0 comments/ 51978 views/ 6 favorites The Punishment By: LadyMisha She lay trembling, wondering what He was going to do with her now. She had not been punished before for orgasming without His permission; she had never done that before. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, half in fear, half in anticipation. "You're going to be doing a lot of that before this night is over with, misha." he stated quietly. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, with a quiet command to stand by the edge of the bed, her legs apart. She got up off the bed awkwardly, standing as he'd commanded her. She began to tremble anew as she heard him rummaging around in the closet, muttering about fresh batteries. A single finger lifted her chin to his gaze. "You are mine. You belong to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. Today you took that pleasure without My permission. Do you deny it?" She shook her head. "You also know that you will be punished for that. You understand why, don't you?" She nodded. She felt his hands on her nipples. Pinching and tugging, she moaned softly. That moan turning to a whimper of pain as he twisted her nipples roughly. "I don't think I want you to forget about your nipples, misha. Maybe we should put something there to remind you of them." he said with a smile in his voice. Something cool was being smoothed onto her nipple... something... oh my god, she thought as the burn began. The other nipple was coated with the Tiger Balm as she squirmed from the heat traveling through her. He placed a strip of medical tape over them, locking the heat into her body. "How does that feel, misha?" She merely moaned in response. Suddenly she was dragged across his lap, facedown. "You will count each stroke of the paddle. When you are ready for the next, you will ask for the next. Do you understand?" She nodded, trembling, for she hated that paddle. She felt him spray cold water onto her bottom, bared to his eyes. The first slap of the paddle had her gasping at its intensity. Oh, dear god.... "One, Master. May I have another?" Slap! oh, god, how many more? "Nineteen, Master, may I have another?" Tears were streaming down her face as she said the words. Her bottom was on fire, and she was squirming with each descent of the paddle. He continually stopped, and watered her bottom between strokes, making each one seem that much harder. Slap! She screamed as the paddle came down once again, nearly jumping off of his lap. She lay gasping and trembling, breathing raggedly, trying to gain enough composure to speak. "I think that will be enough for now." he stated, running his hand over her bottom. She squirmed as the heat from his hand burned into her, searing her soul and igniting her clit to a frenzy. His finger slid down and touched her burning clit, nearly sending her through the roof. "Please Master!" "No, misha. I'm not done with you yet. You have to learn control." She felt a dildo slide between her lips, teasing her cunt by sliding up and down. She moaned, moving her hips with the motions of the dildo. She felt it slide up inside of her easily, she was so wet. She moaned in appreciation. "Thank you, Master!" "Don't thank me yet, misha. You haven't even begun to be punished!" was his reply. She felt him parting the cheeks of her bottom and slide a large plug into her. "Ohhh...." The plug had been coated with toothpaste. The burning from her ass, the plug, and her nipples made her cunt throb around the vibrator. She swore she could feel her heartbeat in her clit." Now, stand up, misha. "She felt him drawing something up her legs, attaching it to the dildo and the plug inside of her. "A little dab will do ya!" he joked as he smoothed some Tiger Balm over her ravaged clit. She was so close, she could have orgasmed if he would have kept his finger on her clit. He lifted the blindfold from her eyes and commanded her to look at what he was doing. Her eyes flared wide as she looked down to see a chastity belt around her waist, unclosed for now. He laughed as he saw her eyes fly to his face in wonder. "I don't think we'll need this either." he said as he tossed a small key onto the bedside table. "You are going to stay in this all night." The click of the belt sounded like thunder to her ears. As soon as the lock closed, there was a different sensation. Her knees buckled as the dildo began to vibrate inside of her, the plug swelling slightly and vibrating as well. She fell forward into her Master's arms, thankful for his support as her body betrayed her. She felt the beginning of an orgasm hitting her, her muscles clamping down on the dildo. As suddenly as it had begun, the vibrating stopped. She moaned and whimpered, hearing his laughter in her ear. "Isn't that wonderful? It will stop vibrating when you are close enough for your muscles to flutter around it. But, it will start again, when you have recovered..." Sure enough, the vibrations started again, and she moaned, wondering how long she would endure this exquisite torture. He gave her collar a tug, bringing her eyes to meet his. "Get dressed, misha, we're going out" She didn't know where they were going. She didn't really care. Her body and mind were otherwise occupied. Her Master had laid the seat completely back and had buckled her in Himself. "This way I have full access to you while we drive. Isn't that nice, misha?" he asked, climbing into the driver's seat. "Yes, Master." came her quiet response. It was so hard to talk with her body in such a state. Her mind was floating... somewhere in that abyss called subspace. His hands continued to tease her as He drove, his fingernails scratching across the tape on her nipples or reaching over to pat the chastity belt, just above her clit, making her arch up to him. The vibrations thrilled through her, bringing her to the edge, only to stop short of going over. He pulled the car to a halt and ordered her to sit up. Looking around, she recognized the restaurant they frequently chose. He slipped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists and led her inside. The waitress who seated them looked strangely at her, seeing the almost dazed expression on her face, but said nothing. The handcuffs were not visible under the long sleeves of her dress. She wondered idly if the waitress could hear the hum of the vibrators or smell the lingering scent of Tiger Balm. What would the waitress do if she saw her handcuffs? Her Master ordered the meal for them, taking the time before the meal came to whisper in her ear of things he knew turned her on. How He was going to spank her with His hand, flog her, crop her, place the clamps on her nipples and crop them as well. She lost track of how many times the vibrators shut themselves off. She was so close she could have cum at His word alone. But that was not going to be granted to her until she had earned it and pleased Him well. His hand strayed to her cunt, protected by the chastity belt, lightly slapping over it. He enjoyed the sight of her straining for control, desperately trying to hide from the other patrons her predicament. Her punishment. Their dinner arrived, all finger foods. Her Master fed her Himself, having her lick his fingers clean. She put her all into sucking His fingers, trying to tell him without words how much she wanted to do this elsewhere on His body. She had wrapped her tongue around His finger, and was sucking with gusto when the waitress appeared, asking if their meal was satisfactory. Her Master withdrew His finger, causing a loud "pop" from her. He grinned at the waitress, quipping "Finger licking good!" as misha began to cough, mostly from embarrassment. Her hands went automatically to cover her mouth and saw the waitress's eyes widen when she noticed the glint of silver between her wrists. The waitress gave them a confused smile and then directed a quizzical look at misha as she went to her other tables, glancing back frequently at them. "I think she's catching on to us." her Master grinned, turning to misha and giving her a warm smile. "I wonder what she'd say about your vibrators? Or maybe about the Tiger Balm on your nipples?" "I don't know Master." misha replied. "Maybe she would perk over it, like me?" Her Master merely smiled at this, reaching down to pat her over her clit, through the belt. He continued to feed her the meal, taking his time. Their waitress had gathered with a small group of other waiters/waitresses from the restaurant, and now they were all looking curiously at the two of them as they went about their duties. "I think it's time for dessert, misha." He tossed the money onto the table and assisted her from her seat, for her legs were trembling so badly, she could not walk without His support. He led her back to the car and fastened her in, the same as before. Driving with one hand on the wheel and the other roaming over her as He pleased. A storm had rolled in, and misha could feel the electricity in the air, adding to her deliciously tormented state. The thunder rolled in the distance as he pulled to a stop and led her inside and downstairs. "Undress." As she moved quickly to do His bidding, He removed the handcuffs and replaced them with leather restraints. She felt his hands slowly removing the tape from her nipples, the air against her skin causing her to gasp and making the vibrators within her stop yet again. Oh, dear god, if only.... her mind could not complete the thought. Thunder crashed again as she felt herself secured against a St. Andrew's Cross. A small yelp escaped her lips as she felt Him attach weighted clamps to her nipples, giving each one a swing before moving behind her again. She moaned and squirmed as He began to flog her, first with a soft suede slowly graduating to a latigo leather. He smiled as He pulled her favorite out of His bag of toys, a flogger made of long rubber strips, about 12 inches in length. "Master!" she squealed as the first of many strokes kissed her inflamed skin. The storm raged outside, competing with the tempest building inside of her. She felt herself so close, so on the edge, oh god, teetering on a cliff. She struggled with her body, trying to keep from displeasing Him again, but, oh, god, the sweet, sweet torment of it all! A tortured moan was dragged from her throat as the flogging stopped and fire began to make a slow trail over her body. Her Master was rubbing her skin with a silk handkerchief, the heat from His hand flaming through the silk and searing her soul. "Master please!", she begged, sobbing out to him. He moved to the front of her, looking deeply into her eyes. "Are you learning yet, misha? You do not take your pleasure. I alone give it to you." He cupped her breasts in His hands and squeezed them gently, moving slowly to her nipples and toying with them as he pleased flicking the weights back and forth with his fingers. "Yes, Master!" she gasped, her body straining against her bonds to be closer to Him. He kissed her then, long and hard, drinking in her complete surrender to Him, her Master. "You make me proud to call you mine, misha." He whispered in her ear. He removed the clamps with a sharp tug, pinching both of her nipples painfully hard, uttering a single word, "Cum".... at His command she exploded, screaming and mindless, crying out to Him, shuddering and gasping. Her entire body spasming around the dildo and plug, feeling the burning spreading from her nipples to her clit. Wave after wave of sensation hit her, each cresting higher than the last. When the waves receded and the low rumble of thunder spread into the silence, she heard a voice from far away whisper, "Thank you, Master." The Punishment Sheila fretted on her Master's bed. She lay face down into the pillow, her wrists cuffed to her ankles. Her bared bottom was high in the air making her vulnerability and shame complete. She had been in this position many times before awaiting her Master's pleasure. But tonight was very different as she had angered her Master like never before. She had gone too far tonight and His face had been purple with rage. One look from Him had her hurrying home from the party in some distress. The night had began well enough with Master taking her along to meet His many friends, the majority being Masters like Himself accompanied by their slaves. It was Sheila's first party and she was determined to make Him proud of her and also to have a good time. She dressed very carefully in her black leather mini skirt and matching halter-top. She wore thigh high leather boots and wore her favourite gold Celtic jewelry, which Master had given to her when He had collared her and made her His slave. Her full lips she coloured fuchsia pink to match her nails. There was one thing missing, but Master came in and adorned her neck with His collar. She was complete. He smiled at her and she her eyes shone, as she knew He was pleased with her appearance. The taxi whisked them away to the grand old Country House and she walked in behind Him, her head bowed. She was introduced to His friends and then after the buffet the men retired to play snooker and smoke cigars and the slaves chatted excitedly amongst themselves, about their favourite punishments and the like. Sheila was having a great time and they encouraged her to drink wine with them and not wanting to appear different she drank many glasses. This was the point when things started to go badly wrong. She was unused to drinking alcohol and it rapidly loosened her tongue and her more usual quiet reserve. She was relishing being with other slaves and had never giggled so much in her life. By the time the Masters rejoined them Sheila was well and truly drunk. She was unaware that she was talking louder than anyone else was and was also staggering to some extent. She saw a flicker of annoyance in her Master’s eyes but took no notice. Why couldn’t He let her enjoy herself for once? She started to goad him, mocking him, saying out aloud that He was too stuffy to enjoy himself and spoiled all her fun. This behaviour at a formal party was unforgivable in any circumstance, but for a slave to address her Master in such a manner was treacherous. Unfortunately worse was to come. Sheila moved forward toward her Master ‘insisting’ He get her another drink. As she stepped towards him proffering her empty glass she lost her balance and ended up face down on the floor at His feet. Her skirt was up around her waist and made no secret of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. She suddenly felt disorientated and proceeded to be sick on her Master’s shoes. Her humiliation was complete, not to mention that of her Master. As she struggled vainly to get back up her white rounded bottom was thrust upward for all to see. Her legs were spread and her shaven pussy lips, moist and pouting. Everyone had a perfect view of the puckering of her tight asshole and the bright pink inner lips leading to her gaping cunt, as she swayed on all fours. She was vaguely aware of the other slaves tittering, but also of Masters tutting and saying how they were glad she didn’t belong to them. One even commented that her Master had been too lenient with her and had no idea how to train slaves properly. When she heard this she started to sob uncontrollably, now fully aware of the shame she had brought upon her Master. He pulled her up by the hair and nearly dragged her out of the room and into an awaiting taxi. Her pleas of sorry fell on deaf ears. He didn’t even look at her, never mind speak to her, all the way home. She was then thrown unceremoniously down onto His bed and bound in the way she now found herself. Her head was still spinning and she felt nauseous. She couldn’t tell how long she had been there but it felt like forever. Her body ached all over from the continued forced position she found herself in. She remembered her Master saying something about needing to consider her punishment carefully after He had calmed down and then leaving her in the darkened room. By the time He returned she was distraught, imagining what painful punishments lay in store for her, but mostly her distress was due to the hurt she knew she had caused Him. She blamed the drink, the other girls, but knew in her heart it was all her own doing and she had no excuse worth listening to. She looked into His eyes, still black with anger, but also sadness. Her own large desolate eyes pleaded silently for leniency and forgiveness, none of which she found. Finally she spoke, ‘Are you going to beat me severely Master? I know I deserve it and am so sorry. Please discipline me and make me Your good slave again.’ He looked down at her pitiful appearance; her eyes were streaming with tears forcing her mascara to run down her cheeks and her lipstick smudged over her mouth. His eye cast over all the implements of punishment that covered the walls of His bedchamber. But instead of choosing one He walked towards her and removed His collar from her neck. ‘You are not fit to wear this’, He said, looking coldly into her eyes. He then turned and walked out the room. He heard her anguished wailing into His pillow long into the night, until exhaustion finally overcame her and she fell into a fitful sleep. She truly thought He had abandoned her and the overwhelming sinking feeling she felt, was like nothing she had experienced before. Unbeknown to her however, her Master had already decided to give his foolish slave another chance, but knew this was the cruellest punishment He could inflict on her – that of rejection. She needed to be taught a hard lesson today. He smiled to himself as He imagined how grateful she would be in the days and weeks ahead when she realised He was giving her the opportunity to redeem herself. She would greet him every morning on her knees, and without being asked suck greedily on His cock in an attempt to make amends. He would make her suck until He came, sometimes making Her swallow every drop while He lashed those delicious sensitive buttocks of hers, or other times cover her face and breasts with His cum. He wouldn’t weaken and tell her that He had completely forgiven her. He loved her to distraction and couldn’t imagine a body He would rather punish. Sheila apart from being the most obedient slave a Master could ever wish for has never been drunk again from that day to this... The Punishment She opened the front door, she had had a nice day shopping and was looking forward to trying on her new purchases. As she put a foot on the stairs she heard a voice call her from the living room...she froze, then with a weary sigh went into the room where he was sitting facing her on a hard backed chair. "Where have you been?" He demanded. "Shopping" she replied with a slight tremor in her voice. "Show me" he said. She took the set of cream underwear from her bag, pretty, embossed with a delicate pattern. She held them up for his inspection with a trembling hand. "Did I give you permission to spend money?" He asked "No" she replied meekly. "Put them on" he ordered. She did as she was told and stood before him with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and pleasure causing her stomach to churn. She slowly revolved in front of him, hoping he would at least be pleased with what she had bought to please him. He looked at her for several long minutes. "You know I would have preferred black" he said. "And you know what happens when you don't do things exactly to my liking?" "Yes" she replied, looking at the floor, and awaiting her next order. "What happens when I am displeased?" "I deserve to be punished." "Then prepare!! " He barked at her. She walked to the corner and fetched a low stool with brass handles on either side, she placed this next to him, then walked around to the other side of him and stood awaiting direction. With a flick of his head he motioned that she should lie across his lap, which she did without question and without a word. Leaning over she grapsed the handles of the stool, and for several minutes she lay there in silence until she could feel beads of sweat forming on her brow. Suddenly and without warning he brought his hand down smacking her sharply on her bottom, she gasped and flinched with shock. "Shhh..." He warned. "Not a sound and not a movement or it will be worse for you." He looked at the red mark appearing on her smooth flesh, and bending his head he kissed the mark tenderly. "Have you been punished enough?" He asked. She quietly shook her head. Smack!! " I said don't move" he intoned quietly. He traced a line with his finger down her spine, slowly sensuously, she quivered involuntarily as his finger continued down the crack of her arse finding the warmth between her legs. He pulled aside the flimsy material of her new thong and worked a finger inside her. "You are wet you dirty bitch!! " He cried. "How dare you enjoy my touch without my permission!" Smack!! She arched her back. He bent his head and with his tongue began to lick her bare arse while all the time moving his finger within her. She felt his breathing begin to quicken, she was deperate to move her hot pussy against the probing of his finger but knew that if she did he would punish her in the way he knew would hurt her the most...he would play with her for hours like this, but always deny her the final release, leave her so hot and wet inside and with the gnawing pain of unreleased passion tearing at her insides. Torture indeed. He reached down and pulled aside her bra, felt for the nipples he knew would be erect and hard. Smack!! "You filthy little bitch, you are enjoying this!" Smack!! She had tears in her eyes and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, but the pain on the bare flesh of her arse was nothing to the fire inside her wet cunt...the throbbing of her clitoris a delicious sweet pain. He again bent his head, and began to bite her, softly at first then harder as she felt his hard cock rising against her breasts. He pulled the throng down until she was exposed to him. "Open your legs" he ordered. "As wide as you can." This she did without question. He put his thumb inside her and began to massage her G-spot, a finger each side of her clitoris rubbing slowly. Her eyes opened wide as she gave an gasp, and gripped the handles of the stool. "I told you...don't move and don't make a sound, bitches like you who don't do as they are told don't deserve pleasure." She slumped across his lap again silently praying for him to let her come. "Please, please, please let me come, fuck me with your fingers " was the silent litany running through her mind. He continued the pleasure/torture process, her juices cascading across his palm, him feeling the throbbing inside her as her climax was building. His cock now rigid and swollen pressing into her breasts. She held on tightly to the stool, biting her lip, eyes tightly shut...the self control she had to maintain to stop from bucking her hips and screaming immeausrably painful. As he felt the first wave begin to course through her he grabbed her by the hair, and withdrawing his hand forced her head into his lap. "Suck me bitch" he said in a husky voice " Suck me good or I swear to God I will do more things to hurt you than you can imagine." She greedily swallowed his hot throbbing cock, so eager to please him, desperatly praying he would give her release this time too, she sucked him ,her lips a frenzy , her tongue like a snake eager to devour him, she felt him stiffen knew he would come, but would he let her? He spurt his hot come deep into her throat. "Suck harder you filthy whore" he cried. She sucked him harder and deeper than she had ever done before licking and slurping at his throbbing cock, greedily gulping down every last drop of his sweet cum. He threw his head back gave a deep moan of ecsatcy moving her head up and down on him tightly grasping her hair. When he had finished he still held her there while he caught his breath. Then he suddenly pulled her right over his lap again and began to rain a succession of short sharp slaps over her tender behind. She opened her legs wider for she knew this meant she had satisfied him, each slap making her tingle deep within, her juices beginning to run down her thighs, sticky and hot. "Moan" he ordered. "Show me you are grateful." With a great sense of relief she let out a deep groan. "Thankyou baby, thankyou" she cried. Tell me what you want." He said. " Oh yes, baby, yes, yes yes just fuck me with your fingers hard, please!" She cried" "Do what you were doing before!!" He thrust his thumb hard into her again, rubbing her clit so hot and swollen between his fingers, feeliing her writhe and squirm beneath him. As again he felt her orgasm building he pinched and twisted her nipples hard, rammed his thumb deep within her. She screamed his name as he pulled her arse up towards him, sucked and licked her arse biting harder. " Oh my fucking God!!Jesus!! She screamed at the top of her voice, "Fuccck me ...fuck me more more please!!" Suddenly he felt the explosion coming up from her womb, at the same time he bucked himself against her tits the hard hot swollen nipples rubbing against his throbbing head, as she came with a scream and a gush of hot sweet fanny juices he exploded himself, cumming hard and fast against her tits covering her nipples with hot spunk, he rubbed the cream into her face, making her clean every last drop from him . Both of them sated he pushed her from his lap and left her a crumpled heap on the floor. The Punishment When I was 18, I used to go swim lengths at the local indoor pool to try to put some muscle on. Often there would be a guy there in his early 30's swimming lengths, sometimes with his wife. He was about my height with the same build and he too was improving his endurance and putting on some muscle. Phil and I would often talk in the locker room after our swims and occasionally I would speak with his wife, Trish who was shy, but with a gorgeous body. She wasn't comfortable showing it off, but Phil bought her presents and things she liked so she would wear the skimpy suits. But almost always she would have a towel covering some of her. Over the months I learned that he was making quite good money at his high tech job, but he was tight with his money. Trish worked as a secretary and loved to spend. As well I learned that their sex life was so-so after 6 years of marriage. He learned I was hoping to start college in the fall but still hadn't had a steady girl and was still a virgin. For a couple of weeks he had been complaining that Trish had been overspending her credit cards and he didn't know how to stop her. Then one evening I went for a swim and Phil wasn't there but as I left the pool his car pulled up and he said he'd give me a ride. In the car he explained that he had come up with a punishment for Trish for overspending and asked me to help out, the only condition being that I couldn't say a word or make a sound once I was in their house and I had to follow his hand signals. Phil said he and Trish were into playing sex games and not to be surprised when I saw her tied to a bed. I carefully followed Phil into their house and down into a windowless basement room and there on a bed was Trish, spread eagled with her arms and legs tied to the corners with soft cord. To my disappointment she wasn't naked but wearing an old pair of sweat pants and a long sleeved tee shirt. She had a black mask covering her eyes and a pair of earphones over her ears with slow music playing in them. We came in very quietly and Phil touched her and she moved in a bit of surprise and asked if it was Phil. He lifted one of the ear phones and said he had returned and her punishment would begin. He told her he had brought a friend who would now rub her all over. He put the earphones back on, and backed away motioning me forward and signaling me to start with her arms. I reached forward and slowly rubbed up and down the nearest arm over her tee shirt then slowly carried on to her shoulders. Phil motioned to me not to touch her breasts so I circled them, rubbing her flat tummy. I rubbed her legs and the inside of her thighs but didn't rub over her clit. I worked back up to her face and her hair, touching her skin for the first time making my hard on even harder in my pants. Phil motioned me away then lifted the earphones and said his friend would now get more intimate. With this I started rubbing her breasts and could feel her nipples get hard through her tee shirt. Phil then signed that I should run my hands down her stomach and then over her sweat suit covered crotch. I slowly rubbed and almost came in my pants. Phil then motioned me back and he lifted the ear phones. Now he said my friend will become a little bolder and he signaled me to run my hands up under her tee shirt. At last I was touching real flesh and her boobs but Phil wouldn't let me pull up her tee to see her breasts. I had only touched a teenage girls boobs once in my life for 2 seconds. Even though I couldn't see them, this was heaven, slowly squeezing, rubbing and feeling her erect nipples. At last I ran my hands down towards her crotch and came across a pair of crotchless panties under the sweat pants. My fingers started exploring and soon found all the nice warm, moist folds which I touched slowly and gently then harder and faster. When I stuck a finger all the way in and explored deeper inside I heard the first moan from Trish. I rubbed and explored and almost came in my pants. Trish was moaning more and more and this excited me to see I could get a grown women sexually turned on. I didn't realize it then but now, 20 years later and much more experienced I realize that she was just about to come when Phil caught my eye and got me to stop. Phil lifted the ear phones again and said that had really got her going but she was going to have to wait a while as part of her punishment and Phil led me from the room and shut the door. We went upstairs and he was beside himself with excitement. Its working he kept whispering. She thinks its me and that there isn't anyone else. After 5 minutes we went back into the room Phil told Trish to hold still. He then handed me a pair of scissors and motioned me to cut off the old sweat pants. I folded back the old sweats revealing a see through pair of red crotchless panties covering some of Trish's shaved clit. I ran the closed scissors over the outside of her clit and saw her shiver as the cold metal touched her warm moist flesh. I couldn't resist and I started fingering her and getting her moaning faster and faster and again Phil stopped me just as her moans quickened. Phil then lifted the earphones and told her that his friend was now disrobing and described to her the hard bobbing cock had been at last released. He said his friend was virgin so this might be quick. He replaced the earphones and signaled me to go to it. I climbed onto the bed kneeling between her legs looking at the folds of her clit covered by the red nylon. I pushed the nylon aside then started to slide my cock into a warm, moist, welcoming cunt for the first time. I lay down on her and like the 18 year old virgin I was, began pounding away at her cunt with wild abandon. Trish moaned louder and louder and very quickly with a deep hard thrust I shot my load. I pumped a few more times and she let out a high pitched moan of pleasure and I collapsed on her. After about 30 seconds, Phil motioned me to pull out. He then told Trish that he will show his now non-virgin friend to the door and be back for action himself. Two minutes later I was standing on the curb in front of their house waiting for a taxi hardly believing I'd lost my virginity just minutes before. Two days later Phil was at the pool with Trish. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, especially her bikini bottoms while I remembered what a lovely site was hidden by that thin layer of cloth. In the change room Phil told me Trish had no idea another guy had fucked her. Phil said after I left he d humped Trish for another hour while she was tied up and blindfolded. He explained that Trish had insisted that his "friend" not see her breasts while she was punished as she was shy. She told him she knew it was Phil because his "friend" was the same weight and size (this is why I had noticed Phil checking out my equipment once in the locker room). And besides she said, his "friend" smelled of the chlorine from the swimming pool, just like Phil does after swimming. Phil then told me the news I had fantasized about for two days. The next punishment session was to be the next night. This session was much like the first one, she was tied up spread eagled, blindfolded with music playing through her earphones. This time she was wearing a summer dress which buttoned down the front. I unbuttoned it all and saw her breasts enclosed in a sheer white bra. I also lasted longer and rubbed my cock on her flat stomach. During the third session, I got to cut off her bra. For the first time Trish said something and complained that it was her favorite bra. I didn't listen as I quickly licked and sucked her naked nipples. The fourth time, about two weeks after my first, Phil told me there would be no preliminaries and that I should be ready to screw when we opened the door. That was easy, as I was already quite stiff with anticipation. When we walked in she was tied, blindfolded and covered with a blanket which he pulled off exposing her completely naked. I climbed on the bed and quickly slipped into her, even though she was still a bit dry. She quickly lubricated while I pumped away hard and fast. After a few minutes of humping and pounding I thrust in deep and exploded while squeezing her breasts very hard. I got off and for the first time with me there, Phil, who had stripped while watching, climbed on and pounded away just as I had. Trish complained but Phil kept up his hard humping. Only after he came did he tell Trish that this was punishment and she couldn't always enjoy it. That was the last session for two months. Phil told me at the pool that she wasn't spending like she used too. Then there were several birthdays in her family and she overspent her credit cards again. This time there were to be five punishment sessions with her tied and blindfolded and being screwed by Phil's "friend". I got my cock sucked each time, exploding in her mouth and over her face and tits. Phil told me that Trish still thought it was only Phil fucking her and that all his exercising meant he could recover quickly. I didn't see Phil or Trish at the pool much that fall but early in the new year, Phil told me Trish had gone overboard on Xmas shopping and she was in for tough punishment for six sessions. The first four sessions took place every other day and were much like the earlier ones with some cock sucking and slow and quick fucking. For the fifth one I was surprised to see Trish tied up face down with a couple of pillows under her hips, highlighting her beautiful cunt and ass. This time Phil went first and humped her cunt doggy style. He then handed me a tube of lubricant and motioned me to grease up my hard pole. That's when I realized I was going to fuck her ass. I climbed on the bed and slapped my hard pole down on the crack of her ass and slowly rubbed it back and forth on it. Trish squirmed a bit. Then when I started to push my cock head into her ass, Trish, surprised, said "Phil, that's the wrong hole, fuck me doggy style in my cunt again." Phil signaled me to get off the bed. Then he took off the earphones and told her his friend was an anal virgin and that as she had taken his virginity with her cunt, she should also take his virginity this way. He then waved me up again. This time I poked the head of my hard on into her cunt and she relaxed a bit. I slowly pumped a bit, then withdrew and started to push it into her ass. This time she swore at Phil, telling him that she had done it the once when he had bought her a car but she didn't want to do it again. Phil waved me down, then spoke to her saying this was part of her punishment and to stop her from complaining he would gag her if she spoke again. I climbed back up, took a bunch of strokes in her cunt and she started to get hot and moan. I then pulled out and tried to push into her ass only to have her squirm and swear again. I hopped off and Phil pulled out a cloth and gagged her. Again I climbed back up but this time went straight for her ass, holding her hips firm on each side to stop her squirming while I pushed my way in. I could hear her muffled voice through the gag. Once I was half way in, Phil motioned me to stop pumping for a bit. Trish was still trying to squirm and was cursing through the gag. But with me motionless, she slowly calmed down and relaxed a bit. I slowly started humping and heard her whimpering a bit. I kept pumping harder and faster and then she stiffened and let out a muffled scream when I thrust hard and shot my jeeze deep into her. The next day I saw them at the pool. Trish was walking a bit gingerly and Phil told me he had come in her ass twice after I had left. She still had no idea she was servicing two cocks but she was pissed at him for the anal session even though she knew she was being punished. Phil said next week is the grand finale of her punishment. This time Trish was on her back and not only were her wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame, there were several soft, but strong cords holding her thighs down, one over her waist, one over her chest and one on each arm. She could barely move. Her blind fold was still on. Phil started the session off with each of us sitting on her chest getting a blow job with us coming on her face and hair. We then each fucked her missionary style long and hard. Phil then took off the ear phones completely and told her we were going to fuck her with different items. Phil shoved a vibrator into Trish and she came twice. She complained a bit about the carrot and swore at Phil when he shoved a long thin English cucumber way up her cunt. In reaction, he lubed up the carrot and then shoved it into Trish's ass. He then told her he was going to fuck her with a bottle. She was swearing a blue streak as he pumped a coke bottle in and out of her. We then took a break in the kitchen leaving her with the carrot in her ass and the vibrator humming in her cunt. Phil told me that when we returned Trish would find out for sure that she had been taking two cocks all along. We went back into the room and pulled out the thick stubby carrot and the vibrator. Trish relaxed and calmed down. Phil said, "Trish I know you didn't believe me when I said I had a virgin fucking you. I choose a virgin so he could screw you without a condom and we wouldn't have to worry about STDs. Now you are going to find out for sure that you've been being punished by two cocks. Suck her tit." With that I started licking around her nipple and sucking on it. When I had much of her breast in my mouth. Phil said "I must be a ventriloquist if I can suck your tit and talk at the same time." He then started to suck her other tit. I could feel Trish go stiff with the shock and realization that she was lying there naked, blindfolded, tied up tight with a man sucking each of her breasts. Our hands roamed all over her and my fingers started working on her cunt as Phil squeezed her nipples with his fingers. She started protesting saying stop it, she tried to twist away from my fingers but the cords held her tight. Then she said Phil stop it, stop it now and he took his hands off her breasts but he nodded at me to keep going. She asked Phil, are those your fingers in me and he whispered "No" right in her ear. I felt her body stiffen and her cunt squeezed my fingers to try to get them to stop while she shouted to get those fingers out. I stopped and looked at Phil. Trish said "Enough is enough" but Phil replied "This is your last punishment session and it must be finished." Trish almost in tears said this wasn't fun any more and she didn't want to finish. She told Phil to cover her up so the stranger wouldn't see her naked. Phil didn't answer but climbed on her and stuck his hard cock into her cunt and started humping away He squeezed her breasts and said it was him now fucking her and she should moan with enjoyment. He slowed down his humping and kissed her neck and ears and stroked her hair. As she realized for sure it was Phil in her, she stopped her sobbing and started to heat up and moan. He got her off once then kept on till he came and collapsed on her chest. He rolled off and gently cuddled her. After a couple of minutes he motioned me to get on. She felt the bed shift as I positioned myself and said "No, No, NO!" not hysterically but with an almost commanding tone. I slipped the head of my cock into her now sloppy cunt and Phil told me to stay there don't move. Then he told Trish "This isn't a stranger, you took his virginity last summer and screwed him and blown him many times since. You've loved his cock in you and loved your punishment. In an hour your punishment is over. I'm leaving the room now and for the first time he will have you completely to himself." He got up and said see you soon as he shut the door and left. The tip of my hard cock was still in Trish but I was motionless, trying to think what to do, as was Trish. She tried her commanding tone saying "Pull out of me" which I did. She started asking who I was and told me to untie her. Phil had warned me not to speak so I stayed quiet but let my fingers start roaming gently over he naked body, avoiding her breasts and cunt. Then I stroked her hair and kissed her neck and cheeks. She started to try to negotiate saying she would give me a blowjob if I would untie her. Without saying anything, I sat on her chest and stuck my cock on her lips, which parted and she started to slowly suck and lick it. After a few minutes I pulled my cock away from her lips and started to kiss and caress her breasts. She said what about our deal but I kept exploring her and soon my fingers were rubbing her cunt again while I sucked her breasts. She tried to get me to take my fingers out by saying she knew I was a nice gentle guy by the way I stroked her hair and kissed her neck. So I stopped fingering her but kept running my hands over her body and rubbing my cock on her breasts. She kept saying nice things and asking me to untie her. Then my hand fell on the vibrator. I stepped away from the bed and lubed up the vibrator. Trish thought I was done and ordered me to send in Phil to untie her. I didn't. I slowly started to rub the vibrator around her cunt and ass. She squirmed and protested when I put the tip in her cunt. So I pulled it out and shifted lower and slowly shoved it into her ass. She shouted at me to get it out but I left it there and, as I was already between her legs, I started to rub my cock on her cunt lips. She started trying to make a deal again, promising me a blow job every day for the next week, then month if I didn't fuck her again. As tempting as it was, I pushed my hard cock head into her slowly as she kept up her swearing and shouting at me. This made me harder and I started to pound my cock into her harder and harder. I sped up, I slowed down. I felt her squirm and try to twist and turn to get me out of her but the cords held and she couldn't get away. She swore and threatened and started sobbing. Through all this I just kept stroking in and out. I could last a lot longer now than when I was a virgin. I stopped and rested a while, not wanting to blow my load too soon and she stopped protesting. I started up again and while I humped her hard and furious I heard a faint moan which grew and grew and finally when I blasted my load into her she also climaxed hard. I collapsed on her and rested for a couple of minutes, my cock still twitching in her cunt. Trish's breathing slowed then in icy tones told me "I may have come physically but I didn't enjoy it and I want you out of me now!" I slowly pulled my semi-hard cock out as far as its head. She ordered "All of it." I guessed I had a couple more minutes left in the hour and I wanted to use them. So I rammed my cock in. I could feel all the cum in her cunt squish and ooze which hardened me. "Stop" she asked then begged but I kept pumping until Phil opened the door and said "Punishment time is over." I thrust in deep a couple more times then pulled out of Trish for the last time, shot my load on her stomach, got dressed and left without saying a word. A week later at the pool, Phil told me Trish had finally agreed to stop being angry with Phil. She admitted she had agreed to the punishment of screwing someone else blindfolded and Phil hadn't lied as he always told her someone else was screwing her. She was still pissed though and said she would not be punished again. I saw them a lot over the next several years as I started working during the summers at Phil's company. Trish still had no idea who it was that had screwed her, though I must have come close to giving it away several times while staring at her bikini clad body and remembering losing my virginity in her warm moist cunt. The Punishment Ch. 01 I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. My chocolate eyes were round with excitement. You would be here soon, and I wanted everything to be perfect. I nervously checked my hair and makeup, smoothing non-existent flaws that had been fixed just a moment before. I ran my hands over the tops of my breasts, pushed up high by the metal stays of my red jacquard corset. The straining flesh heaved above the black lace trim, and I smiled with satisfaction. Best two-hundred dollars I had ever spent. My DDDs had never looked better. The black lacing at the back cinched my waist tightly, creating an even more hourglass figure than already existed. I could barely breathe, but the agony was all part of the game. You had no idea I would be here when you got home. I had never done anything like this, planned anything so daring. I prayed you would properly appreciate my gesture. I wasn't even sure if you knew how to handle a whip, or if you even liked to be tied up, and I was nervous. I exited the bathroom and checked again to make sure all was in order. Your house was immaculate. I had spent over fours hours cleaning and organizing, creating the perfect stage for our upcoming performance. On the glass table by the front door lay an 8x10 inch picture of me in my corset, stockings, garters and thigh-high leather boots. It was propped up against a black glass vase full of blood-red roses. Past the front door and hall, your dining table had been cleared of all items except for our new toys: a pair of steel handcuffs, two pairs of fur-lined leather wrist and ankle restraints, one flat black crop, a 12 inch leather cat o' nine whip, one satin blindfold, and a soft cotton gag. They all gleamed and shone wickedly in the rays of the afternoon sun. Down the next hallway lay your bedroom. It was a scene of pure, unabashed lust and debasement. I had replaced your servicable white linen sheets with layers of silky satin, black and red. It hung in drapes around the windows and canopied the bed in a decadent bower of passion. Velvet cords dangled from each bedpost, enticing instruments of submission. All these preparations paled in comparison to the new piece of furniture in the right corner of your room. Looking as if it had been crafted centuries before, wooden timbers formed an instrument of torture and pleasure, punishment and desire. When examined closely, one could tell that a person could be forced to stand or kneel, depending on the punishment, upon the 4-foot wide turntable that rested on the ground. A pole rose up behind the table, and a horizontal plank extended out halfway overhead. A chain fell from the plank to attach to restraints, and it could be raised and lowered depending on the activity. The turntable itself was rotated with a smooth wooden handle attached to a crank. I imagined you kneeling, blindfolded, gagged and cuffed, arms raised to the end of the chain, stretching you taut. I could hear your moans behind your gag as I whipped you from the top of your back to the soles of your feet with the cat o' nine. I could see your flesh glowing pink as it burned beneath the leather's cruel kiss. And if you were good enough, I might reward you with a turn at whipping me with the crop. Just imagining it made my flesh tingle and burn. Turning away from my lovely new acquisition, I readied myself for your arrival. You didn't even know I had a key to your house. I had copied it a few days ago from a spare you kept by the phone. I wanted this to be a complete shock. I wanted you at my mercy as I introduced you to new heights of pleasure. I knew I was taking a risk, surprising you like that, but I somehow felt that you would enjoy it as much as I had imagined. I heard your car pull into the driveway, and I ducked into the spare bedroom. I was going to come up behind you as you stood examining the items on the dining table. With a deft flick of my hands, I would have you cuffed before you could react. And then the fun would begin. I realized I was holding my breath as I heard you open the front door. Silence fell, and I envisioned you staring at my picture. Perhaps you reached out a finger and stroked a rose. Your footsteps echoed over the wood floors as you started down the entrance hall. I was surprised to not hear you call out. I had been sure you would call my name. But you remained silent as I heard you enter the dining area. When your footsteps stopped, I eased out of the room and silently strode towards you, taking care to make no noise in my high-heeled boots. I crept closer to you and came to halt when I was no more than a yard away. The table was nestled in an alcove, and I was sure you would not be able to escape me. Taking one last step, I allowed my heel to fall against the floor, resounding with a loud snap. You didn't jump. You didn't turn around. You stayed facing the table, gazing at the items before you. Even when you spoke into my shocked silence, you were calm, infuriatingly so. Why weren't you at least a bit startled? "Do you actually know how to use these, my dear?" you asked. I could hear a change in your voice, a new vibration that made my body shiver. Your hands were still in front of you, and I couldn't see what you were doing. Attempting to sound cool and unruffled, I laughed throatily and answered. "Why of course I do. I had a wonderful teacher. She taught me all I know." "She?" you inquired politely. "My, my. There are apparently many things I didn't know about you." I kept silent, refusing to tell you that she was actually just a friend who had given me some advice and instructions at the start of my escapade into BDSM. She was a mother-of-three soccer mom who had been fortunate enough to marry a man who enjoyed her fetishes. I didn't tell you that it was all still pretty much in theory on my part, that I hadn't had much experience in the actual practice. This was my fantasy, my setup, dammit, and I was in control. At your amused indifference, I began to get even more nervous. Rashly, I stepped forward with the intent of reaching around you and quickly lifting the pair of handcuffs. I would immediately snap them in place, and once more I would be in charge. You moved faster than anyone I had ever seen. As I stepped toward your body, you whipped around to face me. I hadn't realized that you had been holding the cuffs in your hands, and I faltered with surprise. Damn, I had wanted to get those on you as fast as possible. How was I to do that now? Before I could even begin to formulate a new plan, you slammed my back against the wall, pinning me with your body. You grasped one of my wrists in one hand, stretched it over my head, and snapped one cuff into place. Dazed, I watched as you cuffed my other hand as well. I could barely inhale, your body was pressed so hard against mine. Now holding the cuff chain in your left hand, you reached around and grabbed my hair. Towering over me, you pulled back hard and forced me to look in your eyes. I had never seen such heated intensity in your gaze, and I realized that beneath it all, for the entire time of our acquaintance, you had held back a seething cauldron of savage desire and power. "So, my little pet," you growled at me, "you thought to teach me a lesson or two, hmmm? Did you perhaps imagine me naked, cuffed, perhaps kneeling as you whipped me? Did you imagine me as your perfect little slave, scrambling to comply to your every demand? Did you see yourself in that postion, weilding that power?" I couldn't even nod, my head was pulled back to tightly. I merely stared into your furious eyes, my silence damning me as the fear began to coalesce in my mind. Oh god, what had I done? Had I misjudged you that badly? Were you angry at me for entering your house without your permission? Were you mad at the way I presumed you would do whatever I said? Or was it everything I had done, including the fact that I so brashly and naively assumed you would be submissive to my every whim? This fire in you was so new, so unexpected. Letting go of the cuffs, you grabbed my chin and squeezed hard. "You will answer me when I ask you a question." "I thought...that, that is I hoped that you would, um, perhaps enjoy it," I whispered uncertainly. "I just wanted to explore this with you. I swear, that's all." Those last words were barely audible, as I trailed into silence. "But you imgained me on my knees, not you, correct?" you pressed. "Was there ever a time when it was you before me, when you did what I commanded?" "No," I admitted. "You were always my slave. Even when you whipped me, you did it because I told you to. I never imagined that you would be so, so..." I faltered. I wasn't even sure how to explain or label your demeanor. Furious? Yes. Violent? Yes. So full of sensual threat? YES. Turning slightly to the left, you reached down and scooped up the crop and whip. You pointed at the blindfold and eased back from me a bit. I obeyed your unspoken command and grabbed the scrap of black stain. The cuffs clanged as I slipped the mask over my eyes. You brushed the tops of my breasts lightly with the ends of the whip. I shivered at the unfamiliar caress. Your voice was knowing as you asked me, "Have you never felt the kiss of the whip? The sting of the crop? Has your virgin skin never received a lash or spank? Tsk tsk. You truly were playing with fire, weren't you? Did you actually believe you could pull it off? Act the dom while hiding a naive innocence behind your foolish facade?" I could only blush at the truth of your words, the idiocy of my naivete. Had I really expected to be able to do it, to control you? "Get on your knees. I want you to crawl like a good girl to my room. That is," you asked, "I presume, where your little fantasy was going to occur?" Oh lord, you hadn't even seen the bedroom yet. What would you think once you saw what I did? I nodded down to the floor, humiliated. The wooden boards were hard against my knees as I slowly obeyed your order to kneel. How had this happened? It was supposed to be you on the floor, you bound and blind. I was supposed to be the one with the power, the one in control. How dare you take that from me! My thoughts must have shown through my hesitation, for suddenly I felt a lash across my chest and your voice was hard as you spoke. "So, you think this is unfair, do you? You think that I should be the one on my knees? Let me tell you, my pet, that the moment you started your little game, the moment you decided to challenge me, you had already lost. You will be punished for breaking into my house. You will be whipped for your insolence and your unmitigated gall to actually assume that I would ever bow down to you. You know absolutely nothing about this game. And I feel it is my duty as your new master to show you your place. Don't. Ever. Try. To. Surprise. Me. Again. Now, get on all fours and start crawling to the bedroom. And don't worry, little one," you added with a laugh, "I won't let you run into a wall. I am your master. And you will trust me to take care of you. If you crawl too slow, I will know you don't trust me. And you will be punished for your lack of faith." Though I tried to believe you, to trust you, I faltered. It is instinctual to be cautious when blind, and I slowed down in automatic reaction. At my hesitance, you immediately brought the crop down on my exposed butt cheeks. It wasn't a hard slap, yet I whimpered nonetheless at the alien sensation. My body tensed as I waited for the next blow. I awkwardly tried to hurry towards the vicinity of your room. "Stop," you said, and I obeyed. "What have we here?" you murmured. "A boudoir of seduction? A bower of passion? A chamber of sensual pleasure? Is that how you envisoned it, a few slaps, a few lashes? Perhaps some sexy torture tied to the bed? Did you truly expect to tie me to that machine? To whip me at your leisure? Was I grateful to you? Did I sob my need to you in broken whispers? Did I ultimately thank you for the pleasure you so thoughtfully bestowed upon my flesh? Did I pleasure you in every way you could imagine? Tell me, love, when we finally came together, when I was finally lodge between your thighs, was it a beautiful experience? Did you imagine a hazy vision of sated lovers and sweet words?" I hated that you seemed to know what I had dreamed--and you mocked it, mocked me. Furious and ashamed, I started to rise, but the sting of the whip returned to my breasts. Startled, I abandoned my attempt at indignation. I was totally at your mercy. I was completely bound to do your will. I was utterly powerless to stop you from whipping my flesh to a lovely red glow. I realized with a start that in the back of my mind, this was what I had wanted. This was what I had really wanted to feel. But I dared not admit that shameful realization to you. It was the one secret I would keep, the one thing I would hide within my soul. The punishment began... To be continued... The Punishment Ch. 1 He had to punish her, his pet Vicki. It was necessary. She was waiting for him upstairs, as he had told her to do. She knew she had to be disciplined and she was waiting in the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands at her sides with her head bowed. She was deeply sorry she had disobeyed her master and she was a little freighted of how master Scott would punish her. She had never been punished before. He entered the room quietly and saw her exactly in the position her had told her to be in. He allowed himself a smile; she really was a good pet. He had never had to punish her before. He was anxious about his skill to do so, but he was also very excited at the thought of what he was about to do. The bulge in his pants was a testament to his excitement. He walked over to her and stood right in front of her. She did not look up. He gently touched her chin and slowly lifted her head up so he could see her eyes. “Are you ready, my pet, to begin," he asked. “Yes Master." He walked over to the chair in the corner of her room and sat. He merely looked at her, her slight frame and giant breasts. Her lovely long dirty-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes on her five-foot body was simply striking! She was dressed in a simple long white night shirt that went to her ankles. “Stand up my pet," he instructed her. As she did, he got back up and walked over to her. She bowed her head and he bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek. Then, he abruptly reached for her shirt collar and fiercely ripped it open, sending buttons flying. In one swift motion he had ripped it all the way down to her crotch. She jumped slightly in shock. Then, he simply, gently kissed her check again, to reassure her and walked back over to the chair and sat facing her. “Step out of that garment, pet," was all he said. As she did, he could see her trembling slightly. He smiled to himself as he took her in with his eyes. What a beautiful creature she is, he thought. “Come over here, my pet and kneel before me," he said. As she walked to him, he could see she was blushing. She knelt down right between his legs and bowed her head down. “Take off my shoes and socks, pet." She did as she was told with great care, setting them gently off to the side, even tucking the laces inside his shoes. Her hands returned to her back. He stood up and said,” Stand up, pet and remove my shirt." She did as instructed and removed his shirt with great care, one button at a time. Then she slowly took it off him and folded it and laid it on the back of his chair. “Now the pants." She knelt back down and gently unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. When she was though, she pulled his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Still on her knees she folded them and laid them softly on his chair. He was left wearing only tight boxer-briefs, black with a white band. The bulge was very apparent. “Go back to the bed Vicki and stand with your back to me." He just sat there enjoying the view, letting her anticipation build. Her body looked so fine, smooth butt sticking out at him, and he longed to caress it. She was trembling ever so slightly. He took a deep breath and stood up and walked to her. Gently he ran one hand over her rear and softly rubbed it. He immediately felt little goose bumps under his hand. “Pet, bend over and place your arms far apart on the bed and spread your legs." “Yes master." He went to the dresser behind him and from the top drawer took out a blue phallic-shaped Vibrator, and then he reached for a tube of k-y jelly and put a very small amount on it. He put just enough on it so she would not be injured but not enough to make it go in easily either. It would hurt but not unbearably so. He went back to her and said, “Pet, I want you to turn your head to the side and put your weight on your face. Take your hands and spread your ass apart. I’m going to put something in it. After I get it in, I want you to hold it in using only your ass muscles…Do not let it fall out…that would make me very angry.” “Yes master," she replied, then did as she was told. Scott had had the bed custom made to the height of her waist just so it would accommodate her perfectly. He loved to have her bent over, with her lovely ass displayed proudly for him. He took the vibrator and put the tip of it at her asshole and pushed in half an inch. He could feel her clench around it and she winced slightly. “Just relax my love, you have six inches to go still and I will get it all in. Now relax and this will be much easier." “Yes master." She did relax somewhat and he pushed it in further, twisting it as he went. He continued to work it in, slowly but continuously. He could feel her muscles opening as she tried to accept it. He knew it was hurting, but after all this was a punishment. She did not cry out as he had expected her to. She was being very brave and he loved her for it. She had resigned herself to the punishment and was just trying to accept it. Finally, it was all in. Up to the black knob on the base. “Very good pet, you are being very brave," he said. “You may but your hands back on the bed. But remember do not push that vibe out." “Yes master." The master ran his hands lovingly around her ass, caressing it, stroking it. “Oh my sweet pet, how beautiful you are, what a truly exquisite body you have submitted to me. I do love it so, that just makes it tougher when U disobey me and I have to punish." Smack!!! His hand went on her ass. She was so startled, that she winced in pain. It had hurt, as he held nothing back from the blow. Smack! The right cheek. Smack! The left cheek. She cried out, ”Master….." “Be still, pet." His hand already hurt, her ass was already getting red. “Pet, other master’s have warned me that U must be tied down for this. But I have decided that restrains will not be necessary. You staying still for this will prove to me that your submission is total." “Yes master." “ You will not move until I tell you." Smack!..Smack!…Smack!…Smack! Her ass was positively burning now and red as blood. She did not think she could go any further. She told herself to hang on. Smack!! The master was plowing his hand into her ass now one right after the other. His hand was raw and burned, but he wanted to share the pain with her. He did not think he should protect himself from it by wearing gloves or using a whip. Finally he stopped. A little out of breath he took a step back to admire his work. Her ass was beet-red and he could see her silently crying. Taking a step forward again, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and said, ”You have done well my love, accepting your punishment so well." With that, he began to massage her shoulders and said, “Lay down sweet pet." She crawled up on to the bed and lay down. He then, sat down next to her and continued his massaging. “All is forgiven my love, just relax and let me soothe some of your pain." “Thank you master," she said in sniffles, “I love you master, I will try never to displease you again." The Punishment Ch. 2 As Vicki lay on the bed, on her belly, the master lay on his side next to her. He ran his fingers gently down her back. Down to the small of her back they traveled. When he got to her lovely butt, he gently rubbed each burning cheek with the palm of his hand. Bending over he gently kissed each cheek, while pushing the vibrator in another quarter inch. The pet’s ass was so hot on his lips. Both cheeks were still very red and it was obvious by her trembling that it was very painful. With his lips still giving gentle kisses, he slid his hand off and put it on the bed, palm down between her legs. Without any ceremony he slowly, but decidedly pushed his thumb as far into her pussy as it would go and whispered, “Cum, pet." She came, as soon as his thumb went in. Not an earth shaking one, but just a tremor. He was astonished to find her so wet and swollen. He felt her cum in the gentle contractions of her pussy muscles. “Oh god, thank you master," she moaned. “You are very welcome, pet. What a little slut you are. Now relax, love, I’m going to take this vibe out of your ass," he said. With his other hand, he grabbed the knob on the vibrator and slowly, but in one motion, pulled it out. “Now I will reward you for taking your punishment so well." “Oh thank you master… I love you." Master Scott began to move his thumb in and out of her pussy slowly. As he did this, he took his other hand and gently massaged her ass cheeks. Her ass was so hot and her pussy was so wet and she was cooing so softly, that the master’s cock was throbbing and starting to leak pre-cum. But, he wanted to reward his loving pet before his need was taken care of. In and out he worked his thumb into her from behind. She was moaning and he knew, soon she would cum again. Faster he worked his thumb. As he did, he licked and kissed her red flaming, aching ass. Then he simply said, “Cum.” Her pussy muscles began to contract again as she went into another orgasm. “OOOOoooooo master, yes master, oh yes master, I’m cumming again,” she yelled. “Yes pet, Cum! Cum now pet. Ride the wave, feel it. Oh my pet you are such a slut. Cum again pet”! Harder and harder, his thumb fucked her. Vicki’s body was shaking uncontrollably now and she continued to climax over and over. “Oh master….oh master, please fuck me, please master put your cock inside me. Please master, I want your cock in me. I’m your slut master, you’re little fuck slut, please master fuuuuck me!!” “No pet, not yet," he said, and as he did, he pulled his thumb out of her now oozing wet pussy. He continued to kiss her burning ass all over. While he did, he put his thumb up to her mouth and said, “Suck this pet, I want you to taste yourself.” She sucked his thumb greedily, tasting her own juices. The master then got on his knees and took his cock in his hand and began to rub the head of it all over her still sore ass. His pre-cum was wetting her ass and making it glisten. “Oh master, that feels so good,” she said. “Your wetness is making my ass hurt so much less. Thank you, master.” “I know pet. I understand that it hurts, but I love to see it this color," he said with a grin. “I love having this power. Thank you pet.” Then he put a very soft, gentle kiss right in the crack of her butt. “Your welcome master. I live only for your pleasure” The master got up off the bed and said, “Come here pet. I want you on your knees in front of me." Vicki quickly got off the bed and knelt down in front of her master. She put her hands behind her back and bowed her head, as she had been taught. Her bowed head only inches from what she wanted the most, her master’s cock. “Look up at me my pet. I want to see your beautiful face. She slowly lifted her face. Her eyes were moist with tears of joy. The master took his cock gently in his hand and began to rub it over her face. Starting on her chin, he rubbed it up her cheek and over her forehead, down the other cheek and across her upper lip. “Open your mouth pet," the master instructed. When she did, he slowly placed about two inches of his cock in her mouth and just rested it on her tongue. She did nothing. She didn’t suck on it or lick it. She had not been told to. Master thought to himself, what a perfect pet she is, so eager to please. The master held his cock at the base and slowly, gently fucked her unmoving mouth. He pulled it all the way out, then gently put it on her tongue, and slid it into her mouth about three inches, only to pull it out again. He did this for a few minutes then he pulled it out again and rubbed it all over her face. This made her face shine the mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva. “Pet, I want you to go back over to the bed and lay down on your back. Put your raw, red ass on the edge and put your feet up in the air and spread wide.” She stood up and said, “Yes master." Then she did as instructed. “Pet," the master said, “Do you have any idea how happy you make me? How truly beautiful you are?” “Oh master, thank you, I love you so much. I only want to please you.” “You do pet, you do.” Then walked over to her and held her feet with his hands. “Pet would you like me to put my cock in you?” “Oh yes master. Please put your cock in me. I am so wet for you, my master. I am your little slut, please use my pussy for your pleasure. I so want to please you master. I am so wet master. Can you see how my pussy is opening for you? Can you see how wet it is?” “Yes love, I see. I want you to grab hold of my cock and put it in you," the master said. Vicki gently took hold of his throbbing cock with her trembling hand and guided it into her. Oh, her pleasure was exquisite. His cock felt so thick. It filled her and joined her to him. Scott felt her hot silky tunnel envelop him and it took all his control not to shoot his cum into her right then. He waited until the pending climax passed. When it did he slowly began to fuck her, in and out. She felt so good to him and he was so excited, but he wanted his pleasure to build, so he took his time. Slowly in and out he went. He was able to get all of his cock into her in this position. Holding her feet high in the air there was nothing to restrict his movement. Suddenly she cried out, “Oh master, you’re going to make me cum. Can I cum master? Please let me cum. I can’t hold it," she moaned. He saw the look on her face and said simply, “CUM! Cum now pet. Yes my hot little slut, CUM! And she did. “OHHHHHHHHH, yesssssssssssssss master. Cummmming!!!!!! He could feel her muscles contract around his cock and it only increased his desire to cum himself. He looked at her face. She was very red and he could see the veins in her neck. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. He smiled and said, “Yes pet that’s it, CUM lover. I love to watch you cum.” Wave after wave her climaxes came. She lost count after four. Her pussy was trembling, along with her entire body as she clutched at the sheets with her fists and rode the ride. She never came as hard as she did when the master fucked her like this. She wanted him to speed up and pound her hard, but she knew better than to ask. The master knew how to make her feel it. The intensity of her orgasms was the proof that the master knew how to make her cum the hardest. His slow rhythm only made the climaxes more intense. “OH master, oh master, oh master," was all she could get out. She thought she might faint, when suddenly the master stopped moving. He just held his cock all the way inside her. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was soaked, as were the sheets beneath her. “Yes pet," he said. “That’s it pet. Relax pet, feel it love." He pulled his cock out and laid it gently on her pussy and lay down on top of her. He put his arms under her to hold her and to take his weight off her. He squeezed her tightly and gently kissed her neck. “I love you, Pet” She was softly crying and held on to her master for dear life and said, “Oh master I love you so much. You are so good to me. Thank you, thank you. Her pussy continued to spasm. She held on to his strong arms as she wrapped her legs around his ass, to steady them. They just lay there intertwined together. Her breath starting to recover. They just held each other. When he thought she was calmed enough, he said, “Pet I love you. I want you to make me cum now. I am more than ready and my need is great." “Oh yes master, I want your pleasure satisfied. And, I want to please you master. Can I make it cum with my mouth? I want to taste your cum.” “Pet I want you to use your mouth, but I want to cum on you. I want to shoot it on you. I want to watch you make me shoot it." “Oh yes master," she said with a huge smile. He stood up on the bed and put his hands on the ceiling. She got on her knees, with her hand behind her back; she reached her mouth up and took him into her. He could see her mouth fucking his cock in and out. She looked into his eyes as she did this. He loved to watch her suck him and she loved to watch the signs of pleasure in his face. She sucked him hungrily and eagerly. She sucked expertly as well. She was his very own little slut and she knew how to suck cock. She let it fall out of her mouth and ran her tongue along the length of it, around the tip and back down the other side. Then she would pull her head back and open her mouth wide and plunge on to him again, deep throating him. Slowly she would pull her mouth back until his cock jumped out of her mouth, only to repeat the process again. She did it expertly. This made his pleasure increase until he was trembling, but it was not enough to make him cum. This method of oral pleasure was designed to let his load build. She did it perfectly as she had been trained. Finally, he could stand no more and he moaned, “Now pet, make it CUM now!” She pulled her mouth off and grabbed it with her hand and stroked the length of it up and down. His cock was so wet from her mouth that it glistened. She stroked him up and down, just tight enough and at just the right tempo. His hips started to buck and they both knew he was only seconds away. “Please Master, CUM! I want to see you shoot it right in my face. Please master shoot it for me. I want it. I want to see it. PLEASE master; shoot your cum on my face. Please, please master shoot it! Her words were all it took. He shot his cum right on her cheek like a firehose. It ran down her face on to her tits. Then he shot again. Then another: Spurt, spurt, and spurt his cock went. She was smiling as she took his load on her cheek and it ran down to her breasts. It was so hot! She squeezed that last of it out, with one long hard stoke from the base to the tip. One more drop came out and she looked up at the master, with his cum on her face, and licked it off. Then she took his whole length back into her mouth and gently sucked on it, until his erection was gone. Then she wiped her face with her hand and rubbed his cum into her nipples. She lifted her nipples to her mouth and licked the master’s cum off. “Oh my God, master I love to watch you cum. I am so grateful for having you master. Thank you master." "I love you pet," he said and then he fell down on the bed. He reached up and grabbed his pet and gently kissed her forehead. “Rest now pet." Then he laid back and held her to his chest. They fell asleep, intertwined in bliss. The Punishment Chapter 2 The forgiveness As Vicki lay on the bed, on her belly, the master lay on his side next to her. He ran his fingers gently down her back. Down to the small of her back they traveled. When he got to her lovely butt, he gently rubbed each burning cheek with the palm of his hand. Bending over he gently kissed each cheek, while pushing the vibrator in another quarter inch. The pet’s ass was so hot on his lips. Both cheeks were still very red and it was obvious by her trembling that it was very painful. With his lips still giving gentle kisses, he slid his hand off and put it on the bed, palm down between her legs. Without any ceremony he slowly, but decidedly pushed his thumb as far into her pussy as it would go and whispered, “Cum, pet." She came, as soon as his thumb went in. Not an earth shaking one, but just a tremor. He was astonished to find her so wet and swollen. He felt her cum in the gentle contractions of her pussy muscles. “Oh god, thank you master," she moaned. “You are very welcome, pet. What a little slut you are. Now relax, love, I’m going to take this vibe out of your ass," he said. With his other hand, he grabbed the knob on the vibrator and slowly, but in one motion, pulled it out. “Now I will reward you for taking your punishment so well." “Oh thank you master… I love you." Master Scott began to move his thumb in and out of her pussy slowly. As he did this, he took his other hand and gently massaged her ass cheeks. Her ass was so hot and her pussy was so wet and she was cooing so softly, that the master’s cock was throbbing and starting to leak pre-cum. But, he wanted to reward his loving pet before his need was taken care of. In and out he worked his thumb into her from behind. She was moaning and he knew, soon she would cum again. Faster he worked his thumb. As he did, he licked and kissed her red flaming, aching ass. Then he simply said, “Cum.” Her pussy muscles began to contract again as she went into another orgasm. “OOOOoooooo master, yes master, oh yes master, I’m cumming again,” she yelled. “Yes pet, Cum! Cum now pet. Ride the wave, feel it. Oh my pet you are such a slut. Cum again pet”! Harder and harder, his thumb fucked her. Vicki’s body was shaking uncontrollably now and she continued to climax over and over. “Oh master….oh master, please fuck me, please master put your cock inside me. Please master, I want your cock in me. I’m your slut master, you’re little fuck slut, please master fuuuuck me!!” “No pet, not yet," he said, and as he did, he pulled his thumb out of her now oozing wet pussy. He continued to kiss her burning ass all over. While he did, he put his thumb up to her mouth and said, “Suck this pet, I want you to taste yourself.” She sucked his thumb greedily, tasting her own juices. The master then got on his knees and took his cock in his hand and began to rub the head of it all over her still sore ass. His pre-cum was wetting her ass and making it glisten. “Oh master, that feels so good,” she said. “Your wetness is making my ass hurt so much less. Thank you, master.” “I know pet. I understand that it hurts, but I love to see it this color," he said with a grin. “I love having this power. Thank you pet.” Then he put a very soft, gentle kiss right in the crack of her butt. “Your welcome master. I live only for your pleasure” The master got up off the bed and said, “Come here pet. I want you on your knees in front of me." Vicki quickly got off the bed and knelt down in front of her master. She put her hands behind her back and bowed her head, as she had been taught. Her bowed head only inches from what she wanted the most, her master’s cock. “Look up at me my pet. I want to see your beautiful face. She slowly lifted her face. Her eyes were moist with tears of joy. The master took his cock gently in his hand and began to rub it over her face. Starting on her chin, he rubbed it up her cheek and over her forehead, down the other cheek and across her upper lip. “Open your mouth pet," the master instructed. When she did, he slowly placed about two inches of his cock in her mouth and just rested it on her tongue. She did nothing. She didn’t suck on it or lick it. She had not been told to. Master thought to himself, what a perfect pet she is, so eager to please. The master held his cock at the base and slowly, gently fucked her unmoving mouth. He pulled it all the way out, then gently put it on her tongue, and slid it into her mouth about three inches, only to pull it out again. He did this for a few minutes then he pulled it out again and rubbed it all over her face. This made her face shine the mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva. “Pet, I want you to go back over to the bed and lay down on your back. Put your raw, red ass on the edge and put your feet up in the air and spread wide.” She stood up and said, “Yes master." Then she did as instructed. “Pet," the master said, “Do you have any idea how happy you make me? How truly beautiful you are?” “Oh master, thank you, I love you so much. I only want to please you.” “You do pet, you do.” Then walked over to her and held her feet with his hands. “Pet would you like me to put my cock in you?” “Oh yes master. Please put your cock in me. I am so wet for you, my master. I am your little slut, please use my pussy for your pleasure. I so want to please you master. I am so wet master. Can you see how my pussy is opening for you? Can you see how wet it is?” “Yes love, I see. I want you to grab hold of my cock and put it in you," the master said. Vicki gently took hold of his throbbing cock with her trembling hand and guided it into her. Oh, her pleasure was exquisite. His cock felt so thick. It filled her and joined her to him. Scott felt her hot silky tunnel envelop him and it took all his control not to shoot his cum into her right then. He waited until the pending climax passed. When it did he slowly began to fuck her, in and out. She felt so good to him and he was so excited, but he wanted his pleasure to build, so he took his time. Slowly in and out he went. He was able to get all of his cock into her in this position. Holding her feet high in the air there was nothing to restrict his movement. Suddenly she cried out, “Oh master, you’re going to make me cum. Can I cum master? Please let me cum. I can’t hold it," she moaned. He saw the look on her face and said simply, “CUM! Cum now pet. Yes my hot little slut, CUM! And she did. “OHHHHHHHHH, yesssssssssssssss master. Cummmming!!!!!! He could feel her muscles contract around his cock and it only increased his desire to cum himself. He looked at her face. She was very red and he could see the veins in her neck. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. He smiled and said, “Yes pet that’s it, CUM lover. I love to watch you cum.” Wave after wave her climaxes came. She lost count after four. Her pussy was trembling, along with her entire body as she clutched at the sheets with her fists and rode the ride. She never came as hard as she did when the master fucked her like this. She wanted him to speed up and pound her hard, but she knew better than to ask. The master knew how to make her feel it. The intensity of her orgasms was the proof that the master knew how to make her cum the hardest. His slow rhythm only made the climaxes more intense. “OH master, oh master, oh master," was all she could get out. She thought she might faint, when suddenly the master stopped moving. He just held his cock all the way inside her. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was soaked, as were the sheets beneath her. “Yes pet," he said. “That’s it pet. Relax pet, feel it love." He pulled his cock out and laid it gently on her pussy and lay down on top of her. He put his arms under her to hold her and to take his weight off her. He squeezed her tightly and gently kissed her neck. “I love you, Pet” She was softly crying and held on to her master for dear life and said, “Oh master I love you so much. You are so good to me. Thank you, thank you. Her pussy continued to spasm. She held on to his strong arms as she wrapped her legs around his ass, to steady them. They just lay there intertwined together. Her breath starting to recover. They just held each other. When he thought she was calmed enough, he said, “Pet I love you. I want you to make me cum now. I am more than ready and my need is great." “Oh yes master, I want your pleasure satisfied. And, I want to please you master. Can I make it cum with my mouth? I want to taste your cum.” The Punishment Ch. 2 “Pet I want you to use your mouth, but I want to cum on you. I want to shoot it on you. I want to watch you make me shoot it." “Oh yes master," she said with a huge smile. He stood up on the bed and put his hands on the ceiling. She got on her knees, with her hand behind her back; she reached her mouth up and took him into her. He could see her mouth fucking his cock in and out. She looked into his eyes as she did this. He loved to watch her suck him and she loved to watch the signs of pleasure in his face. She sucked him hungrily and eagerly. She sucked expertly as well. She was his very own little slut and she knew how to suck cock. She let it fall out of her mouth and ran her tongue along the length of it, around the tip and back down the other side. Then she would pull her head back and open her mouth wide and plunge on to him again, deep throating him. Slowly she would pull her mouth back until his cock jumped out of her mouth, only to repeat the process again. She did it expertly. This made his pleasure increase until he was trembling, but it was not enough to make him cum. This method of oral pleasure was designed to let his load build. She did it perfectly as she had been trained. Finally, he could stand no more and he moaned, “Now pet, make it CUM now!” She pulled her mouth off and grabbed it with her hand and stroked the length of it up and down. His cock was so wet from her mouth that it glistened. She stroked him up and down, just tight enough and at just the right tempo. His hips started to buck and they both knew he was only seconds away. “Please Master, CUM! I want to see you shoot it right in my face. Please master shoot it for me. I want it. I want to see it. PLEASE master; shoot your cum on my face. Please, please master shoot it! Her words were all it took. He shot his cum right on her cheek like a firehose. It ran down her face on to her tits. Then he shot again. Then another: Spurt, spurt, and spurt his cock went. She was smiling as she took his load on her cheek and it ran down to her breasts. It was so hot! She squeezed that last of it out, with one long hard stoke from the base to the tip. One more drop came out and she looked up at the master, with his cum on her face, and licked it off. Then she took his whole length back into her mouth and gently sucked on it, until his erection was gone. Then she wiped her face with her hand and rubbed his cum into her nipples. She lifted her nipples to her mouth and licked the master’s cum off. “Oh my God, master I love to watch you cum. I am so grateful for having you master. Thank you master." "I love you pet," he said and then he fell down on the bed. He reached up and grabbed his pet and gently kissed her forehead. “Rest now pet." Then he laid back and held her to his chest. They fell asleep, intertwined in bliss. The Punishment - Day 01 Day 1 "Jesus Christ, check this shit out." Jackie Dupre stops putting on her rouge lipstick on and head nods towards a young couple in different work uniforms starting to fuck doggy style behind the dumpster near the mall's back entrance. Jackie eyes with interest as the man lifts the woman's short skirt up and increases his pace, too occupied to see the police cruiser ten yards away from him. "Holy shit, he's going to town on her...only in Vegas." As she wonders if she should sneak in a nipple rub, the cruiser's sirens and lights are turned on briefly. Jackie angrily turns to John Jackson, her assigned partner for the week. "What the fuck John?" "What? You wanted him to..." "Bust a nut, yes!" She looks back and watches as the couple quickly put their clothes back on and run into the mall's back entrance. "Shit, the best thing that happened all night. What are you, God damn Captain America? Whatever, our shift is over anyway." John laughs as she puts her makeup away, starts the car, and drives away. "You know you're wrong, right?" She smiles briefly; she's not wrong, she's just horny. "You have a nice smile Jackie." Jackie asks causally, "John...do you remember why you got stuck with me for a week?" John replies quickly, "You made fun of me for being short, even though I'm only a few inches shorter than you. You even called me little orphan Annie. And you made fun of me for baking cookies for the department in front of the Captain." She'd feel bad that he recalled everything so quickly, if she gave a damn. "You think flattery will get you anywhere with me?" She watches as he answers with a smile, "Yes." He has a sense of humor, she likes that. "Then I won't stop you, but I like being a bully, so don't expect me to stop being one," she says smiling. "Wow...I'm surprised you're not getting hit on more at the station." "Those guys wouldn't know what to do with my big, round ass and perky, c-sized breasts." She watches him grin briefly. "Do you like it when I talk about my big white ass and tits John?" He laughs. "I wasn't going there Jackie. And why not just talk about your natural, dark red hair or just said say that you have a curvy body?" "I want to make you blush. Ok then, come on John, flatter me." "Ok Jackie, I'll meet you half way. You got nice thighs, tan skin...you're tall but not too tall. What are you...like, five-feet-eight-inches? And you got to be less than one hundred eighteen pounds. And you're hot, so you got to be twenty-five." Jackie grins. "I was lean and mean like that once. Now I'm just mean." "Why is that?" "Here we go, Psychology 101." "Hey, what else is there to talk about? We've already talked about the upcoming baseball season. We watch different shows, you don't read books, and I don't play Farmville." "You need to jump on that Farmville, John." He laughs. "I will after my party, maybe." "What party?" "My...birthday party," John answers. She can hear the confusion in his voice and she's wondering if she missed a memo. He continues, "The department bought me cake this morning and sang happy birthday to me." "Oh! I was in the toilet. I thought I missed a short meeting. I'm sorry, happy birthday John." She tries to block out the fact that no one looked for her for the cake celebration or invited her to go to the party. John laughs. "Damn...well, better late than never." Jackie sees a fast food store coming up. "Alright, I'll make it up to you." She parks in front of the store. They go inside and she pays for two vanilla milk shakes. As they step out and walk towards the cruiser, Jackie looks back and sees John looking down at her ass as he takes a sip of his shake through his straw. "Are you thinking of sucking on my ass John," she asks teasingly. He coughs and he accidently spits up some on her backside. "Oh you got to be fucking...kidding me!" She looks down, feeling the large white blobs starting to ooze through her pants and unto her ass. Jackie throws her shake into a nearby garage can, snatches napkins from John's hands, and walks angrily towards the woman's bathroom. "I'm sorry," John says repeatedly as he follows her. As soon as she opens the door she sees that it's clean, but it's a little on the small side. It has enough room for one toilet, one sink, a trash can, an electronic blower, one spare roll of paper, and an old reprinted painting of flowers in a vase for décor on the wall. But it has no mirror. "John, get in here and clean this up for me!" He walks inside and locks the door behind him. "Throw away the fucking milkshake!" If she wasn't going to enjoy a milkshake because of her temper, he wasn't going to enjoy his milkshake because of his stupidity. He throws it away into the thrash can near the toilet. She then hands him the napkins, turns around, and then she holds herself up against the sink as she bends forward. As he wipes the mess off, she feels a bump brush against her side. She can't help but laugh when she looks back and sees him aroused. "I'm sorry," he says, his guilt unable to be hidden like the growing bump under his pants. "Shut up John." She reaches over and slowly glides her hand up and down his pants. She playfully slaps the tip of his growing mound back and forth. "Ping...pong." She laughs lightly. "Are you an ass man John?" "Well, um...," he starts to say, sounding as confused as he looks. "Just answer yes or no. Let's start with an easy question, you done drying my pants?" "Yes." "There you go John. Now, do you like being teased John? If I pull my pant down, would you do whatever I say?" "Yes." She pinches the tip of his mound a little and smiles as he flinches. "Those were two questions John." "Yes...yes." She turns around and unbuttons her shirt, slowing revealing her black laced bra. "Stand back and extend your arms." He does without question, looking down at her breasts when she takes her shirt and bra off. She watches as he licks his lips when she rubs her breasts together. She takes his hands and orders, "Don't squeeze me or I'll squeeze you." She places his hands on her breasts and leaves them there as she hangs her shirt and bra over his arms. She looks down at his hands and they're shaking; he's struggling to keep them in place. She looks up at him and grins. She presses his hands against her breasts and moves his hands in a circular motion as she moans. "Oh my God," John says with some satisfaction. She laughs lightly. "You like that? Are they soft John?" "Yes...yes." Although she's enjoying herself, watching him squirm is equally entertaining. "Fold my clothes on top of the toilet seat and then come back here." She watches him do exactly as she asks with out grumbling. When he walks back to her, she turns around and immediately starts grinding her ass against him. He pulls himself close by putting his hands on her ass. She pulls his hands to her waist. "Don't touch my ass until I say so, understand?" "Yes." She sticks her ass out further and slowly slides her ass up and down against his groin in long, slow strokes. "Can you even think right now? Could you come in your pants right now?" "No...yes." "That's real good John, you can feel and move my ass now." She feels good when he grips her ass and presses it hard against him. She looks back at him and eyes the muscles flexing in his arms as he moves her ass up and down. "That's good John, you follow orders well. I like that. But this is just going to be a fling. We're just having fun. Do you understand?" "Yes." She stops him and stands up, and pulls his hands to her belt buckle. "But that also means I'm going to be extra mean to you if we're going to have fun, because that makes me happy. Do you want to make me happy?" "Yes." "Then take off my belt, my shoes, and my pants...in that order. Then put it neatly with my other clothes." She watches him do it, leaving her with only her black thong panties and silk socks. She snaps her fingers to make him move faster and quickly stand behind her. He does, keeping his hands at his sides. She smiles at him. "Your hands at your side, that's very good. Do you want to see what I do when you do things I like?" "Yes." She puts his left hand over her breasts and his right hand over her panties. "Rub my panties over my pussy John. And play with my tits." Jackie closes her eyes when he rubs her tits lustfully and gives her pussy a much needed massage. "Oh yeah, that's it." She lowers herself slightly to feel his hot breath against her neck. She unzips his pants and easily finds his long, hard cock in his boxers; it moved to her hand as if beckoned. She rubs his dick slowly as he starts to rub her pussy faster, breathing hot and heavy on her neck. She slides his hand under her panties and into her moist pussy. She says only, "Don't stop." His fingers her pussy immediately. "Oh shit." She presses his hands against her body tightly and moans. "That feels good, don't stop...don't stop...yeah." She could feel his lips kissing her back and his dick sliding against her ass but the only thing that mattered was his magic fingers going in and out of her vibrating pussy. "Oh God...don't stop," she whispers as her legs shake. She's afraid she'll slip off the sink but she suddenly feels John giving her body support, pressing her close to his body. She immediately comes on his fingers. "Oh God...stop!" She grabs his hands and enjoys her pussy pinching against his fingers. He continues to kiss her up and down her back, as his dick keeps poking and prodding against her ass. She slowly pulls his fingers out. "Ok, take my panties off, put them aside of my clothes, take your clothes off, and fuck me. Hurry up before I change her mind." While he does, she laughs at herself in her mind. She's not going to change her mind. Her pussy has been aching for dick for three months; another month longer and someone might have gotten killed while fucking. As she bends down against the sink, catching her breathe while playing with her pussy, she feels John's cock poking the rim of her asshole. "No John...the other hole." "I'm sorry, I thought...," he starts to say. "Shut up John." She grabs his dick and puts the head through. "Oh yeah...there you go. Go to town John, I like it rough." He moans with a deep satisfaction when his dick fully enters her pussy. He grabs and shakes her ass as she groans deeply. "Oh god your pussy feels good. Oh yeah...damn your pussy feels good." His heavy breathing is making her nervous. "Don't you come...you better fuck me!" The sounds of her juicy pussy immediately being slapped against his hard dick turned her on, but it felt even better. "Yeah...good...fuck...I like it like that...give it to me!" Her body is jolting with pleasure; he fits inside nicely. "Slap my ass!" He does but it's a love slap; he is an ass man, no true ass man would hurt a good ass. She braces herself and bounces on his cock hard. She starts to sweat as her pussy pulses after each hard thrust. She wants to play with her tits but she has to steady herself against the sink. "Oh yeah...oh yeah...oh yeah...that's it...that's it...come on you fucking runt!" "You want it hard, ok." She feels him grip her ass more tightly and the added frustration in his thrusts makes her pussy throb harder. She looks down at his dick with disbelief; although she's not surprised to see rings of her come all over his dick. "Oh...shit." If she keeps getting fucked this way she'll be unable to drive let alone think. She turns to him and asks, "Are you going to come? You want to come on my nice, fat ass?" "Yes...yes." She's amazed at his control over his memory during times of stress. "Come for me baby. Oh fuck...oh yeah, give me that juice. Blast that shit." She bounces on his cock harder for added motivation. She then watches as he immediately pulls out and blows a long load that lands against her upper back and then a second load that lands against her lower back. "Holy shit...yeah baby." She moans, pretending to like the feeling of sticky come on her back. She watches as he smiles, enjoying his orgasm, still rubbing his dick fast and hard against her ass as a third, smaller load is spread against her ass. "Yeah, spread that shit...put that dick between my ass cheeks." When he does, she slides her ass up and down against it. He's nearly motionless as she rubs out what little come is left over her ass. "Happy birthday John," she says playfully. He smiles. "Thank you so fucking much." "You better say thank you. And am I invited to your piece of shit party or what?" He laughs. "Jackie, not only are you coming you don't have to pay shit at the cash bar." "Oh shit, I just might rub your dick for a few more minutes. But you're cleaning your come off me back right?" He smiles and says simply, "Yes." "Good boy." Fin The Punishment - Day 02 "Officer Jackson, answer the question. Why did you spend twenty minutes listening to Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe complaining about their granddaughter after it was confirmed to you she went to a friend's house after a party," the female director asks. John stands at the door holding the box of sandwiches everyone ordered, still speechless that they started the meeting without him and that she asked him a question immediately upon entering the room. He tries not to look at the smirks from the other officers in the briefing room. "Officer Jackson, you can put the sandwiches on the table now." "Thank you." The officers snicker when he puts the food on the back table; he just smiles and swallows his dignity, he doesn't want to make waves. "Now answer why the department paid for your work hours for a conversation?" "Well, I..." "It's Ma'am and don't have your back to me when you address me. You do know how to address your superiors don't you?" He immediately turns to her. "Yes Ma'am, I didn't..." "Good, now answer the question officer," she interrupts sharply as the other police officers snicker again. He stands up straight. "Ma'am, they still seemed upset and I thought calming them down would..." "Have private conversations on your own time officer," she says with some bark in her voice. "Yes Ma'am," he says simply. He tells himself to understand her frustration. That she's dealing with a tight budget and recent complaints of unreasonable force from police raids. "Make it up to the department by passing out everyone's lunch officer...now." "Yes Ma'am." His understanding depreciates as he turns around and picks up the box. As he ignores her "things are going to change" speech, he remains calm and puts up a false smile as he starts passes out the sandwiches. When he sees Jackie's turkey and cheese sandwich, his pulse quickens but remains calm. He looks around and sees that she's sitting in the back bow. Her hair is up in a ponytail, so when he starts walking to her and their eyes meet, he can clearly see her smile at him. As she uncrosses her legs and slowly moves them back and forth he feels butterflies in his stomach. When he hands her the sandwich, she briefly presses and rubs her thumb against his hand as she grins at him. He continues to distribute the sandwiches with a slight chubby, but he's thankful that the box he's carrying is covering it. ************************************** "Sex in the supply closet in five minutes" was all Jackie's text said. It was all the instruction he needed. After the abuse he took at the meeting, he'll take Jackie's form of abuse anytime, anywhere. John casually walks in the closet room and locks the door behind him. Although no one walks into the closet room after a long meeting, only the bathroom and the break room will be busy. Jackie is already sitting on the table pretending to be reading the inventory report, but when she sees it's him she puts the report down and extends her arms, to his surprise. "Come here...poor John," she says playfully in a baby voice. He walks to her and goes to hug her but she presses his head against her chest instead. He laughs, enjoying the feel of her vanilla orchid perfumed cushions comforting his head. "I need you do to something John." He pulls away; ready to face whatever Jackie has planned. "What do you want me to do?" She grins and kisses him; he can taste her raspberry lipstick. In between kisses she asks, "Can you...get hard...without a blowjob?" She pushes him back, quickly unbuckles her belt, and puts her pants and cotton panties down. She turns around, lifts her shirt up, bends forward, and pops out her fat, pear shaped ass. She briefly shakes it, saying playfully, "Fill her up." "A blowjob is not needed," he replies. He unbuckles his belt, puts his pants and boxers off, and stands behind her. "Oh yeah," Jackie asks as she looks back at his quickly erected cock. She briefly rubs on it with a gentle tug. "Nice." He licks the tips of his fingers and rubs the head of his dick. Then he rubs the head of his dick up and down her pussy, she's already wet. He puts his cock in her and closes his eyes briefly as it slides in fast and smooth. "Damn, you feel good," John says. He grabs unto her ass as Jackie looks forward and holds herself up with her arms against the table, starting to breathe a little deeply. He fucks her fast and hard in short thrusts. Not the rhythm he likes, but they don't have the time for him to hold back. Not that he could if they did, the feel of Jackie's soft ass in his hands and her tight pussy getting his dick wet is starting to feel good, too good. He can feel himself come soon and he tries to think of the director, but then he looks down at Jackie's ass giggling as it bounces against his cock and now he knows it just a matter of moments before he blows his load. He whispers, "Where do you want it?" She looks back at him. "What?" "I'm going to come." "Of course you are." She giggles, covering her face briefly. "My pussy is the best place for come." She smiles with a wink. "Oh yeah," John asks with renewed vigor. "What did I say? Fill her up...so milk that cock." She moans lightly as she rubs her clit. He squeezes her ass tighter and does a few more thrusts before he presses her thick ass against cock as he comes inside her with sexual euphoria. "Oh...shit...yeah...yeah." His organism empties out his balls of come and the day's frustrations in one great moment. He rests his head on her back as his dick throbs inside her. She giggles. "You ok?" "It feels so good to come inside you. This is just the best part of my fucked up day." He does a light thrust to extend his organism and his legs jerk slightly. "Well, your fucked up day made me wet." "That figures," he replies while still calming down. "It's cool...I just want to enjoy...this...while..." "Oh shit. Don't move...oh yeah." She moans lightly. He feels her ass press tighter against him and feels her pussy lightly press against his cock. She stops playing herself and moans, "Oh...that's better." He looks at her and whispers, "I'm happy you got yours." She looks back at him and replies, "Yeah, yeah. No thanks to you." He smiles and lightly slaps her ass, feeling it giggle. He jerks as she playfully bounces her ass against his limping dick still inside her. He laughs, but leans in for a kiss. When they do, he can feel her pussy pulse; it was a slight torture to bear, but one he can enjoy. Fin The Punishment - Day 03 Writer's note: I edited Day 3 to get the series back to the original adult comedy theme. Feel free to send me any suggestions or comments, otherwise please enjoy. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 3 John wakes up and falls out of bed, wearing only his boxers. When the bed lights are turned on and his eyes adjust, he sees that he's not in his place. "What the...hell?" He watches as Jackie in a white t-shirt moves to his side of the bed and looks at him with very tired eyes. "What the fuck John?" "Don't hit me!" John asks pointing at her. Jackie has a confused look on her face and then yawns with indifference. "Don't tempt me." John feels his head for a bump on his head and feels nothing. "I...had a dream...that you...hit me on the back of the head with a club..." "I like this dream so far." Jackie jokes as John looks at her smile, then at her cleavage. Jackie snaps her fingers towards her face, then says, "Focus John, why the fuck are you freaking out?" John laughs lightly. "It's nothing...I think I read too much comics as a kid." "Yeah...or it could have been that weed I gave you." "Oh yeah," John says as his memory starts replaying the prior night. He remembers Jackie's offer for him to smoke weed for the first time in his life, in trade he received the perfect blowjob. He was also allowed to sleepover, but only to make her breakfast in the morning. John looks out the window and sees sunlight through the window blinds. "Since you're up John...I'll have my sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich now. And I drink my coffee with a little cream and lots of sugar." He watches her turn around and then says, "Oh shit!" She then jumps out of bed saying in a panic, "Shit, shit, shit." John watches her run towards the bathroom, mostly gazing her ass jiggle in her shorts. "What is it?" He stands up and sees the time on her clock, 7:35am. "Holy shit, we're going to be late!" "No shit," Jackie yells before closing the door behind her. He runs to the bathroom door and knocks on it rapidly. "Let me in!" "Take a whore bath in the bathroom sink!" -------------------------------------------------------------- After John slowly closes the door behind them, they stand still as nearly every officer in the meeting room looks at them. The captain is at the podium, giving them a brief hard look after he looks at his watch. But he retains everyone's attention when he continues with his debriefing. They make their way to the only two seats available, the front two seats in the front of the captain. As they make their way, John picks up the "shame-shame" and "penis-in-vagina" hand gestures from his fellow officers. John is amazed they graduated high school, let alone the academy. As soon as they sit down, the captain immediately says coldly, "Jackson-Dupre, to my office...now." He stares at them with disappointment as they stand back up. Jackie says, "Yes captain." John adds, "Sorry captain." As they head back to the door, John hears his fellow officers snicker. The captain says, "All right, cut the shit." John takes a quick look back as the captain starts assigning daily duties before he leaves the room with Jackie. He knows the last officers to get assigned work usually get shit assignments, so he can't wait to see how from bad to worse his day gets. -------------------------------------------------------------- Only ten minutes in the captain's air conditioned room and John can only wonder if Jackie is turned on from getting into trouble. He looks at her again and again. He's waiting for the cue to that a quickie in the captain's office is going to happen. "What John?" She yells, finally looking at him, annoyed. "Nothing," he says as he looks away, pretending to find interest in the captain's golfing trophies. The captain walks in and they stand in attention as he closes the door behind him. He walks past them and sits down unto his leather chair. "Sit down and don't give me any bullshit about being late from traffic." They sit down, looking at each one another for guidance; the one thing they failed to do in the ten minutes was to come up with a good lie. Their minds were completely blank. He had to admit, that weed was no joke. "Well...I...we..." John starts, briefly looking for Jackie to help, only to see a confused look on her face. The captain rubs his head and says, "Ok...enough. You'll both be assigned to desk duty for the day. Be happy it's only that." "Thank you captain," Jackie says as she looks at him with a friendly smile. "But...if either of you so much as miss attendance in my dreams, desk duty becomes an indefinite assignment. Understood?" "Understood, sorry captain," John replies humbly. "Yeah, sure...look, whatever you two are doing together..." "We're just fuck buddies, captain," Jackie interrupts. The captain rubs his head as John looks at Jackie in disbelief; she shrugs her shoulders as they share a look. He should have expected her to say something like that -- that weed was no joke. "I don't care what it is or how long it's been going on...just don't let it affect the job. Especially while there's an internal investigation going on! Understood?" His hidden angry comes out as he bangs on his desk with his hands. "Yes sir," Jackie immediately answers. "Sorry sir," John adds. "And until I can change rotation, I expect you both to keep your privates in your pants when you're on patrol." "Yes captain," they both answer. With an inspecting eye, the captain says, "Dismissed." --------------------------------------------------------------- After the third paper cut, John has learned how to handle paperwork and folders with care. Finishing up another report, he looks back at Jackie in the desk aside of him. He's not surprised that she's looking at the same folder and more focused on finishing off the bowl of mini pretzels that was brought in for the entire front office. When he gets up and walks to the back file cabinet with his folder, Jackie gets up and walks along with him. "Can I talk to you," she asks with a smile. "Yeah, what's up," John asks before putting his folder into the cabinet. She whispers, "I can't do this shit, you have to do the majority of the paperwork before I lose my fucking mind." "Come on Jackie." She whispers, "Hook me up and you get to fuck me in the closet later." She stands in front of him and pretends to be looking for a folder. She bends down slightly, rubbing against his crotch; immediately getting his attention. She says in a soft voice, "I don't think I put on my panties on, want to check?" He casually looks around to confirm the office is empty. He glides his left hand on her round ass and confirms that she isn't wearing panties. She whispers, "You can give me a quick squeeze." He immediately grabs her ass with both hands, but then she pulls his hands away and turns around with a smile. "We got a deal?" "Yeah," he says defeated; as if it was a real choice. She whispers back, "I thought so. See you at lunch in the break room in an hour." She walks away, grazing her right hand against his crouch, making him tingle. He looks at her majestic ass sway back and forth as she walks back to her desk and transfer half her folders to his desk. He's not surprised she played the sex card to get out of work. He's just surprised he didn't cum in his pants. The Punishment - Day 04 Jackie and John sit in the center of the briefing room, having already eaten and gotten their coffee for the meeting. They watch as officers start to walk inside and applaud them for their early attendance. Jackie briefly flips them the bird. The officers laugh in response and stop clapping. The captain and four lieutenants walk into the room. The captain has several red folders in his hands. He walks to and stands behind the podium, Jackie sees that his attitude solemn. The lieutenants line up against the windows, facing the room with a sense of duty on their faces as they cross their arms. Jackie is amazed by the attendance of all the lieutenants appearing to the meeting all at the same time. They displayed better attendance on the golf course, so she now knows that their jobs were threatened. "Alright, alright...sit down," the captain says. He unfolds the first folder when the officers sit down and settle down. He continues, "As you may or may not have heard, Officers Sarah Hall, Chris Divine, Joe Frost, and Kevin Queen volunteered to leave the prescient effective yesterday afternoon, pending an investigation with the DEA. In which if anyone has or comes across with important information should communicate with me only." The captain looks up at them for confirmation and then looks back down. "That being said...due to the loss of staff, we're going to keep the current partner rotation for the rest of the week, maybe longer." Jackie shares a brief concerned look with John as the captain closes the first folder and opens the second folder. Jackie takes a sip of her coffee to calm her nerves. She now knows that this meeting isn't just another hour to waste their time about reviewing procedure. "This is a letter from the department's lawyer." The captain clears his throat before he reads mechanically, "Dear Colleagues, in light of the recent investigation I ask that you refresh your understanding of the department's guidelines regarding accepting gifts and invitations from past/penitential/current suspects, suppliers, vendors, and outside business partners. Please take the time to review our policies which are located on our LVPD intranet site listed under HR Information and Forms". Jackie smiles at herself briefly after the captain folds the folder, procedure is still procedure. He looks back at them and continues, "If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to myself or any member of the leadership team." The captain gestures to the lieutenants. The captain looks down and opens the third folder. "I need the following officers to come see me in my office after this meeting." Jackie takes a sip of her coffee. ------------ John is driving while Jackie is riding shotgun. She looks at his face, full of grief and disbelief. "Are you alright John?" "I'm still in shock from this morning's briefing. I really got to know some of those guys. I mean...not all of them were great..." Jackie sees him struggling with his words. "What? Just say it, it'll be between us." "I knew Joe was up to something, because he'd always be talking about starting a marketing scheme on his own. Kevin is just a punk, but Chris got four kids and Sarah...she was so nice to me. I think she said she was on the force for seventeen years." "Nineteen years... two years until retirement," Jackie comments as she looks out her window, trying to not think about it herself. "Jesus Christ!" Jackie looks forward and she recognizes the black Lexus that speed past them. It then drives through a red light, swerves on the road, and nearly hits a bum on the street. "Who is this asshole," John says as he gives chase. Jackie knows. Peter Roman, the Senator's aid, a handsome young Italian known by the experienced officers to visit hookers more than his family. He also pays for special treatment. As they approach a stretch of abandoned houses, John reaches for the speaker microphone to call dispatch, but Jackie stops him by putting her hand over his hand. "We got this John." "What?" "Women's intuition, trust me just focus on the driving." "Women's what..." Jackie talks on car outside speakers and announces, "Driver, this is Jackie Dupre of the LVPD, pull over the vehicle...now!" Jackie watches as the Lexus pulls over, Peter knows what the deal is now. As they park behind it, Jackie tells John, "I have this, stay by the cruiser." "What? Are you kidding me?" She leaves the car before John can ask more questions. She walks towards the car, briefly looking back to see John sitting on the hood of the cruiser, watching her carefully. Jackie understands the situation when Peter unrolls the windows. Jackie grins, understanding his concern as his shirt is out and his pants zipped but stained. She then looks at his company, Alexis, a popular local blonde escort, with big tits that are barely contained by the straps of her short dress. Her lipstick is smudged and has matching stains on her cleavage. Jackie is sort of impressed, Alexis isn't cheap. She's called the "Meat hook" in some areas, known for her section during blowjobs; Jackie took notes last time she busted her. "Hey Alexis, I see you haven't lost your touch...you might want to...um..." Alexis looks down and says, "Shit." She takes some napkins, takes her breasts out, and wipes some cum off. And some expensive body spray and body glitter Jackie imagines. Peter says frustrated, "Are you fucking kidding me?" Alexis asks innocently, "What?" She covers her breasts. "You're a lucky man sir," Jackie teases. Peter says, "So...is your partner cool?" "Speeding, reckless driving, endangering lives with a vehicle...he'll need more than weed and a blowjob for this. I'll need the room for the night." He looks at her with understanding and hands her his keycard for Skyloft room at the MGM Grand from his suit pocket. Jackie tries not to get openly happy; it's at least eight bucks a night and she loves to splurge on his expense account. "Just leave the key on the front desk when you're done having fun...as always." "As always...drive safe." Alexis laughs in her high pitched voice. "Use your inside voice doll," Peter comments without looking at Alexis. "Sorry baby," Alexis says obediently. Jackie stands up, puts the key card in her pocket, and takes a few steps back. Alexis says happily, "Bye Jackie!" Jackie grins as Peter rolls his eyes and then drives away, leaving them to their own story to live. She walks back to John as he looks at her disapprovingly. "No arrest, not even a ticket, really Jackie? And what the hell did he give you? What's going on here?" She grabs his head and kisses him hard to shut him up. ------------ Jackie walks out the bathroom wearing a dark red bra, matching g-string, and red nylons. Shaking the small bottle of lube in her hand, she looks at John lying flat against the bed. He's remaining quiet, as requested. She's please that he's mentally and emotionally equipped to handle her method of torture. She walks to him slowly and puts the bottle on the bed. She plays with her hair and then she plays with her g-string, pretending to lower them only to leave them by her hips. She doesn't want to fish for compliments on how she looks, but his usual answer isn't tenting in his boxer shorts. "Really John, we have access to free food all night, cigars if we want, we have a great view, and you can't get up for me?" John says, "It's not that...why we got this room for free?" She smiles as she bends down to show off her cleavage, snaps her bra off, and throws her bra to the other side of the bed, that what usually undoes a man's conscience. "Hello!" As she starts to unbutton his boxers, he covers his crotch. "Hey...I need a minute." "John, move your hands." She looks at him to know she means business. When he moves his hands, she looks down and sees a limp noodle of a dick. She lazily picks it up with only one finger and watches it flop back down. She lightly taps his dick with her hand. "That's just great John." "I just...need a minute." She looks at him, leans down close, making sure her breasts rubs against his chest. She pretends to go in for a kiss but gives him her left cheek instead, giving him a good taste of her makeup. She glides her cheek against his before she whispers softly, "I know what you want John." "What's that?" She stands up straight. "Do you really need me to turnaround for you to get hard? Would only sucking on my ass excite you John?" She touches her breasts. "That hurt my feelings...it makes me want to be such a bitch to you right now for calling me ugly." John sits up and says defensively, "I didn't call you ugly." "Do you want to touch me?" "Yes please." She takes his hands and glides them over her sides and up unto her breasts. "Show me, squeeze my tits." Jackie smiles as he rubs her nipples and the firmly squeezes them. She sees him reaching down to touch himself. "No! You don't get that right, not until you make me feel better." He immediately goes back to pleasuring her with renewed interest, rubbing her breasts softly. She rubs his hair and whispers softly, "Take your time...oh yeah...take your time." She enjoys the nice, wet massage in his mouth. "Am I beautiful John?" He nods his approvingly, unwilling to remove his hungry mouth off her breasts. "Tell me I'm beautiful," she orders with a sudden straight face. "You're beautiful...you're fucking sexy!" "Are you yelling at me?" He looks down frustrated. But frustrated was good, as she looked down at his boxers and something was looking back. She crosses her arms and sighs, but happy that he can't see the grin she's fighting on her face. "How fucking sexy?" He looks up at her, but she says, "Keep looking down!" He looks back down. "You got tits that I could suck on for hours, your ass I can kiss for days..." "What about my pussy?" "Your pussy is sweet." "My pussy is awesome! What about my thighs?" "Um...they're nice and firm..." "Shut up!" She needed a minute to not laugh. She'd fuck with him about her hair, but if he'd say anything about noticing her using a new brand of shampoo and conditioner, she'd lose it. She reaches down into his boxers and feels his cock getting hard. "You'll be lucky to cum on my hand, let alone inside me." She feels his body become more receptive to her touch and his breath on her stomach. She removes her hold on his cock and approvingly places his hands to roam her body. She's not surprised that immediately grabs and cups her meaty ass. "Are you thinking of me with my face down and my ass up on the bed?" "Yes." She rubs his hair and says, "Do you want to take control of my ass and pounding my pussy John?" "Yes please," John says as he pinches her ass hard. She raises his head up with her finger. "You're not getting a blowjob because you don't need one, do you John?" "No." "You're going to stay nice and hard for me, aren't you John?" "Yes." "Good. Take off my g-string and put some lube on my ass and take your boxers off." She slowly walks unto the bed as he takes his boxers off. She lifts her ass up, showing her readiness to be pleased; his favorite position. "Wait John, kiss my ass first. What you're about to do is a privilege, never forget that." She grins as he kisses her entire ass lovingly. Then she feels the lube being poured over her lower back and being rubbed very inch across her ass. She wants to make fun of him to trying too hard, but she feels a nice tingle when she rubs her pussy against his dick. "Put some over my pussy." He does as she spreads her legs apart, rubbing and massaging her clit. She moves his hands away. "Put the remaining lube on your hands on my thighs." As he does, she places his cock between her ass cheeks and gives him a handjob as slowly grinds against him until he's nice and plumb. Then she slides his dick forward and rubs the head his dick up and down her slicked pussy. She starts taking deep breaths as she starts to feel good, licking her lips. She slowly moves forward and back against his cock, the head almost penetrating. Her bites her lips as stops and starts to slide it up and down against her clit. She closes her eyes briefly, feeling good as John's wanting hands presses on her ass. She rubs herself, before presses against his cock, letting more than the head in. He presses on her waist while he thrusts his cock in. "Oh fuck." She looks back at him, he's finally ready. He cups his hands on her ass and he mutters, "My dick is so hard right now." "No shit." She grabs onto the sheets, digging her nails deep, as he works her pussy with the full weight of his hips. She moans as her body tingles. She's touches her tits, looking down at the confirmation of her juices dribbling down his balls. He moans. "Oh God...you feel so good." "Oh yeah," she asks as she presses her ass back, turned on by the idea of messing with him. "Yeah, fuck me back, I like that shit." She rubs his balls lightly as she looks back at him and watches as him enjoy the ride. "You like me stroking your balls?" "Oh yeah, I love that shit." "Do you love watching that ass bounce on your cock? How does it feel it? Huh?" She bounces back on him harder and faster and she leans down, the bed starts to creak. Her arms unable to handle organism that's about to hit her. "Oh...fuck..." She slows down and hold herself centered on the covers but John maintains the speed. "Oh yeah, that's good...yeah, yeah, yeah..." As she cums, she lowers her ass and her legs to pull him on top of her to have his sweat over her body. She pulls his head close to hear him breathing hard against her ear. She moans as his hands tighten around her waist. "Cum inside me...give it to me...give it to me...yeah...yeah...yeah." She squeezes his head. He changes his thrusts to long and hard thrusts. "Oh fuck...oh fuck." She smiles as he jolts, then shakes, and then stops moving. "John...fuck me with cock. Come on...come on..." With no objections he thrusts occasionally into her, tickling her pussy. "Yeah...oh yeah..." She moans as he kisses her neck, feeling too good to move but she has to ensure John's willingness. She moves her ass so that his cock could slip out, then he rubs it against her ass. "Do you like making a mess on my ass?" "Oh...shit..." John moans. She keeps spreading rubbing the love goo from his dick unto her ass cheeks. "Now start enjoying the hotel room." "I already am." They share a laugh. Good, Jackie thinks to herself, he's ready to be molded accordingly.