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Punish

By: splendid_



I heard her come into the house using the key that I had recently given her. It was still odd knowing that she could be in my home whenever she liked although I knew she would only arrive invited, as she had done today. She knew she was in 'trouble' and that her punishment was taking place as soon as she came up the stairs. I smiled to myself and walked with measured steps to the bedroom door to welcome her. As she rounded the stairs and saw me in the doorway her step faltered. She looked me carefully up and down and her pensive expression was replaced with a coy smile. As she walked towards me up the final two stairs, she glanced at my hand and saw the whip, this was enough for the return of the pensive look. I smiled then and told her that she better hurry or the punishment would be so much worse.

She walked quickly into the room and attempted to embrace me. I stepped back and told her not to touch me. She dropped her hands and looked uncertainly around the room. She could see the ties were ready around the posts of the bed and cushions were arranged in a position she couldn't fathom. I ordered her to undress and as she began to speak I told her that she had to remain silent or I would whip her. I emphasised my point with a crack from the cat o nine tails against the bedstead. She flinched and began to take her clothes off.

When she had discarded the final item I told her to bend over the end of the bed and, as she rested herself over the cushions, she realised that I did have her punishment planned as I promised. 

I tied her wrists so that she was spread and held tight. I noticed that her breathing was becoming deeper and was pleased with the effect that the situation was having. I knew she was trying to get a glimpse of me in the boots and Basque and I was pleased that I had taken the time to dress appropriately in the way that I knew she would appreciate. Judging from the wetness I could see as I nudged her legs apart everything was going as well as I had anticipated. I pulled the blindfold over her eyes and kissed her gently on her lips as a signal to her than she was now mine until I said she could stop.

I reached for the riding crop that I had put to one side and ran it gently up the inside of her right thigh and then down the inside of the left one. Her knees trembled as she tried to push her clit against the crop. I whispered no and slapped her bum cheek to chastise her. I told her that I was in charge and her pleasure and pain were in my hands. She moaned and buried her face into the pillow. I gently tapped the crop against her clit and her legs quickly began to shake. I stopped and told her to hold herself still or I would end the punishment before she could come. She straightened up and I swapped the crop for the 'cat' across her back, alternating between gentle strokes and a slap with all 9 tails. She groaned and her cum began to dribble down her sagging legs. I reminded her of why she was being punished and she groaned and agreed it would never happen again as she frantically nodded her head in agreement to my questions. 

I stopped whipping and walked away and she lifted her head as if it would allow her to see beyond the blindfold. This made me smile as she really didn't enjoy handing over control and this was a real lesson in trust for us both. It gave me an opportunity to admire her body again and reaffirmed to me why this woman was really special to me and why loving her was so easy. 

I picked up my 'cock' from the cabinet and slid the straps over my bum and waist. I picked up the lube and walked back over to my captive. I could see her frozen as if hearing me would give her an idea of what was to come. I knelt down behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I flicked my tongue over her ass and heard her groan again and her legs buckled. I slapped her ass cheek and told her firmly that she needed to stand straight or I would stop and leave the room. She obliged and I pulled her ass cheeks apart again. She pushed her cunt onto my face and I licked her clit and ran my tongue over her from clit to ass and back again. She began to cum and I knew that she was close to having the big orgasm that would render her incapable of standing. I still had more to do so I stood and slid my fingers inside her cunt and gripped her so that she couldn't move without my permission. She braced herself against me and I leant over and bit her shoulder. I whispered in her ear that I was going to fuck her and I was going to fuck her soon and she was not allowed to cum until I told her she could. I told her to nod if she understood and she frantically nodded. 

I then removed my fingers and slid my cock into her cunt and with one thrust had her hard against me. I wrapped my hands into her hair and pulled her head back and her body tightly onto me. She strained against her restraints and moaned. I saw the muscles in her back tighten and she was trying to arch her back which meant her she was close to cumming. I slowly built up speed and then slowed down as I felt her orgasm approaching. She began to moan when I slowed down and begged me not to stop. I quietened her by withdrawing and reminding her of the need for silence. I entered her again and pulled her hair tightly. I moved with her as I built up speed and I knew that I had to let her cum or else the moment would she became frustrated and incapable. I told her that she could cum when she wanted and I took her blindfold off and released one hand so that she could play with herself. She began to cum straight away and I matched my rhythm to her orgasm as the waves travelled down her body. I felt the cum running down us both and knew that my cock was probably the only thing holding her up. I slowly withdrew from her and released her remaining hand. I lifted her to an upright position and turned her around. I pulled her towards me and kissed her face gently as I walked her backwards around the bed. I laid her down and covered her so that she could enjoy the final parts of her orgasm as I felt between her legs and idly flicked her clit and enjoyed the final stages of her orgasm with her wrapped in my arms.

Punish Me



I need you to punish me. We both know how my dirty male mind works, we both know how uninhibited I can be, and we both know that I need to be taught a lesson. I need you to be my teacher. I need your discipline and guidance. Only from a woman as strong and beautiful as you can I truly understand obedience. 

I need to know that I am a worthy slave. I need to be punished when I have been a bad boy and rewarded when i have behaved. Because I am but a simple male, these gestures need to be directed in the simplest of manners.

Spank my bottom when I am an unruly slave. If I have failed to please out of my typical male ignorance, spank me with your riding crop or your hand. When I intentionally disobey, use the massive wooden paddle, and when you spank me use your full force with each swat to my ass. Scold me with words, but make sure they always accompany some form of physical punishment. Because I am a male I am not in tune with my intellect the way you are. My thoughts form around the physical nature of sex, so simply telling me I am bad is not good enough: You have to show me mistress. If I have not completed a task to your satisfaction, restrain my hands with rope and force me to wear the agonizing nipple clamps you so adore me to be subjected to. Humiliate me, tell me that I am a worm not worthy of even gazing upon you.

As for rewards, do not be too generous. Perhaps allowing me to worship your elegant feet after I have done an extraordinary job of cleaning your boots with my tongue would be a sufficient reward. Or if I have restrained my sexual desires by NOT masturbating without permission, let me see you dressed in my favorite leather outfit of yours. When I haven't whimpered too much from the pain of the nipple clamps, gently massage my sore nipples and tell me that i am worthy of your torture. But most importantly, only when i have been especially good should I be permitted to cum. 

Make me your boytoy, your submissive pet. Like all males, I am an animal and i need to be domesticated. Make me wear a collar with a leash, walk me around your dungeon and tug on the leash hard when you want me to stop. I am your dog, and I must be tamed. 

If you desire my companionship at night, and if I haven't been too defiant, let me curl up and sleep at the foot of your bed. If you need a glass of water in the middle of the night, nudge me awake with your foot and order me to fetch your beverage. If I am too slow or make any sigh of discomfort, make me sleep on the floor. If I have been especially undutiful throughout the day, and it isn't too cold outside, command me to sleep on the back porch. When I sleep on the floor or at your feet, do not give me a blanket. Take pleasure at the sight of me shivering as you sleep comfortably under your blankets. Wear a very sexy nightgown to bed, one that invites thoughts of lust which torment me further. Wake me up in the morning by smacking my ass with your riding crop. 

I hope you will fulfill my fantasy, but more importantly, I hope that I can fulfill yours. Please be my mistress. Please teach me how to obey. Please tease me in the ways you know best. Please punish me.



Punish Me



Please vote, comments are always welcome. All persons in this story are over 18 

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There was luggage in the entryway when Daniel opened the door to his apartment. From the burgundy color alone he was pretty sure it was his mother's, the monogram on the side, GHM, confirmed his suspicions. He took a moment to look it over, too many bags for just a visit.

Hanging his coat he made his way to the kitchen where his mother was standing in front of the stove stirring something that smelled delicious. Her honey blond hair was pulled up in a bun with loose strands flying away haphazardly. A cream colored silk top tapered softly into a well fitting black skirt that plumped nicely where her backside pressed out. His eyes were drawn to just under her arm where he could make out the shape of her breast. In all of his twenty eight years he had never gotten over the sight of his mother's fantastic set of tits. Gail Miller was well put together for certain, three husbands and countless suitors attested to her physical beauty. Even at the age of forty eight she was a sight to behold.

"How long?" Daniel asked opening the fridge and pulling out a beer. He turned and leaned against the door as he took a long pull from the can.

"I've only been here a few hours dear, dinner will be ready in a few," she answered without turning to face him. Her face was scrunched with worry.

"That's not what I meant mom and you know it. How long will you be staying?" He didn't bother to hide his annoyance. Three times in the last five years she had shown up unannounced because her current boyfriend or husband had sent her packing.

She wanted to assure him it wouldn't be long, but instead her voice cracked and the tears came in a flood. Her body shook and she braced herself against the stove, holding herself up to keep from crumpling. With a soft curse Daniel put his beer down and stepped up behind his mother, his arms circling around her waist and holding her tight. He made soft cooing noises to calm her as he stroked her silky hair. Gail buried her face in her son's chest and tried valiantly to quell the crying.

"I'm sorry," she whispered through sobs. "I've done it again."

Again. It was always the same since Daniel's father, Dan senior, died eight years ago. Gail would find some decent guy and for a time it was domestic tranquility. Time would pass, over a year with the first husband, now just a few months with the latest boyfriend, and then things would deteriorate. She would become disrespectful, over spend, any of a hundred things that seemed as if she was sabotaging her relationships. 

Daniel's father would never have accepted Gail acting the way she had been since his death. He wasn't a brute, never abusive, but Dan senior had been a man of little compromise. He knew they way he wanted his home, his life and he wouldn't accept anyone, even his wife, getting in the way of it. Gail had seemed to thrive under such single minded determination, even though to Daniel his mother seemed to intentionally go against his father's wishes from time to time.

It was this rebellion that caused her now ex-husbands and boyfriends to dump her on her plump posterior and inevitably she would show up at Daniel's door, or more accurately inside his apartment.

"Why?" Daniel asked at last. He always asked and he always knew the answer before she spoke.

"The same thing," Gail replied after a time. She leaned back so that she could look into her son's face, afraid to see the disappointed look in his eyes.

"What am I gonna do with you mom?" He asked shaking his head. Gail only sniffled and then hugged her son tightly. "Call me when dinner is ready," Daniel said as he untangled himself from her grasp and headed off for a shower.

Gail served a delicious meal and when it was over she insisted on clearing the table and cleaning up all by herself. She poured Daniel a drink and served it to him in his easy chair, the television already tuned to a ball game in progress. With a smile Daniel accepted her peace offering knowing full well that in time her desire to please would wain and she would be out looking for a new man soon enough.

The days passed pleasantly enough for Daniel and his mother. For a month he was treated to a hot breakfast each morning, an immaculate apartment when he returned from work and home cooked dinners each evening. It was easy to slip into this routine and it felt as if he was a senior in high school once again where his stay at home mother made him the center of her world.

It was a vacuum cleaner that reminded Daniel of the true situation. It wasn't so much that it was a vacuum cleaner as it was a brand new, thousand dollar vacuum cleaner when he had a perfectly usable one in the closet down the hall. He opened his apartment door and where there had been luggage a month before in his entryway there now stood an unopened box with the receipt taped to the top of it. He could feel his anger rise immediately.

"Why?" he asked gruffly, brushing past Gail in the kitchen. He didn't even notice the sundress his mother wore. Her makeup was flawless and she was as beautiful as ever, but his frustration didn't allow him to truly see her. The men in Gail's life since her husband's death didn't know her pattern the way her son did, so they never jumped to this level of anger so early on.

"I just thought we could use it," Gail said defensively. 

"The one I have works fine, it's barely a year old as it is. Besides, it's me who has to pay that bill, don't you think you should have asked me?" Daniel fumed.

"Don't you take that tone with me," Gail began. Daniel's face was a mask of confusion and anger. 

"What the hell do you mean? You live in my apartment and I pay all the bills. I think it's you who needs the attitude adjustment." Daniel saw his mother's face twitch. He stared at her for a long time until she lowered her eyes. 

"I'll take it back tomorrow," she said meekly with her hands clasped in front of her. Daniel shook his head as he considered that his mother looked like a little girl who had been chastised. Unwilling to be the brute he gave her a hug about her shoulders. 

Gail stood in the kitchen alone, an emptiness inside her growing like a chasm. With a sigh she went back to preparing dinner. At the end of dinner she excused herself to an early bed time. Daniel bid her goodnight, wanting to get past the awkwardness but unsure of how to do it. It would mend in time he thought. 

The following weekend Daniel made plans to take a consultant from work out to dinner. Lenore was a flirty young woman used to travelling from city to city, never staying in the same hotel for more than a couple of weeks. The pair ate at a fancy, upscale restaurant where the dinner was served with a generous helping of laughter and sexual innuendo. Before the dessert was served Lenore slid her stockinged foot up Daniel's leg and flashed him her bedroom eyes.

"I hope you have someplace we can go to be alone," Lenore whispered in his ear as they rode the elevator down to the street level. "The company is forcing me to share a suite with Jenna so my hotel is out."

Daniel thought about it for a moment before agreeing, holding her tightly against his body as they hailed a cab. Once they made it to his apartment he offered her a seat on the couch while he disappeared down the hall.

"Mom," Daniel whispered, pushing open the door to the spare room his mother was using. The lamp on the nightstand was on and Gail was sitting up reading a book, the covers pulled up tightly around her waist. She wore a diaphanous pajama top with heavy lace that covered where he guessed her nipples might have been. Daniel could feel his arousal growing and shrugged it off, convincing himself he was was just anticipating an evening with Lenore.

"I have a guest," he said quietly nodding his head meaningfully. Gail pulled her glasses down and then nodded knowingly. Closing the door Daniel made his way back to the living room where Lenore was waiting.

"I wondered where you disappeared to," Lenore said as he stepped out of the darkened hallway. Her crisp white blouse had the top four buttons undone and he could easily see the lacy bra beneath that cupped her perky breasts. "Come here," she whispered extending her arms out to him as he sat down next to her.

Their lips met and quickly Lenore slipped her tongue past his teeth and into his mouth. Daniel was delighted in her eagerness as she crawled on top of his lap undoing his shirt and pulling her own blouse free from her skirt. His hands pushed between her legs where his fingers found the damp panties covering her pussy.

Sitting up straight Daniel leaned forward until Lenore was laid back on the couch, her hands sliding through his hair as his face trailed kisses down her face and across her chest. His teeth grazed her stiffened nipple through the sexy bra. Lenore let out a gasp and pulled him tighter against her body. Encouraged he bit down on her nipple with more force and felt the resulting gush that washed over his fingers that were busily sliding over the downy fur covering her sex.

"I want to take a bite of your peach," Daniel said which elicited a pleasant moan from Lenore. Sliding down further he bunched her skirt up around her waist and dipped his tongue deep into her furrow. The feel of his tongue slipping past her vaginal lips was causing Daniel's cock to harden unbearably. Her 'oohs' and 'aahs' drove him forward and he quickly lapped at her flowing sex with determination.

"Oh, oh," Lenore chanted as her hips began to rock back and forth steadily. "Oh god, oh god, OH MY GOD!" The last came out in alarm. Lenore was clamping her legs tightly together, pushing Daniel away from her as she scrambled to cover her body with her blouse. "Who the hell are you?"

Daniel spun around and saw his mother standing there. Gail was wearing a white baby doll nightie, the one Daniel mistook for a pajama top. A silk robe hung loosely off her shoulders untied so that her legs were on full display and her black panties stood out in stark contrast.

"Danny who is this- this- woman?" Lenore asked incredulously.

For a moment Daniel wondered what he should answer. Did he dare tell her that it was his mother who was now in line for a serious ass chewing? Or- or what? He couldn't think of a plausible story.

"Forget it," Lenore said at last. Pushing her skirt down she pulled her blouse closed and held it together with one hand while she grabbed her heels with the other and then stormed out the door.

"Sorry," Gail whispered, looking down at the floor. Daniel stared at her numbly, shaking his head in bewilderment. For a long minute she stood before him waiting, waiting for what she didn't know. When he sat there in silence she turned to go.

"You're sorry," he said angrily. "You're sorry? What part of 'I have a guest' didn't you understand?" His voice was loud, on the verge of shouting. Gail stopped but didn't turn to face her son. "Well? Answer me. What did I say that made you think, 'Oh I'll just pop out and have a visit'?"

Gail turned to face her son, his face red with anger. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he was obviously trying to work out the pent up rage that he felt within. She held her head up defiantly though she bit her lip.

"What the hell is your problem?" Daniel asked at last. Rising from the couch he stood next to her, his breath hot on her skin as he exhaled angrily out of his mouth. "Why do you intentionally piss men off? God, you used to do the same shit to dad. Except dad would put you in your place, huh? Dad never put up with your shit." The words rolled off his tongue and they hung in the air for a moment.

Gail looked away, unable to meet her son's gaze. Daniel looked up and down her body, his unmet desire still fueling his hardened cock. Her breasts rode high on her chest, the hardened nipples visible in the lacy material. Her long legs, freshly shaved and smoothed with lotion were as nice as Lenore's, a woman half her age.

"Come here," he said harshly grabbing his mother's hand. He drug her to the couch where he sat down and then pulled her to him with a jerk. As she stumbled towards him he pulled on her arm sharply and Gail soon found herself slung over her son's lap, her bottom up in the air. Pulling up on the robe he bared her pantie covered ass.

"What-" Gail began to protest but then she yelped as his hand smacked into her ass full force. The sting of his slap was not so painful as it was unexpected. "Stop!" Gail yelled. She reached back and tried to cover herself with a free hand but Daniel grabbed it and held it firm against her lower back.

Another slap on her ass and Gail tried to wriggle free but Daniel held her steady. She didn't cry out this time, which inflamed Daniel's anger. With his free hand he pulled her panties down until her ass was completely bare. Three quick slaps and her cheeks were covered in a rosy glow. Gail cried out with each successive smack and struggled to get away, kicking wildly at the air.

"I think this is what you need," Daniel said through clenched teeth. Again and again his hand smacked into his mother's ass until at last Gail lay limp across his lap, her soft cries filling the room between his gasps of breath.

Daniel slumped back into the couch, wiping sweat from his forehead. Gail slipped to the floor and turned her body so that she was kneeling next to the couch and resting her head on the cushion. Looking down at his mother, her reddened ass with her panties pulled to her knees, Daniel felt his cock throb once again. His arousal had never faded and he was suddenly worried that his mother would see that he was excited. Pushing himself up from the couch he trudged to his room and slammed the door shut.

Alone in the master bathroom Daniel splashed his face with water. He ignored his painfully erect cock as he took off his clothes, dumping them in a corner before he fell onto his bed. 

"Daniel? Daniel?" Gail whispered at his door. 

Daniel didn't answer her and he guessed that after a minute she must have headed to her own room. The whole scene played back in his mind over and over as he rolled over and tried to sleep. 

His dreams were haunted with visions of his mother turned over his knee and he was spanking her. Except it didn't stop with just him slapping her ass cheeks. He would get to the point where he would push her legs apart and he would begin to explore her pussy, sliding his fingers past the downy fur that covered her lips and deep inside her. His mother would plead with him to stop, but he ignored her cries as he continued to finger fuck her hot, steamy hole. 

The next morning Daniel rose from his bed feeling more tired than he had when lay down. His dreams came back to him and he didn't think he could face his mother. Luckily for him Gail was still in her room when he made his way out the door. He spent the day wondering what he would say when he got home and the inevitable confrontation took place. 

When he arrived home the apartment was immaculate, dinner was exquisite and his mother was dressed elegantly and never made mention of what he had done to her the night before. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never came. 

At the end of the evening his mother kissed him lightly on the cheek and headed to her own room. Daniel stayed up flipping through the channels mulling over the situation. Finally, no closer to any conclusions he hit the sack.

The days passed and it was nearly two weeks before Daniel was reminded of his mother's need to rock the boat. Coworkers had planned a karaoke party and because Gail had complained of never leaving the house he had extended her an invitation to come along. 

"Oh I don't want to be a bother," she said waving him off.

"No seriously mom, come with us. It will be fun. There will be lots of people there." Daniel said encouragingly. He truly wanted her to attend the party. Gail gave in with a huff and went off to change.

Two hours later Daniel was ready to leave and his mother was still in her bedroom, so he knocked on the door. "Everything okay mom? You better hurry up, it's time to go."

"I'm not going," she said dejectedly.

Daniel's face scrunched into a scowl and pushed open the door. Gail gasped and covered her mostly exposed body. He could see she was only wearing a pair of black panties and bra while a dozen or more dresses were laid out on her bed.

"Pick one," Daniel commanded. It was the voice he remembered his father using. So did Gail. Her back stiffened and then she pushed her lip out but she quickly reached for her little black dress and began to pull it on.

Daniel waited for her in the living room and a few minutes later she came out slipping earrings into her ears.

"I still don't know," she began as she looked at herself critically in the mirror. Daniel could see no flaw in her attire and told her so. "I should just stay home," she whined.

"Let's go," Daniel said encouragingly.

"No, I think I'll stay home," Gail said and tried to escape down the hall.

Daniel had had enough. He'd made a genuine offer for her to accompany him on an evening out and it wasn't enough. She wanted to be begged to come, or something. He couldn't explain what it was that his mother wanted, but he was tired of this game. With exasperation Daniel caught his mother's arm and twisted it until she was pressed up against the wall. He pulled her dress up with his free hand and stuffed the hem into the fingers where he held his mother captive. The thong she wore was wedged deeply between the cheeks of her ass and offered no protection from the swats that landed noisily.

"Oh!" Gail cried out and soon felt the tears well up in her eyes as Daniel reddened her ass with repeated slaps. When he was done her makeup had streaked and she was certain she wouldn't be able to sit at all.

"Let's go," Daniel said. Gail grabbed her small purse and headed out the door he held open.

The cab ride was short, barely giving Gail enough time to fix her makeup as best she could. She pulled the hem of her dress up and enjoyed the feel of the cool leather against her bare skin which was blazing red, at least that was some relief.

Daniel didn't speak to her at all during the cab ride, his gaze fixed outside onto the rain soaked streets. He considered his mother's relationships since his father had died and how all of them had ended. His mother never denied that she was the cause of her marriage problems, but she had never explained why they failed. Could it be that his father had ruled his mother with a heavy hand, smacking her around, or at least spanking her, when she got unruly? And was it this corporal punishment that made her happy? 

Gail caught her son looking at her and she gave him a sweet smile, her eyes glancing down after a moment. She tried to show she was grateful but it was difficult and then there was the other problem. When the cab stopped and she slid out after Daniel she looked back and saw the telltale wetness smearing the leather seat. 

The karaoke party was being held in an upstairs banquet room of a familiar restaurant. The regular lights were turned down low and a disco ball and other dance floor lighting flashed around the room in time to the driving beats. A steady stream of people got up and sang their favorite songs. Gail walked close to Daniel, her hand slipped under his arm so that he could lead her through the crowd to a table on the side. When he offered to get her a drink she smiled warmly and nodded.

As he waited for his turn to order he contemplated the spanking he had given his mother. The sight of his mother's thong while she was pressed up against the wall had certainly been exciting. He could almost feel her plump ass in his palms even now. The thought was causing a stir in his pants and a smile to spread across face.




Punish Me



"Dan, would you care to dance?" a meek voice said, almost drowned out by the loud music.

He turned to see a mousy woman with her bangs pulled sharply to the sides, unflattering glasses on a plain face that showed little signs of makeup. His mind raced trying to remember her name. He'd seen her a dozen times but couldn't recall having ever talked to her, but she knew his name, so they must have spoken at some time.

"Uh, sure," he said with a forced smile. Her relief was almost comical and it was then he realized how difficult it must have been for her to approach him. As they stepped beneath the flashing lights the moderate tempo song ended and a slower ballad played. A young intern sang a lilting love song beautifully.

Daniel pulled the young woman close and held her lightly in his arms as they swayed in time with the music. More people crowded onto the dance floor and soon they were hidden in a sea of bodies. The young woman laid her head on his chest and followed his swaying lead.

His mind drifted back to his earlier thoughts of his mother in the apartment and how spanking her had made him feel. The power he had felt over her was intoxicating, arousing and forbidden. He knew it was wrong, but that only made it more exciting. He wondered what would have happened if he had taken it further, if he hadn't just stopped with a spanking. Would his mother have yielded to him?

Daniel pulled the young woman tighter to his body and he heard her gasp in surprise as his hardened cock pushed against her firmly. Her innocent little face was awash in horror as she realized what she was feeling. In a flash she was darting away from him across the dance floor. He could only watch in embarrassment as others looked at him quizzically.

"I saw you dancing with some girl," Gail said when Daniel returned to their table with the drinks. For a moment he thought he detected a hint of jealousy, but her face gave no outward indication. "Where is she now?"

Daniel laughed, "I think I may have found the last virgin over the age of twenty two in the city and I scared her off." Gail gave him a puzzled look but didn't press him for further details. "Care to dance?" he asked after they had finished their drinks. 

"Sure," she said quickly. Daniel considered his mother for a moment. Did she say yes because she wanted to dance, or did she do it because she was afraid she'd get another spanking if she said no? There was no way to know for sure he figured and shook his head clear of the thought as he led her to the floor. 

He held his mother at arm's length as they followed the other dancers in a circle about the floor. Daniel looked at her clearly for the first time in a long while. His mother's face was delicate and smooth, her cheeks high and round with just a hint of wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. The blond hair that had been the envy of nearly every woman who had ever known her was swept back and cascaded over her shoulders. He glanced down when she was looking away and his breath caught as he looked at her breasts. A valley of inviting cleavage was pressed together in the confines of the dress and Daniel could feel his mouth watering as he stole his look.

Gail moved in closer and held her son tightly, her breasts pushing into his chest. The contact was euphoric and Daniel felt his already aroused cock grow even harder. He wrapped his arms around his mother and held her close, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils. The two swayed in time to the music and it wasn't long before Gail felt assurance that she was attractive to her son. Sliding her hands down to his waist she pulled him tight against her body, the lump between them was unmistakably his cock. 

Daniel's head spun with the music, the smell of his mother and the luxurious feel of his body pressed against hers. He felt light headed and it wasn't until nearly the end of the song that he realized his cock was pulsing steadily and that his mother could no doubt feel it. With a start he backed away, shooting her a weak smile as he tried to cover up his transgression. 

Gail gaped at her son and then walked off the dance floor. Daniel watched her go, afraid that his reaction to their closeness had offended her. He bid good night to a few of his friends as he raced to get his coat before his mother disappeared down the elevator. The cab ride home was filled with quiet anger. Daniel was unsure and unwilling to face his mother's wrath so he let her stew in silence. At home she went straight to her room while Daniel watched SportsCenter before heading to bed himself. 

Once again Daniel's dreams were filled with visions of his mother. They were dancing, but this time instead of the little black dress she was wearing the baby doll nightie she had worn on the night she interrupted him and Lenore. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her ass and pulling him tight against his own body. In whatever strange laws that dreams have it was no surprise that at one moment he was wearing his suit and the next he was naked and plunging his cock deep into her willing pussy. 

Gail heard Daniel cry out in his sleep. She threw the covers off and raced to his door, pushing it open quietly. The comforter was thrown to the floor and the sheets were twisted about her son's body. He tossed again and she could clearly see his fully hardened penis poking out from his boxers. The tip was inflamed and a clear liquid seeped from the slit at the top. 

"Oh mom," Daniel cried out and then he rolled over again, his hips hunching back and forth as he dry humped the bed. Gail watched in fascination and felt her own excitement building as she watched her son tormented by his dreams. The wicked smile on her face was purely from the knowledge that she was the subject of his haunting visions. With a new sense of purpose she closed her son's door and returned to her own room.

Breakfast was laid out on the table when he awoke but his mother was nowhere to be found. A note on the fridge said she had a big day of shopping and that she would have dinner ready when he returned from work. With a smile he was grateful for not having to suffer through an awkward silence filled morning. 

That evening he returned home to the smell of dinner wafting deliciously throughout the house. When he stepped into the kitchen he found his mother, in a soft yellow dress with a billowing skirt that ended just below her knees, setting the table. When she saw him she planted a soft kiss on his cheek, her dark red lips fully made up with lipstick leaving a small smudge on his face. After wiping it away she smiled sweetly at him and then directed him to a seat at the table. 

Daniel took the offered chair and then accepted the beer she handed him. At his seat was the mail and on top was a small stack of receipts. He thumbed through them, his jaw going slack as the total began to really pile up. The last one was for over nine hundred dollars at a housewares store. His mind reeled with anger and he looked up to stare at his mother as she moved about the kitchen finishing the dinner. 

"What the hell?" he gasped at last. Gail turned to look at him, surprise written on her face.

"What dear?" she asked innocently.

"This!" he exclaimed, throwing the pile of receipts on the table. "What the hell is your problem?" Gail looked at him steadily, though nervousness was broiling just beneath the surface. Without breaking eye contact she moved to the edge of the table and leaned over until she was bent ninety degrees at the waist. 

Daniel sat stupefied for a moment. She wanted the spanking. She knew the purchases would anger him, why else push the receipts right under his nose? He guessed that whatever cost nine hundred dollars was still in its packaging waiting to be returned. She probably hadn't even removed the items from the bag she brought them home in. The sudden understanding caused his anger to abate and he could breathe easier. 

Gail watched as her son sat gaping at her. His mind was working something over and while she waited for him to decide his next move her world was on hold. She could feel the dampness in her pussy begin to leak, and if she had bothered to put on underwear it wouldn't be trickling down her stocking clad thighs. She braced herself against the table, her muscles taut trying to reign in the building tremors that were threatening to shake her body. 

Daniel stood up and Gail's eyes darted to his crotch, she could see the lump forming there. He was starting to get aroused and it was showing. Returning her gaze to his eyes she watched him until he moved behind her. With her head turned forward she felt him pull up the hem of her dress. 

Her legs were sheathed in white stockings with a solid floral pattern winding its way up her calves and over her thighs. The stockings were held in place by garters attached to the belt that encircled her waist, tiny white bows decorating the connectors. Daniel stared open mouthed at her exposed body, her bare pussy covered in a light dusting of blond pubic hair. The slick lips of her sex pulsed open and closed with need. His cock, which had started to become hard before, was now straining angrily against his trousers. 

He touched the cheeks of her ass lightly, his fingers gliding over the soft skin. He prodded the edge of her exposed sex, the wetness covering his finger. He could hear his mother's muted moan as she caught to control herself. Wiping the wetness across the globes of her ass he pulled his hand back and then whacked her ass very hard.

"Oh shit," Gail cried, though she didn't move to protect herself. Tears welled up immediately and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he smacked her again and again. Daniel alternated cheeks trying to spread out the strikes but soon his hand was stinging with as much pain as his mother felt, maybe even more so. 

Looking about he pulled open a drawer and withdrew a large wood spoon. A whistle whined as the utensil raced through the air to strike Gail again. Her yelps filled the kitchen as he administered the punishment she deserved. After two dozen strokes she began to sob loudly and she was crying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over. 

Daniel stopped himself when Gail finally put a hand back to cover her exposed ass. He took a fresh look at what he had done and suddenly felt very sorry for his mother. Her ass was redder than he had ever made it before. He wondered if she would be able to sit at all. He stroked her crimson cheeks lovingly, his fingers sliding lazily over her gasping pussy. He spread her wetness across her bum, using it as a lotion to soothe her raw skin. 

"Oh god," Gail cried as she shook with tremors that raced through her body. Daniel held still while she thrashed against the table, her pussy trying vainly to grasp at anything. Gail's eyes closed in a silent prayer of thanks as she heard her son lowering his zipper. Arching her back she pushed her ass out even further, spreading her legs so that he could step between them.

Taking a hold of his iron hard cock, Daniel pushed his pants down around his knees and advanced on his mother's waiting pussy. Wiping her soaked lips with his hand he transferred the wetness to his cock and gave it a few short strokes. 

"I think you need this," Daniel said to his mother, "I know I do." 

Wedging the tip of his cock into his mother's willing channel Daniel took a hold of her hips and pushed himself into her body. Gail let out a low groan as her pussy was filled by her son. The stinging of her ass reminded her of the times that her late husband would do just the same. After his punishments he would take her, sometimes gently, other times with abandon, but he would always remind her of his desire for her by fucking her soundly. 

As she felt the cock stroking within her she closed her eyes and lay heavily against the table, her mind free to enjoy the sensations of a man taking her as he pleased. Her breath came in gasps, exhaling as Daniel fully penetrated her with his hardened flesh. His ragged breathing was loud in her ears, driving out the sound of the creaking table as his thrusts took on a more urgent need. 

Daniel looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of his mother's clinging pussy. The bright pink flesh was wrapped around him tightly, the delicate lips flailing under his assault. A steady stream of cream was pouring from within her and it coated his pubic hair and balls. Countless fantasies of fucking his mother over the table flashed in his mind, forgotten dreams of his teenage years. 

"Oh mom," he growled. "You deserve this. You deserve this." 

Gail felt an orgasm rip through her at his words. Crying out she grabbed the table and held on tightly as the rolling waves of ecstasy crashed down upon her. Daniel felt her pussy clamp down on his cock tightly and he began to pound her even harder, his own climax being triggered. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Gail felt her son's balls smacking against the top of her pussy as he drove deeply into her again and again. 

Daniel could feel his release approaching and drove himself as far as he could get into his mother's body, pulling back on her hips with a tightening grip that caused Gail to wince in pain. With a howl, jets of cum erupted from his cock, bathing her insides with his seed. Another wave of pleasure rippled through her body causing her pussy to milk all of the jizz from his spewing cock. 

When it was done Daniel looked down at his mother's reddened ass, his cock spearing her abused pussy with copious amounts of milky fluid leaking out. He pulled his semi hard cock out with a noisy slurp and plopped it on her ass cheek. He massaged her butt, prying the cheeks apart to expose her brown asshole. Brushing over the rosebud with his thumb he pressed lightly against it, testing its resilience. 

Gail lay very still as her son played with her asshole. She had never allowed any of her husbands or boyfriends to fuck her ass, though some had wanted to desperately. She would have let Dan senior, but he never showed any inclination. 

At last Daniel stepped back from his mother, pulling up his pants so that he could move freely. Gail stood up straight, her dress falling down to cover the sight of her well fucked pussy. 

"You better clean up for dinner," she said demurely. After Daniel left she turned to the guest bath and proceeded to tidy herself up as well. 

When Daniel returned to the kitchen Gail had the roast pulled out, ready to serve. With a warm smile she piled food high on a plate and set it before him. She sat down next to her son and began to dish food for herself. 

With a quiet acceptance Daniel ate the food his mother served him. As the forkfuls were lifted to his mouth he wondered if she would acknowledge what had happened between them, but it never came. The closest he got to any mention of what had happened was a quick promise that she would return the items she had purchased. A sheepish smile and a nervous glance afterwards and then it was over. 

When they finished eating Daniel went to take a shower. The smell of sweat and sex clung to him and he felt decidedly uncomfortable. As the water cascaded over him he considered how his relationship with his mother might change. True, he had been attracted to her for years and then there was the added thrill of fucking one's own mother, but what did he want for the future? Did he want this to continue? Did she? 

He threw himself on the couch, flipped on the television and let the images wash over him passively as he waited for his mother to make any mention of their rutting in the kitchen. Gail appeared after a time, a housecoat pulled over a simple nightgown underneath. Nothing to raise his ardor certainly.

She made small talk during the commercials, nothing too engaging and then she was quiet while his show was on. After an hour of quiet comfort she pecked him on the forehead and then went to bed. Daniel shook his head, confused but relieved as well. For the first time in weeks he went to bed and had restful sleep. 

Days passed without any mention of their encounter and as each one passed Daniel's expectation that his mother would mention it would lessen. By the end of that first week his mother was spending evening outs. Not once in this time did she display any of the behaviors that had infuriated her ex-husbands, boyfriends or Daniel. It was as if she got it out of her system.

A month later Gail announced that she had made a new friend, a gentleman from Texas who owned a string of fast food franchises. 

"He's asked me to move in with him," Gail said with a bright smile. "Now I can get out of your hair." 

Daniel gave her an unsure look but smiled encouragingly. A week later he saw her off at the airport along with her new friend, Don. They waved to him as they made their way through the security checkpoint. 

Daniel treasured his memory of his one encounter with his mother, but often wondered at her peculiar reaction to what they had done. It was as if it had never happened, or so it seemed. She never spoke of it, never hinted at what they had done. It seemed to Daniel that Gail had simply blocked it out of her mind. Whenever it crossed his mind he would get a far away look in his eye, a faint smile on his lips and then he would sigh, realizing it would never happen again. 

That is until the night before his mother's wedding to Don, the Texas burger tycoon. Three months had passed since Gail had flown off to Texas. Then came the phone call that she was going to be remarried and Daniel was off to see her walk down the aisle again. Alone in his hotel room after a long day of meeting relatives of his soon to be step father, Daniel was surprised by the knock at his door. When he pulled the door open his mother stood there in a creme colored skirt and blazer, a white silk blouse and a tan belt. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, soft curls reminiscent of her younger days. 

"Hi dear," she said meekly. Her voice sent shivers down his spine and jolts to his cock. He had heard that tone before, that day in his kitchen. "May I come in?" 

Motioning for her to enter Daniel pulled a beer out of the mini bar before joining her in the main portion of the suite. He turned the corner to find that Gail had slipped off her heels and she was crawling up onto the bed. Standing behind her he admired his mother's shapely ass yet again. 

"I can feel it, I'm gonna blow it again," she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. Daniel took a pull off his beer and just stared at her with a steady gaze. "I need -" she began with a quiver in her voice, "I need you to help me." He could see the worry in her eyes, a deep seated fear. "Again," she added at last. 

Daniel's heart raced and his cock filled out quickly, coming to life with anticipation. He set the beer down and stepped to the bed. His hand slid across his mother's incredible ass, relishing the feel of her cheeks in his palms. 

"Pull it up," he said, trying to hide his excitement. Gail reached back and pulled her skirt up in a bunch around her waist. He watched in awe as she revealed lacy, french cut panties that clung to her body. He could already see the evidence of her arousal staining her underwear. The smell of her overheated pussy was strong and fueled his animalistic desires. 

Gail yelped as the first smack stung her tender flesh. She bit down on the pillow to stifle her cries as another blow landed, and then another in quick succession. Daniel could already feel the throbbing pain in his hand as he smacked his mother's ass again and again. 

He paused after a couple dozen strokes, his fingers pressing into the sopping wet spot of her panties. He pushed the material into the folds of her sex, causing Gail to press back against the welcome intrusion. Shivers shot up his mother's spine and he watched as a small orgasm rippled through her body. The warm stickiness coated his fingers and he rubbed them across her reddened ass. 




Punish Me



Stepping back he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her around so that she was kneeling before him. His hardened cock tented his slacks obviously and he guided her tear streaked face to rub against him. Gail felt her son's arousal pressing against her cheek, a moan escaping her lips as he forced himself against her. 

Grabbing his mother by the chin, Daniel lifted her face up so that she was looking at him. With his free hand he pulled down his zipper and freed his cock. Gail's eyes blazed beneath him and then he leaned back so that his cock was angling up to her face. The hot flesh pressed against her lips and she shot him a defiant look before her tongue slipped out and gave him a tentative suck. 

Gail closed her eyes and allowed an inch to enter her mouth, her tongue circling around the crown of her son's cock, wetting it with her saliva. She gave a slow suck as a primal moan escaped her throat, the vibrating cascading to her son's nervous system. Daniel watched as his mother paid homage to his sex organ, her tender kisses and ministrations bringing him pleasure as she made her penance. 

His hips began to rock back and forth and soon Gail was accepting nearly the entire length of his cock into her mouth, the tip brushing against the back of her throat. Daniel watched as his mother blew him. The knowledge that it was his mother's mouth on his cock made him grow longer and harder. 

"Oh mom," he whispered. "Suck my cock." Gail's pussy gushed anew at her son's words. The nastiness of what she was doing was fueling her desire and it was flowing out freely of her overheated pussy. Daniel's hands slid down to cradle her face as he fucked her mouth at his own pace. She tasted a glob of precum that poured out of the slit at the top of his penis and she craved the full load. 

Daniel pulled out of her mouth with a plop, Gail whimpering as her lollipop was taken from her. He pulled at her top, unbuttoning her shirt as best he could. Pulling her blazer off quickly, Gail helped his shaking fingers to remove her top. Daniel's mouth watered as his mother's breasts came into view. The heavy orbs in the sexy bra called to him and he ducked down to suck her hardened nipples into his mouth. 

"Oh baby," Gail squealed with delight as her son devoured her tits with his mouth and groping hands. He pressed her fleshy bags together and pushed his face deep into the humid cleavage. Gail unhooked the bra and pulled it off as best she could between his groping and suckling. 

Daniel let go of her and stood up, quickly stripping off his shirt and slacks. When he was naked he climbed back onto the bed, straddling his mother's chest. 

"I'm gonna fuck your titties, mom," he announced. Gail moaned in delight and pressed her tits together. Daniel slipped his cock into the milky flesh she provided and began to stroke deeply. When the tip of his cock popped out of the top she extended her tongue and licked the tip. 

"Oh baby, fuck momma's titties. Fuck my tits, son. Give momma a nice big load of cum," she encouraged him, using her sexiest voice. Daniel's intense gaze bore into his mother, his pent up desire breaking forth and running rampant like a wild bull. His strokes became stronger until he was slamming his cock into her 'tit pussy'. 

They could feel his orgasm approaching and when it finally burst through Gail was shocked by the force as the cum blasted her neck, chin and face. Daniel howled as he covered his mother with his load. She stroked out the last drops of his seed onto her waiting tongue. Sitting back, gasping for breath, he watched as she scooped up the strings of jizz from her face and pushed it into her mouth. 

Sliding off to the side Daniel pulled his mother over until she was laying on her side, her backside pressing up against his still semi-erect cock. His fingers slid into her syrup coated cunt, pulling hard against her inflamed clit. Thrusting his fingers into her pussy he began to work them back and forth roughly. Gail gasped as his finger fucking worked her into a frenzy, the rough feel of his touch setting her skin on fire. 

"Oh god baby, I've been bad. Punish me, punish me," she chanted as her son's hand assaulted her deliciously. Grasping his forearm, she held on to him as she rolled her hips, undulating on his digits. Clasping her thighs around his hand she ground her clit upon his hand, feeling squirts coating her thighs and the bedspread. 

Pushing her onto her side, Daniel shifted so that he was kneeling behind her. He kept up his stroking of his mother's super soaked pussy and then he brought his free hand down upon her ass in a stinging slap. Gail's eyes opened wide in pain and pleasure and then shut tightly as she felt another swat coming down upon her. 

Gail's ass bloomed in pain while her pussy was gushing freely as the ecstasy built steadily. The punishment combined with the sensation of her son frigging her pussy was sending her overloaded brain into a haze as the waves of orgasms began to wash over her. 

Daniel stopped, his mother was quivering and her unseeing eyes were staring blankly at the wall. The flow of sticky nectar from her abused pussy covered his hand and he pulled it from the grasp of her thighs. With a shudder Gail blinked and turned to look at her son, lust still evident upon her face. 

"You're not done with me," Gail announced. Daniel looked at her questioningly. She rolled over onto her stomach and then pulled her knees up under her body until she was prone with her ass in the air. Gail looked at her son steadily as she pulled her cheeks apart, slipping the tip of her index finger into the brown crinkle of her asshole. 

Daniel watched his mother finger her ass as his cock quickly regained its former stiffness. He looked back at her face to see her gazing at him intently and then she closed her eyes in submission. Moving behind her he stroked his hardened penis and then pried apart her sticky pussy lips, pressing himself into her honey filled cunt. 

Gail whimpered as he took her without a thought, sliding as far as he could reach into her body, wetting himself with her desire. She felt his hand grasp her hair and pull turning her face to the side. Daniel slid two fingers in her mouth and she sucked on them noisily until he pulled them free and brought the glob of spit out and wiped it on her asshole. Pressing forward Daniel smiled as his mother's whimpers filled the room as he pressed his finger into her brown ring. The first knuckle sank into her body causing Gail to gasp with excitement and pain. 

"Hope you're ready mom," Daniel whispered, pulling his cock out of her cunt and then resting the sticky head where his finger disappeared into her rectum. Pulling her open with his finger he pushed his cock forward, straining until the crown popped in. 

"Oww!" Gail cried out and then began huffing quickly, trying to relax enough to ease the pain of her son's invasion. "Too dry," she hissed as Daniel tried to push forward. Pulling out as much as he could without slipping out of her anus he spit on his cock and worked the saliva into her opening. Once again he pushed his cock into his mother's ass. 

Gail braced herself against the pounding her son was giving her. The pain, the pleasure, the delirious knowledge that she was committing two of the greatest taboo's she had ever known, all combined to allow her to endure the ass fucking she was receiving. Cunt cream poured out in a steady flow as her fingers plunged deep into her unfucked pussy. 

"So big, so big in momma's ass," she cried out between thrusts. She felt her son's cock grow ever larger, harder within her bowels. "Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck momma's ass. Punish me." 

Sweat poured off Daniel's body despite the frigid air conditioning. He concentrated on his mother's rippling ass cheeks as he sank his cock over and over into her gaping asshole. The feel of her body gripping his sensitive flesh was rapidly becoming overpowering and he could no longer control the impending orgasm. 

"Cum in my ass!" Gail screamed, the bedspread muffling her cries as she bit down. She could feel the molten jizz spraying inside her ass, liquid heat oozing out between the seal of her sphincter and his flesh. Daniel's mouth hung open silently as he scrunched his face in concentration, etching the feeling of cumming in his mother's ass into his soul. 

At last his softened cock slipped out of her, a trail of white ooze spilling out as she turned to her side. Daniel looked down at his mother, the wanton desire in her eyes replaced with contentment and peace. 

"Thank you," she said sweetly, pulling the bedspread over her exposed breasts. 

The next day in the reception line Don shook Daniel's hand tightly, slapping him on the back. "Your mom is one special lady. I'm gonna take good care of her," Don promised. 

Daniel smiled and gave his new step father a warm hug. Moving over a step he faced his mother and gave her a broad smile. Leaning in to hug her he shot a quick glance down at the milky cleavage that was on display in her wedding dress. 

"And when you feel that urge to be a bad girl, you come to me so that you don't piss off your new husband," Daniel whispered into his mother's ear. "Your son will always be there to give you the punishment you need." 

Gail kissed her son softly on the cheek, confident that this marriage would succeed now that she understood what she had been missing for so long. And where to get it. 



Punish Me



Robin pulled her rental car into the parking space and turned off the engine. She felt nervous and excited in equal measure. This was it, her one chance to make up for what she had done. She sighed and leaned her head on the steering wheel. She was shaking slightly she was that nervous and unsure if she was doing the right thing.

She breathed deeply, sat up and tilted the rear view mirror so that she could look at her reflection. Her make up was perfect, hair too and she smiled wanly, noticing her reddened eyes and the dark bags which betrayed her recent lack of sleep. Reaching over, she lifted her purse, pulled out the small bottle of eye drops and dripped a couple into each eye. Blinking rapidly, she touched up her lipstick, satisfied to see that the whites of her eyes looked white once more.

She sat for a few moments, imagining how this might go. He would probably turn her away without even opening the door. He had told her that he never wanted to speak to her again, but she couldn't do as he asked, she couldn't stay away, even though she knew that it was what he wanted. "Okay," she thought to herself, "Let's do this." She got out of the car and noticed that her hands were shaking slightly as she locked the door.

She stopped at the door to his building, her hand frozen inches from the call button. "Is this the right thing to do?" She knew the answer, she knew that she shouldn't be here but she closed her eyes and pressed the button. She heard a click, "Hello?" She said weakly expecting to hear his voice, but instead the door simply buzzed, allowing her to enter.

She took the elevator to the sixth floor and nervously walked to his door. It opened as she raised her fist to knock and there he was. She drank him in, memories flooding back and for a moment she feared that she might burst into tears. "Don't," he said in a cold voice. "You can come in. I have a way for you to apologise. If that's what you're here for."

"Matt..."

"I don't want to hear it," he cut in. "If you're coming in, do that. If you want to leave, go." He didn't even look at her, staring six inches to the left of her face.

"I... I'll come in. Thank you," said Robin, hurrying in through the door. She boldly leaned towards him, putting out a hand to touch his arm, but he moved it away and shook his head. Robin looked down embarrassed as she passed by. She walked towards the living room but stopped as he coughed and turned to see him standing by the kitchen door.

"In here," said Matt flatly. "Sit down." 

She pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped the floor and quickly sat down. Her eyes rose to meet his and he looked away and cleared his throat. "Okay, here's how this is going to happen." She looked at him, but he never paused. "You were a heartless bitch and I told you never to contact me ever again and yet here you are." This time he did look straight at her and she couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes studying her hands as she twisted her fingers together.

Matt carried on, "So, since I knew that you would probably show up at my door today, in fact, I was certain that you would. I took the liberty of organising something, a way of punishing you. Now, of course you are free to leave at any time, but then your punishment will be incomplete and I would never be able to even consider forgiving you."

Robin looked up hopefully. "He's going to forgive me," she thought to herself, allowing hope to creep in. "I'll do whatever you want, Matt. I'm sorry and I love you, I want to make things right."

He waved his hand dismissively and continued, "Before we go through to the living room, I should tell you that you can say no and you can leave at any time. Are you ready?"

Her eyes searched his face, looking for a sign, something to encourage her, reassure her, but there was no emotion to be seen. She didn't know that he could be so cold, before, when they were still together, he had been so warm, so loving, so attentive. How had it come to this? What had she done that was so very bad to deserve such a freeze. Then she remembered how incensed he had been when she had questioned him, when she had dared to suggest that he might not love her as much as he said, it had seemed like such an overreaction at the time, but now she felt truly wretched, knew she was in the wrong. 

His cough brought her back to the present and he regarded her with cold eyes. 

"I'm ready. I'll do whatever you ask," she said standing up.

"Leave your things in here and from now on, unless you want things to stop so that you can leave, keep your mouth closed," said Matt in a cold clipped voice. "After you."

Robin walked towards the door of living room, suddenly feeling very nervous again, not that the feeling had ever really left. What was she letting herself in for? Surely she needn't worry, he wasn't going to hurt her. As if reading her thoughts, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, in fact I'm not going to touch you."

She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Nothing looked out of place, Matt's living room was perfect as usual, everything looked normal until a movement caught her eye. There was a man sitting on the sofa, she hadn't noticed him at first. He must have been in his late thirties, had dirty blonde hair and had a rough, unkempt look about him. His clothes whilst not dirty or scruffy per se, looked as though they had been slept in and he was unshaven, a sparse beard covered his chin and upper lip. He smiled at her and she noticed that he had a gold tooth. She took an instant dislike to him, she wasn't sure why, perhaps she was just nervous or maybe she just didn't know what was going to happen.

"This is Simon. He is going to have some fun with you today and you will be an obliging girl. That is why you are here," Matt explained. "Now, Simon, as we have discussed, she is all yours." As Simon stood, Matt took his place on the sofa.

"What's your name, Robin, isn't it?" Simon grunted as he walked towards her and roughly pulled her ponytail, tilting her head back. Robin opened her mouth to speak and Simon put his hand over it. "Stop," he said, "I'm not really interested. I shall just call you, girl. I do not want to hear a word from you, unless you decide to leave, in which case, feel free to tell me to stop at any time." As he said this, he pulled the band from her hair and stood back as her blonde locks fell to her shoulders.

She glanced over at Matt, but he sat impassively on the sofa, looking at a magazine with what seemed like disinterest.

"Keep your hands by your sides," he barked as he roughly pulled down her top, exposing her bra-less chest. "Hmm, not very big, but they'll do," he said as he squeezed and pulled her nipples with both of his large rough hands. "Take off your clothes, apart from your panties, tights and shoes.

Once more, Robin looked towards Matt, but now he was gazing out of the window, so she quietly sighed and pulled her top up over her head and wriggled out of her skirt, embarrassed now that she had chosen to wear stockings.

"Oh, that's good," leered Simon, "Now, get on your knees and suck my cock, see if you can make up for those small titties."

Robin obediently dropped to her knees and began to unfasten his trousers, she could tell that he wasn't hard, but she could see the outline of his cock through the thin cloth. As his trousers fell to the floor, she pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his large, flaccid penis and hairy ball sack. She took it between her fingers and began to squeeze his shaft and pull back his foreskin, she could smell the stale sweat from him and her stomach lurched slightly. She looked up at him to see him watching her closely as she lifted his member and pulled it towards her open mouth. She closed her eyes and licked across his glans, breathing through her mouth, she didn't want to smell him, she really didn't want to taste him as she began to suck him into her mouth. 

"That's it, get me nice and hard, use your hands too, don't forget my balls," he groaned as he began to run his fingers through her hair, pulling her onto him and pushing his groin forward to match the movements of her mouth.

She could feel him stiffen with each small thrust, filling her mouth more fully each time. He was big, he was really pretty big and as she sucked and slurped his thick shaft, she could feel the blunt tip against the roof of her mouth and taste his watery pre-cum. He bent his knees a little, opening his legs and she took the hint and began to stroke and fondle his balls with one hand, allowing the fingers of the other to grip his shaft quite tightly and move up and down as her mouth moved down and up. She began to pull faster and faster, his breathing was quickening too, thrusting as he was, into her mouth. She allowed her fingernails to drag along the wrinkled skin of his scrotum and he gasped as she did. Suddenly, he pulled her head back by the hair and she felt his hot cum spurt onto her face and chest, her mouth was still open and she tasted his thick salty spunk as a final jet met the back of her tongue. She suppressed the urge to wretch as she swallowed it.

Simon still had hold of her hair and he half pulled her to her feet, his other hand rubbing his thickening cream onto her breasts, pulling and tweaking her little pink nipples to attention as he did so. "Not bad, not bad for a dirty little whore. Now, on your back on the table. Do it."

Robin jumped at his sharp tone and moved to the edge of the light oak table, sitting on the edge. She looked over at Matt, in time to see him glance away. In that split second, she saw that he was erect, or at least semi erect under his linen trousers. She closed her eyes and lay back as Simon took hold of her knees, pulling them apart as though she were a piece of meat on a butcher's table. He began to push his fingers against her slit through the cloth of her knickers, rubbing and poking with no finesse and yet she could feel herself becoming wetter. His thumb massaging her asshole as his fingers pushed more firmly, prodding the cloth inside her.

She opened her eyes just enough to steal a glance at the man for whom she was doing this. He was sitting still on the sofa, head back and eyes closed while his hand rubbed up and down the length of his erection through his trousers. As she watched, she felt Simon's thick fingers pull her soaking underwear from her sopping slit and she saw Matt unbutton his fly and pull his glorious cock free. She gasped and closed her eyes as she felt two fat fingers plunge into her cunt, in and out as Simon began to finger fuck her hard and fast and then his mouth was on her clit, his rough hairy chin against her pussy lips. Simon's thumb began to rub against her wet hole, spreading the juice back to her tight little rosebud and it began to push against her, a rub and then a push, spreading more juice, rubbing, pushing and she felt him begin to penetrate as his thumb entered her ass.

"Why does this feel so good, it's so fucking wrong," she thought to herself, back arching involuntarily as this man invaded both of her holes with his clumsy hands. She felt his mouth on her clit, sucking it inside while he closed his teeth gently around it, his tongue quickly lapping at her button. Robin began to pant and gasp, her body betraying her mind's reluctance to be with this man.

"On your belly, over the edge of the table," grunted Simon, pulling his cock with his hand. She saw that he was fully erect once more.

Obediently, Robin turned over, her juices now soaking her thighs and the tops of her stockings. She stole another glance at Matt, he was stroking his cock firmly. She remembered when she used to do that and a tear ran down her cheek. She took a deep breath and clenched her eyes tightly closed.

Smack! "Like that, whore? Do you like being fucked by another man while your boyfriend watches?" Simon taunted as he pulled her cheeks apart and spat on her asshole. He rubbed his thumb again over her rosebud and began to work it inside, opening her up. She felt the head of his thick, rubbery cock moving up and down her wet slit and then pressing against her arse. He pushed the head of his cock against her anus and she felt it give, felt him begin to slide into her. He pulled out and she heard him spit again. "Nah, I think I'll just fuck your sweet little cunt, for now at least."

With no warning he thrust into her, balls deep and began to fuck her furiously. Robin brought her hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle for fear of crying out. Simon's fat cock was sawing into her now, harder and faster, he had no thought of her pleasure, it wasn't about that. She was here to be used, to be punished, she had chosen this. She was doing this to appease Matt. She wanted him back. Then, as Simon's thrusts became faster, he began to lose his pace, balls swinging erratically against her pussy lips. She couldn't stop herself and she snaked her hand under her body, finding her tender clit and she began to rub for all she was worth. As she did this, she felt Simon's thumb push into her bottom again, rotating inside her.

She cried out, pussy muscles clenching his shaft tightly as she came, harder than she had ever climaxed in her life. She couldn't keep it in, she screamed out and Simon pushed into her for a final time as he filled her belly with his seed. 

She was breathless, eyes closed, forehead on the cool wood of the table. She heard a plop as Simon pulled his softening tool from her cunt and his cooling seed ran between her lips. She felt him wipe himself on her stockings. "Clean me with your mouth," said Simon, making has way round to her head.

He pulled her quite roughly by her hair, until her head was hanging down over the edge of the table and pushed his flaccid penis into her open mouth. Immediately she began to slurp and suck. It was easy when he was soft and small like this. He withdrew from her mouth and patted the flat of his hand against her cheek. "That's a good little slut. I'm finished with you now."

She lifted her head, sat up and looked over at Matt. He was wiping his own cock with a tissue, not looking at her. Simon pulled up his trousers, zipped them and nodded to Matt, "She's a good fuck, mate, you were right, dirty little whore."

"That's enough, Simon, you can go now," he said coolly. The he looked over at Robin, who had found her own clothes and was dressing, "You too, whore. If you think I would ever go near you again after watching you get fucked by my friend, well, you're more pathetic than I thought," he spat.

"But, Matt?" exclaimed Robin, "You said..."

"Shut up, Robin and get out. Get out of my flat and never ever contact me again. NOW!" He bellowed.

Robin ran back to the kitchen, sobbing and grabbed her purse and jacket. 

"Matt, please, you said I could apologise," she almost whined.

"And now you have done that and you may go," said Matt flatly, pushing her towards the open door and slamming it closed behind her.

Robin staggered back to her car and got in. She tilted the rear view mirror and saw the semen drying in her hair, mascara blackening under her eyes and lipstick smeared around her mouth. She looked just like the dirty whore she had chosen to be.

She started the little rental car and drove away without looking back.



Punish Me Again



Take me in your mouth, Robin, I want to come in your mouth as Holly eats your pussy...

Punish Me, Again

Robin woke up and stretched. She grimaced, feeling how her thighs ached as her legs straightened and stretched the full length of the bed. For a moment she wasn't quite sure why she felt so sore, but hen shame and self-loathing filled her as she remembered what had happened yesterday. She recalled how Simon had fucked her so roughly and generally abused her body, while her ex, Matt, had watched, masturbating as he did. Although she had showered as soon as she had gotten home, she could still almost taste his repulsive spunk in the back of her throat and see the way his face had contorted as she had rubbed her clit while he fucked her, hard, on Matt's dining table. Jesus, how did it come to that? The two of them had sat there and made plans over romantic dinners.

Her own body betrayed her as she felt her pussy pulse, thinking about it, the hardest fuck she'd ever had. She suddenly became aware of how turned on she was now and she tried to push thoughts of her humiliation from her mind as her hand reached over to the bedside unit and lifted her vibrator. She switched it on and closed her eyes and tilted the blunt tip of the shocking pink gadget inside the waistband of her panties, slipping it between her pussy lips. Tweaking a nipple, she felt her juices lubricate her slit and quickly, the vibrating device was slipping easily as she pushed it into her bruised cleft.

She gasped, remembering Simon's thick cock as it had roughly punished her tight, dripping pussy and she squeezed her nipple, harder and began to fuck herself properly with the toy. Soon she was plunging the thick plastic shaft in and out of her cunt and her fingers were rubbing furiously at her clit... God, she was already close, she could hear her juices slurping as she relentlessly thrust the fake cock in and out. She got carried away, losing her rhythm as she got closer and closer, and the vibrating dildo slipped from her hole and touched against her bottom. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, remembering how Simon had pushed just the very tip of his cock in there yesterday and how she had wanted it, wanted to feel him fill her every hole.

She stopped flicking her clit for a moment and rubbed the tip of the vibrator along her sopping lips and down to her anus. Spreading the viscose fluid, she began to push the toy against her ass, feeling her bottom begin to relax as the tip began to open her almost-virgin hole. Her mouth was an 'Oh!' as she pushed harder and it slid in. It felt strange, but in a good, different way. She realised that this position wasn't going to work though, so she drew up her legs and lifted her bottom from the bed. She was panting as she pulled the toy back out and plunged it into her slit again, to coat it with her warm, slippery cream, god she'd not been this wet in ages... Well, since yesterday. She pursed her lips and pushed more firmly, the vibrator began to ease into her puckered hole. 

Deeper and deeper she pushed and she pulled, enjoying the sensation, the way it filled her. She concentrated on taking deep breaths and soon found a rhythm which seemed to suit her, the slick plastic cock sliding stubbornly in and out of this new, very tight hole. It felt rather different to the way she usually fucked her own pussy when she was alone and the friction was enough to be slightly uncomfortable, but not quite enough to be sore. With her other hand, she began to stroke her clit again, in time with the thrusting plastic tool. Holy fuck, this felt amazing, so fucking good! She felt both her pussy and her arse clench uncontrollably and she cried out as she began to climax, long, hard and fast.

She lay for a moment, allowing her breathing to return to normal, the toy still planted deep inside her bottom, and enjoying the feeling of being so full. She smiled briefly as she realised that she had just taken her own anal cherry but her mirth disappeared almost as instantly when she remembered that it was the memory of the feeling of that repulsive man's cock pushing into her tight arse that had spurred her into doing what she had just done... She shook her head, embarrassed although there had been no witness, reached down and around and pulled out the toy. It reluctantly slid from her bottom with a soft plop and she threw it to the floor, suddenly disgusted by the fact that she had just fucked her own ass with the sex toy.

She lay there, thinking about all the times that Matt had tentatively massaged her asshole before pushing a finger or thumb into her bottom while he licked her pussy. She sighed as she remembered one particular time when he had been fucking her on her belly as she lay over the edge of the bed and how she had come like a fucking train when he pushed his thumb deep inside her arse. Her pussy pulsed again, as if in sympathy and then she remembered again what had happened yesterday and she went limp, all sexual thoughts leaving her.

She thought back to yesterday and how nervous she had been about attempting to even speak to Matt, let alone allowing herself to believe that there was any real hope of reconciliation. A tear slipped silently down her cheek as she remembered how cold he had been with her, how he had offered no actual promise of wanting to be with her again and yet how she had somehow convinced herself that there had been a chance. Her breath stuck in her throat as she replayed the moment when he had ordered her to leave after she had allowed herself to be used and humiliated by that vulgar cunt, Simon. It had simply been Matt's way of punishing her. What a cruel, heartless bastard he truly was. She just hadn't seen it before, well, perhaps that wasn't true, she chosen not to see it.

Now that she thought about it, she had no memory of Matt ever mentioning Simon before. Perhaps they worked together or something or was he just some random acquaintance? How did it ever come to this? When did her dignity leave to such a degree that she could turn into such a weakling, submitting to his will like that? She couldn't understand it at all. She was a smart, relatively successful woman, so why would she ever need an asshole like him? What had she become? She could feel herself welling up to a proper, full-blown cry.

Her thoughts were cut short by the vibration of her mobile phone, instantly followed by its jangling ringtone. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, almost jumping out of her skin to see Matt's name and smiling face on the display. Oh god, oh god! Should she answer it? What could he want? Before she even realised what she was doing, she found herself weakly saying, "Hello?" Inwardly she was cursing her actions, but she could not stop herself.

"It's me," he said, in what sounded like a relatively upbeat voice. "I was thinking, perhaps I was a little harsh yesterday, telling you to go like that. I mean, it was kind of your own fault, I did tell you not to contact me again, but, you did do as you were told in the end, so..."

"Look, I'm sorry," Robin cut in, "You told me not to do something and I did it. You know, I just really hoped there was some way to make things right, appease you..."

"Well, that's why I am calling," Matt sounded a little irritated as he cut her short. "Be at my place today at three o'clock, sharp."

"Yes, okay," she sounded eager, but he had already hung up.

Robin rolled back onto the bed and put her hands over her face. "What the actual fuck am I doing?" She moaned. "I'm not going to go. Fuck him, superior fucking prick! Who does he think he is, giving me orders like that after treating me so badly?"

With that she jumped out of bed, determined to simply forget the phone call with him and get on with her day.

By one-thirty, she was stepping out of the shower, deciding which of the sexy yet conservative outfits to wear from the ones she had laid out earlier on the bed. Part of her mind kept demanding to know why she was doing this, had she no self respect? But the larger, needier part of her mind blanked that voice out, suggesting that she would look gorgeous in the little black dress.

By two o'clock, she was drying her long, blond hair and thinking about how she would apply her make-up. All the while, the voice of reason in her mind kept begging her not to do this, that only bad could come of it and was she crazy? She ignored it again, pushing the doubts out of her mind, dumbly thinking how pleased Matt would be to see her, how pretty she would look, how he would realise his mistake, apologise profusely and take her back in his arms, back into his heart and love her once more...

By two-forty-five, she was just a couple of streets away from Matt's flat and looking for a parking space. There! She spotted one not too far from the entrance to his building and parked, taking three attempts, her poor driving reflecting how very nervous she was, all the while telling herself that she wasn't nervous at all. Again she found herself checking her reflection in the rear-view mirror and the little sensible voice in her head gave one last-ditch attempt to talk some sense into her. "Please, please, Robin, DO NOT DO THIS!"

Robin ignored it and reached down and turned up the radio to try to drown out the 'voice'. A song, which Matt had told her reminded him of what it was like to fuck her, was playing and she took it as a sign, an omen if you like, that she was making the right decision. She sang along with it, feeling her pussy begin to gently tingle in almost Pavlovian response at the memories of him fucking her, coaxing her, loving her.

Satisfied that she wasn't going to make herself look any better than she already did, she smiled at her reflection and turned off the car engine, still humming the tune to herself as she stepped out of her little rental car and locked it. Within a few steps, she found herself back at the entrance door to the building and she took a deep but happy breath, daydreaming of their reconciliation, and pressed his buzzer.

"Hello?" Demanded Matt's voice.

"It's me! It's Robin," she gushed.

"Oh... Well, Robin... You'd better come in," he said, actually sounding almost upbeat, certainly much sweeter than he had yesterday when he'd merely pressed the button to allow her access to the building without even saying a word.

She pushed open the door as she heard it click unlocked and went inside. As Robin took the elevator to his floor, it crossed her mind that he didn't sound like yesterday had happened at all, but she shook her head and allowed herself to feel happy that today, yes, today, she might, no would be getting things back on track with her ex. She almost skipped to his door and had to quickly collect herself as it swung open.

Matt stood there, looking slightly unkempt in black pants and a white shirt which was hanging open, revealing his bare chest, obviously he'd been working at the office and was not long home, she thought. She leaned forward to kiss him and he turned his head, allowing her to deliver a soft peck to his stubbly cheek. "Odd that he's not shaved," she thought. "He usually looks perfect, although I quite like it when he looks a little rough."

"Alright," he said, "I'm not going to draw this out, but as I said when we spoke on the telephone earlier, I fear that I may have been a little harsh in my treatment of you yesterday, so I've thought of a way that I can make it up to you and please myself at the same time."

Robin looked at Matt quizzically, not sure how to respond.

"Follow me," he said, almost buzzing as he walked down the hallway towards his bedroom. Robin slipped out of her jacket and shoes then dropped them beside her handbag in the narrow hallway.

"Come along," he gestured to her from his bedroom door. She smiled at him and walked slowly towards him. Matt looked happy, there was a smile on his face as she reached him and began to open her arms, in anticipation of a hug. But he had already turned his back and entered the room.

It was dark as she passed through the doorway and the first thing that she noticed was a smell of sweat... No... Not sweat, sex. The room smelled of sex and as she turned to look at Matt, standing beside his bed, she saw that there was a woman there. Her mouth dropped open as her mind began to flood with many conflicting thoughts. "What the fuck is going on?" She thought to herself, unable to assimilate the information before her very eyes...

"You remember, Holly, don't you, Robin?" Matt said excitedly, prodding the woman in his bed.

Robin stood shaking her head, unable to speak, as Holly turned onto her side. "Hi, Robin, it's been ages," she smiled, wiggling her fingers in a small wave and seemingly unaware that her breasts were exposed for all to see.

"Matt? What is going on? What is this?" Robin managed to blurt out.

Matt grinned as he explained, "Well, remember how you said that you'd never been with a woman before but that you'd thought about it? Well, here's your chance! Let me tell you, it would please me very, very much and I just know you'll enjoy it."

He looked so fucking proud of himself that she didn't know what to say, although her mind was reeling with a million things she wanted to say.

"Holly?" Said Matt, "Robin is a little overdressed. Would you help her out of her constricting clothes?"

Holly smiled seductively and sat up, swinging her legs around and giving Robin a full view of her well-manicured pussy as she did. "It would be my pleasure," she purred as she stood face to face with Robin and stroked her cheek with a warm hand. Holly leaned forward and kissed Robin, pushing her tongue between Robin's lips, as both hands pressed her breasts, thumbs against her nipples, rubbing, pushing.

Robin, still somewhat shocked, turned to Matt for guidance. He was positively beaming now, with his hand cupping his crotch and presumably his growing bulge. He nodded, indicating that Robin go along with this, that he was enjoying what he had seen so far. Why the fuck did he think that this was a good idea? He had even made out as though it was her idea! What the hell? She had never said she'd wanted to be with a woman! She'd never said she was against it either, but she was certain that she had never asked for this... 

What the fuck was he doing with Holly of all people? I mean, sure, she seemed nice enough, but she had always had a feeling that Matt had a bit of a thing for her. In fact, she had been more than a little jealous a few times during their relationship because of the attention Matt had paid to her. Of course, he had always assured her that nothing was going on, that it was ridiculous of her to even think such a thing... Shit, he had even made her feel guilty, suggested that the two of them become friends and yet here she was, stinking of him and the sex they had obviously had. Jesus, she and Matt had only split up three weeks ago.

Robin turned back to see Holly moving her hands to the buttons on the front of Robin's dress then beginning to unfasten them. She paused long enough to take hold of Robin's hands and pull them onto her breasts, pressing them onto the naked flesh and Robin found herself curiously squeezing Holly's fat, erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

Holly gasped and tugged at the dress, pulling it down sharply, she revealed Robin, in her black bra, panties and hold-up stockings. "Oh, Robin! I like your underwear," she sighed. "You look so beautiful. So tasty."

Robin barely had time to suppress the small smile that the compliment brought to her face, when Holly took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her around, causing her to fall back onto the bed. Holly just stood for a moment, admiring her and then she said, "I was so excited when Matt said that you wanted to be with me. You have no idea how much I always fancied you. I just never suspected that you felt the same way!"

"Wait, Matt said what?" Robin thought, panicking. "I never said any such thing, fuck!"

She opened her mouth to object as she glanced over at Matt again, ready to chastise him and saw that he was grinning, semi-erect cock in hand now, pulling the foreskin back along his thick shaft, watching the two women intently. When he noticed her looking at him, he winked and blew her a kiss, nodding once more to show his approval. "Go on," he mouthed, "Go on!"

She was about to speak, when she felt the waistband of her panties being pulled from her belly and she looked down to see Holly licking her lips as she removed the underwear. Robin watched, fascinated by Holly's wobbling breasts as she got onto her knees, pulling the knickers down to Robin's ankles and then she pressed her nose into the soft, fair pubic hair which covered Robin's pussy. A soft gasp escaped her lips and she opened her legs a little wider to allow Holly better access to her mound. "Oh god, you smell good," Holly moaned, pushing her nose right into Robin's glistening slit. "Open your legs wider," she said, pushing them apart still further.

Robin reached around and pulled a pillow under her head, so that she could more comfortably watch what Holly was doing. As she did so, she absent-mindedly began to circle one of her own nipples with a finger and then as it stiffened, she pulled it between her thumb and forefinger. She turned her head slightly to see what Matt was up to now and saw that his trousers were now down around his ankles and he was pulling firmly on his cock, slowly, not yet with the intent of coming, but just to keep himself nice and hard. His other hand was cupping and fondling his waxed sack and his mouth was open. He was loving this. "Good girl," he mouthed to her and she turned her head back to watch the woman between her legs.

Holly was keeping Robin's thighs apart with her shoulders as she began to stroke her pussy lips with soft, delicate fingers, it felt different to the way that Matt used to play with her and she suddenly arched her back without thinking, as she felt Holly simultaneously push two fingers between her lips and into her pussy while her thumb pushed against the base of her clit, short little tiny strokes. "Fuck!" She gasped, eyes closed and gripped Holly's hair, pulling her face more firmly between her thighs. She felt Holly giggle and the movement sent a vibration through her. She realised that we was already close to climax

Suddenly Matt was standing beside of the bed, at her head, his gloriously erect cock in hand. He began to stroke her hair then pulled it a little, tilting her head back. "Take me in your mouth, Robin, I want to come in your mouth as Holly eats your pussy..."

He pulled her hair more roughly until her head was hanging just over the edge of the bed and coaxed, "That's it, sugar, open up nice and wide for me," bending his knees so that the head of his cock was level with her open mouth.

Robin could see the little bead of pre-cum which had formed at the slit of his cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked it. She could taste Holly on him, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Then, before she had time to think of anything else, he thrust his thick shaft into her mouth, filling her and forcing her breath through her nose. With little finesse, he began to thrust into her mouth, sawing back and forth until he was very deep in her throat. Robin's eyes were open, but all she could see were Matt's swinging balls as they bumped against her forehead with each thrust.

She closed her eyes then, as Holly's fingers curled around, deep inside her pussy, finding her g-spot and massaging it with deft fingertips while she sucked Robin's clit into her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue as her thumb still massaged the base. Her breathing quickened, loud now through her nose and her back arched further still, until her ass was not even touching the bed, pushing against the palm of Holly's hand, trying to force her digits deeper into her cunt to heighten her pleasure. 




Punish Me Again



Suddenly her climax exploded and she pressed her thighs hard together against Holly's shoulders, her squeals muffled by the thick meat filling her mouth and she felt Matt thrust very hard, once, twice, then a third time as he grunted and came down the back of her throat. She tried to swallow it all, not to choke, but there was too much salty fluid and she began to cough and splutter. She quickly sat up, gagging as she felt semen coming down her nose. Matt stepped back and passed her a towel and she wiped her face, looking down at Holly, who was now sitting up, grinning, her face slick and wet with Robin's own juices.

Matt stood for a moment, taking it all in and and then he said, "Good girls, very good girls. You have pleased me very much indeed." He stroked Robin's hair as he said it and then, "Holly, I want you between my legs. Suck me clean and get me hard again. I need to fuck some pussy." 

Holly giggled and immediately jumped up from the floor then, as Matt sat on the edge of the bed with his legs open, she stood, bent at the hips and began to stroke his soft penis, before leaning down and licking it and his balls, like a pro. "Robin, why don't you get round behind Holly and have your first taste of pussy? I can assure you that she is quite simply delicious. Hurry up, there's a good girl."

His words stung her, to think of him with another woman and yet, she slid off the bed and moved around behind Holly. At first she just stood there behind her, looking at her bottom as it moved in time with her head at Matt's cock. She could see that she was wet, shining with arousal and she looked at Matt. He was watching her intently as Holly bobbed up and down his dick. He nodded, raising his eyebrows, "Go on, do it."

Robin tentatively reached out her hand and placed it on one of Holly's ass cheeks, allowing her thumb to graze the moist pussy lips and she felt Holly's body spasm ever so slightly. She moved her thumb up and down over the coarse pubic hair. Holly moaned and she moved her other hand, fingers outstretched and gently began to rub her fingertips up and down her soaking slit. Matt was nodding now, "That's it, keep going. Come on, on your knees, do what you've been dreaming of, good girl." He gasped and Robin knew that he must be beginning to stiffen once more.

"I never dreamed of this," she thought sadly, sighing as she got down onto her knees. She pushed her fingertips between Holly's lips now, surprised at how warm and soft her pussy felt. It felt nice. She moved her fingers up and down, opening up the inviting pussy before her and she pushed two fingers, meeting little resistance as they sank into her soft wet hole. It was Holly's turn to moan, Matt moaned too and Holly pushed herself back against Robin's hand. 

"That's it, suck my cock, you dirty bitch," gasped Matt, thrusting upwards. Robin was plunging deeper into Holly's pussy now and she gingerly leaned forward, pulled out her slick fingers, stuck out her tongue and darted it into the folds of the pussy. She could taste Matt's come of course, but there was a delicious tang which was unfamiliar to her, well, actually, it was not dissimilar to her own flavour. Her fingers slid forward, underneath, to find Holly's clit. It was large, fat and erect and she gently pinched it between her fingers, pushing her tongue deeper into Holly's cunt. She pulled, squeezed and rubbed the clit, pressing her face into the sopping pussy, her nose almost against her puckered hole. Holly began to writhe and moan, shoulders heaving as she sucked Matt's cock for all she was worth, arse bucking against Robin's face and hand now. Robin leaned forward and stretched out her hand to grab one of Holly's pendulous, swinging breast and pinched a fat erect nipple, hard.

Suddenly Holly screamed, pussy muscles clenching Robins' fingers and her mouth was flooded with hot fluid. Holly was a squirter. She sucked the thick lips between her own, drinking her come. "Enough!" Gasped Matt, pushing Holly back so quickly that she lost her balance and found herself in Robin's lap.

Robin looked over Holly's shoulder to see him take hold of his fully erect cock, a smile practically splitting his face. "Oh what good girls you are. What dirty fucking bitches!" He growled. "Holly, on your belly, now! I'm going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours."

He stood up, stroking his long, thick meat, as Holly scrambled over to the bed. Her face was in the covers and her legs were straight, arse up high, wiggling, inviting him. Robin watched, speechless as Matt leaned over and took a long lick of her open cunt. "Mmmm, fucking delicious," he said, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the saliva over his shaft. "Do you want my big fat cock in your tight little hole? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"YES!" Screamed Holly. "I want your cock, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Robin could only watch his buttocks clench as he lined up the head of his penis against her now dripping slit, his thumb rubbing her rosebud and he pushed his thick meat into her pussy at the same time pushing his fat thumb into her ass. His free hand open, he slapped her buttocks, hard. "You dirty fucking cunt! I'm going to pump you full of come."

He began to fuck her, hard as he said.

Robin stood up, open-mouthed, unable to speak, feeling invisible, redundant. Watching her ex fuck this... this whore in front of him, she felt as though her heart might break. She looked around and saw her clothing beside the bed. Hastily she gathered it up, unnoticed by Matt or Holly.

She ran silently from the room, thighs still wet with fluid, tears streaming down her face. All she could hear was the slap, slap of their sex, his grunts as he fucked Holly and not her. She had thought that he was going to make love to her, that they were going to be back together by now. How could she have been so fucking stupid? The small sensible voice in her head was saying, "I told you so! I told you not to come!"

She dragged on her clothes as quickly as she could and picked up her bag and coat. Her hand on the door handle, all she heard was Matt grunting, "You dirty fucking bitch! MY fucking bitch!"

She slipped silently out of the door, barely able to see through the tears. Humiliated once more... Would she never learn?

Part 3 coming soon...



Punish Me No More



This story is the follow up to Punish Me, Again... while you don't have to read the first parts, it will give you a richer picture if you do.

Even now, as Robin ran down the stairs from Matt's apartment, her disloyal pussy still tingled as she replayed in her mind how Holly had licked her pussy and finger-fucked her while his thick cock had been pumping in her mouth at the same time.

She had done it for him, she was certain, she was absolutely certain that she had never told him that she wanted to be with a woman. What she had done was naively think, that in pleasing him, that by doing as he had asked, he would forgive her and take her back. However, the image of him spitting on his cock and then pushing it into Holly's wet hole as his fat thumb probed her ass, was burned into her mind and she could still hear him telling Holly how he was going to pump her full of his come, completely ignoring her. Robin was left standing, like a spare hand at a wanker's wedding. Her pussy pulsed yet again as she remembered how it had felt when Holly had sucked her swollen little clit into her mouth, all the while fingering her g-spot with deft, quick digits until she had exploded in orgasm. God, it had felt amazing! God, she felt so fucking confused right now.

She was turned on still, but hurt and so bloody rejected and angry that she actually felt ill. She was shaking. Hurt was the most prominent emotion and her cheeks were wet with tears. She could barely see where she was going, her vision was so blurred. He had used her yet again. She had let him hurt her again. What the fuck had become of her?

As she stumbled downwards, faster and faster, she bumped against the walls like some sort of human pinball. Catching her elbow on the ornate banister, she cried out from the pain and her sobs became harder and noisier. She reached the exit door of the building, crashed against it and blindly fought to turn the lock, desperately trying to open it, to get out, to escape from this place, from this hurt, this unbearable angst.

She finally managed to unlatch the lock and she burst through the doorway, turning left, looking for her car. She didn't see it and as she spun around in the other direction, she ran full force into someone coming the other way. She yelped as her handbag went flying, spilling its contents onto the sidewalk. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she exclaimed and without even looking at the person she'd bashed into, she dropped swiftly to her knees and began to scrabble blindly, trying to gather her things.

She heard a man's voice say, "Hey, are you okay?" And then, "Robin? Robin, is that you?"

Robin hands moved blindly picking up her purse, of course all of the coins had fallen out and rolled in every direction, her make up was scattered everywhere. She was crying uncontrollably now and her tears were splashing onto the concrete. She felt a hand on her shoulder and became aware of a figure crouching beside her.

"Robin, stop."

She ignored him, kept crying and trying to gather her spilled things, dropping them as often as she managed to grasp them, as if she were wearing thick oven gloves.

"Robin!" His hand pressed firmly on her shoulder, stopping her from what she was doing and forcing her to look up at him.

She blinked away the tears and looked, seeing a face that she recognised, one that was etched with of concern. It was Jake.

Jake? Shit! Could things get any worse? Jake was her oldest brother's best friend, she'd known him most of her life and she did not want or need any of this getting back to Robert, or the rest of the family for that matter. When she had split with Matt, well, more accurately, when Matt had unceremoniously dumped her, they had all come out of the woodwork, professing their intense dislike for him. They had each said to her how terrible Matt was for her, what a bad match they had been, how much she had changed while she had been with him. Her brother, Robert, had actually said that Matt had been 'a despicable, controlling cunt who wasn't worthy of cleaning her shoes'. He'd even offered to have him 'sorted out', although of course she had refused that, saying that violence never solved anything. She had found herself defending him, making excuses for his behaviour, making excuses for her own behaviour. Of course, now she could see what a weak pathetic fool she had been to stay with him, to do the things she had said and done, to have been completely at his beck and call.

She was snapped out of her reverie by Jake's voice, "Robin, what the fuck's going on? Look, you're bleeding!"

She looked down at her legs and saw that her stockings were torn at the knees, grazed and bloody from where she had thrown herself to the pavement to pick up her things. She sat staring at them and then she began to howl, a primal cry, like a wounded animal or an abandoned baby. She had no thought of what anyone would think if they saw or heard her, she just cried and cried.

"Robin, were you at Matt's house? This is where he lives, isn't it? Did he hurt you? Did that fucking bastard lay a finger on you? I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him!" Jake spat.

"No, no. I'm fine," she sobbed. "I just need to get home. My car's over there," she waved weakly in the general direction. "Jake, please don't tell anyone. You can't tell Robert, please Jake, please! Promise me? I'm begging you"

Jake stroked her shoulder, deep in thought, "Okay, well, first things first. Let's get you home."

He quickly scooped up her things and stuffed them into her handbag, looking around to see if he'd missed anything and leaning over to pick up the few stray coins which had rolled towards the kerb. "I think I've got everything, Robin. Come on, I'll drive you home," he said, clutching her keys.

Jake put his arms around her shoulders and helped her onto to her feet. "I want to know what happened to you, why you're in this state. You look awful, Robin, really awful. I'm very concerned."

Robin simply continued to cry, her shoulders shaking, tears streaming down her face and as she went to reply, she half sneezed, snot exploding from her nose. "Oh god, I don't want to talk about it," she mewled as she delved into her bag for a tissue then blew her nose, loudly.

Jake said nothing, just opened the passenger door to help her in. He got in the other side and started the engine. Robin pulled down the sun visor to look at her face in the mirror. When she saw her reflection, she began to cry even harder, she looked terrible. Mascara halfway down her puffy cheeks, swollen lips, her skin was red and blotchy from crying. Jake put out his arm and snapped the visor shut. "Stop that," he ordered. "We'll be back at yours soon. Just relax until we get there."

When they arrived at her apartment, Jake got out and opened Robin's door for her, arm around her shoulder once more, helping her out of the car and to her building. As they reached her door, he fumbled for the correct key, finally found it and let them inside. They ascended the stairs and he never let her go, gently squeezing and rubbing her shoulders as they went. Robin was glad, his presence was having a calming effect on her.

He took her through to the living room and sat her down on the sofa, lifting a throw-blanket and wrapping it around her. Robin just sat there, numb, her body still shaking with silent cries although the tears had stopped. He made sure that she was comfortable and then went to the kitchen and she could hear him fill the kettle, open and close cupboards. "I'm making you some tea, Robin," he called. "You seem kind of traumatised to be honest and I think some tea will calm you down."

She smiled weakly and said, "Thank you, Jake."

She heard him leave the kitchen and go into the bathroom. When he came out, she could hear the noise of water running and a floral scent began to waft into her nostrils. Then he came back from the kitchen, with two large steaming mugs. He sat them down on the small coffee table and pulled it closer to the sofa, within Robin's reach, before going back to the kitchen, only to appear seconds later with a plate of cookies. He stood for a moment, smiling and Robin looked up at him, starting to feel embarrassed now. He leaned over and lightly rubbed her shoulders through the fluffy throw. "Back in a minute," he said, leaving the room again.

She could hear the sound of water being run into the bath and then she heard him move to her bedroom. "Oh shit," she thought. "Have I left anything lying there that shouldn't be?"

Then she heard him go back to the bathroom and a few minutes later he reappeared and sat back down beside her on the sofa. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

Robin took a sip of the hot, sweet tea then replied, "I'm feeling a little better thank you, Jake. This is really good of you, to do this I mean. You didn't have to you know. Don't you have to go? Won't Susan be wondering where you are?"

Jake's face fell slightly and he looked at her. "Didn't Robert tell you? Susan and I broke up a few months ago, love. It was all very amicable, we'd just grown apart. I mean, we'd been together since uni and we both wanted different things. Plus, you know she got offered a job in Perth? Well, it just seemed like a natural time to break things off."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jake. I never knew... I've not really been around very much lately. I've been kind of preoccupied with, well... you know... Hey, Perth isn't so far though. It's only a few hours on the train, Jake. Is there no chance you could stay together?"

Jake smiled ruefully at her, "Perth, Australia. It's just a little far to commute. No, it was the right thing to do. As I say, we'd really become purely platonic. I mean, I've been so busy with work and her career is really starting to take off now. I think that we'd only have held each other back. I think we'll always be good friends, Robin. I love her very much, but just not in that way."

Robin felt a little embarrassed. She and Jake had always gotten along very well. Even when she was younger and her brother used to tease her and make life hell at home, Jake had always stood up for her and been kind to her. He had been a constant in her life since she'd been very young. They'd kissed more than once, usually at Christmas time, but it had never gone any further than that. He'd seen her naked, running around the house in various states of undress over the years. She wondered what might have happened if they had... "I'm sorry, Jake," she didn't know what else to say. She wondered briefly if she smelled of sex, if that was why he had ran her a bath. She shook her head.

"Hey, you've nothing to be sorry for, sweetie," he smiled, pulling her in close and kissing her forehead. "It's all water under the bridge now and while I will miss her, of course, I am absolutely fine with it. It's all good. Now, if you've finished your tea, I've run you a bath and I think that you should soak in it for a while." Robin sat up, about to interject, but Jake continued. "No arguments, Robin. You go, soak in the bath and I'll hang around and watch TV or read a book or something. I'll be here, okay?"

She nodded then whispered, "Thank you Jake." She even managed to smile and small as it was, it was genuine.

She got up from the sofa and winced as she felt the congealing blood which stuck her stockings to her knees. Her body was beginning to ache and her eyes stung. Jake looked concerned and got up to help her. She could see that he wanted to say something, she could see the anger in his face, but he said nothing. She gasped as she stood up fully.

Jake took her arm, "Come on, darlin', let's get you through to the bathroom. Do you have matches or a lighter or something? I saw candles in the bathroom. You need to relax."

"You'll get a box of matches in the drawer below the cutlery one," said Robin, pointing to the kitchen.

Jake said, "Well, let's get you to the bathroom first, then I'll sort that." He supported her as they went to the bathroom. As they went in, he put down the toilet seat and guided her to sit there. Damn, she felt so weak, so spent, she let him. As she lifted her toothbrush, he left the room and came back momentarily with a box of cook's matches and proceeded to light a few tea-light candles in the room. "Do you want me to go out, so you can get into the bath?"

"No, it's fine, nothing you've not seen before," grinned Robin, remembering long hot summers from her youth when Jake was always at their house and she used to run around naked whenever possible. She began to pull off her clothes, wincing as she did.

"My god, Robin!" He spat. "Look at you! You're going to be black and blue tomorrow. What the fuck did that bastard do to you?"

"It wasn't him," she whined. "I bumped into the walls and bannisters as I was running down the stairs, I was crying and upset and wasn't looking where I was going. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could." She began to cry again and looked longingly at the deep, bubble bath, quite ready now to step inside and soak for a while.

"Hmm. Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut... for now at least, but you're going to tell me what happened when you're feeling better, okay?"

Robin nodded and bent to remove her stockings. Jake was instantly on his knees before her, gently pulling them down and when he got to her grazed knees, he said, "Take a deep breath, this might sting," before quickly whipping them down quickly.

"Aaaah!" she gasped, tears welling up again but from pain rather than emotion this time.

"Sshh, it's okay. Come on, finish getting undressed."

She slipped out of her underwear and stood, completely nude before him. She didn't feel uncomfortable in her nakedness. She knew that she had a good body, nice pert tits and a cute tight ass, but Jake certainly wasn't leering at her or anything like that. All she could see in his face was concern. "The water should be just right," he said, swirling his hands in the bubbles, making sure, as he supported her so that she could step into the bath.

As she sank into the water, she let her head slip below, only wincing slightly at the stinging in her knees and her pussy too, now that the hot water was on it. Her head popped back above the water and she put a wet flannel over her face and lay there, eyes closed. Jake sat quietly on the toilet, simply watching her, not in a rude way, just being with her.

"Would you like a glass of wine, Jake? I have some in the kitchen," she asked.

"I'll take one, if you'd like one, Robin. Shall I?" He said, getting up.

She nodded and he left the room. He came back a few moments later with two wine glasses and a bottle of Shiraz. She smiled, watching him, as he deftly opened the bottle and poured each of them a glass, sitting hers on the edge of the bath. She lifted it, "Cheers, Jake, and thank you. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

He clinked his glass against hers, "It's okay. I'm here for you. You know that. Look at the state of you. I do love you Robin, you know that, don't you?" He set his glass down on the vanity unit and lifted a bottle of shampoo. "Let me wash your hair, is that okay?"

Robin nodded as he squeezed some of the liquid onto her hair and began to massage her scalp. Man, that felt good. She closed her eyes and let him do what he was doing. He had a very gentle touch. As she enjoyed his ministrations, she began to speak, to tell him what had happened. She told him all about Holly, Matt and even Simon, she never went into great detail, but told him enough so that he could fill in the blanks himself. Jake never said anything, merely sighed or mumbled,"Mmm hmm," to encourage her to continue, and continue she did. She explained what her relationship had been like with Matt. How she had never felt secure with him, how he had treated her and as she talked, unburdening herself, she began to realise how manipulative he had been, keeping her always on the back foot, never secure of either herself or herself as one half of a couple.

Jake lifted a beaker from the sink and used it to rinse the lather from her hair as she spoke. It felt good and as he washed and rinsed, she kept talking. It was funny, the more she spoke, the better she began to feel. She sat up in the water, nipples just above the bubbles, but she didn't feel exposed or uncomfortable. Everything came out, the harsh words from Matt, the way she jumped to attention every time he called, how she always had put him before herself, always trying to please him, appease him. She felt a cool sensation on her head as Jake squeezed some thick conditioner from a bottle and began to rub it in, massaging and smoothing her blonde locks which were slick and dark from the water.

As Jake took sponge and began to gently wash her back, Robin could not stop talking. She told him everything, confided her deepest darkest feelings, the thing was though, that as she did, she felt like she was putting together the pieces of a puzzle and she began to understand why Matt had gotten under her skin the way he had. When she had first met him, she had not long ended the relationship she'd been in with David. They had been engaged and she'd found out that he'd been seeing another woman, well, actually, other women the whole time. Of course she had been devastated and it had ended, acrimoniously. She had been vulnerable, unsure of herself, desperate to know that she was loveable still, for she had felt anything but. Matt had swept into her life like a dashing knight. He had showered her with gifts and affection, told her that she was beautiful, that she was worth something. He had made it quite clear to her that he was totally committed to this relationship with her, that there was a pair of them in it and he had no intention of going anywhere.

She had not believed him at first, wasn't sure that it was a good idea to jump from one relationship into another. He had been persistent though, giving her loads of unexpected presents, writing love letters via email or text. Dammit, he had made her feel sexy, better than she had felt in years. He would talk to her until the wee small hours of the morning, whispering and singing into his mobile phone, coaxing and reassuring her that she was special and loved, and how he would always be with her. And the sex... God, the sex had been amazing. The two of them just seemed to fit. How he had made love to her, soft, hard, fast, slow, his energy and inventiveness seemed to know no bounds. He had encouraged her to let go of her inhibitions and she had, by god she had. She had never felt so free as when he was making love to her. A tear slipped silently down her cheek and Jake gently wiped it away before gently pulling a comb through her hair. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'm here, love, carry on."

She went on to explain how Matt had grown cold, how his moods became more and more unpredictable and how she more and more frequently found herself trying to anticipate them so that she could placate him, buoy him when he was down. He became detached, his moods dark and he began to contact her less. Because she had been on such a high of love and attention, Robin became less secure, more needy and when her texts or calls went unanswered, she would become upset and unsure of not just the relationship, but herself. Since nothing had actually happened or changed, well, not that she was aware of, she began to assume that the blame lay with herself. She became convinced that she was in the wrong. She washed her body as she spoke and Jake rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

"Anyway," Robin explained, "That's sort of where I'm at now, Jake. What do you think? Am I terrible and pathetic?"

She stood in the bath and Jake lifted a soft, fluffy towel from the radiator and wrapped around her wet body as she stepped out of the bath. He stood behind her and briskly rubbed her skin through the thick fabric. She smiled, feeling like a kid. He sighed, "Robin, I love you very much and I always have. I've seen you grow from a gawky little kid into a beautiful, accomplished woman." Robin opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger against her lips and continued.




Punish Me No More



"You know, it was awful for you when you split with David. I felt so sorry for you and I remember how tough a time you had of it, so I was pleased when Matt came into your life. For the first time in ages you seemed happy, relaxed, even fulfilled to some degree, but then things began to change. You became sullen, isolated. You stopped visiting with your family and friends. You know, we all began to become a little concerned but there was nothing we could do. I mean, I know that Robert spoke to you about it and you guys had a huge fight. You realise you're going to have to speak to him about that, don't you?"

Robin nodded as Jake took down her soft towelling robe and wrapped it over her shoulders.

Jake carried on, "Matt was just what you needed, or at least seemed to need at that time, but he's a user, Robin. He abused you, manipulated you but by that time you were hooked, deeply in love with him and couldn't see what was happening. I can understand why you would have done the things you did, hell, anyone would, but it's time to walk away now, Robin. You need to collect yourself and move on now." He pulled her close, turned her around to face him and gathered her in his arms.

"Jake?" She turned around to face him.

"Yes, Robin?"

"Do you have to go? I mean, would you stay with me tonight?"

Jake pulled Robin into his chest and stroked her wet hair, "Yes, of course I will."

Robin smiled and took his hand and led him to her bedroom...



Punish Me... Please



Dearest Pony,

Laying here naked on my new satin sheets stretching my legs, my back and flexing my stomach. I feel the blood rushing to my lower regions bring back happy memories and future touches in the days, months and years to cum. I drift in and out of the waking space of sleep and I think... I press my cock harder into the sheets, flexing my ass and thighs as I reflect on our time together and the ones to cum.

I call my slave, Pony. She is like an unbroken pony that is need of being trained by a loving Master. I am that Master and she is my only pony. I am glad that's she likes to be tied up, submissive to my every whim, pushing her boundaries, exploring my desires, trusting in our secret safe word. Trust and honesty keep us close and we harbor no secrets.

As I slide my tongue over the sole of her foot and toes, she giggles, knowing she will be punished for not holding her desires. I continue kissing them while massaging her calve, moving higher as I kiss and taste each inch of her silky skin, kneading her flesh. Her arms are tied above her head, spread wide to each corner of the bed. Her legs are pulled up high and back towards each wrist that are comfortably bound. Her arse high in the air supported by the new wedge W/we purchased for just this event. I move down her thigh, kissing, massaging a light oil into her skin. I stroke her leg, kissing closer and closer to her woman hood. As I watch it twitch with hunger and desire, her clit grows harder with each breath I blow onto it. Seeing her helpless and unable to close her legs, I wonder if she is a little scared.

. Pony wonders if her Master is going to spank, paddle, or maybe cane her? Has she not pleased her Master? Or by receiving a spanking, paddling or a canning, would that please her Master? She knows that her Master would not hurt or cause harm to His pony but only the pleasure of letting her serve him with heart and soul.

Master remembers how sensitive and ticklish she gets at times and produces a long feather, or perhaps a strip of fur and begins to run it along her thighs and over her arse. I see her smile as she begins to laugh and squirm against her bonds. She pulls on them, desperate to free her hands to touch me, herself, to feel the pressure building in her pussy... cunt...snatch or twat? Master wonders does she like these words, wondering does she feel ashamed? Has Pony ever been hurt by such words before? The safe word – I listen for it and it does not come to my ears as I watch her struggle. I smile and chuckle at her helplessness, knowing she is mine do with as I please.

I bite the back of her knees, her tight thighs and upward to her arse, teasing and taunting her while I grow harder with my own desires. Master continues to drizzle warm massage oil over her, squeezing her, stroking her. I slide my cock over her leg and work my way towards her extremely wet pussy, swollen with desire. I kiss and taste her, sliding my tongue over each of her velvet lips, purposefully missing her hardness. I dip lower, slipping my tongue into her, tasting her sweet necture. I continue to lick lower as she struggles, moaning and flexing as y tongue brushed over her pink puckered rosebud. I feel it spasm and contract at my touch. I wonder, is this to push me away or open up to me? I listen for our safe word. Nothing but moans of desire escapes her lips. 

Sliding my tongue up, over and between her velvet folds, I feel the increasing wetness that flows from her. I move back down, darting my tongue in and out of her dark slit. With a thumb, I open her folds as I grasp her swollen clit between my lips, sucking and biting it. I nip at her hardened clit. She bucks upward and I slap her thigh for not holding still. Her Master has not given her permission to cum yet. She moans softly, the pleasure and disappointment escapes her lips. Master, knowing that his Pony is in need of discipline, pulls the thumb from her, leaving her open and wanting more. Pony shudders, knowing that he is displeased with her and that she is fearful of what he might do to discipline her. 

I move up to her obedience collar and tighten the buckle, knowing that she loves the feel of the constricting leather. Master knows she is in need to be gagged and slips his hard cock into her hungry mouth, only to pull away quickly as she closes her lips around him. Smiling and chuckling loudly, I slip the edge of her discarded panties moistened by her wetness before I roughly removed them into her mouth. I slowly feed them to her until her mouth is full, lips open and her eyes full of desire and lust for her Master.

I resume my ministrations, kissing my way back down across each hardened nipple, sucking them, biting them, squeezing the flesh between my fingers. I pull a nipple hard and erect. I slip the cloths pin over it and quickly snap it closed. Again, the same treatment is applied to the other succulent breast. I slap the clothes pins, obliging my pony's desire to feel the mix of pleasure and pain. I pull at each nipple, applying more pins around the fleshy part of each breasts, encircling each one.

Loving the pressure and desire, Pony secretly hopes the same will happen to her hard and tender clit. Will Master attach a pin to her clit? To her lips? She can only hope.



Punish Me, Please!



I was desperately in need of some serious discipline. I had been in a terrible mood for days and I knew it was the only thing that was going to straighten me out. So I was acting up, purposely pissing him off, trying to force out of him the sexy dominating side I needed.

I knew he was close, I just had to push a couple more buttons so he would push mine. We were sitting at the table, finishing up a meal I knew he hated, when I went in for the kill. 

"I'm going to go see a movie tomorrow," I said innocently, looking him in the eye. "With Jason," I quickly added, averting his eyes in mock guilt and bringing a fingernail to my mouth. There were no such plans. 

"What?" He asked, obviously bothered but trying to hide it behind a veil of serenity. I knew better. He set his fork down, a little harder than necessary and waited for my response. 

"I said, I'm going to go see a movie tomorrow, with Jason..." I spoke very slowly and deliberately, drawing out the words in a sarcastic, mocking tone. 

He loudly cleared his throat and tried, unsuccessfully, to compose himself but his anger was apparent. He hated being mocked, hated when I was bitingly sarcastic, and, most importantly, he hated Jason. The thought of me being alone in a dark room with him, I knew, was more than he could handle and would be the proverbial straw that broke his back.

Especially because he's know I'm a slut. His slut, but still, he never knew what I might do. Which was why I wasn't surprised when his long enduring patience snapped; he stood up. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. Although my heart leapt, I was a little concerned, it had been a long time since I had seen that type of intensity emanate from him. 

"Clean up the kitchen and then come to the bedroom. You have twenty minutes." He spoke the worlds crisply and then turned on his heel to stalk to the bedroom. 

I hornily watched his ass as he left, then quietly hummed to myself as I moved swiftly through the kitchen, carrying dishes to the sink, rinsing them and loading the dishwasher, wiping counters and the table, then sweeping the floor. I was so distracted by my thoughts of what was to come that I forgot to watch the time; when I was finished and finally glanced at the clock over the stovetop, I realized I was already two minutes late. 

"Fuck!" I said under my breath, a mixture of fear and anticipation coming over me as I flicked off the kitchen light and hurried to the bedroom. Maybe he forgot what time he said? A forlorn hope as I stepped into the room and saw him, sitting on the side of the bed, arms crossed, a sexy stern look on his face. 

"You're late," a simple statement that held so much beneath it. "Undress and put on the bra and panty I chose for you. And no talking unless I tell you to, I have heard enough from you lately," he instructed, looking me dead in the eye, daring me to disobey him. 

"Your first punishment will start when you're ready. Five minutes, Angela. Understand?" He motioned towards the master bathroom; I nodded my assent and went to get ready. I put on the red and black bra with nipple cutouts and a skimpy red silk thong that covered nothing and I went back into the bedroom. 

"Three minutes. Congratulations." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his hungry hazel eyes roamed my body, looking at my legs and my breasts before skipping his eyes up to my face. "Turn around so I can see your ass," he ordered and I spun around to show him what he wanted. 

"Nice, now come over here so we can start your punishment," he demanded. I walked over to the bed and stood in the proper position, hands on the bed, ass up in the air. I felt him come up behind me, his hand reaching out to stroke my ass. 

"How many do you think you deserve?" He asked as he started lightly slapping my butt with his hands, alternating cheeks. 

I turned my head to look back at him, unsure if I should speak and he nodded. "At least ten I think?" 

"At least ten!?" he cruelly mocked in a whiny voice as he smacked my ass, hard, without warning. I took it without crying out but felt my insides clench up a little in preparation for what was to come. He hit me twice more and again I refrained from crying out even though it was starting to hurt. 

"I think thirty sounds better, maybe then you'll rethink your bahavior AND your movie plans tomorrow!" He spat the words out as he continued spanking me, taking his anger out on my poor ass. When it was thoroughly reddened he started slapping the backs of my thighs. I continued enduring the growing pain quietly until it got to be too much and I finally cried out, the tears in my eyes now streaming down my face as I tried, desperately, to maintain position and composure. He stopped, briefly, to appraise his handiwork and snip at me.

"Wow baby, that was only 23 and you're already in tears. That's too bad..." His sympathetic words did not match his bitter tone and I momentarily regretted getting myself into this. But, despite the pain and humiliation, or, more likely, because of them, my pussy was remarkably wet, something I knew he would not miss.

"Spread your legs," he ordered and I spread my legs shoulders width apart and gasped as I felt two of his his fingers reach up into my pussy to feel my wetness. 

"You're fucking dripping wet, god you're a slut" He finger fucked me for a little while, his thumb brushing my clit until I was moaning and once he knew he had me close, he pulled out his fingers, wiped them on my ass, and returned to my spanking. Now he hit me harder than before as he counted up to thirty. I was so aroused and in pain from his spanking and his probing fingers but I knew better than to move until I was told to do so. 

"Stand up straight," He commanded and I did so. He came up in front of me to tweak my nipples with his hands, making me moan loudly in pleasure. He then pulled roughly on them, reminding me that this was, in fact, a punishment, then let go before pushing me to my knees. 

He quickly removed his jeans and boxers before shoving his cock in my mouth. He was so hard, he was always hard after spanking me, he loved how wet and submissive it made me. He maneuvered us over to the wall by the bed so that my head was nearly resting on it. He shoved his dick in and out of my mouth, roughly fucking my face and making me gag and my eyes water. I tried to take it the best I could, allowing him to slide down my throat by relaxing my gag reflex and breathing through my nose. I tightened my lips around him and sucked in as he slammed in and out, my head hitting the wall. I used my hands on his balls and my tongue on his shaft to pleasure him the best I could in my limited position and soon I knew he was going to explode in my throat. 

I was ready when he did, I knew to take every drop and look up at him as he came. As his eyes pierced into mine I felt his cum in my mouth and swallowed, took another load and swallowed again, allowing only a couple of drops to leak out and slide seductively down my face. He was leaning against the wall, supporting himself on one arm as he looked down at me. I snaked my tongue out to catch the drops I had missed but I knew he had seen and would correctly surmise I had done it on purpose. 

He smirked angrily at me and pulled me up to my feet. "You missed some baby, that's unacceptable," he told me, pulling roughly on my nipples as I stood before him, twisting them in opposite directions, daring me to cry out. I kept quiet, savoring the delicious pain as he stared me down and twisted harder until I finally relented and yelled out, bringing a wry and satisfied smile to his sexy lips.

"You'll pay for that later later," he told me. "But for now get your fucking ass up on the bed and your arms over your head!" he ordered, releasing my nipples and gathering a pair of handcuffs from his dresser. I did as he asked, ignoring the searing pain from my backside and waited, completely at his mercy. He set two small boxes down on the bed before cuffing me to the rails on the headboard, securing me in place, my tits proudly on display, just the way he liked them. 

He grabbed one of the boxes and sat down near me. He pulled out a pair of silver clamps to affix to my nipples, one at a time, the sharp mouths biting down and engorging my pink buds. They were still a bit sensitive from the twisting and the clamps didn't exactly hurt but certainly added to my heightened state of arousal. He smiled crookedly at my helpless form when they were in place and tugged down on the weighted chain a few times and brushed his hands over my nipples. He knew I was so horny for him and was determined to enjoy my submission to him to the fullest extent. I wanted to beg to him to let me cum but I knew better. 

He opened the second box and pulled out a small bullet vibrator. He turned it on to a low setting and started using it on the exposed part of my nipples, sending shockwaves through my body. "DO NOT cum unless I give you permission!" he directed me, knowing I was close and determined to control me and my pleasure. I whimpered in protest as he upped the speed on the vibrator and continued stimulating my nipples with it as I moaned and writhed with pleasure and frustration. I was so close to a mind blowing orgasm just from my nipples being excited but I was determined to keep it at bay as he upped the speed again. 

"Please can I cum? Please sir let me cum for you you're turning me on so bad. Please? " I begged, not caring that I sounded like his pathetic little slut, I just needed release.

"No! Not yet baby, spread your legs," He coaxed as he removed the vibrator from my tits, giving me momentary reprieve as I opened my legs widely for him. "Good girl," he said before shoving it down to my small panty and again turning it on, rubbing it all around my hot wet pussy before aiming for and finding my clit. Even through the silk of the panty the pleasure from the small device was maddening and though I continued to fight the orgasm I knew it was inevitable if he kept it up. I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to overtake my body as it started to shake uncontrollably as I neared the edge of bliss. 

"Open your eyes. Look at me," he ordered sensing this, turning off the vibrator and removing it from my pussy. I moaned and whimpered, quickly bringing my eyes to meet his, silently begging for release. "Would you like to cum?" he asked. I nodded desperately, afraid to speak, and he laughed at me but surprisingly relented and said "Okay slut, cum for me!" as he restarted the vibrator and slid it back to my clit. 

That was all I need to hear and as soon as I felt the pulsing on my clit I came, hard, riding the waves of pleasure that shot through my body. He kept the vibrator in place despite my wriggling to free my sensitive clit, bringing out of me another quick hard orgasm that took my breath away and caused me to momentarily black out, eyes squeezing shut, head relaxing back from sheer pleasure. 

A tugging on the chain from the nipple clamps brought me out of my sex induced stupor and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, pulling on the chain and leaning in to kiss me. I could see his anger had somewhat dissipated but he still looked extremely horny and handsome as he unclipped the clamps and unclasped my bra so he could suck on and nuzzle my nipples. 

He hungrily lapped at my left nipple while his hand rubbed and massaged the right. I sighed and moaned, loving the way he always knew just how to play with my tits and nipples to turn me on and make me want him even more than I already did. I sucked in my breath as his his teeth scraped the sides as he bit hard on them and then backed off, alternating sides, then came up to suck on and bite my neck, his hands taking the place of his mouth on my now slippery wet nipples. 

I kept moaning and trying to adjust my body to get closer to his but he maintained control, sliding his mouth back down to my breasts to again suck on my taut nipples before coming to straddle my abdomen. He positioned himself so he could place his hard cock between my tits, cupping each one with a hand and pushing them together to he could titty fuck me as I laid helpless and panting beneath him. 

He used a thumb and forefinger to keep my nipples hard as he slid his cock up and down my chest between my titties, his spit providing lubrication as he slowly started to increase speed and push his cock further up and towards my mouth. I reached my tongue out to lick the tip and he quickly pulled back. "You want to suck it again, baby?" He asked, still moving his cock back and forth but keeping it just out the reach of my mouth. I nodded eagerly and he said, "Beg for it then, slut." 

"Please sir can I suck your cock while you fuck my titties? Please?" I begged salaciously, needing his cock in my mouth desperately. He looked at me again and decided to give me my way, allowing his cock to come up to my lips. I was able to get the head in my mouth and he let it linger just a bit before pulling it back down and then up again. He did this several times until he was getting close to cumming and then he stopped to move back so he could finally fuck my - his - wet pussy. I was so slippery and wet for him and he was hard for me so he didn't waste any time spreading my legs and sliding his cock into me. 

He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and I gasped as he slipped in so deep and started to fuck me relentlessly. I was crying out in pleasure how good he was fucking me and when he reached down to finger my clit, I came again before I could stop myself. He was so caught up in the moment that he let it go, for now, I knew and kept pounding away as my already tight cunt muscles contracted around his hard cock. Soon he too was letting go and I felt him fill my hot pussy with his cum. Knowing he was cumming and feeling him inside me was such a fucking turn on that I slipped over the edge again and came so hard as he finished pumping into me. 

When we recovered, he looked over at me and scowled. "You came without permission. Twice," he sternly stated. "Now I have to spank you again, and this time I am going to use the belt," he told me, and I shivered at the thought. He got off the bed to retrieve the key to the handcuffs and grabbed his belt as well. As he used the key to unlock me and I could see something dark lingering beneath his stoic surface. He watched me as I stretched out my stiff arms and rubbed my wrists, his eyes brimming with domination and lust.

"This time I want you to lay across the bed with your hands gripping the far side. And don't let go - no matter what - or I will double your spanking. I'm going to start with ten lashes, count them out for me, and if you're good I will stop there," he explained and I rushed to obey him, moving into the position he described. When I was ready, he looked me in the eyes and added, "Got it baby?" I nodded. 

He started by rubbing my ass with his hands and mumbled to himself about he couldn't wait to fuck it later. Then he picked up the belt and brought it down, hard, on my ass. I screamed out "One!" loudly as tears formed in my eyes. The belt was not my favorite but it still turned me on. He responded to my loud cry by hitting even harder the second time, in the same spot, and I screamed out "T-two!" even louder. He kept going, trying to throw me off and make me forget my count or let go of the bed by moving around erratically and hitting me with great force but I was ready for this and kept a steady count and grip until we got to ten. 

By then I was in tears, sobbing the numbers as they came, feeling humbled and contrite at my earlier behavior. I still wasn't moving as he got up to put the belt away and grab some lotion. He sat it down on the bedside table and came to sit on my back, one thick leg on each side of me. He started rubbing my shoulders and my back. "You did really good baby. I hope I wasn't too harsh. I love you so much, you're such a good little slut," He was whispering near my ear as he rubbed me, putting me into a trance with his words and hands. I started to relax, feeling drowsy but I knew he wasn't finished with me and, afterall, I had begged for this with my childish behavior. He wasn't going to give in now. 

He climbed off of me and moved his hands down to my ass, rubbing the wounds he had inflicted gently with his hand. He mercifully grabbed the lotion and rubbed it in until the fire slowly started decreasing to a smart stinging. He then came to rub up and down my ass crack, sliding his fingers up and down before settling at my sphincter and slowly working a finger in. He stopped to grab the bottle of lube he kept in his bedside table and spread some out on my ass and worked it into my hole with his finger, loosening me up. 

He added another finger when I was ready and when I started to moan he made the next move. He put a bit more lube on my ass and added some to his cock, which was already hard again, I loved how he was always hard for me. When he was properly prepared, he helped get me up onto all fours and placed his cock at the entrance to my ass and slowly started to push in. It hurt a little as he eased it in but I sucked in my breath as he kept pushing. 

"Play with your clit for me," he requested and I complied, "But DON'T cum until I say," he finished, breathing heavily as he was almost all the way in my tight ass. I reached down to manipulate my clit with my finger, rubbing it as he started to fuck me harder. I knew he wanted to hear me moan, feel the vibration go through my body into his as I got more and more into it. 

"I love fucking your ass baby, it's so tight," he was telling me as he started pounding away. My finger was moving faster as I loved how sexy he sounded, high on me and how I was making him feel. The feeling was definitely mutual and I was once again nearing climax. 

"Can I please cum for you sir? I want to cum again with your hard fucking cock in my ass, please?!" I begged him, again desperate for a release. 

"Yes, cum for me, as I cum into your ass, you fucking slut!" I flicked my finger over my clit again and I came, yelling out loudly, calling his name in ecstasy. He came right behind me, spewing his hot sperm into my ass as I bucked beneath him. He pushed into me three or four times before he stopped moving and collapsed his hard body down into mine. He laid there for a second and then rolled off of me. He pulled me back towards him and gathered me in his arms. He brushed my hair away from my face and kissed me on the cheek. I looked back into his eyes and I could see I was back in his good graces...for now. 

Tomorrow, however, was a whole new day.



Punish Me with Ecstasy



A big thank you to persona for editing my work again. :) 

Dark tales for the darkest of minds This story takes place in a world where demons and sometimes angels walk side by side with humans. Welcome to the Incubus house where pleasure is inevitable. That is if you survive the night.

Judgment

"Help!" Coven Witch Angara yelled at the top of her lungs. Her heart was racing as she pulled and tugged at the chains that bound her . . . To what . . . She did not know. All she knew was that she was naked in a blacked out room. Barely able to see her hands in front of her face. The smell of dry ice and metal hit her nose, making her teeth clench with the cold air that sat around her. How she got here, she had no idea, but she needed to find a way out. 

Getting to her feet, Angara started to pull at the heavy chains that bit into her skin and lay on the icy cold floor, the only sound was her breathing and metal hitting metal, a sound that died off so quickly that it sent a shiver of fear down her spine. The fear that had once consumed her was now a dying need to escape. Angara was NOT the kind of person to give up easily, and she'd be damned if she died in some dark abyss. "Come on!!! God, Break damn you!!!" 

Angara prayed silently to herself asking the dark goddess to gift her with the power to vanquish her enemy and all who follow them.. . . Just like she had done to the bullies on her street, who liked to throw glass bottles at the skinny witch girl. Just like she had done to her older brother, who liked to touch his little sister when no one was looking. She would get out of this alive, and this would be just another one of the moments she looked back on to give her strength. 

Pulling and tugging the chains once more before she gave up, Angara let the chains fall to the floor as she slowly turned around. Right at the edge of darkness stood a man . . . No.... Not a man, a demon but not just any demon, an Incubus. 

Angara took in a sharp breath of icy air at the beautiful horror, his true form bringing blood red tears to her eyes. Most Incubus had dark gray skin, yet his skin was lighter, more silver, the sensitive ball that sat at the end of his long thin tail was fatter too and his brown eyes were almost gold. His hair was a deep purple that was so dark it could almost pass for black. If she had been a witch of light magic, who knew what would have happened to her from just looking at him. 

Her body was awakening in every way to his need, her skin grew tight and sensitive, her nipples hard and tender as her pussy became a soft inferno of wet heat. On instinct alone her legs and thighs part impatiently awaiting his dominating touch. A touch she knew she should fight but found herself wanting more and more to give in to. It was a sexual energy the Incubus gave off, a energy she could feel from where she stood, chained and at his mercy.

But then Angara had all ways been told that demons have no mercy, just a need to deliver justice of a wrong doing. Their kind of justice was that of a painful kind, the unforgiving kind. 

But what had she done to be taken before her given time. . . Before her death, what had she done that made her stand out of her coven. They were all the real monsters . . . Not her. She did only what was needed to live in this world, nothing more, nothing less . . . Sure, she used her powers for laughs and giggles but who hadn't. Not all of them ended with death.

So why was she being picked on? 

She was as good a dark witch as it could get. You couldn't find better.

"It is time Angara," The demon said, the shadows holding his powerful body close like a lover of old. No words could rightly paint his essence, a wonder of darkness that light could not touch.

His aura wrapped around her, held her, and strangled her . . . It was a sweet embrace of death. A death she wanted . . . Needed.

No wait that's not what she need, she need . . . She need him. Naked bodies.... Rubbing, mixing, making the beast with two backs, she wanted it all yet nothing to do with it. Because she knew it was not real . . . That this lust was pushed upon her. 

This creature in front of her was death, someone she had walked hand in hand with at one time, but now he stood against her. She could see him watching her with cold dead eyes. Where souls screamed, and yet all her pleasure seemed to lie. His passion would be her end and Angara wonder how long she would be able to fight it. 

"NO!! I'm not evil!You can't do this, I did nothing . . . Nothing!"

A laugh so far from human that it had to be demonic cursed her ears. "You don't remember what you did to me do you?"

As if his words were the command, her chains move above her head. Angara gave a scream as she was pulled onto the tip of her toes. From the darkness, two more chains came out like snakes wrapping around her ankles and pulling her legs apart.

Out of the darkness the demon walked closer, his bigger than human cock sat heavy and ready, putting her in the mind of a soft pearl too big for two hands to grip. He walked around her, coming in and out of her vision. Fire heated her body and hardened her nipples until it was almost painful. The wet blaze of sweet heat that was her pussy ached and throbbed for a touch she could not give.

"Damn you!" Angara cried out as sexual heat pushed at her every cell, making her mind fog as if looking through a dirty mirror. Finally the Demon stopped in front of her, his eyes going dark like a swirling black hole. "I am your master now, do you understand?"

"Go back to hell, you monster!" She spit at him, letting her lust feed her anger at the cold hearted beast.

Lightly, ever so lightly, the demon moved his tail up her leg making her suck in a quick breath of surprise and pleasure. Her pussy grew tight with excitement, almost dripping with its need to be touched and penetrated. Right when the ball tip of his tail almost touched her hungry cunt, the demon moved his tail away, making her cry in frustration and fury

"Fuck you!"

The demon's face grew hard as he answered her. "Your master did not tell you to speak." His hand smacked her ass, making her jump and hiss from the hard hit. Again he hit her, she was not only sure it would leave a red mark but would be painful to the touch. 

With a dark chuckle of enjoyment, he rubbed his hand around her hips and across her belly. She could feel his breath next to her ear as he spoke making her shiver and bite back a moan. "You will give yourself to me, body and soul little witch wither you like it. . ." His hand moved lower caressing her clit with two finger, making her suck in a soft moan of pleasure. ". . . Or not." With one hard move he smacked down hard on her pussy, making a sharp pain that twisted purely with pleasure, shoot through her body. Making her jump and pull away as he smacked harder and harder, each hit sending shock wave after shock wave through her body.

"Ask for more." he demanded on a deep grumble of power.

"No" she barely got out.

Angara could feel his amusement as he moved his hand away from her pussy and once again brought it down against her ass. His farm hand against her soft ass making her jump and groan from the painful delight he gave her. This time gripping her ass, as he used his middle finger to lightly touch the opening of her pussy, He lightly rubbed his finger up and down her pussy, never entering her only teasing her as he rolled her clit slowly then moved away. Making Angara moaned as she tried to pushed her ass closer to him. With a grumble of displeasure the Incubus moved his hand away and smacked her little red ass again, making her cry out with need, for his touch as he moved away. 

The smacks to her ass stung so good, she could still feel his hand there long after he had stopped. Again he walked out of her vision, as she squirmed in need.

"Ah!" two hands eased their way up her thighs, his nails digging into her skin making her cry out in pain. Her body was awaking to his touch like no others, played her body till it made sweet music for him and him alone. 

The ball of his tail slid in front of her and began to lightly rub her clit sending a jolt of pleasure with every sharp pain he gave. If she hadn't already been on her toes Angara knew she would have been rocking in to him.

"Do you remember what you did to me now slave . . . Hmm?" His fingers dug deeper into her skin as the ball of his tail vibrated against her clit, more powerful than any play toy she had ever had. Angara threw back her head and moaned, her whole body tightening before giving herself completely over to him. Letting the pleasure run through like a rush of water as she bit her lip to stop the scream when he hit just the right spot. 

When he knew she was about to cum he stopped. Angara shouted and struggled against her chains, needing him to finish what he started. 

"Floor." 

The chains became heavy, making her fall to her hands and knees. Pain shot up her body but so did pleasure.

"I am going to fuck you until you remember what you did. And when I'm done, not only will you beg for forgiveness, you'll suck my dick as you're doing it."

****

The Senates

Here she was on her hands and knees . . . Like she should be . . . Her body not ready for him, not how he need her body to be. He needed her wetter and wilder than this, he needed her to give herself over to him completely. 

Her backside was smooth and looked beautiful, the small tattoo of the five pointed star sat just under her neck right against her spine. It made his cock pulsate with the need to run his tongue over the lovely dark magic symbol. Bending over her soft willing form, the demon lifted Angara's leg, revealing her steaming pussy. It called out to him, and he was all too willing to reply. "Your master is hungry. Do you want to feed me slave? . . . Hmm? I don't understand when you don't speak up . . . Say it, say it out loud."

As if an arrow were shooting from her mouth, Angara bellowed out. "Yes I want to feed you."

Giving a soft smile to himself the demon blew hot air on her little pussy, making her body tighten as little sensations came from her cunt. "And what will you feed me, baby." Slowly licking his lips, his hunger growing stronger. 

"Pussy, I want to feed you my pussy."

Her pussy flexed as she tried to move it closer to his face, but he held back prolonging her suffering, enjoying it. 

But not even he could hold himself back from her wet ecstasy, as the sweet smell of her desire moved over him. With a slow ease to him, the demon ran his tongue from her clit to the tip of her ass, she tasted of dark magic and lust, his favorite.

Angara let out a low sigh of pleasure as she felt the wet tongue slide into her pussy, this time making wave after wave of shivering pleasure hit her whole body as he fucked her slowly with his pink tongue. Faster and faster he went, his lips sucking hard on her sensitive clit, making her jump with surprise, as he added a finger with his tongue. Using his thumb to roll her clit, the demon pumped her tight little pussy hole harder, adding one more fingers as her hungry heat became wild. Her head flew back in overfilling enchantment as she became pure pleasure in his strong arms, a being without thought.

"Are you ready for your master slave?" 

Her hands were shaky, and her mouth opened to answer yet nothing came out, he loved and despised it.

"Answer your master." 

As if gasping for air, Angara cried. "Yes, yes master fuck me, do me now!" He quickly moved to her opening, then pushing his hard cock into her soft welcoming pussy. Her head fell to the cold ground as she felt the bigger than normal cock enter her from behind. A Soft cry escaped her as he pushed deeper. Her inner walls, closing in around him and making her moan and bite her bottom lip.

He wasn't completely in her, but she already felt full, not knowing if she could take any more. Angara started to move away from him, her pleasurable moans slowly becoming more painful. Not ready to let her go, the demon grabbed her by the hair and forced her back to his chest as he sat up, his cock going deeper. She gave another cry, tears burning her eyes. 

"Ah how tight and small you are." His laugh was a demonic chill of ice that poured over her as he spoke. "I'm going to enjoy opening this pussy up."

Again he pushed deeper until there was nothing but his balls that laid outside her body. She whimpered from the pain of his monstrous cock, screeching and pulling her apart. Gasps of air left her as he drew out and then heaved back in. It was a lovely sound to his ears, her painful pleasure echoing around them, moving them into their own dominion. 

"You like that it hurts you. You like that your master gets pleasure from it . . . Oh . . . My little slutty slave."

Clawing and moaning at the ground, Angara moved into his every thrust, her body rising higher with waves of pleasure he sent into her body with each blow he gave. His hand gripped the back of her head, tightly pulling her up higher so that they were upright on their knees his hand across her chest gripping her nipples. Angara moaned at the new angle, making him go even deeper into her cunt. The demon's tail slid in front of her and vibrated on her clit.

Angara had never felt so much pleasure in her life. Never had a man surrounded her like he did. He was everywhere: hand painfully in her hair, his other hand feeling on her breast pleasantly. He was too many places to name, her body a overloading mask of pleasure. 

Angara came with a silent scream letting the pleasure shatter her body and reform her mind, into nothing more then a moment of utter dark lust. Her hands digging into his arms as her life's energy left her body and entered his. Instantly she became sleepy, her eyes beginning to close. She was dying and she knew it. She always knew but that did not stop the satisfaction from covering her face as her soul slowly walked from her body.

"Oh no, no, no you're not going anywhere. You are now my slave." Reaching out with cold fingers, the demon took hold of her soul and he put it back into her body. Angara screamed, her body in excruciating pain. She could feel but she could not see or hear. It was even hard to think. Why was this happening? How was this happening?

Then just when she thought she would go mad from the pain, the taste of blood filled her mouth, stopping the pain and making it easier to think, see, and hear. The demon was standing over her now, her chains gone. The smile that played on his face sent shivers up her spine, as his cock sat up in front of her face.

"Tell me how do dark witches get more power." His unworldly power showed through his voice now. Undoing her mind and soul.

Without even thinking twice about disobeying him, Angara answered: "By taking it from a demon in a circle of salt."

"And how many have you taken."

Tears filled her eyes as she answered, "four."

That smile on his face somehow grew darker, his cock pushing its way into her mouth and making her take his thrust as his hand moved in her hair. His nails dug into her scalp making her look up into his glowing red eyes. "Yes and you took my power and I have taken it back . . . I have made you my soul slave. A soul slave cannot leave its body to pass to the afterlife, and it needs the blood of the demon that controls it. The only way out is if the demon dies or willingly releases them, which they never do."

"Now beg your master for forgiveness." He pumped harder into her soft little mouth, not once did her body refuse him. The sound of her muffled pleas rang beautifully in his ear. After Lucifer climaxed he took his new toy down to hell where she would repay the power she took from his demons for four years. 



Punish the Bad Girl



You discovered what I had done last night and you were completely furious. You told me I would be punished for disobeying a direct order. You told me I was not to flirt with anyone at the party last night yet I could not resist. I could not resist grinding up against the guys as we danced. I never thought it would get back to you but you must have had a spy at the party because this morning I woke up to this e-mail from you.

Morning slut,

You have been a very bad girl. I am very disappointed in you . You can not even obey a simple order. Now you will be punished for blatantly disobeying me. 

When I come home tonight, you will be on your knees facing the door. I want you to wear the black lace bra and thong. You know the set I bought you for Christmas. I also want your hands handcuffed behind your back.

I will be home by five, you had better be ready or else I will punish you even worse. 

Your Master

I spend most of my day making sure that all of my chores are done so that you did not have any other reasons to be angry with me. Suddenly I look at the clock and realize it is four o'clock and that you will be home in an hour. 

I race towards the bathroom . I turn the shower on while I grab my shaving cream and razor. Then I jump into the shower, I know that if I don't shave myself completely bare you will not be happy at all. I make sure that there is not hair anywhere on my arms, legs, or pussy. 

When I am finished with the shower, I jump out and quickly towel off. I grab my brush and pull my hair back in a ponytail. You love my hair this way because it makes it easier for you to pull my head back in order to emphasize any point that you are trying to make. 

Then I rush into our bedroom hoping that is not going to be difficult to find the lingerie that you want me to wear because it is already four thirty and you will be home in a half an hour. If I am not in the position you ordered me to be in then I will surely suffer your wrath and I am in enough trouble. Thankfully it does not take long to find it. I quickly slip on the thong adjust the g-string in my ass. Then I clasp myself into the bra and make sure that my breasts are placed perfectly in the cups. I take a glance at the clock. It is four fifty. "Oh shit." You will be home in ten minutes. I grab the handcuffs from the top drawer of the nightstand next to our bed and run downstairs.

When I reach the bottom, I kneel down and clasp my hands behind my back. Now all I can do is wait for you to come home. I do not have long to wait because shortly after I kneel down I can hear the key in the lock of the front door. 

You place your briefcase on the table near the door and hang your coat on the coat hook. "Good girl you did exactly what your master told you to . You do know that this does not excuse your disobedience last night."

"Yes master."

"You must still be punished for what you did last night."

" I know. I was very bad girl."

"Now my slut, you stand up and follow me into the living room. My favorite show is coming on. You will sit on the floor and do exactly as I tell you to. First though I will unlock you handcuffs."

I follow you into the living room and sit down on the floor at your feet . I look up at you awaiting further instructions. 

"I think I could use a foot stool. Get on your hands and knees . You will stay in this position until I tell you that you may move." I kneel down on my hands and knees as you put your feet on my back. I stay in this position throughout the entire hour long show. "How does it feel to be a human foot stool?"

"Embarrassing Master. My back is also beginning to ache. Can I please change positions?"

"I am glad this is embarrassing to you because maybe you have gotten a taste what I felt last night. Yes you may get off your hands and knees. Lay your body across my lap." 

I do exactly what my master tells me to. Suddenly I felt his hand come down up my bare ass. I jump a bit off his lap. 

"Did I tell you that you could move?"

"No sir," I yelp as he swats my ass again. 

"Then don't you dare move another inch. Do you understand me?" He hit my other cheek to emphasize his point. 

"Yes sir."

"Ten more slaps and I think you should sufficiently have learned your lesson. I want you to count them for me. You know how excited I get if I count I may just lose track." He slammed his hand down on my left butt cheek.

I winced but quickly said, "One."

"Good girl," Master said. His next blow came down upon my right.

"Two."

He alternated cheeks as he continues to spank me until he was down to the final two blows. " You were such a naughty girl last night I think that these last two blows need to be somewhere that you will remember for a long time. Flip over my bad little slut." 

I cringe yet I do exactly as I am told. I know exactly where he intends to land those final two spanks. 

He ran his finger along my slit. "You are truly a slut. You're soaking wet. Well let's see of you enjoy this." With that he raised his hand and let it slam down upon my highly aroused pussy. 

My body jumped upward and I let out a gasp.

"You forget to count that one that means I'm going to have to do it over. He slapped my pussy lips again. 

"Nine," I practically moaned. 

"Okay, this is the last one. Let's see where should I smack you next. Maybe I should just stop at nine, teased just enough to get my guard down. He let the final blow come down right across my highly sensitive clit. "So have we learned our lesson my slut?"

"Yes master," I said.

"Will we ever be flirting with random men again?"

"No master."

"Good now let's get to bed."

"But master I am still so very horny."

"No buts . It is time for bed I have a long say tomorrow and need my sleep."

"Yes Master." This must be another part of my punishment I thought to myself as we head to bed.



Punish the Freak



"You know you are such a fucking freak." The smile threatening to tear Jermaine's face in half could only be described as Cheshire in nature. If he'd torn off his own head and stood on it to make some obscene joke it would have been a little less frightening than the smile. There was something about the way Jermaine expressed glee that couldn't possibly be human. It was euphoric and sadistic at the same time. "It turns me on knowing that you're just a fucking animal. A mistake of nature." It was impossible but the smile continued to grow. It seemed like Jermaine's face might unzip at the seams. "That's what you are. A freak of nature."

Jermaine's demonic grin thankfully remained static as he took the first step forward. If he'd done anything else Marie probably would have lost her nerve. It wouldn't have mattered though. Her hands were bound behind her back thrusting her enormous melons forward and providing an ample target for Jermaine's twisted lust. Marie's half bra held the pair up for whatever Jermaine desired and still bore welts from the riding crop he'd gotten last night.

The half bra covered more of her breasts than the skirt did of Marie's lower half. That was partially due to its length. It was probably more accurate to describe her skirt as a belt with a zipper and then to speak in terms of width not length. For a belt it was pretty wide and came almost halfway down her succulent rump in the back. The front was held up by her erection. Nearly six inches of flesh that seemed out of place on the otherwise feminine frame. "Is that the only reason I turn you on? Because I'm a freak?" Marie wriggled her hips slightly so her cock would sway.

Leaning in as close as he dared to his restrained partner Jermaine lowered his tone to a dangerous whisper. "You know the truth Marie? You'd be a freak even without this." He reached down and cupped her scrotum in his hand gently kneading her flesh. "You know why you're a freak?" He squeezed Marie's balls gently. "You're a freak because it turns you on to dress up like a little school girl and let me handcuff you and blind fold you." Jermaine leaned even closer so she could smell the mint on his breath with each word he spoke. What had been a gentle kneading picked up speed and intensity. "You're a freak because you know that I'm going to rape your tiny, tight rectum and flood it with my cum." His grip tightened until he saw Marie's face twist slightly. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a whimper but he could see it in her eyes. "You're a freak because you get off on pain." He lunged forward crushing his lips to hers in a brutal kiss. "The answer is yes. The only reason you turn me on is because you're a fucking freak."

When Jermaine broke the kiss Marie was literally breathless and dragging air into her heaving breasts. "You know you're not supposed to be romancing me right?" Marie smiled up at Jermaine from her knees. There really was something wrong with him. She could see it in his eyes, a fever that would drive most men to the very edge of madness. "You're supposed to be training me to be a good bitch." 

Jermaine clasped his hands behind his back and started walking until he was behind Marie. "You're already a good bitch." He crouched behind her took a fist full of hair and yanked her head back and started roughly nipping at her throat leaving bright red circles in his wake. "I'm here to fuck a freak." He snarled into her ear then bit down hard enough to coax a whine from her lips before he released her.

Releasing her hair Jermaine reached around and scooped Marie's tits in either hand. "Such great tits. A perfect fucking handful." He pulled her back against him so she could feel his erection grinding between her shoulder blades. After just roughly squeezing Marie's breasts Jermaine turned his attention to her erect nipples clearly visible through the light fabric. Yanking the half bra completely out of the way Jermaine pinched down on Marie's nipples and slowly started tugging them. Jermaine pressed his lips against Marie's neck before he spoke. "Go on. Whimper. Cry out. Beg me to stop. You know you want to." Determined to get at sound Jermaine started twisting Marie's nipples. He took his time; he was trying to rip them off her. That wouldn't be any fun at all but there was a sadistic need in him to hear her whimper. 

Marie's entire body trembled but she set her jaw and refused to give Jermaine what he wanted. She screwed her eyes shut and shook her head defiantly as he cooed his suggestions into her ear. Without realizing it she was pumping her left leg spreading the slick juices of her arousal around. Finally she uttered a single whimper but no one would have mistaken that breathy moan as anything but pleasure. "Is that all?" She smiled. "You promised you would make it hurt. That you'd punish me for being such a freak!"

There was nothing remotely human about the way Jermaine smiled when he pushed Marie face down on the hard wood floor. He'd stopped shy of slamming her head, but not far enough that she didn't feel the sting through her cheek. "Oh you'll learn your lesson you vicious little cunt." Jermaine spat on her asshole then pushed the tip of his cock against her. "You think you're ready for this?" He knew he was a little intimidating for most women. Eight and a half inches was enough to make some women think twice. Marie growled as his barely lubed cock inched towards her core. "Really?" Jermaine whispered in a heated tone. Her refusal to cry out was both a turn on and a source of frustration. Any mercy he'd considered evaporated when he'd bottomed out and she was still silent. 

There was a long silence before Marie twisted back slightly so she could see the look in Jermaine's eyes when she broke the silence. She broke the silence by giggling lightly. "Was that it?" She smiled and stuck out her tongue. Anchoring her shoulder as best she could manage Marie pushed back against Jermaine further impaling herself. "I thought you were gonna punish me for being a freak!"

Insulting Jermaine always got the same response. He'd do his best to make her cry and beg. He grabbed her cuffed wrists and pulled them up forcing her face down against the floor and power fucked her. Each thrust sent an echoing slap through the tiny room. They would have slid her slight frame forward but his grip on the cuffs kept her in place. If that hadn't Jermaine's iron clad grip on Maria's cock would have. He was more crushing the firm rod than massaging it. "Fuck!" Marie whimpered. The very first concession she'd made to Jermaine the entire evening.

The two of them had been a couple for almost three years. She knew the sadistic side of him well enough to know that her pain wasn't going to make him stop. There was something dark in him that got off on knowing he'd hurt her. That was what really got Jermaine off was hearing her whimper so she played it up. Twisting and writhing like the cock in her bowels was forged from molten lava. She howled when pushed her down toe floor crushing her tits against the floor and mercilessly butt fucked her until he dumped his load. The sudden warmth filling her was enough and she came as well coating Jermaine's fingers in semen. 

Jermaine enjoyed the moment then slowly pulled out of Marie yanking her back up to her knees by her hair. "You fucking freak." He whispered lovingly then slapped her across the face with his sperm splattered hand. Marie smiled. 



Punishable Offenses



A long-distance relationship is just difficult in general. The inability to see one's significant other, especially in times of sheer joy or utter distress, weighs heavily on both partners. When one is a very busy Ph.D. student and the other works in a job with a highly-demanding schedule, it is even more difficult for the lovers to see each other as often as they would like. 

When a long-distance relationship also includes a BDSM component, there is one thing which is quite likely to occur first when the partners are able to be in the same geographical location: a punishment. 

As the plane made its final approach to Oakland International Airport, My thoughts turned to loving slave's assignment since My last visit a few months earlier: she was to maintain a running tally of punishable offenses and present it to Me upon My arrival. As I watched the water creep closer and closer as the plane decreased in altitude, I wondered exactly what she would consider as punishable offenses - something neither she nor I had clarified - and considered various punishments for her, to have a selection of viable possibilities depending upon the punishable offenses she listed for Me. 

At last, the rear wheels touched the tarmac. It felt good to be in California once again, especially in the Bay Area. Judging from the murmurs of the passengers around Me, many others felt the same way. The teenage girl sitting next to Me finally opened her eyes, glanced out the window, and gave a loud sigh of relief. 

"Congratulations," I said softly to her, patting her sweat-covered hand as its iron grip on the armrest she and I shared finally began to loosen. "You just completed your first flight." She simply nodded and gave Me a weak smile. 

Rookie. I wonder if John Madden would react the same way if he ever flies again. 

I almost made a comment about how she just survived her first flight, only to be swallowed up by an earthquake in a few hours, but ultimately decided that she had been through enough anguish these past two hours. 

Once off the plane, it took a moment to recognize the part of the terminal I was in and get My bearings. Seeing a small flower cart across the way, I made My way over to the young woman selling primarily roses. Never had I arrived and presented my slave with a rose before, so this would be a nice touch. 

The agreement was that she would meet Me at the Terminal 2 baggage claim area, near where the passengers emerged into the public area of the terminal. So, I purposely made My way to Terminal 1 instead, ultimately stepping outside into the summer afternoon sunshine and relishing the cool ocean-scented breeze that I missed so desperately living in the Arizona desert. It was mid-afternoon, yet the temperature was cooler than it usually is when I leave to go to work at 6AM. 

Taking My time and knowing that My slave's anticipation would be growing exponentially, I strolled along the sidewalk toward Terminal 2. A police officer noticed Me and the rose I carried and gave Me a smile and a wink. That was odd, as I did not remember having ever met him before, but I acknowledged him with a nod and continued on My way. 

Entering Terminal 2, I stood amongst the ticket counters, drinking in the activity and the general noise around Me. I have always loved airports, especially the AirMall in Pittsburgh before 9/11, but for some reason, I particularly felt at "home" standing here. 

Perhaps because I was back in the Bay Area, with the love of My life (unbeknownst to her) just a few hundred yards away. 

After readjusting the strap of My lone carry-on, I made my way through the crowd, amazed that still there were so many people using the ticket counters and not the automated check-in kiosks. Passing the snaking line for the Security Checkpoint, I emerged into the baggage claim area itself, and saw her. 

she stood amongst the other passengers from My flight at once of the baggage claim carousels, her back to Me. I noted her the strap of her favorite purse/bag crossed her body, the same way I wore My carry-on. As I approached her from behind, she seemed to be lost in thought. 

There was no one standing immediately next to her, which was good, as neither of U/us really want the O/our Master-slave relationship to be public knowledge. So I walked silently up behind her, leaned close, and whispered into her right ear:

"Have you been a good slave in My absence?" 

In one fluid motion, she spun and hugged Me fiercely - effectively, just another typical reunion scene played out repeatedly at airports around the world every day. 

Once I finally extricated myself from her grasp and handed her the rose, W/we shared a brief kiss before making O/our way to the AirBART station. Fortunately, the shuttle was already waiting, and W/we found a quiet, secluded spot at the back of the bus. Once seated, she reached into her purse/bag and handed Me a small journal book with a gold inlay of the Golden Gate Bridge on the otherwise-black cover. 

"What is this?" I asked. 

"my list of punishable offenses, Master," she replied quietly, her eyes noticeably downcast. 

"There are so many offenses that you needed an entire book to list them?" I queried, an accusatory edge to My voice. 

"No, Sir," she replied, leaning against My shoulder and gently stroking My thigh. "i simply wanted to present them to You in a nice manner, instead of handing You a crumpled sheet of paper." 

"Very thoughtful, princess," I praised her, placing a kiss at the crown of her head. "Thank you." 

she held Me tightly in her grasp, and it was clear she had truly missed Me these past few months. With one arm around the young beauty, I simply held her close, My nose buried in her hair to inhale her sweet girly scent. 

Eventually, the shuttle bus began to move, and My sweet beautiful girlfriend released her hold on Me. I then opened the journal book. 

The title page stated simply, "Punishable Offenses," in her elegant handwriting. Beneath the title, she had taped a small photo of a bullwhip, apparently taken from a catalogue or fetish magazine. "Nice touch," I noted with a smile, squeezing her thigh briefly before turning the page. 

Each following page was dedicated to a separate day, beginning with the day following My previous visit several months earlier. The date was beautifully written at the top of a page, with that day's punishable offenses listed underneath. These were mostly mundane things - overslept, stayed up too late watching TV, spent too long with PlayStation2 games, ate out too often in a given week - but also a few more serious offenses - drank too much at Colleen's (a friend's) birthday party, went to class without having fully read the assigned chapters, disobeyed one of My orders. 

This last one really caught My eye, especially since there was no elaboration given on that page. I simply pointed to it and quietly asked which order she had refused to obey. "Your order to sleep on the floor for a week, Sir," she nearly whispered. 

The rest of the trip to the BART station was conducted in silence, although I kept a hand on her thigh as she leaned her head against My shoulder. Once off the AirBART, we chatted happily the rest of the way to her apartment. 

Once inside her apartment with the door closed, I dropped my carry-on, grabbed the young slave by the shoulders, spun her and backed her somewhat roughly against one wall of the entry corridor, and kissed her fiercely as I groped her roughly. From her initial squeal, this was quite a surprise to her, but she quickly responded in kind; sometime during the frenzy, she dropped the rose, as I suddenly felt both her hands upon Me. 

To a random observer, she and I must have looked like W/we were devouring each other, and it indeed felt that way to some extent. As O/our hands roughly groped, each of U/us emitted grunts and squeals and moans as O/our teeth clashed and O/our tongues battled. Even if W/we were to have suddenly been blasted with a fire hose, the powerful torrent of cold water would not have been able to dilute the intense heat building in the corridor. 

Just as quickly as the intense interaction had begun, it ended as I suddenly walked away, both of U/us breathless. Certainly, My young beautiful slave must have been confused at My suddenly leaving her, but she did not complain or question My action. Instead, as I sat on the sofa out of her view, it sounded as if she slid down the wall to sit on the floor and recuperate. 

Several minutes passed, and My erection subsided as My breathing and heart rate returned to normal. No longer did I feel so warm, but it was clear that the windows needed to be opened. So I stood and opened the windows in the room to let in a cool ocean-scented breeze, noting as I returned toward the sofa that my disheveled slave was crawling toward Me in a sultry manner, wearing regular everyday clothing yet still reminding Me of the girl in Billy Idol's "Cradle of Love" video, her favorite purse/bag discarded behind her near by carry-on and the seemingly-forgotten rose. 

I sat again on the sofa, and she crawled up on the furniture with Me, laying across My lap, her denim-clad rear high in the air. Silently, I caressed her ass, feeling her relax at My touch. But then I suddenly used My free hand to grab a fistful of her long hair and pull back, causing her head to raise involuntarily and a hiss of minor pain to escape her clenched teeth. 

"Why are you laying across My lap, naughty slave?" I challenged. 

"Because i deserve punishment, Master," she replied. 

"True enough," I noted, swatting her ass once, hard, feeling her jump slightly. "However, have you ever been permitted to dictate a punishment?" 

"No, Master," she replied quietly, a tone of remorse in her voice. 

"Exactly." I released her hair, certainly to her relief as I continued to caress her lower cheeks. "I definitely enjoy having you in this position, and I certainly am admiring the view, but stand and strip anyhow." 

"Yes, Sir." Slowly, she stood, obviously reluctant to move from the prone position, and moved to the center of the room. Turning to Me, she closed her eyes and began to caress herself, taking pleasure in touching herself as I watched. 

I could feel My erection growing as she cupped her breasts, and I wished those hands were Mine. On the other hand, I would be here for a long four-day weekend - longer than usual - so there would be plenty of time for My hands to caress and fondle her sexy form. As I watched, her hands gradually moved down her body, eventually grabbing the base of her powder-blue flowery t-shirt and lifting the garment slowly, deliberately, revealing a lacy black front-hook bra which instantly attracted My eyes and practically caused My mouth to water in anticipation. 

As the t-shirt cleared her head, she opened her eyes and smiled at Me, clearly aware of the effect she was having upon Me. she approached Me again, knelt on the sofa with her knees on either side of My thighs, and draped her t-shirt across My shoulders while thrusting her wonderful cleavage toward My face. Reaching up, I took a breast in each hand, squeezing gently, enjoying the expression on her face as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted in a silent sigh. 

Then I suddenly squeezed each breast fiercely, her expression turning from pleasure to pain. "I told you to stand and strip, not come and seduce Me." I finally released her twin protrusions and leaned back in the sofa again. 

"Sorry, Sir," she replied quietly and almost sheepishly. "i guess i've just been too naughty in Your absence and need to be punished." 

"you will indeed be punished, wayward slave," I admonished with a slight smile. "Now, you have just thirty seconds to remove the rest of those hindering clothes." 

That was the end of the seductive strip-tease. she quickly, deftly removed her bra, then the sandals and jeans and her favorite black thong. she stood in the center of the room in a parade-rest position, now wearing only the silver waist chain which was her constant reminder of her status in relation to Me. 

After a long moment simply drinking in her natural beauty, I stood and approached. "Kneel." she complied. 

"Remove My belt." As she worked, I added, "This will be the source of your coming punishment." she hesitated momentarily as that statement took hold in her mind, then continued her task. Once the belt was removed, she held it in both hands and offered it to Me, saying softly, "Please punish me, Master, so that i may be a better, more obedient slave for You." 

"I will, naughty girl," I assured her, "I will. But first, retrieve the punishment book and go to the bedroom. Crawl" 

"Yes, Master." Placing the belt in her small mouth, she crawled away from Me as I watched momentarily before going to the kitchen. I took My time, preparing two tall glasses of ice water, knowing one would be needed to help calm her following her coming punishment. 

Arriving in the bedroom, she already lay face-down on the bed, her arms and legs each pointed toward the nearest bedpost where cuffs and chains already awaited use. The belt lay across of sweet rear, with the punishment book resting at the small of her back. I set down the glasses of water, moved the punishment book from her back and placed it before her, and took the belt in My hand, doubling it. 

"you will read each infraction," I instructed, "and be punished for each. For a minor infraction, I will beat you twice. For a major infraction, you will be struck five times. I noticed one day last week with some fifteen or so punishable offenses; if they were all minor offenses, you will only be hit about thirty times. The punishment will continue until you use your safeword, but you will be punished for each offense before I return to Arizona. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Give Me a rough guess: How many times do you think I will need to beat your ass?" 

she thought, and thought, and thought. "Oh, no..." she suddenly gasped, burying her face in a pillow. 

"Then let the punishment begin." 



Punishable Offenses: Speeding



she screams again, her front extremely sore and her rear practically aflame. Face-down upon the heavy oak table lined with particularly coarse sandpaper, her tears fall unabated, trickling out from underneath the thick leather blindfold. As the heavy leather flogger descends upon her again and again and again, she involuntarily pulls at the chains connecting her wrist and ankle cuffs to the special bolts on the underside of the table, the rattling of the chains and her own personal need providing the only true "pleasure" of her punishment. 

"Good evening, Master." 

"Good evening, little one," He replied, leaning back in His chair as He adjusted the volume on the speakerphone. "Thanks for your call - I could use a break from writing this report anyhow." 

"Is the deal nearly finished, Master?" 

"We completed the deal early this morning," He replied, certain that she would be able to hear His smile of victory in His voice. "So long as the SEC grants its approval, the merger should be finalized in ten months or less." 

"Congratulations, Sir! i shall have to treat You to a nice dinner on the Wharf when You come to visit at Thanksgiving." 

"Actually, I was hoping that I could come to see you again in about two weeks," He responded. "By then, all the post-activity paperwork should be completed and approved, and the other major presentation I have been working on will have been completed. Will that fit with your class and research schedule if I were to come in two weeks?" 

"Certainly, Sir!!!" The glee in her voice was all too evident in her enthusiastic response. "Will You be flying into Oakland again, Sir?" 

"Most likely, yes. I should be able to come on a Friday morning, so W/we can maximize the time W/we have T/together." 

"i have a weekly lab meeting at 10AM, Sir," she replied, the disappointment evident in her voice. "i will not be very likely to get out of it, Sir." 

"That's fine," He replied, "I can arrive, say, mid-afternoon instead." His iBook's screensaver activated just then, presenting a slideshow featuring images of His loving slave in various states of dress, undress, and bondage. "How was your visit with your sister over the weekend?" 

"It was nice, Sir," she replied. "amanda is interested in meeting You, Master." 

He smiled, thinking of the pictures His slave had shown Him of her sister. Except for the slight differences in height and hair color, if they were to wear identical clothing, they would look like identical twins. 

"amanda's Mistress had asked me to join T/them in play Saturday night, but i informed Her of Your prohibition against my playing with anyone unless i had Your express permission first, Master. amanda was definitely a bit disappointed, but her Mistress understood completely, Sir." 

"What is her Mistress' name?" 

"Mistress Papillon, Master." 

"A beautiful name for someone with a very gentle, soft, quiet, calm personality," He mused aloud, recalling the years He had spent living in France and studying the language for several years before that. "Did you at least watch?" 

"Yes, Master, i definitely watched. It was very weird and somewhat difficult to watch my own sister in bondage, Sir, especially when she was ordered to crawl over to Mistress Papillon and lick Her to orgasm. But it was also a very special night, Sir, because at the end of the session, Mistress Papillon presented amanda with a collar." 

"amanda had finally earned her Mistress' collar?" He asked for clarification. 

"Yes, Sir, and i was so proud of my sister!!! we both cried tears of joy as we held each other. All night long and all day Sunday, Sir, amanda would absently finger the collar. Even Mistress Papillon seemed to glow for the rest of the weekend, Sir, whenever she saw my sister wearing Her collar." 

"Are you disappointed that you do not wear a collar for Me, little one?" 

"No, Sir, although i do sometimes wish You would have me wear a collar more often during O/our play. i am quite happy with the waist chain You have me wear instead, Sir, especially since i have a rather 'public' life at the university. my sister, on the other hand, lives in near-total seclusion with her Mistress, so there is not much chance that 'mundanes' will be shocked by her slavery, Sir." 

"That is why I chose for you to wear a waist chain, little one. I want you to be continually reminded as to your status, yet if anyone were to see the waist chain, they might simply think of it as something 'novel' and nothing more." 

"That is very true, Sir.," she responded. "For example, when i went swimming last week, as i was changing in the locker room after showering off the chlorine, a mid-teen girl commented on the waist chain. She said she had seen it when i was walking around the pool to the diving platform, and thought it was a nice touch to my all-black bikini." 

He laughed softly. "I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that conversation you had with her, little one. Were you wearing any pendants on the waist chain that day?" 

she thought for a moment. "i believe i had added the feather pendant, 

"Hmmm." He pictured His slave wearing the dreamcatcher earrings, His favorites. "What did amanda say about your waist chain?" 

"she liked the concept as well, Master, and even suggested to Mistress Papillon that if T/they go into public T/together, then perhaps she could wear a waist chain instead of a collar. Mistress Papillon simply said that She would consider it, Sir. But just so You know, Sir, at the airports, i would go to the restroom and remove the waist chain before going through the Security Checkpoint, and once through would go to the restroom again and put the waist chain back on." 

"That is perfectly fine, little one," He praised for her thoughtfulness. "I know you do not wish to draw a lot of attention to your slavery to Me, and I suppose that quite a few questions might have been asked if the waist chain were to have activated the metal detectors." 

"The waist chain itself probably would not have been an issue, Master," she noted. "Some of the other things i was carrying, like the punishment book, however, would have at least earned me some very unusual looks from the screening staff, Sir." 

He laughed again, imagining how such a scene would unfold. Somewhere in this scenario, He was certain, a porn film could be made. 

"As for your punishment book," He finally said, changing the subject, as the screensaver showed a picture of His slave holding up a just-purchased blank book which would become her punishment book, "are there any particular entries I should know about prior to My visit?" 

"Actually, Sir..." her voice took on the tone of someone who does not want to admit to having done (or not done) something because she knows that she will be punished severely. 

"Yes?" He prompted, glancing across His home office to the line of floggers hanging along one wall. During her hesitation, He wondered which flogger would be most appropriate to use for varying levels of offenses. 

"The goodbyes took longer than expected, Master," she finally admitted, "so i was running late returning to the airport. So i was speeding." 

"I see. Were you aware of it at the time?" 

"Yes, but i was holding pace with most everyone around me, Master, so i simply didn't think much of it." 

"How fast were you going?" 

"At that time, about 75 in a 65 zone, Master." 

"'At that time?'" He queried. 

"i glanced down at my watch, saw just how late it was, and instinctively drove even faster, Sir. And perhaps two minutes later, i heard a siren behind me." 

He sighed, the disappointment quite evident in his voice. "How fast were you going?" 

"The officer only said it was over 90, Master. But since it was my first-ever encounter with the police for any matter, he was nice and only wrote the ticket for 75, Master. It will still cost me nearly $100, Sir." 

"I see," He noted, a plan forming in His mind. "So, I assume that I am to provide you with the funds to pay for your indiscretion?" 

"i can afford it myself, Master, but thank You for the offer." 

"So, I suppose that I should prepare a severe punishment for you for breaking the law and endangering lives... especially your own." 

"Yes, Master," she said dejectedly. "Your slave definitely needs to be punished for this illegal act." 

Instantly, a plan came to mind. "Tomorrow, I will send you a box within a box. You may of course open the outer box, but the inner box is not to be opened until My arrival, is that understood, naughty girl?" 

"Yes, Sir, i understand." 

"Good. The inner box will contain everything needed for your punishment, which will occur as soon as W/we arrive at your apartment. It is definitely best to handle the punishment immediately so that W/we can truly enjoy the rest of the weekend T/together." 

"Yes, Sir. Thank You, Sir. And, Sir?" 

"Yes, naughty girl?" 

"Sir, please make this punishment one i will not forget. i deserve such a punishment, and - perhaps - i also need it." 

"Very well, naughty girl," He replied. "I definitely appreciate your honesty with Me, and especially with yourself." 

"Yes, Master." 

The punishment continues, the distinctive sound of the tails splitting the air practically drowned out by her intense howling. With each strike across her tender lower cheeks, her body struggles vigorously in its fight-or-flight instinct, causing the sandpaper to truly bite into her skin, especially torturing her breasts and her oversensitive nipples. 

Yet, despite the pain, she knows that whenever she slides into the driver's seat of a car ever again - whether a rental car or her own car - she will be mindful of this severe punishment. Her body will vividly remember the pain and the screams and the tears, and her mind will have more control over her right foot. 

How many kisses of the heavy leather flogger has she endured thus far? she had lost count after thirty-eight. Will she be struck seventy-five times? ninety times? more? It does not matter to her. 

What matters is that her Master loves her enough to punish her severely on these rare occasions when she deserves it. Just as importantly, she loves Him enough to feel perfectly comfortable in learning this extremely painful lesson. 



Punished



"Don't let your mouth write checks that your backside can't cover." 

That was always my step-father's advice, right before he took the business end of a wicked switch to my quivering bottom. Now, 35 years later, I still hadn't learned my lesson. But this time, my punishment was going to be infinitely worse.

After six months of living with you, there were still instances where I said the first thing to pop into my mind. And far too many times, it was completely disrespectful. That night, you had heard enough. "May I see you for a moment, dear?" 

Your voice was completely normal, but your grip on my arm was steel, and one look in your eyes told me that you were not in the mood for games. The kids paid no attention, and you propelled me into the bedroom. You had paid dearly to have it soundproofed, so once inside, there would be no chance of anyone overhearing. 

"Take your clothes off. NOW!" 

I had never seen you so angry, and stripped quickly, hoping that obedience would make you reconsider whatever you had planned. Silly me. 

"On the bed." 

I hopped up on the bed, and you quickly and effortlessly fastened my wrists to the headboard. Then you opened one of your nightstand drawers, and pulled out something I had never seen before. It appeared to be a black hood. 

For all your size, you are as agile as a cat, and you easily straddled me, stuffed ear plugs into my ears, and pulled the hood over my head. It was quite tight, and only had two holes for my nose, and one for my mouth. I was suddenly deprived of two of my most precious senses; sight and hearing.

Fear of the dark is the one irrational phobia I've never been able to conquer. Now I was tied securely to the bed, in the dark, and unable to hear, either. I had no idea where you were or what you were doing, and I felt nothing at all for a few minutes. Then I felt hands on my breasts, and realized that you were binding them. 

Almost immediately, they began to ache, and then you pulled and pinched my nipples until you were able to attach the clamps. You adjusted them so tightly that I cried out, and begged for mercy, something I hadn't intended to do. I have no idea if you answered, but the next sensation was intense pain, as you attached the clamps to the bolts in the ceiling, and pulled them so tight that arching my back was the only way to make the sensation even bearable. 

I lay there for another indeterminate amount of time, trying to raise myself up enough to ease my stretched nipples. Without warning, my right ankle was grabbed and pulled towards my right shoulder. You tied my ankle to the headboard, and then quickly repeated the process with my left ankle. I was now blind, deaf, immobilized, spread-eagled, and my nipples were on fire. And my punishment had just begun...

Once again, I was left alone. At least I think. I began to test my bonds, and was dismayed to find that I could barely move, and was already intensely uncomfortable. Thankfully, my nipples had begun to lose feeling, but struggling made the sharp sting awaken, so I tried to be still. 

Did I lie there for ten minutes? An hour? I have no idea, and was cursing myself for not being able to control my tongue when I felt the first lash from your leather flogger. My ankles were tied so tightly to the headboard that my ass was in the air, and wide open for you. 

My upper back was flat on the bed, and was the only part of me spared. My cheeks and thighs were tortured, but that was the least of my worries. You whipped my breasts, my belly, my arms, and that was terrible enough. But you paid special attention to the area that you had opened wide. 

The flogger fell again and again between my legs, my pussy being punished almost as severely as my asshole. I screamed, cried, and begged for mercy, but could barely even hear myself, much less any comment you might have made. Every effort I made to dodge the blows only increased the pain in my nipples, and you whipped them quite soundly, too. The hood was completely soaked with my tears before I realized that the lashes had stopped.

I held completely still, but it seemed as if every part of my body throbbed. My brain knew that you had laid down the flogger, but my nerve endings still felt it. I had no idea where you were, but I was suddenly painfully aware of my wide open pussy and asshole. I had never felt more vulnerable in my life. 

The relief I felt when you began to lick my pussy was like nothing I have ever felt, and I nearly wept again. Your mouth was gentle at first, and your tongue was warm on my clitoris, which began to respond immediately. I had just begun to relax, and try to move against you, when I felt the shock of a white-hot sensation pushing against my asshole. 

Almost immediately, I realized that it was not heat, but cold. At the same time that your hot mouth began to suck my inner lips, you were inserting ice into my asshole. Later you would tell me that it was a popsicle, but the combination of hot and cold was the most incredible feeling in the world. 

I could have climaxed in a matter of minutes, but it was not to be. This was punishment, and you made sure to leave me hanging at the precipice, unable to reach orgasm.

Now tears of frustration added to the dampness of the hood, and I was afraid to even try to imagine what your next plan was for me. I was shocked when you released my nipples from the clamps, but the blood running back into them was like a thousand bee stings. I began to scream again, but your cock being shoved roughly into my mouth silenced me immediately. 

With no build-up at all, you began to fuck my mouth. You had released the clamps in order to be able to straddle my chest more easily, and I really had no choice but to take you. Every inch of you. You pushed all the way to the back of my throat, your balls resting on my chin. 

Just when I thought I would pass out, you would pull out and let me catch my breath, but as soon as I did, I was treated to your length again. And again and again... I was sure that you would cum in my mouth, and it was no more than I deserved. If you had whipped me soundly, denied me orgasm, and fucked my mouth, you would have been entirely justified. But as strict as you are with me, you love me.

You climbed off of my chest, knelt between my legs, and massaged my swollen clit gently. I felt the shock of cold lubricant on my asshole, and you began to rub it in, first one finger inside me, then two, gradually opening me up for your cock. You were patient with me, and I was more than ready when the swollen head pushed past my tight sphincter. 

You slid slowly in, inch by inch, until you were deep inside me. Your fingers never lost contact with my pussy, stroking and teasing my clitoris, and darting in and out of my pussy. You began to move in and out of me, gently at first, then building in speed and momentum. I was still barely able to move, but you skillfully guided me to one thundering orgasm after another, before you finally buried your load deep in my belly.

My fear of the dark all but forgotten, I was still in a daze when you released my ankles. I waited sleepily for you to release my wrists, and pull the hood off, but you did not. That's when I realized that my punishment was not quite over. There was still the matter of cleaning off your cock...



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Sir is amused. She can tell by how his eyes glitter as he looks her over. There's possibly a hint of a smile just where his lips turn up. 

Yes, he likes seeing what he's made her scribble in black sharpie against her pale tits: Sir's slut. 

Even now, when she knows to expect a punishment, her pussy can't stay dry. She's drenched, wetness running between her thighs.

His hand suddenly grabs her chin. 

"Are you a slut? A slut for me?"

"Yes." She doesn't mean to whisper; she knows he won't like it.

Fingers pinch her nipple hard. "Louder. And what's my name?"

"Yes, Sir," she corrects.

"Hmm." He steps away from her, regarding her from head to breasts to cunt to toe. 

He then loosens his tie and rolls up the starched sleeves of his dress shirt. He reaches for something on her dresser. With dread, she realizes it's her hairbrush. The one with the thin, sharp, pointy bristles.

"You displeased me today. For that, you get five spanks on your pussy. If you don't call them out as loudly as I want, I'll give you five more. And so on. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sir."

"Get on the bed and spread your legs."

Quickly she follows his instructions. She doesn't want to get any more punishments tonight; she hates disappointing him.

After she's settled, he strikes; she doesn't have time to prepare. Lightning fast her brush smacks down on her soaked tender flesh. It fucking stings and her thighs tighten as her ass lifts off the bed.

She counts as he punishes her. By the end she's hurting yet impossibly wetter than before. Thankfully she has received her punishment as ordered. The brush is set down.

"Get on your knees." The order is crisp. Dry. And so fucking hot.

Onto her knees she scurries. He removes his shirt slowly. His pants slip down. That delicious cock springs out when he pushes off his boxers. 

And then he's directly in front of her. "Now for your second punishment this evening..."

She blinks and he lets the smile that's been hiding break out across his face. 

"Did you really think I'd let you get away with cumming when I explicitly told you not to? Did you honestly think five pussy slaps with your crap brush would suffice? Tsk, tsk. I might just have to punish you for that, too." His hand fists his cock. "Your second punishment is to watch me jack off over you. You can't touch it and you can't taste it to get me off. You don't get that honor tonight. You also can't talk to me, or make any noise. You're just there for me to cum on, and maybe for me to play with for my own fucking pleasure. And I'm going to cum all over your face and you can't lick it up or take it off."

He begins right away. The sound of his hand running up and down his slick cock is enough to make her mouth water. She wants to moan but she knows she can't. Yes, this is most definitely a punishment.

Sometimes he lets the wet head graze her lips. Other times it glides across her cheek. His intense eyes drift from hers down to her lips, to his cock smearing his precum all over her face, to her nipples that are hard and begging for her- even if she can't say the words.

He take his time. He makes her see everything she could be doing- lovingly twirling fingers across the head, cupping those yummy balls, twisting his palm on every downstroke. 

And then he's panting harder. His sweat is dripping from his body down to hers.

"You're a cumslut, aren't you? My little cumslut."

She says nothing, but she swears she could cum from the words and his stare alone. She desperately hopes she doesn't.

"I shouldn't even let you feel my cum. I should waste it so you could see I'd rather give away your gift to the floor than to you. But I'm feeling greedy tonight and I want to see you covered in it."

His grunting picks up. He can't form any words. She watches, knowing from experience that he's about to blow his load all over her face.

There's a frozen moment and then everything speeds up in a whoosh. His cum sprays out, the first spurt on her cheek. The next few over her eyelids, her mouth, the other cheek. He lets the rest of it dribble out down her chin.

All the while she has to fight every desire she has inside of her to scream out. She really is a slut, but at least she's his.

When he catches his breath, he walks back to his clothes. Methodically and silently he puts them back on. After he's completely collected himself, he looks back at her.

"I want you to keep my cum on you for an hour. Then you may shower. I'll be back by then. I expect you to have your leash on. I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees. Don't disappoint me."

She watches him leave through cum-soaked eyelashes.

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A while later she is wearing her leash and in the position he told her to be. She hears the door open and close, the sound of his zipper once again opening, the rustle of his clothes hitting the floor.

She expects him to touch her in some way. Instead she's greeted by the ferocious thrust of his cock into her pussy. No preliminaries, no foreplay (not that she needs any). He's thick and hard and hitting all the right places. 

She stares unseeingly at the sheets as he fucks her hard and rough. Each pushing glide moves her further up the bed, makes her tits move up and down. After a few punishing thrusts, she feels him grab the leash and pull back so that her head lifts up. 

"What a whore you are, laying here like this, waiting to be fucked."

His hand touches her thigh. Slowly, tortuously, it dances its way up to her pussy. She's relieved when he runs his fingers across her wet lips. One finger catches across her clit and she gasps.

"Mmmhmmm. Feel good?"

"Yeah," she moans.

"Maybe I'll let you cum. Convince me with your hips that I should; fuck back at me with that slutty pussy."

She moves frantically against him just as his own hips speed up. He slaps her ass whenever he feels like it. The forceful spanking gets to her as it always does. The sensation is intense and unbelievable. Just like that she's convinced she'll orgasm soon. 

"Please, please. Please. I need to cum. Please, Sir."

"I'm not convinced yet." He now very intentionally rubs her clit with his fingers as he pounds into her. He decides to add her nipples into the mix. His free hand twists and tugs and pulls at them until she's a jumbled mess.

"Please? Please?" She begs him over and over again, especially when he slows the pace just enough so that he can really fuck her good. Each thrust is rough and deep.

Her cunt tightens. She feels like an orgasm will blast through her at any second. Her pleas get the most desperate yet. Perhaps he takes pity on her, or perhaps he wants to feel her fluttering and spueezing around him, but he finally gives her permission after one last stinging spank on her ass.

"Cum," he orders.

She's lost in a tremendous orgasm that shakes every part of her body. Her pussy clamps down on him and her cum trickles out around his cock. Somewhere in her dazzling bliss she hears him scream "fuck". He bucks wildly against her for a few moments. Then he cums, fucking her through it. Each thrust is fast and uttered with a curse. Any escaping cum is brought back to its rightful place by his emptying cock.

And just like the little whore she is, she cums again.

When he slips outside of her and is able to speak coherently again, he falls down beside her still-kneeling body.

Her throbbing, juicy pussy and the pleasure still coursing through her veins brings a bright smile to her face. He tilts his head and smiles back.

For a moment, she's so proud that she's made him happy. And then he speaks.

"Did I give you permission to cum twice?"

Fuck. 



Punished



Alcohol, Sweat, and cum that's all I could smell when I woke up. My head was pounding and hurt like I got hit by a ton of bricks and then ran into a brick house. I slowly sat up taking in my surroundings. I was in what looked like a Master Bedroom in a comfy king sized bed. The walls were painted green and blue and there were posters of girls all over them. I looked past the giant TV hanging on the wall in front of the bed and saw a plain white closed door. I could hear water running so I assumed that the door opened up to the bathroom. 

It wasn't a bad sized room, it looked welcoming and cozy. I looked over at the clock on the bed side table and sighed. It was only 6:04am and I didn't have to be in class until 11. I saw a glass of water and picked it up gulping it down. When I set it back down on the table it hit me. How am I going to class if I don't even know where I am? I don't even have any clothes with me! So I knew I wasn't with a friend or someone else.

I started to panic and when I basically threw myself out of the bed I fell back to the floor groaning. My head hurt so badly and my ankles and legs hurt as well. I slowly stood up and noticed my 4 inch heels and my black mini skirt on the floor near a man's polo shirt and belt. I picked up my skirt noticing then that my underwear, bra, and shirt were missing so I grabbed the polo shirt and slipped it on with my skirt. As I passed the floor to wall mirror in the corner I stopped and admired my reflection. 

Even though the shirt was not really my color I still looked hot. Standing at 5'4 and only 125lbs with full perky 36D breasts, long slender waxed legs, and a nice ass to top it off I wasn't considered ugly. I heard the bathroom door open and Jonathan walked out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to me and kissed my cheek. 

"So how was your night out?"

I blinked like ten times before I answered, "What?"

He looked at me and tilted his head to the side.

"Shy did you really go to Liz's place to study last night?

I gave a weak smile and nodded.

"So then why did you come home without any panties, cum on your shirt and face, and reeking of booze?" He took a step closer to me with each word. I licked my lips and sighed.

"I...I went to a frat party instead."

He pushed me into the wall and placed my hands above my head. Nipping at my neck as one of his hands unzipped my skirt.

"You're telling me that my slut my property lied to me just to go get fucked by some college drunks?"

I nodded and then shrieked when he slapped my cheek and stepped away from me.

"Strip and kneel in front of the bed. I'll be back in one hour."

I did as he said and stayed kneeling for what felt like more than an hour. I felt his hands on my back running his nails down my back. He pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed climbing on top of me.

"Don't get to exited whore I'm not fucking you...yet."

He reached into the bag he had placed on the floor and pulled out a piece of red silk and tied my hands to the bed frame. I then pulled out some cookies n cream ice cream and whipped cream. My eyes widened and I licked my lips. He chuckled and pulled the top off the ice cream. He stuck his finger in and licked it off moaning at the taste. I opened my mouth to get some but he shook his head.

"Nope bad girls don't get treats."

I sighed and watched as he ate the ice cream. Finally he moved off of me and accidently dropped ice cream on my stomach. I gasped at the coldness of it and he bent down to lick it off. I moaned as I felt his tongue. He stood up and scooped up some more ice cream and spread it on my tits and neck. He started licking it of but left my nipples alone. He went for the whip cream and put a little on each nipple. 

After he was satisfied he bent down and licked it off making me moan. I guess he took pity on me and traced a path down my stomach towards my soaking wett center. He moaned as the taste hit is tongue. I bucked my hips waiting for the orgasm to come but it never did. He pulled away and sat down on my chest his zipper open and his hard dick out. He nudged me and I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I sucked and sucked as he became the moaning mass that I usually was. I knew he wasn't going to let me cum tonight but I still had my fun especially when he rewarded me with that sweet cum.



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I come home and hear my fiancé in the shower. After a long day at work, I decide to join him and then take a nap. Stripping down to nothing, I walk in the bathroom and step in the shower. I'm completely caught off guard when his hands encircle my wrists and slam them against the shower wall. Looking up, I see his piercing blue eyes staring at me accusingly. I stand perfectly still, pinned up against the wall. He then takes each of my wrists and puts them in the Velcro shower cuffs we had bought. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" I say. 

He stared at me for a second, then slaps me across the face. I gasp out, wanting to scream but knowing better. He grabs my chin and brings his face close to mine. 

"First of all, you will address me as Master or Sir. Secondly, you have been such a bad slut lately I'm surprised you have to ask what you've done."

As he speaks, my stomach drops. He must have found the vibrator out of place. 

"Are you bored with me, slut?" 

"No, of course not Master!" I stammer, not meeting his eye. He sighs loudly and walks out of the shower, turning off the water and leaving me bound to the wall. I stand there for over an hour. I know he wants me to think about my decisions. When he comes back for me, I am shivering and cold. He uncuffs me and grabs me by my hair. He drags me down the hall and throws me onto the bed with rage in his eyes.

He bends me over his knee. I see him pull out a riding crop and my heart starts to pound. 

"No, please Master, I'm sorry, please don't spank me!" I cry out, making feeble attempts to squirm away. 

My head is yanked back by my hair and I am slapped hard three times. I still myself and my hands curl into fists in anticipation. 

"Spread your legs, slut," he commands, "or I'll have to spread them for you."

As I spread my legs, he reminds me of the rules. 

"You will count every one you are given, thank your Master, and ask for another. Do you understand?"

Before I was even done nodding my head, his hand slaps my right cheek hard, making me cry out in pain. Again and again he slaps my right cheek, until the skin is cracked and bruised. Once we reach twenty, he switches. The process is repeated. Then he reaches over and picks up an object from the floor. My head is yanked back as he roughly shoved a blindfold on my eyes. He then flips me onto my back and secures each of my ankles to the corners of the bed. He warns that if I try to cover myself with my hands, he will punish me. Then I hear the whirring of the crop, and suddenly my cunt is on fire. I scream out and tears instantly well up in my eyes. I earn another slap in the face for not thanking him. He whips my pussy twenty times. I am a crying mess under him. 

I hear my master shuffling around. Suddenly I feel his legs straddle my chest. My mouth is forced open and his hard cock is shoved in. I force my jaw to become slack so I can take in as much of his cock as possible. He fucks my face until I am choking on his cock. My pussy is dripping wet, and I slowly start to rub my clit. I close my eyes as my master continues to pound his cock into my mouth. 

"What do you think you're doing?" My master asks, and I freeze. I didn't even realize I wouldn't be allowed to touch myself. His right hand drags me by my hair to my knees and holds me there. He rips off my blindfold. 

"I want you to see your punishment coming." 

A ball gag is placed in my mouth and he positions himself under me. He slowly begins to eat my pussy, his tongue slowly lapping at nowhere in particular, then finding my clit. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and nibbling and sucking on my clit for what seems like hours. Every time I get close to cumming, he removes his face from my pussy and tells me that I am a bad girl and I don't deserve to cum. "You know you don't deserve to cum, don't you, slut? You already screwed yourself with the vibrator without your Master's permission. Why should I give you any pleasure?"

I stay silent, waiting. The ball gag is removed and the blindfold goes back on. I am bent over so that my face is being held into the bed by his hand and my ass is high in the air. After spanking my sore ass some more, he leans into me and whispers, "If you make a sound, I will not give you my cock" and slides his cock into my ass. I grit my teeth and squirm, earning me a swat on the ass. He then begins violently thrusting into me, making me gasp out. He ignores my sounds and tears into my ass, focused on fucking me into submission. I feel his cock begin to twitch, and then the hand that had held my face into the bed rips my head up and flips me over. He cums all over my tits and face, smirking at me as I desperately try to lick some off of me. 

"Good girl," he whispers, and kisses me on the cheek. 

He binds me to the bed once more and leaves me there, still craving his cock. I suspect I won't be given it for a few days.



Punished



First of a two part story I think. Thanks to s_m for all of the help with this story. It wouldn't be what it is without her help.

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He had arrived home late Friday night after a 7-day business trip that had not gone as well as He had hoped it might. A missed connection in Atlanta had made Him arrive three hours later then planned after waiting for the next available flight.

By the time He got home, He was in no mood to talk about the trip and certainly did not have enough energy to play with her. The disappointment on her face was painfully evident as T/they drove home together. All He could do was tell her tomorrow would have to be soon enough. 

He also let her know that although she might be longing for Him, He had allowed her to climax almost daily when talking to her on the phone, whereas He had been saving Himself for this night and was even more upset with the travel snafus then she was. This had the effect of making her apologize for being so impatient and telling Him she would make sure tomorrow was a good day for Him.

When they got home, He went right to bed and fell into a deep sleep while she unpacked His things. Once everything had been put away she climbed into bed with Him and snuggled herself against His back. Feeling the deep breaths He took as He slept, she drifted off to sleep holding Him as she set her mental alarm clock to awaken before Him.

Waking several hours later she opened her eyes to see He was still sound asleep. He had shifted during the night and was now lying on His back with the covers half way off His body. The sheets stopped at His mid-section, hiding what she wanted to see most from her view.

Slowly getting out from underneath the covers she crawled down next to His mid-section and sat back on her calves. As she began pulling the sheets down slowly so as not to awaken Him she heard herself give out a small whimper when she saw His soft member there between His legs. The thing she had been lusting for since He left last week. 

Knowing what an awful trip it had been for Him she felt determined to make Him feel incredible this morning. And she knew just what to do to start His day off right.

Climbing over His thigh she positioned herself between His legs. Reaching her hand out she began to slowly pull on Him. Watching as the effects of her slow stroking began to make Him harden. Hearing Him moan slightly in His sleep and wondering what He was thinking of while she did this. Was He thinking of her or some other lover He had known in the past?

As His shaft began to come to it's full hardness she leaned down and began gently licking around the tip of it, letting her tongue swirl in slow circles as she savored His unique taste. Pondering as she did whether He would stay asleep thru the whole act? She then realized she would not be able to keep up this slow pace for long with Him as the desire to give Him release would overtake her soon.

But for now she was content to just stroke Him slowly with one hand while the other gently massaged the base of His balls. Her tongue continued to slowly lick around the tip, feeling the wetness of her mouth begin to transfer to the tip as she thought of it entering her later that day. That thought sending a shiver down her spine.

After working around the tip for several minutes she began to let her lips trail down the side of Him. She felt His veins standing out from the taut skin, almost sensing the blood pulsing thru with each beat of His heart. Working her lips down to His base and chuckling to herself at the image she must be making playing His "skin flute" - although a harmonica might be a better instrument to compare it to.

Sensing He was beginning to come awake now she quickly lifted her mouth up to the top again and plunged her mouth down on His cock...taking it in her mouth all the way to the base as she felt Him rise partly up off of the bed. Then looking up to see Him propped on His elbows with a large grin on His face as He watched her there with His cock buried in her mouth.

Seeing Him nodding His head slightly she began to rise up and down on Him as she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. Working her mouth quickly now knowing that was what He wanted her to do. Sure the combination of her hand and mouth would bring Him to a climax quickly and set the mood for the rest of the day. The thought of pleasing Him after He had been away so long thrilled her to the core.

As she continued pumping her head up and down on Him and working her hand around His shaft, she began to sense Him lifting His thighs up from the bed. Knowing this was signaling His approaching climax, she increased her pace in anticipation of the reward she was about to receive.

Sucking hard on Him now she began to feel the tightening of His leg muscles that signaled His approaching climax. she felt the locks of her hair falling around her face as she was sliding Him into her mouth quickly now. she wondered if the tickling sensation of her hair on His thighs had made Him begin to stir, or if He had been awake the whole time and was just now beginning to watch her?

He thought He must have been dreaming when He first felt her beginning to slowly stroke His cock. When He had sat up and seen her going down on Him He had realized it was not just a dream. Watching her brought a smile to His lips and made Him forget the previous day as she eagerly slid her head up and down on His manhood. Knowing that her entire world was focused on that one act to please Him right now was giving Him that indescribable feeling that added so much to the moment. The thought pushing Him over the edge. He reached down with His hands to hold the back of her head as He began to climax.

When He began to cum she was surprised at the volume of sperm He was shooting into her. Hearing Him growl with pleasure and feeling His hands suddenly on the back of her head pushing her down onto Him nearly made her climax herself. But she was struggling to swallow all of Him and realized that the forced abstinence had made Him build up a bigger load then He had ever given her before.

As He continued His spasms... shooting down her throat she tried to take it all in as quickly as she could. Just when she thought He had spent Himself and began to pull her head off of Him He let out one last deep moan and shot a little more into her. It surprised her, and some of it dribbled out of her mouth and down the side of her chin.

Surprised by this last bit, she had not been able to swallow it down quickly enough. But knowing how much He hated it when she did not swallow it all she hesitated to look up at Him. Knowing she had disappointed Him made her tremble inside as she thought about the punishment He might give her. Usually He did something that she enjoyed almost as much as she feared, but this particular infraction had never occurred before. With all that had happened to Him yesterday she was worried about the mood He might be in today

Finally looking up, she sees Him looking at her with a frown on His face followed by a grin that grows slowly and eventually stretches from ear to ear. Looking at the frown on His face she knew she had disappointed Him. It had been a risk to begin giving Him a blow job while He was asleep after what He had been thru the day before, but she had been sure she would be able to get His day off to a good start with this performance.

Sitting there waiting for Him to do something was making her nervous. Not knowing if He was truly upset or just playing with her was making her uncomfortable, she struggled to stay still on the bed...knowing that any movement now would have to come from Him first.

He slowly sat up from the bed and placed His hands behind her neck, bringing her face close to His. He gazed into her eyes as His fingers pressed into her neck muscles. His touch on her skin making her moan in anticipation of the punishment to come. Leaning His head next to her ear he whispered to her softly.

"So close My love."

His words made her shiver and tremble as He let go of her neck and got up from the bed. Turning around to look down at her with a grin on His face He gave her a single word command.

"Down!"

Immediately she fell to her face with her arms stretched out in front of her. Bringing her knees up under her torso to leave her rear raised in the air. Spreading her legs wide to give Him easy access to anything He wanted. Then silently waiting for Him to continue.

As He walked around her He reflected on how long He had trained her to perform this act on Him exactly as He desired it. After several sessions and a lot of instruction she had discovered what to do to give Him incredible feelings of joy and lust when she went down on Him. One of the biggest parts had been her ability to swallow every drop of Him without leaving a mess. He had been clear that this was a mandatory part for her and she would be punished if she ever let anything spill out. This was the first time that had ever happened and He knew she had no idea what to expect from Him now. 

Walking around the bed He began to pull up the restraints that were usually tucked under the mattress. Beginning at the head of the bed with a long strap that went across near her arms. Two cuffs coming off the middle of the strap kept her arms together after He placed them around her wrists. A piece of silk tied around her elbows kept her from spreading her arms open.

He smiled to Himself as He watched her tremble with each item that was placed around her skin. Knowing she was completely unable, and more importantly, unwilling to resist Him just from the power in His voice. Thinking to Himself about the things He was about to do to her for displeasing Him.....

End of Part I

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Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Part 2 may be a while in getting posted as I am getting busy with life but it will get on here eventually.

And if you think this kind of thing is wrong then why the hell do you read it?



Punished



Saturday July 10, 2005 about 2 in the morning

Well now i've done it. i've been VERY bad and M is angry. It is Very hard to type this because i have to kneel in front my computer. my bracelets are locked to my collar with short chains. i guess they're only maybe 9 inches. my entire body is so SORE from a whipping! Two of the welts are bleeding! One on the back of my left thigh and one on my ribcage/right tit. She whipped me everywhere.

M promised that She'd never cut me, so She actually apologized, but She also told me that i deserved the lashes, so it was really my doing and did not count. i DO have only myself to blame. She's right of course. 

i get in more trouble because of chatting on line! Here's what happened...

A wonderful German Mistress found my profile at yahoo and was questioning me by instant message. She's DREAMY!!! So strict! So demanding! i could not help myself and got all turned-on, told Her everything about M and me too. Including that i had gotten in the habit of masturbating every afternoon when i bathe and shave my pussy.

When i confessed i had been masturbating without permission, She made me feel so ashamed! She reminded me that i did not have the right and i was placing my slut desires above my Mistress's orders! i felt terrible! She questioned if i even loved and obeyed M at all! i almost cried at that! So She ordered me to confess to M immediately.

In my opinion M had known, but had ignored my disobedience. M is too good to me and i know it. Now She had no choice. She HAD to punish me now.

She ordered me to the basement. i always cringe when She does. We love hard in the bedroom. We play hard in our little homemade dungeon (also in the basement, but sexy and wild). But when She orders me to the unfinished part of the basement, there's only one thing She has in mind.

She chained my wrists as they still are now and also clipped a leash to my collar. She tossed the leash over the crude rafters, pulled it tight, and locked it. She took some old rope and ran it through the rings on my anklets, pulling my legs wide apart and tied the ropes to bare pipes along the walls. As She pulled my legs apart, my collar dug into my neck! i was being slightly choked and my collar was the only thing keeping me from falling over! i was terrified!

She whipped me terribly! i had not been gagged on purpose i guess. With each lash, She told me that i was a disobedient slave, a bad girl, a selfish slut, a miserable whore, a filthy cunt, an evil pervert, and on and on. She said She though i stopped loving Her! She wondered if She should continue to love me!!! She even threatened to sell me on e-bay! Her loss of faith in me hurt as much as the viscous lashes, maybe more.

She demanded that i apologize with every lash too, and i DID! i was crying, and not just from the searing pain! i DO love You Mistress! i PROMISE i'll be good! PLEASE keep me! PLEASE don't sell me away! i recited our rules for Her. i told Her how fair and right the rules are. i begged Her forgiveness. Every time i screamed in pain, i could see a serious look on Her face... like... like... "justice" i can't explain it... never mind.

i have no idea how long this went on. Let me try to figure it out. It was about 4 in the afternoon when She came home. We went down to the basement after just a few minutes. i guess it was maybe 2 hours before She left me alone for a while. i think She might have made Herself dinner. i certainly didn't get anything. Then She continued. i guess it was maybe midnight that She untied my legs and unlocked the leash. So... 8 hours minus Her half hour break. 7 1/2 hours maybe?

Eventually, She said She'd give me another chance. i MUST obey our rules ALWAYS, NO cheating! i knelt at Her feet and kissed them, thanking Her over and over. She told me i was NOT welcome in Her bed tonight. She did not care what i did, but do NOT get in bed with ME! She went to bed and here i am. i finally stopped crying and fumbled as i made a sandwich. i DID make my self rum & coke... strong... 3 i think... 4?

i can not and WILL not try to rub up against anything to get off even though the thought crossed my mind. The pain is still unbelievable and, unfortunatly for me, it turns me on. Usually an orgasm changes the "tone" of pain to something sweet and wild. But tonight i have only pain. i WILL be a good slave. i WILL obey. Heaven help me if She was even a little serious about selling me! i shudder to think how i could end up!

Maybe later i'll try to curl up on the family room rug on my side and get a little sleep. i can't sleep now. my sides don't have too many welts... well maybe my left side. Since She's right handed, most of my welts are on my right side. But She's good with that fucking single tail and can whip both ways... and up and down. And She also whipped my whole front and some of Her lashes to my boobs curled around. Gawd they ALL sting! i looked at myself in the basement bathroom mirror. i look like someone's been playing a sloppy game of tic-tac-toe ALL over my body. There are red lines, well purple now, criss-crossing every which way everywhere.

i guess the rum is relaxnig me finally. So tired. i'm going to try to find a way to get some sleep.

Sunday July 11, 2005 about 10 at night

Fuck i'm horny!!!!!!!!!!!! We ALWAYS play on Sunday, but i'm STILL being punished!!!!!

No "O" for poor me! Wrists still chained to my neck!! i had to make breakfast, lunch and dinner with these fucking chains on!! At least i'm in a good position to service M like this... and i'm certain that is Her plan anyway.

i just finished putting Her to bed, but i can't sleep... i'm SO HORNY!!!!!! i gave Her good head! i serviced Her as nicely as i could! She got off VERY well. But me? Noooooooo! While i ate Her, She just doodled around my DRIPPING cunt with a finger lightly!!! GAWD!! i WANT!! i was quivering!! When She was finished with my services, She just rolled over and told me to turn off the light! All i can think about is my stupid fucking pussy! That and my arms, wrists, shoulders, and neck ache from being like this... what? 30 hours now?

The smell of Her on my face is driving me crazy!! i think i'll try to wash my face or something. i guess i'll go to bed. She didn't say i couldn't get in bed, so i guess i can. my welts still throb, but none are bleeding. She'd probably whip me again if i bled on the sheets. i'm going to bed.

Monday July 12, 2005 about 5 in the afternoon

Mistress is so good to me. I love Her. I will gladly obey Her every wish.

i was going crazy from being chained and not allowed to cum from Saturday afternoon through ALL of Sunday!!! Monday morning my sweet, loving M unlocked me. Oh the relief!

She did remind me that i could not masturbate myself, but then She did the sweetest thing. She told me to take a shower and also shave my itchy pussy (hadn't done either since Friday afternoon) and She'd make Her own breakfast! When i came downstairs She handed me my rubber panties with the built in dildos and told me to slip them on.

i lubed them with my own (rather abundant) juices and had no trouble slipping those huge dildos in me, even the anal one slipped right in... felt GRRREAT! She helped smooth the rubber and made sure they fit snugly. i watched with pride as Her nostrils flared and Her breathing turned heavy. i love that little ol' me turns Her on! Oooooh! Her hands on my crotch and ass felt devine!!!!

She then gave me my leather short-shorts to wear over the panties and brought out the cool-looking chrome chain She'd used before as a belt. It goes through the belt loops, is locked in the back, and She pulls it up HARD through my crotch, and is locked in the front too. She stood back smiling, looking at me for several seconds.

She told me to not to eat or drink today and carefully directed me not to use my hands to feel myself up. We had a long passionate goodbye kiss and She left for work.

She is too good to me! i can get off in those panties just rolling my hips as i walk and She knows it. GAWD! those dildos are huge inside!!! i got even wetter immediately and i didn't think that was possible. It's all gooshie inside the rubber!

She phoned me at about 2. When She comes home She will let me out of these and we can make LOVE tonight!!! i'm so excited! i'm having a wonderful day! Housework is a breeze! i take little breaks to grind my crotch into things... but no hands... i promised! The washing machine was lovely!!!! The cats are running around like crazy 'cause i'm getting off about every hour and making all sorts of noises i guess. I even slipped on a loose dress and went to the supermarket. i think it covered all my whip marks OK. Beaming a huge smile at everyone, i think i livened-up everyone's day. My collar, bracelets, and anklets sometimes always get a few stares, but i just smile back! See? i AM a good girl!

i am SO looking forward to tonight. i WILL be good to Her. 

Thursday July 14, 2005 9:45 AM

This is horrible! Everything is all fucked up! i'm in deep deep shit now! M is angry with me and it's worse and i would not have thought that was possible.

When She came home yesterday everything was wonderful. i was so happy to see Her. She accepted Her glass of wine that i always offer on that pretty antique silver tray, gave me a big smile. She took the tray from my hands, grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to Her. Her passionate kiss was dreamy! She stroked my crotch and squeezed the dildos into me... marvelous! Even before dinner, She took me upstairs and removed the chain from my shorts and let me take them and the panties off. She had me stand in the shower and She washed me Herself with the detachable nozzle. She played the spray right on my clit! It was fantastic! i did not cum, but it was so nice of Her.

When we went back downstairs, She asked me if i'd been a good girl, what had i been doing. So, i told Her about my day. The trip to the market, my chores, how many orgasms i had... She stood suddenly and slapped me. i may never forget what She said next.

"you stupid whore! I ORDERED you not to cum! I specically ORDERED you to wait for Me to come home. I wanted you to be hot for ME! I was going to give you a very special loving. you cheating worthless cunt!" She yelled. Her face was turning red. She REALLY was angry.

my mouth fell open. That's NOT what i thought Her orders were AND She must know that i CAN'T stop my self from getting off in those panties! She MUST know that! i'd have to stay almost perfectly still. i'd have to... i don't know... pinch myself or something to keep from cumming. Then it dawned on me. That's what She expected me to do. i must have misunderstood. i certainly could NOT say that She gave bad orders! No way!

i dropped to my knees and grovelled at Her feet sobbing. "Mistress please! i misunderstood! i would NEVER disobey, NEVER! i'm just a dumb slut. Please Mistress, i was wrong, but i would NEVER disobey You!"

She slapped me again and said, "Shut up cunt. Not another word out of you. Come with me." She hooked Her finger through the ring in my collar and led me downstairs. i was terrified, we were going to the basement again.

This time She gagged me. my most severe head harness was strapped on as tight as She could make it. She padlocked my bracelets directly to each other behind my back and attached a short chain at the lock too. Turning my collar around so the ring was in the back, She pulled the chain up high and hard... too high... and locked it to my collar. The weight of my own arms was choking me. my arms were forced up farther that ever before! my hands were pulled up so high i could touch my collar with my fingers. This HURT! The collar was choking me and my arms were twisted up like crazy! She left for maybe an hour, locking the door behind Her.

When She returned, She did things that i did not understand. She locked my anklets directly together too, attached a long chain that She also locked to pipes on opposite walls, and strapped a two foot spreader bar to both of my legs above my knees. It was very hard to stand, I could maybe jiggle around in a tiny area with 1 inch steps if i had to. That was it. i wasn't going anywhere, and i had no idea what She was doing.

She turned Her back on me and went to the old workbench. This is where She kept Her old leathercraft supplies. i just stood there as She started to make something... i had no idea what. Even in my painful bondage, i watched with facination.

She opened drawers above the bench. She dug around in boxes under the bench. i watched Her examine several nice pieces of leather; thick, shiny, latigo belts about 3 inches wide. She selected a bag of chrome rivets. She laid out Her riviteing tools, various punches, 8 more padlocks, and a staple gun like they use to install installation in houses.

She brought a belt to me and wrapped it around my waist. "Suck your ugly gut IN!" She ordered. i did, and She snugged the belt around me and made some marks on the leather with an old bit of soap.

Back at Her bench, She quickly and neatly sliced the belt to some legnth She wanted, looped it back on itself, and laid it on a block of wood so that 3 inches overlapped at the ends. She punched 4 holes cleanly and expertly in that 3 inch square where they overlapped.

She picked up 4 padlocks, walked back to me, and wrapped the belt around me again. This time after She pulled it tight She inserted a padlock in each hole, not locking them, but letting them hang loose. i saw that She made a belt for me that would lock on VERY securely. 

She left it on me and went back to Her bench for another belt and Her bit of soap. When She came back to me, this time She measured a belt up my crotch from the belt in the back to the front, making little marks as She went. She removed the belt from my waist & took both back to Her bench.

At Her bench again, She neatly sliced the second belt to the legnth She wanted. She laid one end of the new piece on the first belt in the middle of the back and riveted the two pieces together like a "T." Pretty design She made actually with nine strong rivets in the 3 inch square where they overlapped.

She looped the belts so that the unriveted ends met in the front in a 3 inch square again and laid them on Her block of wood again. She punched 4 new holes in the new piece that aligned with the other holes perfectly.

She brought the belts and 4 padlocks back to me again. This time She wrapped the belt around my waist, slid in the locks, and pulled the other belt up my crotch. She still did not lock it, but i could certainly see where this was going. i'm having a custom made chastity belt fit for me right now and it fit perectly and very tight.

But She was not half finished! She measured a belt for each of my thighs that would join the crotch piece. She took my belt off and went back to the bench yet again. 

She riveted a 9 inch long piece at 90 degrees across the crotch piece for a place to rivet the thigh straps. Then She punched 2 holes in each of the thigh straps. They also could be locked just below my crotch. This was getting complicated! But i could see that when the thigh belts were finished, i would not be able to open my legs hardly at all. my thighs would be 3 inches apart, locked to my crotch strap and that was that.

She tried it on me again, still not locking it. She slid the 4 locks in at my waist connecting my waist and crotch belts. She undid the spreader bar that held my knees apart so She could try the thigh straps. They fit perfectly and She slid 2 locks in each of them, still not locking them.

"Squirm for me you filthy cunt," She commanded, "Do a little dance or something." i twisted side to side. i tried to squat (i couldn't). i bent at the waist. She seemed satisfied and took everything off of me, but She put the spreader bar back between my knees. i was puzzled by that.

But She STILL wasn't finished! She looked at me very coldly and said, "Watch what I'm making special for you slave. I just thought this up. See if you can figure out what it is."

i watched Her take a scrap of the belt about 6 or 7 inches long. She did not measure anything. i guess it did not matter. She laid it on a scrap piece of styrofoam packing material and picked up Her staple gun. She started stapling into the leather. She just stapled and stapled and stapled. She had to refill the staple gun. She must have put 50 staples through that scrap of leather into the styrofoam. She stopped. She pulled the leather scrap away from the foam. She had made a piece of leather that had 100 very sharp metal points sticking up. She dangled it in front of my eyes. "See, you selfish bitch whore? This is for you!" She said.

She picked up my new chastity belt and laid that horrible new piece on the crotch strap. i swallowed hard in my gag as i watched Her rivet that thing to the crotch strap. The points were up. The back of the staples were against the inside of the crotch strap, so they wouldn't just push out. i thought "OH MY GOD! She can't lock THAT on me!! Please NO!!!"

She examined Her work. She ran Her thumb over the points. She pressed down. She put Her thumb in Her mouth to suck Her own blood off Her thumb. She looked at me, glaring. FUCK! She is still angry! i squirmed. i could not move. my ankles only had the movement allowed by a padlock, just an inch or 2. my knees were spread. i could NOT close my crotch at all. i wailed in my gag! i begged for mercy! i pleaded!

She brought the belt to me and pulled it tight around my waist, slipping in the locks. She PULLED the crotch piece up into me. OH GOD NO!!! It's cutting into me!! NO!! please please please! NO! She locked the crotch piece to the waist belt this time, all 4 padlocks. As She clicked each lock and snugged the belt dozens of tiny steel points dug into my most tender parts, and i could feel each one!

She removed my spreader bar and my knees could close. NO!! NO! It digs in MORE!! "Please no Mistress!" i tried to say through my gag. She pulled and locked each thigh strap with the 2 padlocks on each one. 

"Well, there you are you stupid cunt! you unfaithful bitch! you cheating whore! I hope you like your pretty new gift. you will wear this and this only this until I say otherwise. Good night!" She slapped my tits HARD, turned away, turned off the lights, closed and locked the door, and went upstairs.

i could not look down to see because of my collar, and it was almost totally dark in here anyway, but i was sure i felt blood trickling down my legs already. i cried. i sobbed. i wailed. i could not move hardly at all. i was choking myself. my cunt hurt like hell. How long did i have to stand here like this? Oh God please not all night!

That was yesterday. i did stand there all night long and all day today. No food. No water. No rest of any kind. Could not sit or lay down or even kneel. i have no idea what would have happened if i fell over or something. Just a tiny sliver of dim light at the bottom of the locked door lit my world. Any movement dug the points in. But they felt like they were slowly pressing themselves into me anyway even if i tried to stay perfectly still. But i could not stand still. i quivered in pain, i sobbed and cried in despair. i trembled with cramps in my arms. my collar choked me and that cruel gag made it hard to breathe. Everything hurt me more. i felt blood trickle down my legs and cried.

Eventually i heard foosteps on the basement stairs. She opened the door and the light blinded me. M just stood there, hands on Her hips, watching me tremble and moan. God help me, i begged and begged through my gag. She ignored me, but walked behind me and unlocked my anklets. She relocked them with a short chain between them this time, less than a foot i think.

She also unlocked the chain at my collar to my bracelets. i screamed as my ams dropped behind me. it felt so good, but still hurt so much. She unlocked my bracelets too and finally i could move my arms freely. But only for a few seconds! She turned my collar so that the ring was in the front again and grabbed my wrists again! She chained each of my bracelets to my collar with 2 short chains, each maybe just over a foot long. i whimpered like a wounded puppy. God! What's next? When will this horror end? i could look down now. There were small puddles of my dried blood on the floor in the small circle where i had stood.




Punished



"Make me some dinner you worthless fuck!" She commanded. i just stood there crying. She slapped me. "Move! Now!" She commanded. Slowly slowly walking towards the stairs, the points dug and scraped and clawed at me with every little step. i counted 23 steps to the stairs. The pain was horrible. The stairs terrified me. i have to lift a foot to climb each stair, twisting and pulling the crotch strap with the thigh straps. There are 13 steps to get out of our basement. She stood behind me, whipping my ass with Her crop whenever i paused.

i did make dinner. A pork roast with gravy, little packaged dumplings, and saurkraut... just for Her. i left a trail of drops of blood all over the kitchen floor. Every step, every movement dug and tore at my pussy. i was weak. i had not eaten since Monday. i only had a few sips of water Tuesday. i prayed i had not lost too much blood. i served dinner, refilled Her Chablais. i passed out in a heap on the floor.

When i regained consciousness, i was still on the floor but my belt and gag were gone. It was dark now, like 9 o'clock. The chain was gone from between my anklets but my wrists were still chained to my neck. M was walking back toward me with a bunch of stuff in Her hands; towels, panties, tampex pads, and a bottle of something. She barked a single word order, "Spread!" and i opened my legs. GAWD! hundreds of wounds stretched and opened. i just whimpered, didn't even beg. i was deep in a dark despair, resigned to my horrible fate. i turned my head away and closed my eyes. i did not want to even look at Her. 

The bottle was hydrogen peroxide. i screamed as She swabbed my cunt and ass. That certainly opened my eyes again. The towel was red with my blood. She kept swabbing and it STUNG, but as She turned the towel to fresh areas, it became pinker and less red. i guess the bleeding was stopping. She laid a tampex pad on me and slid a pair of panties up my legs.

"Get yourself something to eat. Drink something cunt," She ordered and just walked away. i drank almost a whole quart of orange juice first. Grabbed a banana because that was what i saw next and it was quick. i leaned over the table and finished Her dinner that She had left there. i did not want to try to sit. i cried as i ate. Life sucks. Where is this going? What's going to happen to me? i wondered where and if i could sleep, but for the first time ever, i did NOT want to go to Marie's bedroom.

i was exhausted. Had not slept in 36 hours. i made it to the family room and fell asleep instantly on the couch. When i woke, it was after 6 AM. The hazy morning light began to brighten. M had already left for work. This was also a first and very sad.

So here i sit. Typing my thoughts in my diary as i always do. i feel dead. Does Marie still love me? Do i still love Her? There are a few little spots of blood on my panties, but i don't care. i guess i should try to mop the kitchen floor. What am i saying? i don't care. i don't care. i don't care.

Oh Gawd! i DO miss Her!! What happened? We've got to fix this. It's ALL wrong! i Do love Her. i will do ANYTHING to make this right again!



Punished



I had just returned from college and was so broke it hurt. I hadn't a penny left from my allowance, but that was so tiny. I was always the poorest girl in my class - my parents did as much as they could, but simply didn't have enough to keep themselves, let alone subsidise me.

My mum went back to work just to help me. She couldn't get a job in her speciality so worked evenings serving at tables in a rather cheap and nasty restaurant, getting her bum groped by strange men. So I really shouldn't complain. There aren't many mums who would put up with that, so that they could educate their only daughter. 

I was the only girl in a family of six; all my siblings were boys, well, men to more accurate. I was the youngest. Mum always said I was a second honeymoon mistake. But she loved me so much, and my dad thought the sun actually shone from my backside. He wanted a girl so much that he called me his princess.

To get to the story I want to tell you about; I was invited by one of the girls I was friends with at college, to her eighteenth birthday. She was the best looking and wealthiest girl in the whole year. I so wanted to go but didn't have anything to wear to such a posh party that I knew she would have.

I couldn't ask my mum to pay for pretty party clothes out of the paltry wage she earned, besides she wanted that to stop now I had graduated. The only alternative was to find a job, and quickly. I had less than a month to find the cash to buy something nice enough for the party.

We lived in the country. It was an hour's bus ride into town. Sitting on the bus I was so sure I could get any job I wanted. I was full of confidence, but by four that afternoon I wasn't so sure. My feet hurt, and so did my head from trying so hard just to get an interview. The real world had found me, and found me short of what it took to get a job.

Of the interviews I got, some said I was too qualified, others said I had no experience. I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. My feet ached from walking round the town, trying every business and even shops - anywhere I thought I might find a job. I sat in a little café drinking a coffee. I would have liked something to eat but didn't want to squander the last of my money on food, because it looked like I was going to have to pay the bus fare again tomorrow.

After three days of constant knock-backs I was desperate, and very broke. I sat at home that evening with mum and dad. Mum mentioned that she was handing in her notice on Friday and it suddenly struck me that her job would be open, so I asked her to get her manager to take me on, in her place.

Both of my parents were shocked that I would set my sights so low and protested that, as I had a good education, I shouldn't waste my time in a sleazy café. I explained that I had tried for three days to find something suitable, but nothing was on offer. Eventually they persuaded me to at least give it till the weekend to find a 'proper job', as they called it. Dad lent me the bus fares to go into town to try harder to get a decent job. I tried the agencies next, putting my name down for several different jobs that I thought my qualifications might get me. The last agency was a sleazy back street affair, a little office on the third floor of a run down building.

There was no receptionist, just this rather disreputable-looking man about ten years my senior. He sat me on a low chair facing him and his eyes seldom met mine. His line of sight was lower, ogling my bust and my legs, obviously trying to get a peep up my rather short skirt.

After filling in his silly forms, and being aware of him leering down my top as he stood above me, he read through them, asking several questions. 

"You haven't mentioned modelling," he remarked.

I replied that I hadn't any experience of modelling. 

He smiled and said, "You don't have any experience at anything else either".

He was so right. I was just a country girl with a few college grades and nothing to show for it. But modelling was something I hadn't even considered. I was just desperate enough to listen to his suggestion of work. I should have known better but the money he offered was off the scale, several times better that anything I had tried unsuccessfully to get.

He told me to turn up the following day at ten, when he would tell me what was on offer. During the long journey home I thought about his offer and, ignoring the warning sounds clanging in my head, decided to go back the following day. I could always turn him down.

I arrived sharp at ten the next day, scared out of my wits. I knew it wasn't as legitimate as he made it sound. £uk100.00 a day called for more than just modelling clothes but he was very upbeat and keen to get me to sign a contract. I scribbled my name on the form without reading it properly.

He took me in his big flash car to a club on the outskirts of town. The club looked very posh and even had doormen in uniform standing either side of the front entrance. He went to the reception and asked for Rupert, the manager. We were asked to wait in the lounge.

Rupert came in, smelling of a very female perfume, not manly at all. He kissed me on both cheeks like I was some film star and said, "Come this way my dear." Taking my hand, he led me to the lifts. As we rose through the building he told me that he would put me in the hands of his senior girl. She was delightful, he added. We arrived at Bernadette's room and, after introducing me to her, he said, "I will see you later." 

She took me into a room all girly and festooned with lace and so pretty. She smiled at my look of wonder. She said, "You are new to this aren't you dear." 

I said, "Yes, this is my first job. I need the money so badly."

Bernadette took me into a changing room and selected some clothes for me to model, but this wasn't the sort of modelling I had in mind. The outfit consisted of nothing more than a few scraps of lace held together with pink ribbons. She asked me my size. I told her I was size 10, but she said, "Not your dress size dear, your bust."

"32D," I answered, without thinking. 

"Yes," she said, "You look about the right size for this," bringing out an ever tinier underwear set, nothing but lace and see-through at that. She told me to try it on and, as I stripped off my clothes, she watched closely, until I pulled my panties down showing my luxuriant bush of blond pubic hair. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed, "That will have to go." 

Sitting me down on a stool, she took a safety razor and some foam and shaved my pussy as smooth as a baby. The feel of the razor, and her hands as she held my skin taught for the blade, was both frightening and exciting. She didn't have any inhibitions about where she put her fingers, touching my little bud several times.

Despite my fear, I could feel myself getting wet. She commented on it, saying, "You will soon get used to being touched there my dear," and gave my clit a hard rub with the tips of her fingers. "Rupert will love to see that," she exclaimed.

To try to tell you what was going through my mind is impossible. I was so frightened and so excited but, most of all, just plain turned on. She had the most wonderful hands, and seemed to know just where to touch me to make me want to cum. In fact I was very close several times before she finished.

Dressed in that outrageous outfit I felt like a tart, the sort of girl that performs in the sleazier cabaret shows, but she didn't give me the chance to back down. I guess she was aware of my nerves and wanted me to stay. 

She said, "You look fantastic. I will get Rupert to come to see you now. It's his decision whether you get the job. Try to smile and be entertaining, and don't worry about Rupert. He's not interested in girls, he's gay." 

Picking up the phone, she said, "Amber is ready for you now Rupert." Replacing the receiver, she told me, "There is one more thing you need." She brought out a pair of strappy sandals with heels so high they looked dangerous. They were at least five inches high.

I tottered around the room feeling so silly and so exposed as the door opened and Rupert entered. 

"Oh! You look divine," was his first comment. He sat on the chaise longue, telling me to walk this way and then sit, stand, turn and bend. My bum was so exposed. Thank goodness Bernadette had told me he was gay, but that didn't stop him touching the gusset of my tiny pants and saying, "Oh good, you are turned on wearing this sexy set."

To be completely honest I was turned on. Not in a way I had ever experienced before - this was so scary and strange but still my pussy was contracting and my tummy turning over like the first serious date I had in college. But this wasn't two young people finding out about the opposite sex. This was almost a clinical feeling, like going to the doctor. 

I could feel the heat in both my cheeks, and in my groin. It was so surreal and I loved it. He asked me if I wanted the job. I said, "Yes," not even knowing what the job was. All I could think of was the aching in my pussy.

"Ok," he answered, "You can start this evening. Have you got transport?"

I told him I had come on the bus and that was the only way home. He smiled and said to Bernadette, "Do you have a spare room for Amber?" 

"No," she replied, "But she can share with Julie for now. Perhaps Julie can take her under her wing and teach her the ropes."

"Whatever," he said, abruptly, and walked out.

"You are very lucky," Bernadette said. "There aren't many girls who have no experience that get a job here. You must have appealed to him. But don't worry, you are in good hands. Julie will make sure you know what to do."

I asked if I could phone my parents to tell them I wouldn't be home this evening. She just pointed to the telephone and told me I could use that one or the phone in my room.

Julie was great. She had been at the club for nearly a year, and told me everything I needed to know. We were hostesses not hookers, as she put it. No-one had sex without the girls' express permission, and then it was outside working hours. But we had to wait at tables and generally be nice to the punters, especially when the gaming tables were in full swing.

The dress code was something like I had just worn for Rupert's inspection. Julie said "You soon get used to wearing them. It's nothing more that you might wear on the beach," she claimed. 

Well, I had never worn anything so revealing in my entire life. Julie told me to get some sleep because we were in for a long night, not finishing till early hours of the morning.

I was about to say I hadn't got anything to wear to go to bed. When she slipped off her robe she was naked underneath it, and climbed into the double bed. What could I do? I knew I couldn't sleep, but I suppose the only thing I could do was try. Stripping off my clothes again I got into the bed with Julie. Her skin felt so soft and warm. I wanted to cuddle up to her, but was far too shy and frightened to do that.

I laid on my back thinking about what had happened to me in so short a time. What had I let myself in for? This was only just better than a brothel, but I needed that money, and short of having sex for cash I would do about anything. I resolved to stick at it for just a week or so and then get out quick.

Despite my not being tired and the state of high excitement, I did drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew was someone touching me. Not just an innocent touch, no, this was a very real fondle. One hand was stroking my tit and the other hand was on my belly stroking and massaging my flesh.

I gave an involuntary groan, still worked up by the strange and wonderful morning, being shaved and touched by Bernadette and now Julie. I'm not going to claim total innocence here; of course I had messed around with other girls in college, giving each other mutual climaxes. But this was different, she thought I was asleep.

Pretending to not have woken up I lay as still as I could. Her fingers found my clitty, rolling it round until I could pretend no longer. I lifted my bum off the bed to both encourage and help her get the right spot. I needed this more that I realised. Perhaps I should have got it off in the bathroom, before getting into bed, but it's easy to be wise after the event.

Her fingers gripping my nipple made me come, as she stroked and massaged my pussy. Her hand on my newly bare skin was so sensational and she was so good. She seemed to know just how and where to touch me. She drove me over the top several times before she laid back and said, "Your turn now Amber, I need some relief as well."

I reached down to her pussy. It was wet and ready for some serious play. I ran my finger round and into her opening just like I did it to myself. She groaned and said, "Yes Amber, that's the spot, keep doing that please." Remembering a girl I shared with in college who, as she called it, loved eating pussy, I wondered if Julie would like that as much as I did.

Pushing the sheet back I positioned myself between her legs, bending down so my face was in her pussy. She cried out as my tongue flicked her clit, her hands wrapping round my head, pulling me tight to her. As I lapped at her she squirted a little juice into my mouth. It tasted strong and bitter but I couldn't have pulled away if I had wanted to. She was holding me tight.

Julie climaxed but still held me tight to her cunt, clamping my head with a vice-like grip until she had subsided enough to let me go. I was gasping for breath, but so pleased that I had made her come.

We showered and she showed me how to keep my pussy smooth with her epilator. It wasn't as much fun as Bernadette's razor, but perhaps that wouldn't be as good the second time. She told me how to handle the clients and what to do if they got too amorous. But, she said, they expected to grope us girls and that was what we got paid for.

It was almost eight o' clock. Time to go down to do my new job! I was shaking with fear and trepidation. Could I go through with this? Julie held my hand as we went down in the lift. She assured me it would be alright. I felt so exposed in this skimpy outfit - nothing more than a tiny half cup bra. My nipples were sticking over the top, still inflamed from our sex session and the thong that covered only the very minimum. Even that was transparent. 

Julie led me into the bar. It was full of men, not a single lady in sight. I asked her where the wives were. 

She grinned and said, "Men don't bring their wives to this place. Why should they, there were plenty of girls to go around."

She introduced me to the rest of the girls; about twenty of them all dressed similar to me. Well, undressed like me would be a better description. They seemed happy and to be enjoying the prospect of the evening. Or was it just the money? Before long I had a tray of drinks and instructions to take it to table forty four; there were five men sitting at this table and I got groped by all of them by the time I had put the glasses down in front of each of them. The whole evening went in a similar way, getting felt by almost every man in the place.

My little panties were so wet I could feel the moisture between my legs. Several men commented on the fact I was enjoying it, some shouting: "This one's so hot she's leaking out of her knickers." That made me blush so much. My nipples were sticking out like organ stops, I wanted to run and hide, but it was gone midnight and I had almost earned £uk100.00. That would buy me any dress I wanted, I wouldn't give up now.

Julie was right. By the time the gaming tables were in full use, the men had drunk enough to lose what little restraint they had earlier. One pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger right into me, then held it under his cohort's noses to smell, saying, "She smells so sweet and sexy, I could eat that for supper." 

I had taken a few drops of Dutch courage myself, and my inhibitions were slipping as well. I just laughed with the dirty old men.

At last it was over, the men going home to their wives or girlfriends pretending to have spent a night with their mates drinking and playing cards. I was knackered, being on my feet all night in those bloody shoes. My legs ached as if I had run a marathon.

The biggest surprise was when Rupert walked up to us girls and gave us £uk100.00 in cash. No tax or insurance. He winked at me and said, "You seemed to enjoy your first night, but be careful with the gin, you mustn't drink too much or you might get into trouble."

We climbed into bed so tired we just went to sleep. I woke next day remembering to call my folks, telling them I was staying with friends for the rest of the week. Mum thought it was a great idea save me the time and cost of the bus each day. If only she knew how much it had cost to stay away!

The next few nights went the same way. It got easier every day; Julie was great giving me loads of attention and keeping me on the boil most of the afternoons, with her special girly love. She liked making me come but wasn't so keen on getting any in return, so we drifted into a routine where she played with my body for hours. I just laid there luxuriating in her attention.

Saturday night was the big event. Julie told me we would be packed out; some people had booked weeks in advance because it was impossible to get in on the night. We worked so hard and got so much stick from the men's fingers in both holes. My nipples were sore from the constant groping and gripping.

But I had £uk400.00 saved already, I didn't want to stay in this job for long as it wasn't what I worked so hard at school and college for. It was fun and it helped me to earn some easy money, but it was not a career I wanted.

About halfway through the evening I had to serve a table that I hadn't been to before. As I approached it I saw him sitting there. Oh my god! It was my mum's brother, my uncle Geoff. I pretended not to see him, but he spotted me and said, "Hi Amber. I didn't know you worked here. It's a bit of a waste of your education isn't it?" 

I whispered in his ear that it was only temporary, and not to say anything to my parents. He winked and told me give him a call tomorrow. 

You need to know a little about my uncle Geoff. He was always around when I was growing up and he was a pest. Growing up in a big family with mostly boys and men you get used to being tormented and, yes, touched. Not so much in a sexy way but lots of slaps on my butt as I walked past. Most were nothing more than affectionate love pats, but Uncle Geoff always made sure his fingers curled round under my fast developing bum to feel my pussy, keeping his hand there much longer than anyone else. I couldn't say anything. He was my mum's favourite brother and she wouldn't have believed me if I had told her he was groping me, so I grinned and bore it like a good little girl. But to be honest, I hated him for his invasion of my body. He was the only one who took such advantage of me. I dare not call him as he might tell my parents where I was working. It would have broken my mother's heart as she was a very strict church-going lady.

I told Julie about him that night. She said I shouldn't have taken the job in my home town, it was silly. All the other girls came from away, she would have warned me if she had realised, in fact she was surprised Rupert had hired me living so close to the club, he normally only allowed girls from other towns to work here.

She told me to talk to Bernadette next morning and then decide what to do about my Uncle Geoff. I didn't sleep much thinking about the strife I had got myself into, but then I actually enjoyed what I was doing. It wasn't so bad and the money was fantastic because added to the wage, paid by Rupert, we got loads of tips from the punters - hundreds of pounds most nights.




Punished



A talk with Bernadette next morning settled my problem. She told me my agent had told her that I came from another town, and it was strict policy not to employ local girls for the very reason I had found out. Relatives might recognise them and cause trouble. She called Rupert, who confirmed her story and told me I could no longer work at the club. He was very sorry to see me go and would give me a good reference if I wanted to find work in another town.

He gave me a bonus to carry me over, as he put it, and a slap on my bum as he walked out. I talked to Bernadette about my problem with Uncle Geoff. She advised me to go to a solicitor and take out an injunction against him, letting him know I would tell all about him if he spoke to my parents.

But I knew I wouldn't do that. The risk was far too high. I phoned him from my room, thinking it was best to get this out of the way before going back to my family. He suggested he come and pick me up in his new car, so we could have a little talk. I stupidly agreed.

His car was as flash as him. It was all chrome and sparkly bits but nothing much else. All top show, my father would have called it. He took me to his bachelor pad in town and said, "You have been a very naughty girl and must be punished!"

I didn't know what to say. I just stood there looking at the carpet, wondering how far this was going to go. What did he mean by punishment? 

He soon answered that and said, "Come and lay across my knee. You need a good spanking .... Or would you rather I talk to my sister? I'm sure she would be proud of the girl she had put through college, working in a strip joint."

Walking across the room in a sort of daze, I knelt at his side and lowered myself across his knees. He pulled me roughly across his lap and slapped my backside so hard it made me scream. He told me to thank him for each slap but how I got the words out I will never know. The second one was just as hard, and then he pulled up my skirt baring my bum cheeks. I had only a thong on.

"Very nice," he said, and brought his hand down onto my bare flesh. This was even worse than through my skirt. It stung like hell, first one cheek then the other. How many times he slapped me I don't know, but my bum was on fire. I could feel a strange sensation creeping into my pussy, like a sort of mini climax starting to grow. Was I getting off on being slapped?

I could feel that wetness growing in my pussy. Oh god! I hope he didn't notice it but there was little chance of him missing anything. He was, after all, looking straight at my almost naked ass. I forgot to thank him as the feeling grew inside me. 

He stopped and said, "Why didn't you thank me, young lady. You realise I shall have to start again, don't you?" I felt my bum stinging with a very hard blow from his hand.

I thanked him and he continued to thrash me with his bare hand. He stopped again, and said, "What's that strange smell?" He probed around my pussy and held his fingers to his nose. He laughed and said, "You are getting horny on this aren't you Amber? You like me smacking your naked bum as much as I like spanking it for you!"

He pushed me off his lap and said, "Bend over the back of the sofa." I did as he told me because I was afraid that, if I didn't, he would tell my mother about my new job. He pulled my thong down to my knees and stuck his fingers up me, using his other hand to continue spanking me, as he fingered my pussy so roughly and so sexily.

I knew I couldn't stop the feelings he was creating deep inside my body. I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do about it. He probed so deep inside me that I just burst into a fantastic orgasm, the juice pouring over his hand as he continued to finger fuck me. Keeping me on the point of climax for ages, he stopped at last, telling me to tidy myself up. 

He said, "We are going out to lunch, and you will be a good girl all day or suffer the consequences." I went to pull my thong up but he said, "No, leave that off, you won't need that today!" 

Tucking it in my handbag, I hoped for the chance to slip it on when he wasn't around, perhaps going to the ladies where he couldn't follow. But he told to leave my bag as I wouldn't need that either. We got into his flash car and he took me to a posh restaurant on the outskirts of town. He was obviously known, because the head waiter immediately took him to a corner table, and said, "Your usual table, sir."

We sat facing the other tables. Most of them were full of couples looking like expense account romances. Many of the girls looked half the age of their companions, not so different to us. But I was Geoff's sister's child, and he had just spanked me and given me a climax. 

I felt his hand on my leg - not just above the knee but almost up to my pussy. He smiled and said, "Just enjoy it, little niece. You will learn to be a good girl or die trying."

His fingers were just entering me as the waiter came for our orders. He didn't stop, just kept fingering me as he ordered lunch. The waiter didn't give any sign he knew what was going on under the table cloth, but it was so embarrassing to be felt up by my uncle in public. This was why he wouldn't allow me to put my thong back on. He had intended to do this to me.

I think I told you earlier in the story that I come very quickly when my clitty is rubbed - especially in places where I shouldn't have been doing it. Like in the dorm at school and on the bus, in the back seat when I was the only one left on long journeys. I was a naughty girl. Perhaps I deserved this humiliation in public, to teach me the error of my ways.

But he was bringing to that point of no return. I whispered in his ear, "Please stop, you are making me come." 

He smiled and said, "Yes, I am aren't I?" The pressure got harder. I gritted my teeth to try to stop myself from climaxing but it only made it worse. I was going to have to let him bring me off, in this restaurant full of people. I almost exploded as it hit me like an express train. I bit my tongue to try to stop myself from screaming out loud. It sort of muffled it to a loud moan.

I could see people staring at me sitting there with my face screwed up in ecstasy, trying so hard not to let it show. But he didn't stop, he kept me on the very edge of my seat, fingering deeper as I wriggled my bum on the chair.

The waiter returned with our food, and this prevented him from continuing with his humiliation of his young niece. He just sat and ate his food without comment, as if nothing had happened. I couldn't eat. I was so frightened of what he had in mind for afters, but he paid for the dinner and said, "Come, we will go for a walk in the park."

I walked beside him to the pond in the centre of the big park. He touched my bum every now and then, just to make me aware of my nakedness under my short skirt. His fingers curled like they did when I was only a schoolgirl, touching my pussy, telling me how wet I was, proving how much I was enjoying this.

He stopped behind some small bushes and sat down, taking my hand, pulling me down beside him. He pushed my skirt up, baring my sex for all to see. There were only a few old men walking their dogs so it wasn't so bad. I hoped their eyesight was as poor as their walking. That would give me some degree of privacy.

But two of them walked past for the second time, both much closer, looking straight at me -- or, rather, straight at my bare pussy. I felt so exposed and vulnerable; this was hundreds of times worse than parading for Rupert in his dressing room.

As the dirty old men paraded past for the third time, uncle told me to sit with my legs open. "Show them your cute little pussy," he instructed. 

He didn't need to threaten me again, I knew if I didn't comply with his instructions I would be in serious trouble with my parents. This was bad, but nothing to the shame I would have to endure if he told my mum what I had been doing for the last few days.

The men came so close they could have touched me. I cringed at the smell of their filthy ragged clothes. They were most disreputable old men I had seen close up for a long time. I suppose they must have been tramps, or at least beggars. Uncle had his hand on my knee, making sure my legs were wide apart, giving those men the best view they might have ever had. I can't imagine many young girls as pretty and cute as I was, letting them perve at her private bits like this.

I was still sitting up at this point, but Uncle pushed me back so I was lying down. He lifted my skirt right up to my waist and said to the old men, "What do you think I should do with that?" touching my wet and throbbing pussy. 

The crude comments flew: "Stick your prick up it," one said. 

Another said, "Why don't you let me show you what to do with it?" 

Uncle laughed and said, "I might let you have sloppy second, but I'm going to be the first."

Was this horrible man going to fuck me in front of these filthy old men and perhaps let them take me as well? I sort of knew I was going to have to fuck Uncle Geoff because it was obvious what he wanted, and had wanted to do to me for a long time. All his touching was in preparation for this moment. He had found my weakness and was exploiting it to the fullest.

He rolled onto his back and told me to get his cock out. I fumbled with his belt and then the button on the top of his trousers. The zip slid down and his cock reared up like a bloody flag pole. God! It was big and so grotesque, all red and inflamed, nothing like the boys I had dated in college. Theirs were pink and quite cute, nothing like this huge thing.

He told me to ride him, pushing me up on top of him, and then guiding me down until his big hard cock was nudging at my entrance. He pushed his hips up, penetrating me so deeply. He said, "Well, get riding girl. This is your treat for being so bad." 

I rocked forwards, trying to hide my nakedness from these dirty old men, but he gripped my shoulders and held me back, forcing his cock even deeper. Did he know I would not be able to resist having a climax, despite the horrible situation he had put me in? He slapped my ass telling me to ride him like he was a horse; well he was hung like one, wasn't he?

Uncle Geoff then pushed the front of my top up, showing the men I had no bra on. He had made me leave that at his flat as well. They stared at my firm young tits as if they had never seen anything like them before. He said, "Why don't you grab her nipples; she likes that, don't you Amber?"

Two of them didn't need any second telling and grabbed a tit each, pulling my nipples so hard, griping them tight and rolling them between their fingers. I closed my eyes hoping I could shut out the sight and smell of these disgusting old men, but it didn't work. They were doing terrible things to me, but my body, so traitorous, was responding to them, getting nearer and nearer to my peak.

I really didn't want to be here with these men. I wanted to be home in the safety of my parents, but my body was actually enjoying this bizarre situation. If my mind had taken control I would have slapped them all and made a run for it. But my body was in charge, it was taking me to places I have never even considered before this moment.

As my climax got nearer I started to enjoy this outrageous sex, even the rough old men pulling at my poor little tits. Most of all though, that huge cock was probing the depths of my pussy, going deeper that anything had ever gone before. It was touching something deep inside me that I hadn't known existed, it was like a trigger, sending shock waves through my body.

Bringing my climax closer with every thrust, he drove up to meet me, filling me so full and even then I wanted more. Was this what I really needed, or was it just the fact I had no choice, as he was blackmailing me into this? I do know the answer to that question, but didn't learn it till much later with a different man, whom I loved and still do.

I crashed into the biggest orgasm of my young life, collapsing on top of his knees. But he roughly pulled me up to a sitting position again, telling me he hadn't come yet. I could stop when he told me to, not before. Oh god! I was so tired; three climaxes already today and so many at that club with Julie over the past few days. I needed to rest but his hand across my bum told me to find some energy from somewhere deep inside me. I felt like I was running a marathon and was forcing myself to finish.

I knew I should hate this and loathe Uncle Geoff for treating me this way, but my body was responding in a very different way. It was getting off seriously on this bizarre sex and my climax was not abating as he made me keep riding him, with sharp slaps every time I slowed down or faltered in my stroke.

At last he grunted like a pig and I felt my pussy flooded with his cum. Thank god I had gone on the pill at college, because he was pumping me so full. I could feel it oozing out round his huge cock, dribbling down between my legs. I had perverse pleasure in knowing it was running down his testicles as well. He was making a mess of himself.

That pleasure was short lived as well, because he pushed me off and said, "Now clean up the mess you have made." Thinking he wanted me to mop up his cum with a tissue I felt in my pocket for some. But he said, "No, use your tongue."

I turned to look at him spread-eagled on the ground, his arms and legs making a cross. If only he was nailed to it! He told me to kneel down and lick up all the cum I had made him shoot. It was my mess so I had to clean it up. Kneeling down, with three dirty old men standing looking on, wasn't something I really wanted to do, but I knew I must.

My Uncle had me over the proverbial barrel. He knew whatever he told me to do I would comply with, because I couldn't face the shame of him telling my parents that I had worked in what was little more than a strip club. I had to earn enough money to buy a party dress, but what a poor excuse that would have been to a woman who had served at table in a sleazy café, to pay for me to be educated.

I knelt down, my bum sticking out in invitation to those filthy old men, hoping, and yes, even praying that they had used me enough for one day. I must have been kidding myself. I had hardly started to lick up Uncle's cum when a hand felt my wet pussy. The comments were outrageous, suggestions of having sex with me. Well that's the polite version of what they were discussing. Thank god, none of them could get it up hard enough to penetrate me, but that didn't stop them from trying. Their semi soft cocks were nudging my pussy, trying to get it up me. But for once this day things were going for me.

I will admit to clenching my pussy so tight it hurt, to stop them from getting it into me. I think that might have made the difference, prevented me from getting gang banged outside in this park. The taste of his cum wasn't so bad, in fact it was much better than I had feared, salty and rank but not horrible. At last he was clean and I told him I had finished. 

He said, "You'd better be right. I don't want these new trousers stained with your juices." 

I had only just realised he was commando, no pants. Why didn't I notice that when I pulled them down for him? Perhaps I had other things on my mind!

Tidying my clothes as best I could, he walked me back to his car, telling me he was taking me home. I hoped he meant my home. I really didn't want to go back to his flat, I had seen quite enough of that for a while... like for the rest of my life.

We drove out to my parent's farm in silence. I didn't know what to say to him, except beg him not to tell mum about my job. As we turned in the gate with only a few hundred yards to go he said, "You have had the first part of your punishment, but don't think you are free yet. I have other things in mind for you, young lady. Perhaps you might learn not to be so prude when your old Uncle touches your precious little bum, by the time I'm finished with you."

As we got out of the car he changed into the usual jolly Uncle he had been all of my life, but his hand on my bum as we climbed the steps was a reminder of my precarious position. His fingers were probing as deep as possible into my still unprotected pussy. I gritted my teeth and bore it with as much grace as I could muster.

He greeted my parents as usual. I went off to get a shower and change. I could still smell those dirty old men on my clothes and my body. My titties were still on fire from their mauling. The warm water and the scent of the shower cream helped to relieve the pain, and clean the stink off me as it flowed over my pert little tits and down my tummy, trickling off my pussy. Even that felt strange without hair. I stood under the shower for a long time, both luxuriating in its' warmth and thinking about what the hell I was going to do. He had me over that barrel and I knew he wouldn't let me out of his clutches any time soon.

Dressed and looking like my old self I joined him and my mum and dad in the dining room. Mum smiled and said Geoff had been telling them about a wonderful job opportunity in his company and he wanted me to have it. The bastard had trapped me again!

"Yes," Uncle Geoff said, "I wanted to talk to your parents before offering it to you but I know you won't refuse, will you Amber? It's a wonderful job as my personal assistant. My last girl has left to get married and I need someone I can trust and who better than family?" 

He was smiling, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

There was no way I could get out of this. He had me by the short and curlies. If I refused, my parents would want to know why, and if I accepted, I was in for the hardest time of my young life. His smile, as he turned to me, was like a lion in the zoo, all teeth and threats. I shook at the prospect of being at his beck and call every day. 

Then he dropped the bombshell, and said, "To save Amber trying to find a flat in town, or commuting every day, she can stay at my place. It's plenty big enough for the two of us."

Mum thought that was an excellent idea and told me how lucky I was to find something so challenging and still be with my family. It was perfect, she claimed. I had been railroaded into this terrible situation and there was nothing I could do about it.

Uncle Geoff spent most of the evening telling me what my duties would be in his company. It appeared that there was a real job on offer so it might not be so bad. Aren't I the eternal optimist? But he said we could work out the finer details on Monday, when he offered to come out to the farm and pick me up. "As you will have so much to carry it would be impossible on the bus," he said. He really intended me to move in with him.

I lay awake all night wondering how I could get out of this situation. What options did I have? I could tell mum and dad what I had done, confess my stupidity, and even tell them that Uncle Geoff was blackmailing me. But would they believe me? Geoff was mum's favourite brother. He was younger than her by some ten years. When her mother died quite young, she helped to bring him up; she looked on him as her own child.

What other alternatives were there? I could try to run away, but where to? Would I be jumping out of the frying pan into the fire? How does a pretty young girl make out on her own? My first attempts were a bit of a disaster weren't they, okay? So I had looks and brains. That isn't enough out there in the big bad world. You need to be street wise and have some experience.

At last, as dawn was breaking, I resolved to do what I had to do. Go live and work with Uncle Geoff and take the consequences of my foolishness in working at that club. The six hundred pounds I made in four days seemed like small change to what it was going to cost me long term.




Punished



Mum had breakfast ready, and then the horn on Uncle's car heralded my sentence. She kissed me, and said, "Now you be a good girl for your Uncle, won't you dear?" 

If only I had the courage to tell her what a good girl had to do for Uncle Geoff. Geoff picked up my bags and loaded them into the trunk of his car, telling me not to dally, to get in the car, we had work to do.

All the way to his office he talked about my duties. My head was swimming with the amount of information, I was getting so confused. The fear of what my life was going to be like and the lack of sleep were combining to make me light headed.

Arriving at the office, he introduced me to the staff as his new assistant. I got mostly hostile stares from my new co-workers though, not the friendly greeting I had hoped for. He showed me my office. It was small but very tastefully furnished, with the very latest equipment. The job, at least, was real and looked as if it could be interesting. 

My qualifications were in business studies. So I knew, given time and patience, I could master this job. But it was frightening, almost as frightening as the prospect of moving into Uncle's flat after work tonight. The day went quickly, with Uncle only coming into my office a couple of times. Both were legitimate; requests for files or letters to be typed, the more private ones. Most of his letters were done by the pool downstairs.

I went to the ladies, and as I walked in two of the girls from the typing pool were talking about me. They shut up as soon as they saw me. I tried to ask them if there was a problem, but they wouldn't say anything. Later, during a break, I asked one of the older women if I had done something wrong. She told me to meet her in the canteen later and she would tell me what was wrong.

I waited till Geoff went out for his lunch, telling me he would be gone for an hour or more. I went to the canteen, calling for this older woman on my way. She took me to a corner table and said, "What are you doing here? The girl who did that job was sacked on Friday for no good reason. She was a very good secretary and the only reason she had to go was to make room for you. What are you? His little bit on the side?"

"No," I replied, "I'm his niece. I have just finished college and he offered me the job. He said his previous girl was leaving to have a baby." 

The look on her face told me she was not lying. She said, "The poor girl isn't married, and was the only young girl who wouldn't sleep with your so-called Uncle. He has tried it on with every girl under thirty, and even some of the older women. He's what we used to call a screw, in my young days."

I sat there with my mouth open. Was this the man my mother thought of as her favourite brother? She would die if she heard this woman talk like that about him. She said, "You really didn't know did you my dear?" 

I said, "I didn't even know he had this business until a few weeks ago and the job was offered to me only last night. But he told my parents before he told me and sort of made out it was a big favour. He has arranged for me to live at his flat."

She took my hand in hers and said, "You poor girl. I hope you know what you have let yourself in for, because he's as bad as they come. If he didn't pay over the rate, no-one would work for him. If there is anything I can do to help you please ask, you are going to need it. I'm sure of that. He's pure poison."

I went back to my office thinking about what Molly had said, hoping I could somehow use it to my advantage. Was there hope, light at the end of the tunnel?

All afternoon I was in a daze not really paying much attention to my work, but there was no one to see. Uncle Geoff hadn't returned at all. At about four thirty the phone rang. It was him, he had been held up. He told me to get a taxi to his flat and he would see me later. I imagined how he had been held up - some woman I was sure, but that could be in my favour perhaps. If he had spent the afternoon with some other girl, he would leave me alone tonight. I could at least hope.

The cabbie dropped me off. I wondered how I was to get into his flat, I had no key, but the concierge let me in. Uncle had phoned and told him I was arriving. The flat was as I remembered, really smart and flash, but not very homely. Dare I make it more like a place where people lived? I cooked some rice and made myself some dinner. But I couldn't eat. The worry of what was to come was so real, sitting alone in that place that felt like being in a prison.

It felt like a life sentence. Was he going to keep me here indefinitely, or just until he got fed up with me? Perhaps he only wanted me short term, but it didn't look that way. Why had he moved me into his flat if he was not thinking long term? God, how long could that be, the rest of my life being punished for one silly mistake. 

I phoned mum and talked to her. She was so excited about my new job, and so confident that Geoff would look after me. If only I had the guts to tell her, that her darling brother was nothing more than a user, who preyed on any young girl - even his sister's child.

I heard him come into the lobby and rang off, telling mum I would call her tomorrow, dreading what was to come. He walked in and asked me, "Have you eaten?" 

I replied, "Yes, I made some rice."

He turned his nose up, and said, "Order me some Chinese. You know what I like." 

I did know, because he was always telling us how good this local Chinese restaurant was and how he ordered the same meal quite often. The number was on his pad by the phone. I called them and ordered his supper.

I could hear the shower running and hoped he was tired enough to go to bed on his own. But I was kidding myself, he called me and I obeyed him walking into the bathroom. He handed me his sponge and said, "Wash my back for me." No 'please', no grace whatsoever. 

I soaped his broad back and his rather cute looking bum. He turned and said, "You made a good job of the back, now do the front. Pay special attention to my bits."

I started on his chest, getting lower and lower, not wanting to do it but knowing I had no choice. He said, "Get on with it, girl, or I shall have to punish you again like I did Sunday." I used the sponge to rub around his semi-erect cock but he said, "Leave the sponge; your hands are better for that job." 

I again did as he told me, dropping the sponge into the shower tray and massaging his huge cock with my bare hands. Oh no! It was growing and growing, getting bigger by the second. He said, "That's right, you know how to do it, go on more."

He made me stand in the splash of the water and wank his big horrible cock until it spurted all over my clean clothes. I was disgusted. This was so gross, a hundred times worse that what the men at the club did - and I got paid for that. But that was only the beginning. 

He said, "Get out of those wet clothes, you will catch a cold." He watched me as I stripped, ogling my body as each part became naked. I felt like I was in a strip show. He loved making me feel so humiliated.

The door bell rang; it must have been the delivery of his supper. Uncle shouted grumpily, "Well, don't just stand there, go and answer the door." 

I grabbed for his towel wrap hanging on the back of the door. He snatched it away from me saying, "You weren't so shy at that club were you?" 

I walked to the door and opened it just wide enough to take the food but he wanted paying. Uncle shouted, "Let him in, I will get his money."

I stepped back and the delivery men pushed the door open, his eyes taking in my body from head to toe, not missing anything. His eyes were out on stalks as he ogled me. He obviously liked my titties best, because he kept coming back to them every time, staring at the little pink buds that shamefully had grown while wanking him off. Geoff walked through, with a robe around him, tented in front by the monster he called a cock. It was so grotesque it should have been in a horror show, not sticking out of his groin.

The delivery man smiled, and said, "She's the best one yet Mr Geoff. I would like to have a go at her when you've finished, not that I could please her after she's had your weapon. I wouldn't touch the sides." He laughed and took his money. 

I felt so degraded and wanted to cry, but I was not going to let either of them see how much this scenario had affected me.

He put his supper on the table and sat down, his robe hanging open, showing his big ugly cock. He said, "Why don't you kneel under the table and give me some tongue while I'm eating my supper?" 

I had hoped that he had been satisfied with his afternoon dalliance. I crawled under the table, my head bumping as I tried to get his cock in my mouth. He shouted, "Well, get on with it girl unless you want your ass whipped."

My jaws ached from trying to get it in, it was just too big. I struggled to accommodate more than half of it, until he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, forcing it down my throat, gagging me. He laughed and said, "You will get used to it in time, but for now just do it, because you don't want another sore ass, do you Amber?"

Trying to do as he wanted, as best I could, I gagged and choked on the nasty old thing until he grunted and filled my mouth and deep down my throat with more of his dirty cum. He held my head tight down till I almost fainted from the lack of oxygen, laughing all the time. He was really enjoying making me suffer.

At last he let me free, telling me I better go to bed as he had a big day for me tomorrow. Was that all for tonight? I so hoped it was, but you know how my luck runs by now - all bad.

He told me the spare room was mine and he said he would bring my things up from the car later. I had nothing but what I was wearing earlier, so went to bed in my bra and panties, which I had worn all day. It wasn't very hygienic but safer than being naked in this house. 

I had just drifted off to sleep when he came in with my suitcases. He threw them on the bed, waking me, and said, "Move over. I'm going to fuck you to sleep tonight, little stuck-up niece."

I had expected him to climb on top of me as my previous boyfriend had, but he turned me on my side, facing away from him and bent me in half, so my bum was sticking out towards him. He fingered me for a few minutes and made me wet. I wanted to not get ready for him, but then realised he was going to have me whatever I did. So it was better to let him excite me as it would go in easier; maybe not hurt as much as yesterday.

Two of his fat fingers were reaming deep into my poor little pussy, driving me towards a climax I didn't want to have. But, despite him being my rapist, I couldn't help my body responding to him. Oh my god! I was almost there then he stopped and slapped my bum so hard I screamed out loud. 

He laughed and said, "No one will hear as these flats are soundproofed." He then forced his cock into me, one hand going under my hip, the other gripping the uppermost thigh and, pulling me back, onto him he rammed it right home.

I thought he was going to split me in two. It was so painful and he was so cruel. He was enjoying not only the fact he was fucking his pretty little niece, against her wishes, but he loved hurting me as well. He wanted to hear me scream as he powered that monster deeper and deeper into me. I couldn't deny him that pleasure, as it tore deep into my body making me cry out with each thrust.

My body was hurting as never before, but it was responding to him, pushing back to meet his lustful strokes. It had taken over from my conscious mind and was doing something I didn't want it to do. My body was betraying me yet again; I could feel the ache of my orgasm building deep inside me as he entered my body deeper than anything had ever gone. So deep, it felt as if he was right inside my tummy.

But again my body was defying my mind, and loving the sensations he was causing. My peak was only seconds away. How could this much pain be so enjoyable? Even my head was telling me this was good. If only I had more input, more choice, even a tiny bit of control, but my climax came whatever I wanted, and it was so big I felt my senses swoon. I almost passed out with the passion he was creating deep, oh! so deep inside me.

His breathing was rough and ragged as he drove himself on, filling every last centimetre of me with his huge cock. I couldn't help thinking about what he had been doing all afternoon. Probably some other girl he had a hold over had been subjected to his will. I wondered if she had climaxed as hard and wonderfully as he had made me, and was still making me.

Wave after wave of lust swept over me, taking any last vestige of resistance away from me. He had claimed my body and, damn, my mind as well. I wanted this as much as he obviously did. How could something that started as a punishment be so wonderful, so totally consuming, so bloody good?

As much as I hated him and the fact that I had no choice, I was loving this. I was being fucked as never before. The boys I had dated at college were like children playing at make love compared to this fantastic lover. No, lover is not the right word, he was not loving me. He was fucking me, using me to both satiate his lust and to dominate me in the worst possible way. But I couldn't help myself from wanting it more and more.

He gave a very satisfied grunt and filled me with his seed yet again. How much could this man cum? That would be three times in less that two hours and I felt just as full of his stuff as that first time in the park. It was oozing out of me again, covering his cock with a mixture of his cum and my juices. I knew what was coming next, I didn't need telling. As he pulled it out of me, I turned and took his big nasty cock in my mouth to suck him clean.

Uncle Geoff rolled onto his back, telling me to make sure it was clean before I stopped. Thank goodness it was wilting. I had thoughts of him doing it again. I really didn't know if I could take that much sex twice in one night. My tummy was still turning over from the effects of his brutal fucking.

I lifted my head from his groin and looked up at him; the smile on his face said it all. He knew how much he had satisfied me, but he also knew he had dominated me completely. 

The self satisfaction he showed spoiled the pleasure he had given me. He slapped my naked bum very hard, saying, "You are learning young lady, but there is a lot more for you to learn yet."

Pulling the covers over me, I tried to sleep. The good feelings he had created were giving way to the disgust at both him and me, for allowing him to make me come so easily and so fully. I had always been a fighter, never rolling over to the opposition, but he had made me his plaything so simply and without much effort on his part. I felt so wretched as I eventually drifted off to sleep.

It was morning again so quickly. His loud voice was calling me to get up, we had work to do. I couldn't lie in bed all day. I looked at the clock beside my bed; it was only just six o' clock. A quick breakfast and off to work, at least that was something I did enjoy for myself. I felt good at doing a proper job, and knew I was putting my mother's sacrifice to some useful purpose.

Again Mr Geoff, as he insisted on being called, went out for lunch. I had been planning all morning and, as soon as I saw his flash car going out onto the road, I went and found Molly. I wanted to ask her some very important questions. We went to the canteen but I wanted complete privacy for what I needed to know. I asked her if there was somewhere we could go that was more secluded. She smiled and said, "Come with me my dear."

She led me out of the building and round to the big courtyard where the cars were parked. She went through the cars and out onto a big grass area, sitting down on the ground. She said, "This is as private as you can get. What can I do for you?" 

I started stuttering and mixing my words up. I was both embarrassed and excited but she calmed me down and got the whole story out of me. When she realised what I wanted, her eyes lit up. She said, "You have the right idea there, that's about the only way of bringing him under control."

Molly agreed to help me and we went back into the office, both much happier. Me because I could see some light, some hope at the end of the tunnel, and her because she simply hated him for what he had done to so many young girls at his company. I had some lunch in the canteen and some of the girls actually spoke to me. This was better than yesterday, but I didn't know Molly had been talking to them. They now knew I was being used, just as so many of them had been in the past.

Back in my office I worked hard and the afternoon went so quickly. I didn't want to go back to his flat but I had no choice, knowing he would take me and make my body betray my loathing of him. No matter how hard I tried, he would take me to that special place again if he wanted to. There was nothing I could do about that, I felt like a moth drawn to the flame. That would be my destruction. 

I got a taxi back to his flat again. He wasn't in, so I made myself some food. I wasn't hungry I but needed to do something to take my mind off him and what he would make me do this evening. I spent some time on the phone to mum telling her the good bits, wanting to cry for help, ask her to get dad to come and get me. Take me home, away from this wicked man who had so forcefully entrapped me, both physically and sexually. Because I knew he had done something to me. I wanted his horrible old cock inside me, almost as much as I wanted to chop it off. 

I had only just hung up the phone when it rang. It was Uncle Geoff, telling me he wouldn't be home as he had some business to attend to that would take all night. The way he said it made me shudder. I knew he was with another woman and to my horror I was jealous. How could I be envious of any woman who took him away from me? However, it gave me one night to myself when I didn't have to succumb to his will, his devious little tricks and his hard stinging slaps.

I went to bed early, setting the alarm to six a.m., not wanting to get into trouble for being late. I slept like a log, but had several dreams - all of them involving Uncle Geoff. None of them were very pleasant, just more of his humiliation and his violent sex. I woke up before the alarm went off, my body covered with a sheen of sweat. I felt as if I had had a nightmare, but perhaps it was just the nightmare I was living, repeating itself in my sleep.

Having a shower, and getting dressed without him there, were the first pleasures I had since leaving my home on Monday morning. I took extra care with my appearance. I wanted to look my best today. I wore panties, something he had forbidden at work or at home. Even that defiant little step made me feel better, and booking the taxi to work to his account was another little victory for me.

I was the first one in. The security guard smiled, and said, "You must be keen today." 

He didn't know how keen I was, not to work but to see if Molly had done as she had promised. About eight o clock my phone rang. It was Uncle Geoff again. He said he wouldn't be in until later, he had some unfinished business. He said it with a sort of smirk in his voice, which told me he was subjecting some other girl to his devious sexual practices.

Molly came into my office and put a bundle of papers on my desk. She said, "Now get them copied, and put the originals somewhere safe where he can't find them." I thanked her and asked her to thank the girl who had written them for me. She emphasised, "Don't leave the originals in this building," then added, "Do you have a solicitor?" 

I didn't but knew my dad did, so I copied the letters and phoned the dispatcher to collect them.




Punished



It's an early Saturday morning. I wake up to find him lying in bed next to me. Last night was a tough one, we had our first argument. Having been together for over a year we had never argued. It has been difficult, living so far apart and only seeing each other once a month. Even before we moved in together, before, when the distance between us was hurting us both, we didn't argue. However I don't regret choosing to be his, waiting for this morning when I can wake up and make up for the last night's argument.

No, what we have is not a master/pet relationship, although we did talk about it once. It's not what I am looking for. I am too free willed and my pride kicks in when he asks me to do things for him. But my heart, my soul and body belongs to him. In bed I am his, his to do what he likes with. It is not easy obeying him; I don't do what I'm told in everyday life, I do try my best though, for I know I will be rewarded.

I get out of the bed quietly, to not wake him. On my tiptoes, I slowly move towards the drawers, where my lingerie is kept. I choose the black lace thong with the matching lace bra he got me for our one year anniversary. As I start walking towards the door, to the shower the floor creaks and I freeze for a moment, fearing he might wake before I'm ready. He doesn't move though and I carefully continue tiptoeing. 

As I wash my hair and run my fingers across my still aroused body I remember that the hold ups I was going to wear for him last night are still hidden under the pile of clean towels in the bathroom corner. Those will please him and I smile to myself knowing that. 

Yes, my body still is aroused from yesterday morning when a call from my boss interrupted us. I was so close to what would have been an amazing orgasm. Something at work had gone wrong again; my needs had to be put aside, to once again save the company.

Getting out of the shower now very turned on I dry myself and slowly put on the gorgeous thong. The lace feels good against my wetness and I rub it ever so gently with my fingers. Once the hold ups and bra are on too I look into the mirror. I see a young woman, just turned 18. Her small but well shaped breasts cupped nicely by the slightly see thru bra. My nipples hard, pointing outwards, crave for his lips. My long hair, still dripping is dark brown and my blue eyes are full of desire. Desire to please and to be pleased. A small bat decorates my belly button and puts emphasis on my flat tummy. Long legs in the black hold ups can't wait to be around his waist as he enters me. I want him, but more than that, I want him to forgive me for last night and let me please him to make up for it. 

I find my collar and put it around my neck. I am not his pet; I don't want him calling me that. But the collar proves I'm his and whenever it's around my neck, he knows I will do what he wants me to do.

I make a cup of tea for him and walk back into our bedroom. Putting the tea onto the night table I wonder whether I should wake him or wait for him to wake. I choose to not wait. On my knees by the bed I gently kiss his nose and then lips. I run my tongue across his lips as he starts to open his eyes. He seems angry. I realize I should have waited! Should have let him sleep and beg him to let me please him when he wakes! A moment later his eyes start wondering up and down my body and stop at the collar. Without saying a word he pulls me into the bed by the ring attached to the collar. I fall onto the bed, face buried into the pillow as his hand lands hard on my exposed ass. The force with which he continues to spank me scares me and the pain becomes more intense with each spank. Although I'm scared of what might come next I feel my underwear getting soaked. 

As if he had read my mind he spreads my legs and runs his fingers roughly over my dripping pussy. He pinches hard when he reaches my clit and I let a moan escape my lips. This seems to annoy him and he takes hold my thong and pulls it up making it go between my lips, pressing against my still hurting clit.

-So you think that by waking me up like this you will make the situation better?

He says as he rubs my underwear against me making me sore.

-You're dripping! Do you really think that after last night I'd want to have sex with you? After arguments people talk things through, they don't get in bed and solve their problems there! 

-I'm sorry! Last night was my fault. I shouldn't have said all those things. I just wanted you to wake up and see that I'm sorry and will do anything it takes for you to forgive me.

Saying these words isn't easy for me. I hate apologizing. 

-I thought...

I look down and realize that I don't know what I though. I wanted him to forgive me and not be mad at me. What made me think that this would work?

-You thought you'd get the pleasure you couldn't have yesterday and I'd forget last night too. That's what you though!

-Oh I can't believe I'm doing this! I try please you and you just get angry again! It wasn't entirely my fault we argued, I just love you enough to put aside my pride and be the first to try solve things!

Having said that I reach for the buckle of my collar and start undoing it but he grabs my hand and knocks me onto my back on the bed again. Sitting on me to keep me from struggling he ties my hands to the bed posts and pinches my nipples through my bra. 

-When you have your collar on, you do what I want and I want you to stay still. Since you're about to be completely exposed in front of me, unable to move, it might be wise to do as I say.

I stop struggling and let him take off my underwear and then put rope around my ankles to tie them to the other two bed posts, leaving me very exposed and very wet. 

I know he will not stop if I tell him to, I know the safe word we have won't work this time. He is angry I am his. And he will do what he likes. I'm a little scared, but being bound and his, makes my body shake with excitement. 

He stands there, probably planning what to do next. It doesn't take him long. He undoes my bra, glad it is one that opens in front and starts running his tongue around my breast. My nipples grow harder and harder but he ignores them completely. Denying me what I've been wanting for so long! 

Suddenly his hand lands hard on my exposed pussy and I scream in pain. For my scream, which has displeased me I deserve another wave of pain and he in one go pushes his dry finger into my ass. This time I scream louder, for the pain is greater and he has never done that before. His finger in me feels very uncomfortable and I feel torn. Tears start rolling down my cheeks and he ignores it. With his finger still in me he reaches with his other arm under the bed to pull out our toy box. It doesn't take him long to find what he is looking for. Something we never use. He takes the butt plug and shows it to me. It's big. Way bigger than his fingers. I start crying and pleading him to not do it. However he has made up his mind. He wants to hurt me; he knows this is the way to do it. His finger moves and for a moment I think he will remove it, instead he pushes another one into me and I wince in pain, fighting back the scream which would only anger him more. Slowly he starts spreading me as I throw my head around wildly not knowing how to deal with the pain. I try to free my arms, but I know it is pointless. 

He moves the butt plug down my pussy opening a couple of times, making it wet. I thank him for that in my thoughts. Knowing it'll hurt less if it is wet. However the amount of pain I feel as he slowly but surely pushes it into me is indescribable. My tears have blinded me and I cannot see his face, but I know he is enjoying the pain I am in. 

-You wanted me to fill you, that is why you dressed up. So now I have. Do you feel full enough?

I feel full, torn... and very full. And as the pain is slowly disappearing, I feel my nipples harden once again.

He takes the nipple clamps from the box and snaps them carelessly on. A wave of pain and pleasure shoots through me. The chain attached to the clamps feels cold on my skin. He takes it and yanks at it. It hurts and I gasp but I love it and he knows it. A grin appears on his face as he reveals to me his big, hard penis. He runs its tip across my lips and I kiss it gently running my tongue around it as he pushes it deeper into my mouth. But this is not what he wants now. He leaves my mouth empty and wanting as he presses his dick against my clit and slowly, teasingly moves it lower.

In one go, he enters me. The new sensation of being so full surprises me. He fucks me hard and I realize I'm moaning louder than I ever have. My nipples have gone numb and when he pulls on the chain the pain rush returns. He puts the chain into my mouth and makes me lift my chin up. I'm now pulling onto my very sore nipples and it hurts, but he loves the sight and I am his to do what he likes with.

As yanks the chain out off my mouth and pulls the clamps off my nipples I shudder and scream as a wave of pleasure comes over me and he thrusts for the last time before releasing his juices into me. 

We lie there breathing heavily not saying a word. My nipples are bright red and throbbing, my clit rubbed sore and my ass torn by the plug. He slowly unties my arms, his beautiful penis still in me, and I wrap my arms tight around him. He kisses my cheek, the first kiss he has offered me since yesterday morning. I have never been so happy in my life, for I know he has forgiven me.

-Angel, I love you. I won't let a silly fight ruin what we have built over this year. I love you so much it hurts, which is why I hurt you today. To show you how I feel when things go wrong between us.

He gets off me and slowly removes the butt plug. I feel empty. He unties my ankles and pulls me into his arms to take the collar off. I kiss his cheek and say:

-I love you too.



Punished



Jessica stood outside the bar and took a deep breath. She hated this place. Hated everything it stood for. But at the same time, loved it. Smoke and loud music met her immediately as she pulled the door open and stepped into the small run-down room. 

"Hey Jez!" Matt waved to her from behind the bar. "Jose?" 

"Make it Morgan, tonight." She replied. "Jose and I got into a bit of trouble last time." 

Jessica made small talk with the younger man as she sipped her drink, a bit too quickly. At her request for another one, Matt gave her an odd look. 

"What?" she asked, noticing his confusion.

"Last time I saw you down the first one that quick was last weekend." 

"Yup," was all she replied. But, there was no chance of last weekend repeating itself. At least, she hoped not. It had been a good night, up until she started making out with the boss's brother. John had walked into the bar that night just as she and Justin were locking lips, and he'd been furious. Luckily he had been out of the office all this week, or it would have been unbearable for her. 

She downed the second one just as quickly, and requested a third. "Make it a straight shot?" She said to Matt's turned back. She watched him nod his head. 

"Expecting my brother again?" a low voice asked from behind her. She could feel his glare without having to turn around. "Or would you prefer my father? Or best friend?" 

Jessica downed the shot and turned to John. Anger and regret battled within her as she stared into his dark angry eyes. Looking away, she tossed some money on the counter for Matt and pushed herself off the bar stool, walking towards the door. 

She was shaking as she stepped out into the night, the sound of her own pounding heart covering up the sound of John's footsteps. He reached his hand out, startling her as he put it on her shoulder. 

"We need to talk," he stated, his control on his anger barely held in check. At her resigned nod, he guided her towards his home, just a few blocks away. They walked in silence, each step closer feeling like a step closer to her doom. 

Within minutes they were standing inside his living room. Jessica could feel the tension, and his anger. 

"Why are you so mad at me?" she finally asked, breaking the silence. 

John took a deep breath and a step closer to her. "Because I want you." He lightly took hold of her wrist , moving to sit down on the couch. "And you said you wanted me as well." 

"But you broke up with me," She reminded him, standing in front of him. 

"But you're still mine," he pulled her down, gently laying her on her stomach over his lap. 

She was trembling, but not in fear. She twisted herself so she could look into his eyes. "It was a mistake," she stated. "And I am sorry." 

He smiled a bit at her, his own anger still there but lessening. He slid his hand over her long blonde hair, over her back, resting on her rear. 

"Yes," he stated calmly, "it was a mistake." He pulled her short skirt up, sucking in a deep breath when he noticed she wasn't wearing panties. Jessica trembled again, squirming a bit when his fingers brushed over her bare skin.

He slid his hand over her softly, then removed it. She whimpered slightly, her whimper turning into a startled cry as he brought the palm of his hand down onto her pale ass. He repeated the action, causing her to thrust her hips against his thigh. Again he smacked her, harder this time, then caressed his fingers over her reddening flesh. He let all his hurt and anger out, one smack after another.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, but each time his hand came down, she rocked hard against him, squirming in need. She cried out, whimpering and pleading, but she wasn't sure what she wanted. Part of her wanted him to continue punishing her. Part of her wanted him to stop the pain. But the pain she wanted to stop was the one quickly growing in the pit of her stomach. She wanted him so desperately inside her. 

As if hearing her thoughts, he suddenly stopped spanking her, his hand instead lightly caressing over the hot flesh, then sliding down. He inhaled deeply again as he felt how wet she had become, moaning lightly as he dipped his fingers into the wet folds. A cry escaped her lips again and she bucked against him, trying to press herself closer to his fingers. 

John slid a finger inside her, then another, reveling in the way she squirmed against him. He pressed his arousal against her side, wanting her to know he felt it too. She groaned at the hardness of him, breathing heavy as he thrust yet another finger into her, wiggling and pressing them deeper, feeling her tighten around them. His other hand quickly reached between them, undoing his jeans to release his arousal. 

When Jessica slid her hand up to wrap her fingers around his cock, John moaned deeply. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her up and helped her straddle him. His kiss was hard and filled with determined need as he grabbed her hips, thrusting himself deep into her in one fluid motion. She cried out against his kiss, biting at his lower lip as she rocked against him. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as the pressure build inside her. 

Each thrust brought him closer to release, and he struggled to control it, to make it last. But as he felt her throbbing and tightening around him, and her fingernails pressing into his shoulders, he couldn't contain it any longer. He gripped her hips tight and drove his cock deep, moving away just a bit, then driving in again. This time he held himself deep inside her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body as they both reveled in the much needed release.



Punished



I was very angry. John had misbehaved and was not behaving consistently enough. I expected him to be sweet, kind, showering me with gifts and pleasure. Instead he was pouting silently in his office. I knew he was annoyed with my frustration. He needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to be shown how lucky he was, and that he should be much more appreciative for his lovely woman. 

I slowly gathered my supplies and slipped them into my silk bag. I could see John sitting at his computer, a scowl on his face. He knew he was in the wrong, but was not yet willing to admit it. He will admit it when I am finished with him. I hated it when something stupid caused us to disagree. More so, was John's retreat to his office, withdrawing himself from me, silence.... It angered me so. He would get just what he asked for.

I quickly changed into my leathers and slipped on my black heels. I walked to the kitchen passing by the office, the clip clopping of my heels on the floors. I knew that John would be wondering what I was doing, and if he caught a glimpse of me, would be thinking that I had decided to let the disagreement pass... I reached into the wine cooler and pulled out one of our nicest bottles of wine. It was a bottle we were saving for a special occasion. Screw special occasions, I was going to drink that bottle tonight and make John pay for it. I walked to the living room and pulled out one of the crystal wineglasses. I wanted only the finest around me tonight. I opened the wine and poured myself a glass, preparing myself for my next actions. 

"If you're pouring wine you might as well get me one too." John shouted from the office. "Hurry on, bitch." 

He must have seen my attire and thought that pleasure was on its way. I silently walked into the other room to retrieve John a crystal glass. I pulled out a silver tray and placed the glass on the tray. Returning to the kitchen I added the silk bag and bottle of wine to the tray. Lastly, I moved to the locked cabinet where we kept our toys and pulled out one final item, my black and blue fringed whip. I hooked it on the leather tie of my shorts as I finished my glass of wine and poured another. I took my tray, with all my supplied and marched into the office firmly shutting the door. John, barely raised his eyes from his computer screen as I entered the room. This just infuriated me more, and I knew that was his desire.

I moved over to his side and placed the tray on his desk. He noticed the silk bag and knew what was in store for him. John reached for the bottle to pour a glass, as I quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm behind his big desk chair. "You will have to earn your wine tonight." I held his arm firmly behind his back and he fought me with his other arm. He is a strong man, trim, and fit, but with broad shoulders and strong arms. He could quite easily overtake me if he decided he wanted to. I quickly grabbed my whip and whipped him hard on his chest. He was shirtless and it left a red mark, the force of my whip shocked him and I was able to grasp his other wrist quickly slipping the cuffs around them and locking them into place behind his chair. It was a tight and uncomfortable position.

I now had my target confined. He would not be able to overcome me for quite some time. I whipped him again. "You will pay for your misbehavior! You will tell me how wrong you are and then beg for my pussy." I took the whip and hit him again on his chest, letting the frayed edges slide down his abdomen and towards his confined cock. 

"Bitch" he responds. That infuriates me and I whip him harder this time on the abdomen, grazing his cock. 

"You will not talk to me that way." I turn my back on him and walk away grabbing my wineglass as I swish my ass to the leather chair in the corner of the room.

"I am very angry with you, and you will pay for your bad behavior." John looks at me with a devilish look in his eyes and bites his lower lip. My pussy floods with my juices, as that is one of his looks that I find most attractive. "I will not let you have my body, until you beg, beg, and beg. Then and only then will I consider allowing you to have me." 

I quickly march back up and whip him hard on the groin. He moans with pleasure and pain, as I return to the chair, crossing my legs and sipping on my wine. As I consider my next move, I watch him quivering with desire in the chair. I move back over to the silk bag and pull out another item. 

Placing my ass in the center of his keyboard, I take my heeled foot and place it on his chest, pushing him away from the desk and toward the back wall. I lean into his body, allowing him to feel the heat of my skin as I move my lips close to his mouth, cheeks and ears. He leans forward to kiss me and I quickly pull away. I can see the welts from the whip on his abdomen as I kneel down to remove his pants. I slowly take my hands and unbuckle his jeans and pull them down quickly, not paying any consideration to his rising cock. It pulls up and down as I cruelly tug his pants and boxers over his thick and hardened rod. Reaching for the items I had removed from the bag, I quickly tie his legs to the base of his chair, confining him more. 

Next, I take the whip and gently hit his cock and stroke it downward, the frayed edges sliding around the glistening tip. I quicken the pace and force of my whipping as John moans out it pain. His cock is hardening and the precum is soaking his throbbing cock. Sitting back on the desk, I pour myself another glass of wine. Placing my black heels on each of his legs and spreading my legs wide, I reach up to my moist pussy. I reach through the leather and rub my wet and throbbing pussy, taking my moist fingers up to my mouth to suck them and then swallow a sip of wine. 

"Do you want a taste of this pussy? Are you ready to tell me how bad you have been?" 

John replies with "You can't hold out on me, I know you want my body. I am just letting you dominate me." 

"Ass!" I respond. I dig the heels of my designer pumps into the insides of his legs and reach into my wet pussy. He groans with the pain of my stiletto heels as I lean back in and run my finger under his nose. 

"Smell that sweetness that you will not get to taste." He reaches his head over and bites my finger, getting a good taste of my sweet pussy juice. I look down and can see his cock is hardening with the tip wet with his precum. I lean back and rip off my leather shorts. 

"Do you want to fuck this pussy? Then say, you're wrong. Tell me how much you worship me." 

"No, bitch!" he responds. 

I reach over to the silk tray and grab the silk tie as I quickly wrap it around his tight balls and cock, leaving only the tip exposed red and dripping with his sweet taste. Making sure the tie is snug on his manhood. I dig my heels deeper into his inner thigh before slipping off the desk. 

"Ouch!" he moans. I slide my legs on top of his thighs and move my wet pussy against his abdomen and wrapped cock. John leans his face in to kiss me, as I pull away. 

"You will beg." I rub my wet and needy body against his hardened cock and tease him with my desire. 

I move back on top of the desk and begin to masturbate. John moans with desire, but remains determined break me. He knows I want his cock inside my pussy and believes that he can dominate me in my domination of him. As I bring myself closer to orgasm I sip my wine. His hardened cock is glistening with wetness. I kneel down in front of that glorious cock, I take the tip of the cock in my mouth and lick and suck it. John leans his cock toward my mouth wanting more and more. I take a quick bite of his cock. "Behave."

I stand and turn my body walking toward the door, naked hips swinging as I open the door and leave the room. John can hear the clicking of my heels as I walk toward the kitchen and run the tap and get some ice. Returning to the room, I move back toward John bound at the chair. Spitting the ice back into the glass I take his cock into my mouth. The cold in my mouth softens his cock for a moment before it regains it's size and seems to become harder than before. Taking a few moments, I enjoy his cock feeling it push against my tongue and sucking it as I hear John moan in pleasure. I become lost in the pleasure of his cock, feeling it in my mouth, feeling the power of pleasing him and bringing him to orgasm. 

Quickly I pull off his cock. I am still angry and he needs to beg. "Beg for it, asshole!" 

"You want me to beg? Is that all I need to do, easy enough..." He responds. I mount his body brining my scent closer to him and my body near to his touch. 

"Do you want this body? Worship my body! Ask for it now, or I leave the room. I will leave you tied up and alone." I remove myself from his body and grab the bottle of wine, pour his glass and place it on the desk. Taking the tray and remaining wine I walk toward the door. 

There is one thing I know and that is that my man hates to be alone. He will retreat, on his own terms, but hates to be forced to be alone. I also know that he wants my body more than anything. He craves my body and has to have me, as I do him. "I am leaving now..." That was the final straw, John begged me to return. 

"I am a slave to your body. I was wrong to misbehave. I deserved my punishment. Fuck me, my mistress." 

I turn to him and mount his throbbing manhood, and kiss him passionately on the lips. He returns the favor as he thrusts his hips up toward my pussy. I can feel my orgasm mounting as I take his cock deep inside my pussy and feel the force of his orgasm. After our loving has finished, I climb off his body lick his cock clean, grab the tray and walk back out of the room. Leaving John tied up alone.... He still has some lessons to learn.



Punished!



Donald McKay waited for his wife to return. His mind churned over the thoughts as it always did when he was in this situation and he decided that waiting was what he was good at. Most people were good at something, he pondered, and he was certainly not very good at anything else. Melissa was always chastising him for something; the lawn wasn't cut short enough; the car had run out of gas whilst she'd been driving - his fault, of course; he'd painted the kitchen almost exactly the wrong shade of yellow. He couldn't even have an affair without being discovered!

It wasn't just a case of John loving his wife - he adored her. He would do anything for her; she was his life, his love, his Mistress. The affair had come out of the blue and was extremely short lived - it couldn't even really be termed an affair, just about an hour or so one recent afternoon in his office with his pretty, young assistant, Katie. McKay couldn't understand how Melissa had found out. Katie had made all the running. Of course he had found her attractive; a girl half his age with the voluptuous figure of a busty angel - who wouldn't have found her attractive? But Donald had never even considered making a pass at her. Even as she had gently removed his swollen little dick from his pants; even as she had guided it towards her full, sensual lips; even as she had enveloped him in her hot, wet mouth he had been riddled with guilt. Melissa had made it quite clear to him on many occasions: it was fine for her to take lovers, but if HE ever strayed then there would be trouble!

And trouble there was. Two hours ago, Melissa had come home and confronted him. Inexplicably she knew all about Katie and the blow job. Donald had tried to plead his case, tried to tell his beloved mistress that it was not his fault; he had been seduced. But to Melissa, and even to him, the excuse sounded lame and pathetic. And so Melissa had left - not for good, he knew that, but with a promise - a threat - that she would be back later and that his punishment would begin. 

And so McKay waited; patiently, quietly, for the return of his mistress. His mind had given up trying to imagine what was in store for him; a spanking with the paddle? His ass rammed with her new strap-on dildo? His nipples pierced? (She had always said that she wanted to do that!) It could be any one of these or another alternative that Melissa had cooked up by herself, he'd just have to wait and see!

The front door opening startled McKay out of his daydream. He turned towards the door. Melissa stood before him in all her blonde haired glory, her tall, frame covered by a long, bulky overcoat. She was not alone, Donald quickly realised. Behind her and closing the door as he entered was a young, good looking man dressed in jeans and a tight, white sweater. Donald looked him up and down surreptitiously taking in his boyish facial features and his lean, athletic frame. What was he doing here? Was he to witness Donald's shaming, his punishment?

"Downstairs, you. Now!"

Donald knew that Melissa's command was not to be disobeyed and he leapt out of the chair immediately and moved towards the door that led down to her own, private room. Donald had been in this room many times before to receive chastisement for one indiscretion or another and, in a way, it scared him a little. 

A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling and cast eerie shadows over the basement room. He tried to avoid looking at the racks of paddles and crops that hung on the wall, the X frame and bench that stood on the concrete floor, but his eyes were drawn towards them as they always were and he felt a tightening of his chest and a swelling of his cock. His anticipation was increasing. 

"Now, strip off, mister Limp Dick!" Melissa ordered

Donald felt embarrassed by her words but knew better than to disobey his mistress. His eyes lowered to avoid looking at her or her young companion as he started to slowly unbutton his shirt. 

"Faster, dick-head!"

His wife's curt tone caused Donald to jump and complete his disrobing in record time. In a few seconds he found himself naked and being studied by Melissa and the as yet unnamed man. After a few seconds of toe curling embarrassment, Donald watched his wife unbutton her long overcoat and let it slip from her shoulders. She had obviously been shopping - the black latex bodice that she wore left her pert, firm breasts exposed and was cut high in the leg. The outfit was complimented perfectly by knee-high black boots. Donald could feel his cock start to twitch. 

The young man - who still had not spoken - silently moved to a chair and sat. It appeared to Donald that he was there to ensure his maximum humiliation. 

"You know what to do now, Donald," Melissa commanded. "Over the bench. Now!"

With eyes still lowered, Donald made his way towards a waist-high bench standing in front of the X frame and bent over it. He could feel cuffs being applied to his wrists and ankles and soon realised that he was unable to move. He could sense Melissa wandering casually up and down the rack of paddles and crops and he knew that his punishment was only seconds away!

Donald heard the swoosh of the leather whip a split second before he felt the sting and then the intense heat radiate through his buttocks. An involuntary cry resounded from his lips but was only greeted with the sounds of smirking laughter from Melissa and the man. Again and again the lashes rained down on his rear end. The pain was intense but at the same time exciting - it always was - and Donald could feel his cock hard and throbbing beneath him. Melissa noticed his excitement as well and halted the blows for a few moments. 

"Did I give you permission to get hard?" she barked

"Better tie it up for him or he'll cum!"

Donald heard the man's voice for the first time. The tone was deep and resonant but there was something in the sound that was different. Something menacing. 

Donald tried to speak but his throat felt dry as sandpaper. Only a whispered gasp could he manage. He moaned deeply as he felt a cord being passed around his cock and balls and gasped again as Melissa's long, slender fingers pulled it tight. A pain shot through him as his testicles contracted. He felt the blood supply cut off and knew that he would never be able to climax in this position. 

The blows to Donald's buttocks continued for another two or three minutes. The pain had subsided a little but the warm glow had increased as he imagined the welts that would be building up. He could just see out of the corner of his eye that the young man sitting to his left had unzipped his pants and was at this moment masturbating a good sized cock. 

"Give me a hand, Alan?" Melissa asked breathlessly. The exertion of beating her husband's ass was obviously taking it's toll on her. "I want to turn him over. I haven't finished with him by a long way!"

Donald felt an ease of pressure as the cord around his balls was released. Melissa and Alan worked quickly as the cuffs around his ankles and wrists were loosened and he was turned over onto his back. The sensation of comfort, though, was sort and sweet as he swiftly realised that the cuffs were being reapplied and he could feel his legs being dragged upwards by some sort of pulley equipment. He groaned again as the cord was retied around his cock and balls and pulled upwards in an agonizingly exciting motion. 

Melissa was still close and now swapped the flayed whip for a sturdy leather crop. Teasingly she traced patters along Donald's body with the tip; over his nipples, his belly and down to his tortured balls. This time he could see the instrument of torture descend as his mistress rained the first, stinging blow down onto his nipples. His teeth gritted together as he fought the wonderful pain, subconsciously willing her to beat him again and again. Donald's mind was a sea of red mist before his wife had finally exhausted herself. 

But there was still more to come - a lot more. 

Now both Melissa and Alan flanked Donald on either side. His eyes were misted with tears of pain and pleasure and the flicker of the candle seemed hazy and out of focus. But he felt the splash of hot wax before it even hit him. The pain was intense but momentary; the thick molten liquid congealing and cooling as soon as it had touched his skin. Donald arched his back and groaned deeply as the drips persisted accompanied by laughter from his two tormentors. 

His erection ached constantly as Melissa continued to tug the cord now just wrapped around his cock. With his balls unrestrained every drop of wax that scorched his skin brought him closer and closer towards climax. The pressure was getting to him, and then as Melissa's hand slipped under his balls and squeezed lightly, his mind and body exploded in waves of lust. His head ached, his limbs felt numb as the result of his excitement spewed forth and mingled with the hardening red wax on his thighs and belly. 

Before he had any chance to relax, Melissa spoke again. 

"You've seen Alan here," she said slowly and carefully. "Well, he's not just here to watch you being humiliated. It's my turn to watch now. Alan's going to feminize you!"

Donald could hear his wife's words but their meaning was still a thousand miles away from his realisation. Slowly his brain began to churn the words; processing and sorting them until his mind finally formed an impression. Feminize him? Surely she couldn't mean...? could she?

Donald's fears were quickly realised as he was dragged almost bodily from his near unconsciousness and pushed roughly back, bending, over the bench. In a second he could feel the young man behind him and heard the distinctive sounds of clothes being quickly shed. 

Melissa sat in front of him and smiled; her long, sexy legs crossed and her breasts protruding from her bodice. Donald could feel the man behind him now as he gripped his hips and pulled him back. Hot, hard flesh touched his buttocks and soothing lotion was being massaged into the tortured flesh. The fingers pulled urgently at his buttocks; opening him, widening him. Donald took a breath, he knew what was about to happen; the final and ultimate humiliation. 

The cock was hard and throbbing as Donald felt his legs roughly kicked apart and the young man position himself for penetration. Another deep breath. A gasp and a cry of pain as he was entered. Donald felt like he was being pierced with a baseball bat. He had no chance to move in any other way but the way that Alan wanted him to; and that way was backwards. 

The pain increased as the young man drove his weapon deeper into Donald's body. And then, suddenly he was in completely. Donald felt defiled and humiliated being taken this way by a stranger and in front of his wide, but he also felt a strange completeness, as if this were meant to be, as if this was his function. 

He could hear deep, masculine grunting from behind him as Alan began to sodomize him. The cock pistoned in and out of Donald's asshole at an increasing pace until he began to think he would be split open. 

"That's right, baby. " Melissa encouraged the young man from her chair. "Fuck him. Fuck his ass nice and hard. Make sure he never cheats on me again!"

Donald was acutely aware of the fact that Melissa was looking straight at him while he was being fucked. Her hands were all over her body; pinching and squeezing nipples and rubbing her pussy through the open leg of her bodice. Her legs were well spread and as she eased the garment to the side to gain better access to her vagina, Donald could see the downy hair that sparsely covered her wet, open sex lips. 

"Oh, he's got a nice tight ass, Mel. Just like your's!" grunted Alan as he continued to ram his solid meat into Donald's body. 

Donald was startled by the revelation; perversely it seemed fine for his own ass to be defiled, but the fact that this man had also explored the inside of his wife's anus just felt wrong. She was a mistress after all. She was meant to give this sort of thing, not receive it!

Donald's eyes were fixed on his wife as his body was jerked back and forth by the sledgehammer thrusting that Alan was providing. He could see that she was close to climax herself. He wanted her to cum, he wanted her to have all the pleasure and his smile was unmistakable as he watched her elevate her feet onto her toes and saw her whole body begin to shake and tremble. 

Melissa cried out as she orgasmed hard and, at the same time, Donald could feel a swelling sensation from inside his ass. He heard Alan grunt once and then felt him slam his tool deeper than Donald had ever thought possible. For a second, everything seemed to stop; all was silent and still. Then the trembling from behind him started and the next moment Donald felt a scorching liquid being released into his body with a huge force. Alan's cock began to saw in and out of his abused hole as the man just seemed to keep on cumming. The young man's voice was a guttural gasping groan as he emptied himself into Donald's back passage, pulling back on his hips to ensure that he had drained the last drop of his juice. 

As Alan finally stood back and Donald finally felt his cock slip from his ass, he almost collapsed with exhaustion. The last thing that Donald could remember before unconsciousness finally took him, was Melissa speaking into her cell phone. 

"Hi... Katie?... yes it's me. Everything went fine... we couldn't have done it without your help, though... yes, thanks... I'm sure that Don thought the blow-job was worth it... yes... yes... I know... I know you give great head, I've experienced your oral talents don't forget!... You'd like Donald to return the favour?... yes... yes... yes, I'm sure that he would want to thank you personally... you're feeling horny now?... sure... yes, he'll be ready for you... come on over straight away... and don't forget to dress in those sexy leather boots and bring you're riding crop!"

As she watched her husband slip into a deep, dreamless sleep, Melissa couldn't help but notice a smile playing around his lips.



Punished After Prom



DISCLAIMER: This story is all in good fun. I do not condone non-consensual sex or incestuous acts. 

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"Ok, just one more photo! Say cheese!"

Callie's Daddy was behind the camera, and she stood with her prom date, Joe, in front of the fireplace. She was wearing a strapless pink ball gown with a big tulle skirt. She had a little sparkly tiara on top of her pinned up blonde curls. She wore pink ballet slipper shoes, and not much makeup because her father discouraged it. Just some light eye shadow and mascara, and pouty pink lips. It was her senior prom and just a week past her eighteenth birthday. She was going with Joe, a strapping young jock who had already signed a letter of intent to play football at Penn State. Callie would not be going away to college next year. Her father was very overprotective and wanted his little girl to stay little forever. He expected her to help around the house, and that was her main responsibility since her mother had passed away. He planned to keep her home, and maybe let her take a few courses at the community college, if she was able to keep up with housework and school.

"Callie, remember, your curfew is midnight. And Joe, please be careful and very respectful with my princess." said her father. 

"Don't worry Mr. Curtis, I'll take good care of her."

Mr. Curtis didn't like the sound of that... but what could he do? She had begged him for weeks to be allowed to go to the prom after Joe asked her. She didn't even want any birthday gifts this year, just his permission to attend the prom. He knew Joe was the most popular boy in school, and his little girl wanted to get a fancy dress and go to the prom so badly. He was worried about what could happen after the prom, but he had talked to her extensively about the importance of her remaining a virgin, and he warned her to be a good girl. 

"Alright you two, have fun!" Callie's father gave her a kiss on the forehead and squeezed her arm hard hoping it would remind her of the talk they had earlier about her behavior. But she seemed distracted, so excited, and staring at Joe.

Daddy stayed up to wait for her to get home. He didn't plan on asking her all about it until the morning, but he wanted to know what time she got in. At around 1 am, he finally heard Joe's car outside and he went to the window to take a look. He saw the two of them in the car, Callie looking at Joe, Joe reach over and open her door for her. No kiss or anything. Callie got out, and Joe slammed the door behind her and drove off quickly. Daddy shook his head, "That's no way to treat my princess he thought." But he was relieved that they hadn't been kissing in front of the house, and so he went to sleep. 

Callie crept quietly up the stairs to her room. She slowly took off her prom dress and crown, and put on a nightgown. It was a short pink one, with flowers and ruffles. She thought a moment, and then she slipped off her panties as well. She was exhausted, and a little upset about how Joe had acted. She curled up in her white iron bed, with white ruffle sheets and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Daddy came in her room with strawberry Poptarts and orange juice on a tray. She was still asleep, his little angel. He noticed her panties in the middle of the floor, and picked them up to toss them in the hamper, slightly annoyed that they were left on the floor. But once in his hand, he noticed that they were damp. He ran his fingers over the wet crouch, then stuffed them in his pocket and gently shook her leg. He noticed that she hadn't replaced the dirty panties with clean ones and he caught a glimpse of her "kitty", and shook his head again. Callie needed a talking to.

"Wake up, Princess. I brought you some breakfast." 

"Thank you Daddy." she sighed while waking up. She sat up in bed, stretching and yawning. He placed the tray on her lap. 

"Callie, you may eat, and then clean up after yourself." She noticed him glance at where her privies are when he said that. "After that, please meet me in my bedroom."

Callie was a little worried, was she in trouble? She had gotten home a bit later than curfew. But it was a special night! Surely he would understand. 

"Ok Daddy..."

Callie ate her pop tarts and drank the OJ in her room. Afterwards she got up to get dressed. She realized she didn't have undies on! She wondered why for a moment and then remembered that they were wet last night... and so she took them off. But where were they now... uh oh. She looked on the floor and in the hamper, and then she really started to get worried. Had Daddy found them?! She better get to his room as quickly as possible if he is mad. She went into her bathroom and got a wash cloth. She soaked it in warm water, and then slowly dragged it across her privies to make sure they were all clean. She pulled on a new pair of panties, pink cotton and threw on a pair of denim shorts and a white tank. She walked the long hall way to Daddy's room. When she got to the door she knocked.

"Come in."

Callie pushed open the door. She saw her father sitting on the bed, with the pair of her panties on his lap, in his hand. 

"Ye...yes Daddy?" she stammered.

"Callie, come sit beside me." She obeyed. 

"What are these?"

"My undies Daddy?"

"Yes, and do you know where I found them little girl? On the floor of your bedroom. Not in the hamper where dirty panties go. But worse yet, touch them here..." He roughly grabbed her hand and forced her fingers into the crouch of the panties. She felt the wetness.

"Why are they wet?"

Callie started to cry. He shook his head at her.

"Stand up little girl. Shorts and panties off, if you are even wearing any. You are getting a spanking."

"But Daddy, please no! I'm still a virgin, I promise!"

"Well we will just see about that... no more backtalk young lady! I don't like repeating myself. Shorts and panties off, and over my lap, NOW!"

Callie turned a bright red but complied. She was trembling as she slowly undid the button on her shorts and slipped them down over her thighs. She stepped out of them and looked at her daddy.

"Daddy, can I please leave my undies on?"

"You most certainly may not, young lady. And for questioning me, you are going to get 10 extra spanks already, so I suggest you get those panties off NOW and get ready for your punishment."

Callie looked at the floor. "Yes sir." She hooked her fingers in the band of her pink cotton panties and slid them down. He stared hard at her little pussy. She stood next to her father, and then laid down over his lap. She felt something hard poking her in the tummy.

"Now, put your hands on your head. If they come off, I'll have to start over." Her Daddy was a strong man. His left hand rested on the small of her back, holding her in place. With his right hand he slowly started rubbing her buttocks. She cringed with shame. 

"Now, little girl. I want you to tell me exactly what you let Joe do to you last night. Did he kiss you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Where?"

"On my mouth... and on my neck."

"Where else?"

"On my nippies..."

"Anywhere else?"

"No Daddy. He wanted to kiss me down below... but I wouldn't let him."

"Good girl. But you will still have to be punished for kissing a boy and letting him put his mouth on your nipples."

With that, Daddy brought the first blow down on to Callie's tender little bottom. He alternated, striking first the left and then the right with an open palm. Callie automatically started sniffling and sobbing, it hurt, and she was so embarrassed to be getting a spanking from her Daddy after her prom night. Daddy spanked her 5 times on each cheek.

"Now, young lady, what else did you let Joseph do to you? And absolutely no lying, because Daddy always knows when you are lying and your punishment will be much more severe."

"I don't know Daddy..."

He brought his hand down extra hard on her ass. She cried out "Owww!! Daaaaddy!"

"I SAID, what else did he do to you?! Did he touch your little girl parts?!"

Callie said through sobs and sniffles, "Yes Daddy... I'm so sorry, he put his hand in my panties... I didn't want him to, and I asked him to stop but he pushed one finger in there! It hurt..."

"Bad, bad, little girl. I hope your cherry is still intact young lady."

With that Daddy proceeded to give Callie another 10 spanks on each cheek this time. She was crying hard by now.

"I'm sorry Daddy! I'm so sorry! I promise to be a good girl, please, please!"

"Callie, you have been very naughty. You are acting like a dirty little slut! Letting a boy touch your privates on prom night! I should have never let you go!"

Daddy continued spanking. By now he was breathing hard and his cock was fully hard as well. As he spanked her, his daughter's belly rubbed against it and he was starting to lose control.

He stopped spanking. "Callie, is that all you did? Or is there even more?"

"No daddy, I promise that's it!"

"You remember my warning about lying, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy! I'm not lying to you, I want to be a good girl now. Joe asked me if I would put his pee pee in my mouth and I started crying and said no. He was so mad at me. That's when he said it was time for me to go home, and he drove me back here. I promise Daddy! That's all!"

"Good girl. Shhhh, now." Daddy slowly rubbed her tushy, and Callie's cries started to subside. 

"I'm so sorry Daddy!" 

"I know you are sweetheart. But your punishment is not over. You have been so, so bad. Daddy needs to teach you a lesson. You can not behave like this, it's not how I raised you."

"I know Daddy..."

"Good. So next, I need to see if you still have your little cherry. I have to check."

"Ohh no Daddy, please not again!"

"Young lady, I suggest you comply unless you want more spanks!"

"No! No more spanks, please, please, I will be good!" Callie begged.

"That's right... you will." With that he stopped rubbing her butt cheeks and slowly slid his hand in between her legs. 

"That's my girl... Daddy's going to make sure his princess is still the good little girl she should be..."

With that, he pinched one of her vagina lips between his two fingers and slid up and down one, and then the other one. Then he moved his finger up to her clit and circled it a few times. Then back down her opening and slowly he slipped his finger in between the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet... he felt his cock stir and he instinctively used the hand on her back to push her further towards his raging hard on. He shoved his cock into her tummy and was rubbing it on her. He inched his finger inside slowly, wriggling it in between her lips and into her hole.

"Daughter!! Your privates are soaking! You are even naughtier than I thought you were... Callie this is not good at all, how could you do this!"

"Wha, what? I'm sorry Daddy... I don't know... what's going on? It keeps getting wet, I try to stay clean, but I just don't know.."

"Naughty, naughty girl. Were you this wet last night when Joe put his finger in you?"

"Yes, I think so Daddy, he said it was really wet, and that I must want his... his... cock in me."

"And is that what you wanted?"

"No! No Daddy, you told me... " she was breathing heavier now as he wiggled his finger inside of her. "You told me not to let a boy ... do that. So I didn't...mmm...want to!"

"That's my good girl." He wiggled his finger further into her. "Well, I have good news." He said as he continued to finger her, in and out of his little girl's pussy. "You are still a virgin. Your cherry is intact. The bad news is, now that you have done this, it won't be allowed to stay that way for much longer."

Her eyes opened wide. What did he mean?? He slid his finger out of her. 

"Get on your knees in front of me little girl."

She did as she was told right away this time. She didn't want any more spanks! Her tushy was red and stinging already. He stayed sitting on the bed and he started to undo his belt buckle. She started at what he was doing, and looked terrified.

"Now Callie. You did something very bad to Daddy. You made Daddy's pee pee get hard because your little girl parts were so wet. Do you know what that means? Is that what you did to Joe last night?"

"I don't know Daddy, I think so?"

"Yes I think so too. When your privies are so wet, this is what happens. You cause a man's pee pee to get hard. And then there's only one thing to do."

With that he pulled out his erect penis and started slowly stroking it with his hand. 

"You need to put this in your mouth princess. Since you made it hard, you have to suck on it like a lollipop. Put Daddy's cock in your mouth."

She was nervous. His pee pee was way bigger than Joe's. She had seen it last night, he took it out and asked her to do this, put it in her mouth, but she said no! Now she was confused though. Daddy said not to fool around with boys, but now he said if you make them hard you have to suck on them? She didn't understand but she didn't want to get spanked again so she opened her mouth and came forward towards his thing. She slowly lowered her mouth down over it. It tasted funny. There was something coming out of the hole at the top, just a little. She started to lick it just like a lollipop or an ice pop like he had said. 

"Mmmm, that's right. Very good girl. Daddy is so proud of you. You are doing a good job! That's my baby girl."

He put his hand in her hair and started to push her head down further. She felt his dick rubbing her throat and she didn't like it, she felt like she might choke! But she tried very hard to keep sucking to make her daddy happy. It was very big though, and her little pink lips were stretched to the max. A tear dropped down from her eye. 

"Good, good girl Callie. Daddy likes that very much. Mmm, ohhh yeaaa baby girl."

Suddenly daddy popped his cock out of her mouth. 

"Get on the bed."

Callie stood up and before she could even crawl on to the bed herself, he had already pushed her down. She was laying on her back and in an instant he was on top of her. He had pushed his pants and boxers down and was holding her still by her shoulders with both hands.

"Now little girl, Daddy is going to make you his. This is why you can't go away to college next year. You have to stay home and be a good girl for daddy. No more other boys touching you. From now on, only Daddy will touch you. Daddy is going to use your body however he wants, every day, because you belong to him. And this is what good little girls do. They please their Daddies! Do you want to be a good little girl Callie??"

She was so scared but she nodded yes. She did want to be good, she always had. She wanted to do whatever Daddy said and be a good girl!

"Good girl! That's my angel."

With that he pushed in between her legs and took his cock in his hand. He positioned it at her private opening and pushed the head inside. She was so wet that it wasn't too difficult, but she was also extremely tight. She cried out a little "Uhh, Daddy, it hurts me..."

"Only for a minute my princess."

With that he shoved it in all the way, feeling her cherry give way. She cried a bit, knowing that her virginity was gone, and that her Daddy had taken it. She felt so ashamed and dirty.

"Ohhh yessss. Oh that's it baby girl, it's gone now. Don't worry... Daddy is so proud of you Callie!"

He started to push in and out, in and out, of her. She was breathing heavy and so was he. He wasn't fucking her too hard, he wanted to go easy on her the first time. But it felt amazing, she was so tight and wet. He groped at her tiny titties with his big hand. 

"What a good girl you are! You are making Daddy so happy. Daddy's pee pee feels so good in your prives, doesn't it little girl??"

She didn't know what to say.... "Yes Daddy, I think so..."

"Good girl."

With that he stopped talking and concentrated on pis-toning in and out of his daughter's pussy. He shoved his cock in and out over and over until he finally felt it coming. 

"Now little girl, daddy has a special treat for you!"

She was feeling woozy, she was getting very warm and she didn't know what was happening to her. "You... you do, Daddy?"

"Yes princess just for you. When you are a really good girl, you can make Daddy's white stuff come out. Do you want Daddy's white stuff to come out?"

She was getting so hot now, she felt like something was about to happen, but she didn't know what. "Yes... yes... Daddy... I want to be... a good good girl....ahhhh!"

"That's it my angel, that's it!"

He felt her pussy tighten on his cock, she was cumming! He couldn't believe his little slut daughter was cumming on his dick. It sent him over the edge. He pulled his cock out of her and sputtered his semen all over her belly. 

"Uhhhhhh" he grunted, "Ohhh, good girl Callie! What a good little girl you were for Daddy!"

He finished cumming all over her tummy. Then he stroked her hair and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"I love you so much my baby girl. Daddy will always take good care of you. I am so proud of you. You were such a good girl. No more punishments, for today."

She looked up at him with big eyes, she did love him and trust him so much. "I love you too Daddy."

"Good, good girl." He said stroking her hair. "Now, go take a bath. And then you need to get started on your chores. And I'd like you to make me lunch as well."

"Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want."

"Good girl."



Punished and Pleasured



I pause by your front door and check myself in a small hand mirror. Nothing stuck in my teeth, just a touch of gloss on my full pink lips. Flaming auburn hair falls in a riotous mass of curls past my curvy hips. The flared skirt of my black knit dress ends just above the knee and the neckline plunges almost low enough to reveal glimpses of my bra when I move.

I knock before I lose my nerve. You open the door and a wave of desire hits me with visceral force. I lick my lips in nervous anticipation and I can see my own lust mirrored in your eyes. You grasp my hand and lead me inside, never breaking eye contact. Your hair is still wet from the shower and I can smell a sexy combination of warm skin and a trace of cologne. You swing the door shut behind me and press me back into the cool wooden surface knowing I love your domination of me. Your big warm hand grasps my hip while you bury the other in my curly hair. I am glad for the support of the door at my back and your strong chest pressed against me. If you kiss me I might just melt into a puddle on the floor.

Almost before the thought crosses my mind your lips brush mine in a feather light caress. Your gentle kisses only tease me and leave me hungry for more. Feeling a little aggressive, I nip your sexy lower lip and sooth the sting with a flick of my tongue. You growl against my mouth and deepen your kiss, giving me what I want. I pour all of my passion into the kiss, meeting your tongue in a duel of lust. I clutch your broad shoulders with trembling fingers. Your hand moves up my ribs to my breast. My nipples harden into tight little points and when you brush one with your thumb my gasp is swallowed by your sensual chuckle. You have such power over me. You break our kiss and step back. The gleam in your eye makes me shudder with both delight and apprehension.

"You have been a very naughty girl this week." Your voice is low and sinister. I trust you with my life but the dangerous look you give me is intense and my punishment will be difficult. "You sent me lots of naughty messages while I was trying to work." I remain silent knowing that if you want me to say anything you will ask. You walk to the couch and sit down on the center cushion. "Come here." You pat your lap and my already wet little pussy weeps with helpless moisture. This is my favorite punishment.

I walk toward you and raise my flared skirt up to my hips revealing black lace panties. I drape myself across your lap and I know you like my panties. They are boy-cut and my plump cheeks peek out at the bottom. You caress my full rounded ass and run your fingers up and down the soaked crotch of my panties. My breath comes quicker when you slip a finger inside to slowly rub my clit. You slide your finger up and press the now wet tip against my asshole. I moan a little and move my hips trying to make you push your finger in but just when I feel my tight little hole relax to accept your entry you pull back.

"Not yet my naughty little slut, first we have to take care of your punishment. I think fifty should be enough to teach you to behave yourself." I shiver and try to prepare myself. You have never made me take fifty before and I am just a little frightened and even more turned on at the same time. I feel you pull my panties down to my knees, leaving my creamy round cheeks bared to your hungry gaze. When the first slap falls my breath catches in my throat and you quickly follow up with four more hard swats to my right cheek. My eyes water but I remain still and silent. I want make you happy so I have to take my punishment like a good slave. Five more stinging slaps and my right cheek is a bright flaming red in contrast with the left one, still a cool creamy white. You caress the hot flesh letting me know you are pleased with me. Ten hard, fast slaps land on my left cheek and I strain to keep quiet. You like it when I cry but not too soon. My arms erupt in goose flesh and I whimper low in my throat when you deliver ten more sharp slaps to the right side. Tears fill my eyes and the next ten swats land with sharp cracks on my left cheek. I cry out softly but I don't try to squirm away. With your free hand you reach inside the top of my dress and into my bra. The last five slaps are delivered slowly, harder than any you have given before and you punctuate each with a rough pinch to my right nipple. Tears trickle down my cheeks and I am quietly crying in earnest now. You find my left nipple with your large blunt fingers and I finally break and cry out loud as you administer the final five swats and pinches.

"Good girl. Good girl." You murmur quietly, caressing my flaming ass. You guide me off your lap and then to my feet. I am still trembling so you draw my panties the rest of the way to the floor and help me step out of them, leaving my sexy stilettos on my feet. You strip my dress over my head to better admire your work. Dropping kisses on my shoulders you guide me ahead of you into the bedroom. I lean forward to pull back the fluffy comforter and sheet, careful to present you with the best view of my sore ass and wet pussy.

You softly kiss the places you so recently abused. I moan a little at the soothing pleasure of your actions. You unhook my bra and turn me to face you. You love my breasts. They are very large with big sensitive nipples. You slip the straps off my shoulders and follow the receding lacy fabric with your hungry lips. The bra hits the floor at the same moment you throw me back onto your big bed and devour my tight aching nipples. You suck and bite and soothe with your tongue in devastating combinations. I am panting and I can feel the slick moisture from my throbbing pussy run down the crack of my ass. You kiss slowly down my heaving torso.

"Oh god! Please lick me!" I squeal in a hoarse voice. You chuckle against the soft skin of my belly, loving how badly I need you. Your strong hands guide my knees high up to my chest. I grasp my thighs and you look at me. I am spread open and exposed to your view, folded nearly double with my knees on either side of my big breasts. I love this feeling of being helpless and exposed to you.

You strip off your clothes and open the bedside drawer. You retrieve a bottle of lube and place it on the bed next to me. I close my eyes and pluck at my nipples as you lick slowly all over my pussy. You spear your tongue into me and swirl it around, caressing me deep inside. Your fingers dig into my still stinging ass. I start to babble incoherently when you trap my clit between your lips and batter it with the tip of your tongue. Just when I am about to cum you pull back leaving me panting.

"Please fuck me! Please! I need to feel your big cock stretch me open." The words are barely audible whispers of desperation and trail off into nothing when you rest my ankles on your shoulders. I can feel you forcing the broad head of your huge cock against my very aroused pussy. I am slick and dripping wet but still you have to work hard to get it in. I make little whimpers of pleasure and pain as my tight little cunt stretches to accommodate your incredible girth. You feel so good. I finally feel your pubic bone bump my clit and my hips twist and roll uncontrollably, needing you to fuck me faster.

You move slowly, fucking me at your own pace with long smooth strokes. Every time I get close to climax you stop. You hold my hips still and kiss me deeply or suck my tingling nipples. I can feel the muscles of my pussy ripple up and down the shaft of your dick. Just when I am sure I will go crazy if you don't let me cum you slide all the way out. When I hear the little snick of the cap on the lube I know what you plan to do next and I could almost cum just imagining it. You apply the slippery liquid liberally both to your rock hard dick and my very tight asshole. I feel you slide the tip of your dick over my asshole but you don't try to push inside yet.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass. I want to hear you beg for it." You bump a little harder against my tightly closed asshole but I know you won't fuck me yet, not until I give you what you want. I want it so bad. You have never tried to fuck my ass and I am frightened and aroused at the same time.

"Please fuck my ass! I-I need your big cock inside me! Please! I need to cum so bad! Please fuck me! Aaaahhhh!" With each desperate word that falls from my panting lips you push harder against my asshole. My scream of combined pleasure and pain echoes off the walls when you finally force the head of your dick into my ass. "Oh shit! You feel so big! You are splitting me apart! Oh God! Please don't stop!" You lower my legs to your waist and I wrap them around you tightly. Your entry seems never-ending but finally you have your huge cock buried fully in my asshole. It feels so good and in my passion I bite the corded muscle where your shoulder meets your neck. You growl and hold yourself still above me.

"Now fuck me! I want you to cum on my big dick." Your words spur me to even greater heights of passion. I fuck you hard and fast working my tightly stretched asshole over your thick shaft. My squeals ring in our ears. I reach down and rub my slippery clit, desperate to cum. I force your cock full length into my ass and scream out loud when my orgasm hits me. You begin moving again, full-length powerful strokes. You slam deep in my ass and my orgasms chain together in incredible waves. You throw your head back and roar as your hot cum shoots up inside me. The pleasure is so intense that my vision goes gray at the edges and my body flashes hot and cold. You collapse on top of me, slowing your strokes, letting my body calm and come to a stop. Finally we are still and we lay there for a moment with your still thick but softening dick in my ass.

"So how naughty do I have to be to get you to do that again?" I whisper mischievously in your ear once I can find the words to speak. Your exhausted chuckle against the side of my neck tells me we will be doing this again very soon.



Punished as a Family



I stand in the kitchen, making supper, with our 18 year old daughter Kimmy. I hear the front door open and you walk in from work. From the foyer you yell "Sarah! Kimmy! Get over here!" We rush to the door to see you standing there, furious. "I thought I told you two I wanted you here, to greet me when I got home from work every day." 

"I'm sorry sir. We were making dinner." I look down at the ground. "I lost track of time."

"That's no excuse Sarah! Get in the bedroom, both of you!"

I take Kimmy by the hand and we walk to the bedroom. "Are we in trouble mom?" she asks.

"Baby, just do what he says. Just like you always do." We stand beside the bed and wait to be told what to do. 

You sit on the edge of the bed and look us up and down. "Strip. Now."

Kimmy looks at me and I nod. She pulls the straps of her pink sundress down and lets it fall to the ground, stepping out of it. Her young, pale body nearly naked now. Long blond hair falling just below her shoulders. Big blue eyes staring at you. She pulls her white panties down and steps out of them as well. Slightly embarrassed by her nakedness and tries to cover up a little, crossing her arms. You look her up and down slowly and nod in approval. I pull my shirt up over my head and undo my red, lacy bra. I let it fall off my firm breasts and to the ground. I unbutton my skinny jeans and shimmy out of them and my thong, which matches my bra. I take my hair out of its pony tail and shake my long brown hair. I can see the bulge in your pants start to rise. I smirk knowing this is turning you on.

"I'll teach you to not greet me at the door. Get over here Kimmy." You pull her by the wrist and lay her across your lap. She grunts as you spank her ass red. "Now you." You say as you point at me. I walk over and lay across your lap. My titts jiggle as you spank me hard. My pussy starts to get wet at the excitement. Our daughter watches as you punish me. You push me off your lap and on to the floor. You stand up and pull your shirt over your head, and slip off your pants and boxers, exposing your already hard cock. You lay on your back on the bed. "Slut, you better not leave me waiting much longer. Get on this."

"Yes sir." I climb on the bed and straddle your cock. Taking your cock slowly. You grab my hips and ram your cock into me. I moan loudly. 

"Babygirl, get over here and let me taste your sweetness." You pull Kimmy onto you.

"Yes daddy." She straddles your face, letting her daddy eat her out. Licking and sucking her young clit and virgin hole. Testing her sweet juices while I still ride your cock hard. I watch you and our daughter and get even more turned on. I start to moan more and more as I feel myself getting close. 

You push Kimmy off of you. "This isn't about you, bitch! You're not cumming before me!" You push me off your cock and onto the floor. "Baby girl, show your mother how good you've gotten at making me cum." She gets off the bed and kneels between your legs. She grabs your cock in one hand and takes your cock in her mouth. Very juvenilely she sucks on your cock, up and down. It looks even bigger in her small hands, and she can't even get half of it in her mouth. You put your hand on her head and push down, making her gag. I walk over and kneel beside her. I run my hand down her back and caress her ass. She takes your cock out of her mouth and I take it from her. We take turns sucking you off until you're about to cum. 

"Cum on your little sluts, daddy." I say as we look up at you. You pull your cock out of your daughter's mouth and cum all over our face's and chests. We gladly accept it. You cock slap us in the face, hard.

"That'll teach you. You'll meet me at the door tomorrow, wont you?"

"Yes sir." We say in unison.