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The Punishment

By: ChaoticLil



Finally i’m off work and on my way home. Master told me that if i cleaned the kitchen well enough He would have a surprise for me. “You can eat off that floor”, i tell myself happily as i’m driving into the garage. Getting out of the car i notice Jodie’s little convertible parked inside. “i wonder if she’s part of my surprise?” Grinning, i open the side door and go inside. 

Walking into the kitchen I’m surprised to see the refrigerator pulled out from against the wall. A minute later Master comes in from the living room with a naked Jodie behind Him. “I thought I had told you to thoroughly clean the kitchen little one?”

“i thought it was clean Sir.” i replied meekly.

“Does this look clean?” Master asks.

“No Sir, it doesn’t.” i answer.

“Finish cleaning, then shower and meet us in the bedroom.” Master and Jodie then leave the kitchen. 

Taking my clothes off i begin cleaning. Horrified that Master would even look behind the fridge i scrub harder. As i’m cleaning i can hear Master and Jodie playing, her cries of pleasure loud and clear, soaking my pussy with my thoughts. Finally, i finish behind the fridge and decide to clean behind the stove too. Finishing the kitchen i clean again, making sure that everything is spotless. Checking once again i’m satisfied of my work and go shower. 

Walking it the bedroom i walk to Master and kneel, waiting for His instructions. “Did you finish what I asked, little one?” Master inquires. 

“Yes Sir, the whole kitchen is clean.” i reply.

“you’ve taken the trash out then, little one?” states Master.

My heart drops. “But Master i thought we agreed that it’s to be used only as punishment?”

“you didn’t clean the kitchen as commanded, so it is punishment.” Master answers softly. 

“Yes Sir, i understand.” i respond. “i will take it out right now.”

“And without getting dressed,” adds Master.

Getting up i go back into the kitchen, gather up the trash, and take it out… naked. When the wind hits my nipples, they immediately get hard. Here i am, completely naked with a bag of trash, nipples hard and jewelry shining in the sunlight. Last time i did that i was almost caught but that was at night. This time i’m in broad daylight; anyone can see me. Dropping the trash in the dumpster i walk back, acting as if nothing is wrong. i notice that i’m beginning to get aroused and begin to wonder what else Master is going to do. Getting back to the door i reach to open it but it’s locked. Walking to the front door I find that too is locked, as is the back door. Embarrassed, i knock and wait for Master to answer. Nothing…. i knock again and wait. Finally Master opens the door. 

“Yes, slave?” He asks. 

Lowering my eyes i reply, “Master, i respectfully request entrance inside Your home.”

“And?” Master responds.

“And that I apologize for not properly cleaning the kitchen as You had commanded.”

“And?” He continues.

“I will make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Very good slave; you may come in.” Moving away from the door Master finally allows me passage into the house.

Stopping at the doorway i kneel in front of Master, and gently kiss His feet. “Thank you Sir”. Getting up i walk to the sink, wash my hands and go into the bedroom. Again i kneel, waiting for Master to return. In my humility i didn’t even notice that Jodie was no longer on the bed until i hear her behind me. Suddenly I feel something around my eyes, covering them. I then feel something being shoved into my mouth and held there by the straps being tied behind my head.

“This is the last thing you will hear little one. Master is allowing me to take you first as punishment for disobeying Him. You will be without sight or sound; completely at my will and without Him.” Jodie then inserts earplugs into my ears. Guiding me to the bed she puts me on my stomach and restrains each hand and foot, binding them to the sides of the bed with ropes. She then moves away, leaving me in darkness and silence. Knowing that struggling is futile i wait. 

All of a sudden i feel a sharp sting. One by one the cane hits my ass. One by one my ass gets hotter, redder. i can feel the cane getting harder, striping my ass with each strike. i try to cry out, but nothing comes out of my mouth. Tears wet the edges of my eyes, soaking the blindfold. Then, as suddenly as it started it stopped. i wait, knowing that she isn’t finished with me, and yet not knowing what to expect next. 

As hot as the caning made my ass, the ice wand was quite a shock. Slowly Jodie draws patterns on my body with it. i try to move away from it, but being bound i am unable to. All of these different sensations are making my pussy ache. As if she had heard my thoughts she runs her hand slowly down between my ass cheeks and stops right on top of my pussy. Feeling her breath near my ear I can barely make out her words. “I see Master’s slave is horny even with her punishment. So, I wonder how much of a slut you really are.” Gradually, she fucks me with the wand, first rubbing it on my aching pussy then slowly inserts it inside. The cold made me jump, but Jodie didn’t miss a beat. Still fucking me, she puts a vibe on top of my clit. Not being able to contain myself any longer i cum breaking the now slender piece of ice into two pieces deep inside my cunt. I feel her moving away, leaving me alone once again.

Suddenly I feel someone sit on the bed. Stroking me, i relax and then without warning they grab my hair and pull back hard. My head comes off the bed and I feel someone next to my ear, their warm breath flowing down my neck. Hearing a chuckle i freeze; this isn’t Master. i can hear a muffled conversation, but am unable to make out any words. i’m not alone, and i have no idea who else is here. Feeling my hands and feet being unbound i sigh, maybe my punishment is over. The thought of playing has me aroused again and i smile inside. Before i have a chance to relax my hands are bound behind me and chains are attached to my nipple rings. i am led to the living room and guided to the floor. Restraints are put on my thighs and i feel something hard spreading my legs apart while i’m put on my knees. Again, my hands are released but are immediately bound to my thighs. A pillow is put under my head to keep me from being shoved into the floor and under my hips to help elevate my ass. i am left there alone, not knowing who is there looking at me; my ass waiting for anyone who desires it. 

Without warning i feel someone mount me, their cock burying itself deep inside my ass. i try to scream, but i’m unable to with the gag in my mouth. Slowly and forcibly he fucks me, grabbing my hips and pushing me towards him with each thrust. Through the earplugs I can hear muffled laughter and conversation; are they talking about me?

Deeper his cock plunges inside me; going further than i thought was possible. He is much larger than Master but not as thick, the new feelings making me wetter. I try to get the gag off but the ties are firm, it won’t budge. Unable to make a sound I lie there immersed in the sensations within me. Feeling him about to cum I tighten my muscles, carrying him over the edge. Spent, he releases me only for another to take his place.

This one fucks me slow and steady, building up ever so gently. Taking a vibe he inserts it deep inside my pussy. I can feel his cock thrusting deep inside me, the vibe vibrating me, getting me hotter and hornier. As if someone had read my mind my gag is removed and a cock replaces it. Someone is holding me up and playing with my nipples, rubbing and pinching them while each cock fucks me at the exact rhythm, my body being used for the purpose it’s intended. Suddenly i feel my ass being filled, the cock throbbing with its release. As he pulls away the one in my mouth replaces him and before I can say anything another fills my mouth. my hands are released and placed so i can hold myself up; underneath i feel a mouth on my breast slowly sucking a nipple while a hand plays with the other. 

Holding on for as long as I can, I finally cum. I can feel my pussy juices wetting the insides of my legs, my release throbbing against the cock in my ass. i feel his cock pulsate, his hot cum coating my insides. The one in my mouth pulls out. i wait panting, expecting to feel him enter me but instead i feel a wetness on my face. i stick out my tongue to catch what i can of his orgasm, eagerly licking all i can off of my face. The one under me moves away, leaving me alone again. I don’t dare speak, not knowing what is going to happen next. 

Suddenly i feel someone remove the bar from between my legs while the pillow is removed from under my hips. i am guided down to the floor and left there. Resting i wonder what’s next; “Master can’t possibly be finished with me,” i say to myself.

Gently, i feel someone stroking my body; first lightly and then with more force. Lying there i enjoy the massage; relaxing into it and forgetting about everything else. All of a sudden they stop; leaving me alone once again. Frustrated i begin to whimper and then stop when i feel a hard slap on my ass. Someone then takes out my earplugs and unties the blindfold. “Sit up slave,” Master commands. i sit up immediately. The light is unbearable and it takes me a minute for my eyes to adjust. Blushing i count six people, including Master and Jodie. i’ve seen the men talking to Master just last week, but have never met them before. “I have a task for you little one,” Master begins. “If you can tell me which one of us was pleasuring your breasts you can choose to have anyone here do whatever you wish. But, if you are incorrect, you will have to pleasure each one of us. So chose wisely.” Looking around i realize that i have no idea. i’m pretty sure i would be able to determine if it was Jodie or Master, but that leaves four others; two men and two women. One of the men has a full beard, so i count him out, but that still leaves three. Three men fucked me, but couldn’t one of them also have been sucking my breast? i try to look at the other man but i can’t tell if he has freshly shaved. He also doesn’t have his hands in view so I am unable to study them. One woman is naked; she is smiling at me stroking her glistening pussy while the other is engaged in conversation with Jodie. Studying their faces gives me no clue so i finally take a deep breath and guess. “I believe it was her Sir,” i answer, pointing at the smiling woman. Hearing a loud chuckle i look at what once was a bearded man. “I told you she would pick Sara,” he says to Master. Dumbstruck, I look at Master. “Not everything is as it appears, little one,” He begins. “Maybe this lesson will help you understand that.” “i understand Sir,” i reply, smiling. “Whom shall i start with Master?” “you may start with Tom,” Master answers. “I want you last.” “As You wish Sir.” 

Approaching the once bearded man, i kneel. “What is your desire?” i ask sheepishly. “Take off my shirt, slut.” Tom replies gruffly. Unbuttoning his shirt i gradually open it, exposing his nipples. Leaning over I place my lips on one, gently kissing and licking it; feeling it come alive with my touch. Leaning back he moans, a smile forming on his face. Moving to the other nipple i gently suck. i can see his cock growing in his pants, thinking to myself that he must have been the first one; the one who first took my ass. Reaching down to unbutton his pants he stops me. Puzzled, i look at him “No, slut. Not until I tell you to. Remember, you’re pleasuring ME.” “Yes Sir,” i reply. Nibbling on his neck, i continue playing with his nipples. i can tell he is enjoying it by the sounds he is making. I want so much to touch him…. to feel his cock in my hands. Instead I continue to nibble on him, trailing my bites from his neck down one arm and up the other. Getting up, Tom takes my hand, and then guides me to the middle of the room. “Undo my pants,” Tom commands; which i obey at once. Unbuttoning his pants they fall to the floor, his hard-on begging to be touched. Falling to my knees i can see his cock in front of me. Reaching between his legs i gently caress his balls. Bringing my tongue to his cock, i make small circles around the tip, licking off the precum. i take his cock into my mouth, feeling it slide down my throat. “Oh, yes!” Tom grunts as his cock fucks my face. Deeper into my mouth his massive cocks goes. Afraid that i may take too much at once, i back off. Tom immediately grabs the back of my head and forces his cock deeper inside. Panicking momentarily I finally relax, allowing his cock further down my throat. Feeling his cock begin to throb i smile knowing what prize i’m about to be rewarded with. Instead, he pulls out of my mouth, cumming all over my breasts. Gently holding it I lick him clean, tasting and savoring what was left. I begin to clean myself off but Master stops me. “you are to clean off only when I tell you to. I will allow you a little bit of dignity though, slut.” He then motions to Sara, who comes over. Smiling, she licks Tom’s cum off of me, first from one breast and then the other. Her talented tongue excites my entire body; my nipples hardening with each stroke and my pussy aching for just a touch. Finishing, she stands, her pussy right in front of me. Lifting my hand i spread her lips, her swollen clit begging for release. Leaning forward i taste Sara, my tongue gently flicking back and forth on top of her button. Shuddering, Sara almost falls but i hold on to her, burying my face on top of her pussy. Feeling her pussy tremble i taste her cum, catching every drop with my tongue and mouth. Even before i get a chance to catch my breath, someone is already behind me. 

Turning around I find the other woman lying on the floor, naked with her legs spread wide open. Smiling, i move towards her, but the other man stops me. “It’s my turn now, slut. After you pleasure me I might allow you her.” He says to me gruffly. “Now lay down.” Pulling his pants down he brings out his cock and straddles me. Placing his cock between my breasts he fucks me, my breasts enveloping his entire member. Each thrust his cock peaks out from between my breast; I raise my head and lick. I can feel his precum lubing his fuck tunnel, making the way slicker. Faster he breathes, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. Just when I think he is fixing to cum he pulls away. Walking over to the other girl he pulls her to him and slams his cock into her pussy. i try to join, but Master tells me to wait. Waiting i see them both cum, his seed leaking out of her as he pulls out. Walking away the man calls out to me; “Clean her up slut. I may want to fuck her again later.” Going to her i lay down between her legs. Opening her gently, i begin to lick all of their orgasm from between her thighs. Slowly, i lick from around her cheeks and between her legs, making sure that everything is clean. Finally, i’m able to move to her pussy. Slowly i lick her pussy, gently sucking their cum away from every crevice. By now my own cunt is on fire, needing some kind of release. Deep inside my tongue goes inside her, probing and tasting the juices that are already there. Her hips move with my tongue trying desperately to pull it deeper inside her. My hand rubs her clit lightly, giving me more of her juices. Sighing she cums again, releasing herself to me. 

Pulling back I look at Master, He is smiling, nodding His head in approval. “Please, Master, fuck me,” i whisper, almost out of breath. “Now why would I want to do that, little one?” He replies smiling. “Looks to Me like you’ve had enough fucking for one day.” “Sir, i’ve fucked everyone like You commanded. Please, it’s my turn now. Fuck me Master, please.” i implore. Walking up to me Master stops. “It’s never your turn unless I say it is. Remember that little one. Besides, you forgot about Jodie.” Master walks out the room, leaving me in the middle of the floor. Getting up, i walk to Jodie. “Forgive me, i didn’t mean to leave you out.” “We’ll discuss that later.” She begins. “Pleasure me and I’ll let you know if it’s sufficient. I’ll give you two minutes to get whatever you want to use. Now go.” Rushing into the bedroom i grab a vibe, a dildo, lotion and some lube. When i get back into the living room i’m breathless and Master is still nowhere to be seen. Jodie is already lying down on the floor waiting. Positioning myself to her side i take out the lotion. Smiling, she turns on her stomach. Pouring lotion into my hands, i warm it before i rub it into Jodie. Slowly i massage it into her, starting at her shoulders and making my way down her back. i can feel the massage working; she relaxes and begins to moan softly. Pouring more lotion into my hands i slowly follow her muscles down each leg, kneading and rubbing her into complete relaxation, ending at her buttocks. Gently i massage her ass bringing my hand between her cheeks and towards her now soaking pussy. Turning over she waits for me to continue; i see a very content smile on her face. Starting at her feet i rub each one, following up each leg and deliberately missing her pussy. 

Moving up i lightly brush her breast. Moaning, she lifts her body trying to meet my hands. Grinning, i move them away so that they barely brush her body. Straining, she tries again; i move further away. Taking the vibe, i place it on her pussy and turn it on. Purring, she again brings her body to meet my hand; this time i move between her legs, spreading them wider. Bending down i taste her sweet juices; my own pussy aching for the same. Picking up the dildo I rub it against her cunt wetting it with her own juices. Inserting it deep inside her, i fuck her with it as i rub the vibe on her clit. Watching her I wait, knowing exactly when she is about to cum. Not to be disappointed, she begins to tremble. Placing my mouth on top of her clit i hum, bring her over the edge. Her hips levitate off the floor pushing herself into my face. Not missing a beat I pull out the dildo and catch ever drop of her essence. Lifting up i see Master standing, smiling. 

“Master,” i begin, “i’ve done everything You asked. Please, i need release. Fuck me, please.” “you have all the tools you need for release right in front of you, little one.” Master replies. “Use those.” Dumbfounded i look at Him. “Sir, i don’t want a dildo inside me, i want Your cock. Please Master, I’m begging You, please fuck me.” “You’ve had enough cock and pussy for tonight. If you want to be fucked again you will just have to do it yourself. Besides little one,” Continues Master, “you know i like to watch.” Master and Jodie then sit down. “As You wish Master,” i reply, knowing that any further discussion was fruitless. Finding a pillow, i place it under my hips, my ass positioned perfectly for Master’s view. Taking the vibe, i place it on top of my clit, the ring noticeably vibrating. My other hand caresses my breasts, lightly stroking and caressing them. Gently i pull on my nipple rings, sending sensations throughout my body. Sighing, i release myself into the pleasure i am receiving. My nipples become hard buds, i bring each one to my mouth and gently suck, my pussy aching for more. i can feel my wetness escape with a spot forming on the pillow under me. Reaching for the dildo, i place it inside my pussy, fucking myself deeply. My hips rock up and down, pleasuring the phantom lover that is on top of me. Gradually the ache becomes a want, the want a need. It is as if my pussy is on fire, the phantom teasing it but not allowing any release. 

“Master, i have to feel Your cock in my ass, please!” i beg one last time. Getting up, Master walks towards me, and stops. “Turn over slave.” i immediately turn over, waiting for Him. Positioning Himself behind me, Master places the tip of His cock at the entrance of my ass and pushes gently. Feeling Him i try to push back, but He stops me. Laughing He leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Beg for it slut.” “Please Sir, i need your cock,” i begin, “i have to have it, my body craves it. To feel Your cock thrusting in and out of my ass is the greatest feeling in the world. i need to feel it throbbing deep inside me again. Master, please fuck my ass. i need you there.” Suddenly Master pushes forward, His cock burying itself deep inside my ass. Grabbing my hair, Master pulls, using it as leverage and fucking my ass hard. In and out His cock pounds me, my ass getting hotter, wanting more. Spreading my legs wider, He drives His cock deeper inside me. Bringing His other hand around, he takes a nipple and twists, taking me over the edge. 


The Punishment



Screaming, i cum, my pussy throbbing against Master’s cock. Feeling my release, Master also cums; shooting deep inside me. Falling forward, we lie still for a moment, gathering our strength. Master sits up and begins softly stroking me, with everyone else joining shortly after. Leaning towards my ear Master whispers to me “Just wait until you see what I have planned for next week.”



The Punishment



She stood in front of me, her head down, her hands behind her back. She was wearing a short skirt, sandshoes with low socks, and a translucent blouse -- all designed to appeal and make her seem girlish and innocent. I could tell from the almost-smirk hinted on her face that the idea of a punishment appealed to her. On the other hand, she didn't know exactly what I had in mind, and before the day was finished, I had every intention of making her think twice about earning a punishment again.

"Look at me, young lady!" I commanded her. As she looked up, I held her eyes with a baleful stare. "You are well deserving of a punishment. My only question to you is: are you ready to go through with it?"

She hesitated just a little before answering. "Yes Master."

"Good. Now you have been a naughty little slut, haven't you?" When she didn't answer me, I hardened my stare, and asked in a harsher voice "Well, haven't you?"

"Yes Master."

"...And you deserve to be punished, don't you, slut?"

I could tell that the disapproving stare and harsh tones were starting to effect her, as her own voice held just a little quiver in it. "Yes Master."

"Very well then, young lady. You may beg me to punish you."

She was caught now, and for almost a minute I waited while she decided on how best to reply. Finally, she began to speak. "Master, I have been a naughty slut, and I deserve to be punished. Sir, punish me please? Punish me however you wish, but I beg you to punish me as I deserve. Please Master?"

I beckoned her closer. "Place yourself over my lap, raise your skirt, then ask me to spank you."

"Yes Master." She draped herself over my lap, then slowly raised her skirt until it was around her waist. As I had suspected, she hadn't work underwear. "Please Sir, spank me?"

Smack! I gave her two quick spanks, one on each cheek, with my entire hand, and heard her gasp. Then with determination, I began to work on one of her cheeks, converting it to glowing red. They were steady hard spanks, and I could hear her breath deepening as she began to squirm on my lap.

"Hold still, slut!" I commanded, then began to turn my attentions to her other cheek. For a moment, she was still, but soon the continuing spanking had her squirming once again, and was that a small sob I heard?

"Well, if you are not going to keep still, I shall have to keep you so myself." I used one hand to spread her legs apart slightly, then pushed two of my fingers deep into her cunt, and my thumb up her arse. Then holding her down with my fingers, I continued my spanking, moving back to the first cheek. She was openly crying now, although the wetness from her cunt was seeping down my fingers, so I knew that part of her was enjoying this also. My hand was aching, as I moved back to her other cheek, and brought that to the same red glow as her first cheek. In the process I had to fend off her hands as she tried to cover her butt, but a quick growl had her hands back at her skirt.

When I had completed the spanking, I withdrew my fingers from her cunt and her arse, then told her to stand on her feet, hold the skirt up and allow me to examine the results. She tottered to her feet, and then slowly turned around and raised her skirt. Her backside was as even a shade of deep red as I could make it, and I decided I was happy with the result.

"Excellent. Go stand in the corner with your face to the wall. Your nose it to touch the wall. Your hands are to remain at your sides holding your skirt up. Stay there until you are told you can move."

"Yes Master" she sniffed, and made her way to the corner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had made myself a mug of tea in the kitchen, and read through a chapter or two of the book I was currently reading. All this time, my naughty little slut had been standing in the corner, displaying the results of her well deserved spanking. Finally, I decided it was time to relent and move on to the next part of her punishment.

"Slut, come here and stand in front of me."

"Yes Master." She turned with obvious relief in her voice, and came to stand in front of me once again. Once again I caught her eyes with my glance.

"Are you ready to continue your punishment now?

There was a stunned expression on her face. "But... Master... haven't you already punished me?"

"No, young lady. I have merely begun to punish you. Now answer the question. Are you ready to continue?"

She caught her lip before answering. "Yes Master. I deserve to be punished in whatever manner you care to punish me. Please continue my punishment Sir."

"Very well. Go fetch your large anal plug. And be quick about it!"

"Yes Master." She ran off to her collection of toys, then returned with the plug.

"Bend over with your arse towards me, slut." She obeyed promptly. "Now spread your buttocks, hold them open." She reached back, and with an audible wince, grasped her cheeks and help them apart. Access to her arsehole was now simple. I took the plug, and slowly but steadily pushed it up into her arsehole, until it was all the way in. She gasped during the process, then groaned once it was entirely inside her.

"Now young lady, fetch me the nipple clamps and the chain." Again, she scampered over to her toy collection, and returned with two small clamps fixed to the end of a chain. "Hold your top open." As she held the top open, her arousal was made obvious by the state of her nipples -- both stood out hard. I took the clamps and fixed each one to a nipple. She gasped as the first one was attached, and then gave a small cry with the second. Then I let the chain drop between her tits, and told her to close her top.

"Now go into the kitchen and fill a jug with water and ice. Bring out the jug with two glasses."

She disappeared into the kitchen, and soon returned with the required ice water and glasses. I filled one glass to the brim, then held it out to her. "Drink, all of it." As she drank, I filled the second glass and set it aside. Then taking her now empty glass, I filled it again, and once again told her to drink it all. Then a third glass, which took her some time to drink.

"Good. Now go fetch your large dildo." She scampered back over to the toy collection, and returned with the gaily-coloured dildo. "Kneel here in front of me, and spread your legs." She quickly complied. "Now push the dildo up into your cunt as far as it will go. You are to keep it there until instructed otherwise."

"Yes Master." I watched as she pushed her skirt out of the way, then began to push the dildo into the depths of her hairless cunt. Slowly the dildo slid into her, until she was gasping and the base of the dildo was resting against the lips of her cunt. Her breathing was heavy now, and her face flushed."

"Good. I remind you, slut, that you are not to orgasm without permission. Now you can remain on your knees, and service my cock with your mouth."

For the next twenty minutes I enjoyed her mouth moving up and down the length of my cock, and her whimpers as her movements rocked the toys inside her arse and cunt, and brought her close to the orgasm she was not allowed. She was careful to keep her mouth wet and to take my cock deep into her throat, breathing on each upstroke, as I had taught her. I'm sure she realised that if she made any mistakes now, it would only make the punishment worse.

At the end of the twenty minutes, I told her to stop and to zip me back into my trousers. She tucked my cock away with a look of disappointment, then asked "Master, can I please go pee?"

"No, you may not," I replied harshly. "Instead, go fetch your wrist restraints and a vibrator." She rose slowly to her feet, and moved over to the toys, returning with black leather buckled restraints joined by a chain, and a large vibrator.

"Remove the dildo from your cunt," I commanded. She stood before me, and slid the juice-covered dildo from her cunt.

"Now turn around." I quickly secured her hands behind her back, then commanded her back to her knees with her arse in the air. Now the real fun would begin.

I gently peeled open her wet cunt lips, then began to trace the lips with the my tongue. With light caresses, my tongue traced up to where her clit lay exposed and throbbing, but not actually touching her clit. Then back down the other side of her cunt. Then over the outer lips as she shivered and gasped and tried to push back against my tongue.

"Do not move, slut!" I continued in this manner, tasting her, pushing my tongue slowly into her cunt, lapping gently just below her clit, ever so lightly just touching her clit with the very tip of my tongue, biting ah her inner thighs and cunt lips, sucking her cunt lips into my mouth. At no time did I give her enough stimulation to allow her to orgasm, but by now she was crying out and I knew it wouldn't be long before she begged for orgasm.

For the next half hour I continued, bringing her almost to the point of orgasm, but never allowing her to cum. Her body was shaking now, and she was constantly gasping and begging, pleading to be allowed an orgasm. I ignored her pleas completely, and just continued to my plan. I was waiting for something... and finally her begging for permission to orgasm was interrupted by another plea.

"Please Master, I need to pee!"

Again, ignoring her, I stopped my tongue work, and took the vibrator that lay close at hand, turned it on to a low setting, and pushed it into her cunt. Then quickly, I pulled the anal plug from her arse, and she almost screamed with the desperate need to orgasm. I quickly unbuckled my pants, and pulled out my cock, which was hardening quickly at the thought of what was to happen next.

Slowly, savouring the feeling, I pushed my cock deep into her arse, feeling the warmth, revelling in her cries. Then I began to fuck her arse hard, reminding her as her cries peaked that she wasn't allowed to orgasm. My cock was slamming into the depths of her arse, feeling the warmth, her incoherent cries, but holding off my own orgasm... waiting for the next event which I knew would have to come.

She wet herself, with a gush the urine pouring onto the floor, and at the height of her pissing herself, I slammed as hard into her arse as I could, turned the vibrator onto full, and ordered her to orgasm. With a scream she did, at much the same time as I exploded into her arse, and she collapsed into the puddle of urine in a heap.

When she became aware once more, I was quite positive she would realise just how well she had been punished!



The Punishment



I have been forgetting to do some of my tasks lately so you decide to teach me a lesson in a different way.

I am standing in front of you head bowed, hands behind my back, legs open wide and naked. You tell me that you are very disappointed with me, once again I have forgotten to do one of my simpler tasks. "I can't understand you, you remember to do the more difficult tasks; it is the easy ones you forget" you say. You continue “I have tried conventional methods of punishment with you, so now I am going to try something else with you”. I look at you fear in my eyes there is one thing I had thought of if I kept forgetting my tasks you could release me, send me away. As if you are reading my thoughts you say "No! It hasn’t come to that yet, but it could if you continue, so I want to make sure you don’t”

You then go on to explain that this is going to be a denial punishment, I'm not going to be allowed to touch, taste or feel you. But I am going to have to watch you be pleasured by someone else. As my mouth drops open you put in a ball gag, " that will stop you asking for release or to touch me " you say. I know we have joined others in before but it has always been a mutual thing. This is the first time it will be one sided. You tell me there is another twist in this punishment; I am going to be turned on through the whole thing but not allowed to do any thing about it.

You handcuff my wrists tight behind me. And sit me down and tie my legs spread eagle so I can't rub them together to get any pleasure that way. You pull on my nipples and run your finger over my pussy and clit. I know once I am turned on you will stop, so I try to stop it happening, but you know my body too well and know exactly what will do it. As soon as my pussy is dripping you stop caressing me. You ask me if I am ready to start my punishment. I nod yes. 

You go to the door and open it, my eyes nearly pop out of my head in surprise, there stands one of my friends that know about my lifestyle (I have changed her name here) Denise, but I can't understand this there are certain things I know she won't do. She comes over gives me a hug then explains that you have had a quiet word with her and she knows this is too help me so she is going to do what you ask to help teach me a lesson.

As I see you start to undress her I close my eyes I don’t want to watch, but you must have looked over an seen, all I hear is “Open your eyes slave, you are going to watch all of this”. I open my eyes I know for you to be doing this it has reached a critical point and I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.

You undress Denise fully and then tell her to undress you. As she does I see you reach down and squeeze her nipples gently, she is a very big girl about a 46 in bust size and I see you taking full advantage of them, moulding, squeezing and gently pulling on her nipples. You explain you know Denise isn’t into our lifestyle so you won’t be giving her pain or be rough with her, you just want me see someone taking pleasure in you and you in them. As your slave I give all aspects willing but by not listing to you and doing my tasks I take the pleasure away from you so you are now going to let me know how that feels.

I can see Denise is getting turned on by the attention you are giving her breasts, her face is slightly flushed and her breathe is a bit uneven, you ask her to kneel in front of you and start taking you in her mouth. I know Denise doesn’t like doing this and never does it, but to my utter amazement she kneels in front of you and starts taking you in her mouth, I watch as her tongue flicks over the tip of your cock. She opens her mouth and starts taking you slowly in, I look at you and you have closed your eyes and lifted your head, you give a small sigh of pleasure and start talking to her quietly encouraging her to take you deeper. I notice you are taking your time and being really gentle, letting her get used to you being in her mouth before encouraging her to take a bit more.

I sit there moaning quietly it should be my mouth taking you not hers. You look over at me, and I see the pleasure on your face, you seem to know what I am thinking though and just smile. As I look back to Denise's face I notice her mouth has taken most of you, her cheeks hollow in then release as she is sucking you, you are sliding in her mouth a bit easier now and a bit faster. Her eyes are closed and I can see she is enjoying the blowjob she is giving you.

You pull out of her mouth and I see your cock shining from her saliva, you are so hard. You ask Denise to lie so her pussy is facing me, then you open her lips, I see she is wet, her lips are swollen, and so is her clit, it is standing to attention and I see your fingers gently stroke it. She jumps from the touch and gives out a slight moan, you move down and I see you gently blow on her clit, your tongue runs round it, and her moans get louder. I sit there watching, moaning loud into the gag I know what you can do with your tongue, how much pleasure it gives, and it isn't me receiving it.

I want to close my eyes as I see you really start to lick her pussy, but I'm fascinated too. Just how far are you going to take this to teach me my lesson? I also notice as I am watching that I am also getting more turned on, it is like every time you lick her pussy, my pussy feels it. You look over at me and I see your mouth and lower face wet from her juices, you glisten from it, and you snake your tongue out and lick the juices from your face as far as you can reach.

You move Denise round a bit and raise her legs, I know you are going to fuck her now, and from the angle I am going to see every thrust from you and every movement from her. Her body is already flushed and I know it won't be long until she cums, but i know you are still a way from cumming. You raise your hips slightly and I see your cock at the entrance of her pussy, she is open and soaking wet, ready for you. I know by looking at how ready she is your going to have no trouble taking her. You start to slide your cock inside her, just a little and then draw back; you push in a little further.

I watch as you slowly start to fuck my friend. I am jealous of every inch that you put inside her, not that she is having you as I have watched people take you before. Jealous that this time there will be no finish for me and she will get your cum, that has always been mine, no matter who you have fucked, I have always been your little cum slut but this time I’m not.

As I watch you fuck each other, her hips rising to meet every thrust of you. I realise how much I have disappointed you by not giving you the pleasure of obeying, the pleasure I had given to you when you accepted me as your slave, it was as if I had broken the promise I had given you that day. I watched the pleasure you were receiving from each other, in just giving to each other. I realised you were so right I had been denying you the pleasure of knowing every whim you had would be done and carried out to the best of my abilities.

I was brought out of my thoughts as I heard Denise shout out, she was moving fast against you and I heard her moans and cry of pleasure as her body shook with orgasm. I looked at the pleasure and concentration on your face as you started to fuck her harder and faster and I knew you would soon be following with your own orgasm. You were pumping into her really fast and I saw that as you were you were rubbing her clit. I knew you wanted you both to cum together, I see her body start to tremble and I knew she was cumming again, and as she did you gave a shout of pleasure and stiffen. I knew you had brought you both off together.

I watched you give little pump actions as you came inside her and her pussy holding onto you greedily holding you inside. You were both sweating and flushed; your breathing harsh as you came down together. I watched as you slide out of her pussy your cock wet with a mixture of both your juices, her pussy was open and I could see your juices slowly dribbling down the crack of her bum. I so wanted to be allowed to lick them up to stop them being wasted but I knew there was no way that was going to happen.

Denise stood up went into the bathroom, cleaned herself up and got dressed. She came over gave me a hug and told me she would see me the next day. I smiled at her and told her that would be good. I didn't hold any bad feelings to her; she had helped me learn a valuable lesson today. As she left, you came over und untied my legs but not my arms. You raised me up and told me it was really late and it was time I went to bed. I hoped you were going to remove the gag so I could tell you I at last understood, but you didn't. You took me to my bed and tied my arms and legs spread-eagled. 

You told me I was to sleep like that tonight, to make sure I finished my punishment and didn’t touch through the night, you told me we would talk in the morning after I had a couple more hours to think about what had brought us to here. You kissed my forehead and walked away as you turned off the light, with my pussy throbbing for release. I felt tears falling down my face, tears of frustration and tears of happiness that I had a Master that cared enough to teach me my lesson in a way that really brought it home to me, how my actions made him feel too.

The end



The Punishment



The sharp tug of her hair being pulled startled her.

" You just can't leave well enough alone, can you?" He snarled in her ear. pulling her head back farther. " I want you downstairs now, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir" she almost whimpered.

As soon as he released his hold on her hair, she hurried downstairs, not quite sure what brought on this mood, but not wanting to make it any worse.

When she got downstairs she quickly gets undressed, and kneels on the floor to wait for him. She was kneeling just the way he taught her, her back straight, knees apart, hands on thighs, looking straight ahead.

She hears him coming down the stairs, and can tell by his walk that he is still upset. He walks to her, and grabs her hair again, pulling painfully on the braid.

" I just got informed, you were flirting big time at the bar last night. Is this true?"

"No, Sir, I was just having fun with my girlfriends. I didn't even talk to anyone last night." The more she talked the harder he pulled on her braid. Her eyes were stinging with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

"Who was the guy with the beard you were practically all over?" He grabs her chin forcing her to look up at him.

" What guy with the beard? I don't know who your talking about." 

" You deny that you were cuddled up with a guy who was wearing all black? Sat with you most of the night?"

" Your talking about Danny, he's an old friend of mine, only reason we were sitting close together was because we couldn't hear"

" Well since you've caused all this grief, your going to be punished for it. Believe me this isn't going to be one of our fun times.So your denying that you kissed him, and that you were flirting with him?” 

“ Oh geesh, it was a friendly peck, nothing more. I’ve never seen you this jealous. Since when am I not allowed to have friends?”

“You are allowed to have friends, just not ones you hang all over.” He released her chin and walked away from her. He knew that his jealousy was going to make him insane. He also knew that if he touched her, he would hurt her, and he didn’t want to do that at any cost. All he could see in his head, was her leaving .

“Sir?” she asked quietly.

“Yes?” he refused to turn around.

“May I have permission to rise?” she longed to go to him, and just put her arms around his waist.

“ No” He turned around. She could see the flash of temper still in his eyes.

“Just for all this aggravation you have caused me, your not going to the bar this week, and your not talking to your friends online.”

“Yes Sir” she replied quietly.

“ Now, go upstairs, and make sure the kitchen is finished, then prepare for bed.” He walked over to his desk and started to work.

“Yes Sir” she got up, and quietly went upstairs. She finished cleaning up the kitchen and went into the washroom to prepare for bed. She was very upset that he would keep her from the bar this weekend, as it was her best girlfriend’s birthday and she really wanted to go. She sighed. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to ask him with the mood he was in. Maybe later in the week, he’d be in a better mood.

She finished preparing for bed and walked into the bedroom. She expected him to be there, but the room was empty. She climbed into bed, and grabbed the book from her night stand. She settled back against the pillows and started to read. He walked in about a half an hour later.

She put the book on her nightstand, and just watched him. He looked calmer than when she had left him downstairs earlier. He slowly, got undressed, and reached into the top drawer of the dresser. He pulled out a pair of cuffs. She almost flinched when she saw them. They were the cuffs he used when she had first come to him, to keep her in bed with him at night. She held out her wrist to him, silently begging him not to use them on her. He attached the cuffs to her wrist, then as she starts to raise her arms over her head, he flips her onto her stomach.

“ Keep your arms up” he commands quietly.

She laid quietly on her stomach, her arms over her head, and her mind whirling, He never played or punished in bed. She heard the cuffs being attached to the headboard, the click echoing in her mind.

He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She expected to feel the sting of a single tail, or the sweet pain of a flogger, she almost jumped when she felt his hand gently on her back. He slowly ran his hands up and down her back, kneading her shoulders, her back and her ass. He did this for several minutes, and she felt herself relaxing under his touch.

“ You were right downstairs Little One, I was jealous, and afraid I’d lose you, and I couldn’t stand the thought of that, so I lashed out at you. I was wrong, and I’m sorry”

She was grateful for the blindfold at the moment, for the tears were silently falling. 

“Sir, I’m very happy here with you, and here is where I want to stay” she told him in a voice filled with emotion.

He undid the cuffs from the head board, and took them off her wrist.

“Come lay with me Little One” he asked quietly as he held open his arms.

She slipped into his arms and snuggled close.



The Punishment



It was a bright, warm day in April 2003. Sarah had been shopping in the afternoon, and came back to the house. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She unpacked the shopping and went to the bathroom. When came out, she headed into the dining room to get a book. 

The second she opened the door she saw three men in masks, standing in the room, facing her. Her first thought was that she was being burgled, and she stood totally still. All three of them were bigger than her, and one of them was distinctly fat. Then the fat man raised an automatic pistol and pointed it at her face.

"Don't kill me," she whispered in terror.

"We're not gonna kill you," said another one. He had a soft voice, and a flat accent that she couldn't place. "Relax."

"You can take whatever you want," she said, "but just go. Please. Please don't hurt me."

"You don't have to get hurt," the man said in a relaxed way. "Just don't scream, don't try to get away and don't try anything funny and this will all be over quickly."

Sarah had no idea what he meant, but as her terrified gaze went from him to the others to the stripped bed, she saw something. Lying on the bed were a pair of handcuffs, a black nylon sleep mask, a tube of lubricating jelly and what she recognised as an anal plug. It was made of some translucent blue rubber, had a spherical tip, and a long narrow shaft in a corkscrew shape. It must have been about six inches long. She stared at these things for a moment.

"Strip," said the man with the gun.

"What do you want to do to me?" she asked in fear, even though the answer was dawning on her.

"We're giving you a message," said the relaxed man. 

"Strip," ordered the man with the gun. It was pointing at her head. Sarah felt horribly vulnerable. There was no way she could resist them. She looked at the relaxed man. He nodded his head in an encouraging sort of way. 

Sarah's stomach was tight with fear. She leaned over and unlaced one runner, then the other. She stepped out of her runners, then took off her socks and placed them inside the runners. She straightened up again. The men were still standing there, enjoying the sight of her undressing. She took off her glasses and put them on the mantelpiece. She pulled her white t-shirt over her head, exposing her torso. Instinctively, she sucked in her stomach – why was she concerned about vanity now? Her face was burning. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, then, averting her eyes from them, she unclipped her bra and pulled it off, placing an arm across her chest, then pulled down her white panties and stepped out of them. She straightened up, one hand over her chest, the other over her black pubes. She could not look them in the face.

They stood for a moment, savouring the sight of her compact, naked body. She had never before been naked with more than one man. Her whole body was now trembling, in anticipation of the violation they wanted to do to her. 

The last man came forward and grabbed her arm. She stumbled slightly and he pulled her to the sofa. The man with the gun kept it pointed at her head. She had given up any hope of being anything other than a defenceless victim. They had spread a bath towel on the sofa. The man pushed her on to the sofa, where she knelt, her hands still trying to cover herself, shivering. This was her nightmare – to be naked and at the mercy of strangers. She knew that whatever they wanted to do to her would be sexual in nature, and prayed that she would be able to bear it.

"Lie down," said the relaxed man. "On your belly." Sarah lowered herself onto her stomach, huddling her arms to her chest. The towel was cool and rough on her naked skin. The third man grabbed her left wrist and pulled it behind her back. She felt the cool metal of handcuffs on it. Then he grabbed her other arm and cuffed that too. 

"Please don't do this," she begged them. "Please don't. Please."

The relaxed man came forward and raised her head. Sarah looked up to see that they had placed a mirror on the swivel chair, so that she could see her reflection. Her small, white, nude body was face down on the red sofa, the mounds of her naked bottom rising from the flatness of her back, as if it was inviting them to take it. Her ass was her most prominent feature, from their angle. Sarah's body had hardly changed at all since she was in her teens. She was short, with a v-shaped face, black hair, small breasts and a neat, round, soft behind. 

Her face was flushed with shame and her eyes were wide and terrified. Then he slipped the black nylon mask over her head so that it covered her eyes. He let her head fall forward again. Now she was handcuffed, blindfold, naked and totally at their mercy.

She couldn't see anything, only feel the roughness of the towel under her and the air on her skin. She heard faint noises. Then she suddenly felt a cool, sticky, pliable ball, poking between her buttocks.

"Oh no," she begged them, "no, not my arse, not my arse, please, no, not my arse, anywhere, please not there, not my arse..." But the tip of the butt plug was stroking between her cheeks and down over the hot, damp skin of her perineum. A pair of hands spread her legs. She could feel the tip probing deeper, looking for her anus. She kept on begging them not to touch her arse, but one pair of hands was holding her legs and another strong hand was pushing the base of her spine down. She tried to squirm to evade the anal plug, but then she felt it pushing at her sphincter and all of a sudden, it penetrated her anus. "Oh NO!" she gasped. "No, no, please! Not my arse, not there, not my arse, not my arse!" but then it pulled out of her again. This most intimate of violations made her squirm even more. 

Whoever was holding the anal plug pushed the tip into her again, then pulled it out, then in, then out, teasing her anus with the sensation. And to her horror, it was working; she was getting moist. They must have enjoyed the sight of this attractive young woman, normally so neat and businesslike, now naked, blindfold, shackled and moaning, being raped on her own dining-room sofa in the middle of the afternoon. 

"No, no, no, no, no..." she gasped, but then, the tip went in, and this time she felt the plug screwed up deeper into her rectum. "UNNH!" she moaned, and her hips instinctively jerked, as her anal muscles tried to expel the alien object that was filling them. But a strong hand kept on screwing the plug deeper into her. "Oh Jesus!" she whimpered, "please, no, no, no...unh...unh...unh..." but the plug seemed to keep pressing into her arse forever. Sarah felt inhumanly debased. The fact that she had had anal intercourse with her boyfriend didn't matter. That had been consensual. But she was being raped.

The plug widened as it slid into her, pushing her sphincter wider open. The friction of the towel as it ground against her pubic bone was making her moist. Her nipples were getting hard. She felt her tight, tingling, naked ass cheeks rubbing and clenching against the plug pushing into her anus, and she knew that they were watching this happen. It was the ultimate humiliation, that she could not even stop herself from being aroused, even while she was being violated. Then she felt the wide flange of the base of the plug press into her buttocks. It was all the way in. She moaned, deeply, from the gut. 

Then she felt some warm liquid spurting onto her back, and she realised that one of them had been masturbating as he watched them rape her with the anal plug. She sobbed "Why are you doing this? Why..." but it must have made them angry, because the man who had been manipulating the plug began to fuck her with it, violently, in fast, hard strokes.

"Ahh – ahh – ahh – ahh – ahh – oh God – ahhh – ahhh..." She stretched her lithe body, blindly, in a futile attempt to escape. The man's fingernails were digging into her bare buttocks. Her breasts were squashed beneath her, and her clitoris became engorged as the force of the buggery drove her hips into the sofa. She strained every muscle, trying to fight off the sensations that were sweeping through her body. 

He must have fucked her with the plug for about two minutes, though it seemed like forever. As suddenly as he'd started, he stopped. A voice said "She's ready." Ready for what? She whimpered as she realised that the plug had been only a preliminary. 

It was quickly unscrewed from her, and she whimpered again as the spherical tip slid out of her. Then, without a pause, a man was kneeling astride her legs and mounting her naked hips. "NO!" she protested, "PLEASE! No! PLEASE don't fuck my arse!" But then she felt a thick, engorged penis pushing between her slick, well-lubricated buttocks and pressing against the aching rosebud of her anal muscle. Then his weight shifted on her, his hips moved up on top of hers, he pushed her face into the sofa cushion and she moaned "MNNNNNHH!" as the hot, thick pole of muscle pressed into her sphincter and slithered up into her anus. 

This was far worse than the anal plug. His cock was wider, and the intimacy of having another human being inside her was far more humiliating. He drove into her with punishing force, pumping her ass, as she shrieked into the pillow "NOO! NOO! NOO! NOO!" There was nothing sensual about it; it was a vengeful act of violence on his part. He wanted only to hurt and humiliate Sarah, to demonstrate by buggering her that he had total control over her. And it worked.

The sheer physical pressure of his penis inside her made Sarah's body flush with heat, and even as she gave a muffled scream into the sofa cushion, she came, lavishly, the warmth flooding her lower body, spilling out over her labia, soaking into the sofa cushion. Her shame at being so aroused made her sob and she went limp, inert and shaking with the thrusts of his fucking. She felt him come in her, spurting his semen deep into her rectum, and he relaxed for only a second before pulling out. She panted for breath, but then he got off her and she felt another one mount her.

"Oh Jesus, no, please..." Sarah sobbed as he wasted no time about pulling her tight round buttocks apart and penetrating her. He raped her with slow, deep thrusts, easing in and out of her as if he were making sweet love to his girlfriend, instead of raping a helpless, weeping stranger up her arse. This was equally humiliating, a parody of intimacy; he moved his hips and cock as if he expected her to enjoy it. His hands caressed Sarah's nude body, roving over her hips, stroking her shackled arms, touching her torso and breasts beneath her. The other two held her down, and she put up a last token show of resistance, moaning, panting, begging them please to stop, stop this, stop doing this to her, she would do anything they wanted; she squirmed naked in their tight grip. But at last he, too, came, pulling out of her as he did so, making her go "AAH!" in shock and pain. He came on her naked buttocks, the fluid trickling down to the base of her spine and between her legs. Then he got off her.

Sarah lay prone on the sofa, in shock, panting for breath, weak and trembling. Then around the edge of the mask she saw a flash, then several more, and realised that they were photographing her. This had not been just for their pleasure. This had been a punishment for something. But she was too exhausted to speak. She heard them doing their zips up. Then a hand pulled her up so that she sat, blindfold, her arms still cuffed behind her back. 

"Get her cleaned up," said a voice. She was dragged to her feet, so weak she was tottering. The blindfold was taken off her. She raised her panting, tear-streaked face to the relaxed man. He was smiling at her.

"It's been real," he said pleasantly. Then Sarah was hauled out of the room and into the bathroom. The man with the gun took the handcuffs off her and turned on the shower. Her wrists were red and scraped raw. She got into the shower and, weeping quietly, washed herself all over. He made sure she washed especially between her buttocks. Then he watched her dry off, and pulled her back into the dining room.

He shoved her onto the sofa again. The towel had gone – presumably they would destroy it, along with all the other evidence except the photographs. Everything that could link them to her rape would be gone. Sarah sat naked on the sofa, hugging her legs to her chest, and looked up at them abjectly. They cuffed her hands behind her back again. 

One of the men showed her a Polaroid. There she was, lying bare on the sofa on her belly, her hands behind her back, her eyes covered but otherwise recognisable – her face blurred and contorted but definitely hers, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail, her feet bare, her small breasts squashed flat beneath her. The three men were dressed in black, hooded, one of them clearly pushing the plug up into her arse. Sarah choked back a sob and looked away.

They had encased the key to the handcuffs in a large block of ice. They left this in a baking tin on the floor; it meant that Sarah would not be able to unshackle herself for hours. They cuffed her ankles together too, and flung her on her belly on the sofa. She turned her head, and looked at them over her bare shoulder, weeping silently.

"Don't even think about calling the cops," said the relaxed man. "Or we come back and take you away for a dirty weekend. Have a nice evening."

He turned and left. The others followed. The last one blew a kiss at her and giggled, the other – the man with the gun – said "See you round, dirty girl," then slipped the black mask over her eyes once more. 

She listened to them leave the house. She lay, motionless, prone, on the sofa, naked, shackled and blindfold. Anyone who looked in the dining room window would be able to see her, and probably think she was taking part in some private sex game. Sarah wept with self-pity. Before, she had always enjoyed the naughtiness, the dirtiness, of having a man in her ass; now, she would forever associate it with the clinical, emotionless anal rape she had received from the three strangers.

And its very ruthlessness, its total lack of interest in her own pleasure, had actually aroused her more. Sarah's sense of dignity, her pride in herself as an independent woman, had been battered beyond recognition, but as she explored her feelings, she was surprised to find that the shame and fear were melting away, leaving only a sadness and an aching nostalgia for the relative innocent she had been before the attack; the visceral, gut-wrenching thrill of being stripped, tied up and buggered was still with her. It had hurt, but only when they had wanted it to, and they had not physically harmed her in any other way. She had come through; what had been taken from her had not been worth keeping, and now she felt indomitable. Now, at last, she knew that what she had most feared could not destroy her. 

After a while, her exhaustion got the better of her and she slept. She woke up in darkness, cold, and for a moment could not remember what had happened, and why she was lying full-length, nude, on her sofa, her arms and legs cuffed, a black mask covering her eyes. Then it all came back to her, and she shivered.

She managed to sit up, and crouched on the floor, feeling around for the key to the handcuffs. She found it in a pool of cold water and unlocked her shackles, then pulled off the blindfold. 

The room was dark, the house silent. Sarah stood up on weak legs, and went over to her clothes. She fumbled for her watch and found that it was three in the morning. 

She didn't want to get dressed yet. She imagined the men, far away by now; were they thinking of her? She imagined the soft-voiced man, the man she guessed had been the last to rape her, riding her as though they were lovers, looking down at her beneath him, she, abject and sobbing as he buggered her naked on her own sofa; had she ever been as desirable to any man as she was to him, at that moment? Would he carry the memory of her for the rest of his life? It had had all the signs of an organised hit; they had broken into Sarah's home, rendered her helpless, ordered her to strip and then brutally ravaged her. Why? What had she possibly done to invite such abuse? And yet she was sure that the soft-voiced man had enjoyed it, enjoyed reducing her to a screaming, blubbering mess. Not the other man; he had fucked her to humiliate her, as if disgusted by her; presumably he had been gay, and had wished that she were a boy. But apart from her mop of black hair, her petite body meant that Sarah looked from behind very much like a boy. She liked to play football with her male friends; once or twice she had even shared a shower with them, laughing, and none of them had batted an eyelid. She had a brief mental image of herself, soaping herself naked under the stream of water, amid a crowd of naked men, men she knew from work and from the sports club, the tiled room dripping and full of steam; they turned on her, their eyes glazed; ignoring her increasingly panicky protests, they encircled her, grabbed her and dragged her to the floor, and buried her under a pile of their wet, naked bodies, shoving cocks and fingers into her every orifice while she writhed and screamed uselessly...she glimpsed them walking away from her limp, naked body, wet, bruised and covered with their glistening sperm, lying face down on the tiled floor as the water flowed around her...

She shook her head. Time enough for fantasies later.

She was starving. She went into the kitchen and made herself a ham sandwich with lettuce and mustard. She ate it ravenously, washing it down with water, and then made another. She poured herself a glass of wine and padded upstairs, taking her meal with her.

She entered the computer room, and sat down at the desk. She moved the mouse, and the breaking light from the screen illuminated a ghostly reflection of her long, pale body in the darkened window. 

The wooden chair was cool under her naked bottom. Sarah clicked on New Document. A blank page stared at her. 

What to write?

Something that might tell him how she felt. Something that might lead him back to her, while she slept, maybe; prising open a downstairs window, creeping through the house, slipping open her bedroom door, pulling back the covers, placing a hand over her amazed mouth; his movements would be quiet and efficient as he tied her up, gagged her, blindfolded her; his fingers would rapidly push grease up into Sarah's anus and he would have slipped inside her arse and be buggering her forcefully before she had time to scream into the pillow. And the joy of coming without guilt or shame as he shot his sperm into her rectum, then pulled out of her, loosened her bonds just enough for her to work them off, and then slipped away again. And, sobbing gratefully, she would remove her bonds and her gag and blindfold and sink back into blessed sleep.

Or how he dragged her out of the shower one morning, tied her to a chair, covered her nude body from head to foot in shaving foam and videoed her as he worked his cock up into her ass, only a black O showing where her mouth hung open, and the relief as he came in her and let her crawl back under the spray. 

Or how he would take her in a nightclub toilet, making her strip naked in the cubicle before he grabbed her hips and forced himself into her, and she fought to stifle her moans of pain while life went on as usual on the other side of the partition. Then making her dress, and stumble back to her friends, her arse still leaking his cum into her panties; and coming over and pretending to chat her up, smiling blandly at her, while she made small talk and fought to conceal her fury and shame. 

She took a bite of sandwich, sipped some wine and began to type: It was a bright, warm day in April 2003. Sarah had been shopping in the afternoon... 



The Punishment



As I pulled into the driveway, I couldn’t help but think to myself how very happy and relieved I was that it was finally Friday night. It was going to be a long overdue three-day weekend, and all I planned to do was relax. No work. That thought brought a smile to my face. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and got out of the car.

The house seemed quiet as I walked through the deserted kitchen. I wondered where the kids were. My mind pulled me back in time, replaying a scene so many years ago. I walked in that very same door on a Friday night after work, only that night, my beautiful wife was here in the kitchen cooking dinner, wearing one of my dress shirts and a pair of ankle socks. The kids were so young. They were playing and laughing, running around like little bandits.

That was right before my wife left. I guess she just couldn’t handle the family life. She always was a wild one. She totally broke my heart when she decided to leave us. She’s been gone ten years now, and I have been raising our two children alone. It has been hard work, but the sacrifices that I made have more than paid off. I am a single Father with two kids that have made me a very proud man. 

My daughter Kristen is now a freshman at the local community college where she is studying to be a teacher. She is very active on campus, not only holding a position on her student government, but she also is the captain of the cheerleading team. Kitten, as I call her, also works part time teaching gymnastic classes to kids and aerobic classes to adults. She and I have always been very close. I do have to admit that while she will always be my little girl, I can’t help but notice that she is developing into a stunning young woman. 

My son Eric is still in high school, preparing to graduate this coming spring. He has had quite a social life but somehow he has managed to maintain a 4.0 grade average. Eric is also the starting QB for the second year in a row of his High School Football team. This year he led his team to the state championship game and impressed the college scouts when he threw a 60-yard hail marry pass. With only 5 seconds left on the clock, he was able to really thread the needle, hitting his wide receiver right between the numbers in the back corner of the end zone to win the game. A month later he signed his letter of intent to go to Notre Dame. 

I stood there thinking about how very proud my kids have made me, my mind wandering, reliving so many of their accomplishments. Of course these past ten years have not been without a few bumps in the road. My daughter certainly has given me more than a fair share of gray hairs. She is undoubtedly beautiful and has always managed to look older and sexier than any of her friends. I have had to beat off several boys over the years, and even a few men chasing after my not so innocent little girl. And Eric was no saint either. I can easily recall a couple out of control parties he foolishly threw while I was away on business. He even managed to get himself arrested last summer for smoking weed. Thankfully, he was young enough, and I had enough connections, to have him charged as a juvenile, with his record remaining sealed. 

Shaking my head at the memory, I took off my jacket, laid it over the chair, and walked over to the frig to get myself a cold bottle of Bud Light. I brought the beer with me as I made my way up the stairs. A few big swallows of the Bud remind me that the weekend is here. Half way up the stairs I had already unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt and loosened my tie, removing it as I reached the top of the step. I made my way down the hall and turned the corner toward my room. I looked up from the carpet and was stopped dead in my tracks. 

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing before me. My son, Eric was standing at Kristen’s door with his pants down around his ankles and his ear pressed against the door. As I got closer, I saw that he was not only listening intently to his sister, but he was actually jacking off!

He was concentrating so intensely that he didn’t even notice me walking up behind him. I grabbed him tightly around the back of the neck. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Dad!” Eric said as he jumped in surprise. “Oh shit!”

“Oh no, don’t you dare try to put your pants on now, you little pervert. Come with me. You stay exactly like you are.” I said to him, as I dragged him by the back of the neck down the hall into my bedroom. “OK, you little shit, just what exactly were you doing out there?”

He looked me right in the eye and told me that he was listening to his sister have sex with her boyfriend. “What?” I jumped up. Surely she’s not having sex in My House! What in the hell is going on here? I told Eric to stay put, and closed the naked pervert in my room.

I quickly walked back to my daughter’s room. I didn’t bother knocking. I threw the door open. Sure enough, there she was, my Kitten standing there all disheveled, redressing, and kissing on some young fuck.

“Daddy!” She shrieked, as she tried to quickly put her clothes on.

I grabbed the jeans lying on the floor and threw them at this young asshole standing by my little girl. “You have three seconds to get the hell out of my house, or I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” I said looking straight at him. He was gone in two.

“Now, as for you.” I walked over to my little slut of a daughter and grabbed the flimsy little shirt she was holding in front of her. My entire body was filled with an undeniable rage. She sat there in her red lace bra looking up at me, her eyes full of fear.

“You are a little slut, aren’t you?” “I can’t believe that you would actually have sex in MY house like this. Is this what you want? You want to be a little whore, huh?”

The site of her was making me absolutely loose my mind. All rational thought was gone the second I saw her standing there half naked and obviously just fucked. I had never been so pissed at her. The thought of punishing her took complete control of my brain. Then I glanced down at the floor and saw a site that pushed me over the edge. Right there on the white carpet, was a condom filled with her fucker’s cum. I snapped. Without a thought or a care about what I was doing, I stormed up beside her and reached out my arm, grabbing right for her perky firm breast. The more she resisted and pulled away from me, the more roughly I treated her.

“Daddy, please no.”

“What’s wrong baby girl? You let everyone else touch these tits. Now you won’t let your Daddy touch you? You wanted to be treated like a whore, didn’t you?” 

“Please, Daddy stop. Daddy, NO!” She kept trying to push my strong hands off of her chest and keep me from removing that red bra.

“It’s time you learn a lesson, Kitten.” I grabbed her by the back of the head and threw her onto the bed. I pulled my hand back and slapped her pretty face. She brought her hands up to her cheek and I instantly reached for the red lace, and ripped her bra off. Her little lesson was apparently starting to work. She began to resign herself to the punishment at hand and stopped pushing me away.

“Stand up slut and take off that skirt,” I instructed.

My baby girl did as she was told and stood there nice and quiet, obviously terrified. I reached out for her little cotton panties, pulling the waistband out away from her body. Her big blue eyes squeezed shut as I reached my hand down, inside the front of her panties. Amazingly, my slutty little daughter had a dripping wet, although, still extremely tight cunt. She squirmed as I fingered her bald, wet pussy.

“OK Kitten, let’s go. That’s right my little whore, you are coming to Daddy’s room.” I picked up her petite body and threw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried her down the hall with her pantied covered ass right next to my cheek. Once I opened the door and put her down, she saw her younger brother, and quickly tried to cover herself.

“Oh no, you little slut, put those hands down and lay down on Daddy’s bed.”

“But Daddy…” she protested.

“Now!” I said, anger apparent in my tone.

“Please Daddy. Please don’t make me do this Daddy.”

So I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed myself. I straddled her waist and once again slapped her hard right across her back talking face. “Now, take those panties off.” I told her. She quickly did as I asked. The site of her bald little pussy made Eric’s eyes open wide, his cock standing at full attention.

“OK, my little slut, let’s see just how much of a whore you have become. Hear Daddy loud and clear Kitten, you are going to feel yourself up.” She looked up at me, eyes wet with tears. “That’s right, your brother and I are going to watch you get yourself off baby. Now, put on a good show for Daddy.”

“But Daddy,” she cried as she motioned toward her brother, “He’s just a kid.”

“Well, so are you little girl, but that hasn’t stopped you from behaving like a common whore, now has it? Get busy Kitten, it’s time for your show.”

With tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, my daughter reluctantly closed her eyes and slowly began to let her hands wander over her tiny body. Her fingers pinched and tugged at her hard puckered little nipples. I motioned for Eric to move closer.

Looking at my son, standing at the foot of the bed, naked, I said, “So, little boy, is this what you have been lusting after?” His eyes never left his sister’s body as he shook his head in acknowledgement. 

“You see Kitten, you see what you have done here? This is what happens to bad little girls. When you act like a slut, you are treated like a slut.” Hearing my words, she turned her head away from me as if she were embarrassed. No matter what her inner dialog was at that point, her little body was responding to the stimulation all on it’s own. “Now baby, ask your brother what he would like to see.”

Still in shock about what was happening here, she kept her head facing to the wall and remained silent. But I was determined, and half crazed with anger, to teach her a much-needed lesson. I reached out and grabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair. I pulled her head right up off of the bed, and looked directly into her eyes. “Don’t make me say it again.”

I reached out for Eric’s arm and pulled him right up next to his sister’s face. He gave me a quick glance and then turned his attention back to Kristen. “Well sis, you heard him, now ask me what I want.” His aggressive tone actually surprised me for a moment. He pulled his arm back as if he were going to slap her face, making her reluctantly respond.

“What is it that you want from me Eric?” she asked with her voice shaking, making her sound like a young little girl instead of the slut she looked like.

“I want to see you finger that wet pussy,” Eric firmly told her. “Finger fuck that cunt.” Every passing second seemed to make my son more confident and more aroused making him assert his control over the sex toy in front of him. Somehow, the scene in front of me that started out as a strict lesson was unfolding and developing into an unbelievably erotic display. I couldn’t control my own body; I felt my cock pressing hard against the silk boxer shorts beneath my pants.

I continued to watch my son as he expertly took control of his sister. Before long, he had her sliding her tiny finger in and out of her pussy with her back arched, head thrown back, and biting at her bottom lip trying hopelessly to contain her excitement. I stepped back a bit to take the whole thing in while I removed my shirt and unbuttoned my trousers. When I heard my daughter begin to moan out loud, I let my pants hit the floor, and moved back closer to the action. Despite her effort to hold back, my little girl was being betrayed by her own body. Her nipples stood at full attention, and her hand was spreading wetness from her tight little cunt onto both of her thighs.

“That’s a good girl. That’s right Kitten, fuck your pussy for us.” Any fight she had, was now gone, she truly was Daddy’s little slut. 

“Eric, move between your sister’s legs, Daddy wants to see you lick that bald little cunt.” He obeyed and quickly got on his knees between her thighs. I watched as he grabbed her legs and spread them wider than I ever imagined she could. She certainly was not lacking flexibility. “That’s it son, this is what you wanted, now show your sister what a little brother’s tongue can do.”

I reached out and took her wrists into my hand, removing her fingers from her little fuck hole. I pinned her arms high up over her head causing her again to arch that back. I could resist no longer. I used my other hand to grab hold of my rock hard cock and press it to her soft full lips. Without hesitation, she opened her little girl mouth and let the head of my cock slip into her mouth. I felt her wiggle her warm tongue on the sensitive under side of my head. Slowly I began to slide my cock in and out of her willing mouth, gradually pushing more and more of my big dick into her. 

I watched in amazement as I fucked my daughter’s pretty face. I moved my hand from the base of my cock, and placed it on her throat. “Relax your throat baby, take Daddy all the way,” I told her. Her big blue eyes looked up at me as I massaged her neck. She closed her eyes, and I felt her throat relax. I pushed the head of my big cock right into the back of her throat. I felt her swallow and then was overtaken by the vibrations caused from her moaning. God, my little Kitten is a good fucking cock sucker!

I had to pull my cock, dripping with precum out of her soft wet mouth before I exploded. I looked down and saw my son devouring her tiny pussy. He frantically licked and sucked at her clit. I could tell by her breathing and moaning that she was very close to cumming herself. Not so fast, I thought, this was supposed to be punishment. “OK, stop Eric. Don’t let your little slut cum, not just yet.” He looked up at me, face all wet, and smiled as if he could read my mind.

“Oh God, no please don’t stop,” she cried out. 

“Not yet Kitten, not yet.”

Eric sat up and watched as I reached for that wet bald pussy. “Hold her open for me Eric,” I instructed. He pushed her knees open and up toward her shoulders. While he held her tight in that position, I used my right hand to pinch hard on her swollen clit. My left hand pulled back and then spanked her; my open hand slapped right down on that wet pussy. I heard her gasp.

As I pulled my left hand back, I nodded at my son, who quickly dove back down and lapped his tongue all over her pussy including the clit that still was being pinched between my thumb and forefinger. As soon as he sat back up, my hand was spanking that soaking wet cunt again, this time a little harder. My little fucktoy daughter screamed out. Eric and I repeated this suck and slap game for several minutes driving her insane. But, again just before she could release and cum, we stopped and I let go of her rock hard clit.

I know she was responding to every touch of her young body, but her words actually caught me off guard for a moment when she yelled out, “Fuck me! Please Daddy, fuck me like a whore!”

Both Eric and I froze for a second. I was shocked to hear my Kitten actually begging, she was actually begging her very own brother and father to fuck her. Once this thought sunk in, any restraint that I may have had left was out the window. She really had become a little slut. Well, who better to use this hot slut than the two men who loved her most?

With that, I laid down flat on my back in the center of the bed. I pulled her up and grabbed her by the hips placing her on my lap. She instinctively bent down and kissed me on the lips. For a moment, I kept my lips together, but when I felt her warm soft tongue attempting to part my lips, I opened my mouth for her and shoved my tongue deep into her mouth. She responded by moaning onto my tongue and sliding her very wet pussy up and down the shaft of my hard cock. 

As soon as she pulled her mouth off of mine, I told Eric to put Daddy’s dick into his sister. I held firmly both of her arms behind her back. My son without hesitation reached up and wrapped his hand around my cock and took his other hand and parted the lips of Kristen’s cunt. When my cock head actually began pushing into my little girl, I honestly couldn’t believe how tight she was. She felt like a very wet, very hot vice gripping my big hard cock. As soon as I was in her, I released her arms. I wanted to grab her hips to help me push deeper into her tight hole.

She was not only moaning and crying out, but she actually was grinding her narrow hips on top of me. She was fucking her Daddy, no question. “That’s Daddy’s girl. Fuck Daddy’s big hard cock baby.” “But, Kitten, we can’t leave Eric out, not after he licked your pussy so nice.”

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at her brother. He was watching up close at her cunt sliding up and down my fuck pole. I reached around her and pulled her ass cheeks open wide, and told her to arch her back. As soon as she did, I felt the warm breath and soft wet tongue of my son grazing over my cock every time I pulled out of my daughter’s pussy. He was tonguing her from her puckered virgin asshole to my dick and back. Each time his tongue went back to her tight hole, I could feel her cunt muscles tighten up around my cock. 

“Oh my God, yes! Please don’t stop Eric, tongue fuck my ass.” Her words made my cock twitch inside her pussy. I heard his muffled moans as his tongue pressed into that tight hole. After several minutes of this, I held her still, pinning her flat against my chest.

I looked over her shoulder to catch the eye of my son. He obviously had the same thought running through his head as I did, because he quickly moved up onto his knees and spread his sister’s ass cheeks open wide. I could feel his saliva dripping from her ass down to her pussy and around my cock. As he slowly pushed into her ass, she squealed in my ear. I felt every last inch of him pressing into her, separated from my own dick by merely a thin layer of skin. 

My son and I began to rhythmically fuck my little girl as deep as we both could get. Frankly, I was surprised how long my son was able to last. We continued fucking her for nearly 30 minutes before I heard Eric scream out, “Oh fuck! I am going to cum!” Two seconds later I actually felt his cock explode and fill my Kitten’s ass full of his hot cum. That was all it took for me. I emptied my balls right into my daughter’s hot cunt. As I was cumming, I reached down and pinched her swollen clit as hard as I could between my finger and thumb. 

My good little whore actually asked me, well, she begged really, to let her cum. I couldn’t help but smile to myself at this. “Yes baby, now you can cum for Daddy.” Her already tight cunt squeezed even harder around my cock and she bit my neck and squealed. She soon collapsed on top of me, with her brother still lying on her back. 

I held her head on my chest as the three of us fell asleep. I have to say, I know it’s wrong, but there was no way I could ever go back to just being a platonic father, not now. The potential made my brain swirl.



The Punishment



she was late. There was no way to get around it.. she was over two hours late. she had gone to the mall, planned out her time perfectly.. run to the new clothing store, get back in time to clean up lunch dishes, start dinner, and be kneeling beside the door when Master got home... and it all would have been perfect........ if the new store had not been having a huge grand opening sale with unbelievable prices and an amazing selection.

The tightening in her stomach was painful, as she drove home, her fingers constantly worrying her wedding ring. He was going to be home before her, she just knew He was. she did take the time to stop by the KFC that was on the way home, and pick up a bucket of chicken and all the trimmings.. not perhaps, what He would have wanted for dinner, but making Him wait longer while she cooked would have been excruciating.. totally out of the question.

The whole way home she was practicing what she was going to say to Him.. she'd start off with a big smile and a surprised "OH! You're home early!"... no no, that would never do. she wouldn't lie about not knowing she was late.. she couldn't lie to Him... perhaps walking in timidly.... "Master, I know I am late and I'm so sorry! I completely lost track of the time!!" she sighed.. that would not work either.. while it was the truth, she knew better than to make excuses. Rounding the driveway, and seeing His car made her forget everything else and she bit her lower lip as she eased to a stop and placed her car in park. 

When she got out, she could see Him pacing through the front window.. a shiver of apprehension raced down her back. she got all the bags, and the bucket of chicken from the back-seat, then headed for the house.. even the bottoms of her feet were itching, she was so nervous.

she opened the door, and stepped through.. those eyes turned on her.. first she saw relief in them, and she had a brief moment of relief.. a very brief moment. Then they changed to that fiery look He gets when He is angry with her, and she nearly burst into tears on the spot. she set the bags down next to the couch, the chicken on the coffee table, and removed her sweater.. 

"Master, I..........." she did not get a chance to finish her sentence. He grabbed her arm, sat down on the edge of the couch, ripped her pants down to her thighs, placed her over His leg and began wailing on her bottom. 

"Master! Master wait.. please OUCH!!! Master please sto.. OUCH!!" her hands tried to cover the stinging flesh of her ass as she tried to get Him to quit.. her voice rising with pain and her cries growling louder. 

He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head, never once easing up on the painful spanking. her feet kicked and she screamed and screamed, but still He did not stop. What was worse, was that He did not say a word to her, just spanked her until His arm was too tired to continue. By the time He did stop, her screams and faded to uncontrollable sobs, and her ass was blazing red.. bruises already showing that were going to cover her entire ass clear to her upper thighs, where several of the harsh blows had landed. 

He pushed her off His lap and she landed on her ass on the floor, instantly crying out and rolling to her hip.. her face, when she looked up at Him, was streaked with many tears.. lips parted and moist.. chin quivering. 

He had no mercy. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her over to the corner and placed her in it, face first. her pants were still bunched around her thighs, and He left them there, then went to sit down on the couch. 

she knew the position all too well, and hated it.. she was only put in the corner when she had truly angered Him and He needed time to calm down before speaking with her. Amidst fresh bursts of tears and sobs, her hands moved behind her.. each one gripping the opposite forearm.. she knew better than to speak at all.

she could hear Him rummaging through the KFC bucket.. hear Him eating, hear Him going to the kitchen and coming back with a glass of milk or juice or something. 

Only when He was done with His meal, and she had finally stopped crying, did He speak. "Go to your room, baby" 

she gasped.. He had said "your" room, not "our" room.. which meant He was still too angry to deal with her. she let go of her own arms, and turned toward Him, reaching down to pull her pants up.. though her fingers froze when He shot her a deadly look. 


The pants stayed around her thighs and she whimpered "Please, Daddy..." He did not speak to make her stop talking, nor to tell her again to go to her room, He simply leaned back on the couch and reached for the buckle of His belt, to undo it. she ran. Straight to her room.

When they had purchased this house, the real-estate Lady had asked if they had children.. afterall, it was a four bedroom house. Her Master had said "No." and left it at that. What the woman did not know, was that one room was for them, one for His office, one for the "play" room and one just for her.. complete with a canopy bed, dolls, toys, books, everything a little girl would love in her own room. Unfortunately, she was only put in this room when she was in deep trouble, so all the fun things He had bought for her, were very seldom touched.

Once in her room, she closed the door and finished getting undressed. The little nighty she put on, went down to mid thigh. There was no way she could put the matching ruffled panties on with her bottom being this tender.. even the rubbing of the nighty felt prickly to her. 

she went into her bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, and while there, she twisted around to look at her bottom in the mirror.. black and blue was an understatement. her fingers slid lightly down the darkest part, and she hissed at the instant reminder that she was not going to sit for a few days. 

she finished brushing out her hair, and really brushed her teeth good, then washed the tears from her face, though they still filled her eyes. When she returned to her room, He was there, standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed over His chest, and her steps faltered when she saw Him.. huge green eyes looking up to Him... hopefully.. fearfully. 

He looked at her, then looked at her bed.. then at her again. Once more she ran, hopping up on the bed instantly and climbing to the middle, then she knelt up in the center of it... her bottom lifted off her heels for a change.

His arms uncrossed, and He stepped to her bed, lifting her up only enough to lay her down and cover her up. He sat down then, but His expression did not invite discussion. He spoke in that tone of disappointment that always made her wish she could curl up and die. "I purchased a cell phone for you, for a reason. There is never an excuse for you to let me worry about you like that, unless the batteries are dead. Are they?" 

"No Daddy" her words were whispered. 

He nodded "I didn't think so. Being irresponsible is not accepted in this house, and you know it." 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Go to sleep, baby, we will discuss this in the morning." He rose and looked down at her.. He knew she was going to punish herself much longer than He ever would, and He offered the reassurance He knew she needed. "Daddy loves you, baby." Then He turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind Him, and listening to her break into sobs again.

she dragged her favorite PoohBear down from the shelf beside her bed and curled up around him on her side, crying, and listening to Daddy getting the house secure for the night before going to bed Himself. 

Somewhere along the line, she fell asleep, because when she rolled over, the pain in her bottom woke her from her bad dreams, and she looked at the clock.. it was three AM. Throwing the covers off, she grabbed Pooh's arm and walked to the door.. eaaassssing it open and peeking out into the hall. Then she ran across the hall and into the room she usually shared with Him.. walking to His side of the bed, she stood there and looked down on His sleeping form for a moment.. her eyes filling up again. she whispered "Daddy?"

His eyes opened, and He looked up at her sleepily. "What's wrong, baby?"

her lower lip trembled, and she whimpered "I had a bad dream, Daddy, can me and Pooh get in bed with You please?"

He did not answer, just lifted the covers and scooted over a little, and in an instant, she was laying next to Him, curled up against His chest, and those powerful arms were wrapped around her, keeping her safe.

He began stroking her back, soothing her.. knowing the tears were not because of the dream. He kissed them away and held her close.. one hand caressing her hair. 

she took a ragged breath and tilted her head back.. offering her lips to Him. 

He smiled at her in a loving way, and kissed her tenderly. His gentleness with her now, was a stark contrast to His anger earlier, and it made her heart ache with the need to please Him. 

He rolled her over on her back, rolling atop her. She needed His weight right now, and He felt so good pressed against her that she did not even protest at the pain in her bottom. 

her thighs parted, the nighty riding up to her hips, and she felt Him ease into her.. her body trembled, as her knees bent, cradling Him against her.. arms wrapped around His neck. 

They made slow, sweet love.. His mouth finding her breasts as He slid in and out of her.. her nipples hardening between His teeth and lips.. the feel of His tongue flicking the very tips caused her to moan as electric shocks rocked clear down to her pussy. 

It took very little time for Him to begin moving faster in her.. she could feel His cock throbbing and pulsing.. feel her own heat answer His thrusts by tightening around Him.. her juices flowing without stop. When He finally shot hot cum deep inside of her, she screamed in pleasure. her scream was cut off by His mouth once more finding hers, and He kissed her through the entire shared orgasm.

When they both began to calm, He kissed her nose and rolled off of her, pulling her to His chest. Another kiss was placed to her forehead, and He spoke in that deep satisfied tone of His. "I know I said we'd talk in the morning, but let's wait until it's at least daylight. I love you, baby." 

she whispered, snuggling closer to Him "I love You too, Daddy." 

When they slept this time.. both of them slept better... and tomorrow would begin the amends making. she fell asleep, thinking to herself.. even with the punishments that come along with this type of relationship.. I wouldn't give it up for the world.



The Punishment



She walked in to the room and on the table there was just a single red rose with a piece of paper laying underneath it. Slowly she traveled the few feet to the table and read what He had written.

Little One, 

I will be late this evening, but please prepare your self for me. Don't disappoint me Dear one.

She then decided to hurry and prepare for His arrival. She walked up the stairs with the thoughts of pleasing Him on her mind. When she reached the bathroom she carefully removed all of her clothes admiring her body in the mirror. She stood no more then five feet tall in her bare feet and weighed around 120lbs. She was disappointed in her weight but remembered that her Master did not mind a little extra flesh as long as it was in all the right places which of course hers was. She allowed her eyes to roam down her body admiring the way her breasts stood perfectly not to large not to small right around at 34 c cup. Her gaze traveled to her sex, shaved completely smooth the way He liked her to be. The glint of a flash of gold caught her eyes and reminded her of the night He took her as His own and pierced her clit with a small gold hoop. 

She then ran a bath and piled all of her flaming red curls on top of her head and secured it with a clip. She added a bit of vanilla scented oil to the steaming water and slowly lowered herself into the water allowing the heat to relax her day away. Thinking that she had plenty of time she allowed her head to rest back on a bath pillow and closed her eyes dreaming of the lovemaking that was soon to come. Soon she slowly drifted off in to a fantasy and awoke only when the water had become very chilled.

Opening her eyes with the shock of still being in the tub she noticed Him standing there staring down on her body and at once she knew he was not pleased with her at all. He turned and walked out of the bathroom and all she heard was, "you have not pleased me."

She quickly released the drain on the tub and grabbled a towel and ran to make her apologies. She noticed him sitting on the side of the bed and quickly ran over to him saying how sorry she was that she dozed off and how bad her day was.

He just looked up at her and said, "That is not the way you approach me that will be two punishments now, would you care to try and start again."

Knowing that she was in trouble she turned and went back to the bathroom and quickly regained her composure. Then she slowly sunk down to the floor and crawled over to the feet of the man she was completely devoted to, rose up to her knees with her ass touching her heals she laced her fingers behind her head pushed out her chest lowered her chin and eyes toward the floor and with a whisper she began to speak, "Sir I am sorry to have disappointed you, it will not happen again I know that I must be punished."

Slowly He stood and reached down and tilted her face up so he could see her green eyes wet with tears staring lovingly up at Him. He knew he did not want to hurt her but she must remember to always do as He asked of her. He asked her what she thought her punishment should be. 

Knowing that one of the things that pleased him most was to spank her ass until it was bright red she told him, "Sir please I think that a lashing with your favorite crop would be a suitable punishment for me disappointing you."

Smiling he nodding and walked over to the closet and pulled out a black leather riding crop one that he knew she hated because of the welts that it would leave upon her fair skin. He then sat down in the lounge chair in the corner of the room and motioned for her to come over to him. She got back down on all fours and slowly crawled over to him then asked, "Sir, may Yours receive her lashings now?" 

He puller her across his lap and slowly ran his hand along her back from her neck to the curve of her ass cheeks admiring her skin still slightly damp from her bath. He then stated "Tonight my dear one you will be punished for not obeying me, you do not have to count or thank me for each lash but I do expect you not to move or make a sound at all. From now until I am finished you may not speak unless I ask you a direct question, nod if you understand me." He then whispered in her ear, "At this time there is no safe word, I want you to put your complete trust into me that yes this may hurt but when I am finished you will understand that I possess complete control over you , nod if you understand this as well."

She looked up at His face and for just a slight moment the thoughts of getting up and running away from her entered her mind, but she knew if she left she would not see Him again. So she slowly nodded her head and then lowered it down beside his thigh breathing in His warm scent preparing herself for what was to come.

He then picked up His crop and ran it along the same path his hands had just traveled smiling at the slight shiver that ran thru her. Quickly He smacked one cheek and felt her tense on His lap, He then ran the crop along her body again and smacked her other cheek twice. She let lose a small gasp of breath but did not make a noise and he was proud of His little one. 

This play with the crop lasted a few more minutes until He decided it was time for her real punishment, He then raised the crop and quickly smacked her ass with it ten times in a row a smile appearing on His face watching her flesh start to welt and turn bright red. Then suddenly He switched to her other cheek and gave it ten quick lashings as well and stopped to watch it turn to match its twin. He felt a small heat from between her legs on his thigh and with a throaty laugh he asked her if she felt her punishment was over and gave her permission to speak.

She turned her head to look at him and whispered "Sir I think Your slut needs to be punished for enjoying her punishment." 

He laughed at her and pushed her head back down and quickly gave her ten more lashes to each of her cheeks and then began to rub where he had just spanked. He felt her growing even more warm and wet and dipped his hand between her thighs to cup her sex.

She smiled to herself thinking her punishment was not that bad and that maybe she should disobey more often , for little did He know that a spanking was something she craved from Him. She felt His hands slowly rubbing around her cunt, and spreading open the lips to her hot hungry cunt. She then felt two fingers dipping inside her and slowly fingering her, she thought she would soon cum if he continues then and let a small moan escape her lips. He then pulled his hand away quickly and asked her , "My Slut, were you given permission to enjoy yourself?"

She just nodded her head no and lowered it back down wondering what would be next. He then flipped her over on to her back still laying across His lap and began to roll her nipple between His thumb and forefinger while His other hand slowly started to search out her clit and He tugged a little on the gold hoop. Once He had her nipple hard he bent His head and began to lick and suck at her, nipping her and biting a little with his teeth.

He reached over to the table next to the chair and pulled out a set of nipple clamps and tightened one to the nipple that was just in his mouth. Then he repeated the play with her other nipple and attached the other clamp. He then told her to stand and follow Him to the bed, He told her to lye down in the center with her legs spread. He crawled between them and began to finger her again and searched out her clit with his other hand , He then caught her little bud with His teeth and nibbled just a bit and warned her "you do not have My permission to cum yet little one so hold back."

He slowly circled her clit with his tongue while adding a third finger into her dripping pussy slowly moving them in a circular motion knowing that His mouth was bringing her to the point of orgasm. He reached into His pocket and pulled out another clamp and attached it to her clit. He ordered her to her knees on the side of the bed and told her to get into position/

She quickly scrambled to the floor and tucked her legs underneath her and laced her fingers behind her head. He stood up next to her and told her to please him and make up for all of her naughtiness for the day.

She slowly reached up and unbuttoned His pants pulling them down along with His underwear with one quick and well practiced motion licking her lips, as his cock was bared to her for the first time today. She smiled up at him and asked, "Sir may I please worship you and please you with my mouth?"

He smiled and nodded his approval and she began to kiss the head of his cock stopping to lick the tip where just a bit of precum had began to ooze out. She then gripped the base of His cock and licked around the head planting little kisses everywhere. She slipped just the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it feeling Him twitch a little and grow even harder in her mouth.

He soon began to grow tired of this slow job she was doing and gripped the back of her head forcing her to take all eight inches deep into her throat. He held her there for a minute allowing her to grow accustomed to His size deep in her throat. She moaned and began to work her head up and down His length smiling in her head that she was able to please Him. 

He then grabbed the back of her head and held her very still as he began fucking her face controlling His pleasure not worried about anything else. He felt him self begin to tense up as his orgasm built and pulled quickly from her mouth telling her to bend over the side of the bed.

In one quick thrust he burring his cock deep with in her warmth and began working it in and out of her wet cunt. He reached around and tugged on a nipple ring pulling it tighter making her scream in a mix of pleasure and pain. He rubbed her still red ass soothing away a bit of the soreness that still lingered . He moved in and out of her quickening His pace. He reached up and grabbed a hand full of her curls pulling her head back as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. He felt her cunt tightening around his cock and knew she was on the brink of not being able to control her orgasm much longer, so he paced him self even faster . As he was close to cumming Himself he grabbled her waist and pulled her completely on to Him and told her, "Cum for me little one NOW."

She allowed her body to take over and came, and felt his warm seed covering the walls of her cunt. He then lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed kissing her mouth as their breathing slowed. He then reached down and slowly released all of the clamps on her body allowing blood to rush back to her sore nipples and clit. He pulled her close to him smiled into her hair and whispered "you have pleased me my pet." 

She snuggled closer to him feeling safe in his arms she smiled looking up at him waiting for him to allow her to speak. He told her to feel free to talk.

She then softly said "thank you Sir for making me Yours, I hope never to disappoint You again. I belong to You and wish only to make You happy." 

She then closed her eyes wrapped in his arms and smiled and fell into a soft sleep all while thinking of what tomorrow may bring. 



The Punishment



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It is a memory that is both painful and pleasing to me, the night my Master had to punish me. I say painful because I learned a lesson that night. It was a lesson that I will always remember. I learned that by denying my Master, I in a way, denied myself something too. I say it is pleasing because it helped me grow. I learned that because I had denied him, I hurt him, and I learned then how deeply I cared for my Master and how much I longed to please him. Looking back I can recall the words and share them with you. I desire to do this, so you know I have learned my lesson and I've been trained well. I am a better slave for having had this happen to me. . . the night my Master had to punish me.

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"Welcome home Master," I whisper to him, my hands slip around his neck. 

I see his eyes. I know why he looks angry. I take my hands away from him and lower my head.

"I can still smell the scent," he says.

"Yes, Master." 

"You came just moments before I arrived home didn't you?" he asks. 

I feel the first trickle of a tear escape my chocolate-colored eyes. "Yes, Master."

"Go to the room and prepare yourself," he orders. 

"Yes, Master."

I leave him, my eyes full of tears that threaten to fall. I have never done this before, I have never come without his permission, but I had this time. I was so excited to know he was coming home, I couldn't help myself. 

I move into the room. The lights are dim, but the objects easily seen. I look up at the ceiling and see the chain hung suspended from the plaster. The suede lined cuffs hang from them and I shiver at their sight. We'd used cuffs before, but he told me these were special ones, ones he'd only use if I were to be punished. There are anklets on the floor as well and I know I am to be in them before he enters the room. 

I had always been a good slave, but I have failed him. He had shown me long ago what would be expected of me if I had to be punished. He had told me once how to prepare myself for his lesson. I remember everything. 

I slip off my shoes and socks. I wear no panties or bra, only my pink skirt, that hugs my round ass. My white blouse lays tight around my breasts, my nipples flat, out of fear. I know he will not hurt me to the point of distrust and loss of love, but I still am unaware of what his punishment will be. 

My fingers slip to the anklets, securing each one of my ankles inside the soft suede. My legs are now spread just a bit further than shoulder width apart and I reach up to grab one of the wrist cuffs. I secure it and wait for him, knowing he will be in to secure the other. 

I stand there, my legs spread, my arm raised, the other against my side. I am not sure how long I waited, but I finally hear my Master. His footsteps sound down the hall. I hear him unpacking his suitcase in our bedroom. I hear him change clothes, get a drink of water and for a minute I find myself growing both frustrated and frightened from the waiting he is making me do. 

He does come for me. I feel his presence when he enters the room. He says nothing to me as his hand takes my free wrist and secures it above me. I watch him lift the chain and feel my arms relax for a moment before they are raised up again and the chain secured. This time though he must has taken a few links away, my arms are stretched tighter. My breasts jut out, my shoulder blades are pinched in and my stomach muscles tighten. It is not so uncomfortable to cause me pain, but it is not a relaxed position either. 

"How many times did you come?" he asks. 

"Just once Master."

"Was it small?" 

"No Master. I came hard for you." 

"You did not come for me," he says. 

He says nothing else. I feel his fingers pull my hair back and I feel his breath caresses my cheek. His tongue slips up to my ear and he bites on my lobe. His fingers remain tangled in my red locks and he twists my head to the side. I shiver as he rains bites, that feel like little bee stings, up and down my warm skin. I whimper when he releases my head, forcefully shoving me away. 

"Oh," A whimper of abandonment escapes my lips. 

I hear the sound of a sharp blade being pulled from a sheath. I know that sound and I wait. The cold metal slips along my thigh as my Master stands behind me. I bite my lip and remain still as He runs the tip of the knife along my skin. He does not cut me and I know I am to not move, for he does not wish to draw blood. 

I feel the material of my skirt give way as the sharp edge of the weapon begins to slip through the soft fabric. I tremble for a moment when my skirt falls, leaving my ass and cunt open to both his viewing pleasure and the cool temperature of the room. 

He comes around and I watch my chest rise and fall as he slips his knife over the center of my shirt. I watch the blade skate down between my breasts. The tip runs over the my left nipple. "Mmmm..." He draws a circle around my nipple, it rises and I watch his mouth capture the hard nub. He suckles it, moistening the fabric as well as my skin. "Master." 

He pulls away and slips the knife under my shirt and in one quick motion the front is torn open from the gleaming steel. "Ohhh." I shudder. I feel my pussy become slick with nectar. 

I hear the sound of the knife being tossed away. His lips move over the tops of my breasts, they trail over the freckled spots that rest nestled between my cleavage. I watch him continue downward. His tongue flicks at my nipple. "Yesss, Master." He bites the pink pearl. "Ohhh." He bites again, harder. "Oh God!" 

My eyes flicker close, immediately he leaves my breasts, pulls on my hair and I know I am supposed to watch him. I do. I watch his mouth return to my breasts, his tongue lavishes my right nipple then the left. He bares his teeth to me and pulls on the little peaks, until they are red and sore. My pussy is slick with honey. I feel it sliding over my lips and dripping down my thighs. "Oh Master." 

He says nothing to me. He slides his tongue down to my stomach, biting at the small mole that rests beside my belly button. I shake with desire. I feel my hands trying to wiggle free of the cuffs. It is pointless, still I try. He slaps my thighs. "Ohhhh." I look down at him, knowing I should not struggle against the restraints. 

He kisses the red mark and then leaves me. He is gone but a moment, but for me it is an eternity. I see him place a chair in front of my suspended form. My breathing becomes ragged as I watch him sit before me. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward. His mouth immediately dives into my cunt. "Oh fuck, Master!" 

He licks at my slit, his tongue moves up and down. His teeth reach out and bite at my clit. I buck against His face. His hand slaps my ass. "Master," I scream. He slaps me again. "Oh fuck." I try to refrain myself, I know the rules. I am to hang there allow Him to devour me at His pace and not try and force my own. 

It is so hard. I feel Him nuzzle my clit. He slows His actions. "No, Master. . .please don't." He slaps me again. I cry out. Inside my head I yell at myself. "Do not tell your Master no." I yell to myself, "You should not have come without Him." I yell at myself, "You know the rules!" 

He plunges a finger into my cunt, while His tongue continues to own and possess my pussy. He pushes the thick, hard digit in and out of me and I clench my muscles around Him. He slaps me again. "Oh fuck." I must remember I can do nothing it is all His job. He fucks me harder and faster, ramming a second and then a third finger deep within the depths of my slick cunt. 

I can feel the explosion burning. It is there on the edge of a great abyss just waiting. "Master. . . oh God, Master!"

He drags his fingers away from my pussy and stands up. He looks at me and I know I am to remain wet, slick, and hot for Him. He undresses slowly. Oh, God how slow He is. It is all I can do not to scream at Him to hurry. I need his cock. I live for it. I want it desperately. The passion inside me is burning and I know He can fulfill it. 

He steps up to me and releases the restraints on my ankles, and then on my wrists. His eyes bore into mine and when I drop, my arms wrap around his neck. He grabs my ass, lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He impales me on his stiff cock and lifts me up and then down. "Yes, Master! Fuck me, Master!" 

He drives into me. Taking two steps he pushes me back against the wall and continues to take His slave. His cunt. His whore. "Yes... Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Master." 

I feel His come erupt inside me and I feel the tears of ecstasy escape my lids. I clamp onto Him, welcoming his seed and loving the warmth of it. He continues to impale me, bringing me to that edge of a great climax. "Ohhhhh... God Master.... Oh fuck... yess... yesss! Master... Oh,Master! May I come?" 

"NO!" 



The Punishment



Velda stood before the headmaster's desk and looked at him in horror. He had to be kidding, but she knew deep down that she had pushed him a little too far this time. Also, she had to admit that the punishment did fit the crime.

Velda was a rebel; she was leader of the pack. She had been up before Mr. Bingham on more than one occasion for school uniform violations. She had also been up for drinking, smoking and many other misdemeanors.

Velda was now in her last term at Merton High. She was 18 and she would be leaving Merton High in the summer break. She was an extremely attractive young woman with auburn hair and a stunning figure for a girl of her age. Over the last term, she had liaisons with several of the guys who were in the same year as she was. It was recorded by Matron in the notes Mr. Bingham was looking at - sexually active.

Her misdemeanor this time was exposing herself in a lewd manner to a new trainee teacher, causing him extreme embarrassment. What she had done was to sit in her usual position at the front of the class and flash her pussy at the poor young teacher. He had been so distracted by the sight of the shaven pussy openly displayed to him that he had not been able to continue his teaching.

Mr. Bingham had admonished her for her actions and said that he was going to teach her a lesson she would not forget. Her punishment was that she would spend one whole day acting as a classroom assistant. This bit did not sound too bad to Velda. She could cope with that. It was the second bit that had struck her speechless. 

As she obviously liked showing herself off, she would also have to spend the entire day totally naked.

Velda looked at him in horror. "You've got to be kidding," she said. "You can't make me do that." 

Mr. Bingham looked at her. "Oh yes, I can, young lady. It's either that or expulsion, and I'm not sure what your parents would say to that, especially when they were told why you were expelled. I don't think your father, the bishop, would be very amused to find out that his daughter had been flashing her pussy at the teacher."

Velda knew she was finished. Mr. Bingham had hit her where it hurt, her father. There was nothing to do but accept her punishment. Mr. Bingham saw he had won. He smiled to himself. "Right, young lady, be in my office eight thirty in the morning and I will have your program for the day."

The following morning just before eight thirty, Velda was to be seen making her way to the principal's office. It wasn't that she was just being punctual for her meeting with Mr. Bingham. More to the point, due to the worry about her punishment, she had not slept all that well last night.

Hesitantly, she knocked on the door. A voice called for her to come in. With certain trepidation, she entered the office. She was a little surprised to find not only Mr. Bingham there, but also two other senior teachers and the young teacher she had embarrassed by her flashing incident. 

"Good morning, Velda," Mr. Bingham said, looking at his watch. "Glad to see you are on time and that you are taking your punishment seriously." He picked up a typed sheet from his desk and handed it to her. "This is your schedule for today. Please try to adhere to it as closely as possible." Velda glanced at the sheet. She didn't really take it in apart from the first line, which read, 9 A.M., helping Mr. Vincent with upper sixth history. Velda gasped. That was her class. All her friends would be there and what's more, it was a mixed class.

"Right, Velda, we do not want you to be late for your first class, so if you would remove all your clothes, we can get you off. I will keep your clothes and you can pick them up again at the end of the day. Oh, and by the way, young lady, any infringement of my rules, like getting your friends to provide you with clothing before the day is over and I will extend your punishment for a second day."

Velda looked around the office at the four teachers and Mr. Bingham. They all stood watching her expectantly. She knew there was now nothing she could do but comply with Mr. Bingham's ruling. Now she did not look the confident, cocky, teenager as she began to slowly undo the buttons of her school blouse. 

Before she peeled it off revealing her large breasts encased in a white cotton bra, she saw Mr. Bingham smiling to himself as he watched the young woman undress. At least she was wearing her college uniform. Her skirt quickly followed her blouse and now she was left standing in front of the four guys in just her bra and panties. She looked pleadingly at Mr. Bingham hoping for a last second reprieve.

She could see by his stern face that there was none coming. Hesitantly, she reached around and unclasped her bra. It fell away revealing her breasts, twin firm mounds of creamy flesh topped with dark brown areolas and prominent buds of nipples. She dropped the cotton bra on top of her already discarded clothes. Then with a look again at the four men, she put her fingers in the waist band of her panties and pushed them down. They slid over her hips, caught for a moment between her legs, and then slid down her long legs to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood there naked. She could not help but notice that she was not the only one who was feeling some discomfort at this moment, as tell tale bulges had suddenly appeared in the front of all the guys' trousers.

Mr. Bingham looked at the young woman's naked body. It was stunning for a woman of her age-- good firm breasts, a hard flat stomach and a delightful pussy. He was pleased to she that she shaved and that her cleft and her pussy lips were clearly displayed. He smiled at the clearly embarrassed young woman. "Right, young lady, if you would sit down and remove your shoes and socks, we can all get off to our work." Velda moved back and sat in a chair. It was only when she was seated that she realized that removing her shoes and socks from this position would display her openly to the teachers. She knew there was nothing she could do but brazen it out. They had already seen almost everything there was to see and before the day was out, she would have displayed herself naked to the whole school, so what was the point of being shy. 

She drew one foot up and placed it on the chair and proceeded to slowly unfasten her shoe. She knew in this position her pussy was now on open display. She saw the men looking at her brazen with interest. She smirked. "Get your eyes full, you dirty lechers," she thought to herself.

Now that she was completely naked, Mr. Bingham turned to Mr. West, the physics teacher,. "Would you escort Velda to Mr. Vincent's classroom, and the rest of you can return to your classes. You will all get a chance to work with Velda during the day." Mr. West smiled at Velda and reluctantly she followed him out of the principal's office.

It was a strange and slightly unnerving experience for her walking down the corridor naked, but she knew that worse was shortly to come as she made her way towards Mr. Vincent's classroom and her friends in the upper sixth. Mr. West paused outside the door. Inside, Velda could hear her classmates chatting. He looked her up and down. "Will see you later, young lady," he said. Then he opened the classroom door for her.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the class room. The chatting suddenly stopped and there was a deathly silence as she made her way across to where Mr. Vincent was sitting behind his desk. He smiled when he saw the naked girl, and he felt his cock twitch. 

The students couldn't really believe what they were seeing. Here was the attractive Velda, the figure in most of the guys' wildest fantasies, stark naked. The guys in the class could not believe their luck. One or two had seen her attributes displayed before and more than one of them had had the pleasure of her body, but for the majority of them, the chance to see this attractive young woman displaying herself so openly was more than they could ever have wished for. 

Some of the girls in the class, particularly her friends, had sympathy for her. She had told them what she was going to have to do and they knew just what she must be feeling having to display herself naked in front of everyone. Some of the others were secretly enjoying her humiliation. It was mostly the ones who were jealous of her popularity and her attributes. As far as they were concerned, the bitch was getting her just deserts at last. 

For Velda's part, it was strange. She had been mortified when she received her punishment and this feeling had only been compounded this morning when she was made to undress in front of the staff members in the principal's office. But now the deed had been done and she was naked. A strange change had taken place within her. Although she still felt humiliated, she was also beginning to feel excited by her position. 

Secretly she had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and loved to see the guys looking at her body when she was dressed in some of the more revealing outfits she used to wear. She had felt no qualms about displaying her pussy to the wimp of a teacher who reported her. It was just a sudden urge she had on her part to shock him. 

Mr. Vincent was more than pleased with his naked assistant. Like most of the male teachers at Merton High, he had always had a secret desire to see the attractive Velda without her clothes, and now he had her for an hour and he was going to make the most of it. He gave her the work books to hand out and watched he as she paraded herself around the class. He could guess that most of the guys in the room would be by now sporting erections as they got a chance to view Velda's naked charms at close quarters.

As she walked around, she smiled at the guys she knew. She did not mind them seeing her like this. As she placed Andy Clark's book on his desk, she pursed her lips at him in a silent kiss. Andy was the captain of Merton High's football team and it was only a couple of nights ago that he had enjoyed the thrill of sliding his cock between those attractive pussy lips that were openly displayed to him. What Velda didn't like was displaying herself to the nerds. She could actually feel the eyes of these creeps boring into her and following her wherever she went.

After she had handed out the books and papers, Mr. Vincent told her to sit on a high stool at the side of his desk while he was giving the lesson. It was placed in a position where both he and the class had a good view of her. Also, in getting on and off the stool to do things like clean the whiteboard or pass out other books, she was giving everyone an interesting show.

As she sat there listening to Mr. Vincent blab on about the Industrial revolution, Velda suddenly remembered the paper that Mr. Bingham had given her with the schedule. She had only glanced at it and then folded it and tucked it under her bracelet. She pulled it out and unfolded it. 

9:00 Mr. Vincent: upper sixth History

10:15 Mr. West: Physics

11:30 Mr. Gregory: Biology. 

She stared at this one. Mr. Gregory was certainly an old pervert. He had been caught on a couple of occasions peeping into the girl's dormitory and he was often lurking around when the girls were doing gymnastics in the gym. Velda was certainly not looking forward to that one.

12:45 Lunch Break. (You must use the dining hall) Obviously he didn't want her sneaking off. 

14:00 Senior Basket Ball. (Mixed) Challenge match against St Markham's. Velda looked at this. The sneaky bastard, she thought to herself, he wasn't satisfied showing her off to her own college friends. He had actually arranged a match against another local college so he could embarrass her in front of them as well.

16:00 Mr. Myer's Art Life Class. Her naked day finished with the art class and Velda could guess that she would probably be the model. Not only did he want to totally embarrass her, but he was also using her to save money on a model as well.

At last Mr. Vincent's class was over. The pupils filed out and Velda was instructed to collect in all the work books and papers. Mr. Vincent was sorry to see her go. It had made an interesting diversion, and he knew most of the people in the class had enjoyed it as well. Mr. Vincent thanked her and watched her leave the room. She certainly had a great arse, he mused to himself.

Andy was waiting for her as she left. He knew about her punishment. One of her mates had passed him a note about it during class. "Are you okay?" he inquired. 

Velda nodded and smiled. "As well as I can be spending the day being ogled by every nerd in the school." 

Andy shrugged. "I don't know how he can get away with it. You should have refused." 

She smiled to herself. "I wish I could but there were problems. He said he would report me to my dad, and if he had done that, I would have been in real hot water." Andy walked with her the short distance to Mr. West's classroom. As they parted, he could not resist rubbing his hand over her exposed bottom. Velda smiled at him. "I'm going to need more than that by the time today's over," she said. "I hope you're available." 

He grinned. "Just call me. You've got my number." 

Mr. West's class went similar to the first one. He used her to do the menial tasks and just let her sit there and be stared at by the class members. They could not really concentrate on physics when there was an attractive naked woman sitting in the front of the classroom. At last the bell sounded. The guys smiled at her as they left the room, some hanging on to get one last look at her openly displayed charms.

Velda wasn't looking forward to the next class with Mr. Gregory. The class was full when she walked into the room. By now the word had gone around the college about her naked display. The guys in the class looked at her in awe and the girls smirked. Mr. Gregory licked his lips. He could not wait to get his hands on this naked beauty. When he had found out he was one of the teachers who would be getting Velda as a teaching assistant, he had quickly made plans and revised his lesson for that day. The word from the principal had been for him to use her for whatever purpose he required. That gave him a lot of leeway. 

He held up his hands for silence. "Today we are going to concentrate on the anatomy of the female body," he said. "It is not in your workbooks for this week, but as we have the able assistance of this young lady, I thought it was too good to miss the opportunity. It is a lot better to have an actual body to work on than doing it through pictures." He smiled a sickly smile at Velda. 

"Oh, shit," she thought. The dirty pervert was going to use her.

"If you would step up here, please," he said to Velda, indicating a low stool, "everyone will be able to get a clear view." Velda glared at him as she stepped up onto the stool. All he wanted was for everyone to get a clear view of her. 

He stood so close to her that she could clearly smell the tobacco on his clothes, for Mr. Gregory was a pipe smoker. "I hope you can all see our subject," he said. Velda knew everyone could see, as the ones at the back were already standing up to get a better view. "First, I want to point out to you the main parts of a female body. You will all have a chance for a closer inspection later." Velda could not believe what she was hearing. "The most obvious parts of a woman's body are the breasts. Here we have an unusually fine example." He touched her breasts gently with a small pointer he was carrying. Velda jumped, much to the amusement of the class, causing her breasts to wobble deliciously.

"This area of the breast is called the areola," he said, indicating the light brown circle with his pointer, "and here we have the nipple." Velda felt him touching her nipple. She tried to remain calm and not give the class anything more to smirk at.

"The nipple is connected to the mammary gland and is used for the purpose of feeding infants in the months after childbirth." He smiled at the class. "The nipples are also a very sensitive part of a woman's body and are used extensively in foreplay, which takes place prior to the sexual act, to stimulate and make a woman available for the sexual act."

To Velda's indignation and the amusement of the class, he placed his pointer in his top pocket and reached out and began to gently pull and squeeze her nipples. They were already stiff but became even more alert as he worked on them. He looked at the class. "You can see quite clearly how much bigger they have grown with just a few moments stimulation." Velda wished the floor would open up and swallow her. She did not know how much of this she would be able to take. 

Thankfully, he now stopped playing with her nipples, but she realized that this was not the end of her ordeal. "Moving on," he said, "we come to the other area of a woman's body that is different from the male species, the pubic region." Mr. Gregory had realized that he had gotten away with actually touching her nipples, so the pointer remained in his pocket as he was more than happy to use his hands on the less than happy young woman.

"This area here is known as the mons veneris." He gently touched the raised protrudence just above her cleft. Velda shuddered at his touch. "It is raised forward by the pubic bone. This area is usually covered by short hair which normally obscures the vagina, but in the case of our subject, it as been shaved away giving us a clear view." The fact that he was actually touching her so close to her pussy was already beginning to have its effects on her. Although she was more than a little embarrassed, she realized much to her annoyance that she was becoming aroused. 

"Here we have the outer lips of the vagina known as the outer labia." His fingers slowly stroked down over her pussy. Velda bit her lip in an attempt not to make a sound. "If we part the lips like this," he said, inserting his fingers and spreading her open-- at this point she could no longer stop herself emitting a slight groan-- "inside we find the inner labia and the entrance to the vagina."

He held her open so that everyone could see the wet pink interior of her pussy. Velda was seething with anger and frustration. How could he be doing this to her, displaying her so intimately to the class? But she could already feel the ache deep inside and she knew she wanted to feel more.

He looked around at the class who were now silently looking at Velda as she stood there, her most intimate parts exposed. He did not move his hands from her but continued to explain. "We spoke earlier about stimulation during the sexual act. I explained and demonstrated how sensitive the nipples were, but here again we have two most sensitive spots. The first one is known as the G spot it is located here at the anterior wall of the vagina." With this he slid his finger deep into Velda's pussy. She groaned and her muscles constricted around his finger, gripping him. He smiled. 

He slowly withdrew his finger causing Velda to push forward, not wanting to release him. "Then we have the main sexual stimulation point, the clitoris." He opened her up again and was not surprised to find her extremely wet. He pointed this out to the class and Velda reddened in shame. He worked his finger to the top of her cleft, lifted the hood and pointed out the hard bud of her clit. "The only point of this small item is to induce sexual pleasure to the woman." With that, he slowly began to rotate it beneath his finger. Velda clutched onto her breasts and squeezed them as jolts of pleasure flowed through her body. "I want you to note her actions as I stimulate this point," he said and Velda again groaned, rotating her hips and squeezing her breasts. Suddenly she could hold back no longer and she came with a rush, her juices running from her pussy and running down her legs.




The Punishment



Mr. Webster withdrew his hand and smiled as he wiped it on a large handkerchief. He looked at the class. "What you have just witnessed is an orgasm, the climax of the sexual act. Now I am just going to let the young lady calm down and then she will be available for your examination.

He passed Velda a cloth and allowed her to wipe herself. She felt so ashamed about what she had done that she could not look at the people in the classroom. Then from a cupboard he produced a blanket which he covered his desk with. He asked Velda to lay herself down on it. She lay there with her eyes closed as members of the class came around and examined her. They touched her breasts, tugged on her nipples, and even delved into the wet interior of her pussy. She lay there accepting their searching hands, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. 

At last, she was saved by the lunch bell. She eased herself off the desk. Mr. Webster thanked her for her cooperation and he watched the poor girl leave the room. He had to admit to himself that it had been the most entertaining lesson he had ever taught. 

Velda made her way to the ladies rest room. She took a large towel from a pile on the table and went and stood in a shower for ten minutes, allowing the hot water to rinse her body, then dried herself. She wondered how much more she could endure. During the last hour, everything had turned sour. She was no longer getting pleasure from her exposure, but she knew she still had the afternoon to go.

All eyes were on her as she walked into the dining room. Mr. Bingham was one of the teachers on duty and he was pleased to see she was obeying his instructions. He noticed she wasn't looking too happy. Maybe his punishment was working.

Andy and two of his teammates came over and sat with her. It stopped any of the nerds getting close, and it wasn't a hardship for them, although Andy was a little concerned about her. It was still a pleasure to sit and eat lunch with a naked beauty like Velda. This sentiment was echoed by his two friends who, sitting close to her, of course had an unrestricted view of her body and all it had to offer.

He inquired how it had gone up to now, but she did not want to discuss the morning and so they chatted about the basketball game. Andy told her that the game was a sell out. She didn't have to inquire why. After lunch, Andy and the guys escorted her to the gym. In the dressing room the rest of the team was already changed and when Velda came in, Graham the team coach, eyed her naked body. He had been looking forward to seeing her all day after he had been told about the punishment.

He had lusted after the young woman for a long time. In fact, ever since she had joined the team, he had fantasized about her body and now he had at last the chance to see it in all its naked glory. It was perfect. He had to slip a hand into his pocket to prevent his erection from tenting the front of his track suit. Oh, how he would like to get his hands on those melons and drive his cock into the dark cleft of her pussy. He looked forward to spending the next two hours with this beauty although he would have to share her with about 500 or so others.

Mr. Bingham had for safety's sake allowed a concession and agreed that she could wear trainers for the afternoon game. Graham handed them to her and watched as she slipped them on her feet. As she lifted her feet up to tie them he was presented with an unrestricted view of her pussy. He almost came there and then.

There were four women and four guys on the team. Velda was vice captain today. She was captain of the women's team, but Graham had made Chris the captain as he was the captain of the guys team. Graham decided to play her with the first string. He knew the large crowds were already waiting impatiently to see her and he would be lynched if he left her on the bench.

The bell sounded and they were ready to go. Graham tossed Velda the ball. "Go and give it to them, girl," he said. The team ran out onto the court, and there was a loud burst of applause as the crowd got their first sight of the naked Velda. The sound was awesome. She couldn't believe they were cheering her. The problems of the morning were left behind as she smiled and waved at the crowd who cheered and stamped their feet. Velda now loved the feeling of being naked in front of so many people and she knew she was going to put on a great show for them.

I think the fact that Merton High were playing a naked player was a distinct advantage. Not only did it put the other team off their stride a little, but every time she got the ball, the crowd roared her on. Maybe it was the sight of her breasts swinging as she ran down the court or the sight of her exposed pussy when she jumped to make a shot. What ever it was Merton was in front by 28 points by half time. Back in the dressing room Graham was treated to the sight of Velda's body now coated in a sheen of perspiration which only made her look even more exciting.

The second half was tighter. The St. Markham's team had obviously been spoken too and they played it rougher this time. In the first half they had shied away from the naked Velda, but this time they tackled her with more fervor. On several occasions she was pulled to the floor amid boos from the crowd and several players were admonished by the ref for grabbing hold of the more interesting parts of her anatomy, but on the whole, the crowd loved it, and so did Velda. In the end Merton won by 68 to 42 and Velda was carried shoulder high from the court. 

She was brought back out for the presentations and received the player of the match award.

Andy was waiting for her outside the dressing room and they walked back over to the school together. There were quite a few people milling around after the game and Velda was again enjoying the experience of exhibiting herself. 

People came over and spoke to her and others stopped and turned as she walked past. Andy placed his arm around her waist. She snuggled up to him. "I have one more class to do and then I have to go back and see Mr. Bingham," she said. 

Andy smiled. "I'll be waiting for you." 

Velda ran her hand down the front of his trousers. She caressed his semi-hard cock. "I'm going to need this after I have finished," she said. 

Andy nodded. "It will be waiting for you."

After all she had done today, the art class itself was a breeze. All she had to do was to sit there and let them paint her. Mr. Mitchell, the art teacher, complimented her on her beauty and asked if she would come back and model for them again. She smiled and nodded. "I'm sure we can arrange something," she said.

Mr. Bingham was on his own in the office. He looked up when she came in. "Well, Velda, you have completed your punishment, and you have done all that was asked of you. I hope you have learned your lesson." Velda stood there with head bowed. "You may take your clothes and get dressed." Velda looked at her pile of clothes still where she had left them that morning. She picked them up in her arms. Mr. Bingham looked at her in surprise. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked. 

Velda shook her head. "Not a lot of point, sir," she said. "My boy friend's waiting for me outside, and after all I have had to endure today, I'm in need of a good fucking." Mr. Bingham looked at her, shocked by her language. "So there's little point of putting my clothes on only for him to take them off again." 

Mr. Bingham smiled and shook his head. "Get yourself off, young lady, and don't be late for class in the morning or I might have another punishment for you." 

Velda smiled at him. "Is that a threat or a promise, sir?" she said as she slipped out of the door and into Andy's arms.

*

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The Punishment



"Is this what you want?"

Lisa looked not at the man's face but at the thick purple head of the erect cock he was slowly stroking with his hands, the beads of pre-come dripping from the ball poking out of the tip of it, drawing a groan from its owner and making her even more excited as she squirmed, wondering how she had ended up like this.

She had been expecting something. John had said he had a special treat for her and she should come home, but when she had arrived, rough hands had grabbed her and covered her eyes before she could take more than a couple of steps into the room. She had been held tightly while someone else had pulled her skirt, shoes and pantyhose off with little ceremony, a hand forcing her legs apart and a finger roughly invading her slowly moistening pussy. She had then been forced backwards until her legs encountered the couch. Someone had undone the buttons on her jacket and between what she figured out were two men, they had forced her to sit on the couch, her arms out spread, her legs trapped under their weight as they secured her wrists first and then her legs, pulling her knees up so that her ass was on the edge of the couch and the gash of her cunt fully exposed to view and open to their treatments, which had not taken long to start.

Lisa heard the hum before she felt the vibrator rammed into her cunt, making her jerk against her bindings as the teasing vibrations began to excite her. Another rough hand smeared something over her ass and just as her brain figured out it was lubricant, the butt plug, larger than anything she had, was shoved home, making her cry out, not entirely in pleasure. They then cut away the shell and bra that was covering her breasts. Her nipples, already hardened with excitement were subjected to a pair of clamps that sent shocks of desire and pain through her body simultaneously.

Then they removed the blindfold. Standing naked in front of her, hands on his hips was Rick, and on his knees, to the side, was John, his hands moving back and forth over Rick's cock, stroking it and keeping it hard.

"I asked you bitch if this is what you want?" John asked again, not too kindly.

Lisa was mesmerized by the motion of John's hands on Rick's cock but she noticed that John's cock was also hard and oozing where it lay supported on his legs.

"Do you want his cock?" John asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I didn't hear you?"

"Yes," she said in a clearer voice.

"What do you want to do with it?" he asked.

"Suck it," she said, her tongue moving over her lips in anticipation of sucking Rick's cock, the feel of it moving in her mouth.

"Like this?" John asked, putting action to his words as he turned Rick sideways and sucked his cock into his mouth in one smooth motion that make Lisa moan in desire and lust as Rick groaned in appreciation. Lisa's eyes were glued to the vision of Rick's cock in John's mouth, and she imagined him licking it and sucking it in the warm confines of his mouth. Her tongue pantomimed the actions in her own mouth as she strained and squirmed against the bindings, a pool of liquid deepening at the base of her ass from her excitement.

It seemed over too quickly as John pulled his way along Rick's cock, licking the head at the end as he released it to the air, making Rick moan with desire.

"Yes, like that," she whimpered.

Again John sucked the entire length of Rick's cock into his mouth, before pulling back and wrapping one hand around the thick breadth of it, slowly stroking it as he sucked it. His other hand started playing with Rick's balls, massaging them and squeezing them, harder as Rick tried to force more of his cock into John's mouth. Lisa was on the edge of an orgasm watching the scene in front of her. From the way Rick was moving he was about to come and come hard. John must have realized it too because he suddenly pulled his mouth off Rick's cock and squeezed it, causing Rick to cry out slightly.

"Can't have you coming," John said as Rick slumped to the floor in a bit of pain and exhaustion.

John turned his attention to Lisa who was looking at him. She saw the flush of excitement on his chest and his cock was hard and glistening from his own pleasure. He reached for the vibrator between her legs and pulled it out with a wet slurp, making Lisa moan, its loss a sudden hole in her pleasure that she needed to have filled, her own orgasm thwarted just as Rick's had been. John also removed the nipple clamps and the blood rushed back in, causing her a little pain at the sudden return of sensations.

"The two of you have been bad," John said, looking at them. "The question is what to do about it."

Lisa was beginning to understand. John had found out about their liaisons and she was suddenly scared.

"On your knees, Rick. Lick her twat," John said and Rick moved quickly to obey, positioning himself in front of her, his rough tongue snaking out to lick her from ass to clit and back again. She had to admit that it felt good but she was afraid of what was to come next.

John just stood there, watching them, his cock bobbing in time to his heartbeat. Lisa was torn by the warm feelings between her legs cold fear as she tried to guess what John was going to do next. She watched him come to a decision and walk over to the desk, partially hidden by the shape of the room and picked something up and brought it over the couch where he picked up the bottle of lube and smeared a handful over his own cock before sliding the vibrating cock ring into place. He took another handful of lube and roughly applied it to Rick's upturned ass before kneeling behind him and roughly shoving his cock into Rick's ass.

Rick groaned into Lisa's pussy with the invasion but continued licking her as John slowly stroked himself in and out of Rick's ass. Lisa's excitement went up another notch at this sight and she pulled again at her bindings to maneuver herself to where Rick could have the most effect with his mouth moaning each time John pushed Rick's mouth into her snatch.

Rick, trapped in the middle, was grunting with the assault. Lisa watched John pull back and heard him pop out of Rick's ass, his cock messy and still stone hard. She wanted it more than she had wanted anything before and she knew she was not going to get it, which she found excited her even more.

John turned off the vibrator but left the ring, keeping his cock hard as he reached under Rick, who had continued licking Lisa, and pulled the butt plug out of Lisa, causing her to hiss as her anal passage was suddenly empty and the muscles began to contract. John took the plug and rammed it into Rick's recently reamed ass and Rick moaned into Lisa's swampy cunt and continued licking. John reached underneath Rick and began stroking his cock again, milking it like a cow's teat, slowly pulling it while squeezing Rick's balls. John began to feel Rick losing control and forced him up from licking Lisa, pointed Rick's cock in her general direction and as his orgasm washed over him, his seed came flying out of his abused cock in thick streams to cover Lisa's abdomen and drip down across her pussy. John let go of Rick's quickly deflating cock as Rick slumped back onto his heels. Lisa moaned in desire.

John picked up the discarded vibrator and turned it on again, ratcheting up the vibrations from their initial setting and rammed the plastic toy into Lisa's ass, causing her to jerk and pull against the bindings, slipping forward as he manipulated her ass, sawing it in and out before removing it and burying it in her gaping, angry looking pussy. Lisa screamed in pleasure as the vibrations made her tremble and then screamed again as John thrust his cock into her ass stopping only when the skin of his belly hit the sodden lips of her pussy with a squish.

Rather than pump in and out of her ass, he let his cock sit there while he diddled with her clit, rolling it back and forth slowly, each flick of his fingers over it causing her to yell louder and louder.

"Rick," he said, "shut her up."

Lisa watched Rick climb onto the couch and put his reviving cock near her mouth as John continued to pull and pinch her clit, slowly pushing his cock back and forth in her ass as she greedily gobbled up Rick's hardening cock, her orgasm held at bay by John refusing to keep a steady rhythm. Lisa licked Rick's cock, sucking it to hardness and beyond, wondering if John would bring her to orgasm before she had managed to make Rick come again, which might be a tough chore. Only two days ago she had met him naked at the door and taken him back to her bed where she proceeded to suck him to his first orgasm and he had then proceeded to fuck her in a number of positions for close to an hour before he came again, never once softening but leaving her pussy abused and sore for the rest of the day.

Lisa gasped, pulled from her memory as John pushed deep into her and pulled almost out, his fingers now setting up a constant drumming on her clit as he pushed and pulled in and out of her ass. She could feel her orgasm building, a crashing wave on the edge of her narrowing vision. A part of her hoped John would stop and let it build up again and another part of her hoped he would not. She bore down on Rick's cock, hard and thick in her mouth, sucking while breathing through her nose, the tingling in her nipples being spurred on by John's fingers pinching each nipple in turn as his fingers manipulated her clit. It was too much; the vibrator inside her, the full, stretched feeling of John's cock in her ass, the constant electric shock between nipple and clit and the smell of Rick's body, it all combined to push her over the edge. She pulled her mouth off of Rick's cock and cried out, her orgasm causing the abused muscles in her body to tremble and ripple, feelings of ecstasy and weightlessness coursing through her as she felt John's offering pour deep into her, triggering a second wave of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her limp and drained at the end, the world covered in a blanket of black velvet.

Lisa woke to find herself in bed, her arms and leg sore from where they had supported her weight, the apartment seemingly empty of other people. On the nightstand was a note.

Dear Lisa,

I hope you enjoy wearing the shoes. You certainly paid enough for them.

John

She was already crying when she noticed that the closet where his clothes had been was empty, except for a pair of black stiletto heels, sitting on the shelf. 



The Punishment



"I am very disappointed in you" said the commander. "You are a disgrace for this unit. We didn't have results so bad in many years."

Everybody was quiet, listening to the commander of the army facility talking about the results in the last exercises.

"There is probably a lack of discipline and willingness in you" he said. "But I'm going to change that!"

He silenced for a moment and the commanded:

"You there, start counting from 1 and everybody pick a number."

We obeyed the order and started counting from 1 to 146. When we finished two minutes later the commander spoke again:

"Let number 7, 23, 62, 99 and 121 step forward".

My heart beat harder. I heard my number, 62. I didn't know what the commander was having in mind, but picking random numbers didn't look good to me. I had to step forward, as all the other four guys were doing the same. We got out of the lines and stood in front of the commander.

"From now on, for every failure or disobedience I will pick some of you at random and punish you." Then he looked at us and said "Today you are the winners!"

"You are dismissed" he ordered the soldiers. "You, what should I do with you?" he wondered with a loud voice.

He remained silent for a while. Then Dr. Ysimbaieva, who stood next to him, like most of the officers, turned to the commander and talked to him. She was a few meters away from us, and was a little bit noise around, but I could still hear her words.

"Give them to me; I need some boys for new tests."

The commander listened to her and thought for a moment, then turned back to us and ordered:

"Officer Ysimbaieva will carry the punishment. Any disobedience and you'll spend the rest of the month in the North wing".

Oh, that was bad; North wing, there was the isolation. None of us wanted to experience that. We knew that was the last place you want to spend time in there; and definitely not 10 days until the end of the month. So we had to obey, but the word "tests" didn't sound very good in my mind. And it looked like the other guys had the same feeling. I knew none of them, but we followed Dr. Ysimbaieva together to the medical area.

Dr. Ysimbaieva had the rank of Captain and was the chief of the medical stuff. She was a woman in her late 30s, not very tall, wearing eyeglasses with thick black frame and having the air of an intellectual; when she was in school she was probably a nerd. In fact I heard some guys calling her Dr. Nerd. Guys were noticing her not only because she was one of the few women there, but probably because she had a huge chest which anybody would have loved to see. 

She didn't speak a word to us until we reached the infirmary and she let us in, not into the main medical room, but another one, which we never entered before and had a big sign reading "ACESS FORBIDDEN. AUTHORIZED PERSONELL ONLY." I was more and more curios and was actually starting to fear about what this punishment was about. Her silence was troubling. When we entered I saw the room was not like the other two medical rooms I've seen before. This looked more like a lab, but there were electronic devices and even straps on the wall. Dr. Ysimbaieva took a seat behind a desk and picked up the phone.

"Yelena, come here. I got some boys for our tests" she said.

This was starting to look more and more serious and one of the other boys asked:

"Dr. Ysimbaieva, what tests are you talking about?"

"We'll test one of my devices, cadet" she said without looking like she was intending to give more details.

"What device, Dr." asked two guys the same time.

"You will see in a moment" she said. "Now, take your clothes off."

Usually, when they asked you that in the infirmary you do as they say. But hearing about testing devices we were not that eager to follow the request. None of us undressed and we stayed in the room in silence. Dr. Ysimbaieva saw that we were not doing what she asked and she turned her attention from the papers she took from a cabinet to us and said:

"Perhaps I wasn't clear enough. If I don't see five cocks in 30 seconds I'm calling the commander and you'll spend the rest of the month in isolation! Is that clear?"

"A... yes, doctor" I said and the others acknowledged too.

She turned back to her papers and we started to undress very quickly. She gave as only 30 seconds and she looked very serious. I didn't like the gloomy idea of spending 10 days in isolation so I was naked in 20 seconds, and it was the same with the other guys. She said she wanted to see 5 cocks so we didn't tried to cover them.

Then the door opened and Yelena, the woman she called entered the room. Yelena was a nurse at the infirmary; she was about 30 years old and very tall, she was taller than any of us. She was probably 1,90. She looked at as, just for a moment. It was like she used to see lots of naked men every day. She headed towards Dr. Ysimbaieva and the doctor said:

"OK, let's get started with these papers. You" she said, pointed to the guy right to my, the first in the line. "Your name..."

"Alexei S." he said.

"Age?" she asked.

"19" he replied.

"Get on the weighting machine" she demanded, and pointed to her left. Alexei followed the orders and stepped on it. Yelena, the nurse, followed him and read the scale.

"72 kg" she said to the doctor and then to Alexei. "Straight..." He obeyed and she read again a second scale for height. 

"Height 1.72" she said.

"Good" said the doctor. "Now the cock size."

Yelena took a ruler and measured his cock.

"Flaccid length 8" she said, and the after a second, "same in girth."

"Good" said the doctor writing down the measurements. "Now hard."

The nurse moved the ruler tape from her right hand to her left and grabbed Alexei's cock and worked on it, jerking it and making it hard in less than 20 seconds. Then she stopped, and used the ruler to repeat the measurements.

"Length 14 and girth... 12" she said.

"12..." repeated Dr. Ysimbaieva while writing down. "And with that we finished with you, cadet Alexei. Take you place in the line."

He did as he was asked, coming back to us, with his cock in a good erection. We didn't dare to say a word during all this time. And I knew it was my time. I saw Dr. Ysimbaieva taking another paper and then she said:

"Next. Name?"

"Dmitri P." I said and she wrote down.

"Age?"

"20" I answered.

"Go for measurements" she said, pointing with the head towards the weighting machine where Nurse Yelena waited for me. I stepped on the machine and stood straight so that she could read both the weight and the height.

"69 kg and 1,75 height" she said to the doctor.

Then she grabbed my cock in her hand, and my soft cock looked tiny in her firm palm. She noticed my long foreskin and said:

"Oh, this one has a long foreskin. Long enough actually for two cocks."

She firmly pulled it back and put the ruler tape over my small cock.

"Length is 7" she said and then rolled the tape around my cock.

"Girth is 8" she said again.

After that I knew what she was going to do. We all watched a minute ago how she jerked Alexei to get his cock hard. She did the same to me. Her firm big hand grabbed my cock and balls and they disappeared completely in her palm. She robbed them for a short while and then released the balls keeping only my cock which she pulled hard, like she was milking it. She looked much focused on what she was doing and I felt pleasure growing inside me and blood flowing into my cock. It didn't take more than with Alexei to get me hard, and then she stopped. I wished she didn't, but all she did was measuring me again.

"Length 13 and girth 11" she said.

While Dr. Ysimbaieva wrote that, Nurse Yelena put two fingers on my cock and grabbed my foreskin, rolling it over my cock head and then pulled it hard that it almost hurt.

"Yeah, a big foreskin" she said somehow satisfied and then she made a sign with her head, telling me to go back.

I returned to the line felling my cock throbbing and longing for the firm hand that made it feel tinier than it was but gave me pleasure. In the next several minutes they run the same procedure with the other 3 guys, Oleg, Vasili and Serghei. Oleg and Vasili had the smallest cocks, only 12 centimeters hard, but bigger balls, much bigger than mine. Their balls were hanging down longer than their flaccid cocks. But Serghei was another story, his cock was much bigger. When we undressed I noticed his bigger and ticker cock. Soft, it was twice bigger than any of us. When Nurse Yelena measured it he was 16 centimeters flaccid and 22 hard. That was big cock and Dr. Ysimbaieva watched carefully at him when Nurse Yelena jerked his cock and gave him a hard-on. Her look was saying she wanted that piece of meat inside her. Looking at that cock hanging between Serghei's legs made me feel my cock tiny, tinier than I felt when Yelena grabbed it in her large palm.

Dr. Ysimbaieva looked at us and said:

"After this, you will be thankful to me, because this punishment will be rather a pleasure for you."

That was interesting; I already felt pleasure and I was wondering what she meant with that.

"I am building some cock toys and today you will test one of them."

Cock toys, that was weird I thought. But then I understand why they measured us our cocks. Statistics. I looked at the other boys and some of them looked eager for that. But we didn't know what those toys were. Dr. Ysimbaieva left her desk and moved towards the wall were I saw some straps. 

"Alexei and Dmitri, you will be the first" she said and she passed us towards the wall. We followed her in silence.

"Next to each other, back to the wall" she ordered and we executed. Nurse Yelena took Alexei hands, put them up in the air and then tied them with the straps that were on the wall. Then she leaned down and did the same with his ankles. He was tied to the wall, arms and legs but still mobile to some degree. She moved then to me and while she was doing the same I was wondering what toy were they planning to test on us. Was that supposed to be a pleasure for us or actually a punishment as intended in the first place?

I watched Dr. Ysimbaieva and Yelena taking something from a desk full with all sorts of devices and stuff and coming to us, each caring one device in their hands. When they stopped in front of us I saw what they were carrying: there was a small box with a display and a few buttons on it, and connected to the box there were two wires. At the end of each wire there was some sort of a leather strap. I supposed they were going to put than on our cocks. And it turned to be just so. Dr. Ysimbaieva put the box in Yelena's hands and took a first strap and put it around Alexei's balls and the base of his cock; she adjusted the strap so that it was tight. Then she put her hand in a pocket and picked a lotion tube and squeezed it pouring from it on Alexei's cock. She moved her hand up and down, spreading the lotion and giving him a hard-on. Then she put her hand in the other pocket and picked a condom. She opened it and placed it on Alexei's cock tip and then wrapped around it the second strap and fastened it.

She finished with him and they moved two feet to me and she did the very same. She put the first strap over my balls then she poured the cold lotion on my semi erect cock and jerked it with a firm hand. Though I guessed trouble would, come my cocked rushed to harden under her fingers. She put on a condom on the head of my cock only, and then strapped around my cock head the second strap. We were both wired up.

Yelena gave Dr. Ysimbaieva her box back and picked up a timer from her robe pocket. She reset it and waited for Dr. Ysimbaieva to say something. They seemed to have done that before, for they knew exactly what the next thing to do should be.

"Go!" she said.

And they both pressed a button. I start feeling vibrations and small electrical shocks in my cock and my balls. My cock throbbed. And throbbed again and again. My erection grew stronger. Pleasure started to run in shivers from the tip of my cock and my balls. I saw Alexei's cock pulsating too, and the two women looking at our cocks like at the object of their work and nothing more. And that turned me on even more. With each second I felt pleasure combined with pain rising in my body and especially my cock. It went like that for 2-3 minutes. At that point I knew I was about to cum. Then I heard Alexei moaning and looking at his cock I saw cum filling up the condom. 

"185 seconds" said Yelena but she didn't stop the stimulator. 

My cock was pulsating so hard I had to close my eyes. I wanted to moan but tried to refrain from it. Then an orgasm erupted in my cock and my balls ejaculated streams of hot cum while my cock was pulsating madly. 

"212 seconds" said Yelena.

"Please stop" cried Alexei, but Yelena only smiled to him.

I knew what he was feeling. My cock was assaulted with electric stimulation and I didn't know how much I could take. I moaned a couple of times and said:

"Pleaseee..."

"Well, this is supposed to be a punishment too, remember?"

Alexei cumed again, almost screaming.

"241 seconds" said Yelena with a calm voice.

It was pleasure and paint on a rampage. I didn't know which was more intense. I knew I would cum again too, but I whished they stopped right there. They didn't. So I started moaning and screaming continuously. And then I cumed again.

"255 seconds" said Yelena and they still didn't stop.

It was clear they liked torturing us. They ignored our screams and continued stimulating us for another half a minute. Then just when I couldn't take it any more they stopped. That was bliss. My cock pulsated for a few seconds and the stopped and started to relax.

Then, Dr. Ysimbaieva started to remove the devices, first from my cock and then from Alexei's. She removed the condoms too and gave them Yelena and asked:

"Measure the cum loads".

Dr. Ysimbaieva put the devices down and then untied the hooks that kept us immobilized to the wall. I felt the need to take my cock in my hands and caress it.

"I'm done with you. Go back. Oleg and Vasili, you're next."

I was holding my cock when returning to the line. I didn't know what was bigger, the pleasure or the pain. I had both. And the next guys were going to have the same. They weren't very keen now to go to the torturing wall but they did. And the two women spent the next five minutes on their small cocks. And speaking about small cocks, by the time she finished with them, mine became very small. Standing next to Serghei and his huge cock, mine was tiny. Then it was his turn and his big, tick cock was put to tests. The two women seemed to enjoy it more than with us and gave him actually a harder treatment. He didn't take it better than we did.

When they finished, Dr. Ysimbaieva said we are dismissed, so we dressed and left. Before leaving the room, she said to us:

"I will call for you next week!"



The Punishment



Sunday 03:18 Dom –

You said you would do anything at all to return. Your punishment for breaking the submission will be in 2 parts. Very humiliating and very painful. Are you ready to pay such a high price?

Frankie hadn't expected to hear from him ever again. She'd tried to make it right, offered to do anything to try and make it up to him, but he'd said it was impossible. She'd had no choice but to accept it. Now he was offering her a chance to return, to redeem herself – but as his slave this time, not just a submissive. Could she take it as a slave, owned property with no choice and no limits? She didn't know, but she knew she would try. No one else, it seemed, could give her so much pleasure or inflict so much pain as he. How she wished it wasn't so.

She picked her phone up and texted:

I would like you to accept my submission very much. I'm ready.

She lay awake in the dark, waiting to hear what he required her to do. The humiliation part of the punishment would be extremely difficult for her. It was getting on for 4A.M, but there would be no sleep until he'd replied.

Sunday 04:33 Dom –

Stockings, heels, your leather coat. To the Co- Op. Courgette into cunt & arse. 3 pegs in your pocket for tongue & nipples. Go to Paul's flat. Ask him for a bowl. With him watching remove coat & squat over bowl. Remove courgettes, lick clean put into the bowl. Put on pegs. Pee into bowl then drink.

Sunday 04:34 Dom –

Remove tongue peg. Paul may not touch you at any time however at this point he may wank over your face & tits. If he chooses to do so you will pull on your nipple pegs hard. You will then remove pegs put on your coat & leave. Do not clean his cum until you are home. Part 1 of punishment complete.

Sunday 04:42 Dom –

If you need to clean his cum off before leaving you may totally humiliate yourself and ask him to pee on you so you can wash xxx

When Frankie awoke next morning, she re-read the texts several times, with a growing sense of anxiety. What he asked was impossible. She couldn't do it. How could she? She was neither shocked nor surprised at what he demanded, just terrified at the idea. How badly do you want this? A voice said in her mind. She knew this calm, reasonable voice well. It had talked her through a lot of hard things and bad times. If she became his slave that she'd be hearing a hell of a lot more of that voice too. It was the one that made her stand fast and endure, no matter what the rest of her was saying.

As she made herself coffee, her imagination kept playing unwelcome images of what might happen if she went through with it. Frankie closed her eyes and tried to will the mental pictures away. She worked with Paul. How could she go to his house and do this? But how could she not? She picked up her phone, watching her fingers move over the keypad as if they were controlled by someone else, and she was just a fascinated bystander.

Sunday 11:06 sub –

I've thought about it, and I'll try and do it. Does it have to be him, though?

Sunday 11:06 Dom –

Who else is there? And I want pictures of every stage on your phone.

Sunday 11:13 sub –

Ok. I don't suppose there is anyone else to ask, It's just awkward having to work with him.

Sunday 11:16 Dom –

Paul it is then. Don't ask just tell him. Think yourself lucky I made it less humiliating than the 1st version.

Sunday 11:22 sub –

What was the first version?

Sunday 11:26 Dom –

Michelle as witness

Frankie shivered. Michelle was one of her friends, she didn't see how she could possibly do it in front of her. Paul it was then, and think herself bloody lucky, too.

Sunday 11:33 sub –

You're right, that would be worse. I'll do it this afternoon.

Sunday 11:34 Dom –

Good girl. Cum 1st. Keep me informed.

Sunday 12.15 Dom –

More I think of it the more I want a witness to your humiliation there. Xxx

Sunday 12:30 sub –

Is it not enough that Paul will see it? I don't know how I'm ever going to look him in the eye again after this

Sunday 12:31 Dom –

Yes it's enough for Paul alone. I told you it would be total humiliation. It will be total pain if you come up here straight after. I'm semi hard just thinking of the moment you reveal your body to one you dislike so much. Xxx

Frankie fought the urge to throw her phone against the wall. She wanted to tell him to shove it, no way was she doing it, but her fingers just wouldn't make those words. After ten minutes or so she had calmed down enough to compose a reply.

Sunday 12:48 sub –

I can't come up today. I really can't even bear to think what it'll be like to do this in front of him, but I'm willing to do it for you. Xxx

Sunday 12.49 Dom –

Thank you. Can you come up tomorrow tea time? When are you starting your punishment? Do you think he'll take the opportunity to cum on you?

Frankie had showered in between texts, and by 1p.m. she'd finished applying her make-up. She dressed. Or rather, didn't dress. She felt cold and vulnerable under her knee length coat in only stockings and high heels, although common sense told her that no-one could possibly know that she was naked if she was careful, it still didn't take away the dread of being found out in public. One final look in the mirror and she was ready to start the first part of her ordeal.

Sunday 13:26 sub –

Am going to the Co-Op now for courgettes, then take the bus to his house. It will be Thursday before I can come up. I don't know if he'll cum on me. I really hope not.

Sunday!3:41 Dom –

Thursday would be great. Give him his instructions before revealing your body. Tell him he has the option to cum on you but no touching.

Sunday 13:44 Dom

Are you dressed as instructed?

Sunday 13:50 sub –

Yes, wearing what you told me to, and dying of cold and fear. Can I wipe the cum off me a bit if it's on my face or not? Xxx

Sunday 13:51 Dom –

No!

Sunday 13:51 Dom –

Don't forget phone pics at every stage. Be strong. If you want it badly enough you'll make it. Xxx

Sunday 13:56 Dom –

Does he know your on your way and why?

Sunday 14:02 sub –

He knows I'm coming down, but not why yet. Going to have trouble sitting on the bus with a courgette up my arse. Can I please put it in after I get off? 

This thought had occurred to Frankie as she walked slowly and carefully to the Co-Op, heels loud on the pavement. She avoided eye contact with the people she passed, hoping they wouldn't notice her. She wanted to shrink, to become soundless and invisible, but all the wishing in the world wasn't going to make it happen. She had two choices. Give up, or continue. She waited for him to text back. She hoped he'd allow her this one thing, but he would want the maximum amount of upset and humiliation he could get from her. It took less than a minute to get a reply

Sunday 14:03 Dom –

No. Stand on the bus xxx

The Co-Op was a slice of normality, where ordinary people did ordinary things. Frankie wished she was one of them. You could be, the voice said. Just text him, tell him you've changed your mind, you won't do it. Somehow, that wasn't an option. He wasn't forcing her, she had a choice. She felt compelled to do this by some part of herself, and that same part found the idea of being his slave and obeying him incredibly erotic. 

She chose the courgettes carefully. Smooth, and not too big. She felt embarrassed at the checkout for only buying courgettes. She thought the middle aged woman behind the till knew exactly what she wanted them for. She had to ask for the key to the store toilets too.

In the toilet cubicle, Frankie took her coat off, her nipples hardening immediately as the cold air touched them. Quickly, she took a tube of lubricant out of her bag, fumbling and almost dropping it in her haste. She wanted this over and done with. She covered the smallest of the courgettes in a generous amount, and bent over, willing her tense muscles to relax. Very gently, she pushed the rounded end of the courgette slowly into her arse. She paused for a moment, getting used to the uncomfortable sensation, then pushed the vegetable further in, fighting the urge to clench up and expel the unwelcome intruder. Carefully, she straightened up, clenching the cheeks of her arse now to help keep the courgette in place. She put lube on the second one, and slid it inside her cunt. The coldness was not unpleasant, but the feeling of being filled almost to bursting in both holes was hard to bear. She put her coat and scarf back on, trying to gain what warmth and comfort she could. For safety's sake, she tucked the end of the courgette between her legs into the top of her stocking, otherwise as she walked it would slip out and fall to the floor. 

Frankie let herself out of the cubicle, and walked slowly over to the sinks. The sound of her heels was loud on the tile floor. As she washed her hands, the door opened and an old lady came into the toilets. Frankie gave her the key to hand back in, thankful to be spared going back into the shop again.

Sunday 14:07 sub –

Ok. Am going to bus stop now. Can't believe I'm actually about to do this. Not going to think about it, just do it. Xxx

Sunday 14:08 Dom –

Good girl. You fully understand what you have to do and what to tell him? How are you feeling? People will wonder why you standing. Courgettes stretching you? Xxx

Sunday 14:12 Dom –

Don't tell him not to tell anyone. If you do it gives him power over you to blackmail you. If he does tell anyone who would believe him? All you have to say to people it's his fantasy, nothing to do with you.

Sunday 14:18 sub –

I understand what I have to do and say. I hope no one will believe him. Am shaking so much and I feel sick. I'm really, really scared, but it will soon be over. Xxx

Sunday 14:18 Dom –

Good girl. It will be over very quickly. You have the option to back out now. One chance only. Xxx

One chance only. Frankie paused on her slow journey to the bus stop. Her rational mind told her to take that chance. Why the fuck was she doing this, anyway? And for what? Merely for his approval? So he could have a good laugh about it to himself afterwards and despise her for doing it? Her pride had a big problem with that. But it's not like that, the insidious, quiet voice in her head insisted, yes, he's getting pure pleasure at your expense, yes, he's savouring every moment of your fear, your humiliation. He also really wants you to pass this test, to prove that you meant what you said, that there's nothing you won't endure just for him. It's not just a punishment. At least, that's what she wanted to believe. Her hopes seemed so fragile, the task too daunting. Yet if she backed out, she would always regret not seeing it through to the end, be plagued until her dying day with 'if only's' and 'what if's'. Although many things in Frankie's world were uncertain and unstable, there was one unshakeable belief. No man had ever fascinated her as much as him. If she was going to be damned, let her be damned by his hand.

Sunday 14:22 sub –

No, I'm going to do it.

Sunday 14:22 Dom –

Welcome to your new slave life. Xxx

The bus journey was a nightmare. Frankie stood because she had no choice, even though the bus was mostly empty. She endured what she felt were questioning looks from the other passengers as she held on to the pole with a death grip. Her phone went off. Another message, but she was too busy trying to stand and keep the courgettes in place to read it. When she got off at the stop near Paul's house, she stood for a moment, watching the bus drive off into the distance, her breath making vapour clouds in the still, frosty air. Going to be cold tonight, she thought. She set off for Paul's street.

Sunday 14:33 Dom –

Where are you now?

Sunday 14:43 sub –

Am about to go in. Wish me luck xxx

Sunday 14:44 Dom –

Good luck. No short cuts or cheats. Text me at each stage.

Seeing Paul approaching his front door through the frosted glass, Frankie thought again of the impossible thing she must do. How could she tell him? What if he said no? The idea that he might refuse hadn't really occurred to her before, but now it was a real possibility. How would she explain that to her owner?

"Nice of you to come down. I don't get many visitors these days, " Paul said, as she followed him through to the tiny but extremely neat kitchen. "Not since that bitch turned people against me with her lies," he added.

He was referring to his soon-to-be-ex wife, Frankie knew, but she had no time to indulge him with a sympathy session today.

"I've got something I have to ask you. This is going to sound so weird and shocking, but just hear me out. You know how I enjoy BDSM, and you always want to know more about it?"

Paul was busy spooning coffee into two cups. He looked up briefly. Frankie pressed on, the words tumbling out, not the way she had constantly rehearsed on the journey, but simply spilling out of her. "I need you to watch me do some stuff, take photos of me with my phone as proof for my owner. I've been ordered to do this as a punishment."

She took her phone out, intending to text, not sure what to write, just needing something to concentrate on other than the silence. The sound of the kettle boiling was loud in the small room. Paul hadn't said anything yet

Frankie shoved her phone back in her pocket, feeling pressure mounting on her. It had to be said, there was no nice way of putting it. Now she wished she'd texted Paul first and told him. If he'd reacted with horror, she could have pretended it was just a joke. No chance of that now. Rapidly, Frankie explained what she wanted Paul to do, stumbling over the words, feeling her face burn red with shame. It was worse than she had imagined. She stared at the spotless beige tiled floor, the shocked silence seeming to grow and take on a life of its own as she waited for his response.

"You mean you're naked under that coat?" Paul said eventually.

Frankie nodded, still not looking at him.

"Fucking hell. Your boyfriend wants you to get naked and for me to take pics of you, then wank over you? He can't think much of you, Frank, I'll tell you that much. What fucking planet is he on?"

"You don't understand. It's punishment."

"You must have committed one hell of a crime, then!"

"Will you do it?"

Frankie just wanted him to say yes, not have a lengthy debate on the rights and wrongs. Paul laughed, a harsh, cynical sound.

"I haven't got anything better planned for today. Course I'll do it. I've wanted to get you out your clothes for a long time, you know that. I think your boyfriend's a bastard, though. Get rid, he's bad news."

Frankie risked a glance at him. For all his outrage and lecturing, there was excitement in his eyes. There was something unpleasant about Paul, really creepy. She felt angry that he'd said yes. Betrayed, almost. You're supposed to be my fucking friend, you bastard! She thought. If you were any kind of friend you'd have said no way. You wouldn't have let me degrade myself like this. But it was typical of human nature. Of all the guy friends Frankie had, she could only think of one who would have refused out of genuine respect for her, even though he'd have wanted to do it.

"Come on then, strip off!" Paul said, closing the blinds.

"Wait a minute." Frankie got her phone.

Sunday 14:59 Dom –

Has he accepted?

Sunday 15:00 sub –

Yes, this is going to be awful

Sunday 15:00 Dom –

That's why it's called punishment. You may take your coat off now. Don't forget pics. Xxx

"Could I have a bowl. An old one you don't want anymore," she said.

While Paul started rummaging through a cupboard, Frankie unbuttoned her coat with stiff, fumbling fingers. She shrugged it off, and stood naked except for her suspender belt, heels and stockings. One of them had a ladder in, just above the knee. She stood rigidly, head turned to one side, away from Paul.

"What the fuck?!" he said.

Frankie knew he meant the courgettes. Wordlessly, she took the old plastic jug out of his hands. He was staring, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes jumping from her tits to her cunt and back again. She reached down and slid the first one out of her, licking her own juices from the skin before dropping it in the jug. She removed the second one from her arse, barely licked it once and it joined the other in the jug. Paul said nothing, but he was breathing quickly. 

Moving fast now, Frankie tipped the contents of the jug into the bin. Fuck. She hadn't taken any pics yet. Once again she got her phone out of her coat, her fingers shaking so much that she sent her owner a blank text by mistake.

Sunday 15:11 Dom –

You just sent a blank text

Sunday 15:12 sub –

I know im in such a state of nerves im having trouble txting properly. Ive done the courgettes in the bowl I cant bear to look at him watching me

Fuck punctuation, fuck spelling properly. This was a situation where commas and capital letters just didn't matter anymore.

Sunday 15:14 Dom –

If Paul sticks to the rules and don't step out of line I may let him witness you being flogged next time you need punishment. What's happening now?

Sunday 15:15 Dom –

You don't have to look. Keep going, you can do it. Xxx

"We need to go to the bathroom for this bit," Frankie said, surprised at how normal her voice sounded. The pegs! Nearly forgot that bit. She got them out of her coat pocket, and followed Paul down a narrow passage, her movements jerky and graceless. The bathroom was, like the kitchen, neat and almost sterile. Nothing out of place, no bottles of shampoo or a stray razor on the side of the gleaming bath, everything in soothing shades of pastel green. The act she was about to commit would violate this orderly, tranquil place.

Sunday 15:17 Dom –

I've changed my mind. You will look him in the eye from now on. Xxx

Frankie stood in the shower cubicle. She lifted the jug up underneath her cunt, willing herself to pee. Nothing doing. If only Paul would leave her alone for this bit! She looked at him. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, his eyes never leaving her body. She eventually managed to pee a little, hearing the sound of a belt being unbuckled. She felt sick as she set the jug down carefully and picked the clothes pegs up. The pain as they bit down on her nipples was huge, but she knew that it would be nothing to the pain she'd feel when she removed them. She had the nasty feeling she was supposed to have put them on before peeing in the jug, but it was too late now. She took a moment to compose herself before pegging her tongue. Time to text.

Sunday 15:24 sub –

Please don't make me look at him please I beg you he taken his trousers off now. Am about to drink piss not easy with a peg on my tongue

Sunday 15:25 Dom –

You will look him in the eye as you drink your piss & as it spill out your mouth onto your body, and continue to do so as he wanks and cums over you. I want you humiliated like never before. Xxx

Sunday 15:25 sub –

Ok as you wish im trying so hard to keep myself together right now

Sunday 15:26 Dom –

Good slave. Make me proud. Xxx

Paul was leaning in the doorway. Naked. Playing with his erection. Blocking her only escape route. She wished her owner was here, felt a sudden anger that he wasn't. What if things went wrong? What if Paul got too excited and didn't stop when he was supposed to? How could he put her in a potentially dangerous situation like this? She used the anger to fuel her resolve to complete the task. She'd count the emotional cost later. The photos! Paul hadn't taken any yet, and she wasn't suffering through this for nothing. She slid her phone across the carpet to him.

"Get some good pics, please." The words came out with difficulty. Talking with a peg on your tongue wasn't easy.

Frankie raised the jug to her lips. She tried not to think of what she was drinking. Images of shipwrecked sailors and lost desert travellers came to mind. They had to drink their own piss when there was no water. Didn't they say that urine was clean? At least it was her own. Most of it spilled out of her mouth and down over her breasts. The warmth was not unpleasant, and it didn't taste as vile as she'd thought it would. Frankie put the jug down, and removed the peg on her tongue. This is the last bit, she told herself. Just get through it.




The Punishment



Paul put her phone down and stepped in the shower, but not before he'd rinsed away the piss on the floor of the cubicle. Fastidious to the last. Hopefully he'd be careful not to touch her in case he got any on him. Frankie knelt with difficulty, pressed tightly into the corner. She shut her eyes, until she remembered she had to keep them open. She focused on the plughole in the bottom of the basin. Anything other than look at Paul, who's cock was uncomfortably near her face. Is this how prostitutes feel? She wondered. Probably. Except they would demand a good deal of money to do the things she had today. She was doing it for nothing other than the approval and affection of her owner – and her own stubbornness, her refusal to give in no matter what.

Paul's right hand was stroking the shaft of his cock, his breathing heavy.

"Dirty little bitch," he said, his hand moving faster. "You'd just love to have this in you, wouldn't you?"

Afraid, Frankie said nothing. She jumped and recoiled when she felt a hand brush her left tit. He touched me! He's not supposed to! She fought against the urge to push him away and run. Something warm hit her neck, and began running down her tit. She forced herself to remain still as the rest of his spunk splattered against her shoulder and neck. It was over.

Sunday 15:43 sub –

Im out of there now. It's done. Am in the woods near his place. I need 5 minutes to get my head straight. He wanted to take me home but I can't stand to be near him right now. I have some cum on my neck and in my hair. I'm covered in my own piss and I'm in a daze. You did totally humiliate me, but I did it to please you.

Sunday 15:44 Dom –

Thank you for doing your punishment so well. Take your five minutes then text & tell me what happened from drinking to leaving & how you feel. Xxx

Sunday 16:06 sub –

I think I spilled more down me than I managed to swallow. I had to kneel down in the shower to do it. He tried to touch my tit at one point when he was wanking. Then he cum and it was over. I got my coat and left He thinks me and you are fucking crazy. I feel awful, really cheap and nasty and ashamed. Yet part of me is so pleased I managed to do it. Xxx

Sunday 16:08 Dom –

I am very, very pleased with you & proud too. He say anything else? He tried to touch you so he won't be used again. Are you on the bus home now?

Sunday 16:20 sub –

Waiting for the bus. I'm so tired all of a sudden. Can't wait to get home and in the bath. I'm glad you're pleased with me. He said it was wrong and fucked up, but it turned him on and he wanted me to come back and do it again for him in a few days. I told him no, that I belong to you, and I certainly didn't do it for his pleasure.

Sunday 16:23 Dom –

Good girl. You'll feel better once you're in the bath & clean. The tiredness is likely to be the drop in adrenalin. Well done. I'm delighted. If you can get through that you can get through anything. Was his initial reaction shocked or surprised? Did he comment when you took them out your cunt & arse or when you drank? Xxx

Sunday 16:38 sub –

He was shocked at first, then he got turned on. He couldn't believe I came over with courgettes up myself. He got horny when he watched me drink my own piss. I wish he hadn't touched me, it makes my skin crawl to think of it. Nearly home now, glad the bus is almost empty. Xxx

Sunday 16:50 Dom –

Well done. I know how hard it was for you, that's why it was punishment and not a task. Just the painful bit to get through now. On Thursday it will be full on pain as punishment. No holding back or allowances. Flogger, crop & belt in sets of 36. Xxx 

Frankie let herself in to her house. It was freezing, but she couldn't even summon the energy required to light the gas fire. Instead she huddled up on the sofa for a while, waiting for the water to heat up enough for a bath. In the end she couldn't wait any longer to scrub the smell of piss from her body, to rid herself of Paul's cum. She knew it was only her imagination, but it seemed to itch and burn her skin where it had landed, like some corrosive and deadly substance. The water was lukewarm, and she shivered uncontrollably, but eventually she felt clean again.

Downstairs, she re read her owner's last text. This she could deal with, and the idea of him inflicting such pain on her was thrilling and erotic. The pain itself would be huge and monstrous, very hard to handle at the time, and it scared her as well as turned her on. The marks she'd be left with would be beautiful – red stripes against her pale skin to start with, replaced by livid dark purple bruises that would gradually fade down to greeny blue and pale yellow. Every time she looked at them, or caught her leg against something and felt a twinge of pain from them, she would think of her owner again, and how he'd left his mark on her.

Sunday 17:30 sub –

I know you will make me suffer. I understand, and although I'm scared I'm determined to endure it for you.

Sunday 17:31 Dom –

That's my girl Xxx

Sunday 17:46 Dom

Hope you are still viewing today as a positive step forward. With your new status of slave you no longer have daily tasks, from now on, you will be tasked only when I really wish something. Tasks will range from pleasure for you to total humiliation as today. As a slave, refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Do you understand & agree? Xxx

Refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Frankie could not get rid of these words from her head. If she was to do this, then the only limit to what he might require her to do was his own imagination, and that was vast. Even if she did all these things - jumped through his metaphorical flaming hoops, so to speak – no matter how well she did them, or what it cost her emotionally or psychologically, all of that would count for nothing with him if she faltered once and said she couldn't do something. What was the point? She felt cheated. Why had she just gone through that ordeal for him if at some stage he was planning on getting rid of her anyway? She wished she'd known before, but it was too late now. Maybe it had always been too late. Real D/s wasn't fun all the time. Slavery wasn't meant to be taken lightly. The truth of it was pain, suffering and tears. Lots of tears. It was fucking, sucking, multiple orgasms, welts, agony, bruises that took weeks to heal, ecstasy, limbs cramped and screaming for release from their restraints, incredible highs and unimaginable lows. It wasn't the stylised, sanitised version of it – Sane, Safe and Consensual was the phrase bandied about a great deal – the acceptable, user friendly face of sadomasochism for the internet generation. Yet for all that, the rewards were massive, the bonds stronger and more intense than even the most passionate vanilla pairing. Each partner saw the other one's shadow side, and embraced it. Frankie was willing to risk all for this and become his willing slave. Maybe this driving force deep within her was all consuming, and would lead to her eventual self destruction, but she never felt more alive and existing purely in the moment than when she gave him her suffering and it pleased him, when he demanded that she drop to her knees and suck his cock, when he inflicted terrible pain on her, or when he held her close and safe afterwards. This was her reality, and she would live it while she could.

Sunday 18:07 sub –

I understand, and agree. Xxx



The Punishment



Punished by Master James

By cre8tiv-writer on October 7th 2008, early evening. 

on topic Sexus 

I wait in the dungeon until Master arrives home. He has promised me a treat if I behave. I promise to be obedient and be a good fuck slut because I need my Master and his never ending pleasure.

I can hear his heavy footsteps and grow excited. I need my Master's warmth as it is cold in the dark dungeon he has placed me. I continue to be obedient because he gave me the pretty collar that I wear everyday. I live to make every other slave jealous of my Master's treatment of me.

"Pet? Where are you, my pet?" Master James calls into the dungeon.

I know that I must not speak in my Master's presence unless given permission, so I hurriedly meet him at the steps and collapse on all fours, head bowed in utter submission.

"Hello my pet. Let Master see those eyes."

I look up into Master's face and receive a hard slap to my right cheek. I wince in pain, but do not cry out. 

"You are in this dungeon because you chose to disobey orders that I gave you on the beginning. You are NEVER to leave Master without pleasure for any amount of time. You are MY fuck slut to do with what I please."

"Yes Master." I whisper. My cheek is burning and I feel ashamed.

"Look at me." Master ordered. As I look up, he administers another slap to the left side. I feel the hot tears running down my cheeks but I dare not make a sound. My punishment would be much worse.

Master then tells me to bow my head and he removes my beautiful pink collar. I feel my chest grow heavy with sadness, but I still do not mumble one word. 

"Take out my cock, slut." 

Master orders. I kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. They fall to his ankles and I reach for his thick, flaccid cock. 

"Put in your mouth, fuck slut."

I obediently place his cock in my mouth, pleased that I can still touch Master this way. I suck on his sweet cock, feeling it grow in my mouth. Master takes my hair and pulls me hard, forcing me to gag on his erection. He fucks my mouth roughly, slamming his hard cock into the back of my throat and spewing his cum all over my lips and breasts.

"Clean my cock, slave."

I lick every inch of his hard cock greedily. I am so happy that Master let me please him.

"Stand up slut and face the wall."

As I stand I notice that Master is holding a whip. I grow uneasy as I turn my back to him.

"Place your palms flat on the wall and don't fucking move, slut."

I place my hands on the wall and breathe in deep. CRACK! My knees almost buckle with the pain the shoots through my ass. 

"Don't fucking move!" 

Master lashes me across the shoulders, ass, legs and back. I grow numb and lose count of the floggings that I receive.

"Now. That will teach you to be a better slut and not take my treatment of you for granted. Now you will wait even longer to meet my friends."

I stand and become very tempted to burst into tears for displeasing my Master. Then I feel his light touches on my caramel skin. He was fingering the welts. He then presses he hardened cock on my ass so that I can feel what my punishment has done to him.  

"Now bend over, slut."

I obey and gasp in pain as he rams the length of his hardened cock into my semi-virgin ass hole. In and out, he fucks my ass. I can feel it ripping and oddly the pain is making my pussy moisten and begin to drip. Master then takes his other hand to enjoy the wetness below. Harder and faster he fucks my dry asshole, while clamping my clit with his thumb and forefinger. Master pulls out and forces me to my knees, cumming all over my face. I lap up the sweet drops of forgiveness and drip silently on the cold dungeon floor.

"Goodnight my pet. Tomorrow we will begin anew."

I bow my head and smile graciously as Master leaves the dungeon. I hope I get my collar back tomorrow, but for now, I will be happy that my Master has forgiven me.

The Second Day

"Today, slut, you will re-earn My collar by obeying all the voices you will hear, by obeying without question as though all the voices, all the demands are MINE. Do you understand?!?" 

Suddenly there was a chorus of voices: 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" 

Her head shook involuntarily at the ring sound of multiple voices, men and women's. And a circle of bodies closing in on her as her Master backs away, saying softly, "obey". 

Scanning the floor all around me I see many pairs of expensive shoes knowing they expected an answer and keeping my head down silently responding with a "yes, Masters".

I am ordered to kneel in the slave's position and told to unzip every fly as the circle begins to sidestep around me. As I unzip each man's fly, he sidesteps and out of the corner of my each I can see cocks emerging out of slacks and jeans. One. Two. Three. And suddenly there is a skirt in front of me. I see the dark legs and reach up under the skirt and to my shock I discover a penis. 

"Pull the panties down, dear."

With shaking hands, I pull her panties down and wait for her to lift one leg and then the other removing them. Looking questioningly into this she/male's eyes, wanting to know if she wants me to remove her skirt as well, and waiting for an answer, the next man moves into view shoving his hips into my line of view. Never leaving her eyes I unbutton and unzip his pants still waiting for the answer I wanted to hear.

The circle of stepping feet draws closer around me as the first cock, now half erect comes in front of my searching eyes. I hear the she/male say, "Take it. Take it and suck it." 

I compile with open mouth leaning toward the cock which is guided into my mouth. I suck feeling my cheeks indent as I pop off and hen close again around the swelling head. I suck in and while doing so I feel the heat of all the bodies as a ring of cock circle my head.



The Punishment



It was late Friday night after a smashing victory for the varsity football team. Everyone had gone home, and Jeff Holden was alone on campus. He had decided to stay late and get some papers graded in the quiet of the night, no one to bother him. Those research papers were really a bitch to grade, and he needed the uninterrupted time. Since he was already there for the game, it was convenient just to stick around afterwards. Finally, he'd had enough of reading through the papers and was ready to get home. He checked his watch. 'Saturday morning, actually,' he thought. 

He jiggled the door as he walked out of the building, making sure it was locked behind him as he left, heading toward the parking lot. The moment he walked around the corner of the building, he saw the graffiti in the beautiful old red brick. They had struck again. 

'Shit, those little bastards.' Whoever it was, they had managed to evade getting caught for months. This was probably the fourth incident. 'At least they're creative,' he thought. The picture wasn't bad, and it was sexually graphic. It was almost art. 'Maybe we should be keeping an eye on the art students.' Shaking his head, he reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call it in. That's when she walked around from the other side, the evidence in hand. 

Jeff stared at her in disbelief, still grasping the phone. He hadn't even had a chance to dial. He slipped the phone back in his pocket. "Kristine?" He couldn't believe it. He looked at the girl standing before him, and she seemed to be in shock, not moving a muscle. This was a star student. A senior, getting ready to go to an Ivy League school. Probably headed for valedictorian. Her future secure. And now suddenly not so secure. She knew it.

"Mr. Holden, I..." she began, and stopped. There was no way to explain. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some shadows ducking and running, and within moments he heard a car start and drive off. Apparently her accomplices had just abandoned her to her fate. Jeff looked at her, standing there in her little minidress and barefoot. Long beautiful tanned legs. So sweet. He'd seen her earlier that night at the game, and she'd been wearing heels. 'Explains the loss of the shoes,' he thought. 'Hard to commit a crime in heels.' He felt his cock grow hard, and he cleared his throat. 

"What the hell are you doing, Kristine? Do you know what you've just done to your future?" he questioned harshly. His disappointment was evident.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart was racing. He was the last person in the world she wanted to be the one to catch her. Her advisor, the one who had helped her get to the top of her class. Her mentor. 'Her crush.' She swallowed hard and shook her head. There was nothing she could say.

"We are going to have to make some kind of decision here." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and looked around the dark parking lot. No one had seen them, except for the rest of the guilty party. "Let's go to my office. We can talk about this." 

She nodded and walked through the door Jeff opened for her into the dimly lit hallway, and he closed it behind him and locked it. Turning around he had a nice view of her walking ahead of him, her sixties style dress barely covering her ass. Long brown hair flowing down her back. 'So fucking beautiful.' She'd given him so much grief over the last year, thinking about those long legs and tight little ass. 'So wrong.' He adjusted himself, cursing the raging hard-on in his pants. 'So tempted to do something about it.'

She stopped at the door of his office and waited for him to unlock it. They walked in and he shut the door, then he turned to look at her, trembling before him. 

"I think we should try to come to an understanding that doesn't involve you losing everything you've worked for," he began. "So let's make a deal. I'm not even going to ask the question why. And I'm going to keep this to myself. But you're going to have to give me the names of your buddies. I want to know who was involved." 

She stubbornly crossed her arms and shook her head, "No way, Mr. Holden. Anything but that. I won't be a snitch."

He smiled. That was exactly what he thought she'd say. 

"Okay, then. I guess we are going to have to think of something else. Maybe a little corporal punishment is in order." He almost laughed out loud at the look on her face. "How badly do you want to get out of this?" he asked. "Enough to take a paddling?"

She took a deep breath, her sweet young tits straining against the buttons on the front of her dress as her chest rose and fell. She shrugged. "I guess I can take it," she answered.

His cock was rock hard now. 'We'll see if you can take it,' he thought to himself.

"Okay then." He cleared a space in the center of his desk. "Come here." She slowly walked to the front of his desk where he was standing. "Bend over." 

She bent over the front of the desk. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was enough getting caught, but for Mr. Holden to be spanking her in the middle of the night in the empty school building was unbelievable. She would have never imagined him taking care of the problem in this manner. She had never seen this side of him. Only the charming, blue-eyed, adorable teacher that every girl in the school had a crush on. Confusion clouded her thoughts, and it didn't get any better when she felt him lift up the back of her skirt. She felt the cool air on her bare ass. 

Jeff sucked in his breath when he saw that she wasn't wearing a goddamn thing underneath that dress. "What the hell. No panties?" he couldn't resist asking. "Well, I guess you should have come more prepared." He was standing behind her and he got a clear shot of her pink pussy lips peaking out. Before she could answer, he raised his hand and smacked her hard on the ass. She gasped and her body jerked. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling. Again he raised his hand. 'Smack.'

Three, then four times he hit her. She was shaking, and the tears were falling freely now. Her ass was red where his hand had made contact. Then she felt his hand once more, but this time he was rubbing the spot he had made so red. She trembled. 

Jeff caressed the tender spot and savored the soft skin that he suddenly had access to. Her little pink pussy was so close. He let his fingertips brush the lips gently as he continued to rub her beautiful ass. He heard her suck in her breath. Smiling, he let his middle finger find her opening and he dipped the tip in, finding her surprisingly wet. 

Her eyes flew open. She felt the pressure of his other hand on her back, gently holding her down. "Mr. Holden, what are you doing?" Her voice was alarmed. She couldn't believe this man who she looked up to was violating her. 

"Kristine, you fucked up. You know how damaging this incident would be if the authorities learned of your guilt, especially since you're eighteen. Something like this will stay on your record forever. But I am the only one that knows. So you don't have much of a choice here do you, young lady?" 

She had never even heard the work fuck come out of his mouth. He was like a different person, and she knew he had her cornered. With a sinking feeling she realized there was nothing she could do. The she felt a shiver of fear, wondering how far he was going to take it. She could feel his finger dipping into her gently, in and out and getting a little deeper each time. Then the tip of it just slowly tracing the line down the lips of her pussy. 

"You've been very bad, Kristine. A very bad girl. And bad girls should be punished." Jeff lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked the sweet juices off the tip. Then he reached down and unzipped his pants, letting his cock free. It stood at attention, so close to this firm little ass in front of him. He put a little more pressure on her back as he stroked his rigid member and drank in the sight of her, bent over his desk with her dress bunched around her waist. 

Kristine had heard his pants unzip and her heart was racing. She was about to be raped by her mentor, the teacher she had so much respect for. She could feel the sobs welling up in her chest. How could she have been so wrong about him? And she knew she had betrayed his trust as well. She felt him press against her and lean over her until his mouth was close to her ear. His cock was pulsing as it pressed against the skin of her backside. 

"And do you know what kind of punishment naughty little girls get?" he breathed into her ear. He pressed his hips down harder on her naked little body, crushing her to the desk with his shaft throbbing between them. "The get fucked." He felt her sob underneath him, and it made him harder. "I'm going to fuck that sweet little cunt," he explained to her. "I'm going to ram my cock hard in that tight little pussy. But not yet. First I'm going to get a taste of how sweet you are." 

He stood back up and bent down, caressing her ass. He was now at eye-level with her pussy lips puckering out. He bent his head in and traced the outline of her entrance with the tip of his tongue. She gasped. He let his tongue dip in a little, tasting the sweet honey inside. 'So fucking good.' He couldn't resist, and he pressed his face into her and shoved his tongue as far as he could get it into her tight little hole. He heard her cry out, and it didn't sound like a protest. 

He fucked her with his tongue, moving in and out, tasting her sweet juices. She was getting wetter by the second. He stopped and went lower, finding her hard little clit and lapping against it. He licked all over her clit, licked and sucked on it, that hard sweet little nub. Then he gave her one long lick all the way back up to where that precious ass was open wide to him. He reached out and tickled her tight little asshole with the tip of his tongue, pressing gently, pushing it into her puckered little hole. He probed, pressing his lips around it as he worked his tongue into her. 

Kristine had never felt sensations like this in her life. She wasn't a virgin, but even the boys that had gone down on her had never made her feel this good. The feel of Mr. Holden's mouth pressed into her, tongue lapping at her pussy, and the shocking sensation of her asshole getting stretched open was amazing. She was beginning to relax and just let him work on her. But then she felt him let go and get up. Her heart started racing, wondering what was next. She felt his hand on her back again and something soft rubbing along her entrance, and she knew exactly what it was. 

Jeff had his cock in his hand and he was rubbing the head up and down on her pussy lips. He groaned as he let it dip in just slightly, pumping the tip of his engorged shaft into her with tiny little movements, just barely penetrating her hot little cunt. He closed his eyes. He could feel how tight she was, and he hadn't even gone very far. But he wasn't ready for that yet. He pulled out and rubbed his hard cock all over her pussy, all over the skin of her ass, and let the tip slide down and press up against the hole there, just enough to scare her. He then let go and stood back. 

"Get up," he commanded. She slid off the desk and stood up. He pointed to a little stool that was against the wall and ordered her to sit down there. She sunk down on the stool, apprehension evident on her beautiful face. He walked up to her, still stroking himself. She was now at exactly the right level. She was looking at him with questioning eyes, and he saw just a little fear. He put his other hand under her chin and lifted her head up a little. "Open your mouth. Open those pretty little lips and let me fuck your mouth." She started to protest and he grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head. "Open your mouth," he said impatiently. Her lips fell open and he slid his cock between them, feeling the warmth of her mouth enveloping him. He looked at his victim, watched the head of his cock disappearing into that sweet mouth. 

"Yes, baby," he breathed. "Suck that hard cock. Suck it good. Getting your pretty little mouth fucked for being so naughty. Such a bad girl." He pumped his cock into her mouth further and deeper, getting closer to the back of her throat. She was pressed against the wall and he still had her by the hair, and he started pulling her head towards him as he thrust between her hot lips. "Oh, yeah, baby. So fucking good. Such a bad little girl sucking on my cock, letting me fuck her mouth. Fuck yes, baby." He felt himself throbbing against her tongue and the tip of his cock pressing down the back of her throat. She was making little sounds of protest as he thrust hard, pulling her down on his cock as he drove into her warm, wet mouth. 

He felt it start to build, but he didn't want to cum yet. He reluctantly pulled it out and looked at her sitting there, tears in her eyes again, her lips wet and slightly parted. He pulled her head back and exposed her throat, still pumping his hard shaft in his fist. He bent down and kissed her hard. She whimpered. He straightened up and pulled her up. She stood as he let go of her hair. Grabbing her with both hands, he turned her around and pushed her forcefully into the wall beside the stool. He was suddenly behind her, pressing hard against her, crushing her to the wall. She felt his hands running up under her dress, pulling it up to expose her ass. He pulled back slightly, just enough to slip his cock between her legs, and with his hand he guided it up to the entrance of her pussy, feeling the lips sucking him in. Finding that little hole with the tip, he said, "Now my naughty little girl is going to get fucked," then he thrust upward in one swift motion and drove his cock into the tightest cunt he had ever felt. 

She screamed as his hard shaft plunged deep into her, stretching her and filling her completely. She felt his hand at her throat, pulling her back against him as over and over he ploughed into her wet pussy, his weight crushing her to the wall. She was crying out as he fucked her harder and harder, taking all the frustrations out that she'd caused him in the last year, right there against the wall. Plunging deeper and deeper, savoring the tightness of her young cunt squeezing his cock. He felt her clench the walls of her pussy tighter and felt her quiver, and he knew she was loving it.

"Yes, fucking that sweet little cunt. You love it don't you, you bad little girl. Love my cock buried deep in your tight little pussy." She was crying out with every thrust, and she screamed, "Yes!" He could feel her little body shuddering, her cunt clutching at him, and she started to cum all over his shaft that was rammed up inside her. It was just enough to send him over the edge and he exploded inside her, blowing his load deep into the recesses of her soaking wet pussy. He pounded his cock into her over and over until he was completely spent. Then he collapsed against her, still pressed into the wall, breathing hard. She was trembling. 

"I hope you've learned your lesson, Kristine," he whispered in her ear. "Unless you like getting that tight cunt fucked hard." 

She whimpered again and the feel of him, still pressed up against her tight, his cock softening inside her and knowing she was dripping with his cum, was incredible. She decided right then and there that she liked this new side of Mr. Holden. Much more than the nice proper teacher she had thought him to be. "Yesss...." she whispered. 

He moaned and knew this wouldn't be the last time he had to punish his naughty girl.



The Punishment



You bow your head in shame, standing naked before him, as you realize that you failed to obey your master. He looks at you, hands on his hips, and smiles as he contemplates your punishment.

He orders, "Give me your wrists," before binding them tightly with his belt. He then leads you to the bed where he fastens them securely to the headboard with you face down, arms extended over your head. You enjoy the sensation of the cool sheets on your hard nipples before you remember nervously what is to come.

You feel him secure first your right ankle then left, spreading your thighs wide, and fastening them firmly to each post. You feel so vulnerable and hope your trust is not misplaced.You listen as he rummages looking for something, and then hear the soft purr of your vibrator. Oh oh. You feel a soothing sensation on your skin as he touches it to the back of your thigh and runs it slowly up and down.

He whispers, "You've been very bad and deserve this."

You first feel the sting of a slap on your ass, and then the burning heat. Your body responds involuntarily, rushing blood to your bottom to sooth the pain. Strangely, you also feel wetness between the lips of your pussy. He run the vibrator slowly over your skin, both soothing and exciting.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he muses.

You bight your lip as you feel the tip of the vibrator move to your inner thigh and then slowly upward.

"I will not punish you further if you promise to obey," he muses. You say nothing and hope. "Do you promise?"

"Yes!" you blurt. He moves the vibrator even higher, right next to your pouting pussy lips, which are now running with wetness.

"Well let's test it", he says. "You may not cum. Understand?"

You nod as he kisses your neck and slides the vibrator over your pussy lips slowly. Ooooo this will be hard! It feels so wonderful with the pulsing buzz against your lips as he slides it up and down along them.

"Oooo fuck," you moan as it touches your aroused clit, radiating pleasure outward through your pelvic muscles. You body contracts as you try desperately not to enjoy. But you are failing! "Ooooo, fuck! Nooo! Stop pleaseeeee!", as you feel the pleasure build.

You lift your hips trying to escape from the wonderful sensation on your clit. He moves the vibrator with you, pushing it against one side of your clit, then over, and to the other. Omg no. You can not keep the inevitable from occurring. You slide side to side trying to evade. Each movement only enhances the pleasure. You squeeze tight and hold your breath.

"Noooooo!"

He is holding the vibrator so that its length lays between both your lips, and the tip rests on your clit. There is no way you can hold out, but you try. You promised. Then your body takes over. Against your will, you feel the pleasure overflow. You close your eyes and open your mouth in a silent scream. You try to suppress all sound as your body contracts and releases rapidly, quivering against his touch. The orgasm explodes through you as you try to hide the pleasure. But how wonderful it feels! Wave after wave crashing over you.

He watches your pleasure with a smile. Omg he knows! You were not to cum! But the sensation is too much. Your body failing to heed your commands, you loose control. Your muscles contract and release powerfully and your hips buck wildly as you cry out "Oooooooo fucking Nooooo!" trailing off in a grunt of pleasure.

As it subsides he says, "You are a very naughty and disobedient pet!" You can almost hear his smile, "What will I do with you?" You wait for more punishment as he says, "If you want to cum, then cum you shall!"

You can hardly believe it. His only command, a test of your obedience, was to not climax. But you failed, or more accurately, your body failed you after you lost all control. But it was spectacular!

Still breathing hard, your heart thumping in your chest, the twitching of your muscles slowly subside in your afterglow. You realize he is talking "... Such a naughty pet." But you hear the smile in his voice "So you like to cum do ya? Well then cum you shall!" You try to respond no but can only manage a moan.

Naked and face down on the bed, your wrists stretched over your head are bound to your headboard, each ankle bound to opposing bed posts, you are totally vulnerable to him as he kneels between your thighs. Still buzzing, the vibrator rests between your swollen lips, soaked in your juices, when the tip touches the underside of your clit sending little shocks of pleasure through your body. You moan again and squirm. You try but there is nothing you can do.

He slides the tip slowly down and back along your lips, resulting in waves of pleasure building like the incoming tide. You brace for it as your body starts to tremble. With the next stroke, he changes the angle pressing the tip inward, firmly against your opening, spreading its wonderful sensations throughout you. You cry out as your body lifts and pushes back plunging the wonderful toy deep inside drowning out its soft hum. Your body lifts and shakes and then drops again and reacts violently as if electricity was applied to your spine overloading all commands to your muscles.

As you slowly return to this world, you contemplate what this must look like from his perspective. Bound, face down, thighs wide, vibrator buried deep, end protruding from your soaking lips, you are totally open and vulnerable to him.

You smile briefly as you hear the familiar sound of him stroking his hard cock, the skin sliding over the wetness of the head. You are filled with happiness knowing that the sight of you is pleasing him so. The thought of his rigid cock makes you wild with desire; you must have it buried deep in your pussy now! Your moans urge him to fuck you hard. Oooooo god here it comes as you brace for the next waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

As they slowly pass, you try to catch your breath. By now you are drenched in sweat and your thighs are soaked in wetness. It's as if you have just sprinted a mile without stopping. You don't know how much more your body can take, but then realize that you have no say. You feel a slight urge to pee, but before you can worry the next set of waves build and your body braces again before being racked by more convulsions. "Oooooooo fuck it feels sooo goood", you scream but it only comes out as a wild animal groan.

With each orgasm, the period between shortens, until it feels as if it is just one long orgasm. Your body, out of control, only responds to him. When he moves the vibrator slightly within you, your muscles contract in wild pleasure. And when he slides it out slowly and back, you groan and convulse as it spreads throughout your body. The urge to pee steadily increases, but there is nothing you can do. You can't even talk. You try and squeeze tight to keep from wetting

the bed, but again lose all control of your body as it spasms in orgasm. Oh My God! you let go as your body shakes. Maybe he won't notice...

As he slides the vibrator outward, pee gushes around the shaft, only stemmed by the contractions of your orgasm. He watches with a smile enjoying your body's response. But rather than being mortified as you feared, the lose of control only increases the intensity of the orgasm. You cry out excitedly as your body releases, fully out of control. "You are such a naughty pet!", you hear him tease. "Look at the mess you have made now! You've gone an peed all over the bed. I think you really need punishment now!"

The tip of the vibrator touches the drenched lips of your still pulsing pussy as he toys with you. You gasp "please". He smiles as you twitch when it touches your clit briefly. "I know just what will teach you", he muses. You breath deep as you hear him rummaging behind you in

the drawer. Yesssss maybe he will plunge that cock deep into my wet pussy now. You hope.

You feel him kneel behind you and position himself. Then the sticky sound of lubricant being stroked onto his cock. Mmmmm. Oh oh. You turn you head nervously and then feel is finger touch your anus. Noooooooo! You squeeze tight around his index finger forcing it out. You love him, but isn't peeing enough indignity for one day? He smiles at you as you pull on your restraints slowly realizing that you are at his mercy. "You have to pay for disobedience my love," he whispers. You brace for the worst.

You feel the vibrator slide easily into your wet pussy, immediately igniting the pleasure within you. He slowly slides it in and out letting the tension build until finally sliding it deep holding there. Oh my God here it comes again. Just then you feel the head of his cock press against your anus parting the skin and slowly pressing in. You squeeze tight, but here comes the waves Oh My God noooooo. With each spasm his cock slides slowly deeper followed by you squeezing tight trying to force it out. But your muscles are too relaxed and with each contraction he slides deeper into your ass until finally a good 4 inches in.

It is a strange sensation. There is no pain. Its more of a full feeling like you need to go. And as your orgasm continues the sensations of pleasure and fullness entwine. You push back against him tentatively testing, feeling him sink deeper. Then you squeeze as he slides outward. Ooooooo. Then back in Long slow thrusts. Omg this feels wonderful. You moan. His cock is so hard. It seems as if you can feel it better when you squeeze. Oooo. He is moaning and thrusting faster and deeper. You try to squeeze tight but again, as has happened so often today, you loose control as you cum, jerking and contracting around his cock eratically.

But this time it is different, as he is losing control too. "Ooooo fuckkkk yessss cummm baby cum in my ass," he groans. "I love ooooooo fuck... ", thrusting deep into you as he grunts. You can feel his cock jump and jerk as it spurts your lovers cum deep inside your bum! He collapses onto you and kisses your neck, your cheek then your lips as you turn your head. You kiss back hungrily devouring his love, returning it freely.

You still hear the soft hum of the vibrator somewhere on the bed, ejected and lost during the passion of your bum fucking. It is a strange sensation as he slowly lifts his hips drawing his semi hard cock slowly from your bum trailing a white string of cum. He loving unfastens each ankle and then your wrists rolling you on your back as you embrace, kissing deeply.

Then he whispers, "I love you... miss" and you realize for the first time, that you were in control all along...



The Punishment



She entered her bedroom, dropping her purse and jacket in the chair. Leaning in toward the dresser mirror, she removed her earrings and the clips that held up her hair when something in the reflection caught her eye. She felt a knot in the pit of her stomach as she turned around to see his belt coiled up on her pillow.

She fell back against the dresser, her knees suddenly weak. "What did I do?" she thought, her mind racing through the events of the day searching for anything that would have displeased him. The sudden beep from her phone made her jump and she nervously reached into her purse to read his text.

STRIP. KNEEL. WAIT.

Her hands shakily unfastened the buttons of her blouse, lowered the zipper of her skirt. She clumsily folded her clothes and placed them in the basket in the floor of the closet. Taking a deep breath, she positioned herself on her knees in the middle of the area rug beside the bed, head down, confused and waiting.

He had a key to her house so he could come and go as he pleased. She knelt there waiting for what seemed like an eternity until she finally heard the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor. She saw his imposing shadow on the floor in front of her.

"Do you know why I am here?" 

"You are going to punish me, Sir," she replied meekly, picturing the belt laying on the bed.

"And why do you need punished?"

She shook her head slowly. "I don't know, Sir. I'm sorry. I don't know what I did wrong."

"I found this on your computer today," he said, flinging a piece of paper down on the floor. "Pick it up. Read it!"

She reached for the paper with a trembling hand, a print out of an email time-stamped earlier that day. When she saw who it was from she flinched, a letter from a former lover inviting her out for drinks and describing in detail what he would like to do to her. "Sir, please, I did not invite this. I will tell him not to write again."

"That will not be necessary. I've already taken care of that, and blocked him from ever sending you anything again." His voice was slow and deliberate. "Get up, whore."

As she started to stand, he pushed her down across the bed. One hand on the back of her neck pressing her face down in the mattress, the other came down hard across her ass. "Didn't I tell you that you would never be able to escape your past?" Another hard smack. "Once a whore, always a whore." He released his hold on her neck and moved to the head of the bed to retrieve his belt. "Get in position. Spread your legs like the slut you are."

She rolled her body over, her ass cheeks stinging as they touched the comforter. Laying on the bed, she stretched her arms over her head and separated her legs. When he was truly punishing her, he did not tie her down. He expected her to hold her position perfectly still or she would suffer more. Her eyes closed, she tried to steady her breathing. She had not seen him this upset with her in a long time.

"Open your eyes!" he ordered.

She knew better than to look at his face. Her eyes settled on the belt in his hand, his fingers stroking down the length of the black leather. The buckle end was wrapped around his hand. She watched his arm raise and her body jumped as the end of the belt struck between her legs. A loud gasp escaped her lips. His aim was always perfect, she thought. 

Her eyes were wide open as she watched the belt come down again. Her hands above her head grasped tightly at the bed covers. Again and again the tip of the belt met it's target. Five times...six times... The sting of the leather took her breath away, but she knew if she moved or closed her eyes he would start over. 

He didn't speak as he struck her repeatedly. He didn't need to. She knew the thoughts that were in his head. Eight times...nine times... The pain at this point was nearly unbearable. He hadn't given her a lashing this hard in months. She focused on watching the belt...knowing the exact moment it would hit her burning skin each time. Eleven times...twelve times...

Pausing, he stood and stared at her for a long time. She knew there would be one more blow. Thirteen was his favorite number. The waiting was almost as excruciating as the pain. She fought to keep her now watering eyes open. Her heart raced as she concentrated on counting the seconds, her eyes never leaving that strip of black leather.

Thirteen times...

"Look at me," he commanded. She raised her wet eyes to his, seeing the torment on his face. Without another word, he set the belt down on the bed and left the room.

She hadn't meant to, but she had broken his trust. That knowledge hurt worse than any physical pain he could inflict on her. She laid there not moving, tears streaming down her cheeks. Hearing the front door close, she knew he would not be back to comfort her that night.

She remained in the same position on the bed, staring blindly at the ceiling, as all the light in the room faded. Eventually the tears dried up and in the darkness her exhausted body demanded sleep.

The early morning sunlight streaming through the windows woke her. Sometime in the night she had curled up into a tiny ball. As she stretched, the soreness brought back every painful memory of the night before. She rose from the bed and walked slowly through the house, hoping to find him there waiting for her. Dismayed at his absence, she moved almost in a trance to the bathroom to shower and prepare her body in the manner he preferred. When she finished, she dried off but did not dress. She gathered a pen and paper and sat down to write him a letter...

Dear Sir,

I'm a sorry to be a disappointment to you. You are correct, I can not ever completely escape from my past. But I can become a better person if you will help me. Please teach me. Help me to grow and become whole again.

She placed the note perfectly centered on the small table just inside the front door. In the living room, she arranged herself in the middle of the hardwood floor, kneeling, hands clasped behind her back, head down. She would wait there patiently, determined that whatever moment he returned he would find her exactly that way.

She had no idea how much time passed. She was lost in a torrent of thought when the key turned in the door. He paused in the foyer and she knew he was reading the letter. Breathing deeply she fought back the tears that were trying to form. She did not want to cry in front of him again today. She wanted to be strong for him, to not break down. His footsteps approached and he stopped before her, looking down at her kneeling frame, before moving to sit in a chair.

"Come here," he said.

On her hands and knees, she crawled across the floor and knelt by his feet. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, craving the comfort of contact, but she knew better. He would let her know when, or if, that was allowed.

In silence they sat. She did not notice the pain in her knees from the floor, the hunger in her belly from not eating since the afternoon before, the soreness from her lashing. She simply remained beside the chair, oblivious to her every discomfort except one...the void in her soul.

She listened to his breathing, so deep and steady that she almost thought that he had fallen asleep, but resisted the urge to look up at him to check. Head still bowed, she did not see his hand as he reached over and gently brushed a piece of fallen hair from her cheek. He stroked her hair as she remained perfectly still next to him. Eventually, his hand rested on the back of her neck, where last night he had used it to hold her face down on the bed. This time, instead, he used it to pull her to him. He tilted up her chin so she could look at him and she saw a calmness in his eyes. Throwing her arms around his leg, she buried her face against him, her body finally relaxing. It was not over, but he was offering her the chance to gain back his trust again.

He rested his hand on the back of her head as she clung to his leg, silent tears daring to escape her eyes. Leaning forward, he took her face in his hands, gently brushing the wetness from her cheeks. Staring into her eyes for a long moment, he finally nodded and took his hands away. With his assistance she rose to her feet and walked to the kitchen.

She had never enjoyed cooking, but had carefully studied to be able to make his favorite meals. She fixed his drink and delivered it to where he sat. In the kitchen she could now move easily through the motions of preparing his dinner, as he watched from the other room. In the beginning she had struggled with this task, burning more than one meal before she was finally able to present him with a dinner she was truly proud of. As the food cooked, she set one place at the head of the table. She never dined with him unless he allowed it. Once he was seated at the table, she would serve his meal, then take her position in the corner of the room watching diligently for anything he might need...refreshing his drink, refilling his plate, knowing by instinct what he wanted before he had to ask. 

"Would you like dessert, Sir?"

"No," he responded, pausing before adding, "You did well tonight, little one."

She couldn't help but smile at his compliment. He did not dole them out freely and she relished every single one she received from him. She cleared the dishes from the table as he stood.

"Would you like for me to draw your bath now, Sir?"

"You may do so."

One thing she had always loved about this house was the huge old-fashioned claw foot tub in the large master bath. She carefully adjusted the water to the perfect temperature, knowing he preferred it much hotter than she did herself. She had just laid out the things she would need as he entered the room. He stood before her and she reached to remove his tie, laying it gently on the counter. She loved being allowed to undress him, exposing his skin to her eyes. She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, daring to let her hand linger on his bare chest for a brief moment. She didn't care if he punished her for it later...she needed this contact with his flesh. Carefully folding his shirt she laid it with the tie, then knelt down before him. She paused, hands trembling slightly as she reached for his belt, the punishment of the night before flashing through her mind. It wasn't the same belt, though...that one was still laying on the floor beside the bed where she had knocking it off in her restless sleep. Once the belt was removed, she confidently undid the fastenings of his pants, releasing that part of him which she craved. As much as she wished to touch him, she knew it was not the proper time yet. He stepped into the steaming water and dismissed her for the moment as he relaxed.

She took the opportunity to quickly clean up the kitchen and eat a few bites of food herself. Just because she did not eat with him did not mean he wished her to starve herself. He would certainly not be pleased if she was too weak to perform her duties. The kitchen spotless, she went back and knocked gently on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

Her pulse raced as she saw him laying naked in the tub. This was one of her favorite times with her Master...when she was freely allowed to touch his body, washing every inch of his skin. She checked the water temperature, adding more hot until the heat stung her hands. Kneeling beside the tub, she lathered up the cloth. As he leaned back with his eyes closed, she gently moved her hands over his body, enjoying the feel of his muscled flesh beneath her fingers. She washed his hair, her hands massaging his scalp, carefully rinsing out the bubbles so the water did not get in his eyes. 

The final act was one she had done many times now, but which still made her slightly nervous. The first time he had presented her with the straight razor she had nearly panicked. The tiniest of nicks and she would face the belt. Once she had cut him so badly that he caned her, the marks remaining on her ass for a week, his face healed before she did. A deep breath and she applied the shaving cream, her hands delicately moving the razor across his face as he had taught her. As anxious as doing this made her, she was honored that he permitted her to do something that was so risky and was determined to do it perfectly. After the final stroke of the blade, she rinsed his face and smiled at her work. 

Moving away from the tub, she gathered up a large towel and waiting for him to step out. She dried him off slowly, moving the towel down his body. On her knees as she finished, she leaned down and gently kissed his feet. With the towel wrapped around his waist he left the room while she cleaned up.

She found him standing naked in the bedroom. On the floor before him, she assumed the position he had taught her early on...sitting back on her heels, legs spread apart, back arched, her face raised. Taking his cock in her mouth, she felt his hand grip her hair, gathering it in his fist as he pulled her head closer. She lived for these acts of his pleasure, and grew excited as she worked her mouth on him. Her tongue moved along the vein on the underside and she felt his body stiffen. He forced himself further into her, touching the back of her throat, fucking her mouth. He was rough with her, twisting her hair tightly in his hands, until he released himself in her mouth. Holding her head in place, she could do nothing but swallow every drop as she knew he expected her to do.

Reaching for her hand, he helped her move to bend over the edge of the bed. She heard the drawer in the bedside table open and knew what he was going for. The plug was crystal clear glass, smooth and cool to the touch. He rubbed it back and forth between her legs, getting it slick with her own wetness. Even after so many times, she still cringed slightly as he inserted it into her, but found it to her liking once it was in place. His hand struck her ass hard, leaving a stinging hand print that she knew represented her impertinence for touching his chest as she had undressed him. She would proudly wear it as a prize.

He motioned for her to climb up on the bed. She was on her knees, ass raised and face down. She couldn't help but squirm slightly as she felt his fingers enter her, working in and out. She moaned, her breathing becoming more rapid, but then he stopped suddenly as she knew he would. It was not her time yet...if he allowed it tonight. He entered her from behind, long slow strokes at first, before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. He took her roughly, pounding into her until she thought her still sore body couldn't take anymore. Pulling out of her, he rolled her over on her back. Grabbing her breasts, he squeezed and pinched with one hand, the other hand working between her legs. He knew when she was getting close and would stop, torturing her with pleasure and no release, before building it up again.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered.

"Please, Sir," she said breathlessly.

"Not until you say it. Beg for it, little one."

"Please, Sir, please let me cum," she begged, her eyes pleading and her heart racing.

He roughly twisted her nipple and worked his hand faster. She was biting her lip, waiting...and he nodded. She cried out as her whole body shuddered in orgasm. She was still shaking as he threw her legs up over her head and entered her again, feeling her pulsing around his cock. When he finished, he lay down beside her gathering her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

After a while he sat up, pulling her into his lap. He then positioned her arms behind her back, fastening on the set of leather cuffs. He helped her away from the bed and she moved on her knees back to the center of that rug next to it. As Sir pulled back the blankets and climbed into her bed, turning out the light, she lay on her side curling into a ball on the rug where she would sleep that night.



The Punishment



She was at work when her phone buzzed against her thigh. Making sure her customers didn't need her for a moment, she pulled out the small phone and opened up the text message that was waiting.

'I hope you didn't put panties on today.'

She smiled at the text and wondered how to respond. Biting her lip, she put in a quick message.

'Not today, Sir.'

Then it sent off into the electronic space. She went back to her tables to make sure they were doing okay on drinks and their food was fine. The shift she had picked up was going slow as she hadn't had a new table in fifteen minutes. The phone buzzed again.

'Is these the panties you were debating on wearing then?' Underneath the text was a picture of her lacy red panties. She blushed, looking over her shoulder in hope that no one else saw them.

'Yes, Sir. But no panties cover my ass.' She sent the message and put on a smile as another table was sat in her section. Greeting them and introducing herself, she took their drink order and left the table. Her phone buzzed again.

'Good. But a shame, won't get to pinken that ass tonight.' Heat flooded through her and she shifted slightly. Hurrying up with the drinks, she went back out to the table and asked them if they needed a couple of minutes to look over their menu. They stated yes and she went behind the counter.

'I'm sure you will think of a reason to pinken my ass Sir' She hesitated a moment before sending the text.

A second later the phone went off again.

'Oh trust me, I'm sure I can think of a couple of reasons already.' She felt more heat pool into her sex and shifted uncomfortably.

'What would be one reason Sir?'

Her table was talking and she went over to them, taking down their order as she waited for the familiar buzzing of her phone. Thanking them and telling them her name again, she walked away. Checking on another table, her phone buzzed and she did everything in her willpower to make sure she didn't run away from the table.

'How about one reason being this?' Below was another image, this time of the vibrator that they had bought together. Her face warmed considerably at the image and pocketed the phone before anyone could see. As she was putting in the order for her new table, her phone went off again.

'Did we happen to play before we went to work today, pet?'

"God, that guy knows everything!" She hesitated before sending a reply.

'If I did?'

She started to wrap silverware as she waited for either her food, a new table, or the next text message. Her mind was in a flurry of thoughts. What would he do if she did masturbate before coming to work? He had said nothing, but usually he was there to take care of her need. Today, he had left earlier than normal and she was hot and wanting from their session last night.

Her phone startled her from the thoughts.

'I remember telling you no playing last night. Or did you forget, pet?'

Her mind swirled over the thoughts of last night. She remembered walking into the bedroom and him standing there with a new toy. How eager she was as they played. Then he stopped, leaving her right there on the edge, and told her firmly no playing until he said so. She paled at the thought. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath.

'I'm sorry Sir. I forgot. If you had just let me cum last night, I wouldn't have played this morning.'

After she sent the text, she realized she had put her foot in her mouth.

Her relief came in early and gave her a smile. Noticing her pale features, she raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay sweetie?"

"Yea. Just remembered I didn't feed the cat." In her mind though, she knew that it wasn't just the cat she was worried about.

"If you say so, sweetheart." The server clocked on and she gave her a tight smile before her food came up. Placing the food on the trays, she went out to her table and placed the plates before the right person. She did her job of telling them she would be back to check on them and went to start on her outs. There wasn't many left, but she tried to drag them out as much as possible. Her phone went off and she bit her lip.

'I think someone has forgotten their place. I don't get home till a little later tonight. I want the chores done and you on the bed, naked, with your ass in the air. I don't care if you have to wait a while before I get there.'

'Yes Sir' she replied without hesitation, though the heat pooled between her legs even more and she moved to feel the slickness down her thighs. Cleaning off some of the tables, she checked on her last one and continued with her outs. As she did so, the phone went off again.

'When you get off, I want you to call me while you walk home. I want you to tell me what you are going to do after we play with this' The picture that was underneath it was of the paddle he loved to use to spank her when she was disobedient. She sucked in breath, almost let out a moan, and sent a 'Yes Sir' as her reply.

The end of her job went faster than she wanted and, as she stepped out onto the city street, she blushed as she realized how crowded it was. Every single person would look at her with curiosity or lust, she knew, as she described what she wanted to do to her Sir. Sucking in a breath, she called the familiar number.

"Hello, slut."

"Hello, Sir." She shivered despite the heat and took in a big breath. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for disobeying. I'm sorry for being rude. Please don't use the paddle, Sir."

His chuckle made fear race up her spine. "Not getting out of it so easily, pet. The paddle will be on your ass tonight. Now, what are you going to do after your discipline?"

She groaned. There goes that hope, she thought. Starting down the street towards her apartment, she thought about what she would do. "I would. . .I will thank you for each swat, Sir. I know I will be wet with arousal, but you will probably not play with me. I will move when you say I can and . . ."

"And?"

"And I will get on my knees in front of you, Sir, and start by unzipping your fly and button." She got a few glances and started to speak lower. "I will then-"

"I can't here you, pet." His voice interrupted, the hidden demand that she speak up. Her face reddened immensely.

"I will then take your huge cock out and stroke up and down with my hands. Tracing every vein and feeling it throb in my hand as it only does for me Sir. I will lean down and take one of your balls in my mouth and suck lightly and trace it before doing the other one. I will stroke your hard cock with my hand, slowly. Then replace it with my mouth. I will let you slide as far as I can and keep you there as my hands play with your balls and the rest of your length. I will circle my tongue around you as I start to bob up and down your cock."

She moaned at the image and didn't care about the guy that was following her. She jumped when she heard Sir's voice.

"Getting needy, slut?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Continue."

"I'll keep going faster with my mouth until your hand goes into my hair and holds me still as you thrust into my mouth. My hands will stay play with the rest of your cock and balls, waiting for you to cum into my mouth. And when you do I will swallow it all."

"And why will you swallow it all, pet?"

"Because I am a good slut, Sir," she whispered.

"What was that?"

"Because I am your good slut, Sir."

"Better. Are you home yet?" She hadn't realized that the dirty talk had turned her on so much and made the blocks fly by.

"Yes, Sir."

"Go to your apartment and make sure you lock the door. Wouldn't want someone to follow you and take what is mine. I'll be home in a while. Be on the bed, slut." With that he ended the call and she hurried inside.

She stripped once inside her door after making sure it was locked. Her shoes went by the door and she folded her clothes into a pile on the chair. This way, he knew that she was naked and in nothing else. Not every day did she have to follow the order of being naked when he arrived home, but it was a decree this morning. She shivered as the cold air made her nipples peak.

She tried to focus on her chores as best as possible. Every so often, she looked at the time, wishing that he would have told her what time to expect him home. Anticipation leaked through every pore, as well as the fear of the paddle. She made dinner, pasta that night. After she had done everything else she was to do that day, she walked into the bedroom, stepping slower the closer she got there.

On the bed there was a note.

'My bad little slut,

I want you to put the anal plug in your ass as well as being on the bed. There is lube where it always is. Also, the butterfly and turned on low. You are not allowed to cum, pet. If you do, it will be another ten swats on that lovely ass. You know how I like to make it pink.

Sir'

She found the anal plug beside the note and winced at the side. It had been a while since they had last done anything remotely anal. Finding the lube, she did her best not to shiver as she played around with her asshole. After wetting both the puckered sphincter and the toy, she slowly pushed against it until it went in with a pop.

The butterfly was in the closet waiting for her. Stepping into the straps, she moved it all the way till the little nub pressed against her clit. Turning it on with the remote, she shivered as her anus contracted against the plug. Dear lord, she felt like she was about to come from just the two sensations. Gently getting on the bed, she made sure her ass was towards the door as she lay down on her upper chest.

She tried to focus on everything else minus the butterfly and the anal plug. She focused on how her day at work was and how Sir had taken her on a great day last night. On how she was to go out with some friends over the weekend. Everything though turned sexual as the butterfly buzzed against her clit, making her wetter and even needier. Every so often her sphincter clenched against the plug. She wiggled around, trying to find some comfort against the fullness of her ass.

Sounds started on the wooden floor in the entry way. She didn't know what time it was as the clock was on the other nightstand away from her. The steps started forward, across the living room, into the kitchen where she heard the door to the fridge upon up. A shiver ran through her. It was Sir.

Her mind kept chanting for him to get this over with but as she listened, she followed his movements to the cabinets and then to the stove. He was eating before seeing to her! She growled in outrage and then had to reprimand herself. He did say however long he took.

The butterfly seemed to turn up in its vibrations and she gasped. He had the other remote. Groaning into the blankets, she turned her thoughts elsewhere, wondering what they were going to do tomorrow. However, the buzzing against her clit distracted her distraction as her body seemed to stretch towards her orgasm.

She started the mantra in her head 'No cumming no cumming'. With her thoughts inward, she didn't hear Sir come into the bedroom nor his steps around the bed to the closet.

When his hand came to touch her ass, she jumped a bit before relaxing. She looked up at him and his look was heated, mostly by lust, the rest by disappointment. He traced her bottom to her sex and pressed two fingers into her. She moaned at him and wiggled her bottom which earned her a slap on the ass.

"No moving slut." She clenched at his command and he gave a small chuckle.

"Was it fun telling everyone outside what you were going to do to me after you received your punishment?"

She bit her lip and her hesitation earned her another whack. "Yes Sir. It turned me on Sir. Though it was embarrassing."

He made a sound of agreement and nodded his head. "Wouldn't it be fun though, pet, to have you against the glass facing the street? Your tits pushed against the window moving up and down as I pounded into you from behind?"

Her walls clenched hard at his moving fingers and she gave a slight mewl.

"Thought so." He moved his fingers in and out of her sex a couple of more times before removing them completely. She let out a whimper at the lost.

He rubbed her ass cheeks, grabbing each in a hand and massaging the flesh. She gave a moan, loving it when he massaged her. However it turned to a gasp as he smacked her ass with his hand.

"Now, pet, what are the rules?"

"My safe word is red. Yellow is if I feel like I am going into a panic attack or something is wrong. I am not to hesitate when answering you. You will do as you please as it is your body to play with."

He nodded his head. "Then why did you ignore the not playing with yourself slut?"

"I forgot Sir."

He made a sound and whacked her other cheek. "And the rude comment?"

"I'm sorry Sir."

"You will be sorry. No moving or it's another ten." She waited for the blow but instead felt his hands on her ass. He pushed and pulled on the plug and she moaned. Relaxing slowly, she closed her eyes and just felt him.

Then the sting of the paddle on her ass. She gritted her teeth.

"One Sir. Thank you Sir."

He didn't say anything, just caress the skin. Then the paddle came down again.

"Two Sir. Thank you Sir."

By four her ass was stinging and she balled her hands into the blanket, thanking him after the swat.

By seven tears were forming in her eyes and she panted a bit as well. She was by no means a pain slut, but knowing he was behind her, watching her ass turn pink made her aroused. Plus pain did become pleasure after a while and the anal plug didn't help much when the paddle pushed it into her further.

Three more, thanking him after each, and she was crying. He rubbed the flesh like he did after each strike and she pushed her ass into his hands. She was aroused like nothing else in the world and she was surprised that she didn't orgasm until she realized the butterfly was off.

"Now, pet, you will do as you told me. Then I might take you."

She hurried up and scrambled to the floor. Looking up at him, she saw his hungry eyes and licked her lips. "Thank you Sir."

Tracing his pants legs upwards, she caressed his cock through the material. She undid the button and down went the zipper. His cock sprung out and she groaned as she looked at the massive member. Tracing the veins on the flesh, she worked her way down to his sack where she leaned up with her mouth and took one into her wetness. Her hands stroked up and down his length and she moaned as he started to play with her hair.

Her mouth replaced her hand and she took him as far as she could, the rest being played with by one hand, while the other played with his balls. She circled her tongue over his cock as she pulled away slightly and then went back down on him just as slowly. She licked the underneath when she popped him out of her mouth, from the base to the tip before she started to suck on him.

She loved giving him head as it let her have control over something. As she got more into it, the butterfly came on, roaring to life. She moaned loudly around his member as her want to orgasm came back to the surface. His voice told her not to cum and she groaned but focused more on him then on the toys.

After speeding up, she felt his hands starting to tighten in her hair and moaned as he took over. He held her still as he thrust in and out of her moist mouth, groaning as he came closer and closer to the edge. With faster thrusts, his cock spasm and his cum filled her mouth as she swallowed.

He looked down at her and she licked her lips as she finished cleaning him.

He stroked her head a couple of times, looking as though he was thinking. She waited, wondering what he would do next.

"Up on the bed, pet."

She scrambled, even though every movement made the butterfly press tighter against her clit. Sitting on her butt, the plug moved more in her ass and she gasped out. The only sound she was rewarded with was a smile.

His hands pushed her onto her back and spread her legs open so her wet pussy glinted in the dull light. He traced a thigh to her sex and plunged two fingers into her. Her breathing quickened and she groaned as she moved her hips. He took his fingers out and removed the butterfly only to smack her clit, hard. His fingers went back into her sex, this time three, and her walls pulsed against the thickness.

He kept pumping in and out and she moaned as her body came closer and closer to the edge. Each time her hips moved, he slapped her clit. As she was close to the edge, he removed his fingers and had her lick her juices off them.

He removed the anal plug and grinned at her as she looked up through hooded eyes. "Go clean up dinner and come to bed. Maybe this time you will remember not to play."

She whimpered but hurried to do as he said even though her whole body throbbed. She put up dinner and came back to the bedroom with a pout. He just laughed at her as he lay in the bed. "Maybe if you behave tomorrow, you might get to cum."



The Punishment



I was home from work one Thursday. It was rare for me to take much time off. We were both off Friday and Monday, having decided to take a long weekend together in the mountains. I hadn't told you of my plans to stay home today; instead, I wanted to get everything ready and surprise you later. The trip was for your birthday, and I was determined to make the weekend all about your pleasure. Knowing you though, you had planned things around me as well.

So I wanted to give you tonight.

I began by getting everything ready I'd need for the trip. Everything was clean, packed, put together and in the car before noon. It was a calming routine, putting things in order around the house. As usual, I couldn't get very far without having to stop and think about you. As I picked up and dusted in the library, I kept coming across things of yours, and it made me smile. Every step brought my mind to you, lover, to our morning together.

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Before leaving for work, you'd found me in the bathroom, stepping out of the shower. You stood, leaning against the doorframe, just watching with a smile. I took my time drying my hair with a towel, drying my legs, my arms. As I straightened up, I felt you behind me - I hadn't even seen you move. We stood in front of the mirror, you behind me. You wrapped both arms around my waist, pulling me back to you. Feeling you against me, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, moaning. You'd thrown the switch, and now I had to have you. I felt a warm tickle by my left ear, your breath.

"Imzadi, I need you to spread your legs for me."

I complied immediately, and was rewarded by a small squeeze from you. My arm found its way behind your neck, and our lips met, then our tongues. I tried to show you how eager I was, how ready...but you knew. You always knew what I wanted and what I needed. As the kiss deepened, you grabbed the edge of my towel and pulled. It fell away, leaving me naked for you. I whimpered as you pulled your head away from mine, and looked up at you plaintively, but the grin on your face calmed me. You sniffed the air, and I knew right away that you could smell my arousal. Before I knew it, you slipped two fingers down between my swollen lips, bare and glistening with moisture. I could see how much I was dripping in the mirror. You brought them up to your mouth and licked them clean, then dipped them down again and offered them to me.

"Taste yourself, lover. So sweet, so delicious."

Devouring your fingers became my only focus, and I barely heard your low chuckle. You knew that I'd do anything to please you. The fingers went away far too soon. I was quivering with need, straining to control myself, but you knew that too. It was our routine to take our time in the morning, and I knew you liked when I relaxed and let you guide me.

One of your hands fell to the small of my back and the other to my hip. Gently, but firmly, you pushed and bent me over at the waist.

"Hang on to the counter, love, unless you want to fall over." Then as an afterthought, "If you don't stay still, you won't be allowed to cum. So I do suggest you choose to steady yourself."

That was all I needed to hear, and I stretched my arms out in front me. And grabbing on to the counter, tried to hold on tight. I knew though, that when you wanted to take me hard, I had little chance of staying upright.

The hand on my back moved to my ass, gently stroking, caressing me there. I shivered at your touch and involuntarily pressed my hips back into you. 

"Gently now," you breathed into my ear. "Stay still or I'll leave you wanting all day, my darling."

With excruciating slowness, you pulled the butt plug out and set it on the counter next to my arms. I felt your fingers tease me back there, probing, testing. It must have been to your satisfaction, as I heard your zipper lower. It took all of my self control not to cum right then, but I knew you wouldn't be pleased with me. Finally, your cock slid between my cunt lips, slowly moving up and down, gathering moisture. I bit my lip, but couldn't quite stifle my moans, and I knew you'd be able to feel my cunt clenching, trying to pull you in. I saw your wolfish grin in the mirror.

"Not now, pet. You'll have to wait until later for that pleasure. All I want with your cunt is your juice."

You slid your cock up and down through my lips one more time, before pulling your hips back. I knew what was happening without even looking up into the mirror. You were lining your hips up, getting ready to thrust. It wouldn't be gentle.

"OHHHH!" 

I cried out as you plunged into my ass in one firm, hard stroke, until your balls rested against my ass. You spanked me twice, reminding me not to speak or make noise, holding your cock still inside me. As we stood there, I focused my concentration on you, your cock deep in my hole. My muscles spasmed around you, no matter how hard I tried to still them. Again, I heard the chuckle come from your throat, and knew you could tell how hard I was trying to behave. After what seemed like an eternity, you started moving, but so slowly. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on your cock and nothing else. 

We fell into a silent rhythm, moving together unhurriedly, but so hard. You gripped my hips with one hand, and pressed my back down lower with the other. I kept expecting you to speed up your thrusts, but you never did. Instead, you kept the same pace, in and out. In and out. Stopping in between. I felt the fire slowly building inside me, but knew I'd never get to orgasm at this speed. Of course, you knew it too. You deftly slid a hand underneath me and began playing with my clit. Pinching, rubbing, occasionally slapping. It became too hard to stay still, and I felt myself rocking back into you, trying to speed up. You held me firm and took your time, helping me climb higher with your hand.

I felt you tense, your muscles firm as you held your cock deep inside me. At the same time, you rubbed me furiously, squeezing my clit between two fingers every now and then. I went wild, moaning, letting my head fall back. Your lips found my exposed neck, kissing hard. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to cum, and told you so, looking up in desperation. Again, you grinned and held me firm as you pushed your hips forward, arching your back, and spilling your cum deep inside my ass, pushing me down as you did. I closed my eyes and hung on, wanting now to finish with you, looking for that orgasm.

But you unceremoniously pulled out of me, grabbed the plug off the counter and slid it firmly home. Giving it a pat, you answered the question in my eyes.

"You didn't stay still, lover. Now you'll have to wait until tonight. Remember - no touching yourself until I tell you, otherwise it might be even later."

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Hours later, I was still sopping wet. I couldn't even move without being reminded first of the sizable plug you left stuffed up inside me, and then the fresh load of cum you kept buried inside. I racked my brain, trying to think of how I could make the night special, and all for you - especially since I felt I'd disappointed you earlier. It was part of our mutual exploration, but learning to control my orgasms was proving to be difficult. Even now, it took all my self control to remind myself that I had been ordered not to touch myself. On the other hand, you could make me cum with a single look, or a simple touch. Your control over my body seemed so much better than mine. I sighed and made sure everything was ready for our departure tomorrow. 

After looking in the mirror, I picked up my keys and got into the car. Part of your night would be dinner, wine and dessert. Of course, I planned on being the last course, if you were pleased with me. The grocery store wasn't crowded, which was for the best, since I had to stop and compose myself every so often. Walking around with the plug always brought me to the brink of orgasm; I knew I had to keep myself under control. Even if I didn't say a word, you always seemed to know if I had been able to behave or not. 

Soon, the cart was full with everything I needed to make one of your favorite dishes. I went into the produce section last. I grabbed some strawberries, bananas, peaches and cucumbers. Again glad of the relatively empty store, I felt a heavy blush creep up my cheeks as I thought about what I'd be using them for later. The heavy blush reminded me to pick up something else I knew you liked, some ginger root. Checking over my list one more time, I checked out and made my way home.

Once I put everything away, it was time to start getting myself ready for the evening. I stepped into the shower, under the hot water and felt my muscles start to relax. I groaned, leaning into the spray. It was so hard not to pleasure myself. But I brightened...you hadn't said I couldn't let the water touch me... I put my hands behind my head, to take away temptation, and stepped into the water, legs spread wide. I felt the warm water hit my lips, my clit. But as much as I needed that orgasm, I felt guilty. After all, this was your night. I silently chastised myself. You do so much for me, this was all about you. But, I couldn't stop. The feel of the water, the plug inside me, the memory of the morning, it was too much. I found myself spreading my legs wider, pushing my hips out so that the water could do its task and felt a loud, intense, orgasm rip through my body. After the orgasm subsided, I felt ashamed. You would not be pleased, but perhaps you'd never find out. So I made sure I was clean for you, inside and out. Legs and cunt bare and ready for your pleasure.

I finished and stepped out to dry off, remembering our morning again. The next hour was spent happily making myself look just the way you like. I wanted to take your breath away tonight. I left my hair in soft curls down my back. My makeup was subtle, but I had red lipstick on. It was a signal between us that I wanted you badly.

Before my shower, I'd laid out my clothes, and carefully put them on. My lace thong was almost an afterthought, after all it was too tiny to cover anything. I pulled it up my legs, settling it on my hips and looked in the mirror. As per usual, my swollen lips were too much to contain, and bulged out on either side. The lace was tucked tightly between them, and I could feel it rough against my clit any time I moved. I hesitated, wondering if I could stand that all night. I started slipping them back down my legs, but stopped and thought better of it. You loved seeing my thong, and always ravished me once you found it soaked and barely able to contain my lips. I fastened the matching grey lace bra, making sure it was a snug fit, my breasts thrust proudly up, on display for you. The lace garter belt came next, and felt so nice and tight around me, like your hands, holding me in place when we fuck. I sat on the edge of our bed, and slowly rolled one silk stocking up my leg, carefully making sure it was straight. Once fastened, I repeated the same thing on my other leg. 

I smiled to myself, knowing that you'd love it if I stopped here and you found me cooking you dinner just like this. But again, I wanted a night full of surprises for you. I reached out for my dress and stepped into it. My ass squeezed around the plug; I know you'd want to help me zip the dress up if you were here now. It was a favorite of yours: emerald green, clinging to my breasts, then flowing out around my hips down to my knees. You loved how it showed off my curves. I adjusted the neckline, making sure a generous hint of my décolletage was on display for you, and couldn't resist letting my hands linger around my breasts a few moments longer than necessary. Slipping my plum heels on, I made sure my jewelry was in place and walked downstairs.

It was easy to lose myself in preparing the meal. This was something I loved to do - even more so with you, but I was so very happy to surprise you tonight. I hummed to myself, and danced around the kitchen as I began cooking. By now, I had almost forgotten about my earlier orgasm and the inevitable consequences. I'd even forgotten (to a certain extent) about the plug nestled firmly in my ass. I let myself focus entirely on dinner and on you. About ten minutes before you got home (you always texted me when you were at a traffic light that was about ten minutes away), I made sure to walk around the house, lighting candles, making everything perfect for you.

I looked nervously around, smoothing my dress and fixing my hair. The table was set with our good china, flowers in a vase and candles lit. I had only to bring in the food, being kept warm now in the kitchen. The wine had been opened to breathe about 45 minutes prior, and the champagne for dessert was chilling in the fridge. I'd even assembled the tray of fruit, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, cucumbers and ginger (with a knife) for our after dinner entertainment. The music was the kind of chilled music you loved on an evening like this. 

Hearing the front door open, I walked into the hall to meet you. You smiled at me softly.

"What's all this, lover?"

"For you, imzadi. Happy birthday."

You smiled, that goofy smile that always makes me melt, and held your arms open for me. I walked into them and nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent. It always felt so much better to have you with me. I pulled away and walked into the kitchen, looking over my shoulder.

"Dinner in five minutes. Would you like a glass of wine?"

You nodded your assent as you followed me into the kitchen, immediately asking how you could help. I shook my head grinning and asked you to sit back and enjoy as I handed you your glass of wine. It took me exactly five minutes to have dinner on the table for us. As we ate, I asked you about your day and kept up a steady stream of conversation. While you looked relaxed and were obviously enjoying the food, I could tell you were curious about my day, about what I had planned, but I didn't want to give everything away yet. As you spoke, I kept catching your gaze slip down to my breasts and linger there for a few moments before you could tear it away and look back into my eyes. You'd never been shy about doing that, but tonight your gaze was even more piercing than usual. When you did, I made sure to take a deep breath, thrusting my chest forward just a little bit more.

Dinner and dessert were lovely, and after two glasses of wine and a glass of champagne, I was feeling very warm. My cunt, on the other hand, wasn't just warm, but dripping wet and on fire. I needed you, but kept my composure. This was your night; I had to keep reminding myself. 

As I cleaned up, you kept me company in the kitchen, still trying to help. I laughed and swatted you away, handing you a cup of coffee to keep you busy. I smiled a little as you sipped the coffee, since that was one distraction that never failed.

By the time I was done, my breathing became a bit more labored, a bit nervous. You could tell, I knew, and were curious. I suddenly remembered what had happened in the shower and the color rushed to my cheeks. You raised one eyebrow at me, but I smiled and continued.

"Love? Help me bring something upstairs?"

"Of course."

You looked surprised when I handed you the tray; the look on your face became a smile as you glanced over the items it held. 

You said gently, "Imzadi, I thought I'd only be bringing you upstairs. But this promises to be equally as interesting, I think."

I led the way up to our bedroom, candles already lit, music playing. The sheets on the bed were turned down. You set the tray down carefully on your nightstand and reached over to touch my cheek and pull me to you, the blush creeping even further down my body.

"Someone has been busy today, hmm?"

I felt the color rushing to my cheeks.

"I enjoyed planning this evening for you," I said softly, my eyes trained to your chest.

You put a finger under my chin, lifting it up so that I looked right into your eyes. You leaned down to kiss my lips, smiling as you did so. You had just started kissing me, when I heard you take a deep breath and pull away. 

"Lover, I thought I asked you not to do something today?" Your voice was firm.

I stammered, looking down at my feet, trying to hold back tears. My body quivered with tension and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Imzadi?" 

Your voice still soft, but even firmer than earlier.

My eyes spilled over, tears running down my face. I knew it wouldn't help me.

You sighed. 

"After a wonderfully thoughtful, well planned evening like that I hate to do this, but you know that there are certain things that cannot be ignored."

I hung my head, ashamed. Softly crying. I had disappointed you, and it was almost too much to bear.

"Please, lover, punish me? I couldn't control myself, and you're right, I should have been able to. I deserve the consequences."

You pulled me into your arms, kissing the top of my head. For a second I relaxed, thinking that perhaps you were going to forgive me.

"Lover, first of all, thank you for planning this wonderful evening. But whether I punish you or not is my choice, not yours. I want you to stand in the middle of the room and remove your dress."

I trembled now, realizing that I'd failed you again by speaking out of turn. I slowly walked into the middle of the room and turned to face you. You heard my zipper slowly lower. I pushed the dress of my shoulders and let it fall into a puddle at my feet. There I stood in my lingerie, waiting anxiously for you to inspect me, still shaking, crying. I was sure you could see my whole body blushing now.

Instead of walking up to me, you asked me to kick the dress away to one side. I complied, trying not to completely break down in tears. Your next words made me blush even more.

"Present yourself to me."

I gathered myself. I had failed you, but now I needed to accept my punishment and please you. So I parted my legs and leaned forward, pushing my breasts together. I could see you looking at me. It was a look I knew well, both tender and demanding at the same time. The tears suddenly stopped and the warmth returned. I was determined to please you, to accept whatever punishment you had in store for me.

You walked up to me, running your fingers along my shoulders and down my back, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. They lingered around the hooks of my bra, and suddenly I felt it loosen. Your hands pulled mine away from my breasts, letting the bra fall to the floor.

"Stand up straight, lover, and put your hands behind your head." 

Your voice was calm, yet very firm. I did as you asked, my breasts thrust out, arms raised, bent at the elbows, palms behind my head. You circled me again, slapping the plug as you passed behind. You stopped in front of me with a wicked grin on your face, and slid two fingers right into my cunt.

"So tell me lover, did you put two fingers inside your cunt earlier today to help yourself cum?"

I whimpered, "No, I didn't touch myself," my eyes still lowered.

You pushed my head up again. You liked making sure I was looking at you. 

"I know you had an orgasm, even though I told you not to. So how did you get one?"

I tried looking away, but you held me there. I whispered so softly that you had to strain to hear my words.

"It was the shower."

It almost seemed that you liked that, and you smiled, but your next words reminded me that I was still going to be punished.

"Lover, maybe I have some other use for your tray."

You walked to the nightstand, lingering over the tray for a second, and then picked the whole thing up and walked back. Soon, you had thrust a cucumber into my cunt. It was cold, making me shiver. What I didn't realize, was that you had picked up something else. You took the whipped cream, put it on my nipples and licked the cream off - your lips somewhat rough on my nipples, but that was only the beginning. You pulled out the nipple clamps from our chest of toys and slowly, very slowly, clamped both nipples. You then took the chain between the clamps and made me hold it between my teeth. I felt my cunt getting sopping wet again. 




The Punishment



I had fallen asleep that night, exhausted from crying most of the evening before. You had told me to go to bed, so I had, although not before doing some things I'm sure you wouldn't approve of, given my state of mind. During the middle of the night, I had woken up and remembered my conversation with you. I vaguely remembered behaving badly, so I scrolled through our text conversation. It was bad — worse than I remember. My mind raced. How was I going to recover from this? I could explain that there was more going on that what you realised. That I had found out yet another dom had lied to me, but that was really just another excuse. I know better than to ever argue with you, deliberately disobey you, or tell you many of the things I had told you. I fell back asleep, tossing and turning, worrying about what to do.

I woke up the next morning and slowly moved down the hallway, having decided to go into the office despite it being my day off. "Where are you going?"

I jumped and stared at you. You were sitting on my couch, quite comfortable. You had helped yourself to one of the books on my bookshelf. From the looks of it, you'd either read the book before and had started at your favourite spot, or you'd been in my house for quite awhile.

"Sir?"

"A few things, Submissive. You wear too many clothes to bed. You're standing in my presence. And I'm too old to baby-sit."

I took my clothes, fell to my hands and knees, casting my eyes to your feet. I considered pointing out that I hadn't asked you to come over, but then I remembered some of the things I said last night. It was a fair point, and I deserved your words.

"Come over here."

I crawled over to you, wondering what would happen next. I was surprised when you started gently stroking my hair. "I'm sorry, Submissive, that you're going through a hard time. But here's the thing. No matter what happens in your life, you still have to remember your place. You forgot that last night, and it's my job to remind you."

As you spoke, your fingers slowly stopped stroking my hair and began to find a handful of hair painfully twist until I was looking into your eyes. "Do you understand me, you stupid, pathetic, shovelhead bitchcunt?"

When I didn't answer immediately, you twisted harder, making me gasp. Tears shone in my eyes when I whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"Louder."

"Yes, Sir," I replied more firmly. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Not yet. But you will be."

I had no doubt, especially as I heard the all-too-familiar sounds of a belt being taken off and folded in half. "You were quite bad last night. And bad girls need to be punished. Do you disagree?"

"No, Sir."

"Then get across my knees."

I put myself across your lap and awaited the inevitable, wondering how bad it would be. Every time the belt hit my naked ass, I managed a "Thank You, Sir," then silently prayed that it would be the last one. When they finally stopped, you presented the belt, and I kissed it.

"Thank You, Sir. I'm sorry for being so bad. It won't 

happen again."

"We'll see. For now, though, I'll accept your apology. Now, 

get on the floor where you belong."

I took my position in front of you, kneeling again.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

I complied and felt your warm piss cover my face. I felt you aiming most of it into my mouth, and I let it fall into my mouth and then wash back out, falling down the rest of my naked body. When you were done pissing on me, you spit on my face a few times.

"Clean my cock off."

I knelt between your legs, putting my hands on either side of your legs.

"No hands, slut."

I put my hands behind my back, holding one wrist with the other hand. I took your cock in my mouth and began to suck it, tasting the last remnants of your warm piss. You grabbed my hair again and began controlling my head, face fucking me, controlling the rhythm. Soon your cock was so far back in my mouth, I was gagging.

You laughed, "Pathetic, slant-eyed whore. I love it when you gag on my cock. Keep going."

I moaned as I struggled to breathe, loving the delicious mix of emotions I felt. Few things made me feel more content than serving you. Few things were scarier than when I felt out of control. But I loved serving you because I loved giving up that control.

Every time I gagged and filled my mouth, you pulled your cock out, and laughed as I instinctually spit things out, and my naked body got messier and nastier as it was covered now with my bodily fluids, rather than yours.

My mind took in the combination of words you reigned down on me, the way you laughed at me, the way you used me as nothing but a vessel to fuck your cock, the way you forced me to soil my own body over and over... and I sank so deeply into subspace.

You shoved my face deep and hard against you and I felt you cum inside my mouth. You pulled my face away and ordered me to spit that out, too. I did, but all I could think about was wanting your cock back inside my mouth, wanting to please you more. And again.

You stood up and walked around me, cleaning yourself off in my hair and on my back, which hadn't yet been marred.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Submissive?"

"Did I please You?"

"Yes."

"And I served You well?"

"Yes."

You made me stay kneeling on the floor with the various combinations of fluids drying on my body while you cleaned up. After you were clean, you laid a sheet on my couch and helped me onto it. I laid down on it while we talked for a few minutes. You came over and sat on the couch, putting my head on your lap. I turned to my side, and you stroked my hair. Every once in awhile, you hand strayed to my shoulder or my hip, lightly stroking it as you brought me back down, grounding me, talking to me all the while.



The Punishment



The Punishment

A Short Story of Love

By DocSavage656 ©

Copyright 2014

Thanks for giving this story a chance. I love reading good, romantic stories involving two women and thought I'd try one myself. I wholeheartedly agree that most lesbian stories written by men do not do women of any orientation proper justice. I have tried to avoid that, and honestly hope this piece is respectful to all.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with persons living or dead are strictly coincidental.

My eyes flutter open to patterns of reflected light dancing on the ceiling as the late afternoon sun bounces off the cool water of the swimming pool. My mind drifts lazily as the multi colored light show plays out above me and a television commercial drones on in the background. I stretch and wonder just how long I've been asleep.

The beep of someone setting a car alarm snaps me back to reality. That sounded close..., wait a minute, it was close. I squint my bleary eyes and try to make out the hands on the mantle clock..., 5:20, SHIT!

Dammit! I must have dozed all afternoon! I spring from the couch, pulling off the robe that covers my bare body, and sprint through the house towards the guestroom. SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! The TV! Running back to hit the off button on the remote, I hear keys unlock the deadbolt.

She enters the kitchen from the garage just as I make it to the guestroom and silently close the door. I toss the robe under the bed and lock the chrome handcuff back on my wrist. Straining to reach the glass of water she left just barely within my reach, I take a sip in an attempt to calm myself and catch my breath.

I'm too old for this bullshit.

One last quick check of the room, SHIT! The handcuff key is right there, in plain view on the floor. Oh my god! I can't reach it! Extending my leg as far as it will go, I just manage to brush it to me with my toe and toss it under the dresser. Fuck it, I'll get it later.

I assume the position she likes to see me in; on my knees, head bowed to the floor, my right hand manacled to the steel bed frame.

Calming myself, I breathe deeply and try to relax. She can't know I was loose today. I don't know if my poor 58 year old body can take another night like last night, right now. Everything is still a little sore from the punishment she gave me.

It was my own fault. I know it. I was a bad girl and touched myself when she had clearly told me not to. I had to be punished, and I was. The thought almost makes me giggle.

Listen to me, will you. A bad girl. Huh! At my age. A retired school teacher, being treated like some sex slave slut by her captor. Running my fat ass through the house, our house, afraid of being caught. It makes me feel... naughty; like I used to feel when I was younger and sneaked peeks at the pretty girls in my daddy's dirty magazines.

It really is my own fault. It was my idea; this whole thing. I made the appointment. I saw the story on the internet about how sex therapists can save relationships by helping couples explore the more kinky side of their sex lives. But I had no idea it would be this fun. Okay, I said it. Yes, fun. I like it, and I like how much she likes it. There!

After 36 years together (that's like 250 dog years, and 400 in lesbian relationship years) this whole mistress/pet thing has brought us so much closer together in a lot of new and fun ways. We plan play-time together, and surprise each other with nasty little scenarios that we never would have done before. Like today when she "Put me on the floor," as she likes to call it, this afternoon at lunch; it was... well, it was HOT!!!

She plops her briefcase down hard on the kitchen table just to make sure I know she's home. The bitch is bating me; wanting me to cry out and beg for her to set me free. But I am NOT going to give her the satisfaction.

The carpet nearly hides the sound of her high heels as she comes down the hallway. I hear a doorknob turn and a door quietly push open. A little twinge of fear shoots through me. With my nose pressed to the floor, it takes a second to realize that she's gone into our bedroom and not coming in here; not yet, anyway, so I relax a little.

Bang! I jump as she slams the lid down on the clothes hamper in our closet. Is she changing her clothes? That bitch: How long does she plan on making me wait here? I'm getting a cramp!

A few long moments pass. It's quiet, too quiet. She's listening at the door, I know it.

The guest room door finally squeaks open and I shiver; scared or thrilled, I'm not sure. Maybe both.

Head down on the carpet, I try not to make any movements, but the handcuff is really starting to hurt. Through my peripheral vision I see her bare feet as she walks in and stops in front of me. I can feel her staring at me, and deep down I know what she's thinking: She's amazed at what I'll do for us... for our relationship. So am I.

She turns and moves toward the other side of the room and I catch a quick glimpse of a power cord she's dragging behind her. The pressed sheets make a crisp sound as she throws them to the foot of the bed, and I feel the bed shift as she gets on and slides over. I know she scooted over to this side, lying right above me, watching.

A few more quiet moments, then the click of a switch and a low buzz. I know that sound well. Our wand massager. That bitch is going to masturbate herself and make me listen. FUCK! That's not fair, dammit! She's going too far, now.

The buzzing changes pitch, back and forth; the familiar sound of her rubbing the wand's bulbous head slowly over her pussy in a circular motion. The bed moves, slightly. She's spreading her legs wider, opening herself completely to the vibrations of the machine.

Her breathing becomes deeper, raspier, with each passing minute. She's going to make herself cum, that bitch! The switch makes another click, and the buzzing gets louder. She moans and sucks in air. Now, I can smell her; her sex. Her arousal fills the air. I'm getting so wet. Oh fuck, this isn't fair!

I can tell she's pressing it directly to her clit, now. My minds eye sees the engorged nub being swirled and tortured by the toy. She's exhaling in short bursts as she pleasures herself. My own wetness is creeping down my legs as I press them tightly together.

Her heavy breathing turns to grunts as she rubs the wand against her clit. She must have really gotten herself all worked up on the ride home; thinking of me, here, like this, waiting for her.

"Ohh. Oooohhhhh," she yells out.

She's close, now, I know it. I've brought her to this point so many times over the years, and it's pure torture that it's not my lips, my tongue, my fingers about to drive her over the edge into her orgasm. I need to touch myself badly. But I won't. Not after last night.

"Aahhh..., aahh..., arrrrggghhh!!!" Her grunts tell it all. She's cumming; hard. Although I don't dare look, I can only imagine the sight. On her back, her twitching legs are spread wide and her heals are lifted off the bed; toes curled toward the ceiling, one hand pulling on a nipple as the other holds the massager, now jammed into her pussy as it spasms uncontrollably through her orgasm.

"Ohh, ohh. Oooohhhh, gawd," she finally grunts as her release peaks, every muscle in her body clenched tightly as she gets herself off.

The bed jerks a few times, then nothing; only the sound of her breathing, and the vibe buzzing away on the bed.

So, I wait.

"Whew!" She breaths out, finally regaining some composure, but it's another minute or so before she musters the strength to turn the buzzing off.

Hello!!! I'm on the floor here...

"Pet," she hoarsely whispers.

"Yes Mistress."

"Where is it?" Her voice now stern.

I know just what she's asking, but it's more fun to just play dumb. "Where is what..., Mistress?"

"Where is the key you used to release yourself from the handcuffs? I caught a glimpse of your white ass as I came into the house, and the TV was still warm. I can only assume that you freed yourself and spent the afternoon on the couch."

Busted!

"Under the dresser, Mistress. I tossed it under there when you came home," I answer, in my best 'scared little slave girl' voice, my head still firmly pressed to the carpet.

"I see," she calmly answers. "Get it."

"I can't, it's too far away... Mistress."

"Then you have a serious problem, don't you, Pet?"

"I guess so," I reply, knowing that my lack of formality will really get her goat.

"Oh! You guess so, huh?" her voice cracks a little with excitement at my willingness to continue to play along on another one of her adventures. "Is that how you speak to me, Pet?"

"No Mistress, I'm sorry."

Another key lands on the carpet in front of me.

"Unlock yourself, Pet."

I do as ordered. The damn handcuff was on pretty tight, leaving my wrist red and sore. My back and knees are killing me, but I'll use all that to my advantage the next time we play like this.

"Stand, Pet!" She's really getting off on this bossy shit.

I slowly get to my feet to face her, my joints popping as I straighten out the best I can.

She's amazing. Prone, on the white bed sheets, just as I imagined. Her alabaster skin, with its decorations of age, bruises and stretch marks; still beautiful to me after all these years. Her legs are open wide, and kitty is puffy; red and damp from the wand's abuse.

Her dark bush, neatly trimmed by me, sports a few gray hairs. Her breasts are no longer firm, and now just lay there flat on her chest, but both nipples seem to stiffen under my gaze. Remains of the work day's makeup still on her lovely face; dark eyes and ruby lips, framed by hair no longer the jet black it once was, its color diluted by time.

But, she still takes my breath away.

The aches and pains of my age are evident to her. I see concern in her face, but I'm a trooper, and my look of submission tells her I want to play on.

She turns to sit up, then holds out her hand so I can help her off the bed.

"Pet, go to our bedroom and get the new toy from our drawer," she commands. "And bring it to me, immediately."

"Yes, Mistress."

Keeping my head bowed, I shuffle out and across the hallway and quickly return with the black silicone paddle we just got in the mail yesterday. I try to hand it to her, but she looks away.

"Is that how you are supposed to offer me something, Pet?"

"No, Mistress," I reply, as I lower myself back down to my tender knees and put the cock-shaped handle between my teeth.

"Very good, Pet. Now, hands and knees on the bed, ass facing me," she orders, as she takes the paddle from my mouth. With my head down, I'm acting the perfect submissive, but really I'm smiling inside. She gets so much from this; no, WE get so much from this.

Her hand under my arm, supporting me as she always has, I crawl up onto the bed and promptly put my knee in the wet spot she had made a few minutes before. Oh well, it'll wash.

On my hands and knees with my feet hooked over the edge of the bed, I'm getting mentally ready for whatever punishment she has in mind, when I hear her gasp.

"Oh baby, oh my god, are you okay?" She asks, breaking character, the concern in her voice scaring me a little. "Your butt is still so red from last night. Did I hurt you? We can stop if you're still sore, baby. I didn't mean to...,"

I look back as tears begin to fill her eyes and I give her a smile, trying to calm her concerns.

God, I am so in love with this woman.

"No, Mistress, I'm fine. Please, go on. I need this."

The words just fell out of my mouth. Do I really need this? Yes, I think I do; well, I want it. I want all the attention she gives me now.

But, do I need it...?

Yes, I crave it.

She gently caresses the red handprints she left me from last night's play. I feel her passion start to well up again as she stiffens and looks me right in the eye.

"Alright then!"

*Smack!* The first blow from the paddle came across both ass cheeks and stung like hell.

"Down, Pet!" She commands, so I lower my chest to the bed, back bowed down and arms spread out wide. My ass and pussy are high and open to her.

*Thwap thwap thwap* She peppers my ass with quick, light hits from the flexible paddle, but takes care to avoid the already- sore areas.

"You, my little pet, were BAD!" *SNAP,* the paddle lands hard on one ass cheek. *SNAP,* now the other.

"You will do as you are told Pet," *SNAP,* her voice now filled with excitement as the paddle painfully strikes my tender ass.

"Yes, Mistress, from now on I will," my voice low and lusty.

Each whack of the paddle sends adrenalin surging through my body, thrilling me, reminding me I'm alive. The pain is sharp, but dissipates quickly as her hand gently caresses my rosy ass cheek. She loves the feel of the heat coming off my glowing red skin. Goose bumps rise on my arms. My pussy is leaking down my legs. I'm just a mess.

"Oh please, Mistress, for god's sake..., please," I beg, my pussy aching for her attention.

She likes it when I beg.

Another quick volley of light spanks, and I feel her drop the heavy rubber paddle on the bed between my legs. With both hands, she massages and pulls at the fiery skin. It stings like hell, but she always makes it worth-while.

"Very good, Pet," she whispers. "You take your punishments well."

Her hot breath blows across the tender skin of my ass cheeks as she continues the massage. She spreads me open and I can almost feel her eyes as she examines my most intimate areas, and I almost cum right then.

"Yummy," she whispers.

Something slides up my inner thigh through my wetness, and to my opening. There's some pressure as the handle of the paddle enters me. She slides it in me at a steady pace, all the way to the hilt, and I think my eyes are going to bug out!

"Ooohh gawd Mistress! Yes.., yes," I cry out as she gives the cock a twist then slowly withdraws it nearly out, only to shove it back in and twist it again; the familiar warm sensation of an orgasm, starting to quiver in the pit of my stomach.

"Don't you cum yet, Pet," she yells out. "Not until I tell you to!"

After several more hard thrusts, she pulls the handle completely out of my sopping pussy, leaving it gaping and deprived. With both hands now back on my ass cheeks, she spreads me wide, and I feel her tongue licking at my hyper-sensitive clit.

"Not yet, Pet. Don't cum ye...," her words are drowned out as she laps at my pussy, taking in all of me she can. With her tongue now buried deep in me, I start to tremble. I can't hold back the flood of my orgasm much longer.

A firm hand on my hip pushes me off balance, and I roll over onto my back. My Mistress climbs on top, her eyes wide, pulsing with lust and passion; passion for me.

My god, I love her so much.

She kisses me deeply, almost taking my breath away. Her tongue swirls in my mouth, but only for an instant. Then she heads south, down my body. Sliding one leg under me, and the other over, she mashes her kitty into mine; its silky wetness hot and slick.

My hips rise and fall as she grinds into me, her swollen clit rubbing hard against mine. There's no stopping my climax this time as she bucks her hips back and forth, over and over. She fucks me hard, right to the edge of the cliff..., and I take her with me.

"Oh, gawd! Oh, fuuuuck..., yes, yes cum baby, cum with me...," she cries out as our simultaneous climaxes overtake us.

It feels as if every muscle in my body has gone into spasms. My eyes close tight, I couldn't open them if I tried, and my head is spinning. I'm losing it. I cumming so hard. Shuddering, gasping, I reach for her to try and pull her in even closer, but I can't grab hold. I can't find her! I think I'm passing out!

Nooo...!

***

It was my fault. It was my idea.

My eyes flutter open to patterns of reflected light dancing on the ceiling as the late afternoon sun bounces off the cool water of the swimming pool. My mind drifts lazily as the multi colored light show plays out above me, and a television commercial drones on in the background. I stretch, and wonder just how long I've been asleep.

I feel the slick wetness of my cum between my legs. I reach down, scoop up a little of the nectar with my finger, and bring it to my lips, savoring the taste of my sex. When I close my eyes, I can taste her, also. Her juices, forever mingled with mine, flowing together.

She's been gone three years, now. We never made it to that first appointment with the therapist. Wrong place, wrong time. An accident with a drunk driver took her, and left me with only scars..., and the rest of my life to miss her.

The beep of someone setting a car alarm jars me from my thoughts. That sounded close, but it wasn't, really.

It was my fault. It was my idea.

The author would like to thank his best friend and love of his life, K; for her many years of patience, love, encouragement and unwavering support. Yours is a love that knows no bounds. I am always in awe of you.

Also, thanks to Yoni Noni for your fantastic editing. 

Your feedback and constructive criticism is always important to me. Please feel free to email me through this site.

I'm not a professional writer, so there's bound to be a mistake here and there. But I'm learning.



The Punishment



A sharp pain on my thigh brought me out of my daze. A muffled whimper escaped as I struggled against the ropes that held me in place against rough bark- scraping my back a bit in the process. The cold wind whipped my naked body; goosebumps appearing on my arms and legs. 

"Now, Alice... you know I only take the time to punish my dearest slave because I care, correct? You told me you wanted to be the best- and you had picked me to help with that. Nod if you understand."

His warm voice sent shivers down my spine... even when He was disappointed in me... He was always so gentle behind His harsh exterior. I nodded. 

"Now I'm going to remove the gag. And I want you to explain to me what I'm punishing you for, but you may not swallow; alright slut?"

I moaned as He removed my gag, wishing I could swallow, my cheeks turning red as I closed my lips- getting ready for what was about to happen.

"I am b-being punished for cumming without perm-mission Sir." Drool dripped down my chin onto my breast as I spoke, making me want to look away, but knowing if I did He would just add to my punishment. 

"Good slut." 

He picked up the thick twig he had me pick out for myself hours earlier... on my hands and knees, and if I brought back one that was not to His liking He'd smack me and tell me to try again. 

"One!" I could already feel tears start to swell as Master started to hit my pussy with the make shift swatch. 

"Two!" I started to think on my actions... the fact that I'd cum without permission upsetting me more than the pain.

"Three! Four! Five! Six!" How could I have lost control like that? I took something that belonged to Him.

"Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!" I could feel the heat on my thighs and pussy... and my pussy dripping despite the pain I was in. 

20 more painful spanks later- my pussy was burning and my thighs were bleeding from small scratches. My arms were tired- being tied above me for so long... what felt like hours.

"I'm so sorry Sir... it will never happen again" I choked out, frantically trying to gain my composure. 

"I know my sweet sub." He kissed me, rubbing and touching the spots he'd abused moments earlier while working on the knot holding me in place. Once he got me loose- he broke the kiss and pulled on the rope around my arms- forcing me to walk on weak legs towards the creek- parading me naked through the woods. 

"Kneel." I obeyed, shivering as I knelt in the quickly moving current; face to face with His cock. He then attached the rope around my wrists to a tree that had bent over the creek, and pulled tight- raising my arms above my head again. His next move was to secure my neck to the same tree- so if I so much as dared to move- it would choke me. This put my head in the perfect position for what was to happen next. I looked up at Master with slight fear in my eyes, only masked by the curiosity and anticipation that had been welling inside me, causing HIS pussy to become even more soaked despite the freezing water. He grabbed me by the hair, forcing my lips down on His cock. I gagged and then relaxed- allowing Him to use my mouth as much as He liked. Every deepthroat sent me even further into a daze, the lack of air starting to show on my face. He let me go and came all over my breast, the hot white cum dripping down into the water. I gasped for breath- my heart pounding in my chest as if it were trying to escape. He then pulled the swatch back out and started to use it on my tits. Hitting lightly once and then slamming it down so hard I thought the twig would break. I counted another 24 swatches with the twig before he stopped and allowed me to rest. 

My resting period didn't last long before he treaded back into the water and started using the rope to choke me out. I'd start to see stars and then he'd let me breath. Again and again. My chest burnt with the desire to serve and the want to give everything up for Him. Even if it meant my breath. I didn't struggle. I kept still and kept eye contact as long as I possibly could. I had to show Him I'd take anything for Him. Suddenly Master pulled me out of the water by my hair, which made me yelp and tears came to my eyes. He had already untied the ropes, and was now dragging me by the hair onto shore. I whimpered but knew to stay silent unless I really felt the need. He then tied me in the gravel between two trees- my legs spread and my arms attached to my legs, He also replaced the gag. 

"I'm going to leave you here for a bit." He kissed me on the forehead before placing the blindfold on me. I couldn't breathe. What if someone came by hiking? This wasn't really an abandoned wood... I struggled a bit against my bonds but didn't protest. The thought of a hiker coming by, seeing me, and fucking me without me even ever seeing who it was excited me a little. I heard the gravel move under His feet as He walked away from me. Leaving me there, naked, exposed and in public. I whimpered a bit, thinking and making myself hornier and hornier. 

After what felt like hours I heard footsteps return to me. My heart rate went up. The person didn't say anything to me. It just stood there. I could hear it's breath as it knelt down, its breath then moving along my neck. I struggled, whimpering. Was this some random hiker? Or was it Master trying to trick me? 

Rough hands started grabbing at my breast and thighs, slapping, pinching my nipples so hard I almost screamed. My pussy was already soaked as I shivered from the mans touch. 

I struggled, trying to get away, not sure who it was. I then felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, holding me still. Masters. I'd know His hands anywhere. I calmed, now staying still.



The Punishment



Tony Soporno glared at his daughter. He had caught her making out in the den with her new boyfriend. One of the most feared men in the city had been very specific to his daughter about what was acceptable in his house and what was not. She had disobeyed him. This required punishment, and the basement was the right place for it.

"What did I say? Huh? Did I not tell you specifically that if I ever caught you having sex with a boy I would make you do to me what you were doing to him?"

"Yes, daddy," was his daughter's glum reply. Summer twirled her blond hair nervously, rolled her eyes and popped her gum.

"But, Mr. Soporno..." the twerp that was trying to fuck his daughter tried to interject.

"You, shut the fuck up!" Tony slapped his face. "When I want to hear from you, I'll beat it out of you."

Tony paced in front of the two of them. The basement had been insulated for sound so no one could hear what happened there. It was Tony's special place.

"Well, I have to go through with it, or else you'll never respect me. On your knees."

"What?" said Summer.

"Do it. Both of you."

"But, Mr. Soporno..." Whack. This time it was with the back of his hand.

"You thought you were going get off lightly?" Tony looked at the punk's face. To himself he admitted there was a rugged, 'bad boy' look that he knew attracted his daughter. "Well, you're not. I'm going to start with you first. Take your clothes off." The kid hesitated, Tony's hand went up, the punk complied. Tony noticed the punk's hands tremble as he undid his shirt, pulled off his jeans, then finally, slowly, his underwear.

"What were you doing to my daughter, when I caught you?"

Pause.

"Answer me."

"She was giving me a blow job."

"You mean, you were making her suck your dick! That's right, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," was the barely whispered reply.

"Well, now, you're going to suck mine." With that, Tony unzipped his fly, pulled out his disconcertingly chubby cock, pushed into the terrified kid's face, and forced him to suck it. "Yeah, that's it. See how you like it."

Summer gasped in amazement as she watched the guy she'd picked up only a day ago, gagging on her father's cock.

Tony held the punk's head firmly into his crotch. "How old are you?" he asked, releasing the pressure enough for a choked reply.

"Twenty six."

"She's nineteen, you fuck. Seven years younger than you." Tony thrust hard with his hips, held him there long enough to make his point, then released him.

"If I ever catch you near my daughter again, I will really fuck you up. From now on, you work for me. Come to the club at 10 tomorrow night ready to do whatever I tell you. Now get the fuck out of here." Summer's most recent, and now ex-boyfriend clutched his clothes as he scrambled out of Tony Soporno's basement.

"Now, it's your turn," Tony looked at his daughter, beautiful and defiant, a woman and child-like all at once. He needed to punish her.

"You're not serious."

"Oh, yes, I am. What were you wearing when I caught you?"

"I was naked."

"So, take your clothes off. It has to be exactly the way it was when I caught you."

Summer unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Tony took off his shirt. Summer released her full, soft breasts from the confines of her bra, shimmied her jeans off her hips and knelt before her father, protected only by her pink thong.

"All of it," Tony said. She obeyed.

Summer was naked, and so was Tony. He stood close to her, his cock full and hard. "Now, do to me what you were doing to him."

Summer hesitated, staring up at him. She was silent and calm, a smile slowly growing on her face. Tony waited, his cock thick and hard in front of the face of his beautiful, naked daughter. She reached out and leaned forward, and there it was, the first touch of his daughter's hands on his cock. Her mouth opened and her eyes close as she gently, but surely took him in.

Sensations of softness, warmth and wetness exploded in primal shocks emanating from his crotch. His daughter was sucking his cock.

How had it come to this? She disobeyed him. He needed to punish her.

His right hand cupped the back of daughter's head, while his left cupped her breast. His hips thrust towards her mouth, slowly, at first, but with ever increasing power. He pushed harder and harder. 

"Oh, Summer," he thought, and something changed. He no longer wanted to punish her, but to love her. And he did. Their rhythm was instinctive and natural. The sensation of her sweet, soft mouth wrapped around the head of his cock sent shivers throughout his body, taking him higher and higher into ecstasy. His mind swirled with thoughts of affection and lust. Were they his moans or hers that filled his head? Or both?

Faster he thrust, and faster. Harder and harder. Her other hand had now grabbed his ass and was pulling him toward her. She took him deeper and deeper. He could hold back no longer.

He released into her mouth with a growl that turned into a roar. Pulse after pulse. Groan after groan.

Summer held on and took all that he father could give.

At last, he was done.

In the end, she gently suckled his cock and lapped up the last of his cum. When she felt him soften, she stood and brought her lips to his. She kissed him, and Tony tasted his own cum from his daughter's mouth.

Then Summer gathered her clothes, walked up the stairs, smiled and said, "I'm sorry, daddy. I'll never do it again."