“In position,” he demanded. She spread her legs slightly, raised her arms and rested her lower arms against the wall, palms flat. He leaned into her; she could feel his breath in her neck. He reached around her and cupped her breasts.
“Whose tits are these?” he asked softly in her ear. She shivered a bit, cringing away from his mouth.
“Yours, Sir,” she answered. He noticed her movement, but left it for the time being. His hand slipped to her pussy, and this he also cupped.
“Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours, Sir.” He slid a finger into her. He brought his slick digit to her nose and then to her mouth, chuckling. She sucked his finger clean, blushing. He stepped back and run his hand over the curve of her backside.
“Whose ass is this?”
“Yours, Sir.” For a second she could feel no contact, then a sharp slap to her ass. She gasped. He continued to caress her buttocks for a while, and then he spread them apart and pressed a finger against her tight hole.
“Whose asshole is this?” She tensed, not answering. He pressed harder against it.
“Yours, Sir!” she said quickly. He continued the pressure against it for a little bit longer and then let his hands continue roaming. Again he leaned into her. He kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder. She tensed her shoulders and dropped her head, trying to subtly push him away from her neck. George loved how she was so sensitive in the area around her neck and ears. He grabbed her hair and forced her head upright. He licked all the way up from the bottom of her neck to her ear, then inside her ear. She squirmed, trying not to pull away.
“Whose neck is this,” he demanded. She did not answer, focusing on staying in position as he continued to lick inside her ear. She had goose bumps all over her lower body. He bit down on her neck. He pulled her hair tighter until she cried out.
“Whose is it, slut?”
“Yours… It’s yours, Sir,” she gasped out. He did not relent. He nibbled on her ear.
“Whose ears are these?” She groaned, rolling her head until he forced it upright again. He bit her ear harder.
“Yours Sir,” she moaned.
“Fetch the collar,” he growled, and threw her to the floor.
She crawled back to the bed, picked it up and hobbled awkwardly back to him. He laughed at how comic she looked, using only one arm crawling. He had once punished her for putting something in her mouth. He did not want her slobber all over his things.
She kneeled in front of him and presented the collar to him in both her hands. He took it from her, waiting for her to lift her hair out of the way. After he fastened it around her neck tightly he lifted her chin.
“Who am I?” he asked. She considered this. Somehow he had never really asked this from her. She could not and did not want to say Master. Not yet.
“Sir,” she said tentatively, and then added, “my Sir.” He seemed satisfied with the answer.
“Who are you?” She thought about this too, and saw where he was going. He did notice her anger then. She blushed.
“I am your whore, Sir.”
“Fetch the crop.”
She crawled to the cupboard and repeated the funny hobble back to him.
“Get your ass on the bed, now.” She held out the crop to him. He did not take it from her, he just raised a brow. Somewhat confused, she crawled back to the bed. Only when she was in the right position with her face in the pillows and her backside raised did he take it from her.
“I do not appreciate being called a bastard,” he remarked. “Also, what is mine I will have whenever and however I want. I don’t like my orders being challenged.” It was a mere statement. It was like he was talking to himself. He chuckled. “And I missed half my movie, tsk!” Zoë felt that she was not required to comment. She simply waited for the first strike to fall with closed eyed. She craved the kiss of the crop as much as she respected and almost feared it.
“Count for me, girl,” he said, followed by the first swing. Zoë listened to the swish, the thwack and grunted from the burst of pain.
“One, Sir,” she said as soon as she could.
“That’s not how I taught you to count. Let’s restart.” Zoë searched her mind for the right wording, not preparing at all for the next strike. When it landed she was so surprised that she cried out.
“One. I’m a dirty little whore, Sir.”
“Good girl!”
The next two strikes were harder, but she only grunted at each again. The third strike fell on her upper thigh and she stiffened her whole body to accommodate the sting.
“Four. I’m a dirty little whore, Sir.” The last two were even harder. The scream died in her throat, coming out as a slight exclamation.
“Six. I’m a dirty little whore, Sir.”
“Now, come for me, my little whore.” He kissed her forehead and continued watching the film.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed, tossing the crop aside. He slipped into bed with her, and she repositioned herself, lying as she had done earlier with her head on his chest. He rewinded the movie to where she had last paid some sort of attention. He reached into the bedside table’s drawer and took out a vibe, giving it to her.
The End
Lessons Learned
Ayva had always wished that Dick would be her Master, and despaired. It always seemed that if Dick knew what she wanted he would do the opposite. But Ayva was so enamored with the concept that she had pretended. She imagined his orders, and obeyed. She offered herself to him without limits, begging him to tell her what he wanted, how she may be more pleasing to him. She told him he was her Master. Dick looked perplexed and somehow at a loss at Ayva’s antics. But sometimes he did little things to appease her and most of the time Ayva was satisfied with that. Ayva told herself she was satisfied with baby steps. She did not realize how far they had taken her.
Ayva lay in the hot water of the bathtub, listening to Dick slamming things around the kitchen, muttering and cursing about the cupboard doors, not being able to find things, generally being Dick. Ayva had no idea why he was complaining about the kitchen so much. She had cleaned it up really good yesterday afternoon despite the pain. Dick had said, “Clean up the kitchen and run the dishwasher.” A precious command, one of the few he had ever given her. It did not matter that her back was in constant spasms, she cleaned up the kitchen. He had given the direction yesterday morning before leaving for work and her back had gone out right after lunch.
As the water cooled Ayva looked idly at the myriad little bruises scattered down her legs. It had taken them about twenty four hours to show up. There was a small rug burn on her knee and a few more on the tops of her toes of one of her feet. She knew they matched the little on one the tip of her nose. She wondered what hand prints on her ass looked like but the stiffness in her back had kept her from twisting around to look.
Ayva knew that she would have to get up out of the bathtub soon and carefully planned on how she was going to manage this. It seemed like the slightest movement could make her whole back seize up and only the fear of making worse kept her from falling to her knees.
Dick had been very attentive, helping with all the little things, feeding her, bringing her medicine, helping her dry off, even helping her put on her panties. It was impossible to lean over. But his manner was amused and not a little satisfied.
Ayva thought back to the email she had sent a friend early in the morning after it had happened. As usual she had been unable to sleep in his bed with him and slipped away to write and to think about the lessons she had learned that evening.
I learned something important last night. My husband is my Master, completely and totally, just because it did not look the way i expected it to; it did not mean it was not there.
I have a personality flaw, a thinking error that i am completely aware of and manage to keep control of most of the time but sadly sometimes i become a little crazy. And i did it again yesterday. If he does not make love to me, i tend to interpret that as rejection. He sometimes goes long periods of time without initiating intimacy and will refuse me if i ask him to make love to me. (Not scenes, just plain old “please hold me under the covers” loving). I become increasingly whiny and demanding and irritable. I am perfectly aware that this is not helpful… but it is amazing how crazy can keep going even when the sane person inside your head is yelling stop.
His being sick the last two months has not helped with this. My fears and anxiety about his illness and his tendency to withdraw even further when he does not feel good, increased that gap between us. He is much better but still was not “paying attention” to me. And i had a tantrum last night. Because i completely totally hate the idea that he is perhaps making love to me because he is “indulging” me and not because he wants me, i told him not to bother. Then i said that i take it all back that i did NOT want him to be my Master, that he could just be my husband, that I did not want to be good anymore and then I got quite rude and very disrespectful. He began to spank me and I told him he could not do that anymore.
LOL… i found out that once you give it… at least at my house… you cannot take it back. After a pretty dramatic wrestling match i found myself hogtied with an extension cord and getting my bottom blistered. It still hurts to sit.
We will probably never have any spoken rules, and my leash will be long, but it does not mean it was not there.
He is justifiably pretty angry at me and keeps giving me looks, like “i dare you to try that again” looks that i think are calculated to communicate to me that i better fucking behave myself. That being good is not my choice. He gave me a direct order to sleep in our bed. (We rarely sleep together because i can’t sleep, after 3 hours of lying there thinking i slipped back upstairs. He just followed me up and gave me the look again and i pleaded that i could not sleep and i tried for 3 hours. I asked if he wanted me to come back to bed and he growled that he would think about it but then went back to bed without me…)
And i find myself in a very pensive mood. I am a little angry and a little amused at myself for all this time thinking, just because it did not look like the way i expected, it to look that it was not there. That it had been there all along and i had it in my hand and did not appreciate it for what it was. I still have my Master/husband/lover, like i said it is not mine to take back. And he is not going to allow me to stop being his.
And i feel a little overwhelmed and a lot guilty… and for some inexplicable reason still a little angry at him… because he is not one to say things out loud, to say what is or is not true… he is very emotionally secretive, distant and in many, many ways mysterious to me. I want it to be easier, to have him tell me exactly what the rules are, what he wants from me, but i know i have to accept it for what it is.
So i am owned and i do have a MASTER. I had it all along. SURPRISE…
After a few hours of being awake Ayva slipped back downstairs. She did not usually do that but today things felt a lot different.
When she woke in the morning much of the anger had dissipated and she knelt at Dick’s feet and laid her face on his knee. “I’m sorry.”
He did not speak.
She looked up at him and whispered, “How may I serve you.”
Dick rolled his eyes and then muttered, “Get me some more coffee.”
As he left for work today she asked him again. “Is there anything you want me to do while you are at work today?”
Again he rolled his eyes and frowned and then said, “Clean up the kitchen and run the dishwasher even if it isn’t full.”
Ayva worked on her stories and emailed friends most of the day, watching the clock. Typically she was waiting until the last minute to do the cleaning. It was around 3:00 pm when she reached behind her back to adjust the cushion she was leaning against and ‘pop’ something clicked or snapped and she felt a stabbing pain in her back. “Damn it!”
The last thing she needed was Dick getting all apprehensive about hurting her. She stood up and the muscles repeatedly tried to contract and cramp up. She literally forced herself to relax and went and cleaned the kitchen. It only took a little while but it was a ballet of trying to appease the angry pain in her body and get the work done all the same.
She took some anti-inflammatory medication and got out an ice pack and tried to find a marginally comfortable position on the couch.
Dick came home and Ayva casually mentioned that she was having some back pain and did not get up off the couch. Dick laughed and said that she shouldn’t have fought so hard, and went to sleep in his chair. Ayva sat as long as she could and then moved into the guest room, and trying very hard not to cry out and wake him, lay down on her back, carefully secreting her icepack between the mattress and the knot in her back.
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It was late in the evening when Ayva could not stand laying there doing nothing any longer and carefully, agonizingly eased her feet to the floor and levered herself to stand. Dick had moved and was asleep on the couch, her couch. She eyed his big recliner and put some pillows on it to help support her, put her laptop within reach and gingerly lowered herself to sit.
Her friend had written her back, speaking of her more structured relationship with her husband/Master. Talking about how her Master handled her disobedience. Her friend had mentioned that perhaps Ayva had had a wish answered.
Ayva wrote back.
In the ‘be careful what you wish for category’… our little um “learning experience” of yesterday was very strenuous. I DID NOT COOPERATE. I fought him every inch of the way. I have never done that with anyone ever in my life. I made no attempt to attack or hurt him but i did everything within my power to escape. He literally overpowered me, pinned me to the floor with my arms twisted up behind my back, held me there until i was too tired to fight any more, and then reached for the closest thing within reach (and extension cord) and tied me up… pulled down my pants and then gave me the spanking i said he could not do (like you i am not a crier, i hollered a lot, but never once felt like crying) … After that the sex was very strenuous… “Stand up, lean over and put your hands on the floor.” kind of strenuous…
and because the universe has a cruel sense of humor… and i am a little old for this silliness… my back has gone into spasms.
Dick has been helpful and empathetic… if not sympathetic. It is now in the ‘see you should behave yourself category’, but i must say i was stuck laying flat on my back with ice packs most this afternoon. I am just barely up, carefully supported with more ice packs and checking my emails. This is only the second time in my life that i have had any back pain.
Because every D/s relationship is unique… and my Dick is a very unusual person we will probably never have a structured Master/sub relationship. He hates rules, he is not consistent. He would rather do things for himself than be bothered with telling me what to do. He could not be less interested in monitoring my behavior. Or having rules like set a place at the table or sit here, or wait for me to eat. Like i said my leash is quite long. So long i did not realize it was there until i decided to try and (even as a rebellious gesture) take it off and got jerked up off my feet.
I was not serious about leaving him. It was just the crazy part of me that feels like he does not want me sometimes. It is not even about being horny, it’s about wanting to feel loved and valued. He is pretty emotionally distant a lot of the time and making love is one of those times i can feel close to him. He has a pattern of teasing me with it… acting like maybe today… oh never mind… go sit down. Sex is one of those places that the leash is very short.
Part of me likes my freedom, but there is part of me that wishes for more structure. I wonder which one is the stronger. I may never find out.
I am over the angry feelings. And he seems more amused by the whole incident than pissed. I was having trouble getting situated and got a little tangled up in my computers power cord and while he was helping me get straightened out, he teased me that i must have liked the extension cord yesterday, to get this twisted up in wires so soon.
The husband and Master to her friend had read her email and written back that Ayva seemed quite good at pushing buttons but that he understood she must have been very frustrated. He spoke of how he handled discipline in their home, speaking of transgressions and punishments. Ayva wrote back.
I certainly did push a button… and it pushed right back… or perhaps i ran to end of my long leash and had my feet snapped out from under me…
One time i heard or read that each person in a relationship is comfortable with a certain emotional distance… some people need more, some people need less… that in a relationship some agreed upon (either openly or tacitly) distance exists. And if one person in this little game moves too close the other naturally backs away… and in most relationships there is a pursuer and a retreater. I do know that when i get withdrawn Dick is all over me… intruding, demanding… i suspect when i try to play the sub/pet/slave a little too enthusiastically he finds that moving into his comfort zone and he becomes more distant.
It is a dance, a cosmic dance with two hearts revolving around each other… a binary system, attracted by mutual desire… yet at the same time trying to leave orbit for fear of crashing too hard against the other, kept at a safe distance by our own momentum and fears… (And when the madness takes me… i mindlessly test the gravity… pulling and pushing at those invisible bonds). I count myself lucky that Dick has the strength to put us back into balance.
Procedure? Transgression? Punishment? I was in all out rebellion. I wasn’t just bad… i was worse… it was very uncharacteristic of me… and yet i think i needed to do it to see and feel that there was a limit in our relationship. He will never have any rules that are overt, spoken… when i ask him what he wants or if he liked this or that… he refuses to answer directly and retreats from me further… and when he becomes too remote… his orbit taking him away from me… and i find myself feeling lost… i can’t feel the gravity anymore… you say frustration… i say panic… like i am falling… that’s when the madness takes me…
There will be few if any formally stated rules in this dance of ours, and fewer formal punishments. But the leash is there holding me from falling too far.
The universe does have a perverse sense of humor and i am dealing with back pain now. Perhaps there is such a thing as karma. Or perhaps i am punishing myself…
This was meant to be a quick short note… silly me… and here i go all Carl Sagan on you…
Ayva read the last email to Dick before she sent it. When she spoke of punishments he snorted in derision. “Your punishment will be what I decide.” But he nodded at her statement about his strength to put back the balance. And he laughed at the Carl Sagan statement.
Dick had decided that a soak in hot water would be good for her and ran the bath and helped her to stand and undress. He was there to help her balance as she carefully put one foot and then the other into the steaming water. He nodded in satisfaction as she eased herself down into the bath. “Good, heat is better than cold.”
Ayva wasn’t sure he was right about that. The ice seemed to be helping. But she knew better than argue, not with her Master.
The End
Surrendered
Ethan and I met on a forum for Christian singles interested in the domestic discipline lifestyle. While he had grown up in such a household, I had been fatherless and spoiled all my life. At the time I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted for myself but I was curious.
There has always been something in me that has been attracted to the concept of submission and to men worth the honor of my submitting to them. I don’t know why. I’ve long since given up asking myself that or trying to decide if I’m crazy or kinky, or whatever. I’ve learned to just accept myself the way I am and I think I’m lucky, because many people live their entire lives and never do.
About Ethan. He’s 6'2, and clean cut with hazel eyes and a good build from working on his father’s farm. He majored in agricultural science in college. Highly intelligent, affectionate, and a real Southern gentleman, he completely swept me off my feet from the very beginning. I never stood a chance.
We had our differences. I was a city girl and I’d majored in English, being more of the scholarly type than he was. I intended to study library science in graduate school, but ended up being a housewife instead. I reign Queen over a nice house with a fair sized amount of land. I spend my days making things nice for myself and my family. Being June Cleaver may not suit everyone, but it suits me.
Despite my curiosity, at the time of our marriage I was still very unsure about the whole domestic discipline thing. Ethan was though. He maintained that his parents had practiced it for twenty five years of marriage and were completely happy. And he was right. His parents are the kind of people that other couples look to in envy.
But that wasn’t what led me to accept his proposal. I married him because I was truly, deeply, whole heartedly in love with him. When you’re in love, you’re willing to do anything in the world for that special person. I knew that Ethan loved me and I knew he’d never hurt me, so when he asked me to marry him I never had a second thought.
I didn’t go into the marriage without apprehension. Despite what I’d read and conversations we’d had, I wasn’t sure quite what to expect. He never once tried to lay a finger on me during our courtship. “A man has no business spanking a woman who isn’t his wife any more than he has making love to her.” he told me once.
As the date of the wedding grew nearer I had many questions about myself. Could I really be the woman he needed me to be? Would the life of a housewife really be fulfilling? What about the discipline? What if I came to fear or resent Ethan? What if I wasn’t tough enough to take it?
His mother had the most helpful answer to that last one.
“It isn’t about being strong or tough. The point of the whole thing is to eliminate stubborn, stiff-necked tendencies. It’s not about power…it’s about giving up power. It’s about complete trust in your mate. Do you trust Ethan?”
Yes, I did. And that’s why I married him.
Our honeymoon was just like anyone else’s would have been. We were away for two glorious weeks with only each other to think about. He was my first and I was his, and that’s a rare thing in this day and age.
Once we were back we set to work starting our new life together. I bustled around getting our nest in order and he went out and worked on the farm. I was happy, but still had a slight, edgy feeling of dread. I knew what my expected wifely duties were and I was still afraid of disappointing him.
It was toward the end of the first week back from our honeymoon as we were sitting on the porch steps drinking iced tea and watching the sun go down when he said casually, “Tomorrow I plan to give you your first spanking, Beth.”
My fingers tightened nervously on the glass. “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“No. You’ve been wonderful. This is just how this kind of relationship is kept healthy and well oiled. Regular discipline keeps gender roles firmly in place, and frankly, I think it’s good for woman’s emotional nature. My mother….who by the way gets one spanking a week…says it’s a good stress reliever. Honey, you’ve been like a hampster on a wheel all this week.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“I know. And a good cry will be good for you.” he said in a reasonable tone" And too….there’s an intimacy to it. You don’t understand yet, but you will."
“When exactly?”
“Tomorrow night after dinner. If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous too. I’ve never spanked a woman before.”
This was not overly comforting. It must have showed on my face.
“I won’t enjoy hurting you, you know. Some things are just necessary. It hurt when I took your virginity, didn’t it?”
Yes, it had. And I was still so tight that I felt discomfort whenever we made love…but the reward was well worth it. That’s just how some things are in life. I set down my glass and snuggled up against him. “I love you Ethan. Whatever you want.”
The moment of reckoning came after dinner the following day, just as he had warned me. Ethan had come in from checking the animals and said simply, “Beth, go up to our room, undress and wait for me in the chair by the window. I’ll be up after the news. Sit quietly and prepare yourself for your spanking.”
I did as he asked, following his orders with shaking hands and fingers. It was alarming to be so at the mercy of another person, and yet what a beautiful thing to have such love and trust.
I had to wait for a torturous half hour. I knew it would hurt and dreaded it. “If a man doesn’t bring his wife to tears, then he has failed her.” Ethan told me once. “Tears show that the spanking has done it’s job. Trust me….you’ll understand when you experience it.”
Nervously, I glanced at the basket beside the chair. It contained a cane, a belt, and a bath brush. I had a horror of the cane from an account his mother had told me of one being used on her once. She’d had welts for a week afterwards, but oddly enough, didn’t seem to mind. “I’d deserved it and after it was all over, I thanked him sincerely.” she’d summed it all up.
I could not imagine myself thanking anyone for putting welts on me and hoped I would never have the occasion.
My eyes moved to the belt, a supple length of thick brown leather. It looked wicked, like a whip out of some movie about the Middle Ages. The bath brush didn’t look much better as it was heavy and made of thick, solid wood.
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It was a relief when he finally came but there was a steely look to his eyes and a note of authority in his voice that was new to me. He sat down near me on the edge of the bed and said, “I’m going to spank you because I love you. I’ll be gentle this first time but it will still hurt. A spanking must hurt to be effective. Every Friday at this same time I intend to spank you. After this I’ll want you to come up here and get ready without being told.”
He paused, as though waiting for me to reply, but I was silent, head bowed. Suddenly I felt very humiliated by the whole thing and couldn’t meet his eyes. He was my best friend and lover but suddenly he had an air of authority about him that I felt compelled to respect. It was like sitting beside a stranger.
“Come over here and lay across my lap.” he instructed.
For the first time ever I didn’t want to go to him. At the same time, I knew I had to or it would only make things worse. Besides which, I wanted him to be pleased and proud of me, and that more than anything gave me the strength I needed to cross the distance between us.
My heart was pounding very fast as he hooked one arm around my waist to secure me over his knee. I felt ridiculously awkward and ungraceful hanging there like that like a bad little girl being punished for having a messy room. After one final warning to stay still, it began as his hand came down soundly on my bottom. It stung, but I think I was more startled by it than hurt. His hand came down again and began a constant rain of solid swats.
I closed my eyes and was glad he couldn’t see my face which I’m sure was scarlet. Yet despite the humiliation, I was experiencing an odd sort of epiphany as I lay there over my husband’s knee while he spanked my backside redder than my face. There was something strangely comforting about giving myself over to him so completely. I became more aware of my femininity and I became aware of a strange undercurrent of sexual energy that was almost palpable.. Maybe it was just because he’d never seemed so strong and…male…before.
“I think you’re having a little too much fun.” he commented, though there was a slight twinge of amusement in his words. He almost sounded like himself again, my best friend, rather than the authoritarian stranger that he’d become when he’d walked in the room. I felt him lean down and reach under the bed for something and had only a moment to feel concern before something slapped across my bottom so hard that I gave an involuntary shriek of pain and surprise. It felt like the sole of one of my slippers, which indeed it proved to be.
Now he spanked me harder and faster and I realized that he had been gentle before. What I didn’t realize was that he was still being extremely gentle…it just didn’t seem so at the time. My bottom was starting to burn like fire and I was beginning to wonder if he’d ever stop. It was getting to be a struggle to stay still and accept what he was giving me. Again and again the slipper found it’s mark, searing my already chafed skin. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to hold out.
Finally I broke. Without warning, as suddenly as water spilling from a glass, all resistance ran out of me and I started to cry. For a moment I sensed hesitation on his part but then he only spanked me harder. I continued to sob quietly for another five minutes or so and found it strangely cathartic. It was just such a relief to give in to his will and submit myself to him body and soul. I’ve never felt anything quite so profound.
It was a few seconds before I realized that he’d stopped. When he let me up and I looked in his face I saw strong emotion in his eyes. Realizing that he’d also found this hard overwhelmed me with love for him.
I slid to the floor and settled between his knees. “Thank you.” I whispered, wiping away tears. It just seemed to be the right and natural thing to say somehow. I felt lax and warm and very aware of my femininity…of his masculinity as well. “Ethan….let me…” I whispered, reaching for the button of his jeans. “Let me do this for you. I want to love you like this…right here…on my knees.” Another thing that felt completely natural although I’d never done it before.
Eyes bright with passion, he nodded.
I unfastened his pants and freed his erection. Although I was inexperienced, I let instinct guide me. I made love to him with my mouth, sliding my lips up and down his length. His evident pleasure emboldened me and I found myself intoxicated by his musky, masculine scent and taste. I found that I was getting as much pleasure in giving as he was in receiving.
“Get ready, Beth.” he ground out with sudden urgency.
Hot, sticky fluid filled my mouth. After the first shock I found that the sensation gave me pleasure. There was just something so raw and intimate about tasting my husband’s semen while my backside still tingled from his spanking.
We locked eyes while he finished and then he said gruffly, “Come here.”
This time I had no hesitation in climbing into his arms. Urgently, almost roughly, he pulled me onto the bed and laid me on my back, parting my thighs.
I hadn’t realized how desperately aroused I was until his fingers plunged inside me and he lowered his head to lap my swollen clitoris with his tongue. My senses already heightened by the spanking, it took all of thirty seconds for him to make me writhe and claw at the sheets with a pleasure so intense that it almost bordered on pain.
Afterwards he held me, and I found myself crying again, though I couldn’t think why. “Now you understand.” he told me, kissing my forehead.
“Did I please you?” I asked wistfully.
“Very much — I’m so proud of you. You held so still for me and…well….what came after was a nice touch. I can’t think of any better way for a woman to show submission and love to her husband than that.”
“I enjoyed it…I liked how you tasted.”
“So you should. It’s natural for a woman to crave her husband’s body…..as I crave yours.”
I drifted off to sleep shortly after that, wrapped in his arms and the sweetness of his words feeling utterly content, satisfied, and surrendered.
The End
Night
You wake up to someone rolling you over. Still groggy with sleep, you don’t realize what is happening until you feel your arms grabbed and a body straddling you.
You wake all the way up, fear shooting through you as you feel a strap go around one wrist and then the other. The straps are tight and you struggle to get free. You recognize the scent of your master but your fear doesn’t lessen. Your arms stretched above you as you try to wiggle free. Hands capture your left leg and you try to push him off of you as he straps your leg down. A covers your mouth and you hear a voice softly whisper to you.
“None of that, darling, if you don’t behave I will have to punish you worse than what you are already going to get.”
It almost doesn’t sound like him but you could be wrong… it smells like him and feels like him.
You feel a playful slap on your inner thigh as his hands grab your free leg and you feel the restraints tighten around her ankle. The bed shifts as he gets off and you hear him moving around. The sounds and your helplessness only add to your excitement as you shiver with fear and anticipation.
“Do you know why you need to be punished?” His voice whispers, close to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck as he waits for your answer.
“No sir, I was sleeping and I have been good all day,” You respond.
“Ah yes, sleeping… that is the problem.”
“I was tired.”
“Did you forget I told you I had plans for you tonight?”
“No sir, I just …. I am sorry sir, I was tired.”
“I don’t want excuses darling one, I wanted you awake.”
“I’m sorry sir; if you untie me I will be happy to make it up to you.”
“Oh, you will but not before I am done with you.”
You barely contain your excitement as his breath leaves your neck and you feel his hands on you… stroking you, His fingers are tender and soft, teasing his way all over your body. Your breath quickens as his fingers make their way down lower, going over your breasts. Down your stomach and brushes just above your pussy but then he stops and you almost growl as his hands retreat from you. Struggling against your restraints, you want to ask him to touch you but you stay quiet but he knows. You know he knows what he is doing to you. He knows you too well and his touch sets your skin on fire. You ice cross your skin starting at your neck, it is so cold as he moves the cube downward. He lingers on each of your nipples, the ice cube moving slowly, circling each one in turn. He takes it away as you shiver with cold but still longing for it back or at least his touch.
The restraints on your legs are loosened and he rolls you over. Your arms twist in your bonds as he you feel his power over you. Picking up your legs you feel him slide underneath you, your ass on his lap. His hand slides between your legs and he lets out a snort of laughter as he reaches your dripping wet pussy.
“My little slut, always ready and willing.”
“Only for you sir.”
“Good answer but not enough to make up for being asleep.”
His hand comes down hard on your ass and you let out a yelp of pain.
“Count for me, slut.”
“One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten.” You count out.
He stops at ten and his hand gently massages your stinging cheeks. You bury your face in a pillow to hide from the pain. It wasn’t a soft spanking and it wasn’t too hard but it still hurt, though it made you tingle all over.
“And one more for knowing,” He says spanking you one last time.
“11”
“You know, baby, that was for your own good. You need to be punished when you do something wrong.”
“I know sir, I am sorry sir.”
“It’s okay, I had something special planned for you and I was very disappointed when I found you sleeping.”
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“Aww, I am sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Okay then,” he says sliding out from underneath you.
Rolling you over and tying you legs back down, his hands explore you again. His touch is gentle and soft but you long for more. His lips kiss all over your body, almost like they are following his hands. You strain against his bonds but you can’t get free. You want to please him, to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him inside you but you can’t break free. He kisses you fiercely and when he is done, strokes your hair softly. You feel his fingers slide over your clit and across your lips. You can tell he smiling that smug smile of his that smile that says he knows he has you and you wouldn’t give it up for anything.
His fingers slide into you and you moan as they do, you can’t help it; he knows how to touch you. His fingers going in and out of you as his thumb plays with your clit. You moan, louder and struggle more as he holds you in his power. Suddenly, you feel his lips on yours as he kisses you, silencing you for the moment. You respond with furious passion as you kiss him back your desire to feel him inside you driving you mad.
“Does my little slut want something?” He whispers, his hand continuing to tease you.
“Oh god yes, please sir; fuck me.”
“Are you sure? I thought you were tired.”
“Please fuck me sir, please take me. I need you inside me.”
His weight leaves the bed and you almost scream as his hands leave you. You hear some rustling and then the back door opens and closes. You wait and wait for him to return but it seems like a long time before you hear the door again.
“Sir?’ You ask the night.
You feel the bed shift and his body on top of you. You almost yelp but it changes to a moan as he slides into you. You pussy so filled by him and he slowly thrusts in and out of you. You want him to lose that control but you know he won’t.
“Do you like that baby doll? Do you like me being inside you?”
“Oh yes please fuck me … please please please.”
“You feel so good darling. You are so ready to for me.”
“I love the way you feel, please don’t stop.”
He thrusts in and out of you and you move with him. You love the way he takes you and the way he makes you feel. His control over you is overwhelming and intense.
He may punish you but he loves you and cherishes you. You have never felt safer or more loved. These thoughts race through your mind as you come closer and closer to climaxing.
“Cum for me darling, cum on me baby,” he says as he continues to fuck you.
“I’m cumming,” You moan out after he has given you permission.
It is intense as you orgasm… your cum covering him as he continues to slide in and out of you. You feel him tense up and he cums deep inside you … you’re his to fill.
He leans down and kisses you, tenderly; you return the kiss but it is soon broken. He unties you from the bed. You reach out and hold onto him, kissing his neck as you do.
“I love you sir.”
“I love you too darling. I have something for you,” he says reaching under the bed,
“What is it?”
“This,” He says as he puts your first collar around your neck. You can’t see it but it doesn’t matter. He kisses you and holds onto as you both lay back down on the bed. You fall asleep in his arms, knowing that you are safe and owned.
The End
Aftermath
For a moment the only sound that she could hear was her laboured breathing. Focusing her mind on it, grasping it as her only link to reality, she forced herself to breathe deeply and evenly. Slowly her other senses came back. First and foremost was feeling: she was stiff and uncomfortable, and her skin prickled, not unlike severe sunburn. Then thought came rushing back that had her filled with sickening remorse and a little something else.
She had disappointed Him deeply, she knew. It was the one thing He said He would never tolerate of her. She blinked back the tears as she remembered exactly how tolerable He had been. It didn’t help one bit either, she thought chidingly, that she now had an overwhelming desire between her legs.
She shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort in her limbs.
“Ah, look who’s back,” a Voice said out of the dark corner. She stiffened. The Voice did not at all seem to be in an amiable mood. She tilted her head in an awkward angle to look at Him. He was glaring at her over His reading glasses, His book now lying idly open on His lap. She opened her mouth to reply, but could think of nothing to say.
“How do you feel, pet,” He asked after a while, with a compassion that she could not imagine He still had for her. A choking sound escaped her mouth and she could no longer look at Him. When she turned her gaze away He stood up abruptly and knelt down beside her. He took her chin between his thumb and index finger and turned her head toward Him.
“I’m fine, Master,” she whispered.
“You’re lying to me again, damnit! Tell me, girl,” He replied, only slightly raising His voice.
“I hurt, Master, on the inside,” she admitted. He removed His hand from her face and snorted.
“I need you to be honest with me, always. There is no trust without truth. I worked so hard to gain your trust. I thought you realized how important it is. Clearly not.”
He looked deeply into her eyes, trying to read her understanding. She said nothing, showed no sign or indication that she even heard him.
She knew what He said was true. What made her so ashamed that she could not even reply was that this was actually her thing, her campaign. If He was the one who had lied to her, even the little sort of lie she told, He would have never heard the end of it. She might even have left. She felt disgusted with herself.
“You hurt only on the inside? Well, then I have not done my job properly.” With that he moved out of her sight. She cursed herself silently. A swish through the air told her that she had been right to suspect that her punishment was not over yet. However, they both knew that she could not take much more.
“Please, Master,” she begged. A swish! A yelp! Then the tears that had been threatening all day finally started flowing. He put the whip down and went to her again.
“I’m… sniff… sorry,” she managed when He lightly twisted His finger on the stray lock on her forehead.
“I know, pet,” He said, laughing softly, “until next time…” He deftly undid her bonds, warning her not to move. He sat down on the sofa again.
She let her feelings control her body while she cried, and then slowly calmed down. She knew He forgave her. The only thing left was for her to forgive herself. She’ll figure that out later, she decided. She just could not understand how he could so lightly get over their problems. He could so easily work things out. Not that she thought of her whipping as easy. It’s just the effortless way He had of making her feel the way she did, moulding her to His wishes. When her breathing returned to normal she was once again aware of the little itch she had, now becoming quite a big urge. She risked a glance at her Master and slowly started to stretch her legs out straight. She heard the couch creak and knew the slight movement of her Master to be a warning, which she promptly ignored. With another nervous glance, she started rubbing her wrists and flexing her fingers.
He shook His head, but she also saw the slight smile playing on His mouth so she let her finger travel up her arm to her shoulder. Soon her fingers came across a welt. She grimaced a little, and then continued her exploration. She bit on her lip when her fingers found her breast, her nipple. Her Master lifted His head, frowned slightly, and then sat back, crossing his legs, clearly ready for a show.
She rolled onto her back on the coffee table, for a moment swamped in the pain of her raw skin in contact with the rough surface. She caressed her breasts and nipples until the mist in her mind cleared. Soon her one hand started wandering again, until it found the specific place she most desperately needed to be touched.
She heard her Master move again, and had a small conflict inside where she knew she had to seek His permission, but her body was too high to care. She started slowly, in small circles, touching lightly. However, it soon became frantic movements. He watched her, waited, and listened to her moans. He saw the tell-tale sign of her hips starting to buck.
Suddenly she felt His hands firmly around both her wrists, forcing her to stop. Her eyes, which had closed in her desire, flew open with shock, yet she groaned in frustration. She tried half-heartedly to release herself from His grip. He simply held on tighter, until it was painful for her.
“Lovely show, pet,” He said with a devious smile, “you know you have to be punished for that, though, don’t you?”
The End
Snowed In
It had been another freezing cold Friday night and snowing out. Just another late night in front of the TV drinking beer and trying to keep warm. I was starting to think about going to bed when I heard a knock at my front door.
Who the fuck could that be at this time of night? I think to myself.
I go to the door and call out, “Who is it?”
“I’m really sorry to disturb you so late, but yours was the only house with a light on and my car has broken down. Could I please use your phone?”
I open the door to find this cute, and my guess pretty young librarian type looking girl standing there, freezing in the snow.
“Come in quick, you must be freezing.”
“I’m real sorry to intrude like this, I know it is very late.” she says as she steps inside. I now notice she also speaks with an accent. Maybe Australian or British even?
“It’s no problem, I was still up. What happened to your car? I might be able to help.”
She looks at me uncertainly. She is a real little cutie, early 20s, dark hair pulled up in this tight bun and clear green eyes twinkling behind a pair of glasses.
“Well, as I was driving along when my accelerator just went right to the floor and the car lost speed, and the engine won’t rev.”
I winced. That was not good.
“Oh no. What does that mean?”
“Sounds to me like your timing belt. You’re going to need a tow and I doubt you will get one with the snow this heavy out and this late.”
“Oh shit.” she mumbles. “I’m so sorry about this. Is it ok if I use your phone?”
“Sure, go ahead and help yourself.” I point to the phone across the room and try not to make it too obvious that I am watching her.
She is so tiny, barely as tall as my shoulders and slim. The suit she is wearing accentuates her curves and as she moves across the room I get my first glimpse of that tight little ass wiggling underneath her fitted skirt. I find myself imagining what it would be like to undo the buttons of her jacket when I feel my dick starting to grow hard.
I quickly sit down to try and hide my rapidly swelling cock when she comes back over to the couch.
“I’m so sorry for all this. I am not getting any answer from my room mate. I’m new in town and I don’t know any one else. I don’t really know what to do now.”
She just looks at me, this completely helpless look on her pretty little face that does absolutely nothing to ease my hard on.
“Well, it is really too late to do anything about it now. You may as well get yourself comfortable here and call for a tow in the morning.” I can’t believe I just invited her to stay the night. “I’ll go get you some blankets and stuff, the couch is pretty comfortable.” I quickly add as I get up, hoping she won’t try and stop me.
“Gee, Thanks so much that is really nice of you. I am so sorry to put you out like this, oh, and I don’t even know your name.” she reaches out to shake my hand and gives me a cute little smile, “I’m Sophie.”
I take her hand and smile right back, “I’m Mark and it’s no problem Sophie.”
As I let go of her hand I swear her eyes settle on my bulging crotch for a second before looking away.
Oh lord, she probably thinks I’m a perv! I turn my back to Sophie quickly and hurry off to get some blankets and things for her.
Surely it was just my imagination. Or was it? I think to myself. Yeah, just wishful thinking I laugh. I grab two pillows and some blankets and take them back to Sophie.
I walk in to see she has taken off her suit jacket and is now wearing a white shirt, the buttons undone just enough to show off a hint of her lovely cleavage. My mind immediately begins to race with desire for this cute little piece of ass which fortunately arrived on my doorstep.
I start to see myself ripping that shirt open, popping off the buttons one by one, and kissing my way down that slender neck of hers. ‘Snap out of it Mark, get a grip.’ I tell myself.
“Here’s some bedding for you Sophie. Would you like something to drink? How about a beer?” I ask.
“A beer would be great about now.” she smiles up at me. I put the bedding down and go to the kitchen for our drinks.
I come back with two beers and now she has taken off her glasses and taken down her hair. Her loose dark curls drop down framing her face and I realise she is not just cute but absolutely beautiful.
“Wow.” I realise I’m just staring at Sophie, “I just mean you look different without your glasses.” I quickly try to recover blushing madly.
She just shyly smiles at me. “Thanks. I think they make me look like a geek, but I can’t drive without them.”
“I wouldn’t say geek, but librarian maybe…” I joke as I hand her a beer, “You’re not are you?”
“Ha ha, close,” she smiles, “school teacher.”
“Really? You look too young.”
“Why? How old do you think I am?” she asks teasingly with one eyebrow cocked.
“Well, before you said anything I would have said early 20’s, but now…”
“Try 28.”
“No shit? Well, you look a lot younger than that.” I’m genuinely surprised.
“I get that a lot.” Sophie just smiles. “So what about you Mark?”
“What about me?” I laugh at the look on her face, “Ok, ok. I’m 29. So tell me, what do you teach?”
“Well, I decided I wanted to travel and I had a friend in Ohio who lined up a temporary teaching job here for me. So I’m here for six months teaching 9th & 10th grade English.”
This explains that cute accent I think to myself.
“I have been having trouble placing your accent. So where are you from?”
“Australia.” she replies.
“With that cute accent, I bet you star in many teenage boys fantasies. I never had any teachers who looked like you when I was in school, but if I did, I may have been there more…” I tease.
Seeing Sophie blush is real cute, but she still has a laugh with me and tells me I’m awful.
So it turns out she is real easy to talk to and we have a lot in common. Before I know it we have been through a six pack and nearly 3 hours have passed when Sophie let’s out a huge yawn.
“Yeah, it is getting really late. I should let you go to sleep Sophie.” I say with instant regret but to my surprise Sophie takes my hand and looks me straight in the eye.
“I really do appreciate everything tonight Mark. There must be a way I can show you how much.”
Without taking her eyes off of me Sophie starts to undo the buttons of her shirt. She looks so sexy the way she is biting her bottom lip as she undoes those buttons.
I realise I’m holding my breath as the shirt slips from Sophie’s shoulders, and she sits there just looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Don’t you want to touch them Mark?” she asks me in the coyest little voice.
I slowly exhale as I look from her eyes to the creamy skin of her tits inside the lacy white bra, back to her beautiful green eyes. Sophie just smiles at me again and gives me an encouraging little nod.
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I reach out and slide the bra strap down off of her shoulder and kiss its smooth skin. She tips head back gasping and arches her back as I kiss my way down her chest. I kiss right down into her soft cleavage.
I reach behind to unhook her bra. It falls and releases those glorious tits. Her nipples are so small and hard and pink. I run my hands over them, and feel her hard little nipples poking at my palms.
I lay Sophie back against the couch as I suck her wondrous titties between my lips one at a time, flicking them with my tongue and kissing them over and over, rolling each nipple gently between my teeth.
She starts to gasp and writhe beneath me, her hands running through my hair.
We kiss with so much passion and I can feel her hands exploring my body, suddenly pulling at my shirt violently, ripping it off over my head. She goes to my belt and starts to undo my jeans. I give her a hand to get them off and then grab hold of her skirt which just slides down over her hips.
Sophie looks so unbelievably sexy laying in front of me in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties. I moan out loud because I can’t decide where I want to start when she suddenly says “Eat my pussy Mark, please, eat me until I cum all over your face.”
I moan again with desire as she spreads her legs wide for me and I can see her panties are wet. I can smell her delicious pussy already and I don’t hesitate for another second. I start licking Sophie’s panties, tasting her wet patch.
I poke my tongue at her panties, stretching them into her pussy until I can’t take it any more. I bite at her crotch taking the panties between my teeth and ripping them clean off of her.
She gasps out aloud. Moaning as she starts to play with her nipples, I plunge my tongue into her hot wet snatch.
“Yes Mark, Oh Yes! Eat my pussy, mmmmmmmmmm, god that feels so good!!!!” She cries out from underneath me.
Her taste is so incredible, I want more. I suck her hard little clit into my mouth and slide a finger into that tight little pussy. Her hips start to rock faster and faster. I start to massage her clit with my thumb as she rides my hand. I take my finger out of her pussy and slide it into her mouth letting her taste her own pussy juices.
We kiss again with so much desire. She sucks my tongue deep into her mouth; I think to myself how I can’t wait for it to be my cock.
As her hands run down my body I decide I’m not quite finished tasting her yet. I flip Sophie over so she is on her knees with that glorious ass in my face.
She looks back at me over a shoulder. “Smack my ass Mark, smack it hard.”
She begins to shake her tight ass up and down in front of me and that is all the encouragement I need. With one big *crack* I lay a big stinging slap on to her beautiful little ass.
She cries out but continues wiggling her butt at me…“Yes baby! Hit it again, hard….”
I give her another huge *crack* and she now has a big red hand print on either cheek…“mmmmmmmm, yessssss….” she is moaning.
I start to rub her ass all over and then just slide my cock between its cheeks. I feel her hands reach back and begin to massage my balls as I keep rubbing my cock all over that sweet ass…
“C’mon and show me that nice little asshole baby…”
She reaches back and slowly pulls apart her ass cheeks showing me her sexy, glistening wet snatch and her hot, tight little asshole.
I run my tongue all the way along her swollen pussy lips, spreading her delicious juices all over her asshole and begin to tongue fuck that perfect little ass.
Moaning loudly she starts to finger her pussy. Her ass is up in the air at my mercy and her face is pushed down into the couch, which muffles out her cries some.
Pussy juice is running down her thighs and the sight makes my cock so hard, I feel like I’m going to explode all over her ass if I don’t fuck her juicy little hole right away.
I start to rub the head of my cock against her pussy and Sophie responds immediately, pushing her hips back, eager for me to slide my dick into that tight wetness.
I take a grip of her hips and slam my cock all the way home, as deep into that horny snatch as I can go.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me Mark, Fuck me! Fuck me harder!!!” she screams as I start to pump at her juicy little pussy faster and faster.
She looks back over her shoulder at me and winks! I start to slam my dick into her pussy harder than I have ever fucked anyone before. I take a handful of hair and lean forward to kiss her. She hungrily sucks my tongue into her mouth as her pussy clamps down around my cock with her first orgasm. As she moans into my mouth I can’t hold back any longer. Breaking our kiss I let out my own shout of ecstasy as I release my creamy load deep inside her.
I slide my cock out so I can see Sophie’s delightful little pussy dripping with our love, only to see her slide two fingers over her dripping cunt and then suck them into her mouth.
“Oh Mark, you taste so good. Let me lick you clean.”
I sit back and Sophie drops down between my legs.
She takes my softening chubby in her hand and sucks it deep into her hot wet mouth.
I gasp as she starts to jerk my cock and nibble and lick on my balls at the same time. Suddenly my balls are in her mouth and my cock is nearly completely hard again already.
She then starts rubbing the head of my cock in little circles with her thumb as she sucks all over the shaft, like giving my cock lots of little love bites.
Her tongue is now circling the head, when her lips wrap right around and start to slide up and down my dick, faster and faster.
As Sophie sucks on my dick as hard as she can I feel her squeezing the base to hold my orgasm back. I take her by the arms and pull her up into my lap. Sophie lowers her pussy down and starts to rub her juicy clit against my dick. With one hand on either side of my head she lowers a titty into my mouth as she impales herself on my rock hard cock.
I take her ass in my hands as she bounces up and down on my dick enthusiastically; I want to fuck that tight little ass. I pull my cock out of her cunt and start to rub it against her asshole spreading our juicy love all around. Sophie whimpers on top of me as I start to push the head into her especially tight asshole. Oh so slowly she sinks her ass further down on to my cock. Once she has my whole length engorged in her ass I take a hold of her hips and slowly start to pump my cock in and out.
With a hurt so good look on her face Sophie reaches down to rub her swollen clit as I start fucking her ass faster. Throwing her head back she lets out one long, low continuous moan as I slam my cock in and out of her ass.
I can’t hold it for much longer and just as I think I’m going to blow Sophie gasps, “No, in my mouth Mark. I want to swallow every drop of your delicious cum.”
I pull my dick out of her ass. My cock is all red and throbbing, ready to cum again when Sophie slides her lips over my knob. “Oh my, yes baby, taste your ass.” I groan.
What a skilled little tongue she has. She uses her tongue to tickle her way down to my ass and then starts to lick my asshole while jacking me real slowly.
I close my eyes and feel her tongue sliding further and further into my ass as she jerks my cock faster and faster. Suddenly I feel that fabulous mouth again sliding all the way down my cock as her finger slides right into my asshole.
It’s like nothing I have ever felt before. Within seconds my hot cum is spewing down her throat and my whole body is convulsing from such an intense orgasm.
I open my eyes and look down at Sophie. My cum is now dripping off her chin down on to her glorious little tits and I swear I have never seen any woman look hotter than Sophie did right at that moment.
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