2 comments/ 41533 views/ 7 favorites Can He Take The Punishment? By: Scarletlady Note from author: I couldn't decide how to end this story, in the end I let him suffer, perhaps I should do an alternative ending, who knows, I may just write one... * She was annoyed. They had been out to a party and he had pretty much ignored her all night. Not only that but he had drank in excess and was now in an irritating drink fueled happy mood thinking he was funny when in fact she felt more like slapping him. Worst of all, she was annoyed with herself as she felt so damn horny. He looked incredible tonight, his pale blue shirt bringing out the blue of his eyes, his five o clock shadow just starting to show through giving him a tough rugged look and he was wearing her favourite aftershave. She could inhale him all night. She was annoyed that he could still make her feel like fucking his brains out even when she was irritate to hell with him. They had arrived home in a taxi, he had been cracking jokes all the way home and her impatience with his grew. As they entered the house and made their way upstairs he had playfully smacked her butt and made some reference to how sexy she looked. "Whats the point in me making an effort?" she snarled, "When you couldn't even raise a smile in your state." As she strode into the bedroom, he looked hurt. He put his arm around her and murmured, "I can always raise my game for you my love," with a suggestive wink. She was now annoyed beyond belief. "Prove it then!" she snapped. His shock was visible, he had never seen her this angry. "I err may need some help, some inspiration," he slurred. "You know, just to get me started." He drunkenly kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. That was it, the final insult, "For fucks sake!" she growled, "Do I have to do everything myself!" She pushed him forcefully onto the bed and straddled him. Roughly she pulled his shirt open, not caring that his buttons went flying everywhere. His belt went the same way. He had a stupid grin on his face which only served to infuriate her more. Standing up she took hold of the bottom of his jeans and yanked them off, swiftly followed by his boxer shorts. He was stark bollock naked. Once again she straddled him and sat looking at him intently. Then very slowly she began to unbutton her blouse, button by button taking the longest time. He reached up to help her and she swatted his hand away. "You don't deserve to touch," she said "In fact..." She leant over to the night stand, crushing her breasts into his face, not caring if she was smothering him. She rummaged in the drawer for a second and pulled out two of his ties. Before he could realize what was going on, she had tied one hand to the bedstead, quickly followed by the other. "Better," she announced, ignoring his clearly worried expression. Resuming her position astride him she continued unbuttoning her blouse until it hung open. He could see her magnificent breasts encased in black lace and instinctively tried to reach for them, banging his heels on the bed when he realized he couldn't. She smiled. Leaning forward she brushed her breasts against his naked chest, stimulating her nipples through the lace. His body moved involuntarily. "Oh you like that?" she asked. He nodded. "Oh well, no more of that then," she teased and wriggled back slightly until she was sat across his crotch. She could feel his cock underneath her, curled up and soft. "If you want something doing,' she thought, "Do it yourself." To make it easier for herself she quickly removed her skirt and repositioned herself so that she was right on top of his cock. Slowly slowly she began to move her hips so that her pussy ground down hard against him. She could feel his cock rolling beneath her and increased the pressure but not the speed. Over and over she moved on him, feeling little sparks through her pussy each time she rubbed forwards. She removed her arms from the confinement of her blouse and cast it aside. Beneath her now she could just feel the stirring of his cock as it began to swell. Still grinding, she unfastened her bra and threw it to one side. She cupped her breasts in her hands and caressed her nipples whilst looking at him directly in the eye. She wet her fingers and pulled on her nipples until they stood up in peaks -- he watched her in awe, frustrated that he was unable to get to join in. Casually she lifted one breast, bent her head to it and sucked her nipple. He gasped and strained against his bindings. "Oh," she breathed, "Did you want to do that?". He pulled again at the ties that bound him. "Hmm, well ok just for a second then," she agreed. Still maintaining contact with his now semi erect cock she leant forward onto her forearms and tantalizingly positioned her nipples over his mouth. He greedily stuck out his tongue in an attempt to lick them but she kept them just out of reach. He moaned and lifted his head higher. She allowed him a fleeting touch before moving them out of reach one more. "Did I mention I'm really annoyed with you?" she said to him. "Your behaviour tonight was most selfish," she tutted, "So now its my turn." He let his head fall back onto the pillow. She continued to do a gentle sway above him with her breasts, just millimeters away from his mouth. She brushed them gently over his lips and as soon as his lips parted to try and capture one, she would move it out of reach. She was enjoying the power trip -- she could feel that his cock was now hard beneath her, crushed by her pussy, unable to stretch as it so wanted to. "Oh now whats this?" she said, sitting upright once again. "I think perhaps your cock wants some attention?" He moved his hips beneath her in answer. She leant over on to one leg and swung the other across so that she was kneeling at his side. As she moved off him his cock sprung up, tall and proud, its root in a nest of brown hair, its head red and shiny. She could almost see it throbbing. She again straddled him only this she stayed on all fours and faced his feet. She put her head towards his cock and allowed her hair to fall forward. She moved her head from side to side ensuring that her hair gently whipped him causing his cock to twitch at each touch. She heard him groan and immediately stopped. He exhaled with frustration and she smiled to herself. Moving backwards she wriggled up the bed until her pussy was level with his face. She was wearing black silk knickers and he could see where the material was slightly darker indicating a damp patch. She lowered her crotch to his face and rubbed it down the length of his nose. He took a deep breath and inhaled her, his cock growing impossibly hard as her musty scent filled his nostrils. Again she rubbed her damp knickers down his nose stopping by his lips. "Lick me," she told him. "But take your.." "Lick me now," she interrupted him. Obediently he began to lick the wet silk, he could taste her through the thin material, his tongue running the length of her pussy. 'Please take off your knickers' he asked but she just shook her head and pressed her silk covered pussy onto his face. He couldn't move his head, there was nothing else for it but to continue to lap away at the wet silk on his face. After a moment he tried to use his tongue to move the silk to the side, as she felt him do that, she moved away. He swore in frustration and again she smiled. She moved down his body until once again her face was level with his cock. Softly she blew on it, the cold air from her mouth made him twitch. She blew on his balls and watched them tighten, still not touching him. Then he felt her tongue softly lapping at the head of his cock, lapping up his juices, tiny movements of her warm tongue. He groaned and once again she stopped. She looked over at the night stand, hesitated a moment before she moved swiftly to a glass that stood there, she picked it up and took a long swig of it before immediately moving back to his cock, taking it whole into her mouth and sucking hard. He nearly lifted off the bed -- she hadn't swallowed and the drink was freezing cold and carbonated, coke no doubt. The bubbles were bursting against him like a thousand tongues the feeling was mindblowing. Once he got used to the sensation the pleasure outweighed the initial shock and as she began to suck, the coke was gone, to be replaced by the feeling of her cold mouth, which felt warmer and warmer the more she sucked. "This is more like it," he thought, his entire focus on his cock, not caring or thinking about anything else save for the heightened pleasure of his cock. He felt like he was going to explode, it wasn't like he was going to cum, it was a different feeling altogether, one he didn't want to stop. She was sucking his cock hard, from base to tip, as she sucked the head the suction was almost unbearable and he moved his hips in the vain attempt to pull it back. Bored with that she turned her attention to his balls. First she began to stroke them, trailing her fingers over them, feeling how heavy they were, how full they were. Then slowly she began to trace a path from his butt to the base of his cock, lightly running her fingers down the smooth track. She knew the spot that would make him jump as her fingers danced there, she found it and he sucked his breath in and convulsed. Over and over she rubbed him here, his body jerking each time until he asked her to stop. She stopped, but only from using her fingers, instead she bowed her head and traced the same path with her tongue, the pressure was lighter still and caused him to jerk all the more. He pleaded with her to stop, pleaded with her to suck his cock, or fuck him, just something!. She smiled. "But I haven't finished yet," she purred before recommencing her lapping, only this time on his balls. Once again she blew on them, before taking one into her mouth, lavishly swirly her tongue around it and then swapping to the other. The sensations running through his groin were killing him. Her tongue worked wonders on his balls, they were soaked from her sucking, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself making any noise. Didn't she know how cruel this was? She paused for a second in thought then stretched over once again to the bedside table. He turned his head to the side as far as he could to see what she was up to now. He saw her hand dip into the drink that stood there as she scooped up a couple of ice cubes from the glass. He frantically began shaking his head from side to side. Taking an ice cube in each hand she placed them on his nipples. He jerked as the ice met his skin, she began circling his nipples with them until they stood up erect. She paused once again in thought before moving back down his body towards his cock. "No!" he shouted at her -- she turned to him and once again just smiled. Putting the now smaller ice cubes into her mouth she leant forward and fed his cock carefully into her mouth. He took a sharp intake of breath as the coldness of the ice came into contact with his flesh, mixed with the warmth of her mouth. As she moved the ice around her mouth, it circled his cock, fueling an odd sensation in his groin as it touched him. It felt like his cock was going numb, almost as if it was de-sensitizing until, the ice had all melted and it was just her mouth sending crazy sensations through him. Gradually the warmth of her mouth came through and he gave himself up to the feel of her mouth, the pressure on his cock and the tickling of her tongue. He began releasing little moans as her neared his peak. Sensing this she increased her movement, following her mouth with her hand, sucking and squeezing him until his hips began to buck. Then she stopped and removed her mouth and hand. His hips carried on moving in the futile attempt to take him over the edge, stabbing his cock upwards into thin air. When he realized she had stopped he let out a howl in frustration. "Are you sorry yet?" she asked him, "Do you wish you had behaved?" He weakly nodded at her. She returned her warm, wet mouth to his cock and began to slowly move up and down once again. This time taking all the time in the world to suck from root to tip, slowly slowly. She could feel his hips begin to move again and increased the pressure and speed. Her right hand moved to his balls and she began to stroke and caress them as her mouth worked its magic. She felt his balls tighten and lift slightly and knew he was again near his peak. Quick as a flash she stopped again and crawled up his body towards his face. He was bright red with beads of sweat across his forehead. "Hot hunny?" she innocently asked him, ignoring the scowl on his face. He didn't look at her. She kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue between his lips, probing deep into his mouth but he didn't kiss her back. She pulled back and smiled. "Christ Im horny," she said raising herself above him, her knees either side of his shoulders. Still he did not look at her. It was only when he heard the sound of wetness did he open his eyes and look up to her. His mouth dropped open as he took in the sight of her. At some point in the proceedings she had slipped off her knickers and was now knelt above him with her pussy inches from his face. She had her eyes shut and with one hand held herself open - he could see every detail, every delicate fold, glistening wet in front of him. The other hand was busy stroking herself, her fingers shiny with her juices. He desperately wanted to touch her, to taste her, to sink into her and she knew that. He pulled hard at the bindings around his wrist but they were too tight. He needed her to touch him, his cock was throbbing, it felt bigger than it had ever felt and he needed release. He watched mesmerized as she pushed a finger deep into her pussy with a groan. He could imagine the warmth and wetness she was feeling, the spongy feel of that magical spot that could make her come like a steam train under the ministrations of his fingers, fingers that he couldn't reach her with. He wondered if she could reach that spot herself, wondered if that was something only he could do for her but soon had his answer. Her fingers were moving wildly, pumping into her pussy at speed, her knees lowered slightly and she let out a deep moan as she came, her cum spurting out over his neck and chin in streams. She fell forward onto her arms panting, trying to catch her breath not caring that it meant her pussy was directly over his face. He plunged his tongue into her, licking and sucking her plentiful juices, penetrating her with this tongue, cleaning her still throbbing pussy of her cum. She let him continue for a moment while she collected her thoughts - she was always out of it for a few moments after her climax, she always came so hard it would take her a while to come round. Sleepily she rose into a sitting position and looked down at him, his chin and nose were gleaming from her juices. He looked at her expectantly and she smiled a lazy smile once again. "I think Im tired now," she announced before curling up next to him and closing her eyes... Can He Take The Punishment? Ch. 02 For those people that commented on and enjoyed part one, I decided to continue the story. There were mixed reactions as to how it should end, whether he should be forgiven or not... *** She woke a few hours later and sleepily raised her head. The sun was rising on a new day. He lay, eyes closed as she had left him, his arms still attached to the bedsteads by his ties. The rise and fall of his chest was steady, indicating that he was asleep. She slid off the bed without disturbing him and padded to the bathroom to freshen up. As she leant on the sink brushing her teeth she had an idea. Squirting a large amount of toothpaste into her mouth she returned to the bedroom and knelt on the bed, leaning over his naked form. Very gently she lifted his dozy penis from its nest of curls and took it into her mouth against the minty paste. "Arrrgghhh!" came the response from above, "what are you doing?!". The mint felt like fire around his member, a total shock to his system. His hips bucked wildly in an attempt to throw her off but she just grinned and kept on sucking. He was holding his breath, the feeling was so intense it was all he could do not to scream. Then, gradually the mint cooled, the feeling became more comfortable leaving his cock feeling hot, like it was ready to burst. By now her mouth was filled as his length had grown to a proud size. "Babe?" he said, "Hasn't this gone on long enough?" "Hasn't what gone on long enough?" she innocently asked, raising herself to a sitting position. "Please untie me," he asked, "I want to show you how sorry I am". She thought about it for a moment before finally sliding up his body to untie his arms from the bedstead. He sat up and stretched his arms out, to regain full feeling in them before scooting her up into his arms. They lay spooning together and he gently stroked her back. "You certainly had fun didn't you?" he laughed. "I did," she smiled in answer. "Well now its my turn," he shouted as quick as a flash he had her pinned face down to the bed by his hard body. She squealed at the assault and tried hard to wriggle from under him but he was too strong for her. Pulling her hands from under her body, he stretched them to the bedstead and tied her to it in the same fashion that she had done to him. "Not quite so much fun now it is babe?" he asked, although not unkindly. In answer she brought up one leg sharply and kicked him in the back. "Oy!" he shouted, "Temper, temper now". Swiftly he moved to the bottom of the bed and held down her ankles. "Try and be nice," he suggested, "You never know, you might enjoy this..." He began to massage up one calf, stroking her skin firmly, using his thumbs to move the flesh, feeling her gradually relax under his touch. As his hands reached the back of her knees, they were replaced by his lips as he softly kissed the back of the joints, ran his tongue in the crease and instead used his hands to massage up the backs of her thighs. When the backs of her knees were wet with kisses, his lips and tongue began a journey up her inner thigh, softly softly until she allowed him no further. Moving in between her legs, he roughly separated them with his knee despite her best efforts to keep them tight together. He could tell that she was desperately trying to keep from him that she was actually enjoying this and it became his mission to make her beg for him. Once he had full entrance to her inner thighs he planted small kisses up them as his fingers danced a path towards her ass. He took forever, kissing, biting and rubbing the skin along either side her pussy that he could see was now pouting and ripe. She made no noise though, no indication of how she was feeling and he smiled thinking just how bloody stubborn she could be. Bypassing her womanhood he began to massage her buttocks, grabbing the skin hard, making her whince in response, before sliding one hand up the length of her spine causing him to lean over her. Nudging her legs even further apart, he began to stroke her bottom with his semi hard cock, up and down the crease of her butt, up and down, noticing her tense up as if she were worried about what may happen. Let her worry he thought, as he increased the pressure of his strokes against her crease. She shifted under him and once again brought up a leg and thumped his back again. He laughed out loud from the assault and threw himself forward so that his cock lay in the crack of her bottom and his body covered hers. He moved his legs wide so that they covered hers, stopping her from kicking him again. His full weight was resting on her and he could feel the strain on her breathing. "Will you stop doing that?" he asked. She didn't answer. Staying where he was he began to slide up and down, enjoying the friction around his cock wedged in her ass cheeks. With each shift of his body she grunted as the weight of him and his movements knocked the air from her lungs. "Will you stop kicking me if I get up?" he offered. "Ok," she answered sheepishly. He resumed his position knelt upright between her thighs and leaving her buttocks began to massage her back, rubbing the muscles in her shoulders, feeling the tension leave her as his strong hands moved over her skin. When her back was flushed and relaxed he kissed his way up her spine to her neck and shoulders, his arms either side of his body supporting him as he nuzzled her neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there until he reached her ear. He knew the effect even just breathing near her ear could have on her and he knew that shortly it would become very obvious just how turned on she was. Moving her hair away from her ear with his chin he took her ear lobe in his mouth and gently sucked. He thought he felt a slight movement underneath him but not anything like he expected, boy she was determined not to give in to him! He traced the shape of her ear with his tongue, making sure he breathed heavily into it as he did so, and still she held fast. He knew it must be killing her to not move as already he could see the hairs on her arms rising and a covering of goose bumps appear. It wasn't until he dipped his tongue into her ear that she reacted with the involuntary movement of squeezing her head into her neck and moaning softy. He knew that if he were to reach underneath her and find her breasts that her nipples would be standing fiercely to attention. He continued to nibble and lick her ear, reveling in the fact that she could not deny the feelings he was bringing about in her as she tried to contain the small whimpers that were falling from her lips. He knew that right now her pussy was leaking her juices profusely without the need to touch her. He knew that if he were to part her legs now to take her, he would find no difficultly in sliding into her body. He knew that she would welcome him, that she would clamp around his hard cock and encourage him to release into her. His cock was rock hard, the temptation to do just that was enormous but he didn't feel like he had had his revenge, he wanted her to beg for him. Moving his hand down over her bottom he felt between her legs smiling as his theory was proven right. She was deliciously wet. Resisting the temptation to pleasure her with his mouth as he so desperately wanted to do right now, to taste her, to clean her of her juices, he slowly slid a finger inside her. Inwardly he groaned at the feeling, she on the other hand made no sound. Adding a second finger he felt around, trying to find that special spot, that special place that would no doubt have her begging him to make her cum. He knew he had found it when her hips shifted in a movement of their own. "You like that?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't answer. He continued to stroke her, feeling her hips start up a rhythm of their own. "Ah, you do," he chuckled, "Well, let's stop that then," and he removed his hand. He had expected her to complain or react in someway, as he had done when she had teased him, but she lay still and quiet. He couldn't deny he was annoyed. He knew how turned on she was and how much she wanted him, why couldn't she just admit it, give in and they could give in to their urges? "I'm going to untie you now," he said, "You need to behave when I do otherwise I will tie you back up." He moved up the bed and gently untied her wrists, allowing her to sit up on the bed. He laughed at the scowl on her face and stood up by the side of the bed, pulling her to her feet. "Look darling, it's a brand new day," he said steering her towards the window, "Let's make a truce and forget all the bad feeling from last night." The sun was streaming through the window with the promise of a glorious day. Across the road he could see the milk man on his rounds, dropping various items off at their neighbour's doorsteps. She moved to look through the glass before remembering she was naked and moved to the side out of view. He stood behind her, threaded his arms through hers and cupped her full breasts from behind. She leant back into him and wiggled her butt at him, feeling round behind her to tug playfully on his cock. He lowered his hands from her breasts to gently push her against the bedroom wall where he began to kiss the back of her neck softy. She murmured against his lips and began a gentle sway with her hips, rubbing against him. He took one hand and felt between her buttocks to her still sodden pussy and began to caress her at a steady pace. Her sway became of a less gentle nature as she tried to move against his hand to set her own pace. Without warning he gripped her arms and moved her sideways to the window and pushed her up hard against the glass. She immediately tried to move away, conscious of the fact that anyone walking passed the house would see her in her naked state but he held his grip. "No!" she shouted, "Let me go!" "What's the matter," he drawled, "You not having fun now?" Her breasts were flattened against the window, her palms spread next to them and still she tried to move free from him. He pressed up close to her and with one foot forced her left leg to slide apart from the other along the thick carpet, allowing him to step between them. Taking his cock in one hand he roughly sought out her damp hole and with one movement plunged upwards into her hot depths. They both groaned as he bottomed out from the deep angle of penetration and for a split second she forgot that she could be seen in clear view through the window. She could see the milkman, still across the road, back and forth from his float and what's more, didn't care that if he looked up, and saw them fucking. He placed his hands on top of hers and gripped them as he pumped in and out of her furiously, banging her hips against the window sill painfully and causing her to turn her face to the side to avoid hitting her nose on the glass. He buried his face into her neck and whispered into her ear, "Do you like me to fuck you hard like this?" Her legs buckled slightly as his hot breath tingled in her ear, causing the same lightening reaction as earlier. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered again. In response she held herself steady against the window sill, pushing back against him feeling him go even deeper inside her. She clamped her pelvic floor muscles and gripped him tightly and he groaned into her neck. "Does it feel like I want you to stop?" she murmured back to him and began to push back against him at a matching pace, causing their bodies to thud together. His thrusts became more and more frantic and she became conscious of the force they were putting against the glass. She tried to manoeuvre him backwards as he jerked against her, pushing herself away from the glass until he realized what she was trying to do. He stopped his thrusting and allowed himself to be pushed gently towards the chair positioned in the corner of the room and with her still impaled on his impossibly hard cock, they lowered themselves to a seated position. "Hmmm this is good," he whispered into her back, as he reached around to fill his hands with her warm and flushed breasts. With her legs either side of his she lifted herself slightly off him making room for him to resume gentle thrusts from underneath her. Removing his hands from rubbing her erect nipples he used the arms of the chair for leverage and began to increase the depth of penetration, taking longer strokes deep into her canal, focusing all his concentration on the place where their bodies met. His thighs were warm, wet and sticky, as he pumped his cock up and down he could see his pubic hair matted with her juices. The friction of her tight pussy against his shaft felt incredible and he knew he couldn't last much longer. He began to increase his thrusts as he tried to reach his point of no return and breathed heavily into her neck. Knowing that he was close to cumming she smiled to herself and slid down his entire length until she was sat fully on his knee, restricting his thrusts totally. Not quite understanding what she was trying to do, he unsuccessfully tried to thrust upwards into her but as he was already totally encased within her, the effort was futile; he could neither thrust upwards or pull out. Slowly his mind began to focus he realized what she was doing. He tried to move out of the chair but she had wrapped her legs backwards around the legs of the chair itself and so he found himself pinned underneath her. Once again she was in control, once more their coupling was back to being on her terms and once again, she was in a position to call the shots. He lay his head back in the chair clenched his fists in frustration. He was so close, just a few more thrusts and he would finally be able to empty his heavy balls inside her. "Why have you stopped?" she asked him innocently over her shoulder. In a pathetic attempt to bring himself off he found that if he rocked his hips in a sort of rolling motion he could create a small amount of friction against the swollen head of his cock. She allowed herself a smile as he desperately rocked underneath her. "Do you need some help with that?" she asked. He ignored her and carried on with his pitiful movements that kept him just on the brink of orgasm but were not enough to take him over the edge. He knew he was beat. He knew that from the moment they had arrived home hours before, from the minute she had decided he should be punished for his behaviour the evening prior, that he would not win. He stopped moving and lay his head against the back of the chair. "Please?" he whispered. "You only had to ask nicely," she answered and unhooking her legs from around the chair slowly began to rise and fall on his cock, once again clenching him fiercely with her well trained muscles. He held his breath as she increased the pace, moving faster and faster up and down his hard shaft. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust upwards hard to meet her on her downstroke, her ass slapped against his thighs, her juices coated his length as she rose and fell, faster and faster. Then he was there! Pulling her roughly down he held her on his lap stationary and groaning loudly he shot hot thick streams of cum up as far as her cervix, pumping what seemed like gallons into her welcoming pussy, filling her completely. He lay his head on her back, spent. "Finally," he said. "Finally," she repeated, "Don't ever make me angry again."