell am I doing?'I brought it closer to my mouth, sniffing it a few times, it having No odor. He took a deep sigh still reluctant to eat it.

I took a deep breath closing his eyes, pushing the cum covered area into his mouth sucking it off. The salty flavor suddenly filled my mouth ans I swallowed the white liquid. He let the breath out letting my tongue hang out of my mouth. 'Wow that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But at least it's only MY cum and not anybody else's.'

Epilogue:

This fight happened over a chat site that I take to my Mistress. I was talking to her when suddenly I walked away and logged off. Two minutes later I logged back on. She started yelling at me saying that she had problems with people leaving her; and my leaving made her extremely angry. I tried to apologize but it didn't work. So for punishment the next day she told me to write this.

Now Mistress I am EXTREMELY sorry. I didn't know that my leaving would make you so angry. I'll NEVA do it again. I couldn't possibly put you through that anger again. Not even mentioning that I lost every bit of trust that you had invested in me. But if you trust me again I will not lose your trust again. Your trust is invaluable to me. And I do not want to lose it ever again.



Punishment



As soon as i came into the house, Master grabbed me by the hair and took me to the basement, to the dungeon. He had the maid, Maria, who is a hot little Brazilian piece of ass herself, follow us. Once in the dungeon, he had Maria strip me naked, and the suit and camisole that i was wearing was thrown away, which really pissed me off. The fact that i had lost my panties infuriated Master. He demanded a full accounting of the affair, which i provided in summary. Didn't go into the detail that i did on line.

Master tied me to the St. Andrew's Cross and put a ball gag in my mouth. Then he grabbed the hose hanging on the wall and "cleaned out his dirty little cum bucket." The hose, by the way, is a garden hose. He had Maria shove the hose up my pussy until it hit bottom. i do not know how much hose was in there, because i was facing the cross. Then he slowly turned the water on until it was gushing from me. Could have been worse. Had he turned it on full blast right away, it might have ruptured me and killed me. 

When he was satisfied that my pussy was clean, he turned to my ass, even though i had not been touched there. The hose did not have a nozzle, just the threaded end, and although i tried to relax to let it in, it hurt very badly. He did the same thing with my ass, essentially giving me a cold water enema. If you have never had an enema with cold water, i do not recommend the experience. i was instantly chilled to the bone. It was extremely uncomfortable. He did not let the water run a long time, just enough to humiliate me. After he took the hose out, he put a nozzle on it and sprayed down the whole area, letting the water run down the floor drain. Then he sprayed me down, making me all the more uncomfortable. i am sure that by now, he had a raging hard on.

Maria, of course, enjoyed the entire spectacle, i can just imagine the smirk on her cute little brown face. The cunt!! Doubly humiliating to be punished in front of the hired help.

Master was not finished with me yet, though. He took his favorite quirt from the wall and approached me. Before he started i heard the distinct sound of sucking, and although i was too smart to turn and look, i am quite certain that Maria spent most of the next hour on her knees sucking my beloved Master. The shame of it! Here i am tied to the cross, being punished, while the household help services MY Master and husband. 

Master then went to work with the quirt. i think that the entire whipping lasted an hour. i'm not sure. He started at my knees and worked his way up, laying on the whip again and again. It was not a fast whipping, it was very slow. He paused after each stroke to let the pain set in. Then he would apply the next one. By the time he finished, my back was laced with weals, welts and tiny cuts from the backs of my knees to my shoulders. Of course, he spared the areas over my kidneys to be sure he didn't seriously hurt me internally. He especially concentrated on my lower buttocks and upper thighs, the places that i would sit on, so that for the week after that, i was reminded every time i sat what my lust for getting fucked had cost me. 

Several times i heard him mumble "stop" apparently telling Maria to stop sucking him, so that he wouldn't cum. 

Now, i enjoy a nice flogging or spanking as much as the next girl, but i do not particularly enjoy a whipping with a single tail. But today, i was far into sub-space and sort of floating, and i could feel the last of the cold water running down my legs, mixed with my own juices. Yes, i was turned on. 

But then something else horrible happened. He had Maria fetch something from the bench in the dungeon. i felt her rubbing something on my back, and i thought it would be salve, that he had taken pity on me. Unfortunately, i was wrong. The little Brazilian cunt was rubbing my back with lemon halves! The pain was excruciating! i screamed through the ball gag. She did not stop, using lemon after lemon to torture me, until she had applied lemon juice to every inch of the wound that Master had created. 

When i had asked Master's permission to fuck Bryan, he warned me that if i gave into my lust, that he would whip me unmercifully. He had fulfilled his promise to me in spades. 

He then released me from the cross, and removed the ball gag. i fell to the damp floor writhing in anguish, sobbing and begging his forgiveness. 

At that point, he pointed to several white globs on the cement floor. Apparently, at some point in the torture, he had cum on the floor and he wanted me to lick it up. i crawled over and did as told. And while i was licking his wonderful gift to me from the floor, i felt something warm on my shredded back. Master was pissing on me. My torment and humiliation was complete. 

He finally instructed Maria to take me up to the Master suite and clean me up and salve my wounds. For the next week, i was reminded on a daily basis of the price of giving in to my lust for Bryan. Every time i sat or moved, my clothes would rub against the tender skin and remind me.

The next day, Master went to the Country Club without me. i was still very sore, and was in no condition to go. Master did his best to avoid me for the following week. But i thought of him every time i sat or moved during that week, each time the fabric of my clothes rubbing on my tender skin. It particularly hurt to sit, because Master had taken his time shredding the skin on my upper thighs and lower buttocks, the areas that i actually sit on. 

The following Saturday, Master announced that he planned to go to the Country Club that evening. i begged him to take me, and he finally relented and agreed that i could go. 

So at precisely nine o'clock that evening, i knelt outside his bedroom door entirely naked. i had laid my leather collar and leash on the floor in front of me, and assumed the Kneeling Slave position as i have been taught. If you are listed as a Flickr Friend, you can see the position in one of the sets marked "Submissive Position for Friends" or something like that. Master emerged a few minutes after nine. He hooked my leather collar around my neck, and attached the leash. Then he led me by my leash down the great front staircase and to the front door. He moved slowly, so that i could crawl. He wanted me to know my place, my position, as his slave, his owned property. It is very difficult to crawl down a flight of stairs, but i managed to do it.

The limousine was waiting in the front drive, and i climbed into the back seat. Sometimes it is humiliating for me to be seen naked by the staff, but in this case, it was only Thomas, the chauffeur, and he has not only seen me naked, but he has used my body, as a bonus for a job well done, from time to time. i knelt on the floor at Master's feet. Sometimes, Master has me suck his wonderful cock on the way to the country club, but he did not allow it this time. 

When we arrived at the country club, Thomas opened the door to allow Master to exit. my heart sank as he did not take my leash and lead me out of the car and into the special entrance for the elite members. Instead, he turned to Thomas.

"Take her with you to the waiting lounge. Do with her as you please. Make sure that anyone who uses her wears a condom. We don't want her passing any diseases to any members or staff."

"Yes, Sir!"

Thomas closed the door and drove the short distance to the parking area for the limos. There were several parked there. He let me out and picked up my leash. Since Thomas is not my Master, i was not obligated to crawl. i walked behind him as he led me into the Staff entrance, and down a short hallway. A door on one side led to the Waiting Lounge. 

The Waiting Lounge is basically just that. It is a large recreation room where the Chauffeurs bide their time waiting for their employers to finish whatever they are doing at the Country Club. There is a large TV, numerous easy chairs, recliners, sofas, three poker tables, and a pool table. At one end there are three doors that lead to little rooms, each with a twin bed, where the drivers can nap while waiting for their employers. All in all it is a very comfortable feel to it, more like someone's family room than a room in a Club. It is decorated in very masculine style, with lots of leather (be still my heart!) and woods, and earth tones. 

i half expected Thomas to take me to one of the roomettes and use me sexually, as he has always expressed deep satisfaction to fucking me, or having me suck his cock. But instead, he took me to a corner, and had me kneel facing the corner, like a naughty child in grade school. i only lacked the dunce cap "Stay!" he said to me, much the way that you would talk to a dog. And right about then, i was feeling about like a dog. Not even the hired help had any desire to touch me. My face burned with shame.  

There were about ten or fifteen other drivers in the lounge. Many of them had watched Thomas lead me into the room and to the corner. Thomas joined several of them, playing poker at one of the tables. i was left to kneel in place for what seemed like hours on end, with nothing to do but contemplate why i was there instead of serving and bringing honor to my Master. Several times, Thomas granted my request to use the toilet. i would linger as long as possible each time, just to get away from kneeling in the corner. 

From the conversation, i could tell that Thomas was losing heavily at the cards. Eventually, the inevitable happened, and Thomas was out of money. And he did the predictable. Since Master had told him that he could do with me what he pleased, Thomas bet a blow job from me on one hand, which he promptly lost. 

The winner came over and took a seat in an easy chair nearby. Thomas handed me a condom and told me to put it on the man before sucking him. The man unleashed his very ordinary cock, which was already hard. i opened the condom package, and my stomach churned. It was a lubricated condom. Had i been given a choice, the condom would not have been lubed. But it wasn't my choice, so i applied the rubber and started to work sucking the man off. i knew him, he was Master Jeffery's chauffeur, but he had never used my mouth before. i worked his condom-clad cock in and out of my mouth. It tasted so nasty, it was all i could do to keep from gagging. i paused to tell him how wonderful it felt to suck him. He thrust into my mouth, using my face like a cunt. Finally, he tensed, thrust up and spewed into the rubber. If you have never experienced this, it is a very weird sensation. The rubber filling with hot cum, but you can't taste it or swallow it. It is like a little rubber ball forming in your mouth. 

i finished and withdrew, but before i could move away, Thomas spoke:

"Wait a minute, you're not finished. Did your Master teach you to spit out cum?"

"No, Sir, he taught me to swallow cum if someone shoots in my mouth." 

"Then why didn't you finish him? Get back over there and eat his cum!"

It dawned on me with some horror what Thomas was telling me to do. I moved back to the man, and carefully slid the condom off his shrinking cock. Then while all the card players watched, i tilted my head back and held the rubber over my open mouth, allowing the load of cum to drip in. God, it was nasty, the mix of cum and lubricant. Again, i fought to maintain control and not gag. 

"Gimme that!" Thomas growled, grabbing the condom away from me. Then he held it over my mouth and squeezed it from the tip to the opening, emptying the contents into my mouth, the way you squeeze the last few dollops of toothpaste from a mostly empty tube. 

The card players laughed at my predicament and jeered at me, as i slinked back to the corner. 

Thomas bet me several more times, but luckily he won those hands, i was not required to suck anyone else's cock. Thomas had a turn of luck, and started winning, so i was left to kneel in the corner and contemplate.

The evening wore on and the crowd of drivers started to thin out. i do not know how long i knelt in the corner, time passes slowly when all you can do is meditate, but it seemed like many hours. Thomas continued to play poker, and thankfully he was winning. i did not relish him betting me again.

Then things got worse. 

i heard the clip clop of high heels approaching down the hallway. And then victoria made her usual grand entrance into the waiting lounge. she is very haughty for a slave and never fails to draw attention to herself. And some of the attention that she draws is from my Master. i know that he finds her voluptuous body alluring. Of course, anyone that draws Master's attention from me is target of my ire. Master knows this. 

"Thomas," victoria asked, "where is that little sleazy dirtball?"

"She over in da corner," was all he said "kristen! Crawl over here." 

i did as told. 

As soon as i turned i could see victoria, and i knew that Master sent her to torment me. She is the exact opposite of me and perhaps that is why Master is drawn to her. Where i am petite, she is tall and voluptuous. Where i am demure, she is brassy. Where i am blond, she is brunette. In fact her hair is a disgusting shade of drab brown. she was dressed in the usual attire used by slaves between sessions in an orgy, a teal colored silk robe that comes to mid-thigh. Usually nothing is worn underneath, and i had no reason to believe that victoria had not followed the custom. Her shoes were beautiful patent leather high heels with fairly pointed toes and definitely ankle straps. Master LOVES shoes with ankle straps. 

When i had reached Thomas' chair, i knelt beside him. Every eye in the room was turned to victoria, anxious to see the scene play out. she untied the sash of the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground behind her and exposing her ample charms to everyone in the room. As i said, she is voluptuous, with huge breasts (i am sure that they are fake) and wide hips. 

"Guess what i've been doing?" She paused, waiting for the answer that never came. "Well, you dirty little cunt, since you are soiled and unfit to take care of your Master tonight, i've been taking care of him for you. In fact just a short time ago, his beautiful cock was spewing the contents of his balls up my ass. See?" 

With that, she turned around and bent at the waist and spread her ass cheeks wide. Clearly there was a large load of semen leaking there. 

"Perhaps you doubt it is your Master's cum? Here let me check." With that, she reached behind herself and used a finger to scoop a dollop of cum from her ass. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked off the cum. "Oh, yes... that IS your Master, cunt. i'd know the sweet taste of his cum anywhere!!!" 

my face burned with a combination of shame and hatred. 

"Perhaps you should check and see if you agree. Come on over and have a lick, kristen. See if you agree that it is your Master's cum." 

i hesitated. By rights, she had no authority to order me. But Thomas did.

"Well, kristen, get over there and lick her asshole." 

i crawled over to where victoria stood, her back to me, and slightly bent at the waist. Her fingers still held her ass cheeks apart. i moved my face close to her ass, and stuck out my tongue, ready to lick her slimy, puckered hole. At that point she let loose a terrific fart, right in my face and open mouth. Cum sprayed out of her ass like an aerosol can, all over my face. Of course this cum had been up her ass, so it was pretty rank. The lounge erupted in laughter. They were laughing at me. 

i was disgusted and totally humiliated. At Thomas' instruction, i proceeded to lick her asshole and suck out any remaining cum. i also licked her ass cheeks, cleaning up the rank cum that had splattered there from her rectum. my stomach churned at the horrid mixture. i gagged several times, but for a slave to vomit would be an unbearable embarrassment. 

victoria spoke quietly with Thomas, who then announced that anyone who wanted to use my dirty slut mouth was welcome. He held out condoms and four of the remaining chauffeurs took advantage. Each in turn donned a rubber, lubricated of course, and proceeded to fuck my mouth. Most used it like a cunt and even called me "cunt mouth." A couple held my head and rammed their cocks in and out. Each in turn grunted, stiffened, and shot the rubber full of cum, while their cocks throbbed and jerked in my mouth or throat. Each in turn removed the rubber and squeezed the contents into my waiting mouth, for me to gag on and swallow. we already discussed how nasty lube and cum mixed is. Then each in turn made a huge show of running to the restroom to wash their hands, and another show of using disinfectant gel on their hands when they returned.

i was totally humiliated. 

Later, when Master called for Thomas, he led me to the car, and i climbed into the passenger compartment with Master. i tried to lay my head in his lap, and to touch his manhood... but he rebuffed my advances. It was a very sad night for me, and i rued that i had begged him to bring me. As much as i would have hated being home while he was at the Country Club fucking the beautiful courtesans, this was worse. 

But here's an update. i got good news this week. i had blood tests and smears and i am clean and disease free. Tonight, Master will be taking me to the Country Club, and i am fit to partake of the activities. And i am horny as hell, so hopefully, Master will have me fucked many many times. Of course, i might still be relegated to lesser duties, like fluff and buff or toilet duty, but hopefully, i will be free to see to the well being and pleasure of the man i love so completely!



Punishment



In my last story I told you how my fellow drama student, Alycia, had taken control of my life and my finances. She has a key to my flat and the only underwear she allows me to wear are plain vests and gym pants which make me feel much younger than the 19 which I really am especially when she makes me put my hair in a pony tail. There is no possibility of me buying myself any grown up undies as Alycia gives me a small amount of pocket money and I have to account to her for how every penny is spent. 

Well last Friday evening Alycia told me to be ready for her to collect me from my flat the following morning. I was to be in my full school uniform. As she led me from the flat to her small car I was hoping that any of my neighbours who saw me would not recognise me as when I am in this mode my adolescent hairstyle does make me look quite different from my usual self. During the drive Alycia of course, did not tell me what she had in mind and I knew better than to ask any questions as this is never allowed and unwelcome questions always lead to a humiliating penalty.

We drove to a very rich part of the city where there were trees along the sides of the road and all the houses had very high walls and metal gates. Alycia parked outside of one mansion and handed me a sealed white envelope which she had taken from the glove box of the car.

"You are going to go into that house. You will have to use the entryphone on the gate and you will tell them your name and say you have come for your punishment. You must obey everyone you meet as if they were me and if you are disobedient I will know and I will be very cross with you. Do you understand pet?"

The thought in my mind was "Punishment? What am I being punished for?" but all I actually said was "Yes Aunt Alycia." I walked to the gate while Aycia sat in the parked car watching me; I guess to anyone looking on I must have looked like a girl arriving for a piano lesson or something of that sort. I pressed the button on the black box attached to the gatepost and waited for what seemed like a long time. My call was answered just as I was thinking of pressing the button again. It was a very sharp female voice which just said "Yes."

The voice was so curt that I almost forgot what I was supposed to say and then I stammered over it.

"I'm Julie. I've ah I've come for my punishment."

The gate silently swung open and I went into the gravel courtyard which had shrubs around the outside. There was one stone step up to the imposing polished front door which opened as I approached to reveal a middle aged lady with short cropped grey hair. She wore a plain black dress with a narrow black belt and her legs were in black tights. The lady stood aside so that I could enter whereupon I stood in a hallway with a large chandelier overhead.

"Come with me."

She led me into a very pleasant sitting room and told me to close the door behind me which I did feeling quite intimidated by her presence. The woman held out her hand and I remembered the white envelope which I was clasping in my hand. I gave her the envelope and she put it into the pocket of her dress.

"He's very busy. You'd better start undressing out here to save some time."

I stood facing her for a moment but her meaning was quite clear so it would have sounded foolish to ask her what she meant. I dragged my school jumper over my head and she indicated with a hand that I should place it on a chair which I did. She was studying me with a distinct air of disgust as I took off my grammar school tie and began to unbutton the crisp white blouse. When tie and blouse were on the chair I was just in my tight white vest which was keeping my breasts constrained to just a slight bulge.

"Keep the vest on for now. Take off your shoes socks and skirt."

I hated unzipping my grey skirt and letting her see me in my horrible bottle green gym pants as the skirt fell and I stepped out of it. Next came my black shoes and my white ankle socks so I was standing barefoot on the maroon patterned carpet with my hands folded awkwardly in front of my knickers covered pussy.

She brusquely ordered me to face the wall and put my hands on my head and when I had obeyed I heard her leave by a door which presumably connected to the next door room. So I just stood there wondering how long she would leave me and what fate awaited me. 

Suddenly she was back, standing in the open doorway and issuing another command.

"In here. Keep your hands where they are."

I hurried into the next room feeling very stupid and humiliated and I beheld a man seated behind a large desk. My mind almost shut down as I realised that it was Ray Doyle. He is a tutor at college and is known to all girl students as a letch. He is one of those men who will "accidentally" let his hand touch your shoulder as you pass him and he gives out embarrassing little compliments like "You are looking lovely today my dear". He probably thinks he sounds charming but actually he is just oily and no girl likes to be alone with him although it is rumoured that he is sleeping with one or two of his students.

My thoughts were in a whirl. Alycia had brought me here so she had to be in league with him; was she one of "Ray's girls"?

The letch was moving towards me and he was speaking to me. I noticed that he was holding a piece of paper and I guessed that it was probably the letter which his ladyfriend had delivered to him while I had been facing the wall next door.

"Your Aunt says that you charge the boys five pounds to touch you between your legs. Is that true Julie?"

What was I supposed to say? I had not been given a script so I just had to make it up as I went along. I denied the charge.

"She says that you are often caught playing with yourself and that you sit in an unladylike way with your knickers on display."

I mumbled a reply.

"Well perhaps sometimes Sir."

He was walking around me inspecting me.

"You will soon need a bra Julie."

"My Aunt won't let me. She says it would make boys look at me."

He was directly in front of me now.

"Well we'd better take a look hadn't we?"

He gripped the bottom of my vest and pulled it up over my head. I moved my hands to allow him to pull it off and he was staring at my bare breasts. I felt his eyes boring into me as I stood with my hands now back on my head. He spoke to the woman in quite a friendly manner.

"Let's have her pants down please."

The woman went behind me and I felt her grip the sides of my knickers then she pulled them down to my ankles while Doyle stood enjoying the view. His hand reached out and felt my smooth pubic area and then cupped beneath my pussylips and applied a steadily increasing pressure. I wished I could take my knickers off completely as I felt ridiculous just standing there with my hands on my head and my ankles hobbled by my underwear. His hand moved up and had a good feel of my boobs taking each in its turn while the other hand still held the letter. Then he moved back behind his desk, placed the letter on the blotter and picked up a fearsome implement from where it must have been resting against the back of the desk. 

It was the cane which Alycia had recently taken me to buy. She had given me a few stingers on my hands and a few strokes on my bare bum but nothing too painful. Now Doyle was gripping the weapon very tightly in a manner that indicated that he could do real damage to me.

"Over here girl."

Miserably and fearfully I shuffled towards the desk with my knickers still around my ankles and he directed me to place my belly on top of the desk. He gave a sign to the woman and she stood on the opposite side of the desk and took a very firm grip on my wrists pulling me forward so that my feet came off the floor. Doyle was behind me now and he pulled my pants off. I knew that he had a clear view of all that sensitive, private flesh between my thighs. For an extended second there was silence and the atmosphere was electric as we all waited for what we knew was going to happen. All I could see was the red carpet under the desk then I heard the horrible whooshing sound as the cane swept through the air.

Now you might have seen accounts of canings where the intensity gradually builds and the unfortunate victim bites her lip and refrains from screaming until about the fourth stroke but I can tell you that all that is nonsense.

When the cane struck my whole world was filled with agony. I tried to drag my wrists free from the vice like grip of the woman and my legs bucked up into the air and flailed in all directions. The room was full of my scream.

I was just gulping in some air after my yell when the cane struck again on the other buttock. This time my scream was much deeper and I felt a rasping in my throat. My cheeks were soaking with my tears and my nose was running onto the carpet.

The cane struck again and again and I had soon lost count of the strokes. It was just a continuous stream of pain. My heart was pumping and I was hot and covered in a film of perspiration. I was trying to scream for him to stop but I think it came out as just a yell rather than anything intelligible. The torture went on and on and then suddenly I became aware that I was no longer being struck; I lay on my belly sobbing and sucking in precious oxygen and the woman, who had now moved behind me, began to help me off the desk. Doyle had gone. My legs felt wobbly and I leaned into the woman as she steered me to a sofa. I saw my knickers on the floor where Doyle had thrown them. Some of the cane strokes had gone into that very tender crease where the buttocks meet the top of the legs and walking was painful. I lay on my belly on the sofa and hugged a large green cushion. My wrists had the marks where the woman had dug in her strong fingers to keep me over the desk for my thrashing. Now she was making soothing sounds and gently applying cold cream to my bottom. She had given me a large handkerchief to blow my nose.

Of course it would be a very long time before I stopped hurting but the cream did help and then the woman told me that I had to go upstairs. As she helped me to my feet and supported my arm I was confused. Was I being taken to a bedroom to lie down or did some further horror await me?

She took me into a bedroom which had the door ajar and there was Doyle lying on a bed wearing a dark blue dressing gown. He smiled at me and the woman gently prodded me in the back. Stupidly I walked towards him and he told me to sit on the bed. The curtains were open but there were nets on the windows. I winced as my damaged buttocks connected with the mattress.

Doyle made similar "There There" noises as the woman had made and his arm very gently went around my shoulders pulling me towards him. His dressing gown gapped open and I saw his erect penis. I thought back to that first weekend when Alycia had made me her captive. I had been blindfolded and taken in a van to a house where I had walked from the van to the front door on gravel. I had then been taken upstairs where a man, hidden from sight by my blindfold, had used me for his pleasure; that man had to have been Doyle.

We were lying side by side now and he had shed his dressing gown and was stroking my body and kissing my face, neck and my small breasts. His hand moved to between my legs and he rolled on top of me so that my tender buttocks were now forced down more firmly into the mattress making me whine slightly. He eased his member into place at my opening and began to press into me. Doyle was a skilful and probably very experienced lover; he had me for a very long time and I could not help responding. Again and again my legs came up and folded around his back pulling him even harder into me and I was moaning and crying out as I orgasmed repeatedly. 

Of course it ended by our drifting into sleep. When I awoke it was still daylight and he was already awake beside me. He kissed me lightly and whispered a few meaningless endearments then he said that my aunt would soon want me back. (Oh so we were still playing that game.) We left the bed naked and walked along the passage to the next door bedroom where the woman had left my clothes neatly folded on the bed. Doyle sat down in a chair and I had to dress as he watched me. While I dressed I heard a car and saw out of the window Alycia's car drawing into the drive.

So that was it really. Doyle took me downstairs, kissed me and opened the front door so that I could go out to the car. After that I became Ray Doyle's plaything. He would tell me to be an hour early for his tutorials and he would have me up against the wall of his office or on the sofa. Usually on these occasions he would keep my knickers afterwards so I would have to spend the rest of the day without them. I would be flustered when people arrived for the tutorial and hoping that I had put my hair back tidily enough so they would not guess what I had been doing just ten minutes before they arrived. Often he would tell me to meet him at a hotel where he had taken a room for the night. He would buy me a stupendous dinner and then we would go to his room and I would have to make sure that he was well rewarded for the money he had spent on me. My college grades were consistently high and I was given the very clear message that I was whoring my way through college. The wide range of techniques and skills which Doyle made me practice with him would have meant that I could have been very successful as a call girl.



Punishment



It is always something novel, I'll give him that much. It's never the expected, and very rarely does he use what would be termed the common forms to punish me. He always thinks of something, the best word I think is creative, he comes up with some very interesting things but as I have said it must be conceded that they are very creative.

Before I get too far in I should probably clarify, I am a 19 year old submissive. I'm only 5' 3" tall, with a shapely (not fat and not skinny neither) body. I would say that my dirty blond hair and eyes that change colour are my most interesting features; Master may disagree. 

Master on the other hand is taller than I am; about 5' 8" with a very dominant personality, with loads of care and understanding, as a good Dom should. I find him attractive, though like anything else I suppose it is subjective and many may disagree. He has very short black hair and brown eyes. 

Anyway getting back to the story. I was to be punished, and I wondered very much what it would be. He never gives any indication of what it may be until he is ready. He leaves me hanging the guilt of what I have done and the waiting to find out my fate being the worst parts of anything he could possibly decide on; and him knowing it means he uses is to his advantage of course.

This time wasn't as bad as some of the things though I know I shouldn't think of it like that, I should think of it as a bad act and that I should strive to do better. On a ranked scale of behaviour, with 1 being the least and 10 the most, this one sits at about 4. All I wanted was to play, he knows he makes me horny and he deliberately wound me up, so I asked, and when he said no, I asked again ... big mistake. 

So I was left, naked and knelt in the corner, my nose pressed against the wall, the anticipation mixed with my horniness did nothing to dry up my already moist pussy, and in fact it was making it far worse. I knew that if things kept on down the road they were on my thighs would soon be glistening with the product of my arousal.

I gently rubbed my thighs together trying to increase the stimulation on my aching pussy but it wasn't working, my clit throbbed almost like it was begging for attention. My nipples were so hard they too joined in the ache. My hands were clasped behind my head but it took every inch of my self control not to move them to ease the ache in my chest, even if not in my poor soaking wet pussy.

He was behind me; I knew he was I could feel his eyes on my back, almost appraising me. My cheeks coloured at the thought that he could see my arousal, and if not now I knew it soon would be. I kept as still as I could, I swear I did but after a bit of time, (I couldn't see the clock, so at a guess 15 minutes) my legs started to ache.

He spoke then; it was almost uncanny like he knew what was going round in my brain, there was no way to tell I hadn't moved a muscle. "Now little-one, you are a brat sometimes you know that?"

I didn't know how to respond so I stayed silent. I hoped against hope that this would not lead to more trouble but in my heart of hearts I knew it was a really bad idea. "I'm speaking to you little-one, what does rule number 4 say?"

I racked my brains, rule number 4, and then it floated into my head, "Rule 4: Speak when you are spoken to, Sir."

"Well? I asked a question and when someone asks you a question generally they expect an answer do they not little-one?"

I bit my lip, I could reply with my usual sarcasm but somehow I knew that that would just add another nail to my coffin and even though it seemed I was feeling masochistic that would just take the biscuit. "Yes they do Sir."

"So are you going to answer my question little-one?" his voice was level but there was just the smallest hint of menace there, warning against further flipentness.

"Yes Sir," my voice wobbled a little, giving just a small hint to how much the whole situation was turning me on. "I know I can be a brat sometimes Sir and I'm sorry." "You may be sorry, mostly because you got caught out and will be punished, but you will have to show me by future conduct that you really did learn your lesson because I'm sorry will not wash." His tone was sharp, "I'm sorry falls too easily off your lips these days, as if it's the magic word that will get you out of trouble and make everything better but it won't."

"Yes Sir," I took deep breaths trying to calm the heat rising throughout my skin and the throbbing insistence of my clit, it almost made me tremble.

"Come here little-one, and I will explain your punishment." I could almost here the smile and coy look on his face, as I slowly stood up feeling the blood rush into my legs. I kept my arms locked behind my head and my eyes focused on the floor. I knew where he was, sitting in his chair like I knew he would.

I sunk to my knees in front of him, staring at his feet my lip trembling almost as much as my legs. "Little-one," he soothed, his voice relaxing me, still trying to breathe deeply, the heat still rising, the area between my legs feeling on fire. "You wanted to play didn't you," I nodded and whispered yes Sir at a hardly audible level. "Well little-one you won't be playing but something will give you some stimulation."

My eyes were wide, I couldn't work out what he meant but I was sure that it would all become abundantly clear in the near future. He reached down beside his chair and produced some rope and my cuffs, which only served to deepen my confusion. "Rise and stand in front of me baby, with your legs slightly apart." His voice was strict but also soothing like honey. 

I had to comply and so I stood in front of him and now I knew he couldn't miss my arousal, the smell itself wafting freely and my thighs coated on my own juices. My face reached an even deeper shade of red that he could know.

He reached forward and slid a finger in bringing it to his lips, "Mmmmmmm, you taste fantastic my baby, and I'm the only person who gets to taste as its mine isn't it?"

"Yes Sir," I could hardly speak my legs shaking so hard my whole body alive at his touch.

"Now," he smiled, speaking as much to himself as to me. He took the rope and thread it between my legs. As he did it the realisation of what he would do dawned on me. He knotted the rope and sat it snugly over my throbbing clit, and I gasped at the sudden contact, it brought me infinitely closer to the edge. "Not yet, my pet, not until I say otherwise." I nodded numbly knowing it would have to be so if I didn't want to make it worse.

He quickly finished tying on my rope thong, which spread my lips and teased my clit all in one garment, if you could call it a garment. He then affixed my cuffs to my wrists and pulled them down from behind my neck and affixed them behind my back before using another bit of rope I had not noticed to lash my elbows together which meant I could hardly move my arms at all.

He gently patted my ass and pulled on the rope between my legs making my legs shake and a moan escape my lips as it rubbed against my already very engorged clit. "Now my pet go and sit on the bed and get comfortable because you have a long wait ahead if you."

I headed into the bedroom and arranged myself on the bed as best as I could. I found that any movement rubbed my clit and made me moan I could not escape the feelings unless I remained still from the waist down. He came into the room and pulled a third rope from behind the headboard and attached my hands to the headboard on a length of about half a metre, I really wasn't going anywhere.

He put on a movie on and left me alone to watch, as he reached the door, "Be a good girl and don't cum because you will regret it."

I sat on the bed watching the movie and looking around the room, and started off being ridged and promising myself that I would not move an inch because it would not help me what so ever. I managed to stay still for about 10 minutes before the burning fire in my hips and clit drove me to move. I started to gently move my thighs up and down, in opposition to one another, while they were closed which send feelings shooting to my pussy. This made me even more wet and brought me closer to the edge but I knew I could not go over, I must not go over no matter how attractive it might seem. 

After about an hour I settled down and drifted off to sleep, and moaning deeply in my sleep when I happened to move around my pussy soaking the rope from its light purple colour to almost a dark royal purple colour, but there was nothing I could do about it.

~

I awoke and tried to sit up but found that I couldn't, I couldn't see either, it was just black. In the first seconds I panicked thinking I was blind, but of course I wasn't, there was a blindfold over my eyes. I tried to move my arms but they were tied securely to the bedposts. After a few moments I realised that my legs were also spread and the air was at my clit but I knew that the rope was gone. Part of me wondering when he had come in and changed me round and also why I hadn't woken up when he did.

I started to shift around trying the bonds to see how much freedom I had which wasn't much when I felt a hand, which I assumed to be his, on my stomach. I calmed immediately remaining still, waiting to see what happened next. I could feel the fluids starting to run out of my wanton pussy, which was so desperately wanting to be fucked, but it would only happen on his terms, and I knew it.

I dared not speak but remained stock-still as the hand roamed over my entire length touching every inch of me with an almost indefinable touch. His fingers barely touched me at all, only enough to remind me he was there. It made my pussy ache when he brushed close to it without actually touching it. I wanted to scream to beg to do anything but I knew it would be pointless in the long run.

"You are learning my sweet one, you know what is good for you and are not as silly as you act." His smile was evident in his voice, and I could just imagine how his eyes were shining now he knew I knew the lesson I had to learn. I knew it wasn't going to make the whole lot of difference other than making Master happy but then that was a gift in and of itself.

"Now baby girl, someone is very wet. I wonder why that might be ... do you know princess?" His voice was almost sickly sweet with the sarcasm which was barely hidden underneath his level tone.

"It is because I am a wanton slut Sir and I cannot control myself Sir." I tried to keep my voice even but that was difficult, I was so horny and desperate for release. I could almost hear the quiver in my voice yet I knew it only pleased him all the more to know he had me like that.

"Well done princess," his voice kindly and proud all at once. "Now do you want to make that feeling building in your belly go away princess?"

I thought only for a moment before answering with all the integrity and honest I could muster, "Yes Master more than anything Master, I ache for release but if it is your will I will suffer that ache."

He removed the blindfold from my eyes and I saw that he was indeed smiling and the smile was not just on his face but in his whole body and eyes. My heart just about leap from my chest with the joy of how proud and happy I had made him, that alone made my endurance worth while.

"You can have release my pet but on one condition ..." I held my breath at this and waited to find out what the catch was to this wonderful sounding plan. "The catch is ...," he really was going to draw this out ... it was worse than having teeth pulled. He just waited watching me, my eyes were wide with expectation ... hoping it wouldn't be too bad. He sat on the edge of the bed smiling at me not even bothering to pretend to finish the sentence.

Weakly I found my voice, "What is the condition Sir?"

"The condition is that you have to do it yourself, ... but under my instruction, and to obey without hesitation."

"Uh yes Sir,"

He leaned over and untied my wrists and laid down my two vibrators beside me, the big phallic one and my little clit one. My legs stayed tied apart and he took a chair and sat directly facing me, watching my exposed pussy. 

"Now kitten, I will give you a basic instruction, that I may or may not alter during the process, understand?"

"Yes Sir," I held my breath hoping against hope that this was real and about to happen and that I was not about to wake up from some sick dream, or that he was just teasing me. I was just so desperate and I thought that really I would deserve him to tie me back down but he hadn't and I hoped he wouldn't.

"Now baby-girl, I want you to take your little vibe and place it on your clit, and on full." I nodded my understanding of this. "I want you to hold it there until you are close, so close in fact you are almost beyond the point of no return," he waited holding a dramatic pause before he finished. "Then and only then do I want you to speak and tell me that this is so, but at the same time I want you to ram that big toy into your pussy and pump it until you cum." I nodded wide eyes but he drew breath once more and I knew he hadn't finished. "Then, and only once your orgasm has finished, I want you to repeat the process, until I tell you otherwise, understand?"

I nodded numbly as the full understanding of what he was going to do to me sunk in. I knew one thing for certain, I wouldn't be asking to play again in the near future. The other thought that occurred to me is that this could be one very long night.



Punishment?



Simon and I had been together for a couple of months now, and, though I knew we weren't a match made in heaven, the sexual chemistry between us was amazing. He and I were constantly trying new things together and both of us had a hard time keeping our hands off each other. During this evening's trip to the bar (that had ended up getting us kicked out), we had worked ourselves up into so much of a frenzy that we probably would have ended up fucking right there in the bar had we not been asked to leave.


We stumbled through the door and straight into the bedroom, stripping each other down on the way until we collapsed naked on the bed. Our lips were locked onto each other as our bodies started moving together. I pulled him down towards me, my hands gripping his ass and raising my hips to meet his. He ground against me, (but made sure not to enter me) as he reached up, gently caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples - something that he knew would get an excited response from me. Slowly, he began working his way down my neck until he was nibbling and sucking on my tits.

I wasn't sure how much more of that I could take. Since the bar, I was already extremely wet and needing to feel him inside me. His tongue and teeth on my nipples were just making me need him even more. As he used his mouth on me his other hand reached up and caressed my other breast, softly at first and then harder in response to my moans. His lips left a wet trail between my breasts as he moved first from one to the other, and slowly kissed his way down my stomach and sides.

He worked lower his mouth brushing over my stomach as I raised my hips from the bed to meet his tongue, but he dodged me and instead brushed his lips along my inner thighs. I looked down the length of my body to see him on his stomach between my legs and he looked up at me, meeting my gaze with a sly grin on his face. I knew what that meant – he wanted me to beg… but he also wanted me to resist begging.

"Simon, stop being such a fucking tease and get that tongue working already," I said, playing up my annoyance.

He just grinned. "You know what I want to hear."

"Ohhhhh… hell, no!" I said, getting into my role as the misbehaving submissive. "Get lickin, buster, or let me up and I'll take care of myself."

"I don't think you will," he said, almost chuckling as he very lightly ran his finger across my clit to remind me just how bad I wanted him. Despite wanting to show a poker face, I couldn't help but gasp and show him exactly how much I wanted him. "Tell me how bad you need this."

I just shook my head no at him. I knew if I opened my mouth to say anything, I'd be begging for him in two seconds flat. He ran his finger across my clit again, eliciting another gasp from me. "Tell me."

This time, I couldn't help myself – I couldn't resist even if I wanted to. "Oh, God, Simon, please lick my pussy! I need you so bad!"

A huge smile flashed across his face. "Beg me."

"Please, Simon! Please, please, please!" It was a lame attempt at begging, admittedly, but it was just about all I could manage to articulate. Luckily, Simon wasn't interested in eloquence.

After making me wait for what seemed like eternity, he finally gave in. The first touch of his tongue against my clit and I practically screamed. My fingers involuntarily started running through in his hair to encouraging him on. As his tongue worked on me his fingers found my entrance, feeling my wetness and obvious arousal. Simon slipped a finger inside me and continued to lick and suck my clit.

My back arched involuntarily as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. Seeing my response he inserted another finger and worked them deeper and harder into me, his tongue continuing its assault on my throbbing clit. In no time, my orgasm washed over me, as I bucked and thrashed beneath him.

Simon moved up my body as I started to catch my breath, and kissed me passionately. I could smell myself on him and taste myself on his tongue, and I responded with fervour previously unmatched. I shifted down the bed holding him in place, covering his stomach, thighs and legs in wet kisses. My hands traced lazy circles on his ass as my mouth moved closer to him, wanting to taste him and feel his hardness. My tongue flicked out and caught the head of his cock, tasting the bead of pre-cum gathered there. I continued to tease him with light flicking movements of my tongue and he moaned my name. 

I knew what he wanted and I gradually drew his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth, sucking hard and taking him deep into my throat and he gasped at the sensation. 

My hand reached up and gripped him around the base, moving along his shaft in time with the movements of my mouth, my other hand reached back and caressed his balls and I lightly tickled and teased them as I sucked him. Simon began to thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his gasps and moans increasing with every movement. He was close to orgasm now but wasn't ready to finish just yet, so he pulled back from me and leaned down to kiss me again, as he rolled me over on my stomach and moved behind me.


Without warning, he pushed himself deep and roughly into me – just how I like it. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me closer to him as he thrust into me. In no time flat, I was gasping underneath him, working my way toward another orgasm. That's when things took a turn I had never expected.

Simon grabbed my hair with one hand and wrapped his other hand around me, to pull me close to him so he could whisper in my ear. He'd done this before, always taking care not to hurt me too much, and it never stopped driving me wild. Most times, he would just tell me not to cum until he said so. This time, however, what he said sent a chill up and down my spine.

"You've been a naughty girl, sassing me like that earlier. I hope you're ready for your punishment."

With that he let go of my hair and ran his hand down to my clit. Some punishment, I thought to myself as his fingers pushed me even closer to cumming. I was panting raggedly and started moaning when he suddenly let go of me and pushed me down into the bed. I whimpered lightly, but he reminded me that this was punishment.

And that's exactly when I realized what he had in mind. Still thrusting his cock in and out of me, he slowly started working his now moistened finger into my ass. I had only done anything anal once before long ago, and it had hurt so much that I decided I didn't want to try it again. Needless to say, feeling Simon's intrusion, I tensed up. Immediately, I felt his large hand smack hard against my ass cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. "But if you tense up like that, there's nothing I can do that will stop it hurting. I highly suggest you relax." I guess he could sense what I was going to say next because before I could utter a word he said "This is going to happen no matter what. It's up to you if it hurts or not."

With that, I did my best to relax and focus on how great his cock felt inside me. After a few moments, I was relaxed and working my way towards another orgasm. Simon, again used my wetness to re-lube his fingers and then started working into my ass. This time I stayed relaxed and I felt no pain. The feel of his cock inside me and his finger penetrating my ass was actually starting to turn me on in a way that I never expected. We kept that up for a few minutes before he withdrew and shifted slightly so that his cock rested against my ass.

Slowly, gently he pushed upwards, his cock against my ass. I started tensing up again, but was straining to keep myself relaxed. "It might help if you finger yourself for this," he said, as he continued guiding his cock into me. I moved my fingers down to my clit and almost immediately my apprehension subsided. I leaned back into him, as he continued guiding himself into my ass. I felt stretched wide as we continued our snail pace. Now and then, he'd check to make sure that I was ok and that things were moist enough for me before he continued on. 

Slowly he pressed into me, deeper inside virgin territory, watching as his cock slid into my ass inch by slow inch. He withdrew slightly and then pressed back into me, allowing me to get used to the sensations before picking up the pace. Listening to his breathing and hearing his moans I knew it was taking all of his willpower to not thrust hard and deep into me. Finally, I felt his hips resting firmly against my ass and I knew he had finally sunk all the way in. He paused for a few moments to let me get used to him as he leaned down to my ear and whispered "I suggest you work them fingers into a frenzy because this is just the beginning."

He started out with short and shallow thrusts at first, and he checked to make sure a few times that I was ok. But, soon enough his strokes became longer, deeper strokes. The action of my fingers along with his thrusts was incredible – I was thoroughly surprised at how enjoyable having my ass fucked was. I started to meet his thrusts as he began fucking me harder and harder. 

Simon's moans increased and he penetrated me faster. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips roughly and impaled my body onto him. That was all it took and I was in the throes of one of the hardest orgasms I'd ever had in my life. His orgasm followed mine within seconds. I could feel every jerk of his cock as he pumped his cum into me for what seemed an eternity. 

Simon held me tightly to him, his arms around me and his head resting on my back, both of us still shaking from the intensity of our orgasms.



Punishment: A Sultan's Slave Tale



The desert night is clear and cold; across the campsite the fire flickers low.

The soldiers are sleeping; their soft snores rise like smoke into the sky. At the camp’s edge the horses shuffle and stamp. Only the Sultan’s guard remain vigilant; massive and wordless, they stand either side of his tent like djinn.

They watch me as I push the door-hanging back. They’re not permitted to touch, but there’s an intensity to their look… Imperiously, I ignore them and duck into the tent.

My jewellery sparkles as I let the hanging fall. 

Sheltered from the empty vastness of the desert night, the air is spicy, welcoming. Layers of rugs shield cushions and drapes from the sand; the brazier is a comforting touch of warmth. A deep swath of colour blossoms from the central tent-pole – the Sultan’s silken hangings have made his travelling home as lush as the Kasbah itself.

He is not here.

The tent is lavish; the air heavy with musk. The scent is as warm as his skin. As always, I’m ready for him; the thought of his touch thrills in my throat. Knowing no-one would dare spy upon me, not here, I run my hands across my bare belly, over my breasts. Anticipating his presence, I am breathing more quickly.

He likes to watch me; to watch the subtle expressions of pleasure cross my face, to watch my hands and fingers as I part my own thighs and caress myself to openness.

The cushions are deep and inviting; beside them a filled hookah and brass bowl of warmed oil. I know he will not be long – the guards would not admit me otherwise – and I loosen the lacings that close the front of my brief, silk top. Shrugging it from my shoulders to a bright puddle on the rug, I raise my hands to my bared breasts.

My hands are chill from the night air – my skin shivers, pleasure shocking through me. Raising my fingertips to my mouth, I run my tongue and lips over them before stroking and pinching my nipples to hardness. I find myself gasping. A rush of warmth flowers in my belly.

Perhaps he is watching me, even now.

The thought is exciting. Kicking off my sandals, I tumble backwards to the cushions’ embrace, my long hair splashing out behind me. Almost involuntarily, my hands are sliding down my belly towards my twitching, eager hips. In the light of the brazier, the jewel in my navel glitters - but my hands stroke past it to pull aside the soft fabric of my skirts.

I am naked beneath, shaven and oiled; my lips are half-parted and they feel smooth and good. Softly, so softly – I must wait for him. My other hand pushes my hair from my face and I imagine he’s watching.

That’s it, he says, my beautiful slut…

It feels so good. I close my eyes, let out a long breath as I arch my back and my fingers begin to explore deeper. My cunt opens, getting wetter. Gods I love doing this; I raise my fingertips to my mouth, then with a long, sweet sigh, I begin to slowly fuck myself. 

I imagine I can feel his eyes on me, exploring me. My other hand caresses my breasts, showing off their softness. My nipples are hard, demanding; I roll one between thumb and forefinger and my body thrills a response. 

Yes! I hear his voice. Show me…

I sit up to dip my fingertips in the warm, scented oil. My lips are open now, moist with impatience; I lay back, part them further and run one gentle finger over my clit.

I want his mouth, his hands. I want him to fuck me, teasingly. I caress myself in the same way, wanting more – I feel the warmth in me spread, the pleasure and anticipation build. Oh my Gods, this is good…

A little more oil.

I want--

There’s a hand on my thigh, sliding upwards. Another is closed over my mouth, silencing me. They’re chilled, callused and strong. Very strong...

Eyes afire, one of the Sultan’s guards is standing over me. As I glare at him, struggle to rise to my elbows, the hand on my thigh tears my skirt from my body. The guard looks down at me, his expression a thousand layers of pleasure.

Behind him, his colleague stands on the inside of the doorway. He’s looking at my spread thighs and hot cunt. His expression’s anticipatory; he’s going to savour this… and then he’s going to take his turn.

A noise outside makes him glance sharply at the door-hanging. It billows, subsides – just the desert wind.

Scrabbling for dignity, I slap the hand from my mouth and sit up, folding my legs modestly under me. I pick up a cushion to cover myself. 

‘What in the name of Heaven do you think you’re doing?’ I’m impressed my voice remains steady, even fierce. ‘My Lord will have your—‘

The guard places a hand across my throat – hard enough to push me to the cushions. ‘My Lord,’ his voice is husky, ‘gave us his Blessing’. He leans over me, his other hand roughly caressing my shoulder. He cannot take his eyes from me; oddly, I realise he’s shaking. ‘You’re ours ‘til he gets back – so long as we don’t hurt you’.

What..?

The second guard smiles mirthlessly at me, at my inane attempt to cover myself. ‘He’s not coming for you.’ His eyes come to rest on my mouth. ‘But we will.’

‘This is madness.’ Realising I’m cowering like some innocent virgin, I discard the cushion indignantly and stand up, my hands on my hips. ‘You’ll be less than men if you’re caught in here!’

‘Watch the door, Az.’ The guard before me is grinning like a scimitar – whetted, sharp. ‘I’m Imayho, lady. Saved my Lord’s life, fighting raiders, couple of days ago. Asked me what I wanted…’ He surveys my jewelled nakedness, head to foot. ‘…I said you.’

His eyes rest on mine. 

The tale is true – I’d been hearing it round the campsite. Imayho is young, powerful, a ranking member of the Sultan’s élite. He’s bare-chested but for the small, gold pendant that marks his trusted position. I find I believe him; meeting his warrior’s stare, I also find him exciting.

My body still thrums with heat and anticipation. ‘Imayho.’ I like the feel of his name.

Smiling wickedly, I raise one hand as if to touch his mouth – and let him catch the scent of my arousal on my fingers. He draws in his breath. Watching him, I raise those fingers to my mouth and suck them, then let myself fall backwards into my scatter of cushions. I part my thighs, return to caressing the length of my pussy, from my tight, oiled arse to the swollen need of my clit.

In the light of the brazier, my bare skin glistens.

‘Name of the Gods..!’ Abandoning door duty, Az is staring, jaw forgotten.

‘I said, ‘Watch the door’.’ 

Imayho kneels for me, runs one steel-wire hand up each of my thighs, pausing to push them further apart. Looking down at my exposed cunt, he breathes in - incense, skin, oil, excitement – then replaces my fingers with his long, warm tongue.

A low gasp escapes me.

The touch is savouring. I’m tilting my hips, asking him silently for more; he parts my lips with his thumbs and takes another long taste.

‘You’re beautiful.’ Already, his mouth is wet. ‘And you’re going to come for me. Then, I’m going to fuck this glorious cunt while it’s as tight as your perfect arse.’ One finger tempts me, sliding back and forth along the length of my lips; he leans forward to taste me once more.

I am shivering now; shivering with sensation, expectation, pleasure. While his insistent, responsive tongue softly caresses my clit, he slides one finger, two, into my body – deep and very strong. He begins to thrust with that same, slow rhythm. 

It’s gorgeous – and it’s maddening. After only a moment, I find myself sighing aloud, my feet tangling under cushions as I struggle for self-control. His rhythm doesn’t change. He feels my reaction, enjoys it, revels in it, but he takes his time – slowly, slowly. He’s loving how crazy he’s making me; I want more of him, I want to thrust up to meet him, I want my clit in his mouth, his fingers so much harder… I rest a hand on the back of his head but he’s too strong for me. He raises his gaze and laughs.

‘Impatient?’

I can’t speak; if I open my mouth I’ll be asking him for more – more! – and I won’t give that satisfaction. Not yet. He smiles, his tongue relishing the taste of me on his lips. The sight gives me a sudden, fierce rush of need.

His laughter deepens; he leans forward – closes his lips over my clit. I cannot help but cry out; my hips twitch and flex. He pulls away once more and returns to his steady, gentle, infuriating rhythm.

Oh Gods… 

Unknowing, I’m surrendering, totally attuned; I’m losing myself in his expert cadence. That easy caress of his tongue on my throbbing-hot clit, the agility and strength of his fingers as they reach pleasures that bring cries from my lips – soft at first, then building louder… My hips are meeting him, now, thrust for thrust; I feel a third finger enter me and I’m telling him how good it is – oh Gods yes, I want more! 

‘Yes… you like that…’ 

Now, at last, he begins to fuck me harder, his fingers twisting into me and out again. He’s driving them into me forcibly. My hands knot in the decadence about me, my body arches, writhes, fucks his fingers in return. I am tightening round him, I can feel it; I can feel every movement and flickering of his hand.

‘Imayho! Oh, my Gods!’

Faintly, I’m aware that Az is standing closer, now. He’s kicked off his flat leather boots and unwrapped his sash. As he drops his blade to the rug and unlaces the fastening of his silk trousers, I can see how hard he is, bulging rigid against the fabric. 

The thought of having that cock in my mouth only makes me hotter.

Imayho’s tongue begins to flicker across my clit, more urgent now – a demanding, not a coaxing. I’ve lost any awareness of what I’m saying – I only know that I’m begging him not to stop, not to stop please – and I’m thrusting back against his strength. When a curious, oiled fingertip teases around the edges of my arse, I stop stock-still, taut and trembling at the promise.

Laughing again, he doesn’t stop.

Naked and erect, Az is kneeling beside me, his hard cock in his hand. His dark skin is gleaming in the brazier-light; he’s stroking himself with oil. 

Imayho’s tongue flickers harder, his fingers thrust faster. My hips are raised almost off the cushions; I feel those warm, wonderful waves start to wash through me and I’m crying out, oh, Gods, oh, Gods, oh…

The finger that’s teasing me, oiling me, coaxing me to readiness… the finger that’s caressing my tight arse…. as I come, he enters me there, too. It’s a white-hot shock, an incredible intensity, I’m shivering, shuddering in climax; my Gods, I had no idea it could feel this good!

One final, drawn-out cry and I collapse, subsiding against the cushions in relief and wonder. Both guards are grinning – watching me with avid, hungry expressions.

My muscles are shaky; they refuse to do as they’re told. Denying myself the languid sweetness that should follow such an incredible climax, I struggle to focus.

They give me no time to recover. Az slides his body down next to mine; he pushes my shoulder to make me lie with my back to him. As he does so, Imayho unfolds to his feet and, with a warrior’s grace, sheds his garments, one by one.

His cock is eager; it’s hard and very broad. The sight causes a flicker of arousal, an instinctive reaction. He stands over me, stroking himself with his face wet in the brazier-light and his expression faintly smug.

You’re ours ‘til he gets back…

Az grips my hip, stops me moving. I feel the head of his cock nestling between my cheeks just as Imayho comes to lay in front of me.

…so long as we don’t hurt you.

He raises my uppermost leg, spreads my thighs to take a satisfied look at my well-fingered cunt. ‘You want me?’

I bite back an acerbic response, instead reaching to part my cheeks further – to tempt Az with the view, Imayho with my expression. ‘I want it all.’ My voice is as deep as his. ‘Now.’

Behind me, I feel the head of a hard, hot cock rubbed between my cheeks with an appreciative grunt. It’s slippery, tempting and teasing. I can feel the rise of pleasure in Az; feel it in myself. 

Before me, Imayho slides his body closer. For a moment, the hot rush of expectancy breaks over and through me – it’s been a very long time since I was fucked like this and I’m remembering what an incredible sensation it is. When I find the words, ‘Fuck me,’ I absolutely mean them.

They do.

My swollen cunt is virgin-tight after my climax – I can feel every inch of Imayho’s hard, wide cock as he pushes into me, murmuring his own pleasure. That alone is enough to have me crying aloud. 

But the other exquisite sensation, that nerve-thrilling feeling of a hard, oiled cock sliding up my arse… My cries echo almost to screaming-pitch. For a moment, the lightning-strike intensity of this double penetration is too much to bear.

Somewhere in the eye of the sensation-storm, I remember who I am. The pleasures are incredible - both guards inside me, pushing gently forwards – but I ride the tidal wave and begin to move my hips. 

Imayho gasps as my cunt engulfs him, then again as I pull back – taking Az deeper as I do so. I hear his guttural cry of surprise and it’s my turn to chuckle. 

Let me show them what I can--

‘That’s it.’ The voice is chill with anger – but unmistakeable. ‘My beautiful slut.’ 

In the cold silence of absolute disbelief, no-one breathes.

An endless moment of frozen horror, then I raise my head to look over Imayho’s shoulder. I know what I’ll see, but some part of my mind is madly telling me that I must be dreaming – I must be--

My Lord, my Master, my Sultan. At his side, a wide-eyed Maia.

I am bereft of speech. Inanely, I’m struggling to explain, but I have no words to do so.

They had your permission, didn’t they? Didn’t they..?

Maia catches my eye; her incredulous expression forms a question. I flick an eyebrow back at her, telling her I have no idea. Unseen by the Sultan, she shakes her head – she doesn’t know what’ll happen.

‘Get up’. The Sultan paces evenly across the tent until he stands at the side of the cushion-pile. His rigidly-disciplined anger is palpable; it comes off him in waves. ‘Maia, the Captain of the Guard.’

‘Yes, Lord.’ She ducks back out into the night.

‘Imayho. Azram.’

Both guards stand unbending, feet apart, hands behind their backs. They stare straight ahead.

‘My Lord Sultan’. 

‘Touching something of mine, without my permission, is unwise.’ He walks back and forth; his voice is measured and tightly controlled. ‘Touching a woman, of mine, without my permission, is extremely unwise.’ He’s furious; both guards are trembling. ‘Touching an unwilling woman, of mine, without my permission, is nothing short of suicidal!’

Az clenches his jaw. Imayho’s stance falters and he stares at his Lord in disbelief. ‘You…?’

‘SILENCE!’

I hear myself speak. ‘They had your Blessing, my Lord’.

His gaze snaps to me and I flinch at the potency of those dark eyes. I see towering anger – I have never seen him so livid – but I see pain, disappointment, betrayal. The Sultan’s personal guard are more than his trusted élite; their ranking warriors are his friends.

Under those eyes I falter, struggle to find my voice. ‘Imayho saved your life, my Lord. You granted him a wish’.

He looks me over. ‘You were willing?’

Answering ‘yes’ will bring my Lord’s wrath upon me; answering ‘no’ will secure the fate of these two guards. I choose the truth, ‘I was willing’.

He closes his eyes against a wash of feeling. Then he turns from me.

‘Imayho?’

‘For saving your life, my Lord. This is the wish you granted.’

‘Do you lie to me, now?’

‘No, Lord…’

‘My Lord,’ Maia ducks into the tent. ‘The Captain awaits you and new guards have been posted. Raiders have been seen, Lord, but they’re not heading this way.’

‘My Lord Sultan,’ Imayho stands stock-still, but his voice pleads for understanding. ‘The lady with you - Maia. She gave me the message – had your seal on it.’

Maia laughs, ‘Don’t be ridiculous; why would I--?’

‘Do you have this message?’

‘Yes, Lord.’ 

‘Gather your garments, report to your Captain. He will hold you under charge until I find the liar. Maia – you too.’

‘My Lord… I’ve done noth—!‘ His look is enough to silence her; she catches my eye for a moment, and is gone.

Not watching the guards’ departure, he turns back to me.

I stand as he walks around me, naked but for the gifts he’s given me, my pussy hungry and wet. I can still feel the physical intensity of having both guards fuck me, front and back; there’s a sense of need between my thighs, a craving that’s all-consuming.

He stops behind me, runs one hand over my arse in a gesture that seems thoughtful. I jump as his hand comes down on me – but the contact is sharp and brief. I say nothing.

‘I’m waiting,’ he says.

Although he’s behind me, I raise my chin. ‘I’m not the liar, my Lord; I’ve done nothing wrong’.

His breath hisses between his teeth. Without warning, he knots a hand in my hair and marches me towards the central tent-pole. One wrist, both – I find myself chained like a captured raider, my arms over my head and my face against the roughness of the wood.

Over my shoulder, I can see him. He’s taken a step back to look at me. His eyes explore me slowly, lingering on my needy, expectant cunt. I can see that one of his hands is stroking his cock though his trousers. 

I can’t help it, my breath escapes in a sigh.

‘Yes,’ he says, softly, ‘I know.’

He moves to stand behind me, still fully dressed; lets me feel how hard he is, rubbing against my arse. I can’t believe that it makes me want him so badly. I try to bite back a second sigh and it emerges as a whimper.

Still teasing me, his hips circling, his hands stroke my skin – my belly, slowly, and then up to feel my breasts. He caresses them expertly, holding my hard nipples between his fingers, his breath warm on the back of my neck. I’m pushing back against him, matching his rhythm. Gods, I want that cock to thrust deep into me.

I hear him say, again, ‘I’m waiting…’

It takes me a moment to find my reply, ‘I... did… nothing… wrong!’

The contact of his body is abruptly gone. I tense, expecting to feel his hand crack my arse, but the shock doesn’t come. I glance behind me – then downwards. 

He’s on his knees.

His hands cup my arse, kneading the soft flesh. It feels good, sensual and warm. It’s making me want him even more – and he knows it.

Gently, he eases my cheeks apart. I feel his lips, his tongue, softly stroking down my skin. Like Imayho, his touch is gentle and its very softness causes my body to burn.

‘I’m waiting…’

My reply is wordless, a shudder of pleasure. His hands knead my cheeks more roughly; I feel the tip of his tongue suddenly teasing my cunt. 

The restraints rattle as I move, pushing towards him as far as I can. There’s an ache in my shoulders but I don’t care, the ache in my pussy is much, much greater.

‘You need to come, don’t you?’ He replaces his tongue with two fingers, tickling, promising. ‘You need to feel me in you. I’m still waiting.’

‘Oh Gods…’

‘No, I’m not going to strike you.’ He licks at me as he speaks; I hear his garments rustling. ‘There are better punishments to teach you respect.’

As he breaks the contact, a cry of loss comes from me. I hear him stand up.

Then I feel his cock, just for a moment; warm, smooth, hard against my skin, I feel the blood-pulse, the fire that drives him. My body begs him – please..!

Again, the contact is broken. I crane to see over my shoulder.

He’s enjoying looking at me, stroking himself. He knows how much I want him and he’s making a glorious show of enjoying an easy, voyeuristic wank. His dark eyes smoulder. Expressions of pleasure cross his face, expressions of appreciation at my wanton, hungry body – and at his ability to deny me.




Punishment: A Sultan's Slave Tale



I am going wild; the need in me is growing – still! – there’s no way I can stand it. 

‘Now,’ he says, ‘You’re the one that’s waiting.’ He smiles, a sensual, powerful smile that says as much about how good his cock feels as it does about… 

His punishment.

He’s going to come, he’s going to come over my arse and then he’s going to leave me here, craving and crazy. 

I can’t believe he’d do this..!

His breathing is quickening, I can hear the motion of his hand, feel the rising tension so close behind me. He’s muttering as his pace increases, calling me a slut, a glorious, beautiful bitch. I’ve lost control of my body, still thrusting my arse towards him even though I know the gesture is futile – and he’s relishing the view, enjoying my cunt and how much I want him in it.

I hear him, ‘Yes, yes…’

His muttering deepens. I can’t even watch him – he’s denied me that, too.

‘All right, all right!’ The words escape before I can stop them. ‘I’m sorry! For the Gods’ sakes, please..!’

It’s too late. He comes so hard I hear him, feel that hot spray spatter my skin. I cry out as he does, wishing I could feel that release within myself. I love his pleasure, his relief, the faint aftershocks that spasm though him as he relaxes.

‘My Lord…’

‘I’m glad you’ve apologised.’ Passion spent, his voice is composed. I hear silk shuffle as he tucks himself away. ‘I do understand you were misled. You will stay here for now; I will come back for you.’

‘My Lord..!’

The fire of need within me has not burned out.

His semen is cold on my skin. 



Punishment and Love of an Angel



Here I sit in this hotel, awaiting a Master that is supposed to punish me for being bad. I have to be punished to be able to go back Home. Luckily, a mortal here has agreed to bring me together with a Master than can punish and correct me with honor and respect. She believes He is an angel on earth. We shall see.

I know that you are puzzled now, as I said a mortal... yes that is what I said a mortal. I was sent to watch over and ease people that are hurting. Instead I found myself feeling desire for a human and allowing it to lead me astray. Now the only way I can get back Home is to be properly punished and corrected. I hope that what I am about to be put through will appease my Lord so that I can return and hopefully one day allow me to return to my work.

Julz told me that she did not tell the Master coming to me that I was an angel. She said He would think she was crazy anyhow and would probably not show up. I think He should have had some warning but we will see when He arrives. She speaks so highly of Him. She says that He loves and adores women and that she believes that once the shock wears off of Him he will do a wonderful job.

The phone rings, and I am told to be ready for him. Oh boy, here goes! I remove my clothes and kneel, my head on the floor, hands stretched out in front of me. My hair covering my face and my wings are covering my back and down my legs. I hear him enter the room and speak. His voice! This is going to be hard. He has the voice of an angel. I want to look upon Him, but I must wait until he tells me to rise. I am trembling with emotions. Please do not let Him run out the door when He realizes the task before Him. Dear Lord is it who I think it is?

His first words are not encouraging. He is furious! He does not understand! He thinks I am playing a game with Him. He is going to leave and I will never get to return Home. I will never get to return to my work if He leaves me now. He is the only person I can trust with this task. I beg to rise, so that I can prove to him who and what I am. Hoping that once he sees that I am truly a fallen angel he will do as I beg of Him to do.

I rise and stand tall, spreading my wings. I watch His face as the shock of what He is seeing washes over Him. I almost collapse when I see that it is the beautiful Man that I have been watching for a long long time. He staggers back, and the first words out of His mouth are that He cannot do this. He believes God will punish Him if He raises His hand to me. I must convince Him that He and He alone has been chosen to complete a task that IS of my Lord's will. I must be punished and corrected by a human as I let a human lead me astray. I kneel before Him, pleading with Him to do this for me." Help me return to the humble, serving Angel that I was....please dear Sir help this fallen angel" I beg.

I watch the emotions spread over His face, His mind working. He agrees. I bend down and kiss His feet." Thank you Sir!" And now it begins....but what am I in for with this beautiful man. He begins to question me about my name, my age (I almost laugh at that and the expression on His face) and what I am capable of feeling. The questions are reasonable enough. The shock on His face when I tell Him that I can feel pleasure but not pain makes me nervous. I do not tell Him of the amount of emotional pain that I can feel....i do not think it will help at this point. The emotions pouring through Him are racking me. He is feeling desire, confusion, and even pain at what He is going to have to do to me. Yes this beautiful Man is what Julz said he would be.

He orders me to the bed and restrains me. I cannot see, hear, or speak. He begins to torment my body with pleasure. What is he supposed to accomplish with this?!? I can feel pleasure and desire. That is what got me in trouble. But then it dawns on me what He is doing and I am furious! I need release ....satisfaction! And this man - this mortal man -- is denying me- an angel- pleasure! Who does He think he is? I am furious!

I rant and scream and cuss (yes cuss! I did learn something being here on earth) at this man. I need release. I know He is capable of bringing release beyond belief. I need to climax! I try to tell Him what he wants to hear...he is Master. He controls me completely. I am going to behave. Just God let me have satisfaction PLEASE!

Day after day he torments me. I beg and beg for Him to take me, to make love to me, claim what is before Him, but He steadfastly refuses. How can He refuse me? No man has been able to before. But yet in His refusal to allow me complete satisfaction, He has earned my love and respect. I adore this man, this Master, but yet He seems to have no desire for me. I am a job to Him and it hurts me terribly. Should I just tell Him? Will He believe me?

He stops...what is He planning next? And then I hear Him cry. Why is He crying? I am the one that has been denied pleasure for days on end, taken to levels I did not think was possible. I am crying along with Him. I must tell Him what I am feeling. I love Him too much to deny Him the truth. 

I tell Him the love that I feel for Him, what He has truly given me in denying my charms. He has shown me that now I can resist for as long as I need to. I could have ended this long ago by just giving in, by completely submitting when He wanted me to. He tells me that He loves me. This beautiful man that I have been watching for so long loves me! I must somehow convince Him to let me experience the wonder of His touch just once before I must go Home. 

I beg and plead, telling Him that I will completely submit to His will if He will just allow me to feel what I have watched Him give to so many others. He does not want to...I can feel the confusion and doubt that He is suffering. In His eyes, I am love, temptation, and damnation. But yet the love and desire He feels is racing through Him. I see when His heart overrules His brain. I cannot believe it! This wonderful loving man is going to show me what true love really feels like. Not just desire and lust, but real true love!

He leaves the room and returns to lovingly wash me as if I am a precious jewel. Then I feel His gentle loving touch and I cannot control what flows through me. Never have I felt anything like this. This is what love and adoration truly feels like! Everything in His touching and tasting and His love making shows me how much I truly mean to Him. And at this moment I know He is worthy of the gift that is to be bestowed on Him.

He is heartbroken that I cannot stay...I can see it and feel it. However, maybe what I am about to tell him will ease His hurt, His pain. "You know that I have been watching You. For all the faults You feel You have, You are most worthy of the gift that we just created. You will raise our beautiful angel child. She is going to be here to love You and comfort You since, thanks to You, I have earned the right to go Home and continue my work. She will have my ability to heal and Your ability to love the people around her. She will have the very best of the both of U/us in her my love. But You must raise her and guard her and protect this gift as no other".

I left that day and went Home. I felt the child grow inside me as I watched Him prepare for His gift, His angel/child. I could feel how nervous and humble He feels to have earned this. All the more proof that He was the perfect one to bring me in check. When she is born, I return to earth with her. I lay her gently in His arms and surround him and her in my arms and wings. "I will always be watching over You, guiding You, helping you my darling Master. But this is the last time that You will see me until You come home to be the angel that Your heart has proven You are." Touching His face and kissing O/our child, I leave before it gets too hard to do so.

I do not know if he feels me watching over Him. He is such a good father to our child. She is loved as the gift that she is. She sees me when I am with her -- smiling up from her hand-made crib...made so lovingly by Him. I see Him look at her when she is looking at me laughing and cooing and I see the sad smile on His face.....He knows. I near Him and I can tell He feels it. I will ensure that although I will never feel His touch again...He and our beautiful Angel will always feel me with them.

~kayngel Hatcher~



Punishment and Other Crimes



He knew what to do.  But this was the first time Freddie had ever done it.  Everybody in his gang of friends had done it.  Even Little Louie, he had made his first shot already.  Louie had done so just three days after Jimbo had been caught.  It was a dangerous sport, but the excitement was irresistible.  Today was his turn to "try-or-die".

	It would take all his skill and training to make it work.  He had worked on technique and concentrated on accuracy.  Freddie knew he needed more than courage and ability, these were qualities he possessed.  It was essential to have luck.  Jimbo had not been lucky.  The memory made Fred shutter.

	The gang would act as look-outs, making sure his quarry was isolated.  It rested with him though, to make the shot when the all clear signal was given.  They roamed the street looking for a subject to provide an opportunity for Freddie to prove his humanhood.  He was primed, a piece of candy was nearly dissolved in his mouth.  His saliva flowed freely as he hunted.

	One turned the corner and the stalking began.  The crew spread out, to determine if any others were around.  A loud whistle signaled the okay.  Freddie went in to action.  Running up behind the tall figure Fred shouted, "Hey!  You!"  The alien overlord turned with a cat like agility despite his large bulky body.  He looked at Freddie with a icy stare from the centered single eye each of the reptilian invaders had in their scaly heads.

	"Go back to your own planet, throg-head!" shouted Freddie, as he jumped high as he could, hocking a real juicy one.  Then he spit it out, hitting the E.T. square in it's only eye and ran like hell.



BEELZEBUB
By Rev. Dave Springer

His role in helping you raise Hell.
At first he seems like your friend, but really he's
Beelzebuddy - The devil in charge of bad friends make bad company.
Who is eager to introduce you to a couple of his associates
Beelzebooze - The devil in charge of getting people drunk.  or
Beelzebbuzz - The devil in charge of getting folks stoned.
who both work for
Beelzebombed - The devil in charge of getting you totally smashed.
once you've met him you're likely to get to know
Pealzebbub - The devil in charge of speeding and reckless driving.
who will make sure that your acquainted with
Beelzebbubba - The devil in charge of fat state troopers, and his partner
Beelzebusted - The devil in charge of getting into trouble with the Law.
which means you can't avoid getting involved with
Beelzebummer - The devil in charge of morning after consequences.
Who allows you one call, which you make too your
Beelzebabe - The devil in the red dress who has to bail out your Beelzabutt from jail.

Baalzebub 2 Kgs 1:2+
Beelzebul Mt. 12:24+,  Mk. 3:22,  Lk. 11:15+


HARDBOILED
By Dave Springer

	Pavlov, Pavlov . . .  the name rang a bell with the hard boiled detective, as he doggedly followed the trail of murder and mayhem that led him to the City Pound.  The chiming of the church carillon near by reminded him that it was almost his dinner time.  No chance to stop for a bite now, he thought to himself, spitting into the into the street's littered gutter, hungry to finish the mystery once and for all.  He'd wolf down something when he got back home.  Then he remembered, Pavlov . . . the Russian Mafia  . . . and bodies disappearing.  Yes, the City Pound!  It wasn't horse-meat they were serving the mutts, but evidence!  Not Purina, but pure evil!

	He would sure of it, he had sniffed the scent of fear coming from the young dogcatcher when he had questioned him.  The whelp had whined before answering, then afterwards slinked off with his tail between his legs.  The good looking woman who was with him was obviously a real bitch, barking at him to keep quiet, attempting to make him heal and obey.  The vixen hadn't done any good.  The young pup had squealed what he knew, sounding just like somebody stepped out his tail. A mystery man named the 'Jackal' had been seen around the pound in the past few weeks.  This newcomer had been in a distemperate mood, the pooch-poacher provided, when he had observed Dr. Pavlov and the Doberman-faced fellow in a hushed conversation.

Again, the 'Jackal'.  Who was the man known as the 'Jackal'?  The question had nipped at his heels all through this entire case.  It occurred to Bulldog that it might stand for Jack L. as in Jacque La Reynard, the sly fox from Quebec; or perhaps Jack Lupus a shaggy mongrel from the West Coast who had never been collared by the police.  Was he hiding out here in 'Our Fair City', having gone-to-ground deep in a den of thieves and murderers?  Certainlt he was involved with the intrigue at the municipal bow-wow boarding house!  "No matter, when I get my paws upon him he'll finally be caged, along with the rest of his vicious pack!" the private eye growled to himself, looking up at the full moon with instinctual excitement.  The game was afoot! ]

From the bloodhound unleashed by Harry Howell, published by Dog-Eared Dime Novels a division of Gumm, Shoeman and Schyster Inc., chosen as book of the month by the Crook of the Month Club.

Sorry I got carried away.  I took a course in Seminary in dogma!



The Friars of the Floral Business 
by Dave Springer

Some friars in a little Scottish town were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise the funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, the rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. He asked his mother to go and ask the friars to get out of business. They ignored her, too. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town, to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close shop. Terrified, the friars did so - thereby proving that . . .Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.



THE WORLD'S GREATEST FAILURE
by Dave Springer

Nothing I've ever done has been successful.
I opened an origami shop, but it folded.
I had a balloon business, but I over-expanded.
I had a business making soft drinks, but it fizzled.
I tried growing an orchard, but it was fruitless.
And I failed in the pasta industry, because I didn't use my noodle.
I opened a taffy kiosk, but when things got sticky I could only stretch my supply of candy so far.
I had a bakery, Betty Crocker was my roll model, but I still couldn't make any dough.  
The coffee emporium I took over, got into hot water because I didn't know beans about the business.
When I tried to sell beer, trouble was always brewing and I was finally tapped out.
I had a short career as a cook in a Chinese restaurant, but while I could talk the talk, I couldn't wok the wok.
I had too many irons in the fire when I tried cattle ranching and couldn't get any brand recognition.
I had a dairy in Los Vegas, I milked it for all that it was worth, but got caught skimming the cream.  It was just as well, making cheese drove me crackers and it occurd to me that there had to be a better whey to make an killing from cows.
I was a butcher once, but I couldn't meat my customers orders.
I started a cloning company, but couldn't get any repeat business.
I tried drilling for oil, but I wasn't well-educated.
I was going to open a sign shop, but I discovered I was not a man of letters.
I went to witch-doctor school, but couldn't pass the final hexam.
I started a business to make TV remote controls, but with low volume I had to channel my energies into something else like retractable ball-point pens, but that didn't click either.  And that goes double for computer mouses.
My foray in to photography was just a flash-in-the-pan, a very negative experience.
My trophy company never was awarded any contracts.
Then I went to work for RotoRooter, but at end of the day I just felt drained.
I even tried the brassiere business, but that went bust.
I looked into being a minister, but I didn't have a prayer. 
My fire-extinguisher plant went up in smoke.
I owned a salt mine that became insolvent.
I attempted to manufacture scaffolding, but the market collapsed.
I once had a stint running a tire store, but the business went flat.
I had an enterprise in mountain climbing gear, but interest had peaked and things went down hill from there.
I once owned a stationary store, but was forced to relocate; success just wasn't in the cards.
I ran a telemarketing unit, but I was accused of being an operator of a phony business.
I didn't have much success with making fireworks, until I had a spark of inspiration and the business just exploded . . .thank God for insurance!
I once had a job in a Funeral Parlor, of corpse I liked the position, but when I finished with all there was to do I felt dead tired, comes from working the graveyard shift.
I started a playground equipment company.  I couldn't swing any deals for the jungle gyms; had to bail out of swing-sets and got leveraged out of the teeter-totters.
For a while I managed a dating service, I was escorted off the premises when figures for the girls didn't match expectations.
I began a home cleaning service, but before we could polish up our act the competition left us in the dust.
I had a carpet store until I had the rug pulled out from under me.
I attempted to manufacture firearms, but government red tape shot me down.
When I sold tents, no one would buy my pitch when I canvassed the neighborhood.
I wanted to be a printer, but I became depressed because I hadn't an inkling.
I wanted to buy a vineyard, but the deal died on the vine.  Then I tried to purchase a winery, but before things were settled the agreement went sour.
I tried raising tropical fish, but when all the fish died the business went belly up.
I tried selling swimming pools, but I took a dive.
Speaking of getting wet; when I went into plumbing supplies, I took a bath when the business went into the toilet.
We got squashed by the competition in the construction of racket-ball courts.
I wasn't thinking straight when I put together a Brain Trust.
I got booted out of the shoe business.
I was left out in the cold when we tried to produce ice machines.

Writing non-fiction cramped my style, but fiction cramped my hand; I got all keyed up when I used a typewriter, but word processing was just write, and write and write and write.  All I ever got was rejection letters because I didn't have a novel idea in my head.  My poetry was so free verse they wouldn't pay anything.  My jockey short stories were too brief, so I wrote boxer short stories, but those tales were so full of holes they didn't even cover my assets.

I thought about being a stand-up comedian, but I knew people wouldn't sit still for such punishment.







Punishment & Passion



It was Friday night and Mark was enjoying some quiet time and a pleasingly sweet wine. Many thoughts crossed his mind but they were only momentary flights of fancy. He poured another glass of wine, and went to the computer to see if he had received a note from Kimberly. 

Yes, there it was, titled "Weekend." He opened it quickly and felt a rush of warmth as he read. She asked if he was still planning to go to the lake this weekend, mentioning that she would like to have a quiet weekend to just "putter around." He began to think about spending a weekend with her at the lake house. 

His thoughts became swiftly focused on how much they could enjoy being there, for they had become close, caring friends and lovers who greatly appreciated how they made each other feel when they were together. Both of them had come to wish they had met years before, and chose each other as lifetime partners instead of the choices they made. 

The day finally arrived and a sunny morning found them driving north toward Marble Falls. Their conversation was light-hearted and full of humor. At one point, he asked her to open another soda for him and she asked, "what if I refuse?" Knowing what she was thinking, he told her she would be "punished." She said "fine" and, grinning, handed him the soda to open himself. 

They continued to enjoy their conversation and held hands. It wasn't long until they were silently communicating their sensuous thoughts with squeezes and caresses. By the time they arrived at the house, they were ready to be much closer together.

As soon as he closed the door behind them, he pulled her against his body, kissed her roughly, and told her she was his and he would do with her whatever he wanted. She said "yes. I am yours." He told her to kneel and wait. 

He lit several large candles in the room, sat on the sofa and told her to stand and begin undressing. She removed her blouse and pants to reveal the black lingerie he loved to see her wear. He got up and moved behind her, kissed her neck, took off her bra, and told her she must remain still and silent. She nodded her head in submission. 

He placed a red satin blindfold on her and tied it securely, taking away her sight so she may enjoy the anticipation and uncertainty of what was to come. He then took her wrists, placed them together in front of her, and secured them with a leather cuff. 

She heard him open a closet door and when he returned she felt rope passing through the cuff. He threw the rope over one of the large crossbeams supporting the high ceiling and he pulled the rope to raise her hands and arms above her head and secured it. He stood back to admire her body, and he told her she was his beautiful slut. 

He caressed her breasts with his hands and mouth until her nipples were as hard as they were sensitive. She took a sudden, deep breath as he placed a clamp on one nipple, then the other. Though the pain was only slight, her excitement increased greatly. She did not know what was going to happen next, but her helplessness and desire to please him made her want more.

She heard him walk away, but he soon returned. He told her to spread her feet wide apart. She did so and felt him attach each of her ankles to a leather cuff at opposite ends of a spreader bar. Again, he stood back in admiration of her statuesque and bound body, feeling an increasing tightness in his pants. 

He held her head with both hands and kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue into her throat. She returned his deep kiss and moaned softly. He told her she was now ready to give and to receive pleasure. She nodded yes as her clamped nipples moved up and down with her heavy breathing.

With one hand he pulled her ponytail, drawing her head back, while the other traced a trail from a nipple to the waistband of her panties. He slipped his hand inside them and continued until he felt her swollen, wet lips. She lost her breath for a moment and he stroked her slowly, up and down. He put one finger, then another, into her pussy and massaged her, lightly brushing her clit. With his other hand he released the ribbon holding her ponytail, feeling her hair and admiring its fall to her shoulders. 

He moved away for a moment and she heard him open a drawer. She then felt a smooth object sliding up and down her thighs, pausing at her lips and clit to tease them through her panties. She moved her hips to try and capture the object with her pussy. All of a sudden, the object began vibrating and its head moved her panties aside and penetrated her lips. She moaned loudly as he stroked it in and out of her, increasing the depth slightly each time. 

He took her close to the edge of orgasm, but he stopped before she could cum. He put the vibrator aside and cupped her breasts in his hands, enjoying their softness, and he kissed each clamped nipple to further stoke her excitement. He then told her she deserved a spanking for her refusal in the car, and that it was time for her punishment. She replied, "I know; I am ready." 

She knew he owned a long leather paddle because she had felt its delicious sting once before. Suddenly, she had a split-second warning that manifested itself as the sound of a broad object flying through the air. Then she felt the full brunt of the paddle on her ass cheeks. She cried out involuntarily, and felt more pain in her nipples as they swelled against the clamps. 

Again, again, and again her beautiful, now reddening, ass received his punishment. And with each swift, painful stroke, her juices flowed more copiously out of her pussy and down her thighs.

Mark paused and stepped in front of Kimberly, kissing her softly as he tightened the clamps on her nipples. Tears of pleasurable submission trailed down her cheeks, and he said her punishment was near its end. He resumed his position behind her and delivered three more blows to her ass, the last of which induced her collapse. 

He reveled in the sight of her, bound, hanging with arms high above her, magnificently swollen nipples, and her cunt shaped as a full, wet blooming flower. 

He released her wrist and ankle bindings, removed the nipple clamps, and untied the blindfold. He led her to the sofa and told her to lie across his lap. When in position, he lightly rubbed her ass cheeks, caressing them softly with lotion to ease her discomfort. He told her she took her punishment well, but she must now please him with her mouth. She smiled and kissed him. 

He stood and removed his clothes, revealing his large, stiff cock. He told her to kneel in front of him. He held her head with both hands and guided her mouth onto his cock. With his hands in her hair, she stroked, licked and sucked his cock as only she could. 

When he felt the irresistible urge approaching, he told her to look into his eyes. As he smiled down at her, his felt his cock spasm as his entire body shuddered with his orgasm. He filled her mouth and throat with his cum and she swallowed all of it. When he had finished, he savored her mouth caressing his cock until he became soft. He helped her to stand and then hugged her tightly, and told her she is the most beautiful and desirable woman on this earth. 

And, now, it would be his pleasure to pleasure her.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He removed her soaked panties and laid her down on the bed. He lay down with her and began to kiss her mouth. Her breathing became deeper as he kissed a trail between her breasts. He took each of them into his mouth and caressed each nipple with his tongue and lips. He increased her pleasure by stroking her pussy, brushing her clit each time. 

He moved his mouth from her breast and traced a path to her pussy. He pleasured her with soft kisses and penetrations with his tongue. Then he put his mouth onto her pussy and drew her clit and her lips into his mouth, alternately licking and sucking them. She felt him wrap her thighs around his face and she began moving her hips up and down to increase her pleasure. 

He continued feasting on her for long minutes and her head tossed from side to side as she moaned and encouraged him verbally. When he sensed she was close to cumming, he thrust both hands under her hips and squeezed her ass. She then moaned loudly and bucked her hips and thighs throughout an intense orgasm. He was equally excited by her fulfillment, and he continued licking and sucking her until she grasped his hair and asked him to stop.

He moved up on the bed and took her into his arms, kissing her mouth and neck. He told her she would always be safe and happy in his embrace, and he would always please her as no other man could. They both were blissfully contented and happy, and hugged and kissed each other for a long, delicious time before they fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Later during the night he awoke and felt the stiffness of his cock, and he wanted to become one with her. His mouth awakened her, licking and probing her pussy as before. She felt the same desire as he, and she spread her legs wide. 

When she was ready, she pulled him on top of her and told him, "Fuck me now, Mark, bury your cock in me and fuck me hard." He pressed the head of his cock against her open lips, and she moaned loudly as he filled her with his size. They moved together slowly at first, as his long strokes created increasing mutual pleasure. As he put his hands on her shoulders and began to pull her harder against him with each thrust of his cock. he told her, "I am going to fuck you harder now, my sweet Kimberly." 

He found his greatest pleasure in seeing how much she wanted and enjoyed what he was doing to her. Her breaths began to come in gasps and he felt the muscles in her pussy tightening around his cock. She flexed her legs around his waist and cried out as a wave of lustful satisfaction overwhelmed her. Her orgasm induced his, and it was equally powerful. Never before had he felt the extraordinary passion and gratification they shared at that moment. As he collapsed on her, neither said a word. Their bodies had spoken in ways that left no doubt about their feelings. 

The next morning brought them another day to enjoy being together; walking along country paths, sharing dreams and secrets, catching more fish than he ever had, speaking volumes with their eyes and touches, and savoring each moment as a rare and special gift. 

As the day passed, they became more excited by thoughts of what the evening would bring. Kimberly had introduced Mark to the joys of "kink" and they were very much in tune with their roles and desires. Yes, the night would bring more adventuresome thrills, and they could hardly wait. 



Punishment and Payback



The shoes were absolutely beautiful. They were black pumps, the kind that made a clicking sound on hard floors. The girl had been forbidden from looking her mistress in the eyes, and so she watched her shoes. She knelt before Mistress Felicia's desk, a few feet back on the thin rug that covered the floor, waiting for a command. She waited as her mistress feet crossed in front of her, crossing at the ankles as Felicia perched on the end of the desk. There was a pause, and she felt her Mistress's eyes on her. She did not shy away, although she was completely bare except for her collar.

"You've been very good not to look at me, pet. Do you know why I ordered you not to do so?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And why is that, pet?" She swallowed.

"Because I masturbated in the shower this morning, Mistress."

"That's right, you were a bad pet. Your orgasms are for my pleasure, not anytime you want one. Do you want to get back into my good graces?"

"Of course, Mistress."

"Then go to the toy-box, and pick out the long flogger." She could imagine her Mistress's hair jostle as she nodded her head in the direction of the toys. She stood, and crossed the spare office room to the unlocked chest. She easily found the specified toy near the bottom of the chest, and brought it over, kneeling again before presenting it with arms outstretched.

"Thats the one. Now;I want to watch you flog yourself, a hundred times. Count them for me." The girl counted out the thudding strokes in the soft voice that her Mistress preferred she use. 

One...

Two...

Three...

On it went. The tails of the flogger hit her all over her upper back. Every ten strokes she switched hands to make sure her bruises were pleasingly even. The ice cubes in her Mistress's glass tinkled as she watched the punishment progress. After a while, her focus shrank down to only the sound of the flog, her counting, and the feeling in her back, a heavy, painful thudding. But eventually she finished, and her focus telescoped out again. 

"Very good, pet. You never flinched. If only you had the same self-control this morning." Her Mistress paused for a sip. "You may look at me now. But if you want to please me, there is something else you must do." She looked up. Her Mistress's gaze was sharp and predatory in a way that made the pet feel tightness in her center instantly.

"Anything, Mistress. What would you have me do?" Her mistress's mouth curled up in a sharp smirk. She sat more firmly on the desk, and parted her legs a little.

"Come here and please me." The girl took the few steps to reach her mistress, and knelt between her Mistress's thighs, reaching up to push up the front of the skirt. She nudged apart her Domme's thighs as she went, eager to lick a stripe up her Mistress's vulva.

Felicia sighed with pleasure as her pet began to eat her out. She was already eager from watching her punish herself. Her pet was always so eager, so eager to please...

The girl was in the midst of sucking on the lower lips when she felt a hand grip tight in her hair, tugging enough to cause pain and make her redouble her efforts. Her mistress was humming lowly in pleasure. She took a moment to think about how unfortunate that her Mistress was so quiet. She never screamed in pleasure, but simply hummed and moaned lowly, the pitch altering with what the girl did. But after several minutes of tongue-fucking, her Mistress began to pant. She took this as the queue to begin nibbling on the clit in front of her, and after about a minute of this, the Domme began to cum.

The first thing that happened was that Felicia's grip on her sub's hair tightened and she pushed the girl's head hard in between her legs. For a moment, neither of them breathed as the orgasm crashed—one from pleasure, and the other slightly suffocated. 

Finally, Felicia eased the girls head back and began to stroke her hair, murmuring, "Good girl...my sweet little pet..."



Punishment & Pleasure



I walked into the room unaware that he was home. "On your knees," his voice was a soft hiss, but it still held all of his power in it. Without a moments hesitation I was on my knees, my eyes looking around the dark room for my Master. He was seated in his Captains chair, a black leather bullwhip in his hand.

Looking at the floor, but holding my head high, I spoke softly. "Master, I was unaware that you were home." His soft laughter made a flash of fear run through me, and I felt my womanhood begin to throb.

"I did not say you could speak little one, now come here." His voice was soft and stern, a frightening combination.

Slowly, I crawled to him. When I reached his feet he looked down, "Present yourself little one." Automatically I leaned back on my knees, spreading my thighs as wide as I could, my back straightening, my arms coming behind my back and crossing at the wrists, and my head lifting high, with my gaze carefully looking towards the floor. I could feel his gaze looking over me. My nipples began to harden in response.

His strong fingers quickly connected with my right cheek. The force of the backhanded slap almost knocking me over. "That is for speaking out of turn my dear." His voice was stern, as it always was during punishment. "Now my dear, stand and undress for me, then represent yourself." My face still stinging, I quickly rose and did as he requested, then slid to my knees and positioned myself for him. My entire being was alive with sensations. I enjoyed my Master the most when he took me by surprise like this.

"Very nice little one." As he spoke he rose and circled me. "Now stand." I rose slowly. His lips moved inches away from my ear, "Are you ready for some pain my little one?" I nodded, not daring to speak. "Good Girl," he cooed, and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs painfully dig into my wrists. Then the dull pain of a silk rope, as it was tied painfully tight around my elbows. "I don't want to hear a sound little one, if I do you WILL be painfully punished."

The juices were now flowing in my womanhood, my state of arousal at an extreme level, and my Master knew this, he also knew it would be almost impossible for me to not make a sound.

I bit my lower lip harshly as he lifted my hands up and caused fresh waves of pain to run through me. He walked back to the front of me, his fingers softly cascading over my breasts. His gentle touch soothed me, and made me yearn for more. But I knew I wouldn't receive more. With a quick switch his touch became harsh, squeezing and pulling on my taunt nipples. I caught my breath, gasping silently as the fiery pain ran through me. His touch stopped and he merely looked at me.

"You will count for me now little one," his hands picked up a slender wooden paddle from the table. My clit throbbed even harder at the sight of it. With one large hand he cupped my right breast, holding my sensitive nipples up towards him. A wave of intense pain ran through me as he brought the paddle down squarely on my open nipple.

I gasped, then quickly breathed "One."

"Good girl," he said and I could see him smile. Each time the paddle came down harder and harder.

"Five." I said, my voice shaky. Then he moved to my left breast. By the time I counted five my Master knew I could not stand much longer. His tongue flicked out softly caressing and sucking each burning nipple in turn. My knees swayed as my womanhood gushed hot juices over my thighs.

"Good Girl little one, now come." He leaned me over the back of our leather couch, my womanhood exposed to him, and my ass high in the air. I felt the handle of his favorite paddle slide across my ass, then gently probing the entrance for a moment, and finally sliding into the wetness of my pussy. "Good Girl, you like your Master's treatment don't you? You may tell me?"

"Yes Master I do."

"That's because you're his little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir I am."

"I'm going to hurt you now my dear, you want me to, I know you do, so ask me to."

"Please Dear Master, please hurt me." I meant every word I said, for me pain brought a much more intense pleasure and I knew my Master would pleasure me.

"Yes little one - I will hurt you, and you may cry out if you have to." When he granted me permission to make sounds I knew it would always hurt so good.

The paddle came down across my ass, again and again. Each time harder and harder, and he kept going until I did cry out in a soft cry of pain. Then with out a moment in between I felt his large cock shove into the wetness of my pussy. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it painfully. His sweet cock thrust harshly in and out of my soft pussy, faster and faster.

All of the sensations together, my hands tied so cruelly behind my back, my nipples burning in pain, my soft ass throbbing from the spanking, and now his glorious cock fucking me so harshly caused me to come to an intense climax. My body trembled uncontrollably as the onslaught of feelings thundered through me. "Oh Yes little one, come for me, my little whore is feeling so good." His voice slid across my being as I continued to come.

When my tremors began to subside he pushed me down onto my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to forcefully fuck my mouth. I could feel his cock sliding down my throat and I loved every moment, my tongue licking and my lips sucking greedily on his cock. "Ughhh," he grunted in pure pleasure and fucked my face harder, his fingers pulling in my hair, until with a primal cry of pleasure he pulled out of my mouth. I felt his hot semen fall over my lips and chin, and even on my breasts. It was several moments before he spoke. "Good Girl little one, are you ready for some more?" And I was, I was ready for a lot more.



Punishment at Work



My boss, Roy, gets so frustrated with employees who do poor work and make no effort to improve their work. Even after repeated written and verbal warnings there is only slight improvement. Since our warehouse is out in the middle of nowhere and getting any kind of workers is hard he does try to keep who we have and help them improve, but some call for drastic punishment.

He called me into his office on a Friday morning for our usual weekly meeting. We went over the weeks output and the plans for the next week. When we got to the end of the agenda and had discussed what needed to be set up for Monday, he asked me to find him two of the biggest, roughest warehouse guys we had who might like a little overtime today. Roy told me he had a little project he needed done here in his office and needed some strong help.

I said, no problem, returned to my office and made a few calls to the warehouse supervisors. Soon enough two of our biggest roughest warehouse guys, arrived to receive their assignment. I had them sit for a moment while I called Roy to let them know that I had the help he needed. 

“Good,” he said. “but I am not quite ready to see them yet, I’d like you to call T down to my office right away, I need to have a discussion with her about her work, and when she comes down bring her in with the warehouse guys.

“OK, I will get her down here right away.”

With that, I called T and told her that Roy wanted to see her. A few moments later she was at my office door and we all went in together. Roy has a very large office with a huge desk at one end, a conference table with chairs on the other side, a leather couch on the other wall and space in the middle for demonstrations.

When we walked in, closed the door, we were all surprised to see an old fashioned “stock” in the middle of the demonstration area. It was the kind of contraption that you stick your head and hands into, but this one seemed a bit shorter than those I have seen at historical restorations. I also saw that Roy's large golden retriever, Red, was laying by his desk. OK, I am thinking what is going on here.

“T”, Roy said “instead of better, your work is getting worse. Your attendance is poor and when you are here you spend your time at the soda machine instead of your desk. I have decided that some corrective action is needed.” She had a scared look on her face and none of us really knew what was going to happen.

“Carol”…he turned to me “have a seat on the couch, no need to take notes” he said looking at the steno pad and pen in my hand. “Bill and Fred is it?, Help T into the stocks and mind you be gentle.” Did I mention the Bill and Fred are both over six feet with biceps the size of my thigh?

They each took and arm and “helped” T into to the stocks and secured her there, she was none to happy about this and did give a valiant struggle, which only succeeded and making her a bit sweaty and deschevld. I mentioned that the stocks seemed a little shorter than those I had seen and they were. It was shorter so that when a person was secured in them the prisoners behinds tips up a bit. 

Even though we work in a mostly warehouse environment, Roy is very specific about our dress code in the office. Women wear skirts (the shorter the better according to Roy) and men shirt and tie. The result of this was the when T was in the stocks we could all see her behind. This was summer and it was so hot that most of us women, including T went without hose. Today was no exception and we could all see the little red bikini panties she wore.

“Get that skirt out of the way Bill” Roy commanded.

T got a terrified look on her face, but with a smirk Bill complied, and I could see he brushed his hand across her pussy as removed her skirt.

“Boys” Roy said as he got up and walked around the stocks so he was standing at T’s bottome while he addressed Bill and Fred ”I asked for some help with this assignment. And I think that by what I present before you, you have an idea of what I need done. (for punctuation he slapped her behind) You have my permission to do whatever you think is a fit punishment for T (another slap). She really has been such a poor worker I think she needs a reminder of who is in charge and that she is here to be paid to do a job.” And with a final resounding slap he returned to his large leather desk chair to supervise and watch the “punishment”.

From my vantage point on the couch I could not only see T’s red face but the bulge in the boys jeans. Bill was still standing behind T and brazenly cupped his hand on her pussy…she screamed and them whimpered. Ignoring her he massaged her panty covered pussy, pushing a finger in now and again.

“Take them off” Bill said. He was also enjoying the scene, leaning back in his chair, gently stroking a growing bulge in his dress pants.

Bill swiftly ripped her panties off, leaving her bare pussy for every one to see. Fred wanted to get in on the act, he walked over to her side and grabbed a breast, twisting a nipple through her blouse. Bill’s hand returned to action, finger fucking her and of course in spite of the humiliation her pussy was getting wetter.

“What is this supposed to do!!” She screamed. 

“Get me hard, for one” Bill said. 

“This is what the punishment will be for those who refuse to improve their work, and after today I will expect you to report to work dressed appropriately and ready to do your work well. And for the next week, appropriately will mean no panties, and I will inspect. If your work does not improve we will have to make your punishment more public. Bill, please do continue, and Fred I think her blouse and bra are not necessary for this.”

T was now not only secured in the stocks but totally naked for all to see, and fondle. Even Red was enjoying this and the scent of sex filled the air. He had gotten up and wandered over to the stocks to see what exactly was going on. T was franticly trying to free herself, to no avail of course. She was in the stocks with one burly man mauling her breasts and the other at her pussy. Red was very interested and when Bill saw this he withdrew his hand and gave some space to Red to sniff and explore her body. He sniffed her all over and pushed his nose everywhere he could. He must have liked what he saw because his big wet tongue came out and licked her pussy tentatively but after that with more gusto, lapping and slurping, while the boys tweaked and almost mauled her breasts.

Even for me the scene was getting too hot and my hands were under my skirt fondling my wet pussy, while Roy now had his hard prick in his hand.

Back at the stocks Fred pushed Red out of the way to have his own turn at her pussy. Red must have been tired because he returned to his place on the floor by the desk. Fred had his own cock out and while he slurped at her pussy he was stroking himself. “Go ahead and do her hard” Said Roy.

Fred needed no more encouragement, stood up and with a quick thrust of his him slammed himself into her. I could see her shoulders hit the padded end of the stocks with each thrust of his hips. Bill was standing at her head and had shoved his prick into her mouth. She had no way to get away from him, although I could see that she was not really interested in sucking his prick she did so. Gagging from time to time. The scene was so hot, I couldn’t help myself, my pussy was so hot and I was fucking myself so hard….

I saw Roy at his desk and his big prick in his hand, I walked over to him and stood with my back to him almost in front of his chair. I didn’t want to block his view of Fred and Bill, put my hands on the desk and slowly leaned over so that my bum with my cum soaked panty covered pussy was right in front of him. He needed no more invitation and I could feel his hands explore what I had to offer. He took no time to pull my panties off replace his hand with his cock. It was stiffer than ever!! Roy pushed me over the desk and presented his prick my pussy hole and filled me. He fucked me while we both watched the “punishment area”.

Bill and Fred had now changed places with Bill this time presenting his huge prick to her bottom hole. Even in her state T whimpered “no” which went unheard and unheeded. His prick was wet with her saliva and with some of her own wetness smeared on her bottom he pushed in, not even her scream of pain stopped him. He battered her bum while Fred forced her to suck his prick on each stroke. Meanwhile Roy is doing delicious things to my hot pussy, reaching around to tweak my clit at the same time. 

The fucking continued this way for some time until I could almost feel a tension in the air as the three men approached their orgasms, and sure enough one after another they shot their loads, Roy into me, Bill into T’s innards and Fred pulled out to cum all over her face.

A moment of quite filled the room as Roy withdrew from me and returned his prick to his pants, the perfectly pressed kind with cuffs.

“T, I hope that you understand that I am serious about seeing an improvement in your work.” She gave him a decidedly dirty look, which he did not appreciate. “Well I guess we are not quite done here. T, I don’t think you understand how serious I am, Bill comer over so that T can clean you off. And I mean clean!!!” The look on T’s face was obviously one of fear and shock and when Bill presented his soft and soiled member to her she tried to get away but the stocks did their part and she had no choice but to comply. She did and then it was Fred’s turn, but really he was clean and her licking just made him hard again. ”Fred I see that you can continue this lesson, please do fuck her again, and hard…I know that I can count on you for that.”

Fred had no problem in complying, he went back around to the other side of the stock and with no preliminaries fucked her hard. His hand gripped her hips hard to pull them together in loud smacks at every stroke. We could all hear him slapping against her bottom until he was ready to shot his stream. Roy here interrupted “ Shoot your cum all over her”.

Fred was happy to comply and when he was ready to explode pulled out and gave her a shower of cum. T was not looking happy.

“T, I want you to understand that I expect your work to improve as well as your attitude or I will take this punishment out to the warehouse floor and it will not just be Bill and Fred but anyone who chooses to take his time with you.” She looked at him with scared eyes and nodded. 

“Boys, let her up and help her dress.” Bill and Fred let her out of the stocks and helped her on with her clothes but when Bill held her panties out to her Roy stopped him.

“Not those, give them here.” Roy held out his hand and Bill brought them over. ”Remember? No panties for a week, and I will inspect, and no discussion of what went on here today, no one will believe you anyway.”

With that, T was escorted from the office and back to her desk. I stayed back with Roy for a moment for a bit more of my own fun.

“Should I have taken minutes of this meeting?” I asked.

“Hmmm…I guess we should go over high points (he tweaked my nipples) of the meeting so that the minutes can be accurate.” His hand on my bare wet pussy “I think this was the first item on the agenda.” His middle finger was in my hot wet hole, “and we moved on to here.” His finger wiggled and trust in and out and then his hand ran the length of my pussy from clit to bum hole, tweaking that little entrance.

“Let me do a quick rundown of the other items,” and with that he stood up and kissed my deeply with one hand still on my pussy, and pushed me backward on the desk. Quicker than I had thought possible his prick was out and in me. Thrusting hard, his hands all over me. As he thrust in and out of me his breath became quicker as did mine…we came together…all over the desk. I think the cleaning woman would have fun time tonight.

“I think that that covers the high points of this meeting. I will need the minutes on my desk tomorrow morning.”

“No problem, will you need them in duplicate?”

Roy stopped to think a moment and finally said ”Yes I think I will need them in duplicate, right here on my desk.” He dipped his finger in the wet spot on his desk and brought it to his lips. ”Yes,” he said almost dreamily "in duplicate.” 



Punishment Become Pleasure With Sis



Hello dear readers how are you all? Here again I am back with a 100% true story.

I live in Pakistan with my family of 9 members. I have two brothers and four sisters a mom and a dad.

My three sisters are married only one sister is unmarried Name Laila age 19 chest 32 waist 28 hips 32 so smart slim white pinkish color tall like me 5 feet 9" so so cute and sexy with long black n brown hair.

I date with girls to make fun and to make love with them once I was with a girl at home all alone and my father caught me with the girl then throw me out mean he banned me come in home just live in my room which have three door one open in house one open in street and third open in washroom and washroom has two doors one for my room and one for house use.

Sorry as u know my English is poor so I am going to start my story in our Urdu.

Then I start living in my own room khana peena bazaar se kiun k ghar se sab contact khatam mere room ka door ghar se lock ho gaya aur kisi ko ijazat nahi thi mujh se baat karne ki ya milne ki aur mujhe ghar main jane ki bhi ijazat nahi thi.

Khair main akele apni life guzarne laga aura b girls ko bhi milna mushkil ho gaya tha because jaga ki bhai masla tha aur pocket money ka bhi.

Laila mujh se sab se ziyada pyar karti thi mean bhai behnoon main. Laila ko jab bhi mauka milta wo mujhe door open ker k kuch khane ko de jati aur kabhi door k neeche kaafi space thi wahan se de deti.

Laila jab kabhi bahut udas hoti aur room se aanay ka mauka na milta to wo nahane ka washroom jane k bahane wahan se mere room main aa jati aur mere sath baith k batain kar laiti.

Main apna sab brothers and sisters ko bahut pyar karta tha aur kiun k Laila sab se choti sister thi wo bhi mujhe auroon se ziyada pyari lagti.

Sisters main Laila sab se choti thi aur us se chota aik bhai tha.

Ud din main apne friends k sath bahar tha un main mera aik bahut hi nazdeeki friend bhi tha Ali.

Wo mera bachpan ka aur bahut acha friend tha. Jab hum wapas aa rahe the to us ne mujh se kaha k yaar teri to ghar se la taluki hay aur udher meri mom baat kar rahi theen teri sister k sath shadi ki lakin main ne mom ko mana kar dia kiun k main tujh se pehle baat karma chahta tha.

Yaar ye to achi baat hay lakin tu to janta hay mere father ka ghusa wo mujhe kabhi maaf nahi karain ge aur ager tum jao shayad wo meri waja se pehli baar hi mana kar dain phir aunty ko bhi bura lage ga. Acha don't worry dekhte hain kia hota hay aur mere aik cousin k sath bhi baat chal rahi thi pata nahi us ka kia bana khair don't worry I will let u know.

Next day main apne room main tha rest kar raha tha. Kuch dair baad mujhe choori ki khnn khnn sunai di.

( jab mujhe kuch zaroorat parti to main choori khanakne ki awaz sun k khans deta aur choori khankhane wali meri choti sister Laila thi.

Jab room main koi na hota aur mauka acha hota to wo apni chooriyan khankhati thi aur theek aisa hi wo jab washroom main aati tab karti thi.

Agar mujhe us se baat karni hoti milna hota ya kuch chahiye hota to main jawab main khans deta tha aur Laila samajh jati thi aur kabhi mere room main aa jati kabhi door k pass baith k pooch laiti thi)

Us din Laila k pass mauka tha to us ne room ka door open kia aur mere room main aa gae.

Laila: salam bhai kia haal hay?

I am fine sister tum kaisi ho?

Laila: bhai main theek hoon ji kia baat hay kuch chahiye kia?

Nahi bhaiya wo tum se aik baat karni thi tumhare liye aik proposal aaya hay mere friend Ali ka. Main ne socha pehle tum se pooch loon.

Laila: bhai meri to baat Cousin Atif se chal rahi hay aur papa bhi to nahi manain ge?

I know lakin us ne kaha k us ki mom aana chahti hain to main ne socha pehle tum se baat kar k pooch loon k tum kia chahti ho?

Laila: bhai sach kahoon to abhi aap baat na karain kiun k main bhi Atif k sath shadi karma chahti hoon lakin ager kismet main hua haan ager papa ne unko mana kar dia to aap Ali ki mom ko bhej dena mujhe koi aitraaz nahi ho ga kiun k wo ache log hain shayad papa maan jain is liye pehle Atif walay rishtay ka end dekh lain us k baad plz.

Its okay sister main tumhari khushi main khush hoon don't worry pehle to Allah kare tumhara wahin ho jay eager Khuda na khasta wahan papa ne mana kar dia to main Ali ki mom se kahoon ga wo aa jain gi okay?

Laila: ji bhai thanks.

Phir Laila chali gae.

Kuch din guzar gaye phir aik din main room main baitha tha k Laila ne apni chooriyan khankhaeen aur main ne khans dia. Jab mere sath koi hota to main nahi kahnsta tha aur jab akela hota tab ishara de deta tha.

Main khans k utha bahar wala door lock kia aur baith gaya kuch dair baad washroom ka null khula aur pani behne ki awaz aane lagi.

Phir Laila ne washroom ka door open kia aur room main aa k mere side pe baith gae.

Laila kia baat hay tum mujhe pareshan lag rahi ho?

Laila: bhai main Atif se shadi karma chahti hoon lakin mujhe nahi lagta papa maan jain is liye main thori udas hoon.

Main ne Laila k kandhe pe hand rakha aur usay tasali di.

Bhaiya don't worry sab theek ho jaye gat um kiun udas hoti ho aur abhi bahut dair hay abhi to tumhari umer bhi nahi hay shadi ki.

Phir meri nazar Laila ki chest pe gae aur mujhe achanak jhatka laga apni choti behn Laila k small boobs with out bra dekh kar Laila k boobs bahut chotay the aur nipple bhi chotay chotay aur pink color k the. Main samjha k Laila nahane aayi hay shayad is liye bra nahi pehna hua hay.

Meri to niyat kharab hone lagi apni choti behn k small but so so cute boobs dekh k dusera kisi larki ko touch kiye kaafi time ho gaya tha.

Main ne apna dusera hand Laila klieg pe rakha ghutne se thora ooper. Mera hand rakhte hi Laila ne meri taraf dekha lakin kaha kuch nahi aur khamosh baithi rahi.

Mera lun hard tha aur main ab apni pyari masoom choti behn ko feel kar raha tha not as a brother but as a lover.

Main Laila ki chaati bhi dekh raha tha aur khoob maza kar raha tha.

Phir Laila uth k washroom main chali gae aur nahane k baad room main change karne aayi. Change karne k baad Laila mere room main aa gae main laita hua tha to uth k baith gaya wo mere samne aa k baith gae.

Main ne apni choti behn Laila k dono han pakar liye aur usay dekhne laga lakin Laila mujhe nahi dekh rahi thi.

Main ne himmat kar k Laila se dheemi awaz main poocha.

Bhaiya kia main aik baat kahoon?

Laila: ji bhaiya kahain.

Apni ankhain close karo. Laila ne apni ankhain close ker leen aur main ne Laila k dono hands pe aik aik kiss kia aram se.

Laila kiss feel karte hi sharma gae aur mere hand apne hands main daba liye aura ram se khari ho gae.

Main bhi sath khara ho gaya aur jaisay hi hum poora khare ho gaye Laila aram se ghoom gae ji se mera aik hand jo Laila k hand main tha meri choti sister ki chect k darmiyan aa gaya.

Main hairan ho gaya kiun k Laila ne ab bhi bra nahi pehna hua tha tab main ne socha k meri behna k boobs abhi bahut chotay hain shayad is liye wo bra pehnti hi nahi hay wow.

Laila ki chest bahut soft thi mera lun hard ho gaya tha lakin main ne apna Lun Laila ki gand se peeche kia hua tha kiun k main apni choti behn ko darana nahi chahta tha shuru main hi sab kuch kar k.

Laila ne kuch dair mujhe hilne nahi dia aur hum usi position main khare rahe phir main ne Laila ki taraf dekha to uski aankhain band theen us ko sakoon mil raha tha meri bahoon main.

Khair main ne Laila ki back neck se hair move kiye aur aram se kuch kiss apni choti behn ki back neck pe kiye.

Laila ko bahut acha feel ho raha tha lakin mauka nahi than a hi time phir usay jana para aur wo sharma k sir jhuka k mere hand ko free kar k chali gae aur main kuch dair baad uth k bahar aa gaya.

Mere right testical main pain ho raha tha pehle to mujhe kuch samajh main nahi aaya to main apne papa k friend k pass gaya jo homeo pathic doctor hain.

Doctor sab mere right testical main bahut pain ho raha hay koi dawa dain.

Doctor: kia baat hay yaar kia koi xxx dekhi hay?

Nahi doctor sab.

Doctor: to kia kisi larki ko mil k aa rahe ho?

Ji mil k to aa raha hoon lakin kia kuch bhi nahi trust me.

Doctor: I know aisa usi haal main hota hay ager koi xxx movie ya girl k sath date ho per kuch na karo.

Ye lo dawa pi lo ager aram aa jaye to theek warna washroom jaa k muth laga dena ager koi na mile to.

Main ne dawa le li aur ghar wapis aa k apne room main baith gaya aur sochne laga k ab kia karoon hand practice to mujh se nahi honi thi.

Kuch dair baad main ne chooriyan khanakne ki awaz suni to fauran khans dia.

Laila hall ka door open ker k mere room main aa gae.

Laila ne white color k kapre pehne huay thay wo bahut pyari masoom aur sexy lag rahi thi.

Main ne Laila ko bazoo se pakar k apne bister pe lita dia aur khud us k ooper lait gaya mera lun hard tha aur main ne farigh hona tha.

Laila ne kuch nahi kaha aur khamoshi se laiti mujhe dekh rahi thi wo bahut masoom aur bahut ziyada sexy lag rahi thi us waqt phir main ne apne lips apni choti pyari behn Laila k lips pe rkh diye aur us k lips ko kiss karne suck karne laga.

Laila ne aankhain close ker deen aur main usay French kiss karta raha sath sath apna lun apni choti behn ki janghoon main ragarta raha.

Aik minute main hi mere lun ne pani chor dia aur main farigh ho gaya.

Jab meri sari cum nikal gae to main side pe hua aur Laila uth k chali gae.

Us k baad kuch din tak Laila mere room main nahi aae lakin hum signal dete the aik dusere ko.

Phir main ne aik letter likha aur jab chooriyan khankeen to main ne door k neeche se letter dia jo Laila ne le lia.

Laila mauka dekh k letter parhne lagi jis main likha tha.

Sister I am sorry mujhe us din pata nahi kia ho gaya tha aur main ne tumhain pakar k lita dia aur kiss karne laga lakin main ghalat nahi hoon plz mujhe ghalat na samjho main tum se bahut pyar karta hoon aur sirf tumhain khush dekhna chahta hoon.

Pata nahi kiun lakin tum mujhe bahut achi lagti ho shayad isi liye mujh se control nahi hua. Ho sake to mujhe maaf kar dena.

Tumhara bara bhai...

Next day Laila k signal k baad main ne signa dia to aik letter Laila ki taraf se mujhe mila door k neeche se.

Main ne letter open kia to likha tha.

Pyare bhai main naraz nahi hoon sirf mauka nahi mila aap se milne ka.

Us din jo hua main ne mind nahi kia lakin bhai aap to hawas se farigh ho gaye the sirf mujhe kiss karne se.

Main bhi aap se bahut pyar karti hoon aap ki choti pyari behn Laila.

Kuch hour baad washroom main koi enter hua pani khola aur phir mere room wala door open hua aur Laila ne mujhe washroom main aane ka ishara kia.

Main jaldi se utha aur washroom main chala gaya aur door close ker k neeche baigh gaya kiun k washroom main ghar ki taraf aik roshandaan tha khirki I mean.

Pani ki awaz kaafi thi phir bhi hum slow slow kaan main baat kar rahe the.

Main apni legs pe baitha tha ghutne khule the aur Laila mere ghutnoon k darmiyan baith gae. Main ne Laila ko apne galay se laga lia aur Laila ne apna head meri chest pe rakh dia.

Mera aik hand Laila k shoulder pet ha aur main apni behn k shoulder ko sehla raha tha.

Laila tum bahut pyari ho aur main tum se bahut pyar karta hoon plz kabhi bhi mujh se naraz na hona.

Laila: bhai main bhi aap se bahut pyar karti hoon aur main wada karti hoon k aap se kabhi naraz nahi hoon gi.

Main ne Laila ko apne seene k sath daba lia aur phir us ka face apni taraf ker k dekhne laga wo bahut masoom lag rahi thi sath sath bahut sexy bhi.

Mujh se bardasht nahi hua to main ne apne lips apni choti behn k lips pe rakh diye aur apna hard lun apni behn k jism pe ragarne laga.

Laila ne apne hand meri back pe rakh diye aur mujhe daba lia mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha Laila ka jism bahut hot tha.

Main apna hand move ker k Laila k right boob tak le gaya aura ram se apni choti behn ka chota boob pakar lia.

Laila ki sans garam aur tez ho gae aur main Laila k small tit k sath khelne laga sath apna lun bhi rub kar raha tha Laila k hips ki side pe.

Laila ka tit bahut soft tha chota sa mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha us ne bra nahi pehna hua tha.

Bhaiya tum bra nahi pehnti ho?

Laila: bhai abhi bahut chotay hain is liye nahi pehnti.

Kai main chota size laa doon ager pehna karo to?

Laila: ji bhai aap laa dain main khushi se pehnoon gi.

Main Laila ko kiss karne laga tit dabane laga lun ragarne laga mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha lakin time nahi tha to main wahin apni behn ko pyar karte huay farigh ho gaya.

Phir main utha aur apne room main aa gaya aur Laila naha k kuch dair baad washroom se bahar chali gae.

Main bahar nikla aur apne friend ki shop pe gaya aur aik acha sa small size bra 28 le aaya black color main.

Next day after our signal Laila hall se mere room main aa gae aur main ne usay galay se laga lia phir main ne apni pocket se packet nikal k Laila ko dia aur kaha ye lo main bra laya hoon tumhare liye.

Laila: bhai thank you so much you are so sweet to me.

Laila bahut khush hui aur bra le k chali gae.

Next day Laila washroom main aa gae aur mujhe signal dia main ne reply kia to us ne door open ker k kaha main naha k bra pehnoon gi main ne kaha nahi pehle pehno dekho size theek hay ya change karana hay to Laila ne kaha theek hay bhai aur door close ker dia.

Kuch dair baad meri behn ne door open kia aur mujhe kaha bhai mera hand nahi jaa raha kia aap meri help kar dain ge?

Main ne kaha okay kia main aa jaoon ander to wo sharma gae aur kaha nahi wait karain aur phir door close kia kuch dair baad Laila ne door open kia aur wahin khari rahi phir wo ghoom gae apni back meri taraf ker k kaha ab bra k hook laga dain.

Main ne Laila ki white slim kamar dekhi jo bahut pyari thi aik bhi nishan nahi tha bilkul white silky so slim n sexy kamar.

Main pass gaya aur bra k hook laga diye aur Laila ko kamar pe kiss karne laga Laila wahin khari rahi bilkul nahi hili aur main apna hand us ki kamar pe rub karne laga sath sath kiss bhi kar raha tha.

Laila pe black bra bahut pyara lag raha tha wo hay itni cute k us pe koi bhi color koi bhi cheez ya without any cloth bahut pyari lagti hay.

Phir wo chali gae aur main apne room main baitha raha.

Jab hum mil nahi sakte to letter likh k baat kar lia karte the us k baad kuch din hum nahi mil sake to hum ne letter likh k batain keen.

Laila ne mujh se limit poochi to main ne likha k sister main tumhain belly pait k ooper tak dekha karoon ga us se neeche nahi.

Laila: lakin bhai mujhe sharam aati hay aur bhai sach main aap neeche nahi dekha karain ge?

Nahi behna main neeche kabhi nahi dekhoon ga sirf ooper wala hisa mera lakin jab kabhi bahut dil kare ga to sirf touch kia karoon ga aur kuch nahi lakin tum ooper mujhe nahi rooko gi kabhi bhi aur sharam chore do sister I am your brother mujh se kia sharmana.

Usi din kuch dair baad Laila ne mujhe dobara washroom main bulaya aur main chupke se ander chala gaya Laila ne blue kapre pehn rakhe the main ne Laila ko apne galay se laga lia aur us ko face pe kiss karne laga her jaga lips pe nose pe eyes pe cheeks pe chin pe forehead pe ear pe neck pe every where on her face near her face.

Phir main ne Laila ki kameez main hand daala aur bra k ooper se us k tits ko dabane laga.

Laila: bhai aap ko main pyari nahi lagti mera jism ziyada pyara lagta hay.

Nahi bhaiya mujhe tum bahut pyari lagti ho aur jism bhi to tumhara hay is liye wo bhi bahut pyara lagta hay aur sister tumhara jism hay hi itna pyara to mujhe kaisay na pyara lage?

Phir wo sharma k chup ho gae aur main usay kissing karne laga kuch dair baad main ne Laila ki kaeez ooper ki aur apni choti beh ka sexy slim pait n belly button dekhne laga.

Laila ki belly aur belly button both bahut cute hain main ne Laila ki belly per kiss kiye aur belly button main apni zuban dal di.

Laila machalne lagi usay gudgudi aur maza dono aa rahe the main Laila ki belly ko kiss kar raha tha suck kar raha tha hand phair raha tha aur slow slow uski kameez unchi kar raha tha.

Lala ki kameez bra taka a gae thi aur main apni behn ko tits se thora neeche kiss karne laga suck karne laga aura ram se uski kameez mazeed ooper ker di ab Laila ki kameez uski neck taka a gae thi aur us k tits bra main qaid bahut pyare lag rahe the.

Laila ko bahut maza aa raha tha sath sharam bhi aa rahi thi meri choti behn ne apni aankhain close ker li theen.

Mera lun bahut hard tha aur Laila ki hips ki side main ghusa hua tha.

Mera haal behal tha kiun k itne pyare jism wali larki main ne aaj tak nahi dekhi thin na real main na hi films main sach trust me.

Ab main apni choti behn ko boobs se ooper wali jag ape kiss kar raha tha suck kar raha tha aur khoob maza kar raha tha.

Laila mazay main almost behosh ho chuki thi us ka head peeche ki taraf tha usko main ne sambhala hua tha us ka koi weight hi nahi tha bilkul slim larki choti umer smart sexy body bilkul weightless thi bilkul jaisay flowers ka guldasta ho.

Main ne Laila k boobs bra se bahar nikalne chahe lakin pehle main ne us k face ko dekha jo bahut sexy masoom lag raha tha us waqt Laila k lips open the sans bahut tez aur garam thi.

Phir main ne apni choti behn k jism ki taraf dekha to hairan ho gaya dosto us k pooray jism pe mere kiss k red nishan per gaye the wo itni sensitive itni soft nazuk thi k mere normal kisses se us k pooray jism pe nishan the.

Main ne aram se apni choti behn ka black bra move kia aur uf uff ufff us k pyare chotay tits bra se bahar aa gaye with white n pink nipples bilkul small nipples mere to mouth main pani aag gaya.

Main ne bina time waste kiye Laila ka right tit apne mouth main le lia aur mere mouth main aatay hi Laila ko jhatka laga aur us ne apna head utha k meri taraf dekha k us ka right tit poora mere mouth main hay aur main mazay se suck kar rhaa hoon.

Laila ne phir mazay se apna head neeche ker dia aur apne left hand se mera shoulder zor se pakar lia.

Main ne apni choti behn k right boob bahut hard suck kia kuch dair baad jab apne mouth se bahar nikala to wo bilkul red ho gaya tha bahut pyara lag raha tha aur main ne Laila ka left tit apne mouth main daal lia Laila k dono small nipples hard ho chukay the wo bahut mazay main thi.

Main apni choti behn k left boob ko zor se suck karne laga phir Laila ne jhatke se head ooper kia aur mere kaan main dheemi sexy awaz main kaha.

Laila: aah bhai bahut maza aa raha hay hmm bhai aah bhai zor se suck karo hmm bhai aah hmm bhai maza aa raha hay aah aah.

Sister tum bahut achi ho bahut pyari ho bahut hot ho sexy ho tum ne mujh pe jadoo kar dia hay sach main ab tumhare baghair main nahi reh sakta main tumhain aur bhi maza doon ga is se bhi ziyada jab bhi mauka mile ga meri behn.

Main ne dobara Laila k tits ko suck karna shuru ker dia aur bahut maza karne laga meri choti behn k tits aram se pooray mere mouth main aa jate aur un ko suck karne ka apna hi maza tha.

Laila ka jism tight hota jaa raha tha aur main usay ziyada se ziyada maza dene ki koshish kar raha tha main us k naram nazuk jism pe hand rub kar raha tha us k nipples ko boobs ko suck kar raha tha sath sath us k hips ki side pe apna lun ragar raha tha.

Kuch dair baad Laila dheeli par gae kiun k meri choti behn pehli baar release hui thi ab us ka jism dheela ho gaya aur sans tez usi waqt main bhi farigh ho gaya aur hum don one aik dusere ko tight pakar lia jakar lia.

Maza aaya meri pyari behn ko?

Laila: ji bhai maza to bahut aaya aap bahut ache hain sach I really love you and thank you so much for giving me the best pleasure ever.

Phir Laila ne mujhe pehli baar lips pe kiss kia aur main uth k apne room main aa gaya. Laila naha k kuch dair baad wahan se chali gae.

Raat ko mujhe Laila ka letter mila.

Pyare bhai kia haal hay. Main bilkul theek hoon. Aaj aap ne washroom main mujhe bahut maza dia mujhe abhi tak wo yaad aata hay to jism main ajeed feelings hone lagti hay.

Aap ne mujhe aaj bahut khush kia ab main aap ko kabhi nahi choroon gi jab bhi humain mauka mile ga hum aisay hi khoob maza karain ge.

Bhai aap ka wo mujhe hips pe bahut chubhta hay kia wo aap ko pain nahi karta? Wo itna hard kiun ho jata hay?