****** My Punishment by Alcyone ******
===============================================================================

My Punishment


It was midnight when my Master came home. He was late, like he was every Friday
night. I didn't like it, but I was never allowed say anything about it. I had
just about fallen asleep, when he entered the room. I could tell by the way he
stomped into the room that he was in a bad mood. "Strip, bitch," he snipped. I
was tired and didn't really feel like having sex. I pretended not to hear him,
and pulled the covers over my head. He tore the covers of and grabbed me by my
hair. "Don't play games with me, you little slut," he yelled. I boldly stared
him in the eyes, something I was not allowed to do, and clawed at his arms. The
look on his face told me I shouldn't have done that. He struck me across the
face, with the back of his hand.

"Dammit, I want to go to sleep, "I shouted, after slapping him back. "That's
it, now you're going to get it," he threatened. I wasn't sure what he meant
until he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to "the room". This room was
filled with whips, straps, riding crops, chains, hooks, nipple clamp, and other
various torture toys. He positioned me on the bed, and chained my arms to the
head- board. He took the nipple clamps and fastened them to my tits. A shot of
pain ran through my body. "Spread your legs," he ordered. Not wanting him even
angrier at me I complied. He then chained my ankles to the footboard. Then he
took a huge, thick dildo and cruelly shoved it into my tight, semi-moist pussy.
"I'm going to leave you here like this, until you beg me to forgive you.
Stubbornly I lay there silent, he then took out the whip. He began lashing the
insides of my thighs. I could feel the welts forming. he moved up to my
stomach, then my tits. He gave each about fifteen lashes. I still said nothing
and he left the room.

I was alone for most of the night. I hated every minute of it. I was cold,
uncomfortable, the cuffs were too tight, and I definitely couldn't sleep in
this position. I finally decided the smart thing to do was beg. "Master, I'm
sorry," I shouted. "You'll have to do better than that," he replied with a
laugh. "Please Master, I'm begging you to forgive me." He came into the room,
and unchained me from the bed. I got up to leave the room. He wrapped his arm
around my waist and pulled me back onto the bed. "You didn't think that was it
did you," he asked. "Of course not," I lied, even though I wished he was. He
tugged on the connector chain of my nipple clamps. He knew I was lying. "Get on
your knees," he ordered. I obediently dropped to the floor at his feet. He
still pulled on the chain. "Master I'm sorry," I begged. He took off the
clamps, my nipples were sore and throbbing. He stood before me and ordered me
to pull his boxers down. After fulfilling his wish, he then said, "Suck it off
whore." I hesitated for a moment, which was met with a hard tug on my hair. I
opened my mouth as he guided his rigid dick in. I tried to take in all nine
inches of it, but I gagged. Each time I did he would buck his hips, causing his
cock to ram the back of my throat. Finally I felt his dick pulsate and he
sprayed his hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop of it, the taste
was rather arousing. I noticed I wasn't tired anymore, and was actually
enjoying my punishment.

He lifted me to the bed, and positioned me on my hands and knees. "Remember how
I once told you I would fuck your virgin ass if you disobeyed me," he asked.
"Yes, Master." "Well that's what I'm going to do," he teased, "and I'm not
going to use any lubrication either." I knew immediately this was going to hurt
like hell. I lay still, trying to relax. He pressed his hard member against my
unravished ass. With a powerful lunge he thrust into my asshole. All I could do
was moan and whimper. he pushed in and out, each one harder and faster than the
one before. He shot another load of cum in my body, then lay down. He thought
for awhile about what he wanted to do next. Finally, he said, "Go into the
bathroom, fill the basin with warm water, get a washcloth, and wash my dick
off." I headed for the door, my violated ass in pain. "Yes, Master," I replied.

I returned from the bathroom to finish my task. "That water better be the right
temperature, or you'll lick it clean." I squeezed a drop onto his stomach. "Is
that good enough, Master?" "Yeah, that's fine." I washed the whole length of
his shaft, and around his balls. His flaccid cock, became hard again in a short
amount of time. "Dammit why does he have to be so horny all the time," I
thought.

He placed me on my back, drawing my legs over his shoulders. He pressed a warm
kiss on my lips, and I knew he'd forgiven me. I felt him rub the head of his
dick against my clit. I quickly became wet with pleasure. He pushed in until
his ball rested on my ass. His pace grew faster, as my pussy clamped around his
cock. I was ready to cum. My uncontrolled erotic moans filled the room. My
juices flowed freely onto his dick, and down my legs.

He lay down beside me, my bruised tits against his smooth chest. He gently ran
his fingers over the welts on my thighs. "Why'd you make me hurt you like
that," he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Rough day my sweet slave?" "Yes,
Master." "Well you better get some sleep then, tomorrow will be even rougher."
I kissed his lips. "Yes, Master," I said, as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.