5 comments/ 97117 views/ 31 favorites Bad Girl By: Onyxwolf Yet another waltz began to play in the grand ballroom of the military academy that was my personal hell. Cadets and their partners moved onto the dance floor to resume the mocking imitation of a good time. An endless see of military uniforms and pastel dresses, each as bland and unimpressive as the next. I stepped back behind a potted plant and tried to sink into the wall and disappear. I did not want to waste my time dancing with yet another acne-covered teenager with two left feet who saw me as an advantageous liaison. I truly hated attending the military school's balls and soirées but my father was the head master; a General who expected his only daughter to suck it up and stand as a good example so he could be proud of me. I had played the part of the dutiful daughter for too long and I had had enough. I hated being the poster child for my father's picturesque life and ideal career. I hated it enough to toss convention to the wind and throw my rebellion in his face choosing to attend the ball in the most inappropriate dress I could find while shopping days before. All around me other girls wore their soft pastel colored dressed that covered every inch of flesh from head to toe, complete with high necked collars and elbow length gloves. Among this sea of female paragons I stood out like a tropical parrot in a cage filled with white doves. The red silk dress was a strapless number and by some miracle just barely managed to cling to my well-developed breasts. The skirt came together in the front in a long ruffled part that was gathered to about crotch level allowing a generous glimpse of my long toned legs and a good peak of the thong panties I wore if I stood just so. The bodice of the gown was fitted like a second skin, hugging every curve of my torso and leaving nothing to the imagination; it had a low scooped back that showed off the line of my spine almost down to the top of my ass. I had chosen to wear my long hair loose, in a wild spill of wavy curls about my shoulders. I wore no gloves and I had purchased a strappy pair of three inch heeled sandals that made my calves look entirely sexy and muscular. I smiled; the General could kiss my ass tonight. I was done with being a good girl; now all I needed was a bad boy. Unfortunately the boys attending the ball didn't really fit the bill, I'd be lucky if one of them would ever dream of even trying to kiss my cheek. Too many boys with plans and a General's daughter could be the ticket to an illustrious career if one played the cards just right. I muttered something vile and sighed; I was tired of respectfully turning away fifteen-year-old boys who thought that a girl who was three years older than them would be interested in their curriculum and plans for their brilliant careers. I stretched and rubbed the heal of my hand into the small of my back trying to relieve a muscle ache while trying to decide if I should give up on the ball. The sound of a man softly clearing his throat caught my attention and I muttered an oath as I turned to see who I needed to tell to get lost this time. As I opened my mouth to issue a sharp cutting refusal my eyes fell on the man beside me and words flew out of my mind. The man standing beside me was older than any of the cadets; he looked to be in his early twenties. He had an athletic build with sleekly defined muscle in all the right places and not an ounce of fat on him. His Marines uniform was perfect, without a single thread out of a place or a single button out of line. He had dark brown hair that was almost black, crystal blue eyes, a handsomely chiseled face, and an erotically tempting mouth. "Would you care to dance?" He inquired with a smile and offered me his hand. "I'd be delighted." I smiled as I took his hand and fell into step with him. I'm not by any means a short woman but I felt quite dwarfed by the handsome Marine as we moved onto the dance floor. The chords of another slow waltz began to play and he placed a hand on my waist as we fell into step. The chaperones of the dance were keeping their eyes open for any couple who did not have a good foot of open air between their bodies, quickly cutting to an end any fraternizing that occurred. I could feel the warmth of his hand through his glove and the fabric of my dress and I wondered what those hands would feel like on my naked skin. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought. "Are you cold?" He inquired. "Not at all." I licked my lips. "Just a stray thought." He made a sound in his throat to acknowledge the statement and continued to guide me around the dance floor with effortless grace. As we moved I shifted to brush against him here and there, moving in close before regaining the distance between us again. He made no mention of the body contact but I could see the slightest tick in his cheek each time I brushed against him. I let my hand wander down from its assigned position on his shoulder to caress the muscle of his chest lowering my eyes in a demure manner that also allowed me to better examine his crotch. I smiled up at him from under my lashes and ran the tip of my tongue out over my lips to see if I could entice a stronger response than a muscle tick from him and possible cause a bit of trouble. His arm curled tightly around my waist as he lowered his mouth to brush across my ear as he turned on the dance floor. He whispered against my ear, "Keep it up little girl and you will end up getting yourself dragged off and fucked." His breath was hot and sinfully erotic against my skin. I brushed up against his crotch and responded through a suddenly dry throat, "Perhaps that is exactly what I want." As the waltz ended he grasped my elbow and escorted me from the dance floor but did not release me. His hand slid to the small of my back and he guided me toward the doors leading out into the hallway of the school with the firm pressure on my spine. AS we stepped through the doors he paused to speak quietly with another Marine. The other Marine laughed and guestured down the hallway before vanishing into the ballroom with a broad grin on his face. I watched the door swing closed shutting off the sounds and smells of the ballroom and leaving me alone in the semi darkness of the hall with my dance partner. He placed his hand on my back again, his fingers sliding down the bare skin and dipping under the fabric to caress the skin at the top of the crack of my ass. He moved me down the hall passing several doors before he stopped in front of a door with no window sitting back in a small alcove about half way down the hall. Opening the door he lightly shoved me inside following me in and shutting the door behind himself. I heard the click of the light bulb coming on as he pulled the string dangling from the ceiling. I backed away from him until I felt my back bump up against some wooden shelves that were built into the wall of the closet we were standing in. His body seemed to take up all of the space in the small space and the light from the single bulb overhead made him seem almost ominous in the closed space, I swallowed and stared at him as he moved toward me. He pressed me back until my ass was perched on the edge of one of the shelves behind me and his chest was crushed against mine. As he leaned into me I could feel the medals on his uniform pressing into my skin as well as the swelling of my breasts and hardening of my nipples. His hand ran up along the curve of my legs and rested on my thighs; I clenched my knees together reflexively and swallowed loudly. "Spread your legs." He lightly bit my neck to punctuate each word. My knees fell apart and my thighs spread open to him allowing him to step in between my legs and press up against crotch. I gasped as he pulled down the bodice of my gown, lowering it from my breasts as he rubbed on gloved hand over my nipples causing them to harden further. He pulled the gown down until my torso was exposed to my belly button before he slipped his hands into the ruffled part of my gown, pushing it up and spreading it open until every inch of my long legs as well as my panties were exposed. His lips made a damp path down my neck to my breasts where he sucked my nipple into his mouth flicking it with his tongue. My fingernails dug into the fabric of his uniform as I arched my back and pressed my crotch against his and leaned back giving him full access to my breasts. He grabbed my hips and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my tiny lace panties; snapping them off with a quick twist letting them fall off to expose the soft, shaved skin of my tight cunt to the air and his gaze. He slid two fingers between the lips of my sex, parting them to slide his thumb across my clit, applying gentle pressure until I moaned passionately into his ear. He rolled my clit between his forefinger and thumb until I gasped and my hips bucked against him grinding my crotch into the hard swell of his restrained cock. Dragging my nails up his spine I ran my fingers through his hair leaning back against the shelving to rock my hips up and down the hard length of his shaft through his pants. His mouth covered mine and he forced my mouth open pressing his tongue forward to sweep across my own tongue. He plunged two fingers into the hot wet hole between my thighs and curled them inside me rubbing my clit with his thumb as he stroked inside my body. My legs clamped on his hips squeezing them as the muscles inside me clenched around his fingers. He nibbled my lower lip and coaxed my tongue into his mouth to taste him in return. The sound of the teeth of a zipper clicking brought me back to reality and I opened my eyes quickly. I stifled a moan in the back of my throat, trying hard to remain silent as I heard someone walking past the closet door. I risked a glance down and saw how engorged he was; how big and hard he had become as his fingers and mouth had teased my body. I wasn't stupid by any means; I knew the mechanics of sex and I had seen animals breed before but I had never taken a man before and he seemed to be far too big to fit with any semblance of comfort let alone pleasure. "It's never going to fit." I whimpered and bit my lower lip as I evaluated the situation. He grinned and licked my neck whispering softly against my ear lobe, "It will fit, trust me." "Are you sure?" I worried my lip with my teeth. "Yes ma'am." His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me toward him and tilted the angle of my pelvis so my body was open to receive him. Slowly, teasingly, he ran the head of his cock down the slit of my pussy circling the entrance to my body; wetting himself in the moisture of my sex. He took his time, toying with me to build my excitement and make me wetter for him. I felt him running his hard cock along my slit rubbing my clit with the head of his cock until it began to throb in time to the tattoo of my heart. It felt like a river was flowing between my thighs and a dozen butterflies in my stomach as I waited on the edge of sanity for him to take me. He watched me as he slid the tip of his cock into the tight muscles of my body just enough to make me ache before he pulled back to watch the frustration play across my face. I waited for him to enter me, waited for him to thrust his cock deep inside my wanton cunt and ease the hungry ache but he didn't; he just stayed there barely inside my body tormenting me to no end. He lowered his head and bit down on my nipple sucking it into his mouth to lave the soreness away with his tongue. I cried out and bucked my hips forward into him, the thrust of my hips causing my pussy to swallow his cock, piercing through the thin barrier inside of me. I released the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and moaned as I bit down on the shoulder of his uniform, squirming where I sat feeling stretched and full and yet still hollow in the pit of my stomach. As I squirmed whatever control he had been using not to ravage me like an animal broke. He made a guttural sound in his throat and slammed his cock deep inside me, grinding against me until I was pinned to the shelf. I squeaked in surprise but quickly wrapped my legs around his hips tilting my pelvis to connect to each of his thrusts as he plunged in and out of my body. I clenched the muscles of my cunt around his cock, increasing the friction as he moved inside of my wet hole. I tangled my fingers in his dark hair begging in whispers against his ear lobe for more. I could feel the muscles in my abdomen clenching as he moved inside of me, the similar clenching of the muscles inside my pussy pulling his cock as he moved inside me, taking him in deeper with each thrust. I ached and each time he pulled back from inside of me I hungered for him to push deep inside me again. "Harder." I moaned locking my ankles behind his ass. He laughed as he thrust back inside me, squeezing my thighs in his hands as he rolled his hips to probe my inner walls and make my body shake and jerk against him. I bit his neck letting out a small half-strangled groan as the muscles inside my body tensed and locked around his cock sucking him in deeper. The muscles of my body milked his cock and pulled it deeper still until he hit the perfect spot inside my tight hole. He only half managed to smother my scream with his mouth as my body jumped with the force of the orgasm that ripped through my body. My whole body shook as the spasms of pleasure ran up my spine and cum rand down over his cock and balls, soaking him and me. As my muscles squeezed him in the waves of my orgasm he thrust deep inside me one last time, his balls tightening and bursting, shooting his cum deep inside my body. He spilled into me until it rand down my thighs and soaked the skirt of my dress beneath me. He collapsed against my body, pinning me to the wall with his weight, his breath coming in hard pants similar to my own. My legs were wrapped tightly around his hips holding him inside even as he began to grow flaccid in his satiated state. I nibbled the skin of his neck lightly tasting the salt of his sweat as I basked in the afterglow of the pleasure I was recovering from. I closed my eyes and held him close wondering if perhaps he'd do it again as soon as he regained his breath. I wondered what his name was. The door behind us suddenly burst open. In the glaring light there stood the General, his face red with anger as he looked at the scene inside the closet. I grinned and gave my father a mock salute, tonight I'd been a bad girl. Bad Girl You attach a chain to my collar and pull me to my feet heading towards the basement steps. For once i do not feel the shiver of anticipation but one of dread. i can't forget the way You looked at me....the coldness in Your eyes. Once we reach the basement You tell me to kneel. You walk to a table and return with handcuffs. i hold my hands up and You fasten them tight. i moan slightly at the pain and You tell me that the tightness of the cuffs is the least of my worries. You insert a ball gag in to my mouth and tell me to bend forward with my ass in the air. i hear You moving behind me but don't know what to expect until i feel one of Your fingers probing around my tight hole. As You insert another i move against them. With Your free hand You slap my ass hard and tell me to stay still. The slap brings tears to my eyes. Then you remove your fingers that have been lubricating me and i feel another pressure against my hole. Bigger this time than Your fingers and i realise that it is a butt plug and from the feel of it one of the largest You have used on me. i want to pull away but know i am in enough trouble so brace myself as You slide it in. Gently at first until the initial resistance of my muscles has passed then You push hard so that the full length is in me. i moan again at the intrusion but realise that it is long but not filling me. My relief disappears as You inflate the plug so that it fills me past the point of comfort.You attach the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling and you go to the wall and turn awheel that winches the chain up. i rise to my feet and You stop as i am balanced on the balls of my feet. Then you turn and leave the basement. As i hang there i am scared but i start to feel a familiar tightness in my stomach and a slight throbbing between my legs. i know that i am wet and that whatever happens will be at Your pleasure and my just punishment for having disobeyed You. You reappear having changed. Now You are wearing a black leather thong and a black leather basque that is pushing Your magnificant breasts up with the tops of Your nipples visible over the top and completing the outfit a pair of thigh high boots with 4 inch spiked heels. Looking at You i just want to kneel at your feet and beg forgivess so You will allow me to touch You but it is too late for that. You manouver what i think is a wooden bech over beside me and attach it securely to bolts on the floor. As i look down i realise it is not a bench but a pole of wood, on legs, about 3inches wide with the sides turned so that from the end it is a diamond with the sharp edge pointing upwards. Along the top are leather straps. You move to me and lifitng my left leg put it over the pole so that it is between my legs. i can still balance on the balls of my feet without coming into contact but with a sinking feeling i know what is coming, and it won't be me. You then lift my right leg and buckle it behind me and do the same with the left. All that is keeping me from the sharp edge is the chains hanging above my head. my arms are starting to feel uncomfortable but i realise i would rather that than what i know is to come. As a final touch You stand in front of me with nipple clamps. You reach up and start to pull and twist my nipples till theya re hard and attach the clamps. Then You attach a string to the chain between them and pull until my breasts are stretched and fasten it off around the end of the pole. i try to lean forward to relieve the tightness but cant. There is a red hot pain in my breasts and i can feel tears squeeze from my closed eyes as i try to breathe slowly agains it Slowly you lower me onto the pole. The sharp edge cuts into my clit and along my pussy lips. i cry out from behind my gag...it is excruciating. Then You raise me so that the pain in my clit eases as the pain of by nipple pulled tight washes over me again. You continue doing this lowering me suddenly so that i crash onto the pole and yanking me up. i want to scream for You to stop but know that if You stop now then it is over. i have to accept my punishement and atone. You lower me once more so t my clit is against the pole and then tie the string tight so that i experience both at the same time. Then You pick up a leather flogger and begin to whip my body. You are sweating with your exertions as you leave Your marks on my skin and through the haze of pain watching You, i know i want to lick You clean of the sweat. Inspite of everything i feel aroused. Finally You stop and breathing hard tell me that You need some refreshent and you leave me there. As i hang there the slight numbness my body had achieved dissipates and my nipples begin to ache and my skin throbs where Your lashes had touched it. After what seems like hours you come back carrying a tall glass of water. You sip it and my mouth is dry as i focus on the sweat around the glass. i realise how thirsty i am. You know this and make me watch as you drink the contents down . Then You raise me off the pole and loosening my breasts, release my legs so i am standing again. My legs tremble but i try to keep my balance to ease the ache in my sholders. You take away the pole and lower me to the floor and unhook my cuffs. I slump exhausted feeling unable to move or even lift my head. You call to me. You tell your slut to get on her knees and crawl to you. I look up and and You are now lying on cushions on the floor and have taken off your thong. You tell me to come and say sorry properly to your Mistress. On shakey knees and hands i crawl to You and kneel between your legs. You remove the gag and tell me to drink if i am thirsty. I lower my head and smell Your musky scent as my tongue reaches out and tastes You. i lick your clit and feel your wetness agains my mouth. You lie back with a sigh. i contimue to lick and move down to Your pussy and move my tongue in and out of You. You begin to moan and raise Your hips as i move further back to your other hole and begin to lick hard. i force my tongue into the entrance. You are writhing and i move my tongue back to your clit. You wrap your legs around my head so i cannot move from my position. As my tongue and mouth work my chin is moving against your pussy. You are so wet that Your juices cover my face and i revel in feeling them smeared on it. i am finding it hard to breathe but i don't care. All i want is to give you pleasure. Your body tenses and you cum hard Your legs tightening around my neck momentarily till i think i am going to pass out then you realease me and i fall to my side gasping for air. Some time passes then i am aware of You moving forward and tell ing me to kneel. i find the strenght to do so noting that despite the pain between my legs i am wet. You reach between my legs and feel it but tell me that i am to be given no release tonight..or for the next few days. You lift my head and look deep into my eyes. i so want to kiss Your luscious mouth. You tell me that i should have known better than to have an orgasm without Your permission, and you find it incredible that i had sought to have one with another. You tell me that if i had wanted that experience You would have provided for me. You attach the chain to my collar and half drag me over to a small foam pallet by the wall where you attach it to a link there. You remove the nipple clamps and i gasp as the blood runs into them. You loosen the cuffs slightly and pumping up the anal plug You walk to the door, and telling me to have sweet dreams turn of the light and leave me...to ponder what the next few days have in store. Bad Girl ‘Notlih Hotel, Room 331. You are to wear the backless black dress, no bra and no panties. Stockings a must, knee length black boots. 7.30 - Don’t be late.’ 7.30 , a knock on the door. I tell you to enter, the door isn’t locked. You walk into the room head bowed. Your dressed as instructed in the email. Your voluptuous body always looks great in that dress. It shows your breasts off to great effect. Your long blonde locks tied up into pig tails. Nice touch I think to myself. I must remember to show my gratitude later. You stop in the centre of the room, by the edge of the bed. You don’t look up at as I lift myself off a seat which is in a corner of the room. I walk over to the miniature bar. As I pour myself a whiskey I ask if you know why you’re here. ‘”I’ve been a very naughty girl” you reply. Your voice is weak and slightly trembling. ‘That’s right’, I say adding two cubes of ice to my drink,’ and do you know why you’ve been naughty?’. “Because I’ve had another man and his juices in my mouth”. I walk over to you, stand behind you. You can feel my breath on your neck. You know I have to punish you know before we can move on? You mumble your response. I place my glass on the floor, grab your pigtails and pull your head so your looking at the ceiling. “Punish me pleeeeasssse” you beg. I let go of your hair, resisting the urge I have to kiss you. Picking up the glass from the floor I walk back to the chair and sit down. I tell you to undress slowly for me. You peel the straps off your shoulders, and gradually slide your dress down over your breasts, down your midriff, letting it fall. It catches on your boots but you release it and as it hits the floor you kick it away. You stand very still, hands held behind your back, your eyes staring intently at me. ‘How could you go with another man, I enquire. Who’d have you and THAT body but me?’. I know this is a complete lie as you have such a stunning body. Your ample chest is heaving as your breathing gets heavier, your nipples erect with anticipation, your sweet pussy getting wet. Ohhhh you look so fucking good naked, especially in those come fuck me boots. ‘Get on the bed, spread your legs wide and masturbate for me’. I take another sip of my drink as you climb onto the bed. You lay back and spread your legs. I can see that your already wet as you start to caress your tits. You moan as you squeeze your nipples. One hand glides down your silky smooth skin to your pussy. I can feel my cock getting hard as you tell me how wet you are. You rub two fingers around the outside of your pussy, spreading your lips further apart, your engorged clit begging to be played with. You wet the fingers of your other hand and move it down. As you begin to rub yourself off, my cock has become rock solid. Your moaning becomes louder and faster, your rubbing harder as your body begins to shake. You move two fingers down further and insert them into your now glistening wet pussy. They slip in with ease as your back arches, welcoming their arrival. Your hands are working in symmetry, furiously pounding your clit from the outside and inside. My cock feels like its about to explode as I down the last of my drink. Your moaning is becoming louder, faster and more breathless. I undo my belt to free my cock from the restraints of my trousers. I start to rub my hands up and down my shaft. You fingers push in deeper as your hips push back in perfect rhythm. I know you love watching me wank myself as much as I you, but your eyes are closed, lost in the moment. ‘WHO’S YOUR FUCKING DADDY NOW BITCH?’ I scream as my own motion becomes faster. “ YOU, YOU’RE THE DADDY, YOU’RE THE FUCKING DADD, OH YES, YES, YES, DDDDDDiiiiieeeeeeeeee!” you reply as your body shudders and your pussy tightens around your fingers. I get off my seat and discard my trousers, now rubbing my shaft furiously as I can feel myself about to come. I move over to you, order to leave your hands exactly where they are, and straddle your midriff. I grab your tits and squeeze them firmly around my cock, now at bursting point and saluting directly at your face, and rub hard bringing me to climax in seconds. ‘YOU Dirrrrrrty whorrrre’ .I empty my sack, my hot spunk spurting on your flushed neck and on your face. You look beautiful lying there under me, your eyes full of fire and contentment. I climb off the bed and stand in front of you as my erection begins to wilt. I take your hand, your fingers still in your sticky pussy, and bring it to my mouth, insert your fingers and lick your juices off. As I do so, you lick some of my spunk off your chin. I sit down on the edge of the bed and order you to stand up. You stand up in front of me, spunk running down between your breasts and trickle of cum running down the inside of your thigh, only stopping at the top of stocking. I rub my hand up to wipe the cum off but you flinch at my touch. I sit back and look you in the face. You smile, and I can’t make out what your thinking, but you step forward as if offering yourself to me. I push you back and tell you to stand still. You look disappointed. I stand, remove my shirt and square up to you. I grab the back of your neck and pull you towards me and kiss you hard. The thought of our juices mingling in our mouths is stirring my cock back to life. You reach your hand down to help it along but again I have to push you away. ‘Your punishment is not done’ I tell you. I sit back down on the bed and tell you to bend over my lap. You do as I say and as you rest down I can feel the heat of your body on my legs. I raise my hand and firmly spank your backside. Your body jerks at the impact but you say nothing. Again I spank you, harder this time, and again, harder still. You whimper. I slap you again, firmer still, you beg my to stop. I know now your enjoying your punishment, we still have our codeword for when you do want to stop. Two more slaps and your arse now looks red raw. One final slap and I tell you to get up. ‘Sit on my lap’. As you straddle me we kiss, this time a lot more intensely. Your tongue works its way down my neck, around to my ear. Once there you whisper that you really are sorry. We hold each tightly. ‘ I know my dear, I know’. Bad Girl The breeze is stirring through my hair as W/we drive along in Your vehicle. i no longer care where the road leads because You have already pulled me from reality back to where this whore belongs, in Your realm....... It started in Your home where You brought me in, dragging me by my hair, down the stairs and into Your dungeon. Your words telling me what a naughty little girl that i've been, that i'm such a fuck-pig whore. How Daddy needed to teach His little girl a lesson for being such a cock-whore. Arriving into Your realm, You throw me roughly to the floor, dragging Your beautiful Cock out of Your pants and shoving it down my throat. Not even noticing that i can no longer breathe or that i am gagging as You rape my cunt mouth. When You feel You have had enough fucking my cunt-mouth, You then rip my shirt from my body, exposing my bra and command me to stand and take off my pants. I now stand before You totally exposed. You pull out a knife and slit my panties and bra off, releasing my giant breasts for Your pleasure. i find myself on my knees again, "put your hands over your head, cunt, clasp them at the back and hold your hair up for Me, " You demand. i quickly do as i'm told, head bowed, hands behind my head, naked before You. Pulling out a long length of rope, You begin to bind me, tightening down my breasts so they stand swollen and red before You, binding my hands behind me, and placing a gag into my mouth. Then the clamps are placed on my nipples, chain hanging between my breasts, You tighten them down tighter, making them almost unbearable. The lights go out as You place a blindfold over my eyes. my legs begin to tremble and You push me down so that my face is against the cold, concrete floor. i feel the floor on my nipples, making the clamps bite in that much harder and hear You walk around me. my ass is plugged already, so You begin to take a belt to my ass. "What a fucking pig whore you are, do you know that?" you taunt. "My little girl's only good for fucking; being used." As You speak, You mark Your words with single stripes across my cheeks. i hold my breath as each strike crosses my ass, lighting a flame, leaving bright red welts in their wake. i feel the tears building, but do not allow them to fall, i don't want to displease You Daddy. When You've completed using my ass as You desire, You grab me at the bind in my wrists, pulling me off the floor. Draping something over my shoulders. You then grab me tightly by my hair and as You march me back up the stairs You whisper into my ear, "my little fuck-whore needs a good using. That's all Daddy's little cunt is good for anyway. i have a surprise for You tonight my little bitch." i feel the cool of the evening air on me and follow You to where You place me into the passenger seat of Your car. The breeze is stirring through my hair as W/we drive along in Your vehicle. i no longer care where the road leads because You have already pulled me from reality back to where this whore belongs, in Your realm. The drive is quiet, no words or instructions are spoken and i sense that i am to remain silent as well. i keep my body still, as i am led by my Master to wherever it is that He has devised to use me tonight. Soon, the car slows to a stop. i am roughly removed from the vehicle, walked a short way, then forced to kneel again. Under my feet, i feel the grass. Daddy has chosen to be giving to me, but as i kneel, i begin to feel the soft grass giving way to the minute rocks hidden in its depths. The drape is removed from my body, and i am grabbed again by my hair and forced to crawl where You lead. Walking on my knees like this seems to take an eternity, and i try to keep up with You Daddy, but i stumble and receive a sharp smack across my back as well as a scrape to my arm. "Clumsy fuck-hole, cum-dump!" You chide me. "Pick up the pace before Daddy changes His mind!" i move faster now, panting, little beads of sweat forming on my brow, embarrassed that my Daddy should have to chide me for anything. The swaying of the chain dangling from the nipple clamps is now pounding into my chest, reminding me that my nipples are aching too. The smell of fire and the sound of new voices now fill the air around me. i can feel my heart pounding in my chest, as i begin to comprehend what Daddy has in mind for me. "Be a good cunt for Daddy, " You tell me. "Offer; no better; beg my friends to rape Your cunt mouth." Only then do You remove the gag. You lead me to the first of the men, i feel the sting of pine needles poking this way and that into my knees, rocks biting, and the heat of the fire on my back as i face the first unseen man kneeling. "Sir, please, this fuck-whore, cum-dump, slut needs to worship your cock. Let me suck it and fuck it with my cunt-mouth please, " i huskily say to him. The chain of the nipple clamps is pulled sharply up and out, and my body involuntarily follows. I feel my hair pulled down over the man's crotch and open my mouth eager to take his throbbing cock and suck it, fondling it with my tongue. He grabs my head on either side and begins to jerk his cock with my cunt mouth. my pussy juices are now dripping down my legs, and i feel him swelling ready to release his cum load into my whore mouth. Before he cums, he slows his jerking and i am distracted by sounds of movement behind me. WHACK! The first crack of Your whip across my ass, hard and burning. "Look at Daddy's little fuck-whore!" You berate. "You are such a fucking slut, My little piglet!" You tell me as the whip again is brought down over my ass. i hear the laughter of the men around me taunting as i say, "Yes Daddy, i'm a little slut/whore." That brings another gale of laughter from the men and i feel my face flush. The man that i was busily cock sucking now stands and moves away from me and i am forced to the ground. my face in the dirt. i can feel the needles, and dirt tangling themselves in my hair, and taste the grit of it in my mouth. my ass is high in the air, still plugged but ready for use. Someone pulls the plug roughly out of my ass and slams his cock in. Moaning is coming from another voice near me, and i feel the hot splatter of his precious cum quickly chilling on my back and hands. "Daddy, " i say, "please Daddy, i'm going to cum!" my cunt is soaked and i'm panting. "Be a good girl for Daddy, " You tell me. "Don't you dare cum my little slut." At this point the man behind me has lost all control and cums deeply in my ass. As he removes himself from me, You invite the next to join. It was obvious, to me, from his speech that he'd already had a few to drink, and couldn't get his cock hard. "Fuckin filthy slut!" he bellows. "Can' even get a man's dick hard." He stumbles up to my waiting ass anyway, and rather than fuck me, i feel a warm stream begin to flow across my cunt. He's PISSING on me??!! i thought. At first i was incredulous, but his stream seemed to never end. i felt the heat of it flowing down over my clit, dripping to the ground below, wetting the ground beneath me. Before i knew what was happening, i was cumming. Moaning and panting there on the ground. Writhing in agony and ecstasy. i knew i was in trouble now. What would Daddy do for His little fuck toy disobeying Him? my mind could not even imagine. "Party's over now You little bitch!" You tell me as You grab me by my hair and pull me to Your car. i don't protest, even as my naked and used body is tossed into the back. You have placed something over the seat so that Your fuck toy, cum-dump, whore does not soil Your car. i'm left uncovered, still bound, and am driven back to Your dungeon. Upon arriving at Your home, You drag me out of the car by my hair, still not saying a word, but i can see the anger set in Your jaw. i feel bits of hair begin to tear out as You drag me up Your drive, and into Your house. Marching me into Your bathroom, You throw me into the tub. Bits of dirt, drops of cum, and drops of piss dripping off my already used body. "Filthy fucking whore!" You tell me. "Daddy gives You a treat, and You can't even remember to keep Your self in check!" "I'm going to have to teach you to behave you fucking little pig! First, though, You have to be cleaned." Quickly and expertly, You remove my binds, clamps, and blindfold. i can see just how filthy i am and am ashamed to have brought You any displeasure. "You like that little pissing did You my cunt? Well, Daddy's little girl is going to get a special shower." Unzipping Your pants, You tell me, "Your hair is filthy You little slut, and Your face." You see the fear in my eyes, as i realize what You are about to do, but i do not protest, i knew i had been bad, very bad, and i knew i needed to be punished for my disobedience. For a brief second i see a wisp of tenderness cross Your face, but it is quickly replaced by the set jaw of what You are about to do. Then the shower; i close my eyes and mouth against the onslaught of Your piss pouring over my hair, dripping down my face over my mouth and running down over my body. "Now You will know Your place my little fuck slut pig!" You say as the last of Your stream washes over me. i break my silence only to mumble a soft, "Yes, Daddy." i gag as a drop of Your piss has found it's way into my mouth and over my tongue, but i know better than to complain. You step out of the tub onto a clean towel and then start the water, turning the shower on full blast. I gasp at the cold drops now raining down hard on me. "Finish making Yourself presentable for me my little cum-dump cunt, " You demand, "Then bring Yourself to the bathroom door. You may dry yourself, but leave Your hair wet. When You arrive there, You will beg my permission to crawl to my feet. Don't You dare turn up the heat in that shower!" "Yes Daddy, " i meekly reply. The freezing cold water runs over my body and i begin to soap my hair, removing chunks of dirt, pine needles, and rock. I rinse my face, even though the freezing water leaves pins and needles in my skin. As i try to wash my body, my hands are trembling. i take the soap and run it over my breasts, my stomach, my legs and feet, then i take extra time and attention washing my clit, ass and back, as they were used by another man. i shudder harder as i rinse the soap from my body, making sure not to leave any traces of it. As i begin to rinse my hair one more time, i hear You call from beyond the door, "I'm waiting My little fuck-pig, do not anger Me further!" Again i reply, "Yes Daddy, " and hurry out of the shower, turning off the water and running a towel over my body. i quickly come to the door, on all fours, and beg, "Please Daddy, may this cum-dump cunt please crawl to Your feet?" No response comes from You and i think maybe i didn't speak loudly enough. "Daddy? Please may this little slut whore crawl to Your feet?" i watch, and finally You beckon me with a finger, not even granting me the gift of Your voice. My hair is wet, and i have goose bumps all over my body. i stay before You on all fours, body trembling in front of You. "Why do you have to be so disobedient slut? Do I not treat you well?" i know that You expect no reply to this, so i remain, head bowed, on my knees before You. You grab me by my hair and lead me again to Your dungeon. "Now i will punish You my little fuck toy." i walk in and am forced to my knees. You push me down and move around so my ass is facing You, then You shove a large butt plug into my ass without lube. i grunt and flinch as the pain is so intense. Then You bring out Your flogger, and begin to flog my naked back, ass and legs. You don't hold back and i begin to cry, but still take the assault to my body. my mind looses all track of time as i stay there, on hands and knees, but i am weak, and finally drop to my stomach. The whole time i take a verbal assault from You as the torrent from Your flogger continues. You then pull me up by my hair and lead me to the middle of the room. Lying down on my back, You take first one hand, then the other, then a foot and the last, tying each spread out wide apart. "Daddy's going to have to gag you for the last of your punishment sweetheart, " You whisper in my ear. The tears are streaming down my cheeks burning tracks to my ears and through my hair. You kiss me gently on my lips then lightly tweak a nipple. "I know baby, " You tell me, "it will all be over soon, then You can be my little cunt again, Daddy's little girl." The final of Your decorations, is a blindfold so that i cannot see what is to come next. my body explodes, and i scream through the gag as the flogger is brought down over my exposed pussy. i yank and pull on my binds to no avail, twisting and turning my body this way and that as i try in vain to escape the new onslaught. Again the flogger is brought down on my pussy, and again. The rain comes, over and over, until i finally stop trying to pull away. The pain in my body is so intense. i'm sweating, and crying now, and the blindfold is soaked in my tears. Finally it stops. And for a moment, all i feel is my pussy, swollen, torn, bruised. Then, like a feather, i feel the lightest of kisses on my clit. "Hush now baby, " You tell me, "it's done now." i feel You move over my body, feathering me with kisses, here and there, until You reach my neck. There You stop and remove the gag from my mouth and peel the blindfold back. You kiss my tear soaked eyes and then part my lips with the most gentle of kisses. Reaching Your tongue into my mouth and kissing me deeply. i feel Your hand gently work my nipple and feel Your Cock pressing against my thigh. i am too weak to resist or reply, but You are so understanding and gentle with me. i feel Your hands freely wander my body, touching teasing every inch of my spent skin. Then You follow wandering down with Your tongue, tasting my pussy, flicking my clit ever so lightly. When i am ready to burst, panting with ecstasy, You bring Your lips to mine, and gently insert Your superior Cock into my waiting pussy, and make love to me, bringing me over the edge, and falling in with me. When You have finished You quietly gather Yourself up, leave me with a kiss, and walk away, leaving me bound and plugged..... Bad Girl He never knows the sins for which I'm atoning. His one question gets all the information he needs. "Have you been a bad girl?" Though I'm sometimes unclear why, I always know somewhere deep inside myself that yes, I've been a very bad girl, and I desperately need to be punished for it. We've met like this several times now, and the pain gets more and more intense with each visit. Tonight was the last night before he had to go out of town for a ten day business trip, and I was more than a little wary of the evening's possibilities. He showed up at the door around seven, and I didn't see him carrying anything. This is because, I later realized, I didn't look hard enough. We sat on the couch for a while and chatted about upcoming events, recent shows, excellent movies - the usual things people chat about. Skeleton Key drifted around the room through the smoke from my clove, and I was beginning to feel relaxed. The atmosphere was light, and we were trading tasteless jokes. Before I'd even realized that he moved, he grabbed a fist-full of my hair and drew my face close to his. I was startled, but not afraid. I knew what was coming and I loved it. "Now Sarah," he started "have you been a bad girl since I last saw you?" "Yes" I whispered and nodded a little. "What did you do?" he asked "I...I touched myself." "How many times, Sarah?" "I'm not sure..." "You don't even know how many times?" he yelled. ".....no" I meekly admitted. "And what happens to bad girls? Hm?" "They...they get punished." "How do they get punished, Sarah?" "They get....spanked." "Go to your room, find a corner, and wait for me there. Oh, and," he added "go ahead and lose that skirt." Unzipping my plaid skirt as I walked, I went into my bedroom and realized, to my horror, that I had left no corner empty of furnishings. I stood in the middle of the room, spinning around in a slow pathetic circle, wondering what I was going to do. He came in, saw my predicament and, with an exasperated sigh, closed the door behind him making a corner for me. I walked over to it and stood there awkwardly, trying very hard to be still. I heard him rustling around behind me, and my curiosity dared me to peek. I slowly turned my head, searching my peripheral vision for some sign of movement. His hand was instantly on the back of my head pushing my face to the wall. "Keep your nose in that corner." he growled. "Now stick your ass out." I slowly pushed my hips backward while sliding my hands down the wall. A slap and a rough "Lower!" had me bent over at the waist, still keeping my nose in the corner. "Pull your panties down." he commands. Tentatively I hooked my thumbs in sides of my white panties and slid them down to my knees. I could hear my own breathing echoed against the corner as I stood there, exposed and trembling with anticipation. A loud SLAP rang through the bedroom as his hand connected with my bare skin. I jumped, but held my position. He was putting his full force behind each blow, and I couldn't help but think about the sting which must be developing in his palms. I gasped with each strike, and my head dropped from the corner. I could see my own feet shifting each time I was spanked, my white ruffled socks sliding easily along the carpet. Just as I felt like I was going to collapse under the strength of his arm, he grabbed my hair and flung me to the floor. "Get down on all fours." he instructed. I hurried to obey. He pressed lightly on my back and simply said "Stay." Enjoying the respite from my punishment, I failed to pay attention to his actions as I caught my breath and felt the pain subside. A burning line across my upturned bottom woke me from my repose. I screamed and collapsed onto my forearms. He continued to lash my thighs and ass while I shrieked and sobbed. Each time he struck me it felt as though he had stripped away the skin with flame. I scooted and writhed on the floor trying to escape, but I had nowhere to go. In desperation, I reached back towards him in a foolish attempt to protect myself. His large hand wrapped securely around my wrist and held it fast. "Open your hand..." he snarled. Hesitantly, I obeyed. My tender palm was given ten lashes with what I accurately assumed to be his belt. I cried out and pulled away, but I was no match for him. I only managed to hold my hand open for fear of him striking my knuckles and causing serious harm. "Now you know better than to try to protect yourself, don't you?" he said sardonically. I could only whimper and nod. He released my wrist and I snatched my burning hand away. I stayed there in a pitiful mass on the floor, crying and fearful. Reaching down, he brushed the hair from my face. I looked up to him as he wiped the tears from my cheeks. "You ok?" he asked softly. I nodded and gave him a small smile. "Good" he replied. Before I could react, he grabbed a firm hold on my ear and lifted me to my feet. He directed me forward a few steps before releasing me and walking in front of me to sit on the edge of my bed. He shot an icy glare and I found myself unable to meet his dark eyes. "Come here" he growled and pointed between his feet. I shuffled over and fell to my knees between his legs, bending my waist over his thigh. Placing my hands flat on the floor, I held my torso up. A firm hand on the back of my neck swiftly brought my face to the floor. "You know better than to support yourself" he sneered and brought a strong blow down on my already searing flesh. The painful sting introduced me to his new toy. I guessed correctly that it was a ruler; very appropriate for his schoolgirl fetish which I love helping him fulfill. He continued to spank me with the ruler until I was writhing and screaming pleas for mercy. I could feel the sharp plastic edges cutting into my flesh as he methodically moved up and down the backs of my thighs and on my tense bottom. Becoming more fierce with each strike, he reached a crescendo to his punishment and finally ceased. Easily lifting me to my feet, he instructed me to go back to my corner. I complied, walking slowly as I rubbed the tears from my face. I leaned against the walls gratefully and hardly noticed when he pushed me further by opening the door and leaving the room. I could hear him going through his belongings, then the distinctive sound of a lighter being sparked. I smelled his Camels and knew that I would have a while to collect myself. All I could hear was my own snuffles and breathing. Just as I had decided to relax, he re-entered the room. "Come in here where I can keep an eye on you." he said and, grabbing my ear, directed me to a corner by the front door. I tried to compose myself as I stood there listening to him smoke. His eyes burned into me and I shifted nervously from foot to foot. At length, he spoke. "Are you thinking about how bad you've been?" he asked. I nodded meekly. "Are you thinking about how foolish you look standing there in the corner with your bare bottom all red?" I hung my head and sniffled. The couch squeaked as he stood, and I could hear him walking to the kitchen. Straining to make out the familiar sounds of my house, I tried to envision his movements as he explored my small kitchen. His shadow crept slowly along the wall as he returned to stand behind me. A soothing coldness swept through my skin combined with the gentle warmth of his hand as he rubbed ice across my punished flesh. I sighed in delight and relaxed against the corner, gratefully holding my hips out backward with my legs spread. This position made it very easy for him to slide the ice over my thighs and onto my clit. I danced and yelped at the searing cold. He rubbed the ice over the tender pink skin of my pussy as I squirmed in my corner and bounced on tip-toe. Running the ice between my legs and over the hot red skin of my bottom and then back to my aching clit, he continued this game until the ice was gone and my skin was soaked. I sighed in relief as he wiped his hands on his jeans; he didn't seem to have more ice. A part of me refused to relax, held tense in anticipation. I knew he wasn't done with me yet, and I didn't have long to wait before my next surprise. I knew instantly that he had picked it up in the kitchen - how could I not recognize my own spatula? The flat plastic surface felt like fire as he slapped the wet throbbing flesh of my ass and thighs. I screamed with abandon, no longer caring if my neighbors heard, unable to think about their possible reactions. Tears streamed down my cheeks and vanished into the carpet. Unbidden, cries for mercy rasped out of me in between screams. All I could say was "Please!" and I was hardly aware of even that. Nothing could distract me from the intense pain I was feeling. I had never been spanked this much before, or this hard, and I quickly lost my grip on all other sensations. I had no idea how long it went on, and I wasn't instantly aware of it when he stopped. Amazingly thankful that he had ceased, I collapsed sobbing against the corner. "Have you had enough?" he whispered into my ear. Unable to speak, I could only nod. Part of me felt that familiar failure of reaching my own limits, of being unable to stand any more pain, but relief overcame that guilt and I allowed myself to be proud that I had remained standing through the whole thing. Gently, he stroked my hair and said "Ok, baby. Now just fifteen more. And I want you to count them for me. Now, do you have a hairbrush?" I nodded meekly, glad to see the end of my punishment but happy that I would be pushed a little farther. "Go get your hairbrush" he instructed. Walking as quickly as my sore skin would allow, I fetched my hairbrush and returned to the bedroom. He had dragged a stout chair without armrests into the middle of the room and sat there, staring coldly. Pointing to the floor beside the chair, his eyes full of unrefutable authority, he instructed me on the details of my final punishment. Hanging my head, I walked to my assigned spot and handed him the hairbrush. As I knelt on the floor the carpet felt rough on my knees. I lay my body over his lap and drew a sharp shuddering breath as I prepared for the last and worst of my punishment. With the first blow I can feel the hard plastic being driven into my aching and wet skin. It's almost more than I can handle, but I manage to eek out "one". He continued his discipline slowly and deliberately, each blow of the hairbrush on my bottom feeling worse than the previous one. Somehow I managed to count aloud all fifteen, though sometimes I could barely be heard through my sobs. Fifteen was the hardest, but I screamed the number in triumph and elation. Finally he asked "Sarah, do you want to rub your bottom?" I nodded and sat up, keeping my head down, then ran my hands over my stinging flesh. I heard that distinct unzipping sound as he freed his cock and took my hair in his hands, directing me towards it. I licked my lips and hungrily took his cock in my mouth. I didn't have a long wait before he pulled my head back and shot his hot load all over my neck and chest. "Now Sarah," he asked "are you going to be a good girl while I'm gone?" I could only nod and smile. Though I promised silently to behave in his absence, I knew that it would be much more fun to disobey - only a little! Bad Girl Anna Anna was waiting for Marc to come home; he had been very specific on how she was to be ready for him. She was wearing a white t-shirt, white cotton panties and no bra. At 8:00 pm sharp he walked through the door. He saw her sitting on the couch waiting for him and smiled. “Ahhh, there she is my pretty girl waiting for me just like she was told.” He said. “Are you ready for me Anna?” he asked. “Yes, Marc,” she replied, “I’m ready.” He walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. He took her hand and kissed it lovingly. “Ok Baby, “ her said, “ stand up and bend over for me.” Anna stood up and bent over, placing her hands on the coffee table for support. Her t-shirt rode up when she did this, so her white panties were visible. Marc took his hand and roughly kneaded her ass; Anna started to breathe heavier as he caressed her. He slowly pulled off her panties and kissed her ass several times. She could feel the wetness spreading between her thighs as he touched her. “Have you been a good girl today Anna?” Marc asked. “Yes, Marc, I’ve been very good today.” She replied. He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand and said, “Anna I don’t think you’re telling me the truth. I think you’ve been home thinking dirty thoughts.” “No, Marc.” Anna said. “I was just waiting for you on the couch like you asked.” “Oh Anna, why to you lie to me?” He said as he started to smack her ass harder. “I could smell your wet pussy when I came in.” Anna moaned in response to his slaps and felt her pussy get even wetter. “Tell me Anna.” Marc said. “Tell me you’re a bad girl!” “No, I’m not a bad girl!” She cried. “Anna, we both know you’re a bad girl, because only bad girls like this.” Marc said as he continued to slap her ass hard “I can tell you like this…your pussy is dripping. Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?” “Yes, yes, you’re right Marc!” Anna cried. “I was thinking about how much I wanted you to fuck me.” Marc stopped spanking her, grabbed her hair and pulled her up towards him. “Anna,” he said, “I want you suck my dick.” Anna knelt down in front of Marc, unzipped his pants and pulled his waiting cock out. She began to lightly suck the head of it. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed the entire length of his cock deep into her mouth. Anna suckled greedily moving her mouth slowly up and down his thick shaft. Marc moaned and entwined his hands in her hair as he thrust into her mouth hard and fast. Anna grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into her mouth. Marc threw back his head, let out a load moan and rammed his cock deep into her mouth as he came. Anna swallowed as fast as she could, but some of his cum ran out of the side of her mouth. Marc pulled his dick out of her mouth and gently wiped his cum off her face with his hand. “Anna.” He said, “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes Marc, I did.” Anna replied shyly. “And why did you like it Anna?” He asked. “Because I’m your bad girl Marc, that’s why.” She answered. “And what does my bad girl want to do now?” He asked, “Does she want me to fuck her?” “Yes, I want to fuck me…please.” She begged. “Then tell me how you want me to fuck you Anna.” Marc said. “You know what I like, why do you make me tell you?” Anna asked. “Anna, if you want to get fucked you’ll tell me now.” Marc told her with a sly smile. “Um, OK…I want you to bend me over the table again and fuck me from behind, you know I like that.” Anna whispered. Marc took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face the coffee table again. She bent over as before and rested herself on the table. He cunt was so wet she could feel it running down the inside of her thighs. “ Spread your legs for me baby.” Marc said. Anna opened her legs to him, exposing her wet and throbbing pussy. Marc placed his cock at her outer lips and pushed his full length into her hot cunt. Anna gasped as he moved slowly in and out of her. “Yes, Marc, yes!” She cried as he increased his rhythm. She worked her hips against his to meet his thrusts. Marc reached his hand under her and toyed with her clit as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Anna pushed herself frantically against him as she climaxed. “Ohhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She screamed. Marc grabbed her hips and pulled her close as he came filling her pussy with his hot cum as he had her mouth. He kept thrusting deep into her until he was completely spent. Then he pulled out his cock and watched his cum mixed with Anna’s juices run down her leg. Once again Marc took Anna by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I Love you baby.” She said. “I love you too Anna,” He replied, "Especially when you're bad!" Bad Girl, Bad Girl, Whatcha... Bad Girl, Bad Girl, Whatcha Gonna Do? Tami didn't plan on having an accident. But it happened. Brad had just bought a brand new red Ferrari. Although Tami and him were married, the Ferrari was Brad's toy. No one was to drive it but him. She had taken it to run an errand. He was gone to work with his truck and wouldn't be home for a bit. She didn't think he would notice if she took it and had it back before he returned. That's when it happened. She was uptown, not even her fault, when some big old truck backed into her. She started freaking as although Brad was usually very understanding, she didn't think he would be that way this time. Plus she wasn't even supposed to have driven it. Stepping out of the car, she walked to the back of the Ferrari to see what damage was done. Believe it or not, just a scratch. She hoped it wasn't noticeable to Brad. The other driver got out and gave her his information and apologized profusely. What's done was done, so Tami went home nervous as all heck. Was Brad gonna freak? Maybe she didn't have to tell him. It was just a scratch. And it wasn't her fault. RIGHT? As she drove it into the garage, trying to make sure she got it in the exact spot Brad had it parked in, she decided not to tell him. The end of the day came. Tami had made all of Brad's favorites for supper. Put on a sexy sheer dress and had a romantic setting in place. The perfect music, the candles lit, the scents. As Brad came in his face lit up with a smile and an "Oh ya, I'm gonna get laid" look. Then it dawned on him. "Ok, what did you do Tami?" With an innocent trying to hide look, she simply replied "Brad, what could I have possibly done?" The night continued. They ate the meal Tami had prepared. Low and behold it was delicious, not burnt. Brad, being a man, didn't clue into a thing. She had enticed Brad to the bedroom with one look. Pushing him onto the bed, Tami lay on top of him. Unbuttoning his shirt, planting wet kisses onto is chest, making her way down his stomach; when it happened. Brad's cell phone rang. "Shit, god dammit all." Scrambling for the phone, leaving Tami pushed to the side. "Sorry baby, I'm expecting an important call." Tami's eyes rolled, but knew enough not to say anything. She had to let it slide this time without complaining due to what had happened with the car. Brad was in the other room talking on the phone. Tami could hear his voice raise. But couldn't make out what he was saying. She heard the door to the garage slam shut. Shit! She was getting worried that it was someone snitching on her. Brad returned into the house grousing about something. Tami grabbed her robe and walked out into the kitchen. He was leafing through his briefcase. Whew! Work related crap. That meant Tami was off the hook. "What's wrong Brad?" "Just business baby. I'm gonna have to run to the office. I forgot some important information on a case I am working on. I won't be long. Sorry baby." Walking over to her, he planted a kiss on her lips and said see ya soon. Tami was used to Brad's hours. But was disappointed it had cut into their romantic time. She caught the red Ferrari pulling out of the driveway. A sigh of relief. Her eyes widening as she breezed through not getting caught. The night carried on. Brad returned about 1:00 a.m. Tami was sound asleep in bed. He woke her by sitting next to the bed and speaking to her softly. She assumed it was to carry on where they left off earlier. "Why didn't you tell me about the car?" Crap, he found out! "I'm not mad Tami, it just would have been nice to hear it from you. But now you will pay. So you bad girl, whatcha gonna do now?" Brad took her hand, helping her out of the bed, and told her to remain standing. She looked around wondering what he was doing. He came back from the dresser with a blindfold and hand cuffs. Standing there naked, Tami was looking forward to this punishment. She loved being blindfolded and cuffed. Usually Brad would go down on her while she was in this position. Sucking hard on her clit. Fucking her with his fingers hard. Not letting her screams or begging to be let go happen. He placed the blindfold over her eyes. Placed each wrist in the one half of each cuff. "Ok baby lay down on the bed. You look so eager Tami." She just giggled and thought she was off the hook. He cuffed her to the bed, his fingers running down her breasts. Her nipples poofing up as the excitement of what was to come was ahead of her. Brad was great in bed. She had had other partners before they were married, but none lived up to what his performance was. Each time was a new experience for her. And this time was no different. Brad left the room for a few minutes. Tami still smiling. Laying there. She felt him crawl up from the bottom of the bed. Taking her legs and spreading them. His warm breath meeting her pussy lips. Yes, this was it. This was what she was longing for all night. His lips tenderly kissing her outter lips. Tugging on them. Brad's fingers separate her lips. His tongue sweeping up from the bottom right to the top. Positioning himself, his two lips take hold of her swollen clit. Sucking gently at first, which was unlike Brad. He liked making her scream out with pain like passion right off the bat. But she was still enjoying it. His gentleness soon led to what she knew he liked. The hard, body tingling, sucking of ones clit. Tami screamed out. Her body writhering in passion. Her legs trying to kick him off. Although this was something she loved. His hands took her one ankle and tied it down. Then the other one. All the while he was still sucking on her hard. Now she had no ability to move whatsoever. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could. Was she going to put up a fight. Absolutely NOT!! He let go of his grasp from her clit. Replacing his thumb on her clit. Rubbing softly, not to let her come off of her constant orgasms. His other hand led its way to her hole. As it was well lubricated, he had no problems sliding two fingers, then three in. Finger fucking her like mad. His fingers very quickly soaked up her cum. In-between her moans she could hear the sounds. The looseness, the wetness, the smell of her "flower" scented the room. What Tami wasn't aware of was that Brad was sitting in the chair masturbating the whole time. Gwen was filling in for Brad. This was his fantasy, which Tami would have never gone along with. So what better way to make her pay for her mistake, and have his fantasy come true. Gwen was their next door neighbor. A dark colored woman with a figure any man would love to get his cock into. Or admire from afar. Her dark, short hair; her body with all the curves in the right place. Too bad for Brad she was a lesbian. Although Brad knew she was a lesbian, he would flirt with her when he seen her outside. And her response was "Brad, give me your wife and all my dreams would come true." Brad sat in the chair, eyes completely glued to Tami and Gwen. His hand stroking his raging hard on. Gwen ran her right hand up Tami's stomach to her breast. Tami's nipples fully erect. Her fingers twisting it while her tongue darted in and out of Tami's pussy. Gwen loved the taste of pussy. Although she would have loved to turn around and let Tami taste her while she ate her out, she couldn't. The plan was that Gwen pretend to be Brad. No noise, no nothing that would make Tami freak out to what was happening. Out of the corner of Gwen's eye she could see Brad. His cock ready to explode. His hand grasping the shaft so hard. His other hand cupping his balls. Being careful himself not to make noise. Normally Brad and Tami were loud while making love. Tami let out her moans and screams. Calling Brad's name like she always did. Screaming more, and yes, harder, god yes. Gwen moved up on the bed next to Tami. Taking her breast in her hand, she leaned down and licked around her nipple. Wrapping her lips around Tami's nipples, sucking softly. Switching from one breast then the other. Continuing to suck harder with each switch. Being careful that her own breasts didn't touch Tami. As that would have alerted her that something was going on. Brad couldn't take any more. He either was going to cum in his hand or fuck Tami's sweet little pussy. Touching Gwen on the back they made the switch. Gwen sat in the chair watching Brad stick his cock into Tami. Taking hold of his cock, he slid it into her hole. His cock sponging up the wetness which Gwen helped supply. Grinding deep into her, pounding her each time he went in. Tami could feel every inch of Brad's cock slide in her. He looked over at Gwen who was fucking herself with her fingers. Which once were in his wife. He almost wanted to lick them, to taste two women on Gwen's fingers would have been the ultimate in his fantasy. His cock starts to swell inside her pussy. She loves how it feels when the warm liquid hits the back of her cunt. As Brad continues to watch Gwen and fuck Tami his cock starts to explode. He lets out his usual grunts which Tami is accustomed to hearing. Now it feels right for her. Gwen's fingers were just about finished fucking her own pussy. Although she was a lesbian, she enjoyed watching good sex between a man and a woman. As Brad's eyes were still watching her, she pulled her fingers out of her overworked hole and licked the juices from them. A combination of her own plus Tami's. Making Brad want some. But the temptation would have to wait. Maybe for the next time Tami doesn't listen to him. Brad left the blindfold on Tami. But uncuffed and untied her. He told her he would be back in a minute. After what Tami had just experienced, she was worn out. Not knowing she had given Brad the ultimate fantasy come true, she curled up on the bed and fell fast asleep. Brad walked Gwen to the door. Although the fantasy was over, he wished more would come of it. But knowing how Tami felt about lesbian experiences, he knew not to push his luck. Brad will never reveal what he had done to Tami to teach her a lesson. The plan just fell in place so easily when she took the Ferrari. He had gotten his friend, who Tami didn't know, to run into the car. The slight scratch it got was well worth the money Brad had to pay to get it fixed. If Tami ever found out, I am afraid she may find a fantasy (although she isn't into gay sex) that suits the punishment. Now, as long as his friend keeps his mouth shut, Brad's ASS should be saved!!! Bad Girl Carly Hi this is Carly I'm 26 and this is my first time sharing an erotic story. My husband Hank and I enjoyed a great sex life when we first met. Couldn't keep our hands off of each other, fucking anytime, anywhere. But things start to slow down so after six years of marriage we decided to spice things up and share our fantasies and began acting them out. Here is just one example of what we've been getting up to lately. I love being a bad girl even more being treated like a bad girl. One particular day feeling very naughty, I lay on our bed naked with my hands handcuffed to the headboard. Waiting for Hank to come home. When he walked inside and didn't see me Hank knew immediately I was up to no good. Knowing this Hank called out " where's my dirty little slut?" I had placed a gag in my mouth before handcuffing myself. So I mumbled as loud as I could that I was where he had left me this morning. Hank came into the room and stood in the doorway looking me up and down. I spread my legs wide so he could see my nice smooth shaven pussy. Hank then started to get undressed; I could see his cock getting hard straining against his pants. Hank came over to the bed and straddled me. Pulling the gag out of my mouth he said forcefully not to say a word bitch. That the only time he wanted my mouth open was to suck his cock. I loved having him speak to me that way it made my pussy so wet. I lifted my hips to rub myself against him. Hank didn't like this grabbed my hair and pull my head up saying if I misbehave again I won't get to have his cock in my cunt. I could see he was really excited about coming home and finding me tied to the bed. I was glad when he decided I needed to be punished and called some of his friends to come over and treat me like the whore I was. Hank left me tied to the bed while he waited for them to get there. Only when they arrived Hank returned to the bedroom. I was so excited to see 3 other guys with him. Hank stood there naked along with Mark, Derek and Liam big hard cocks standing tall. Hank then pulled the gag out of my mouth and told me to get ready to suck 4 cocks. Liam and Mark came over and undid my handcuffs while Liam got on the bed and began fingering my pussy. Mark then got on his knees beside my head and put his cock to my face. I licked up and down his thick shaft before taking the head of his dick into my mouth. He moaned deep in his throat as I blew him with long slow sucks. I could see Hank and Derek standing by the bed stroking their cocks. Watching my man or any man jerking they're own cock was a huge turn on. Liam then spread my legs wide and slid his cock in my wet pussy. I moaned against Mark's cock, which was still in my mouth. With every thrust of Liam's dick into me Mark would pump his cock in my mouth. Having a cock in my mouth and pussy at same time was driving me wild. It was something I had just dreamt about and now it was happening. Knowing I had Hank and Derek watching and waiting to fuck me too was an awesome feeling. It wasn't long and Liam was pounding into me hard he then pulled out stood above me and squirted cum all over my tits. This was too much for Mark to handle and he shot hot cum down my throat. Hank then came over and told me get on fours, that he wanted to see my ass in the air. I could feel his hands moving over my bum spreading it open. He began licking my ass and slid a finger inside. Hank then pushed another one in. Fingering my ass with 2 fingers. Hank loved having anal sex with me. The moment he eased his hard cock into my tight little hole I screamed out loud with pleasure. He fucked me gently and slowly at first until I pushed back against his dick. Then he started fucking me harder. That's when Derek came over and got beneath me and slid his cock into me. This was the first time I'd had a cock in my cunt and my ass at the same time. I was in ecstasy as they fucked both my holes. Liam was the first to cum and stood back and enjoyed the show of my husband fucking me in the ass. Hank gave one final big thrust and filled my tight hole with cum. It was a great night and the first of many more group sex sessions Hank and I have had. If you enjoyed reading this let me know by leaving me nice and nasty messages. I'd really like to share more fun times with you all if you want to hear more. Also let me know what you'd like to do to me if I was your naughty wife. Carly!